She doesn’t remember much of who she was before the revolution, just snippets - Yves, Chuu, the medallion, a little girl who helped her, and the glittering halls of some place she can’t put a name on. Anastasia AU.

Yangyang really was about to write r/legaladvice’s wildest post yet - “Can I (20M) force the ghost (100+M) haunting my dead grandfather’s (87M) house to pay rent?”. It probably would send him to the front page by the sheer craziness of it.

Space is cold and empty, with only the distant stars and the ever occasional planet or moon as reference points. Captain Jo, or simply Haseul, from spacecraft Sambunui Il, knew this very well.

Kahei felt a bit like a child wearing her mother’s things, but she supposed that it was because this was the first event she went not as a Grand Duchess, but as the official crown heiress. Before the crowning, it all felt so easy - just appear on a ballroom for a few hours, socialize with the other nobles she knew since they were just a bunch of brats prattling around, and then go off to her room, back to reading and learning. But now...

Sooyoung, through the ages.

People, Jungeun found out, were a lot like what they ordered at the coffee shop.

It’s the dress, Jungeun reasons to herself, watching.

Jinsol bit the apple.

haseul is sleeping in the backseat, covered by kahei’s green wool sweater. kahei herself is driving, drinking her increasingly cold coffee to keep herself awake, the lights of the ever occasional passing car in the night hurting her eyes accustomed to the darkness. the radio is muttering a soft song, almost a lullaby in its melody, going in and out of the station every time she did a curve, the buzzing of radio static snapping her awake, if just barely. it almost felt like they were alone in

Every time Kahei comes home after a night off, she smells of a different shampoo.

Problems with the living? Unhappy with eternity? Is death the problem and not the solution? Do you have problems adjusting to your new condition? CALL NOW BEETLEJUICE

Haseul escapes one marriage to find herself in another. A Corpse Bride-ish AU.

She coughs up petals - beautiful pieces of calla lilies tinted with blood -, and looks into the mirror.

The job at the roller skating rink paid well and was stylish, and it’s why Viian went after it.

"Storm's coming, lucky", the sea captain said, looking through his spyglass into the horizon.

The manager hands them books on how to speak Korean and leaves the three alone with their books, their CDs and a ty internet connection. Mina, Momo and Sana look at each other and then, at the books.

Jiwoo looked at the photo of her target, and then through the scope of her rifle.

Yoobin has heard of Minji.

It’s been a while since Minji had talked to anyone from back home, but she had ran away to Norway for a reason that she barely remembered.

There’s a new tattoo shop nearby, where the old fishing gear shop had been.

When the envoys of the far off human kingdom bring their tributes to the Queen of the fae, they bring in a princess with them, veiled and frail. There’s a surprise among court, whispers floating around: human sacrifice isn’t a thing they do. 

Minji kisses the small wounds on Handong’s fingers, and then bandages them carefully, even though she doesn’t need them anymore: a vampire’s saliva is pretty much a cure-all, but Handong guesses it’s the thought that counts. 

Sooyoung looked at the thermometer, and then at Kahei, whistling low without truly meaning to do it, more of a natural reaction at the numbers on the display than anything else. 

Bora looks at the pirate queen in front of her, and shows a smile with too many pointed teeth. She flicks her tail, shining gold and red on the sunset, and accidentally flicks some saltwater on her immaculately white pants.

It wasn’t that Hyunjin didn’t like the summer camp she’d been sent to.

The manager hands her a book on how to speak Korean and leaves, and Tzuyu, the sole mandarin speaker of the group, watched in disbelief as she left the room, coloring her perception in red.

“Siyeon, right?” She asked, rhetorical, and the girl gave her a curt, stiff nod. She started to clean her hands, staring at Siyeon. “Well, it’s going to be an expensive fix. Upwards two thousand struanes, I think. Old ships tend to be like that, you know? Impossible to predict.” Siyeon looked baffled. Handong counted down the seconds to the explosion. “Old ship? This baby is from a few months ago, I bought it new!”

Hyejoo looked at the magic sparking from her fingertips, flowing in grey waves that were deadly. Heejin, by her side, cocked her head, staring at it.

The worst flowers to cough are larkspurs, because they always seem to come on the branch, scratching at Yoobin’s throat and tinting the purple of the petals with blood.

She’s all magic - it’s the way she moves her ringed fingers, weaving pink tendrils into reality.