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Whenever I think of Curtwen slow dancing this is the song I think about specifically the beginning idk it tickles my brain and I need them to dance
The redesigns of Shining Armor and Chrysalis and arewrite of Wedding in Canterlot, where Shining Armor and Princess Cadence switch places! I figured it would make way more sense for Chrysalis to try to make Cadence love her because she's kinda a goddess of love, also toxic yuri is real Way more sibling angst with Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor, her thinking she needs to fight or even kill her brother which results in very tragic and sad scenes. Twilight believes him only when he sings his version of B.B.B.F.F, also Cadence is very tired for the whole time and bonds with Twilight over her brother's weird behaviour.
Polarity
Chapter Fourteen
Masterlist
characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader
summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?
chapter word count: 2.1k words
chapter genre: heavy angst, a small fluffy scene
chapter warning: crying, death, dead body, death threat, mention of sexual assault, breaking up, abandoned warehouse, kidnapping, being tied up, pocket knife, gun, gunshot, character deathS
a/n: Sorry for the late update. You can tell that I am debating a lot on whether to continue on this route or not. I am ready to get hate over this but please understand that this is for fiction purposes only. Sorry for the triggers and the sudden plot twist. There could be two chapters left for this AU and the ending will highly depend on the readers.
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You have never cried too hard. The last time you cried that much was when your father left you. But now, you’re crying so much in front of your best friend's bloody, dead body. She looked as pretty as ever, only paler.
The police ruled it out as sexual assault gone wrong. That someone entered her hotel room, sexually assaulted her then murdered her. It was a reason that you knew her parents and friends would believe, that anyone would believe.
But it wasn’t the reason you knew.
Kim Doyoung, the policeman who handed you the letter, knew it as well.
Someone purposely killed her. And that someone is after you as well.
Her funeral was full of white flowers, her parents weeping on the side about how they lost their lovely daughter. Her friends, even guys who had short flings with her, came to grief. Aeri was there, trying to hide her tears. Yuta was next to you, caressing your back as you kept crying for the friend-like sister you lost.
Instead of just grieving like the others, you felt guilty. This was all because of you.
Sophie died because of you.
You didn’t tell anyone of the letter, it was like a secret with Kim Doyoung. Even Yuta doesn’t know. And you don’t want to let him know.
“Shouldn’t you distance yourself from your boyfriend now that you know that your life is in trouble?” The policeman asked, “And Miss Y/N, I know you know who did this.”
You sighed hard. “I don’t have proof. I can’t just accuse her without any concrete evidence, can I?”
“Then you’ll just wait until that person comes to hurt you?”
Maybe you’ll just do that.
You don’t have any strength to do anything at all. Even staying at the apartment you once shared with Sophie feels so heavy. Yuta suggested the penthouse which sounds safer than the other options you have. Unlike when you started dating him, Yuta was always by your side. He would leave in the morning to work on some things but would always come back in the evening before you went to sleep, hugging you in his arms while you cry.
You were cooking some breakfast when you felt someone hug you from behind, hands wrapped around your waist as his breathing can be felt against your neck. “Why are you dressed up? Are you going somewhere?” Yuta asked and you nodded.
“Doyoung has some leads in Sophie’s case,” You answered in a monotone, putting some pepper in the soup you made. “He wanted me to check it.”
He wrapped you tightly in a hug, nuzzling his head on your shoulder. “You’re meeting that policeman more often lately.” If possible, you can hear the pout in his voice. “You’re making me jealous.”
You giggled at that. How adorable. You turned to see his face. “Why would you even get jealous over that?” You asked while holding both his cheeks. “It’s nothing Yuta. We’re just working together to find out who did this to Sophie.”
“I can help you if you would just let me.” A smile escaped your lips, shaking your head. You don’t want him getting involved. You don’t want him to have the same hunches as you. You don’t want Yuta to know that you’re in danger and this was all your fault. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight. “I’m relieved,” You were curious about that statement. “This is the first time in a week that I saw you smile.”
You gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry if I worry you.”
But Yuta shook his head, smiling widely at you. “After you meet with Policeman Kim, let’s go have lunch together. I’ll reserve a fancy restaurant for just the two of us.”
