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dadyscumslutprincess20 · 1 year ago

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Lost Love

(Small story I thought about doing until I write another request that I got, also be looking out I’m working on 4 request at a time then the rest at once💕)

Cha Hyun su x fem reader

Genre: Just a bit emotional

It’s been a year since you last saw Hyun su after trying his self into the military to keep the remaining survivors of Green Home safe , so we all would be able to saved and took to a shelter/camp that was meant for any survivors

Since then you lived with the regret of not telling him about the baby , both you and Hyun su moved in together in your first apartment at Green home , since you were a bit more social you made a few friends inside the building , but most of you time was spent with Hyun su

When the apocalypse started. Hyun su started to have serious noise bleeds , times where he would black out or there were even moments you felt like he want your Hyun su

After gathering with the remaining survivors you soon learned that Hyun su was a special case of the monsters that now roamed the city

After a while you found out you were pregnant, deciding it wasn’t the right time as you kept the pregnancy to yourself .. not knowing Hyun su would turn his self in the same night

Now here you were a year later with two beautiful children, a boy and a little girl , even though it’s been just a year they were already at the age of 12

Before giving birth to Cha Hee (son) and Cha Hui (girl) , you escaped from the shelter finding a small abandoned camper , the only joy out it was that it was two small rooms that had a full sized bed in both , a small kitchen and dining area that was in the middle and the driver seat that was locked right when you entered the camper

Your pregnancy was pretty easy we’re surprised you along the way , except that you felt your self changing as you started to hear a voice in your head , you belly barely as it looked like you were just bloated from a good meal or something, but you knew you were pregnant, the hardest part of the whole pregnancy was the birth , since you didn’t have any support, you ended up giving birth to the twins inside the camper in your small room , bring down on a spare dry towel you had to hold in your scrams as you gave birth to both Cha Hee and Ch Hui

After giving birth to the twins you noticed how much you’ve changed, your eyes had I slight hit of green with time making your neon eyes now look unnatural, you half grew a bit longer as you soon realized that you gave in to your desires , now becoming a monster but some how keeping it in control.. maybe it was because you had not one but two people to protect

After a few months after having Cha Hee and Cha Hui you soon realized that they weren’t exactly human either , as Cha Hee was born with bright blue eyes , Cha Hui was born with Green eyes

There was a few differences between the two as Cha Hee, he was a quite child , who could make a person go crazy after a certain amount of days soon resulting in their suicide or the death of everyone around them including them selves if you were lucky enough to stay on his good side he would use his touch to show your most happiest memories

Cha Hui was a bit different she was a cold child , always quietly analyzing others , but even though she seemed cold she was super nice once you got to know her , her touch could either set your ablaze as you scream in pain and agony or you could fall into a deep sleep that no one could wake you out of as you live out your deepest fears over and over again, but like her brother if your were no harm to her mother or Cha Hee she could show you your happiest memories ,you didn’t discover this until it happened in front of your eyes

After that you had Cha Hee and Cha Hui to keep on a special pair of gloves that were handmade by you, it made you feel a bit more safe if no one would discover there powers then any one would assume their normal kids , the only thing that would make any one realize their twins it their dark black hair that resembles Cha Hyun Su’s

As you laid in your bed as you start to realize that it’s been quite for a while now , thinking that the the twins were in bed as you stand to your feet , slowly walking out of your room and you peek into their room that was located on the right of yours

Seeing that the room was empty as you start to become slightly worried , heading for the kitchen finning area to see that they weren’t there either

‘Where are they’ the voice in stead your head says as you frantically search the camper a second time just to make sure , but when you saw they weren’t there you quickly open the doors to the camper heading down the three small steps as you head out the door looking left and right frantically as you run straight heading down the road as you call out both Cha Hee and Cha Hui’s names

Not getting a response from neither of your babies as you start to panic thinking of all the possible things that could have happened to them

What if they ran into humans? Or worse the military? , as your mind starts to cloud with questions that only made you panic more , you soon came to a hault as you heard a few giggles , looking around the area as you notice a small grader dome

Taking a small breathe in and out as you head inside the small dome , eyeing scanning around the flowers that bloomed with life , causing you to feel a bit calm but still worrying for you babies

After a while of walking down the small trail you come to a stop , as you feel your body tense up , confusion shown in your eyes

There was Cha Hee and Cha Hui.. but they weren’t alone , there stood Hyun su with a girl that seemed to be around the age of 14 as she talked to Cha Hui who had a small smile on her face , it took a while before Cha Hyun su noticed your presence , eyes locking with your as Ah-yo turned to see why Hyun su was so quite , eyes slowly following his as they land on you soon catching the attention of the twins

“MOMMY” Cha Hee screams out with joy as he runs toward you wrapping his arms around your waist with a smile

“Mom , look we made a new friend” Cha Hee says as pulls away from the hug grabbing a hold of your hand as he pulls you towards Hyun su , Ah-yi and Cha Hui as Cha Hui soon stand beside you wrapping her arms around you as she looks at Ah-hi and Hyun su

“This is Ah-yi and Hyun su” Cha Hee says as he points to both Ah-yi and Hyun su

“And this is our mom , Reader” Cha Hui says as she tightens her hold eyes still watching Ah-yi and Hyun su who eyes now look at you with pure shock

“M-Mom…” Hyun su says as his head hangs low , Ah- yi noticing the hurt in his voice , after a few seconds his head slowly rises eyes now shining blue as he gives you a cold stare

“ After everything we done for you.. to keep you safe , and you have some assholes child , correction children” Hyun su says eyes staring daggers in to yours as you feel a shiver flow down your spine

“I-It’s not like that” You reply as you look down down your feet not able to look him in the eye

“Wait..you know her” Ah-yo says as she looks between you and Hyun su in confusion

“I do actually in fact she’s our dear girlfriend, well was it seems” Hyun su says eyes now looking both at you , Cha Hee and Cha Hui

“I didn’t cheat okay.. I just..” you say looking back in to Hyun Su’s eyes tears now threading to fall

“I don’t know how to tell you and it was to late.. you let us alone” you managed to choke out as tears start to flow, Shock showing on Hyun Su’s face as he looks between Cha Hee and Cha Hui

“T-Their .. mine” Hyun su says eyes slowing turning to normal as he slowly falls to his knees , tears falsify flowing down his face as he looks at you with a sorry expression

“I-I didn’t mean to .. I-I just wanted to keep you safe..I..” before he could finish his sentence Cha Hee warped his in a warm hug as Cha Hui looks him in his teary eyes

“So .. your our father” Cha Hui says as her green eyes watches Hyu su closely as he slowly nods his head in agreement, slowly walking towards Hyun su as she slowly wraps her arms around him pulling him and Cha Hee in a hug

“I had a weird feeling .. it explains why we were okay with you keeping us company” Cha Hee says with apart smile

After a while of hugging , Hyun su informs you on Ah-yi and how he has been taking care of her since she was pretty much born , listening as Hyun su talks about Ah-yi like a proud father , which he was, he starts to feel guilty about missing his own kids growing up deciding to keep not only Ah-yo but you and both Cha Hee and Cha Hui close and safe

#black reader #fem reader #female reader #sweet home #sweet home 2 #sweet home imagines #x reader #cha hyun soo #cha hyunsu #cha hyun su x reader #sweethomefanfic #sweet home x reader #sweet home fanfic #kdrama x reader

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on-a-lucky-tide · 4 months ago

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Regarding the tags you left on my last piece, I totally see Price sitting on Nik's lap now, and I'm 1000% imagining Nik's hands being on Price's ass and thighs 👉👈 I just feel like Nik is a very grabby kind of guy in general :3c

Thank you for the kind tags you always leave on my art btw !! Always makes me super happy <3

It's a good lap. Price should absolutely occupy it as often as possible. One (1) grabby Nik comin' right up.

cw: kissing, groping, grinding, Nik is Price-sexual. I put the sexiness under the cut so you can opt in if you're feeling it. Much love, Nekro.

