publish my articles


Okay, well think fast. Do you think it’s the right thing to do? Uh –  Go. Yes, I do. Well, there you go. Then publish it, easy. But how can you be so sure. Because you are the most moral person I know. So, if you think it’s the right thing to do, it is.

My Formula for interesting NPCs

Okay, so I posted a thing about making cities/towns here and in it I talk a little about my NPCs. If the campaigns you run don’t really call for NPCs or you bring them in as a “one and done” kind of thing then this may not be important to you, but if you want potentially long-lasting NPCs and towns and cities that feel fleshed out where your party can make friends and enemies that will impact the rest of the story, sit on down. 

Alright, well, firstly, I don’t roll stats for NPCs unless I feel like it’s absolutely necessary (which I never do). As DM, they’re under your control and if you want them to hit something or unlock a door or fumble a stealth check and fuck everyone over, it’s going to happen. I will, however, give them classes and levels. So for my character “block” it will usually start with the name/race/gender, class(es) and level(s); for instance:

Kazrag Stonefist (male dwarf fighter 9)

So that’s about as close to a character sheet as 99% of my NPCs get. And really, if you need stats for them, just check out the Pathfinder NPC Codex and find the right class and level for a good reference. Boom. So, after that comes the interesting things. I usually try to give them a small history, nothing major, some physical description and some kind of unique personality trait to give them life. So:

Kazrag Stonefist (male dwarf fighter 9)

Raised by traveling gypsies on the coast

Black hair, braids in his beard, scars on his arms

Is very superstitious and blames everything on trolls

Okay, so now you have an idea of what Kazrag is like. Probably sea-savvy as he was raised on the coast, roguish tendencies from his gypsy family (though he was obviously better at being the muscle than being the thief), scars on his arms could be from battle or even self-mutilation (probably something he doesn’t want to talk about), and like all sailors, he’s superstitious. His problem with trolls is just a no-brainer. Who even likes trolls anyways? 

So now that we’re done with that, we can get into the big stuff. Namely: secrets, goals and potential rewards/services for the party. Again, being from the coast, Kazrag may know a multitude of things. He might know where the king hides his naval supplies, the location of a sunken ship or how to find a secret cove full of treasure. This is where you decide how important Kazrag really becomes. The level of importance of Kazrag’s secret could be super small or it could completely alter the direction of the campaign - that’s for you to decide. But he won’t give up his secret easily, first he needs something - and he may even throw in a bonus.

Again, what Kazrag really needs could take your party on an entirely new adventure if you wanted it to. Kazrag comes from a gypsy camp, so maybe he’s searching for his real family? Maybe he needs someone in the party to forge him a weapon or craft him a potion to remove a nasty disease brought on by one too many nights in the brothel. Either way, if you help him, not only are you improving his attitude toward you (and improving the chances that he’ll tell you his secret), he’ll also give you a little reward. Maybe he’ll teach someone how to sail a boat (adding a profession SAILOR skill to their sheet) or how to intimidate someone (giving a party member a +2 bonus on INTIMIDATE checks). Maybe he’ll just toss you some gold and be done with it. The choice is yours. 

So to sum things up, Kazrag’s character block at the end of things will look something similar to this:

Kazrag Stonefist (male dwarf fighter 9)

Raised by traveling gypsies on the coast

Black hair, braids in his beard, scars on his arms

Is very superstitious and blames everything on trolls

Knows the location of the king’s naval supplies

Needs to find his real parents

Will teach a PC how to sail 


Hope this helps! And if you have any questions on making NPCs, cities or towns, or any other DM/PC-related question, LET ME KNOW and I’ll do my best to answer your questions! 

G Eazy Imagine

Originally posted by wesoleto

Synopsis: G makes assumptions that lead to problematic fights and you deciding if it’s all worth it

Warnings: Drugs, Slight use of blood, Alcohol, Language and honestly this is going to be long because I like the details, yah feel? 

Part Two

Your POV

I quickly dialed G’s number barely being able to wipe the smile off my face walking out of work. 

“Hey baby, I miss you.” G answers the phone and my smile only gets bigger. 

“Babe you’ll never believe it! David is publishing my article! I did it!” I yell in excitement and he laughs on the other end. 

“Y/N! That’s my girl. You are an amazing writer and it’s damn time people see that.” By him saying that only warmed my heart more. It just made me love him even more. We had been dating for about a year and a half now, through thick and thin he’d always say, and it was true. From album launches to tough critics we always supported one another. 

“Y/N? What are you still doing here? Do you want a ride home, you are on the way home for me.” My boss David comes up  from behind me and I quickly cover the phone so Gerald wouldn’t hear. 

“Who’s that?” Gerald asks, he was so protective of me, he just had good intentions but sometimes the littlest stuff ticked him off. 

“It’s my boss. I’ll call you back babe.” With that I hung up quickly and turned around to meet David. Everyone in the office knew David had a thing for me since day one but he was my boss, let alone I had an amazing boyfriend. 

