#Designed bleached flannel shirts

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

Yellowstone Distressed Flannel Shirt

One-of-a-kind distressed "Yellowstone" flannel shirt. No two shirts will ever be exactly alike so please aware and embrace the differences. All shirts are carefully curated, hand-dyed, and re-purposed so that each shirt is going to be different from the next in terms of color and plaid print.

CONDITION: All of our flannel shirts are brand new and washed twice.

No two shirts will ever be exactly alike so please aware and embrace the differences. All shirts are carefully curated, hand-dyed, and re-purposed so that each shirt is going to be different from the next in terms of color and plaid print.

SIZING: These shirts vary, many are unisex and come in men's sizing. They can be worn by both men & women. Ordering your normal t-shirt size is recommended for a regular fit. Going 1 size up works well for a baggy/oversized fit. Women's or Children's Specific sizing will be noted on the photo/variation options selected.

FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.  This long sleeve flannel shirt offers a collar, button front closure, long sleeves with button cuffs, two (2) button flap chest pockets and reinforced seams with a supper soft finish.

All items are created or designed by Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations. We also print and heat press our items using our professional, commercial grade heat press! Each design is made with High Quality, Heat Transfer Vinyl.

COLORS: Each flannel is unique, and no two shirts are going to look exactly alike. Colors are sent at random. Because the colors often change throughout the bleaching process, I cannot take specific color requests for these shirts.

WEDDINGS: We do take custom orders for weddings! If you are interested in ordering a large group of shirts, please message me directly to set up a custom order. It is recommended that wedding orders be placed at least 2 months in advance so that we have enough time to create, ship, and exchange any shirts that do not fit.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Air dry is recommended.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

Thank you for visiting Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations, we truly appreciate your support of small businesses. We also personalize our products, please reach out to us with any personalizing any of our products, additional fee's may apply.

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One-of-a-kind distressed "Yellowstone" flannel shirt. No two shirts will ever be exactly alike so please aware and embrace the differences. All shirts are carefully curated, hand-dyed, and re-purposed so that each shirt is going to be different from the next in terms of color and plaid print.

SIZING: These shirts vary, many are unisex and come in men's sizing. They can be worn by both men & women. Ordering your normal t-shirt size is recommended for a regular fit. Going 1 size up works well for a baggy/oversized fit. Women's or Children's Specific sizing will be noted on the photo/variation options selected.

FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.

COLORS: Each flannel is unique, and no two shirts are going to look exactly alike. Colors are sent at random. Because the colors often change throughout the bleaching process, I cannot take specific color requests for these shirts.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Air dry is recommended.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

Current Turnaround Time due to upcoming Holidays - 1-5 Business Days. While we always use priority shipping options, once shipped we cannot guarantee delivery due to the backlog current being experienced USPS/UPS/FedEx. If you have a strict deadline, please message me when ordering so that I can note any rush requests. Ownership of packages turned over to USPS transfers to the Buyer. We are not responsible for lost, held, damaged packages or delayed packages, once your package(s) leaves our Shop it is completely out of our control. Thank you for understanding!

Thank you for visiting Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations, we truly appreciate your support of small businesses. We also personalize our products, please reach out to us with any personalizing any of our products, additional fee's may apply.

Please visit www.grannygrandpascustomcreations.com to view more products.

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[fredwkong]

Gateway Drug: Luxury

You frowned at the little box of cigars your boyfriend had given you. “Try them, I promise they’ll change your whole perspective!” he’d said, nearly forcing them into your grasp.

He had decided to take you on a date to the opera for your six month anniversary. Sure, it was perfect for him, he came from a wealthy family and had the right clothes and the right etiquette for all of that. It had been a nightmare for you, showing up in your nicest business casual to sit through four hours of torturous high-pitched screaming. Fuck Wagner.

And then he had had the gall to give you cigars as your gift. You didn’t even smoke! But he had absolutely insisted, and now here you were. With a box of cigars on your dining room table, imported from some Latin American country where the workers were probably paid slave wages.

Well, at least they were free. You could just… keep them for a few days and then surreptitiously throw them away.

The next morning, there was a strange smell hanging in the air when you came out of your room. It was sharp and enticing, and just a little bit bitter. You found yourself craving to taste it as you explored the house, trying to find where it was coming from. Finally, you found yourself looking at the package of cigars on your dining room table. That must be where the scent was coming from.

It couldn’t hurt to try one, right? Your boyfriend did give them to you as a gift. Even though he could be a bit of a snob, you loved him dearly and he usually had your best interests at heart.

You dug up a lighter from the kitchen drawers and looked up a Wikihow article for lighting a cigar. It took a few tries, but you eventually got one trimmed, releasing even more of that rich, sensual smell. Chubbing up a bit in your loose pyjama shorts, you lit the cigar and took a drag on it.

Instantly, you were in love. You would need to thank your boyfriend for putting you onto this. You breathed out a cloud of thick smoke, enjoying the sensation as it filled your nostrils. The smell permeated your skin, and a tan rushed over your face, which slowly reshaped into a rougher, more masculine look. You ran a hand over your bleached buzz cut as you took another drag off the cigar. Yeah, it cost a few hundred dollars a month to maintain, but it was worth it to have that hard-edged look you were going for.

The clouds of smoke you breathed out rushed down your body, enriching your natural smell with the tang of cigar smoke as your muscles bulked up a bit. Nothing too extreme, just enough to show that you paid a good personal trainer and nutritionist to take care of your body. Tattoos also swirled over your darkening skin, beginning just below your jaw—why would you mess with such a perfect face?—and continuing on every inch of your body.

You grinned to yourself as you finished the first half of the cigar. Your boyfriend knew you so well. Sure, you bought yourself these cigars all the time, but it was nice to get something for free once in a while. Trust fund babies like you and your boyfriend were supposed to live it up while making other people pay for it as much as possible.

The thick clouds of smoke you were breathing out nearly obscured your body, they became so thick around your torso and legs. They thickened and transformed your flannel shorts and threadbare shirt into distressed designer jeans and a tailored T-shirt, both so heavily impregnated with the stench of cigar smoke that no amount of washing would get rid of the smell. Not that you washed your clothes that much, enjoying the rich scent of smoke, semen, and BO that you could build up on your body.

You finished off the first cigar and looked around. You knew this was your apartment, but suddenly it looked so… dingy and worthless. Was this how your boyfriend had felt every time he stayed over? There wasn’t even a pool table. It definitely wasn’t up to your standard. You looked longingly at the second cigar, but your bladder needed emptying first.

As you pissed, you looked disparagingly around the little bathroom you’d loved for years. All the thrifted or homemade decor was so tacky, old, and worthless. You deserved all new custom made items. And who needed deodorant or cologne? Between your body and your cigars, you had all the cologne you would ever need. You couldn’t wait to replace this whole place. It would be a pleasure to trash all of it.

The thought had your big Latino cock chubbing up. You decided not to tuck it back into your jeans, and just let it hang out as you headed back to the kitchen. You knew your old self would have been mortified to be showing off his hard on like this with the curtains open, but why not give the neighbours a show? It wasn’t like they could even afford the chain on your belt.