Price felt Nik's growl beneath his lips as two large hands slapped against his arse and squeezed. A litany of low Russian tumbled out next, and Price licked up to the hinge of Nik's jaw as if to follow the path of the words to his tongue. "U tebya khoroshaya tolstaya zadnitsa..."

They were both freshly showered, Price in a fresh pair of boxers and Nik in the grey sweats that slouched low on his hips and let plenty push through the soft fabric as he walked, rolling from side to side between his thighs. Dia-fuckin'-bolical.

It had taken only a glimpse of Price's hungry gaze for Nik to grab him by the hips and pull him onto the large hotel bed to straddle his lap. Nik liked to run his hands over Price's body, savouring his masculinity, his hairiness, the way his muscles moved under his skin and his body reacted to touch. He'd work them both up and Price got to reap the rewards.

Price savoured the feel of stubble against his lips, his tongue, as he devoured Nik's neck, fisting a handful of damp black hair to keep his conquered ground surrendered to him. Strong hands continued to knead his backside, palms tucking beneath the curves of each cheek and then working their say up to the top to admire the shape. It felt nice through the cotton of his boxers, Nik's fingertips alternating between a stroke and a massage, and Price's body, already flushed from the heat of the shower, warmed with arousal.

"You are a masterpiece, solnyshko," Nik growled as Price licked into the shell of his ear, sucked on the lobe, before returning to the hinge of his jaw. Price pressed forward to feel the firm, solid line of Nik's body against his and moaned softly. There was a little give, a little plush; Nik was built like a powerlifter, not a model, thank fuck. Made for strength, endurance, explosive power; beneath the padding was hard muscle, his shoulders and biceps bouldered out and pronounced beneath Price's hands, his back broad enough to carry a damn ox. He was one to talk about bloody masterpieces, walking around like this.

Price groaned again as he rubbed into the thick hair on Nik's chest, and Nik's fingers wandered between his thighs, Nik's spreading wider so that Price's knees were pushed further open with them. Two fingers pushed down Price's perineum, massaging back and forth with a perfect pressure. "Mmph, fuck, Nik, that's..."

"Good?"

"Yeah..."

"In Taoism, this is called the Hui Yin, or the gate to life and death."

"Uh huh," Price said, amused. Of course Nik had some hidden mystic sex knowledge. Why wouldn't he? It was Nik. Truly nothing that came out of his mouth surprised Price these days, but damn did it all sound fuckin' good.

Nik's voice was low, husky, and it vibrated through Price's own chest, curling around his heart like a physical force to make it ache. It was love, wasn't it? The sound of Nik's voice, the feel of his hands, it made Price ache with love and want. "Tell me more, Nik. Keep talkin'." And keep touchin' me, fuckin hell.

"I was told that martial arts students would pay their instructors a small fortune to activate this point, release their energies, essential life forces." Nik pushed up with the hand beneath Price's arse, urging him to lean his weight forward, to relax.

"Hurr, can't think of anythin' more uncomfortable 'n some old monk rubbin' between my legs..."

"He would do it from the inside too."

"Oh, grand. Even worse." Price ground forward a little, pushing his hard prick, pinned down to the side by his boxers, into the plush of Nik's belly as the well of pleasure in his hips began to grow. Nik continued to enjoy the curve of one arse cheek, squeezing it against his palm, his other hand still working leisurely at the spot behind Price's balls.

"I would train you to have a full body experience when you orgasm. I imagine you would look and sound... beautiful. But you are too impatient."

Price's ears reddened. Nik was the only person in the world that called Price's craggy, asymmetrical self 'beautiful', and it made him feel all sorts of... funny. Good funny. "'Ave yer looked in the mirror to see what I have t' work with? You'd be impatient t--hng.. ahh, Nik." It may be on the outside, but Nik knew what he was doing, pressing up just so in focused passes. It was sweet torture, the need for release building with no outlet, the pleasure of it blooming through Price's back, down his thighs.

"You are healthy, young, vigorous, your body is... a work of art. It would be a powerful experience."

"Unf," Price replaced, clinging on for dear fucking life as he fought the desire to hump Nik's body like a rutting hound. He tilted his hips forward and buried his face against Nik's shoulder, soft, tight pants blustering over Nik's neck. "Nik, I need..."

"I know, soon, relax and focus on the feeling, not the end."

"Cruel bastard," Price said, trying not to whine but bloody hell it was hard. "Please tell me yer brought lube."

"I always provide you with a full service, no?"

"Hollow points, exfil and lube, ha.. oh, oh, fuck, Nik, c'mon, please..."

"Hm," he slapped Price's arse and flicked his chin at his duffel bag. Price practically threw himself across the bed to rifle through it, while Nik shucked off his sweats and lounged, gloriously naked and unhurried, against the pillows. When Price looked back, his mouth went dry at the sight of him, thick cock hard against his belly, arms folded behind his head expectantly.

"You worked me up so you could be a pillow princess, you jammy git."

"Da," Nik admitted with a wry little smirk. "You are young, fit... I am old man, tired..."

"Oh yeah, knackered, clearly," Price grumbled, crawling back up the bed and kicking his boxers off as he went. Nik's body was clearly anything but tired. Price pushed the lube into Nik's chest as he climbed back into his lap and Nik took the hint, flicking the cap off with his thumb before taking his sweet time to enjoy the preparation as Price licked into his mouth.

When Price finally got what he wanted, those big hands on his hips, that beast of a prick inside him, the orgasm was out of this world. Whited vision, curled up with the intensity, throat raw; the works. Maybe there was something to that Taoist shit after all.