“Hey, and you know it’s not that far, I don’t mind walking.” I smile and David shakes his head. 

“It’s creepy down here at night, please it’s no trouble.” There was a part of me that knew I shouldn’t but he was right. 

“Okay, thank you.” I get into his very expensive car, one I probably wouldn’t be able to afford no matter how much I saved. We rode in silence until my phone started ringing Gerald’s face appearing on the screen, I quickly ignore it and I catch David looking at it in the corner of my eye. 

“Well, here we are.” David smiles and I quickly get out. 

“Thanks so much.” I smile politely and quickly get up to Gerald and I’s apartment. I call back G and he answers on the first ring. 

“Yo, what was that about?” He asks and I head to the bedroom to pack the last couple of things. 

“My boss, he-uh- was nice enough to drive me home.” I struggle to open the suitcase and hold the phone at the same time. 

“Your boss that has the hots for you?” G asks and I roll my eyes. 

“Sure, I don’t know. I’m gonna finish packing and I’m on the next flight out to you.” I smile and he laughs.

“Yeah, the guys and I are going to pregame a little but I’ll be back in time at the house to see you. You’ll love the place, has a really big bed…” G carries off the sentence and I laugh.

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Text you when I land. Love you.” I hang up and finsih packing. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the curling iron to just touch up a couple pieces of hair so I wouldn’t have to later. I start to curl a piece underneath and I guess I got too close to my neck and burn it. I hiss in pain and put the curling iron down to see the red mark forming. I finish my hair and let the iron cool before tossing it into my bag.

 I get an Uber to the airport as I don’t want to bother any of my friends to just drive me to the airport. The ride wasn’t that long but I was just so excited to see my boyfriend. It had been about a month since I had seen Gerald because of tour but he luckily got a week off and got a house in Palm Springs that sounded amazing. It was just going to be us for once and I couldn’t wait. 

The flight was a little less than an hour so I got to Palm Springs pretty quickly and just got an Uber to the adress G had sent me. 

The airport was pretty quiet as it was late. Of course I would have liked if Gerald picked me up but he was famous and I suppose someone would recognize him, plus he was most likely drinking. I watched the street lights pass as the palm trees lightly blew in the wind. About 30 minues later we started pulling up to the house and of course I was shocked at how beautiful it was. 

“Thank’s so much.” I pay and get out, dragging my bag behind me. I was honestly exhausted from work and I really didn’t sleep on the plane since it was a short flight. I knock on the door and no one answers but the music blares from within. I try and knock louder and finally someone answers, a girl with dark brown hair and beautiful tan skin opens the huge door.

“Can I help you?” She asks in an annoyed tone and I’m taken back by it. 

“Yeah my boyfriend Gerald is there, can I come in?” She laughs and opens the door more and I start to go in and see him in a chair with a girl ontop of him just sitting there. There were several girls wearing barely anything but you weren’t one to judge. His crew was there, as well as guys you’d never even seen before. 

“G.” I say and he looks at me and starts laughing lightly. To say I was embarrassed wasn’t even the start of it. 

“Hey babyy,” He slurred his words and quickly got up, pushing the girl off of him. His hair was no longer in the usual slicked back fashion as pieces of it fell in front of his eyes and the sides of his face. Gerald barely could walk but he didn’t let go of a bottle that was in his hand. I noticed drugs all over the coffee table, ones I knew that were not just weed.

“Awhh look at my girl, damn baby. Mmm.” Gerald wraps me in a hug and rocks me back and forth and I lightly shove him off. He scowls at my action and his eyes were dark, his pupils dilated beyond what I had ever seen them. 

“What did you do? How much did you drink?” I hold the sides of his face and I can see everyone staring at us. It’s then I notice a tiny bit of blood splattered up his neck. 

“What the fuck Gerald? Are you hurt?!” I pull the shirt down near his neck and he looks annoyed. 

“No, stop it.” Gerald pulls away from me. 

“What happened?” I ask worried and he takes another drink from the bottle. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask David.” He says taking me by surprise and I run my fingers through my hair. 

“What the fuck is that?!” Gerald yells and I jump at the change in tone and everybody looks our way. 

“What?” I ask and he grabs the back of my neck. 

“You have a hickey, Y/N. Did you fuck David? You gonna leave me for him? Some 40 year old guy who probably can’t even get it up?” Gerald yells anger clearly radiating off of him.

“What the hell Gerald? What’s your problem?” I ask.

“I didn’t sleep with David, he’s my boss! G c’mon, you know I love you.” I grab his hand but he jerks it away. 

“You should! I’m gone all the time, it sure would be easy for you. Then I could hookup with other girls and not feel like shit afterwards!” Gerald holds his stomach and laughs as he barely holds onto the bottle. 