You nodded. Actually looking forward to that moment.
Doyoung did supply very useful information. Because of the semen found on Sophie's underwear, they found out who sexually assaulted her. A bellboy from the hotel. He did claim that they only had sex and he left after. The other staff of the hotel claimed that someone came into her room and left soon after. There isn't CCTV or a legit witness to convict someone of the crime.
He kept on pressing you for what you know but you are not someone to talk to unless there are facts. You read the letter repeatedly, the blood almost drying but you knew the word by heart.
'You're next, Y/N.'
The person who killed your bestfriend is a person who wants you dead. And there is only one person who wants that. You don't want to accuse her but she's the only plausible suspect there is. Isn't it already enough that she drugged Yuta?
Is this still because you were with Yuta? That she is starting to hurt the people you care for. That she is out there to kill you?
Then Sophie might be right. This relationship with Yuta wouldn’t work. You’re only hurting the people you care about. It only resulted in a life lost because of the two of you. And who knows what other things Kyoko can do?
Maybe it’s time to end it once and for all.
You were feeling excited about the promised dinner the whole day but as time passed by, you were slowly dreading it. Your heart felt heavy inside your chest. You were scared of how to tell Yuta what you think. You were scared of how he would react.
Love should make you happy, not worried like this.
You desperately waited for his message or call, even wishing that it wouldn’t come. That even for just a day, you will save yourself from this heartache bound to happen.
The phone Yuta gave you vibrated, a message you sighed hard to open. It only said a specific address, no restaurant name or time. Just an address. Is this some kind of surprise? Why is he suddenly doing this?
Breaking up will be harder now.
The cab took you to an eerie abandoned warehouse. He even checked if the address you stated is correct or if he should call the police for you but you shook your head. Yuta’s car was outside. Maybe it’s a facade and the surprise is inside. Every step inside feels heavy. How can you say goodbye when he did all these things for you?
But when you opened the large doors, there was only darkness that scared you. The door closed automatically behind you as the light flickered revealing a silhouette of someone in the middle of the room. Wrists were tied with a rope, hanging from a high ceiling. Immediately, you ran to carry her body and tried to remove the bound on her wrist with one hand. “Y/N,” she called, face looking so pale, and you hushed Momo up. What is she doing here? “Uncle…” Uncle? Mark? He’s also here?
You frantically looked around the empty room just as you heard a small wheezing sound. Smoke filled the room. But a specific smell made you black out. Oleander.
The first time you encountered the flower was at a convention. Sophie told you about it and how the looks of the flower can deceive you. They bloom in white, pink, yellow, or red charming flowers but when ingested, they can be poisonous. Even the smoke burned from its wood is toxic. The same scent lingers in your nose.
You feel like flying but something is dragging you down. Specifically, your feet and hands. When you opened your eyes, you weren’t surprised to see the person you have been despising for days. The first impression of her classy looks didn’t leave her face even if she is now smirking in front of you. A crazy woman.
You squirmed to get out of the ropes on your wrists and ankle but she only laughed maniacally. “Where is Momo? And Mark?” She took a knife from her pocket, the same pocket knife you threw at her before. “Why are you hurting them?”
The sharp edge of the knife came in contact with your cheek which created a stinging pain. She dragged it south, creating a cut from your cheek to your jaw. “What does Yuta see in you?” You hissed at the pain, and blood started dripping to your clothes. “You’re average. Why would he choose someone like you?”
“Because unlike you, I chose him first.”
Clearly, she didn’t like the answer and pushed the knife on the side of your neck. “You, of all people, don't have the right to be with Yuta.” Does she really hate you this much? But she's the one who left Yuta first? Why is she acting like a crazy girlfriend? “Y/N Y/L/N,” she started, “Your father used to work with Mr. Long, isn’t he? A driver?” How did she know that?
A wide smile appeared on her face, “Mr. Long, a well-known mafia boss from Shanghai.” No, he’s not. You know the man. He owns a small construction business. “A mafia boss well known as the Nakamoto group’s rival.” No, he can't be. Your father isn’t related to the mafia. “Do you even know why your mother died, Y/N?” Why does she know these things? What does she know that you don’t?