#captain john price #cod nikolai #nikprice #cod #call of duty

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chinesehanfu · 8 months ago

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[Cdrama Hanfu]𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗗𝘆𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀-𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝘆𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆 (𝟵𝟬𝟳–𝟭𝟮𝟳𝟵𝗔𝗗) 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 & 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗳𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝗖𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮【墨雨云间/𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲】

【Historical Reference Artifacts】

1.China Portrait of Qian Duo (10 March 852– 6 May 932), King Taizu of Wuyue (吳越太祖)<Ming Dynasty replica>

2.China Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period: <White marble relief sculpture of Musician> Unearthed from the tomb of Wang Chuzhi, the governor of Yiwu Army during the Five Dynasties period

3.Chinese Five Dynasties Period and Ten Kingdoms Murals: Tomb of Feng Hui冯晖墓

【History about Chinese Traditional Headwear: Futou】

Futou (simplified Chinese: 幞头; traditional Chinese: 襆頭/幞頭; also pronounced and written as putou), also known as fu (幞) and toujin (頭巾),[1] was one of the most important forms of Chinese headwear in ancient China with a history of more than one thousand years. The futou first appeared in Northern Zhou under the reign of Emperor Wu where it became prevalent. It was also commonly worn in the Tang and Song dynasties. The futou was typically worn by government officials.The futou was originally turban-like headwear which was tied at the back of its wearer's head, with the two corners going to opposite directions and acting as decorations. From the Sui to the Ming dynasties, the futou evolved and was developed based on the fujin.The futou eventually came to assume a variety of shapes and styles.The shape of the futou worn by the government officials in the Song and Ming dynasties, the latter known as the wushamao (烏紗帽), was based on the futou of the Tang dynasty.

The Chinese futou was also introduced in both Korea Unified Silla and continued to be worn by government officials until the late Korea Joseon: 25 The futou with a jinzi (lining) was also introduced back in the Sogdian areas in Central Asia spreading to the Western regions through the Xinjiang region. The futou with jinzi was also introduced in Japan during the Japan Nara period through Prince Shōtaku.

Sui, Tang dynasty, and Five dynasties and ten kingdoms period

Prior to the Song dynasty, the futou was mostly made of black muslin. In the early Tang, the futou was a sijiaoruanjin (四腳軟巾; 'Four-feet soft scarf'),where all four ribbons were allowed to hang down after being tied. Later on, the early Tang dynasty minister, Ma Zhou, was the first person to use a square kerchief in order to tie a futou and was also the person who added a lining to shape his futou making it more beautiful.The lining which was added to the inside of the futou from the year 614 AD was called jinzi (巾子); the jinzi was used to make the futou look more straight and beautiful in terms of appearance. After being cut into the desired shape, the jinzi was painted black with lacquer and would then be covered by the futou. The jinzi was made with soft and light tung wood and with other materials such as bamboo strips, timbo, miscanthus, silk, and leather. It was also possible to line the futou with a mount-shaped item made out of paulownia (Chinese: 桐木为冠; pinyin: Tóngmù wéi guān; lit. 'paulownia crown') in the front. The step-by-step process to wear the futou with jinzi was to tie the hair up in a topknot, followed by covering the topknot with the jinzi as hard lining, then wrapping the head and the jinzi with a black, square-shaped piece of cloth, and finally tying the cloth in the desired style. The futou with jinzi then became the standard form of futou in the early Tang dynasty. A form of futou with jinzi was a kerchief with two corners attached with two ribbons in opposite directions of each other; the ribbons would then be tied at the back of the wearer's head, allowing the two back ribbons to hang down freely as a form of decoration.With time, the futou with jinzi was further developed, and a ribbon was attached to each corner of the turban to make it more decorative; two ribbons were tied on the top of the head while the back ribbons were tied and were allowed to hang down freely. The futou with jinzi could also have all four ribbons tied at the back of the head and allowed to hang down freely. The yingwangboyang (Chinese: 英王踣样), a futou with a big and forward top jinzi, was created by Emperor Zhongzong and became prevalent during his reign when he awarded this type of futou to his officials. During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong, the neiyang (Chinese: 内样), a futou with a small and round top jinzi became popular around the year 726 AD. Moreover, by adding wire or silk strings inside the added ribbons, the futou could take different shapes and styles depending on its wearer's liking. However, in the Tang dynasty, only the Emperors could use these hard ribbons; these hard ribbons would be bent upward.The Tang dynasties emperor wore a futou with two upturned tails until the Five dynasties period.The Tang dynasty emperors also wore the zhijiaofutou (Chinese: 直腳幞头; pinyin: zhíjiǎofútóu; lit. 'straight-feet futou').

For more the history of futou's evolution, please refer to:

The evolution of futou in China

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Photo：Chinese Actor 曾柯琅/Zeng Kelang

CDrama name：【墨雨云间/𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲】

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jinns-arcane-feverdream · 2 months ago

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The sound of funeral bells rings in my head as I button up my jacket. Dark colors adorn my body as I look in the mirror. My hair doesn’t quite cooperate, but it doesn’t matter; my hood will be up, at least until I get inside. Then? Well, I’ve changed. I don’t fit that respectable image anymore - I never did. That’s part of the reason why I left, the main reason. When you live somewhere you don’t belong for too long, you get desperate and flee. You cut ties, throw away all you know, for a life you hope fits you better. And I was lucky enough that my new life did.

As I adjust my jewelry, I think back to the times where I would do this for weekly events. My mother - no, abandoner - would stand behind me as I used the mirror to perfect my look. It was never to her liking, though, and she always ended up shoving earrings into my lobes in places where there were no holes, scarring me over time. Now, I go to a piercer to get new earrings shoved through needle holes in my ears. It’s cleaner, healthier, and better.

I find earrings that fit well enough with my dark attire and quickly slip them through my piercings. I use my finger to straighten out my septum before I turn to leave the bathroom. My apartment isn’t much, but it’s good enough for me. No one in the undercity has much, unless you’re a Chem Baron. My boots aren’t shiny or new, and there’s plenty of scuffs in them, but they’re the most comfortable shoes I have - and they go with my outfit.

“I’ll be back later, don’t get up to any trouble while I’m gone.” I lean over to look at my little betta fish swimming over to the glass to look at me. “I know, I haven’t spent enough time with you lately. But I promise that I will make it up to you,” I tell him. After reaching for his food, I drop a single pellet in for him to eat. “No more until I get back, I don’t want you to get dropsy.” Huy, my fish, stares at me with his beady black eyes. His mouth opens and a bubble comes out, signaling that he probably burped.

A laugh slips from me before I stand and head to the front door, and my smile slips as I sigh. It’s not fun going to Piltover, but this time, it feels necessary. An old friend’s mother has died; someone who used to occasionally provide for me. The least I owe is my condolences to my friend and her father, and a brief respect given to her mother. Though, she is part of the reason I fled - I’d become a burden to her and her family. I was an orphan who took too much from her. I was needy, and she was rich. I was wild, she was proper.

The door closes firmly behind me and I quickly lock it. A few whistles ring through the air as friendly neighbors bid me goodbye. I offer a brief wave behind my back before beginning on my trek. No one knows what I’m up to, not even my closest friend - well, he’s more like a brother. My actual closest friend had been in Stillwater for the last 7 years, and as soon as she got out, Vi began running around with some random chick, trying to find her sister and save her. We only knew each other for a small amount of time before she was thrown in prison, but I managed to visit her often due to my connection with the guard - it helps to be an orphan in need of guidance, and he was kind enough, or maybe dumb enough, to take me under his wing. I have another friend as well, Ekko, who brought me into the Firelights group. We met one night while I was walking back to my apartment after visiting Vi. I’d gotten surprised by one of the firelight creatures when it landed on my arm. Ekko had been chasing it, and coincidentally ran into me. After that, he’d let me into the group and their home; a beautiful place with a real tree at the center.