“Excuse me? I’m not talking to you with everybody here.” I say scowling at his last sentence and turn around heading towards the front door.

“Well then fuck you!” Gerald yells and before I know it a bottle smashes against the wall next to the front door. Gasps fill the room at his sudden action, as I’m frozen in my steps. Tears fall down my cheeks, as fear laces into every bone and muscle in my body. I turn around to look at him and it seems he realized what he’d done. 

“Baby- I’m so sorry, I didn’t m-” Gerald starts but I quickly stop him.

“You’re fucking crazy, don’t ever come near me again.” I say as anger flows through me. I quickly open the door and slam it shut running down the driveway, tears streaming which I knew would leave a mess with mascara but that was the least of my problems. I sobbed and sobbed but I just kept walking as the events of what happened replayed over and over like a bad rerun. 

Authors Note: Hope you liked it, there will be a part two coming out very shortly so I’ll be sure to put the link to part two in this one! Thanks! Open for requests if you have any!

okay, so an article has been posted about how toxic the ya book community is. it was basically the black witch drama rolled out again after it happened in february(!) i personally see it more as a publicity stunt because why else post an article about something that has happened almost half a year ago? anyway, enough about that. for the people who read this post (thanks for reading):

almost one year ago i told ashley jokingly about my idea to make a youtube/tumblr series about the booklr drama i’ve lived through. she actually loved the idea. so i thought about it more and my plan was to tell what happened without stating any names (it’s unnecessary to say names when the situation is important) but with the intention of analyzing it. what went wrong? why did it start drama? why did it become big? why were people hurt? how can we prevent such an escalation again? how can we learn and evolve from it? what can we do to benefit from it and build a better community out of it? 

i haven’t done it because i was lacking the time and i was already annoyed about the possibility of someone feeling attacked by it and send a mob after me. i have never received hate mail and i don’t want to. i am not here to start drama. i just want to rant about the things that happened and how we can be better than that and build something stronger and better out of it.

in light of the recently published article (and my at least 25 minute long rant ashley ( @sparkylovesbooks) received) this idea came up again.

soooo what do you guys think?

The Hills - Chapter Three

Chapter TwoStory Masterlist

I am absolutely blown away by the love this story is receiving. Reading your sweet comments seriously gives me life, I love hearing your thoughts! I hope you’ll enjoy this new chapter. ❤

WC: 3278

Warnings: strong language, champagne, a whole lotta angst, nsfw.

Chapter Three: All I Know

After what felt like five hours of being stuck in traffic, I finally made it to my workplace. I entered the building and took the elevator to my office’s floor. I smoothed the front of the grey sheath dress I was wearing as the numbers on the control panel went all the way up to eleven.

I had been in such a rush to get ready I hadn’t even had the chance to check out the published article. I was terrified to find out how much Mariela had changed and I was ever more terrified to see Negan’s reaction to it. I had promised him I was going to be as nice as possible, and I hoped my boss hadn’t been too harsh on him.

“There she is,” Mariela announced as soon as I stepped out of the elevator. “The woman of the hour!”

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meet me among the sunflowers

Sunflowers are Jughead’s favourite flower. The epitome of summer. Embodiment of happiness. Harbinger of hope.

But then, there’s Betty Cooper.


Maybe Jughead’s secret sunflower field isn’t so secret after all.

A/N: Maybe I look at Sprousehart’s flower photos too much. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Sunflowers are Jughead’s favourite flower.

Immortalised in Vincent van Gogh’s famous painting, sunflowers are the epitome of summer. Embodiment of happiness. Harbinger of hope.

Jughead loves watching them follow the Sun as it makes is way across the blue summer skies, casting shadows that never stay still.

He loves watching optimistic faces gaze with wonder at their beacon of light, only growing taller and taller as the days pass by. Yet, they are elegant and poised.

Rare to find in Riverdale.

But Jughead has a lot of secrets, and this tiny field of yellow blooms that he’s nestled in, is, perhaps, his most precious one.

Dusk is dawning upon him, and he lies in the centre of his sacred sunflower field, shrouded amidst the stalks. He has his camera nestled between his hands and on his stomach, while his wavy black hair migles with the grass. He can’t see it, but his eyes are a brilliant cauldron of gold, blue, green and hazel, and he watches the sun retire for the night through his lashes.

His headphones are on, and he lets the musical overtones of the Beatles wash over him and spill into the sunflowers next to him.

He’s content. He’s happy, even if his lazy elation is due to disappear soon.

For now, this small field will be his home for the night, and the grasshoppers and bugs will give him company. For, now, he turns a blind eye to the fact that he’ll go home to absolutely naught.

His left hand reaches out and strokes the petal of one particular flower that’s near his face. It’s short. Hidden. Depraved of the sun it needs. But yet, it survives.

Jughead smiles.

He really does love sunflowers.

Everything’s cast in a peaceful orange glow, and Jughead lets his eyes drift shut. He could get used to this.