You grabbed your gold-plated phone off the counter. Your previous texts to your boyfriend were a servile, limp-dicked good night exchange full of emoticons. God, you had been such a little bitch. You texted your boyfriend: “Tried your cigars. Come get bred.”

He replied an instant later: “Yes, sir ;)”

You gave your phone a feral grin. So he’d known what the cigars would do, then? Or maybe his memories were changing too. It didn’t matter, you’d thank him all the same. Your dick jumped at the thought.

Idly stroking your hard-on, you grabbed the second cigar. You trimmed it with a confident hand and held it in your mouth to light it. This time, you prowled your apartment, blowing smoke at furniture and fixtures you couldn’t wait to get rid of.

It seemed to work. The smoke cloud obscured your cheap TV surrounded by old game consoles, and when it dissipated there was a state of the art entertainment theatre with a pristine PlayStation in its place. Of course, all a guy like you played was FIFA and Need for Speed. Your threadbare lounging chair was replaced with a premium leather armchair, the smell of smoke and sweat billowing off of it.

The apartment seemed to become bigger, though your memories of whatever shitty little shoebox it had been got hazier as you roamed. You found yourself in the expansive master bedroom, and laid down on the silk sheets to finish your cigar. You kicked off your loafers and sniffed your sweaty unwashed socks. There was a crystal ashtray next to the bed, but you grinned as you tapped ashes onto the bedspread. Cleaning was what you paid the staff to do, after all.

You were just finishing your cigar and contemplating practicing some pool shots in the adjoining entertainment room when the doorman sent you a notification. Your boyfriend was standing in the foyer, looking nervously around at the sleek, masculine decor of your mansion. As you watched the video feed, he wrinkled his nose at the smell of cigars and unwashed Latino musk that you made sure permeated the whole building. What a little bitch, you thought. He’d made you like this, so he could at least show some appreciation.

You buzzed the doorman to let your boyfriend up to your rooms. You fondled your big dick and balls hanging out of your pants as you thought about what you would do to him. There was still one cigar left, after all, and you could do with a rich, cigar-smoking bitch boy to dominate.

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

a return to the monsters and mommies au designs, this time properly lined and in color! :D posted in the middle of the night just like last time though because i have problems <3 there are some small changes to these designs, but for the most part i was pretty happy with them so this was mostly just to give myself a color reference for them all lol

gonna ramble about small decisions i made below the cut, but its not necessary at all to understanding the designs! just wanna dump my thoughts somewhere :P

for the most part, the kids' designs are the same as i do them for normal canon, but there are some small differences. i've never really done a proper reference for their kid designs either though, so i guess no one would even notice LOL

freeman family: well, firstly - nick's last name is freeman in this au LOL but its easier to refer to him as nick close so people know who i mean as opposed to nicholas foster. usually, i draw nick close with blue hair (i think he goes through a range of colors, but blue is my default), but i do this because he does it to honor morgan. since she is alive here, instead, his default is pink because thats his favorite color to dye it! morgan and nick both have various bead jewelry because i like to have the headcanon that morgan is really into pony bead jewelry; this is also why all of my nick and nicholas designs have the same trans pride necklace, morgan made it for him :] both nick and morgan wear glenn's old clothes, both of them are wearing his shirts in this piece. aaand morgan has subtle heterochromia as a reference to the split timeline! she always has it, it doesnt just magically happen or anything, but its just a small nod to that.

wilson family: its real important to me that grant got his dad's exact coloration except for his gray eyes, which are all carol. why is this important? i dunno! its just interesting to me. also, carol doesnt usually leave her top buttons undone, but upon entering the forgotten realms, she unbuttons it because otherwise her shirt will pop open while she's doing things (to be honest, as a person with a larger chest myself, her shirt probably still pops open but it does help-!). usually i draw grant with a gay pride necklace, but since he doesnt come out pre-forgotten realms in this au, i tragically had to drop it. i miss my rainbow grant. please come home, baby.

oak-garcia family: i always forget to do mercedes's tattoos in my sketches because tbh i never know exactly what to give her. but! but. this time i just went for it. these tattoos arent necessarily set in stone, but i think theyre cute. the tattoo hidden by her skirt is an oak leaf for henry :] her gem necklace is also the same color as his eyes! her skirt is supposed to be, like, tie-dye or maybe more bleach washed, but i dunno how to draw that so whatever. the twins are, like, 100% the same as usual, i just gave sparrow a pink bead necklace instead of the multi-colored necklace i use for my default canon design lol. also, i think i drew the twins slightly too tall here, which is funny because theyre the only ones who are notably shorter than their mom HDFJKGHK

stampler family: i struggled a lot with what colors to give samantha, because i wanted her to have a bright color palette but not anything garish or patterned. originally she was gonna have a white shirt, but then i realized that would make it so all the moms had white shirts and i just couldn't have that LOL so i ended up landing on red for her! it matches with terry junior, so i thought that'd be cute :] terry's design is probably the most different from my default for him? which still isn't a lot but i swapped his dark blue flannel for a black undershirt instead. i cannot explain why i did this. it just felt right in the moment. i gave him a sweet revenge shirt instead of the usual black parade shirt i give him because... well. if you know, you know. and finally, terry gets a little concert admission bracelet!! i always do that, but i just wanted to point it out because i think continuing to wear an admission bracelet for ages after a concert is a very teen thing to do. i always felt so cool doing that in high school hehe

[verdemoun]

hi im back on my "overlooked things" bullshit

the gang and clothes. oh god that must've been chaotic. What the fuck do you mean you don't have to wear a union suit. What do you mean you??? Just??? Get to dress however you want??? Hello whY IS THERE SO MANY WOMEN WEARING PANTS WOW???

Comfort clothes. Kieran and clothes was already mentioned once, but I'm thinking about others. Some stick to their style, probably. I see Hosea as such a guy. John is living out his emo dreams /j

Charles, his newfound hobby of (insert vague gesture here) you know, and special clothes for this sort of thing. And protection. Good gloves, goggles, all that. Mate's in heaven. You cant tell me otherwise.

The first shopping trip is a fucking journey every time a new person appears. The availability. Prices. The materials. PRINTS. (I work with prints on fabric and lemme tell you. That shit is wild even for me. Let alone 1899 people.) The vast amount of styles and all that.

And, dumbass designs of course. The weird ones you can get from AliExpress or whatever and it's a fucking trip every time. As much as I wanna say it's Sean who discovers those first, I'd say it's Arthur. My guy wasn't too quick to learn tech and stuff so he saw a nice tshirt for a low price, ordered it, and he didn't look at it what was written.