Back to my ‘brother’. His name is Thieram, and he works at The Last Drop—my first stop on the way to Topside. Coincidentally, due to me visiting him often at work, I became sort-of friends with Jinx and Sevika, mainly due to the fact that Silco’s office was above the bar. I only ever saw the man in brief passing because when Thieram would see him come in, he’d make sure I looked anywhere but at his boss. He always warned me that one wrong glance would earn me Sevika’s knee in my jaw.

“Where are you off to wearing such a gloomy outfit,” Thieram asks as I walk into the building.

I take my normal seat at the bar and take that shot he offers me. “Piltover.”

“Topside? How come?” he questions while preparing me another shot—he knows how much I hate going up there, even if it’s for business. He’s heard plenty of drunken rants to know exactly what I would say to any question he’d ask after I returned Underground.

“Friend’s mother died, felt like I should at least show up for once. Haven’t seen her in years anyway, it might surprise me to see what she’s become,” I explain before throwing back the second shot. “Thanks.”

“‘Course. You sure you wanna do this, though? No one’s forcing you to go up there.”

“I should go,” I sigh, taking the glass of water he offers. “I kinda miss my friends up there, ya know? Sure they weren’t the best and didn’t really understand me, but they did their best. I think.”

“You have friends?” he jokes, and I crack a smile. “There it is, I missed those crooked teeth.”

“My teeth are not crooked, thank you very much. Although your nose still is from the last time I broke it.” The snark comes naturally, and of course, he has a quick retort.

“I’m not gonna bother fixing it, knowing how dirty you like to spar,” he laughs, and I join in with him.

I slip off my bar stool and stretch, a groan coming from me as I do. “I better be off now, Thier,” I say with a crack of my neck, “Sorry I can’t stay more than a minute, I don’t wanna be Topside when it gets dark. They’ll probably think I’m some filthy Zaunite robber,” I snicker.

“Wait, you aren’t?” he asks, faking exasperation.

“I mean, they don’t need to know I am,” I laugh before reaching over the bar and trying to slap him playfully.

“Hey! Knock it off! You don’t slap the guy who gives you drinks,” he says while glaring at me. “Now, go on and git.” He sticks his tongue out at me, an action that I playfully copy.

“See ya later, Thiery,” I say while waving as I walk out. He smiles and waves back, offering me the same salutations. As soon as the door closes behind me, my mood drops again. I’m not glum about her mom being dead, as bad as that sounds. I’m upset about having forced myself back up there, a place that never fails to push me back out each time I venture across the bridge.

Nobody seems to notice me as I walk through the lanes, but the second I step onto the bridge, the eyes of multiple enforcers are glued to me. I keep my head down, trying not to draw any attention, but some young, probably new, enforcer bee-lines to me and blocks me from walking any further.

“State your business,” he says while glaring at me. “And take off your jacket, you’re getting a search.”

“A search?” I ask bewildered, “What did I do to be searched?”

“You came from the Undercity. Now answer my question before I detain you for being difficult.”

I open my mouth to protest before biting my tongue. I pull my jacket off and forcefully shove it into his hands while he signals someone to come over and pat me down. “I’m going to pay respects to an old friend whose mother died recently,” I explain, “hence the dark clothes.”

“And what is the name of this friend?” he asks as the other nods to signify that I’m clear.

“Does that really matter? You won’t believe me, anyway,” I huff. He opens his mouth to object before a superior officer comes over and tells him to let me pass as I had cleared the search. He scoffs before throwing my jacket back at me, but not hard enough, causing me to have to move forward to catch it before it hits the ground. I spit next to his shoe before slipping my jacket back on and pulling the hood back up. I don’t look to see who the other enforcer is, not caring about who came to my ‘rescue’.

As I walked along the bridge, I glanced at the water to my side. I’d never been good at swimming, but there was always the urge to jump in and let the slow current carry me along. The River Zaun looks peaceful, despite being disgustingly polluted and full of who knows what kind of creatures. The rays of sun reflect off of it, catching my eye and causing me to look away. A dot is in my vision now from the brightness, but it’s a welcome change compared to the constant darkness and glow of the Undercity.

I cringe at the sound of my boots on the tiled street of Piltover. My heels seem to produce an echo that reverberates down the row of buildings, and I feel as though it’s a summoning, an alarm that a Zaunite has wandered up to Piltover. Enforcers pass by as I walk the familiar route to my friend’s house; they tend to be more prominent in the rich neighborhoods, probably due to wanting to protect the wealthy more than anyone else. How else would Piltover fund their excessive police force and academy?

I stop at the end of the street to gaze at the gates before me. The metal glints in the sun, and I feel small as I watch them rise into the sky. They don’t send an inviting message, but I force myself to walk over anyway. To my surprise, they’re open, and I walk through them and up to the door. I knock once, softly, before knocking harder, twice. I take a few steps back before putting my head down and waiting. After a few moments, Mr. Kiramman answers the door.

His eyes are wide as I look up at him. It takes only a second for him to recognize me, and once he does, he immediately moves to the side to let me in. “We’ve wondered about you,” he admits to me, shattering the awkward silence.

“I’ve been alright,” I respond simply, “is Caitlyn here?”

“Yes, I can let her know that she has a guest. Would you like me to tell her it’s you?”

I think for a moment, considering the options. “No, I think I would like to surprise her. Maybe it could be…something to bring a bit of joy to her, in this hard time.”

Mr. Kiramman nods before leading me to a sitting area. “I’ll go let her know, then,” he says before turning and taking a few steps.

“Wait,” I say, stopping him in his tracks. He turns back and looks at me, and I give him a small smile. “I never thanked you guys before. I know it’s probably far too late, but I appreciated everything you did for me, no matter how big or small.”

He smiles briefly before looking down as the smile fades. “We could’ve done more. But Cassandra-”

“I give my condolences for your loss. She was a strong woman. May you find peace in her honor.” I cut him off, not needing to know any more of how Cassandra Kiramman had always thought of me as lesser, an orphan mooch. Mr. Kiramman nods before turning again and heading to find Caitlyn, understanding my tone as one indicating our conversation is over.

After a minute, I hear steps ringing through the house. I stand and face away from the stairs I knew she’d be coming from. I can’t bear to face her yet, not after so long, and not after her mother’s recent death.

“I was told you were here to see me?” Her voice sounds hollow, and I can sense the emotional drain she has gone through. “Well? Are you going to turn around?”

I take a deep breath before speaking as I turn. “I…should have visited sooner,” I say before looking up. Her eyes widen, and she takes a step back, resting a hand on the arm of a chair for support.

A mumble of my name leaves her lips before she lunges forward and wraps me in a hug. “I thought you were dead, or in jail!” she cried into my neck. “I…I didn’t think I’d ever see you again! Where have you been? What have you been doing?”