“Yuta’s dad is brutal, isn’t he?” You shook your head. You don’t know him. You don’t want to hear anymore. “He killed your mom. And Mr. Nakamoto was the reason why your dad was shot.” That cannot be true. The knife lunged at your neck, creating a cut. But it isn’t as painful as you thought. You’re ready to accept death like this. “The reason why your life is hell is because of Yuta.”
No. It’s not.
A gunshot is heard before Kyoko’s mouth spilled bright red blood. A smile appeared on her lips as she fell to the ground. Just like in your nightmares. Yuta was by the doorway, breathing hard with a gun at hand. He killed Kyoko. He defied the first rule of the Nakamoto group.
He ran to your side, removing the ropes on your wrists and ankles before removing his shirt and placing it on your bleeding neck. “I already told Jaehyun to come here…”
“Why?” Yuta looked confused. “Why did you kill her? You disobeyed the first rule…”
The mafia boss looked pissed at the question. “Do you think I would care about that stupid rule?” He shouted. “She killed Sophie. She took Momo.” How did Yuta know about that? “The last straw is her hurting you.”
“Momo,” you whispered, suddenly reminded of the little girl you saw earlier. “She said Mark is here.”
He looked startled and confused, “But Mark was the one who brought me here.”
A figure can be seen by the door.
A young man was carrying the young girl in his arms, a gun pointing at her head. “And Mark is the one who planned all of these.” You're used to seeing him in his boyish state, timid. But this is a different Mark. The same Mark who didn't show mercy in killing the person who abused you in Kyoko’s boutique. “Mark who will slowly kill the people you care about, hyung.”
“Don’t hurt Momo.” The older guy pleaded. “She’s your niece.”
“The reason why my sister is dead,” Mark stated. “The only person I have left in my family after what your father did.” Mark then stared at you, “After what both your fathers did.” All the facts you have been hearing today hurt your head and it’s pounding.
You know Yuta is talking to Mark, maybe persuading him not to do something drastic. Momo is crying, and fright can be seen on her face.
When Mark pushed the small mechanism of the revolver he was holding and pushed the firearm on the younger girl’s temple, you knew you had to do something.
You acted on impulse and discreetly took Yuta’s gun from the floor.
You’ve never held a gun before, only that time in the amusement park and you can feel warmth holding your arm and a voice whispering, “Fire, Y/N. Kill him.”
One shot.
Second shot.
Third shot.
Before you felt the firearm yanked from our hand. You didn’t realize the tears were falling in your eyes if not for Yuta hushing you up while wrapping you in his arms.
I've unearthed my old ass comics project aka 'lab rat part two with the national song', and I really want to finish it. But man oh man am I struggling with it. Old sketches make no sense, brushes are gone and nothing works. So... I want to work on it, but I'm too afraid no one needs it and my brain won't give me any dopamine for my troubles. What I'm saying is, any support is appreciated.
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(noot noot song- CG5)
Wahoo I’m finally done with my reference doodles for the gang, as well as a few headcanons for their ages and heights :3
I’ll add Darnold, Forzen and G-man later down the line too, but I really need to start on that Freelatta drawing I promised a few weeks ago…
Dirkjake week day 1 robots/cowboys (only the robot part)
Hi chat the second the clock hit 00:00 i grabbed my tablet to draw
(I dont know if i shouldnt use the drkjweek tag if im not part of the dirkjake event so if i need to untag it tell me)
Autumn photoshoot featuring Nyx, my subadult Darth Vader mantis! Isn't she spooky! I hope to breed her this year.
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Get jumpscared! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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Hmmm what if I just:
There's a difference between Cultural Appropriation and Cultural Appreciation. Transgender rights matter, and all pronouns should be respected. Fat shaming is wrong, and all body types are valid no matter what. Insulting an artist's art style is wrong, and all art styles are awesome. The idea of "stealing an artstyle" is just plain stupid, but if you're taking inspiration from an art style someone uses, make sure to show them appreciation by mentioning them. Leave comments and likes on writers and artists' work alike. Arguments over writing vs drawing/painting/sketching is stupid because both/all are valid, and both/all should be considered art. Not all drug addicts are bad people, they are just people with a bad habit that deserve help to get better.