His 1899 mindset of "i have it therefore it cannot be thrown away i can't afford more" wins out and he keeps it. You can't tell me otherwise.

welcome back always get the happiest hand flapping stim getting to long asks

absolutely assuming every woman who wears pants is a lesbian for the longest time

wearing pajamas for the first time. clothes being so plentiful they have a designated for sleep. and sleepwear being so much more comfortable than a union suit or ye olde undergarments the first time most of them wear flannel is a life changing experience.

bessie accidentally bought hosea clothes whenever she saw something she thought her husband would like it was her way of coping with him being gone for so long. he is rocking the brown loafers looks like he owns a yacht the beige pants but also coziest old man sweaters

john and arthur both just wear slightly modernized versions of their regular clothes they are dorks. john has the black leather bikie jacket with stupid fashion belts and buckles he looks amazing like generic punk outfit

CHARLES bordering on hoarder with the gloves. guilty of buying gloves in different colors just because he likes the color even though he already has 3 pairs of the same glove. most of the time enjoying the comfort of looking like a southern dad with the plaid and jeans but also work pants with the extra knee padding and a dozen pockets a different tool in every pocket walking down the street need a screwdriver? tape measure? wrench? electrical tape? timber screws? always on hand.

lenny and sean are the temu fashion disasters. bird shirts floral prints galore. the technicolor because it's so new to them!! the most hideous busy patterns but somehow making it work

sean accidentally bought a blue lives matter shirt and lenny had to draw the line and explain sean no. he started wearing it inside out instead of throwing it out and attempted to bleach the crappy iron off

arthur is so self conscious and so convinced he is ugly he is hyperaware of not sticking out in modern era he went through plain shirt and unremarkable pants for months. guilty of having a hoodie he won't leave the house without until he eventually settles on just modern era gunslinger outfit. owns 4 versions of the same outfit because he has npc energy in modern era can fit every piece of clothing he owns in a backpack.

[tbtwo]

Three years ago I posted some very rushed scribbles on some alternative civvie fit designs and for a while now I’ve been itching to redo them, but to also take it a little step forward to general design tweaks detailed notes + reasoning for my choices under the readmore!

Scott Push his pilot aesthetic, or hell just make it obvious in the first place. Also push his visible age a little bit more, Scott being worn from raising his brothers is something that means the world to me.

A bomber jacket Jeff gave him for his 18th birthday.

Chinos or something similar, pants that actually fit him.

Simple work boots, OR Chelsea boots

Aviators that either sit on the top of his head or hooked in on his shirt

Not visible, but a fitness watch

Hair is more visibly greying, and he gets sideburns cause I said so.

Virgil My original redesign wanted to make his mechanic side more obvious, he probably still dresses like that alternatively, but I wanted something a bit more smart this time.

Dyes his hair, it's natural colour is brown, similar to TOS Virgil.

Light denim jacket over the flannel shirt.

Green cargo pants for the green cargo plane pilot.

Steel capped work boots

Not pictured, but wears beanie when it gets cold.

Dogtags don't have any sort of significance, just thought they were fun.

Chin scruff cause I think it's cute.

John I hate his canonical civvies, what were they thinking. I give him here business casual warm winter wear. I think he's used to the cold but just loves dressing with layers if he can. Turtlenecks and scarves.

Bleaches and dyes hair, his natural shade is blonde ala Gordon.

Big sweaters

Wears gaudy patterned pants

Dress shoes and loafers.

Other than that he's pretty simple, nothing flashy, but smart.

Gordon In my minds eye, Gordon is so much of a little rockstar surfer boy. As such, I want to ruffle him up, sand in his hair and the sun in his eyes.

Naturally that blonde, but hair is darkening and you can see it in his roots.

Shaggier, longer hair.

Just the worst tanlines ever, and of course the puka shell necklace.

The hawaiian shirt still present, but button downed and tucked into his pants, wears a light tanktop underneath.

Lots of bracelets and trinkets around the wrists.

Acid washed denim shorts, of course

Slip on sandals for lazy boy comfort

Alan I don't like canonical Alan's outfit, it feels so dated. So if we're gonna date him, I'm gonna go 90s delinquent, because he wants to Look Cool

Hair is natural, but will darken like Gordon's

Always wears two shirt layers, a long sleeve under a short sleeve.

If not the shirts, then a hoodie.

Baggy, baggy faded skater jeans.

Hightop sneaks, socks not visible but they're always unmatching, he's not gonna put in the time to find socks that match!

Generally, I'm trying to go for a 2010s meets Late 90s sort of energy, as I personaly think it's a fun way for the reboot to mix our current nostalgia with the sentiments of the original series's own mid century futurism pop culture mixer.

Though honestly, I think Scott just deserves a really cool jacket.

[therealraeweber]

Another close up, this time of the flannel shirt I customized! This was my second attempt at bleach painting (after the black tee) and I'm also super thrilled with how this turned out! I was really curious how the bleach would react to this fabric and how it would look on top of a pattern. I had seen a lot of people on Pinterest do bleach on flannel, but I didn’t expect it to work that well in reality. I did make the sword a bit thicker than I meant to, so it looks a bit more dagger-like now which was unintentional. I think my favourite detail for this shirt is the leaf design on the collar, which wraps to the front as well (which I also stole from a Pinterest post lol).

[vipwees]

Step into the Time Machine: Embracing the Fantasy of 80s and 90s Clothing 

Remember the days when fashion was all about neon colours, shoulder pads, and oversized graphic tees? Ah, the 80s and 90s—a time when the UK's fashion scene was an explosion of creativity and bold choices. Let's take a trip down memory lane and dive into the fantastic world of 80s and 90s clothing styles, with a particular focus on an iconic 80s or 90s t-shirt.

The 80s: Neon, Punk, and Power Dressing

The 80s were a decade of extremes, and nowhere was this more evident than in fashion. From the neon brights of New Wave and punk to the power dressing of the corporate world, the 80s offered something for everyone.

Neon Madness: The 80s were all about going bold with fluorescent colours. Think neon pink, electric blue, and highlighter yellow. If your t-shirt didn't scream, "I'm here to party," was it even an 80s t-shirt?

Band Tees and Punk: Music had a massive influence on 80s fashion, and band t-shirts were a staple. The Clash, Duran Duran, and Madonna—wearing their merch was a badge of honour.

Power Suits and Shoulder Pads: For the business crowd, power dressing was in. Picture sharp, oversized blazers with shoulder pads that could double as aeroplane wings. These were often paired with bold, printed t-shirts, making a statement even in the boardroom.

The 90s: Grunge, Hip-Hop, and DIY Cool

As we stepped into the 90s, the fashion landscape continued to evolve, with grunge and hip-hop taking centre stage.

Grunge Flannel: Thanks to bands like Nirvana and Pearl Jam, the grunge look was all the rage. Oversized flannel shirts layered over a 90s t-shirt, became a defining style.

Hip-Hop Swagger: Across the pond, hip-hop culture influenced UK fashion. Baggy jeans, oversized hoodies, and, of course, graphic tees featuring iconic logos like the Nike Swoosh were all the rage.

DIY Cool: The 90s were also a time of DIY fashion. DIY t-shirt designs were everywhere, with teenagers customising their tees with fabric paint, bleach, and markers.

Embracing the Nostalgia Today and Reliving the Fantasy

Fast forward to today, and the nostalgia for 80s and 90s clothing styles is stronger than ever. Vintage shops, online marketplaces, and even major fashion brands are reinterpreting these iconic looks. Finding that perfect 80s or 90s t-shirt to add a touch of nostalgia to your wardrobe is easier than ever.

The fashion of the 80s and 90s in the UK was a whirlwind of colours, styles, and movements. Whether you're a fan of the bold, neon 80s or the grunge and DIY spirit of the 90s, there's something in these decades' clothing styles that resonates with everyone. 