I slowly pull away and glance into her eyes, seeing a mix of excitement, relief, and hurt. “I…well, it’s a long story,” I admit with a sigh. “It’s not why I’m here. I wanted to offer my condolences—”

“I don’t need any more of those,” she cuts in with a sigh. “Please, sit. Can you tell me anything about these past 6 years?”

I sit and think for a second before nodding softly. I fidget with my hands for a second, deciding how much to spill. “I fled to the Undercity. I realized that I’d fit in better down there, being a poor orphan and all. Topside…well, you know I never fit in here. You and Jayce were the only ones who gave me a chance, but even then…” My words trailed off. I didn’t want to make her feel bad about her past actions, or those of her mother. “I eventually joined a…morale raising group. We embrace the possibility of a better Zaun.” Caitlyn stiffens up in her seat as I speak, and I stop when I can tell she has something to say.

“A morale raising group? You’re not a part of Silco’s crew, are you?”

“No,” I quickly deny, “they’re kinda our rivals down there. We fight for control, for influence. The group I’m in, we’re more about peace and bringing people together. Silco’s crew…they’re more about fear tactics, forcing people under their control.”

“I see,” Caitlyn says before relaxing again. “It was one of Silco’s people who killed my mother. I had to make sure you weren’t a part of it.”

I shake my head no before studying her outfit, realizing why it seemed familiar to me. It’s my turn to stiffen up in my seat, and I divert my eyes from her enforcer uniform.

“Is there something wrong?” Caitlyn asks, having noticed my sudden tension.

“You’re…an enforcer…” I comment, meeting her eyes again. “An enforcer.”

“Yes, it had always been my dream since I was little,” she explains. “Why? Is that a problem?”

“A problem? Do you understand what enforcers—no, nevermind. Don’t worry about it.”

“Not all enforcers are bad,” she counters me, “We have orders and directions we have to follow. Sometimes they’re more harsh than normal due to external factors.”

“I don’t want to talk about this, Cait,” I sigh, “I need to go soon anyway.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything bad about the Undercity. It’s just-”

“No, I get it. Your mother was killed by one of us. You’ve grown up and lived in Piltover your whole life. You don’t know what it’s like down there. You don’t know what it’s like for us to see an enforcer.”

“Us?” she questions, her brows furrowed in confusion. “You think you’re one of them now?”

“Yes, I am. I’ve been accepted into the world down there, unlike how I was tossed aside up here. It’s…refreshing, feeling like I belong somewhere. But, again, I need to leave. I don’t want to be stuck here when it’s dark.”

Caitlyn glances at the ground for a second before perking up again. “Have you visited Jayce?” she asks as we both stand. “I can give you an escort to his lab if you’d like.”

“I don’t need an escort, and I wasn’t planning on seeing him. I’m only up here to offer you my condolences,” I explain. “And…I don’t think Jayce would be happy to see me.”

“He misses you more than you know,” she counters. “Please, let me have someone take you there. Or I’ll write down the directions if you feel more comfortable. I’ll just have to give you a note with my official seal to show the guards. Please, just visit him for me.”

I roll my eyes before obliging, letting her quickly scrawl out a note for me, and directions on how to get to the lab. “Thanks,” I say while placing the note in my pocket. I’ll…see ya,” I say, a wave of sadness washing over me again. In a second, her arms are around me again, and I return the hug. “I miss you, Cait,” I whisper to her.

Her arms tighten around me before she responds. “I miss you too. Please visit.”

“Sure. I’ll try.” It’s a lie, and we both know it. She hates the Undercity, and I hate Topside. When we separate, we offer weak smiles to each other before I turn to walk out. As the door closes behind me, I let out a long breath. My heart is racing, and I feel it pick up as I see Vi walking past the gates.

“Vi? What are you doing here?” I ask in bewilderment.

She says my name in surprise before running up the steps to be next to me. “I’m here to see Caitlyn. What are you doing up here?”

“Same thing. Caitlyn and I were friends before I fled to Zaun. How do you know her?”

“She’s the one who got me out of Stillwater and helped me look for Powder. We’re…dating, I think.”

“Dating? You’re dating an enforcer? What the hell, Vi? They’re the ones who killed your parents!”

Vi steps back, startled by my sudden anger. “Yeah, but Caitlyn wasn’t the one who did it! My sister killed her mother, how do you think that makes her feel seeing me?”

“Vi,” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, “those people think we’re dirt. They don’t care about anything other than oppressing us and trying to scare us. How could you be with one?”

“You don’t understand,” she huffs, “you don’t know what she’s gone through, or what she’s like. She doesn’t just go down there to harass us. She does her job.”

“The job of enforcers is to harass us. I can’t believe you would just…switch up like that.” I throw my hands in the air in emphasis of my words. Vi holds eye contact with me for a second before scoffing.

“I don’t owe you an explanation. I gotta go, I’ll see you around.”

It’s my turn to scoff as I shake my head and begin walking away. Soon enough, I’m past the gates and back on the street. I walk quickly, wanting to get my day of reunions over with as fast as possible so I can go back to The Last Drop and have a drink with Thieram.

The sun is just past midday when I see the building Jayce is supposed to be in. Of course, a guard of enforcers is stationed outside. I groan internally while walking up, and a young ginger girl stops me from going any further. A man that is possibly a Vastaya lingers back, watching the ginger enforcer carefully. I don’t pay attention to him, or how his frills seem to twitch up when he looks at me.

“Hello, do you have clearance to be here?” the ginger girl asks.

“Yeah, I have this note from Caitlyn Kiramman,” I say while handing it to her.

“Caitlyn? You know her?” the ginger asks excitedly. “She’s such an inspiration to me, I could listen to her for hours.”

“Uh, cool,” I say casually, not sure how else to respond. “I’m just here to see Jayce Talis.”

“Oh, I could escort you in, unless you know your way around,” she offers kindly. “Don’t need a good looking person like you getting lost in there,” she jokes casually.

“If you just tell me the directions I’m sure I can find it.”

“Alright,” she says, a flush of slight embarrassment covering her face in her failed flirtation attempt. “I’ll write them down on the back of this note for you.”

“Thanks,” I say while shifting awkwardly. I spare another glance at the other enforcer, and catch him quickly looking away. His ears twitch but I don’t think anything of it, and turn back to take the directions from the ginger. “Thanks,” I say again before she steps aside to let me continue in.

The halls are large and empty, and I feel a chill roll through my body as my shoes once again echo as I walk. I check the note and make a turn, quickly coming up on the door I needed. I’m surprised at how easy and fast it is to get here, but I suppose it’s easier for Jayce to reach his work quickly when he makes a research breakthrough.

As I walk into the lab, it’s dark and cold. I pull my jacket tighter and cautiously step in. A tall thing catches my attention as it lights up the room. It looks like there’s a body inside it, but I can’t tell what it really is.

“I told you I need to be alone, Mel. I…I don’t want to see you right now.”

“I’m sorry then, I suppose, since I’m not this ‘Mel’ person,” I say slowly as I step into the light.

Jayce sits up in his seat, snapping his head in my direction. He exclaims my name before standing and walking toward me. “Is…is it really you?” he asks, reaching out to touch my arm.