Then someone trips over him.

Jughead’s eyes snap open, and he bolts upright, his forehead getting slapped by yellow petals. A girl in a white summer dress is on her knees next to him, a poor sunflower victim lying trampled at her feet.

She has blonde hair, streaked with highlights no doubt renewed thanks to the summer sun. Her eyes are the colour of green- the kind of determined green that’s the first to push its way through the winter snow when spring finally arrives. Her lips are strawberry red, dulcet in the evening light.

Betty Cooper.

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I just had another article published! My last two were unpaid (for a local paper) but this one is for a medical journal, of all things, and is paying a wee amount! Better a wee amount than a kick in the teeth, I say! 

This is the week of getting back on the querying wagon for the novel, too, now that things have finally, finally settled down a little bit! It’s also the week of starting swimming again. Wish me fortitude, if you want! :) 

College AU - CrushxReader

I sat at my table, my cheek resting in my palm as I concentrated on the paper in front of me. 15 minutes before class started, and my desk partner was yet to show up. He was normally here by now, in fact, this may be the first time he’s been this late… where is he? I looked up and scanned the room for any signs of him, and saw him walking through the door. I quickly looked back down at my desk, and started fidgeting with my pencil. He sat down next to me, setting his bag on the floor. “Hey, Y/N.” He said, grabbing his supplies out of his bag. “Oh, hey!” I said, pretending not to notice his presence. “Why are you so late?” He scoffed, and then smiled. “I just got a letter back from a college. They said when I graduate, which graduation is in 5 days… to send them another letter and they would look at it.” He seemed so excited, I couldn’t help but ask him,“So… what college?” I asked, smiling. “Harvard.” He grinned widely. I drooped, realizing he wasn’t going to any college around here. “Law school?” I asked, trying to keep it light and cheery. There was no way I was going to follow him to a law school because he’s my ‘true love’ and stand him up by finishing a case and getting honored for it, and him realizing he loves me and I’m not the dumb blonde stereotyped by people like some cliché musical plot in high-school theaters across America. Oh, wait…. nevermind. “Yep. Massachusetts!” He sounded so ecstatic, it was impossible for me not to get excited. “Well I’m happy you’re going to pursue your dream!” I stated with a smile. “Where are you going?” He asked, setting his supplies on the desk. “Oh-uhmm..” I stuttered, my face growing red, “I don’t know yet, but I’m sure I’ll be accepted somewhere.” He grinned, agreeing. “Yeah, you will. You’re pretty smart.” I darkened as he said that, smiling. “Thanks.” I nodded, and the teacher went to the front of the room to start one of the last lessons of our senior year.


It’s been a few years since highschool got out, and I had just landed a new job a week ago. I became a journalist for the local newspaper, and published my first article today. I’m pretty proud of it, too. I called my best friend, (F/N), to tell her about it. The call went to voicemail immediately. I checked the recent messages. 'Hey, sorry, I’m going in for an interview I was just informed about. Can’t pick you up, try calling others. My phones being shut down. Can’t respond.’ Shit. I called another friend, but this time it just rang and then went to voicemail. I guess I’m taking the subway. I walked to the station and bought a ticket, stepping into the subway. I sat down and glanced at people around me, before I realized I was in the same train as (C/N) back from high-school. “Hey.” I said, and he looked in my direction. “Oh my God… (Y/N)?” He gasped, smiling. His face lit up. “Hey! What are you doing in town…?” I asked, rubbing the back of my head. “Oh, um, visiting family on the holidays. What’re you up to these days?” He asked, blushing a bit. God, the years did him well. “I got a job as a journalist a week ago, I published a new article today actually.” I smiled, looking up at his face. “Really? I always knew you’d be a great author of some sorts. Your notes flowed effortlessly.” He blushed a bit deeper at this, but hardly noticeable. “Oh.. really? Thank you.” I grinned back it him. “Its been so long since we last spoke…” He sighed, looking at his hands. “Yeah..” I agreed, flickering my eyes up at him and then my hands. “I-uh… I had this huge crush on you back in high-school.” He admitted, his face growing red. My eyes lit up. “Wait really? So did I!” I paused for a moment… “Wait- no…. I meant… I meant I had a crush on you not me thatwouldbeweirdifihadacrushonmyselfimean-” He laughed at that, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I get what you’re saying.” He looked out the window, realizing his stop was coming next. “Can I see your phone?” He asked, and I handed him my phone with hesitation. He typed something quickly and then gave it back to me as the door opened and he walked out. “Call me sometime!” He called out, as he stepped out the subway. I looked down on my phone and saw his phone number in a new contact folder. Its name was “(C/N) 💞💖)” and I blushed at it for a second, before realizing this was my stop as well. I bolted out of the subway moments before the door closed. I exited the station and walked to my apartment. I flopped inside on my couch as I screamed into my cushion. I texted my friend, (F/N), 'I’m eternally thankful you couldn’t pick me up. I’ll explain later.’