So, why not step into the time machine and embrace the fantasy of 80s and 90s fashion in your wardrobe today? It's a fun and nostalgic way to make a style statement that's uniquely you. Visit Vipwees, the best online store to buy these fantasy t-shirts in the UK. 

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[ravendarkwood]

Okay I'm just going to gush about my design headcanons for the eggs! Sorry if this gets long, I simply have a lot of thoughts. Part of my design ideas were base them less on dragons and more on what kind of dragon they wanted to be + one (or sometimes more) of their parents. I shall be going in my height order headcanons. Under the read more because this is going to get very long. Some have way more detail than others.

Chayanne: So canonically Chayanne wants to be a water dragon when he hatches, so you know the typical gills, webbed hands and feet, scales at different parts of his body, the works, and a lot of these elements in yellow (I really love the signature colors things from the signs) specifically based off of this fish (warning for dead fish in pics, but it's just a fish that ombres from like a peach to a yellow) and a yellowtail snapper. He also has wings, specifically wings from a sinaloa crow, but they're too small for him to fly just yet. Looks about ten-ish.

As far as Chayanne's fashion goes, I've always imagined him as leaning more alt, specifically some light flavors of emo in his design. I've gone through a bunch of designs for Chayanne's clothes, and the current design is a yellow duck themed baggy hoodie (I think the floatie looks a bit hard to move in on human designs), a black shirt with a ribcage and hardcore heart design (maybe cropped at the waist with shorter sleeves? I need to draw it out), black and white striped arm warmers, torn up dark capris with a ton of autumn or Halloween themed patches, candy corn themed long socks or tights that you can see through the holes in the capris, and his boots from Saint Nickolas Day. He wears asymmetrical earrings, one being a Yin (from Yin and Yang) symbol.

Chayanne's skull mask is based off of day of the dead face paint, and very specifically this one description I found where the website said that face paint represents lost loved ones, which seeing as I found it no where else probably isn't true, but what a cool idea for a character like Chayanne. I imagine Chayanne's skull has painted on potato flowers around the eyes, a bouquet of a sunflower, a pink poppy, a cyan rose, and a red rose on his cheekbones, a crown across his forehead, and maybe some elements of Aztec water designs around the teeth idk how busy that'd be I'd have to draw it out.

Scar wise I imagine that Chayanne has some pretty heavy face scaring from the Nightmare that he covers up with the skull mask. I'm still debating whether his feathers are clipped or not from the Feds.

Coloring wise I think Chayanne and Tallulah look very similar, tanned skin with freckles, blue-green eyes, but Chayanne has long, blond and straight hair.

I swear not all of them are going to be that long, but Chayanne's just my favorite so I've put a lot of thought into him.

Tallulah: I'm struggling a bit with Tallulah still, specifically the nature elements, because Tallulah wants to be like a nature/flower dragon, and right now she just looks like an elf with flowers in her hair so I'm still developing that. The problem is that I'm squicked out by plants growing out of skin, so the struggle is there. She also has wings, specifically that of a Tamaulipas crow. She has long claws, but they're curved for digging purposes (Like this maybe?). She also looks about ten-ish.

Tallulah is similar to Chayanne in that she has some alt fashion leanings, but is more lightly grunge. She wears a magenta flannel over a blouse with a square neckline with marigold and poppy embroidery. The blouse has a bleach dyed design of the Radio Egg name and logo. She wears dark jeans tucked into her Saint Nickolas Day boots. Jewelry wise she wears asymmetrical earrings, one being a yang symbol, and she also wears a tattoo choker. She also has hearing aids, and I'm debating on her having one of those clips to attach them to her shirt? On one hand it's so cute and it makes sense if she's fighting all the time to make sure they don't fall off and get lost, on the other hand I just need to do more research into hearing aids.

Scar wise Tallulah has a scar across her neck from her first death, where I headcanon that Phil nearly decapitated her, and the tattoo choker she wears is to cover that scar.

This is also where I get my headcanon that Tallulah has very short hair. Like a couple of inches long at most, and that before her first death she had longer hair. The code monster grabbed her by her hair, Phil killing her cut through her hair and since then she's insisted on keeping it short, and even then she covers it with various hats.

Ramon: So I struggled with Ramon's design for a while, but I was actually mainly inspired by four things: Albino Pepito designs, fireflies, the character Audrey Rocio Ramirez from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, and his Meathead.

My Ramon is a albino black boy, for a couple of reasons. Mostly I was worried about colorism within fandom designs with regards to albino Pepito and dark skinned Richarlyson or Sunny designs (which I feel is an entirely different discussion not for right here but I was thinking about that with these designs, so hopefully I managed to avoid that somewhat?), but also white is Ramon's signature color so I wanted to play with that a bit. He looks about nine or eight-ish.

I don't think has said what kind of dragon he wants to be when he hatches, and I struggled for a while with what to make him, but it wasn't until I watched him lead a firefly over to Fit that inspiration struck: a poison dragon.

I'm imagining a Ramon with aposematism, glow in the dark or bright colored patterns on his skin, like how Monarch Butterflies is brightly colored to warn birds that it tastes bad. I'm still developing what other fantasy features I might give him, but I really like the poison/glow in the dark idea. I think it goes with Fit's apocalypse theming pretty well. I'm still thinking about what designs to go with, but right now I'm thinking about like a blue ringed octopus or various bugs I've seen.

Clothing wise I imagine Ramon wearing a muted red jumpsuit that he wears half off, like tying the sleeves around his waist? And under that wearing like a tank top. Tools strapped to his side, thick ass gloves, goggles on, just ready to work on create.

Accessories wise I do lean more towards the mustache being a print on a handkerchief that he wears over his mouth, but I'm still debating on that. What I do know is that he has dreadlocks, and either wears real flowers in his hair when he braids them and/or locs jewelry like this.

Dapper: I'm still working on Dapper, but he canonically wants to be a feathered serpent when he hatches, so I'm thinking of covering him in down feathers so he looks even more baby. He is the same height as Ramon and Leo, and looks about nine or eight-ish.

Clothing wise I'm leaning more fancy to match with the top hat, but just decked out in magical accessories. I'm still working on him. He might also have wings? Dunno, rotating him in my head going hmmmmm.

Leo: Leo is another one that I'm actively working on. I don't think Leo has said what kind of dragon she wants to be she hatches, but I went with a gemstone dragon for amethyst reasons + whatever Foolish is. I've headcanoned him as an Atlantean Golem of Undying, so I'm going with that for Leo's design as well, maybe also giving her some shark or other fish themes because of that, but I'm still working on her. I know that I want her to have a bunch of masks that she can switch to. She's the same height as Ramon and Dapper, and looks about nine-eight ish.

Pomme: Pomme wants to be a fairy dragon, so I decided to go very insect with her, specifically a Old World Swallowtail (specifically the dorsal side), and the parent that I decided to base her off of was Antoine, so she kind of ended up being inspired by Hornet from Hollow Knight? I'm imaging her with a cracked oval mask with red and blue paint smeared across the cheeks, her limbs that are black and very insect like, a beautiful dress inspired by art deco fashion, and she still has that cute apple beret. Age wise I imagine her as six? But like a tall six, so she's taller than Richas.