I resist the urge to move away from the contact and let him feel that I’m not a dream or a hallucination. “Yes, it is. Last time I checked, at least.” I crack the small joke, and his eyes fill with joy before he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up, spinning around with me in his arms. “Alright, alright, put me down!” I say firmly before he sets me back on my feet.

“I’m sorry. I just…it’s been so long! Me and Cait, we were so worried! You didn’t even leave us a note!”

“I know, I’m sorry. I thought it would be best to just disappear, though,” I explain. “I…I didn’t mean to hurt you guys.”

He smiles softly at me. “It’s okay. I…guess I could understand. Feeling like disappearing is the best option, I mean. My best friend…it’s my fault he’s like this,” he says while waving an arm toward the thing with the person in it. “If I would’ve done more to prevent the Undercity from getting Hextech, he wouldn’t be like this.”

I look at the floor, a wave of hurt washing over me. “It’s not the Undercity that’s the problem. It’s a certain individual. One of Silco’s people.”

Jayce glances at me for a second before nodding and looking away. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“I should go,” I say, beginning to turn to leave.

“What? Already? Wait-” Jayce reaches out and grabs my arm, and I pull it out of his grip.

“I don’t want to ruin anything, since I’m from the Undercity,” I snap at him.

“I said I was sorry,” he counters, “please, let’s…let’s catch up!”

“No, Jayce. I need to get back before it’s dark. You don’t understand how dangerous it is for a Zaunite to be near enforcers at night, especially when we’re in Piltover.”

“I can escort you back. I’m a Councilor now,” he counters again. “Please, you’ve been gone for so long. I miss you.”

I shake my head without looking back at him. “I’m sorry, Jayce. It was a mistake coming here. I only came up to give Caitlyn my condolences then leave. She made me visit you. Goodbye, Jayce.”

I quickly leave the room and head for the doors, not wanting to waste another second up here with friends who don’t understand me. Guilt washes over me as I push open the front door. I ignore the sounds of Jayce calling for me as I descend the stairs, but when I step off and take a few steps down the street, Jayce catches up to me. The two enforcers from before perk up, but he signals to them that everything is okay.

“Please, just…keep in touch, or something,” he says. I look at the desperation in his eyes before shaking my head.

“I’m not the friend that you remember me as, or think that I am. I’ve changed, Jayce, and so have you and Cait. I don’t belong up here, I don’t belong around you guys. We’re from two different worlds, and I’m choosing to return to mine. I’m leaving yours behind.”

“What if we meet on the bridge, once a week? To…I don’t know, stay connected?”

I look in his eyes again, and shake my head while offering a sad smile. I grab his hands and squeeze them briefly. “Jayce, I will always have love for you and Caitlyn in my heart. But I cannot do as you wish. I have a life, responsibilities. I…I could send you mail, once a month, but that’s the extent of it.”

Jayce drops my hands and shakes his head, sadness covering each part of his expression. “Why? Why come up here just to leave us again? Why visit just to say goodbye?”

“Because, Jayce,” I explain softly, “it’s closure. For me. For you, for Cait. Our friendship can be laid to rest now, and we can save our memories for times of reflection.”

“I don’t want you to just be a memory, though,” he begs, “why does it have to be this way?”

“It’s what I need to move on in life,” I explain before taking a few steps back. “Goodbye, Jayce.”

With a final turn away, I leave behind my childhood friends, and make my way toward the bridge. As I cross over, the sun sets, causing a range of beautiful colors to dance across the sky. I take a moment to observe it, remembering how I used to come down here as a child to watch it whenever I didn’t have homework or chores. I lean over the railing to look at the water, feeling the soft breeze flowing around me. I step up onto the railing, feeling the urge to feel taller, to let the breeze carry me.

A sudden strong gust, and my heart drops as I feel myself fall forward. A quick reaction, and someone is pulling me down and to secure ground. My eyes are wide as I tremble from the jolt of fear. A hand rests on my arm, and I turn to look at who it was that helped me. The male enforcer from outside Jayce’s lab pulls his hand away, but I can see the unasked answer in his eyes. “I’m good,” I breathe out, “thanks.” He nods and gives a small smile before stepping back and giving me more room. I quickly get on my way again, making my way across the bridge before descending into the Undercity.

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bun-lapin · 5 months ago

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NRC Staff Story: Salad

Summary: Lunchtime for Divus Crewel, Ingrid Oster, and Hui-Yan

A/N: Another comedic, slice-of-life fic featuring members of NRC staff! This time featuring some of my staff OCs~! Thanks to @unfinished-projects-galore for the card templates~!

Word Count: 1k CW: comedic slice-of life, friendly bickering, food, alcohol (Hui-Yan intro post) (Ingrid intro post)

Seated in the empty staff break room, Professor Oster sighs with frustration at the document in her hand. Absentmindedly, she pokes at a small bowl of salad on the table in front of her as her eyes scan the lines of data on each page. Occasionally, she mutters a series of numbers and then grabs a pencil to correct something on the paper.

The door suddenly swings open and Professor Crewel steps in the room with an elegant smile on his face. Nodding amicably towards the seated professor, he calls out, “Good afternoon, Ingrid.” Humming softly to himself, he walks over to the fridge and retrieves a small, black and white thermos from the very back. As he pours the contents into a teacup, he glances over at her and asks, “What are you working on over there, darling?”

Ingrid glares irritably at him for a moment before turning back to her task with a small huff. “It’s the supplies list for the infirmary,” she explains. Shaking her head, she adds in an exasperated tone, “Honestly! For such a prestigious school, the students here get in far too many accidents and fights.”

Crewel takes a long sip from his teacup. He licks some of the drink from his upper lip and then grins towards Ingrid. “I suppose boys will be boys wherever you go!” he says with a hearty laugh.

Ingrid narrows her eyes in suspicion and remarks, “You’re unusually chipper considering how early it is right now. Is that brandy in your cup?”

Placing a hand to his chest, Crewel leans back in a perfect impression of innocent shock and cries out, “My dear friend! How could you ever accuse me of such a thing? I’ll have you know, I am a consummate professional!” Stepping closer towards Ingrid, he drops his voice and asks, “Why do you ask? Did you want some?” Crewel holds up his thermos and shakes it enticingly.

Glancing down at the black and white thermos, Ingrid considers the offer for a moment. Ultimately though, she decides against it and shakes her head. “I really need to focus on filling out this form. Crowley asked me to submit it by the end of the day.” Tucking a strand of bright red hair behind her ear, she mutters to herself, “Not to mention, if I was going to day-drink, I would need something with way less sugar. I don’t need the empty calories from brandy.”

Crewel raises his eyebrows and repeats, “Empty calories?” His gaze lands on the table and he notices the salad in front of Ingrid. Lazily gesturing towards the bowl, he remarks, “Ah! That explains the rabbit food. Are you dieting again?”

Glaring at her fellow professor, Ingrid almost growls with frustration, “Do you even hear yourself? You sound like one of those meat-obsessed Savanaclaw boys.” She picks up her fork and aggressively waves a leafy green in Crewel’s face as she says, “It’s a vegetable, Divus. You and the rest of the boys at this school could really stand to eat more of them.”