A year after seeing him for the first time in a while, late night facetime calls and texting, I got a text from him.

'Hey, what’s your apartments address?’ I responded with it, and a 'why…?’ he quickly dismissed it, saying 'oh just wanted to know if you were in the same apartment complex that my brother was in.’ Minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Suspiciously, I opened it to see (C/N) there with his hands behind his back looking sheepish. I gasped, hugging him with my arm around his neck. He hugged back with one arm, the other still behind his back. “Hey oh my God it’s been some time!” I smiled, I couldn’t stop smiling. “Uh… yeah. These are for you.” He grinned, holding out a bouquet of assorted colored roses, smiling. “Oooh!! Thank you so much. I love them.” I said, standing on the edge of my feet to kiss him on the cheek. He blushed furiously, as I left to put them in a water jar. “You can come in if you’d like.” I call, and he walked in the apartment. “It’s…. you.” He smiled, as he looked around. Planted pots in white ceramic jars, pictures of family and a quilt tossed messily across a white couch. “Thanks?” I smile, setting down the roses. “Sooooo…… what did you come here for??” I questioned suspiciously, and walked closer to him. “Uh… I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date with me?” He smirked, walking closer as well. “A date huh?” I asked, putting my hands up to my chin and looking up questionably. “Hmmmm… I’ll have to check my schedule.” I looked at my phone and say, “Hmm….. sorry. It looks like I’m completely booked spending my night with a really hot guy.” I say, monotoned. “W-what? Oh.. okay..” He said disappointedly. “Yeah, his name is (C/N), he’s really cute.” I smiled grabbing his hands. “Ohmygod I actually thought you were shutting me down.” He said, smiling and blushing furiously. “Never.” I smiled, looking up. “I’ve waited five years, I would never shut you out.” He lifted me up to kiss him, setting me on the counter. Sometimes, the best things in life are worth waiting for.

You’re important to me - Part 4.

Title: You’re important to me. 

Fandom: Mystic Messenger.

Pairing: Juminzen.

Word Count: Approximately 2,317 words. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

Finally, after a few days, part four is here! I am really sorry it took me so long, but its last week of school before holidays, and I had less time to write. Based on this post by @mariamagica, I hope you enjoy the last part of this small thing c: Unfortunately this is the end, of this at least. 

 I apologize in advance if I have any mistakes, English is not my first language.


08:35 am

Zen had woken up a little dazed, and the first thing he saw was the dark ceiling.

His ceiling was white, not dark.

His mattress wasn’t this soft, and his sheets were not as smooth.

Last time he was in his room, it wasn’t this big. He also had his hair down, he always made sure to braid it, or something.

Where the hell-

He gasped when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and pulled him close to a warm chest.


He turned around as slowly as he could, careful not to be to harsh, he didn’t want to wake whoever he had slept with. And he woke up completely when he saw Jumin’s sleepy face, staring at him from half-lidded eyes.

Everything came back to him in a rush. He had actually crashed the wedding, confessed Jumin his feelings, and they had gone back to the entrepreneur’s place. They had breakfast, and talked about a lot of things while they ate the delicious strawberry pancakes. And then the other took him around the different floors of the building he lived in.

Zen already knew it had multiple things in it, but he didn’t expect the variety of restaurants, shops, there was even a gym and a theater.

Being the actor he was, he got on top of the stage almost immediately, and when the entrepreneur requested it, he sang one song.

Only because it was asked nicely. Not because he liked the way Jumin looked at him when he sang or anything.


And then they went to one of the restaurants, an Italian one. The menu wasn’t in Korean so Jumin ordered for both of them, speaking the language flawlessly and.. God, Zen liked the way it sounded when Jumin said it.

They had their meal, and after a bit of a heated argument, Zen had to give up and allow him to pay the complete bill…  he would pay the money back to Jumin, even if the other told him not to.

Then they were back to roam around the building, exploring shops even though he practically ran away after seeing the prices. Although Jumin secretly bought him what he had expressed interest in. They had Chinese for dinner and returned to the penthouse late enough.

At some point or another, they started to make out, and the room became too hot.

“What are you thinking of? You have a weird smile on your face.”

That broke his line of thoughts, his lover had a very deep voice, but it became slightly slurred when he was sleepy. He really liked the way Jumin was slowly but surely showing more and more emotions. He didn’t know why, but it seemed like he had been suppressing them for a long time.

“I do not have one, and even if I did, I would still look perfect… I was just thinking about you.”

He scoffed, before turning around and starting to sit up. As much as he loved to chill on a bed sometimes, he was starting to get hungry.

Then something wet and cold ran down his thighs, and he couldn’t suppress the shiver nor the loud moan that escaped his throat.

The look on Jumin’s face told him they weren’t going to have breakfast any time soon.

It was noon by the time they were done, and they had lunch.