Richarlyson: Richas wants to be a water dragon! I've picked out like six fish to draw inspo from, specifically the Tosanoides aphrodite, Scarus zelindae, Noronha wrasse, Acanthurus tractus, Acanthurus coeruleus, and Dactylopterus volitans. Other than the fish elements, I'm thinking of making his curls more like Felp's curls? And besides that I think my Richarlyson design is close to the fandom design. I am also debating on making him a cat boy (kitten boy since he's baby?) too. I imagine him looking about seven-ish, but a short seven-ish.

Sunny: So Sunny might need to be changed a bit with recent lore, but long story short Sunny is a fire elemental, because she wants to be a fire dragon + I headcanoned Tubbo as an elemental but he might actually be a robot?

So Sunny design is like black skin like how lava cools into black rocks? She has freckles that look like those sparks that fires spit out, and her pigtails are just straight up lava that you get in lava lamps, just bright orange blobs that are actually moving and flowing.

Sunny's clothes I'm imaging it as poofy, but also Steampunk and Victorian inspired, maybe with costume wings? I'm also imagining her with a boa made out of fire. Age wise I imagine her as like, 3-ish.

Empanada: She's another one that I'm struggling with, because there's a couple of ways I want to take her? I'm imagining her as a demon, as a calico catgirl, just a full on antro cat. If she does end up being more human in design, I'm imagining her as tan and freckled, and part Korean, with pink and grey split colored hair.

Her clothes are something I'm struggling with. It's primarily Lolita style inspired, but I'm struggling with an actual theme? I did pick out like four cookies from each of her moms' cultures to base an outfit on, but I'm debating on whether to double down on the baking theme. I do think I've decided that her outfit isn't going to have a visible waist, to make her look baby. She looks about 3-ish too.

Pepito: I think I'm going with pink axolotl for Pepito for now because it's cute, but bunny Pepito is also something I've been thinking about. I do know that I want Pepito to have hearing aids and the thickest glasses you can see on a baby, and I want Pepito to have the darkest human skin tone out of the eggs. I've been imagining him in a red and white stripped onesie, and also about 3-ish.

Chunsik: New egg new egg! The most baby, I've been imagining him at like 2-ish years old? I know that I want him in a cyan hanbok, and I'm debating on more fantasy elements, though I am excited by the crocodile and space theming that his parents have been getting, that could be fun to play with.

I think that's everyone and everything? This turned out way longer than I thought oh boy.

I've been thinking about all the QSMP egg humanoid designs and how amazing the headcanons and little details for them are!

What's your favorite egg design headcanon? :>

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YIPPEE I GET TO SHARE!! its going under the cut cause its gonna be long :] gonna include descriptions of the three who do have refs cause its easier

thatcher - blue long sleeve button up, old tank top underneath to stay warm, thick brown winter coat with wool collar, brown trousers and brown boots, he still has his old uniform its just been demoted to just being a rag by now, his hair isnt bleached anymore but he did try and now its all frizzy and damaged and parts of it dont move in the wind anymore even though all the attempts are long gone cause he had to just cut off the melted parts that went lighter, his septum is pierced he just doesnt have anything to go in it, he has a number of scars from over the years but notable has one one his forehead and the back of his neck from outbreak day!

ruth - dark brown tank and a beige jacket over, dark blue bandana that gets used for everything but primarily sits around her neck, black trousers that stay tucked into her boots, she keeps her hair half up half down and its got loose curls, more scars on her than on thatcher and primarily on her hands, also like thatcher her ears are pierced its just she doesnt have earrings to go in them

adam - zip up black hoodie thats got the ends of the sleeves picked at until theyre just loose threads, brown fingerless gloves that are too big, equally too big red button up he says is enough to work as a coat, white tshirt underhear, on his right wrist is a lil bead bracelet with a rusty metal 'A' initial, mildly torn blue jeans and black converse, he has freckles cause if i ever make a adam design that doesnt have freckles its not me, hairs a bit of a rough chop but its only really noticable when its wet, has several small scars from being a rebellious kid who sneaks out where he shouldnt

jonah - shoulder length curly black hair, one of those sweater with those lil zips at the colour and its dark blue, thick green coat one of those that are loud when you move in them, beige hiking trousers and blue velcro shoes, he had a matching bead bracelet on his left wrist with a rusty metal 'J' attached, he also had a few scars from joining adam on his troublemaking

mark - zip up hoodie and a batman shirt underneath, blue jeans and red velcro sneakers, his hair longer than in canon and he had like a baby mullet when he died

cesar - long scars all over the left side of his body and face, curly hair kept in a short ponytail so its off his face, at least three thick layers of clothing at all times which usually include a thick black winter coat, a thinner red coat and a shirt, black jeans that hes sewn both back together and to have kneepads, steel toe boots that hes had to trade alot for, thick fireproof gloves

joel - wavy hair that he SHOULD tie back but wont even though its past his shoulder blades, a lot of fuzz on his face but not Technically a beard cause its not growing enough to count, single black left glove, old damaged body warmer, long sleeve thick woolen shirt, really dusty light blue jeans, grey sneakers, he has his glasses but the lenses are cracked

dave - rough chop mullet, he still has his mustache its jsut the rest is kinda growing in and he should probably shave soon, wears flannels still!! has a black leather jacket for when its cold but goes without it most the time, keeps his left sleeve rolled up so the fabric doesnt irritate the burns, lost most of his left hand to a explosion but still has his thumb, dark green trousers and black boots, had to forego the sunglasses sadly

sarah - hair cut to just under her ears, large number of scars from over the years, moles like mark and dave, keeps a shotgun on her person at all times, brown leather jacket, light green faded hoodie, light brown trousers and black boots, dark brown leather gloves

evelin - keeps her hair in a loose braid, one of those long sleeve shirts with thumb holes and its black, thin purple jacket over that and then a thick green woolen body warmer over that, black skinny jeans that are badly stained, black boots

o'brien - shoulder length blond hair and short beard, red thick coat over a red flannel and white shirt, really dark blue trousers, brown boots, light green eyes that look really tired

sid (six) - short and greasy black hair, his right side of his face is badly scarred from the gunshot that nearly killed him and took his eye, remaining eye is hazel, black tshirt, giant fuckign eyebags, damaged dark grey jeans, he has a black jacket but leaves it tied around his waist, heavy duty black boots

penelope (preacher) - really deep cheeks that make her look really really tired, long dark brown hair thats held back by a rag tied around her head, light desaturated purple short sleeve shirt, black trenchcoat, deep set grey doe eyes, grey trousers, black sneakers

gabriel - long grey hair kept in a ponytail, deep hypertrophic scars on his cheeks from a glasgow smile, his hands are the only other place scars can be seen on, dark blue eyes, black boots and black trousers that have seen better days with the stains on them, dirty and bloodstained grey button up, unnervingly clean white labcoat with only a few dirt stains near the bottom of it

have you come up w more stuff for your tlou au? ik youve been hyperfocussing a lot on ogtbh but i just wanted to ask 👀

ive been thinking about scenes mostly for it! nothing all that new BUT

in my head i do have everyones designs set in stone, i just dont have the energy to draw them rn yknow? i can share details if you like?