Waving one hand dismissively, Crewel shoos Ingrid’s fork away from his face. With a small smirk on his face, he shakes his head, “None for me, thank you~! I’ve already had my lunch.”

Ingrid sniffs disapprovingly and asks, “Oh yeah? And what did you eat today?” She sniffs again, “Because based on the atrocious mix of cologne you’re wearing, it smells like you had at least three different male faculty members.”

Crewel frowns slightly and then turns his face towards one shoulder to discreetly smell it. After taking in a few deep breaths, he glances at Ingrid sullenly and then turns away from her with a little huff. “A gentleman is entitled to a few secrets,” he mutters.

Slamming one hand down on the table, Ingrid yells, “I see no gentleman in this room!” Shoving the salad fork in his face once more, she shouts in a voice that betrays her crippling need for gossip, “Tell me! Tell me who you hooked up with today, Divus! Either tell me or eat this kale!!”

Turning his head swiftly from side to side, Crewel attempts to evade the attacking salad and cries out, “I will do no such thing! I didn’t even hookup with anyone, it was just some heavy petting!”

“Aha!! So you admit that something happened!” Ingrid shouts triumphantly, an almost crazed gleam in her eyes. She grabs Crewel’s arm and doubles her efforts to force the truth from him via salad fork.

The break room door suddenly swings open and the two professors look up from their struggle towards the figure in the doorway. Professor Hui-Yan, holding a small box wrapped in red cloth, steps into the room and then stares wordlessly at the pair for a moment. Ingrid and Crewel exchange sheepish glances in the heavy silence.

Raising an eyebrow, Hui-Yan finally asks, “Professor Oster. Why are you putting salad leaves in Professor Crewel’s hair?”

After releasing Crewel’s arm, Ingrid drops her fork back in the bowl and forces out a polite laugh, “Nothing to worry about, dearie. I’m just being a good friend and sharing my lunch.”

Glancing at the salad on the table, Hui-Yan remarks, “Is that all you’re eating for lunch? Eating only leafy greens is no way to maintain fighting form. You should really have at least a little protein.”

Ingrid rolls her eyes and asks, “Fighting form? Who am I even fighting?” Behind her, taking another long sip from his teacup, Crewel wordlessly raises his hand.

Ignoring Ingrid’s sarcastic line of questioning, Hui-Yan unwraps the cloth wrapped bundle in her hands. Revealing it to be a wooden bento box, she removes the lid and takes out a pair of chopsticks. Showing the contents to Ingrid, Hui-Yan says, “Here. Please have some of my shrimp shumai.” Using the chopsticks, she picks up a dumpling and holds it up towards Ingrid’s face.

Staring skeptically at the offered food, Ingrid asks, “Why are you trying to hand feed me?”

Hui-Yan politely smiles and answers, “I assumed you do not know how to use chopsticks.”

“Hmmm… An accurate assumption,” Ingrid mutters quietly. Opening her mouth, she hesitantly accepts the shumai hovering in front of her face. Chewing the food with a thoughtful expression, Ingrid swallows and then stares at Hui-Yan for moment. With a slightly defeated looking frown, she whispers, “Damn. That was the most delicious dumpling I’ve ever had.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst writing #twst imagines #twst fanfic #twst staff #divus crewel #oc: ingrid oster #oc: hui-yan #bun-lapin écrit #bun oc

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sasukimimochi · 1 year ago

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Hello everyone! Happy Holidays ヾ(•ω•`)o ❤ I drew an icon for the winter so I wanted to share it with you guys! I also included my first attempts haha, I hope you guys enjoy your end-of year!

I'll include some wips under the read more line for design stuff i've been working on for Ghost of Mine and The Wild Plum Tree! It's a lot, but don't get too attached to any of it since i'm very much still figuring out what i want to keep. Hope you guys like em though! Happy holidays again!! (ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ👻🐇💖✨

Check out my other MDZS stuff here! ❤

So as you all know I've been working on designs for GOM & TWPT and these are what I've gotten done! This first one is a wip of my youth WWX. Some of you that read my fic and see the messages i leave sometimes might have seen it before!

Then the biggest feat I've been trying to get is figuring out my preferred design for Jiang Cheng. I'm pretty satisfied with the progress, but he's still quite difficult for me so only the last one really started to get in the territory i wanted was the last one. I still need to balance this though as its leaning too far into my preferences i think and not enough into the typical style of JC.

So to start, there's the different hair styles i was looking at. I was also experimenting with his body type and the scars, cuz idk exactly how many scars he has, I haven't looked it up（；´д｀）ゞ

Then one of his outfits (for nicer days, not a typical outfit for him). Then another attempt at his typical outfit, which was more towards what I wanted (kind of like the mobile game outfit!) but not quite there.

Then I went back to trying to design his face and eyes again, getting much closer to what I wanted! I still need to adjust it, but this is the closest so far. To get that dark-eyed cat-like look, I decided to sketch his eyes black unless rendering from now on, cuz it brings that look that I want.

Now we move on to Zhu Xiaoyi and Zhu Hui/Xu Shi. They're mdzs OC characters i'm using as extras in TWPT and may also show up in GOM from time to time. Their designs aren't fully fleshed out yet but Adult Xiaoyi is my baby at this point honestly.

That's all for now!! I hope you guys enjoy your holidays v w v ❤👻🐇

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wei wuxian #wei ying #wwx #sketches #sketch #jiang cheng #mdzs oc #mdzs art #mdzs fanart #mxtx mdzs #modern wwx #(the avatar is modern wwx)#sobo wwx

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brat-pack-it-up-boys · 5 months ago

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How I see "The Outsiders + That Was Then This Is Now" characters

Part 2: that was then this is now + shepards

(note. This how I see them during the outsiders book timeline specifically so they’d be younger than in TWTTIN)

Tim Shepard - Robert Rustle

• i don’t know he played Tim in the 1990 show so he’s just kinda stuck in my head

• his ass is not related to his siblings

• tan skin

• long ugly white scar on the side of his face either from Dallas or his dad

Curly Shepard - Shaver Ross

• his head is shaved from reformatory

• really sharp canines like a dog

• one of those people with a really sweet looking kiddish face

Angela Shepard - Erica Gimpel

• She has longer hair, to her upper back at least

• like curly she has a really innocent looking face

• tall for her age

Cathy Carlson - Tricia Joe

• I don't care what the movie says. she is not white

• spends at least an hour a day curling her hair

• dark grey colorless eyes

m&m Carlson - Ke Huy Quan

• a little older maybe

• that’s all though, he’s literally just M&M to me

Bryon Douglas - Cody McMains

• vitiligo on his face, hands, and arms

• dark brown eyes

• darker almost black brunette hair

Mark Jennings - Corey Heim

• blond hair and golden eyes

• one tooth capped silver

• the same hair style he has in the movies

#the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders 1990 #the outsiders musical #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders #that was then this is now #twttin #tim shepard #curly shepard #angela shepard #cathy carlson #m&m carlson #mark jennings #bryon douglas

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lqchanggu · 2 years ago

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#230603 #fansite: huinunaverse #with: hui #yeo one #yeo changgu #yeoone #changgu #hair: black

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mysticarts · 9 months ago

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《 Restaurant Investigation》 LMK OC ONESHOT PT 1

Yujin would be in her extravagant room, sitting in her red velvet chair. She looked at a poster on her desk, showing a picture of a fancy looking restaurant.