12:47 pm – V, Jaehee Kang, MC, Yoosung★, 707, Saeran.

- Jumin Han has logged in -

- ZEN has logged in -



Saeran>: The one you two threw at Sarah Choi yesterday?

Jumin Han>: You what?

Saeran>: Ah, after you two ran out like stupid ducks

Saeran>: they stood up and threw a whole bag of confetti at the giant cake’s face.

Yoosung>: They even screamed

707>: Congratulations on your no marriage!

MC>: And then we hid behind the benches

V>: She screamed at Jaehee.

Jaehee Kang>: My ears still hurt.

ZEN>: You two are impossible.

ZEN>: But thank you.

Jaehee Kang>: I will assume you and Mr. Han are together right now, so if you can…            

Jaehee Kang>: Turn on the tv, get a news channel.

Zen looked up from his phone and gestured the older to get the remote from the bedside table, he wouldn’t be moving for a while, all thanks to that jerk.

Jumin chuckled, and he wanted to slap that smirk off his face, but that would probably get him in more ‘trouble’, and he wanted to be able to walk.

He turned to watch the tv, and he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cringe at the headline.


Yesterday, instead of a beautiful wedding between Jumin Han, the director of C&R International and Sarah Choi, the protégée of the famous actrees Glam Choi, we got the drama everyone, probably, was hoping for. When the musical actor, ZEN appeared like a knight, and confessed his feelings, then both men ran away. Can you believe that? If you can’t, well here’s some proof!

Zen really liked the attitude the reporter had, and he felt his cheeks warm up at the different pictures the paparazzi had taken.

Most were about the kiss.

Isn’t that cute? Man… I’m jealous of the people who got to see it live, but don’t worry, an anonymous source provided us a video. Let’s see what happened!

Before he could see that, Jumin took the remote again, and lowered all the volume of the tv. Then he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. If he was already blushing a faint pink, it would change for a deep red when he ended up siting in his lover’s lap.

“I will call the channel later, I want copies of everything. And perhaps we could share something else.”

He meant those photos.



V>: It is too early for that, Saeyoung. And, Jumin… You should probably talk to your father.

Jumin Han>: I don’t have plans to do that soon.

Jaehee Kang>: I believe you have nothing to worry about.

Jaehee Kang>: Your father is talking to the press right now, Jumin.

Said person looked puzzled, and when both of them turned to look at the tv, Jeong Han’s face was the first thing that appeared. They got the volume back up, and what the businessman said surprised both.

‘I would like to announce publicly that the engagement between Sarah Choi and my son is broken, besides obvious reasons. Also, the media could stop publishing articles about my relationship with Glam Choi, that no longer exists’.

‘Mr. Han, what’s the reason behind this statement?’

‘Mr. Han, what do you think about yesterday’s event at the wedding?’

‘One at a time, please. The reason is quite simple, I was about to get scammed. An anonymous source revealed to me that Sarah Choi was not Glam’s student, but her sister. And Sarah didn’t own a company of her own, instead she owned quite the huge debt. It would end up affecting the company and my family, and I wished I could have realized that sooner’.

‘Regarding the event that happened in the wedding, I couldn’t be happier my son found someone who would be willing to do that for him. So, if you are watching, Jumin and Zen… take care of each other, you have my support’.

There was a point where his cheeks started hurting from how much he was smiling, he couldn’t believe all the good luck and support they were getting from everyone. And apparently Jumin didn’t either, because he kept staring at the screen like a lost puppy.

Man… That was adorable.

But there was something they both needed to know, so he pinched Jumin’s cheek in a way to get him back to earth.

ZEN>: What did you guys do?

ZEN>: Did you get something against the Choi sisters?

MC>: Oh yes, Saeyoung did all the digging!

Yoosung: That’s not fair! Saeran and I help too you know!

707>: If your concept of helping is eating each other out every five minutes then yes, they did so much

Saeran>: What?

Saeran>: Can you blame for wanting something from my boyfriend?

Saeran>: I couldn’t help myself, he looked so cute all concentrated.

Yoosung>: Saeran >//u//<

707>: At least learn some self-control, for god’s sake!!

Saeran>: As if you had some

Saeran>: Last I checked, the walls weren’t soundproof

MC>: I’m sorry, brother in law

MC>: I just like being loud <3

Jumin Han>: Oh, Zen likes that too


707>: Oh

707>: Oh my god

707>: You two did the thing

Saeran>: Kinky bastards



Jumin Han>: It was nothing like that

Jumin Han>: We’ll get there another day

Jumin Han>: He needs to rest his body for a while




V>: Next Sunday we are all going to church.

V>: No buts.

V>: I’m dragging you if I need to.

MC>: Its fine, we can even make it so that these two sinners get married then!

Jaehee Kang>: That’s going a bit too fast, MC.

Saeran>: It’s Jumin fucking Han we are talking about, Jaehee.