[writingmochi]

chapter vi. spirals

cast: grunge kid!yeonjun ✗ art student/painter!fem.reader

synopsis: you’re an out-of-place art student living in your childhood hometown, pursuing your dream of becoming a painter. one day, you were given a mysterious responsibility as you try to not get your childhood best friend killed

genre: coming of age, college/university au, childhood best friend au, supernatural au, angst, fluff, mature content (sensitive topics and explicit smut)

based on: video game life is strange (2013)

word count: 9852

taglist? closed

warning(s): suggestive, smoking (e-cigarette), mention of car accidents, mention of parental deaths (if i forgot some, let me know)

message from the moon: remember that this story is fiction. do be careful and read the warnings at the top as both the chapter and the series as a whole will contain serious and sensitive topics.

welcome back :D and thank you for waiting for two months for this after my break. this is an exposition galore of the series and i really didn't intend for the series to increase each word count for every chapter (it is almost 10k omg) but we're not in kansas anymore so that's my justification for the long ass wc lol hope you enjoy! (i almost forgot to tell that i have an ask my character that you can locate on the masterlist if you are interested in the world-building or some backstory)

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"soobin?"

you quietly exclaimed as you recognized the features of the face of the boy in front of you, similar to the one from the missing posters and the photo with yeonjun back in his room, now with black hair instead of the bleached slivery-blue color. the feeling of your eyes moving frantically on the boy's face as you brought his hands down made him chuckle, looking at your furrowing brows and messy clothes as you woke up a new you, literally and figuratively.

"yeah…?" he replied with a husky voice that trembles your eardrums as you didn't imagine such soft-looking features have a voice that deep, not that you asked yeonjun about it cause you never thought so. you let your eyes fall from his face to see how his clothing resembles yeonjun somehow. he uses a flannel shirt as an outer with a band logo t-shirt on the inside, his long legs covered in a ripped pair of jean pants with holes along his calves and thighs, some looking artificial but others natural. you let go of soobin's hands and put yours on your head, which is starting to feel heavy, taking a few strides to sit on your bed, rubbing your sweaty palm against your shorts-covered thighs.

"what's going on?" you heard soobin's voice and felt the mattress dip beneath you and slightly to your side—seeing the boy's leg pressed against yours as you could feel something caressing your back. you were glad that your hair covered your earlobe as it twitches when you know that the boy beside you is leaning his head towards yours, a brush of his hair slightly touches your cheek, making you gulp as you're finally able to think about what you’re going to say.

"i… uh… can you tell me who am i? our relationship? et cetera." you ramble as you try to not do eye contact with him. feeling his breath now farther than before, you took a glimpse at his retreating upper body from the corner of your eyes.

"that's… suspicious," he replied as what you figured was his hand that is caressing your back slowly falls down on the expanse of it before rising up and circling it around your shoulders, resting it on the side from where he sat.

"please... for my sake," you whisper quickly, head turning slightly towards soobin as he blinks and licks his lips, turning his head away from you to instead look around your room.

"you're (y/n), a fashion design major in haeyang, currently working and researching to make an environmentally-friendly clothing line." you see another hand of his crawling slowly to hold yours on your lap as you let in the words. he then glances back at you, "and, in my opinion, one of the hottest girls in the whole campus. all of them, no matter what gender or sexuality they are, want to be with you in some type of way, romantic, sexual, platonic, you name it, you got it." hearing soobin describe your alternate self feels like hearing a character of a movie because of how unreal it is to you. how straightforward he is to tell you the things he thought about your other self not knowing that it is not her that is sitting by his side.

"and i'm the only guy lucky enough to be with you, being your friend with benefits." soobin replies slyly as you see a smirk growing on his face. friends with benefits with soobin in an alternative timeline, that's… not what you expected you would be able to do before. instead of closure, your mind is now a swimming pool of questions as more start pouring in from the holes at the walls, overflowing the others out as you ask more.

"and, uh, how about you? can i ask what major you are or any of your current… thing that you're doing?" seeing a glimpse of soobin gnaw the inside of his mouth while he thinks, you can see how prominent his features are then the photos of him you last saw. his cheekbones more protrude while you can see a few creases on his forehead and around his eyes, remembering that yeonjun shared with you a few photos of him and soobin back when you hung out at the lake and that he indeed has a nice eye smile.

"design and visual communications major. also a tattoo artist," he replied with a short and concise answer. but wait…

tattoo artist? isn't your timeline's soobin also like tattoos? that can't be a coincidence, right?

"can you pull down your pants for me?" you said nonchalantly before realizing how ridiculous of a question you ask as you rub your face with your hands. you heard soobin's giggles beside you as he puts both his hands on your shoulder before shaking your body.

"i knew you want to suck me off-"

"that's not it…" you hold your hand up, stopping him mid-sentence. you awkwardly give a few light pats on his thigh with a tight lip smile, hearing him sigh as he opens the button and zipper of his jean pants, lifting the flaps so his bare thighs and boxers are visible. you immediately ignore the other things as you see a squiggly tattoo on one of his thighs. a set of curves rising above and beneath a straight line. a soundwave.

"your first tattoo." you thought as you didn't realize you spoke your thought. head lifted up from the tattoo, your eyes meet soobin's who has his head tilted with furrowed eyebrows.

soobin looks at you curiously, mouth opens as he seems to be trying to find the right words to say when he finally says, "how did you- you never ask about my tattoos before."

"yeonjun said that to me." you blurted out before letting your eyes go down again, seeing the right of his outer shirt fall down from his shoulder, making you able to see the sleeve of his t-shirt. that's when you notice a stem on his lower right arm from the many tattoos that decorate his. your hand slowly reaches out to open up the space more, seeing see his eyes squinted yet he follows your action from his eye line.

what you see is the same drawing as you see before in his room. a poppy that now turns into a tattoo inked on his arm, but you notice instead of it being red-colored like the one you saw, it is now yellow.

"you drew a red poppy before. it has the same design as this," you mumble out while you glance at him which makes soobin's eyebrows creases as his hand is pulled out from your touch.

"(y/n), you're creeping me out." soobin leans away from you as you see him biting his bottom lip. his pupils trembling under the daylight that's entering your room. you can't back out now. you have to know if what you think about is true or not. is he the soobin that yeonjun, maybe his alternate self, knows, or is he a different one?

"you're… you're choi soobin who was alone after his parents died and lived with his aunt and uncle. you moved to haeyang at high school when you met choi yeonjun. you two were best friends and you got interested in tattoos where you tatted yourself on your thigh." you point with an open palm to his thigh. "then you start to tattoo yeonjun. a few months after graduating from high school, you were never to be seen again." you gulp down your saliva after monologuing a summary of everything you knew about soobin of, what it seems to be, your timeline. a timeline where you are from.

you stood up from the bed and face soobin who looks at you stunned. "how did?" is what he said as he buckles up his pants again. all you can do is say the new information you just deduced by yourself.

"i'm not this timeline's y/n, your y/n. i'm from another timeline, my original timeline," you spoke out, making soobin lean both his hands behind him as he straightens his body, hearing him hiss as he tilts his head for a pretty long time.

"how would i know that?" soobin challenged you as you straighten your shoulders, feeling the goosebumps forming on your skin when you then replied.