Yujin's door slowly opened to reveal her lady in waiting and nice, Hui ying. Hui Ying walked up to Yujin with a expression of concern plastered on her face.

"Auntie Yujin, are you okay?" Hui Ying asked, walking to the side of Yujin and putting her hand on Yujin's shoulder. "The maids said you've been staring at that restaurant poster for a while"

Yujin would snap out of her state, showing Hui Ying a small smile. "Oh, I'm fine Hui, it's just I have an odd feeling about this restaurant..." Yujin explained.

Hui Ying would grad the poster and look at it. "Oh, this restaurant! I'm pretty sure you met the owner of this restaurant before, right? What was his name? .....Dong?"

Due to Yujin being the emepress of Arcadia, she had too meet many people who own companies before those companies open up their products in the city Yujin ruled. Dong was one of those many people.

"You are correct." Yujin replied, pinching Hui Ying's cheek gently. "I just have about feeling about that man. Yet I can't look into it due to all of my paperwork....." Yujin glanced at the neatly stacked piles of paperwork on her desk.

Hui Ying hesitated, thinking for a while before taking Yujin's hands into her own. "Then me, Tai and Shuimu can look into it! If the restaurant just opened, we can all easily walk in there without being noticed."

Yujin seemed suprised before letting out a chuckle. "I'd really appreciate it, dearie. You're the best neice ever" Yujin replied, hugging Hui Ying. "However, if you, Tai and Shuimu are going to a restaurant opening, you're not going to be wearing a tank top and bell bottoms..."

♤♤♤

The night sky was brightened by the blue and golden lights radiating off the new and improved restaurant. Many people with fancy dresses and suits where there, waiting for the doors too open.

Amoung the sea of rich like people in the crowd, stood Hui Ying, Shuimu and Tai. Hui Ying was wearing a dark blue dress with ruffles on the end. Tai was wearing a white suite with moon themed jewelry on him and his glasses. Meanwhile, Shuimu was the most flashy, wearing a red suit with dark red wave designs on the pants, along with a Dark blue cape. Not to mention the black sunglasses Shuimu always kept.

"Shuimu, you look stunning, but don't you think I went a little....overboard?" Hui Ying questioned playfully with a small smile as she played with her hair nervously.

"Please, everyday is a runway. And I plan to walk down it with the best outfits" Shuimu answered, putting on her black sunglasses before walking over to Hui Ying and started to braid her hair.

"You did give Shuimu free access to Yujin's wardrobe, what did you expect?" Tai commented, making Hui Ying and Shuimu burst into laughter.

When Shuimu finished putting Hui Ying's hair into a braid, the noise of the crowd enhanced. The doors finally opened, and everyone was rushing inside like a flood. Hui Ying quickly adjusted her glasses before the trio entered the restaurant.

The restaurant looked more like a ballroom, as there was several floors, a chandelier made out of different kinds of crystals, making the whole room filled with different kinds of colors. Many people talked happily at their assigned seats as people played classical music. Some people where even dancing in the center.

Hui Ying's eyes where basically stars when she saw the environment of the restaurant, looking around in wonder. Shuimu and Tai however, had their gaurds up. Which was odd considering how much Shuimu loved shiny things and Tai loving classical music.

"This is place is amazing!" Hui Ying cheered as she spinned around happily. Tai quickly stopped Hui Ying spinning before she could crash into someone.

"Why, I'm glad you like it.." a smooth voice stated, catching Hui Ying, Shuimu and Tai's attention. Tai and Shuimu's heads snapped, looking at the person.

It was a man wearing a black suit, his white hair was tied up in a proper ponytail. However, his eyes seemed filled with bad intent. "I heard you where all sent by Emperess Yujin, I'm Dong. I'm the owner of this restaurant"

"I'm Tai" Tai replied, shaking Dong's hand politely. However Hui Ying could tell his polite tone was definitely forced.

"Shuimu" Shuimu stated, glaring at him through her sunglasses. She didn't even offer her hand out to shake. Shuimu wasn't the girl who hated someone immediately, it was odd to see her this hostile.

Hui Ying picked up her skirt a little and then did a curtsy. "I'm Hui Ying, it's nice to meet you!" Hui Ying greeted with her usual bright smile.

Dong smiled as he looked down at Hui Ying. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Hui Ying" Dong took Hui Ying's hand and kissed it.

Hui Ying's bright look immediately diminished when Dong did that specific gesture. Hui Ying finally noticed how....horrid Dong's Aura was. Dong's arua was seething with cruelty to the point it almost terrified her. Hui Ying quickly removed her hand from Dong's holding it.

Dong's expression darkened a little bit, before it quickly went back to his normal calm persona. "Well, I hope you enjoy the food, my chefs have prepared it very well!" Dong commented before walking away.

Shuimu, Tai and Hui Ying stayed there, with Hui Ying in complete shock. Hui Ying was snapped out of her trance by Tai's hand on her shoulder.

"Your Aura reading kicked in pretty late, huh?" Tai said as Hui Ying looked at him. Aura reading was a ability from Tai and Hui Ying's side of the family where they could possibly see people's intentions.

Hui Ying nodded in reply as Shuimu wrapped her in a comforting hug. "I can smell the cheap disguise off of him, that man is not a human" Shuimu commented.

"You mean you actually sensed demon energy from him?" Tai questioned looking at Shuimu in suprise.

"You'd think I'd lie?" Shuimu retored, causing Hui Ying to laugh a little.

"Well, I say we better head back home, I don't wanna be here much longer..." Hui Ying commented, which Tai and Shuimu agreed. The three then walked out of the restaurant, making their way home.

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Tai would be in his room, researching some ancient technology as Shuimu sat in his bean bag chair nearby. Shuimu tended to spend the night at the Yujin's castle, the place Hui Ying and Tai where currently residing in.

"So you said that Dong's aura had a purple like Aura to it?" Shuimu questioned as she ate from another bag of chips.

"Yeah, weird as hell. It felt almost familiar to be honest." Tai answered, taking a break from inventing and sitting down in the bean bag chair besides Shuimu.

"His eyes where sharp, filled with ambition. Kind of like a wolfs....." Tai noted before trailing off, slowly realizing something as he quickly stood up and rushed over to a chest in the corner of his room.

"Whoa there, what are you doing?" Shuimu asked, looking at Tai in confusion.

"Finding information." Tai replied, rummaging through his chest, pulling a variety of random things out.

"About who?" Shuimu shot back.

Tai quickly pulled out a family photo book and pulled out a picture of his and Hui's dad with a man who looked similar to Dong. White hair, and same stair. However, the man was wearing Celestial clothes and had purple eyes.

"Kui Mulang"

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FINALLY FINISHED, WHOOPP

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