Saeran>: The bastard pulls cat projects out of his sleeves every week.

707>: I AGREE


Jumin Han>: You’ll get one, eventually

MC>: I could help Zen get a dress :)


The wedding didn’t happen until four years later.

By then, a million things had happened. Jumin had replaced his father as CEO of the company a month after that day, and six months after that, Saeyoung and MC had had a small wedding in the beach.

Only the RFA and the bride’s family had attended, and of course, as it happens in some weddings, people hooked up. V had started a relationship with MC’s cousin, Elliot, and they were already living together by the end of the year.

Two years ago, Saeran started to work in Saeyoung’s toy store after it was opened to the public, he and his co-worker, Vanderwood (apparently they were the maid the hacker loved to brag about) did a pretty good job with the place, and it became really famous after a few weeks.

Jaehee found her own companion a month after that, a Mexican girl that had come to the coffee shop one day, and the next, and the day after that. Jaehee said she had the prettiest name, and he could agree, but Kristell was also a rare name, it was greek and lovely… Although the girl was stubborn, and preferred to be called Kris.

They were the second couple to get engaged.

However, V and Elliot were the third and the second couple, to get engaged and married. Their wedding happened six months ago and it was lovely, although it was bigger than Saeyoung’s for the immense list of guest. People both of them had got to known because of their trips as artists, close friends and of course, family.

It took a lot of arguments but he was happy Saeyoung and MC had left their one year old set of triplets with Vanderwood. They needed a bit of a rest from parenting and work, so the wedding helped.

It made Zen feel jealous, so of course he was delightedsurprisedhappy when Jumin got down on one knee and proposed. If anyone told him he had cried then, he would call them a liar. But he had.

Somehow, a month before his brother contacted him, and after a long chat, (with Jumin glaring at the sidelines) the actor and his brother had patched things up, he would see him and his mother in the front row.

And now, he was standing next to the man he loved the most. Looking pretty in a white tux while the entrepreneur looked hot in his black one. One of his hands was intertwined with Jumin’s while the other held a bouquet of white and purple roses, along with a single red rose.

He almost missed the priest voice and he asked for the vows, and he told everyone how he met Jumin, his impression, the fights they had, how he slowly fell in love with him, and then he told everyone, with tears in his eyes, that he would never regret this day. That Jumin Han was so important to him. 

In turn, Jumin, who also had some tears in his eyes, smiled.

“I would never forget the day I met Hyun, he was beautiful, passionate and very stubborn yet perfect… and I’m always reminded of that when I wake up next to him. Looking at him now, hearing what he said, I know for sure that there’s no one else like him and no one will ever change my mind, I promise to protect him, care for him, love him and I, like him, will never regret this day, or that one a few years ago where we had to run and hide besides a lake. Because Hyun Ryu, you’re important to me”.

Zen would never forget those words.

“Of course, there will be some situations in which I may allow some other people to sleep in our bed”.

Cue the gasps and shocked faces.


“Because kids tend to have nightmares, don’t they, Hyun?”

He smiled as tears ran down his cheeks, and- forget the priest and wedding rules, he kissed Jumin right there and then.

The priest, in return, laughed and closed the small book he was carrying. “You are impatient young men… Do you two accept each other, to love you, respect you, and be there until death does you apart?”

Two voices said the same thing at the same time.

“I do.”


Part 2 is here:

“John! Hercules! Lafayette! I have the newest article by Soulren Marks! It just solidifies my ideas on this man! He is incredible!”

“He? Are you really that blind Hamilton?” I whispered, bringing my tea cup to my lips as I watched the group of men a table away. They had been frequenting the small tea shop I like to call my place of inspiration ever since I started publishing my articles. They are very loud too, so I easily was able to figure out their names.

“Are you sure it is even a he, Alexander? No one has ever seen Marks in person.” Lafayette said, pulling a chair out for the excitable Hamilton at their table. I nodded softly, pulling out my journal, where I drafted most of my articles. I also pulled a bottle of ink and a quill out of my satchel, setting them down on the table.

“No woman could formulate sentences this well. They’d have to be a scholar!” Hercules said, holding his hand out to the articles Hamilton was holding.

“Well, if your father was one of course, you could learn a few things.” I replied to myself, taking a sip of my tea. I sat the glass back down, and opened my bottle of ink.

“It doesn’t matter if they are male or female. All that matters is that they are raising so much moral for the Revolution. Before we know it, the army will start calling for volunteers!” John cheered. I giggled, watching the four men, before I started scribbling on my paper.

Over the past few weeks, I have been observing a group of four men. Each individual and strong willed, but brought together by a common goal. 

The Revolution.

I say, if we are really wanting our independence, we will start having to show it. Like those four. Don’t be so closed minded about the subject. Sing it from the rooftops. Men, riot in the streets. Women, don’t be afraid to speak out against any man you see.

Raise your glasses to freedom.