"you gifted your house to yeonjun. you use to have blue hair while yeonjun has pink. your aunt and uncle died from drug-related things." you looked down at your hands, curling the fingers up as you move them slenderly. "and you lived in my previous home, which yeonjun told me he told you back then."

soobin's eyes are wide as it starts blinking rapidly. hearing him clap his hands startling you as you see his body is now forward, he starts to laugh as you furrowed your eyebrows while pouting your lips. "uhh…"

"you have- wow, it finally happened huh?" soobin stood up and walked from one side to the other as he runs his hands through his hair. feeling the panic that rises up within you, you caught up to get soobin to make him stand still, each of your hands on his arm as you see him grin while looking at you.

"what do you mean?" your voice pitch sounded weird as you questioned the boy in front of you that looks like he was being shocked with a birthday surprise. his eyes are now bigger as he also moves his hand to hold onto your arms, replicating yours.

"you have chronokinesis."

chronokinesis?

"sorry, that's the terms that we called them but you might not hear it from anyone back in your timeline. that's the term for the time manipulation you do." soobin immediately replies out an onslaught of information as he reads the confusion you exude with your expression.

"wait, 'we'? what do-" you felt his arms move up as his hands rested on both of your shoulders.

he bit his bottom lip before replying, "i had them too."

you let out the breath that you didn't realize you hold and you dropped hands from soobin's body, feeling it curls itself inside as you feel dizzy and sick from what you heard. soobin noticed and guides you back to sit on your, wait, this timeline's y/n's bed.

"how did you think i'm able to be here?" he teasingly asked as you cover your head with your arms and curled it to your knees.

"no, it's just- i don't think you meant 'we' as us…" you point using your thumb between the two of you. "i had some suspicions about you, you know…? but other than us, that's just…" you exhaled the air out of your lungs.

"absurd?" soobin complete as you nod your head. you rub the skin under your eyes as you lifted your head up to the boy that you know is the same as the boy that yeonjun told you about. making your head spin by how right and yet surprised you are. the idea of a group of people possessing the powers that you possessed was something that you can say, with your logic, makes sense. your powers must come from somewhere unless some mythical magic just chooses you out of anyone to suddenly have this.

you see soobin chuckle as he looks at you and puts out his hand for you to shake. "i don't think i know you, (y/n)." he said as you follow his chuckle and put your hand in his.

"well in my timeline, i'm an art student and painter. that's probably it." you bobbed your head following your hand that is in his, shaking it before a light bulb lit up in your head. "wait, h-how did you get here? to this timeline i mean?"

"the same as yours probably." soobin answered as he puts your hand on your curled knees. the same as yours? it is what he meant, is it?

"yeonjun's mom being alive?" your pitch rose at the end of the question. is that a constant for this timeline that differs it from yours?

"yeah, but not what you think. i didn't possess anyone's body other than my younger self. not like we can anyway." he quickly stammered to reply as your eyebrows folded. slowly letting your soles down on the cold-surface floor, soobin sees it and continues.

"i think you heard about yeonjun telling you about my parents' death." you nod a "yes" as he goes on, "there is a chain reaction between my parents' death and yeonjun's mom's death." and what he said never fathom in your head before, but when you knew, you now have a much clearer picture of what happened.

soobin told you that the driver that killed yeonjun's mom is the same as the one that killed his parents. research after research he conducted back in high school on public records of the incidents that he can make a clean connection, that the driver become a raging alcoholic after killing yeonjun's mom while drunk during their hit and run. it results in his parents' death along with theirs. you asked him how he save her when he told you that he was actually near the incident when yeonjun's mom died. at that time, he was visiting haeyang for a vacation and walking down the street with his dad. him possessing his young body, same as what you did, turns around and walks to where it happened to prevent it.

he saw what happened when he tried, how the crossing's light was turned to red as yeonjun's mom was walking past and a rushing car coming and seeing the green light first before the person. what he did was simple, he told you, that he only pressed the crosswalks button again so the system immediately switches it to green. as he cross the street with his dad, he can see the car approaching and going past in front of him but after yeonjun's mom has passed. he remembered his dad's curse to the driver before pulling him across the black and white stripes.

"but in my mind, i was smiling. happy that it worked. happy that my parents are now alive and well in the city that i lived in before enrolling here." soobin ended his monologue as you rub the bridge of your nose before gently patting his hand.

"then have you seen yeonjun?" your question got an immediate shake of his head from him. no, he hasn't.

you turn your head away as the main objective of what made you come here came back. you wanted to try to see how he is if his mom is alive. and now it can happen.

"i'm seeing him." you turn back toward soobin slightly as you see him nod his head before standing up.

"we can talk later. you did invite me to hang out 'cause you have no class today." soobin talks as he walked slowly towards your door.

"i'll try. if i can open this timeline's (y/n)’s phone." you and he laughs quietly as he opens the door and gives a small wave before closing. the determination in your blood flowing so much that you felt your limbs jittering. you are finally able to see what is going on the phone that is supposed to be yours as you walked to your closet, karin's chat notifications are left unread 2 minutes after it was sent.

karin &lt;3: babes? the take-out? karin &lt;3: fuck it karin <3: i'm coming over to your room in 5

oh no…

you open your closet to see the unfamiliar abundance of clothing styles you have only seen online and in the stores. skinny jeans, mini dresses, and see-through tops. your mind runs in overdrive as you scramble in your outfits for clothes that you are comfortable in when you grab a hoodie and sweatpants out and rushed to the small bathroom that is room right behind your bed like you last remembered. putting on a perfume that scent you didn't even know you like, you heard a knock on your door as you wipe your forehead after putting a small amount of makeup that you know from the different kinds you see on top of your cabinet beside your closet.

"(y/n)!" you heard the voice that dreads you sweetly calling you. the door of your room opens as you see karin walking in and steps to give you a hug, replying almost naturally by putting your hands on her back as your eyes widen. she pulled back as you see her—in your mind—very unsettling yet warm smile. patting and straightening your hoodie as your eyes are still wide.

"something comfy today, ay?" she looks up to your face and caresses your cheeks, making your body jerk back in surprise.

"yeah… wanted my body and skin to breath just for today, you know?" you lean forward while giving an awkward smile as you walk past her to the tote bag you found your other self have, silently thanking her as you pack your stuff. you heard karin hum behind you that making you turn around.

"or you don't want people to know your hickeys from soobin?" you see her eyebrows wiggle as your slowly turn your head towards her.

"wait? how do you kn-"

"didn't think i see him walking out of your building, huh? you naughty girl. come on, he's gonna come in half an hour." karin exclaimed as she walks out of your door and lean against your doorframe. you silently huffed as you put on the sneakers you pulled out before and went outside your room.

you now realized that your floor is now co-ed when you see boys walking in and out of your hallway, sneakily look at the room across from yours to see another student's name instead of minjeong before being dragged by karin. walking past the familiar hallway and staircases, you and karin walk on the stone path with your oversized outfit a contrast to her warm weather outfit. hearing karin talks about how excited you are with his boyfriend, which you now know is one of the basketball athletes and not mr. park that you learn she is obsessed with, you silently jumped as you enter the same passcode of your other phone and see it unlock. opening the messages, you scroll down the contacts to see no yeonjun, no minjeong, and no her-

"hey, watch it!" your body got thrown back as you looked up from the familiar tone of the voice. herin with a scowl on her face, clothing similar to what your timeline’s karin uses.