The Revolution is upon us.

I smiled, closing my ink and wiping off my quill.I read the small passage over and over, before smiling and placing the papers back in my satchel. I look back up to see four pairs of eyes on me, each inquisitive and brilliant. 

I felt my cheeks heat up, as I stood to my feet, slinging my satchel over my shoulder. I walked towards the front door, a soft smile gracing my lips. I suddenly flung my head around, to see the four pairs of eyes still on me.

“Good day boys. I will see you tomorrow!”

The four were shocked as I walked out the front door and down the street, towards my estate.

–The Next Day–

I marched down to the small shop, no satchel in hand. My skirts tugged against the cobblestone, passing British soldiers as I walked.

Once I got to the front door of the shop, I pushed it open gently, stepping inside. My eyes immediately landed on the group of 4 men, squealing and talking rapidly to each other.

“I can’t believe we made it into Soulren Marks’s article! We must have seen them before!” 

I just giggled, walking over and standing over the men.

“Excuse me sirs, but I see that you four got a hold of Soulren Marks’s new article. May I sit and discuss it with you?”


Music Osiris by @DonnyArcade.
NikolaTesla rediscovered the power of the #DjedPillar #Ankh. These #oscillators are expressly intended to operate on direct and alternating lighting circuits and to generate damped and undamped oscillations or currents of any frequency, volume and tension within the widest limits. They are compact, self-contained, require no care for long periods of time and will be found very convenient and useful for various purposes as, wireless telegraphy and telephony; conversion of electrical energy; formation of chemical compounds through fusion and combination; synthesis of gases; manufacture of ozone; lighting; welding; municipal, hospital, and domestic sanitation and sterilization, and numerous other applications in scientific laboratories and industrial institutions. While these transformers have never been described before, the general principles underlying them were fully set forth in my published articles and patents, more particularly those of September 22, 1896, and it is thought, therefore, that the appended photographs of a few types, together with a short explanation, will convey all the information that may be desired. The essential parts of such an oscillator are: a condenser, a self-induction coil for charging the same to a high potential, a circuit controller, and a transformer which is energized by the oscillatory. discharges of the condenser. There are at least three, but usually four, five or six, circuits in tune and the regulation is effected in several ways, most frequently merely by means of an adjusting screw. Under favorable conditions an efficiency as high as 85% is attainable, that is to say, that percentage of the energy supplied can be recovered in the secondary of the transformer. While the chief virtue of this kind of apparatus is obviously due to the wonderful powers of the condenser, special qualities result from concatenation of circuits under observance of accurate harmonic relations, and minimization of frictional and other losses which has been one of the principal objects of the design. Now you know #4biddenknowledge

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Got my first paper accepted to an actual academic conference. I guess that means I’ve officially entered the big leagues! Hopefully that means I can use names like Academic and Historian and not be exaggerating!

Now I just have to do the research and write the paper, whoops.

Heart Pirates' Bear is In Fact Mink

Dear readers,

Since the time that I published my article of “Top Five Cutest Pirate Mascots”, I have received more information that Bepo, the white fluffy bear of the Heart Pirates, is actually one of the elusive mink tribe.

Although he is a rather shy fellow, I can assure you that Bepo knows how to speak, and it is not just a carnival trick.  

It turns out that he is actually the pirates’ navigator and is well versed in the art of cartography, an impressive feat considering his large paws.  

I wish I could disclose more to you, dear readers, but unfortunately my sources do not have much more information.  

From base of G-2,

Vetica Fuller

“Although I am clinging to ideals, my conception of the universe is, l fear, grossly materialistic. As stated in some of my published articles, l have satisfied myself thoroughly through careful observation carried on for many years that we are simply automata acting in obedience to external influences, without power or initiative. The brain is not an accumulator as commonly held in philosophy, and contains no records whatever of a phonographic or photographic kind. In other words, there is no stored knowledge or memory as usually conceived, our brains are blanks. The brain has merely the quality to respond, becoming more and more susceptible as the impressions are often repeated, this resulting in memory.

“There is a possibility, however, which I have indicated years ago, that we may finally succeed in not only reading thoughts accurately, but reproducing faithfully every mental image. It can be done through the analysis of the retina, which is instrumental in conveying impressions to the nerve centers and, in my opinion, is also capable of serving as an indicator of the mental processes taking place within. Evidently, when an object in seen, consciousness of the external form can only be due to the fact that those cones and rods of the retina which are covered by the image are affected differently from the rest, and it is speculation not to hazardous to assume that visualization is accompanied by reflex action on the retina which may be detected by suitable instruments. In this way it might also be possible to project the reflex action on a screen, and with further refinement, resorting to the principle involved in moving picture, the continuous play of thoughts might be rendered visible, recorded and at will reproduced.”

–Nikola Tesla

“Three Famous Scientists’ Views On Thought Transmission.” Electrical Experimenter, May 1, 1919.