"he-herin, i'm so sor-"

"get out of my way!" she steps between you and karin as you heard the clacking heels on the stone in a similar vein as the last time you see it with karin. karin steps towards you and pulls you now to the off-campus area as you walk quietly, seeing the stores forming in front of your eyes. you felt a nudge on your arm later.

"you're being weird. you do remember that we don't talk to herin whatsoever, right?" karin asked as you walked the corner to a fast food chain restaurant. you remembered you owe her from the iou she has on you when she babbles about it on the way here.

you nod your head as you reply, "i have so many things going on in my head, sorry."

feeling karin caress your clothed arms, she steps to the cashier to order her food as you waited beside her. you let your eyes wander to the room to see a few people your age greeting you, some even give you a wink as you give them a tight-lip smile. what are you in this timeline? you are so confused as to how people can know you when you finally see the number notification on the same app you use for your art blog. opening the profile, you see an unrecognizable you in a photo of what seems to be a party, a picture of you, karin, elle, and yizhuo. a few clothes design pictures are also scattered throughout and more pictures of you with people you don't recognize. scrolling down, you see a photo of you and karin and what seems to be her boyfriend beside her with soobin standing beside you.

your hands felt buzzed before being brought back to karin who says the price as you open your wallet and pay. when you waited at the table with karin across from you, you scroll through your profile when you landed on a few photos of what you know are your middle and high school years. in those pictures, you took it with the same crowd you have and you look genuinely happy. seeing the end of the profile, you now know a side of you that can happen, but why does it seem like this timeline you forgot about yeonjun?

as the staff calls the number for karin’s order, you see her walk to it and back to you with a large smile and an enthusiastic “thank you!”. you find the moment to excuse yourself from karin as she has to prepare for her date, telling her you have 'errands' to do. you didn’t expect a peck on the cheek from her as you say your goodbyes, your mind racing inside you as you walked to the bus stop and ride it to the destination that awaits your answer to sets of questions.

-

breathing in and out on the sidewalk, you looked up at the building in front of you from your hands resting on your knees. a livelier version of the house you see in your timeline, noticing the exterior paint is just the newer and cleaner version of the one you remember from your childhood. the garage seems to be closed while a sedan rested in the carpool, a sedan you don't recognize before. you gulped down your saliva and pull your hoodie sleeves to create paws that cover your palms, slowly striding to the front door of the choi household.

you took a few breaths, helping yourself to handle your emotions better as you step onto the wooden porch of the front door. seeing a new color of cloth curtains on the window beside the door, you raise your hand to the button of the house's bell and gently press it, hearing a muffled version of the doorbell from your childhood since you can find yourself being here almost all the time playing inside. you waited, hands resting behind your back as your fingers played with each other. biting your lips from the thought that you might be arriving at an empty home or a wrong house, you look towards the garage as you see kids younger than you riding down the street together, their boisterous voice makes them sounds like they’re having a great time.

it is livelier here, you thought, unlike back where you came from.

hearing a creek of the door, your head turns towards it, and immediately your emotions are going into shambles from the familiar voice.

"(y/n)?" the voice sounded as you can clearly see the boy that is your childhood best friend greeting you from the door.

now with a different attire than the last time of him you see. middle parted hair painted in dark cyan near black, fitted and clean academia-style sweater, black jeans, and thin-rimmed glasses on his face. a completely different boy from the last time you see him that feels like an eternity even though you knew in your head that you just saw him yesterday, a different him.

"yeonjun…" you are able to speak without hearing your voice tremble as you see yeonjun's wide grin greet you before enveloping you in a hug. your hands immediately wrap themselves on his shoulder as you hid your head in the crook of his neck.

"i've missed you so much." his muffled words were voiced as you felt your tears starting to water around your eyes, still unbelievably unable to not go out.

"who is it, angel?" that's when your tears fell down your eyes as you pulled back and saw a figure behind yeonjun who was gently wiping your tears with his fingertips. he steps sideways to allow you to see the older yet familiar face. yeonjun's mom.

"oh… (y/n)." you see her putting her palms on her chest as you walk towards her, her arms open as you step inside and wrap your hands around her. feeling her hands caressing your back, you can't help but sob your heart out to see the woman with your eyes. you can't help but feel sorry for your timeline's yeonjun that you can meet his mom before him.

"how are you?" her voice is raspier than what you remember due to the age she accumulates. you pull back from her embrace as you wipe your tears away with your hoodie paws.

"i'm so, i'm so so sorry. i'm bawling in front of you two." you let out a hiccup as you felt yeonjun's hand on your shoulder before gently pushing you into the open front door of the house.

after putting your shoes by the front door, you admire the interior of the house that is much more bright and lived-in all over. the wall in the living room you remembered was full of photos from your childhood and empty in your timeline is now full of new sets of photos you haven't seen before. stepping closer, you can see the growth spurt this timeline's yeonjun has from the 10-year-old you last saw with your own eyes to now, medals adorning his neck in a few of the images with both his mom and dad right beside him. the same thing cannot be said to your timeline's yeonjun that have gone through so much to reach where he is now.

you felt something touching your shoulder as you peek to see that is yeonjun's, seeing his glasses resting neatly a little bit lower on the bridge of his nose makes him look hip and trendy, a style that resembles yours that you cannot fathom to see yeonjun wears knowing how your yeonjun is styled. you turn your body around when you heard your name being called by yeonjun's mom.

"water for you," she said while putting the cup on the counter. you notice how the interior got more of an upgrade than an overhaul as you now sit on the barstool that didn't exist before with yeonjun sitting beside you. rubbing your nails to the ends of your hoodie, you try to collect your thoughts on the new version of the boy from what you have.

"uh, how are you?" you start as you glance at him, hands slowly reaching for the cold water cup that has dew drops condensed from the temperature.

"great, you?" he turns his head towards you with a slight smirk forming. his hands move to be put on the counter.

"same," you replied as you think that no, you cannot be your own y/n for this interaction. you have to try to be this timeline's you who is more confident.

"how are your parents?" a sudden voice of the boy's mom called as she rummages the kitchen to let out a few snacks. you missed how warm she is to you, like how your mom also treats yeonjun. lightly biting your bottom lip, you got reminded of your yeonjun again who you want to share what his mom would look like sporting salt and pepper in her hair just like his dad.

"they're doing good," you reply, oblivious to what they're doing in this timeline. you hoped that they are alright knowing how much of a family unit you all are in your own timeline.

"heard that they divorced right after you move out to the city…" your eyes widen as you look at the water moving in the cup before tilting your head in concern before yeonjun's mom speaks again, "sorry for bringing that up. you look agitated."

"oh no no, that's okay, auntie. just didn't expect that." you give a small smile as you lift your cup, the smile turns sullen when recalling the news that in this timeline your parents are separated. you see your reflection on the glass cup as you can see how tired you are beneath the thick makeup from your photos in your phone gallery back on the bus. resembling a bit of your own face in your timeline from the eyebags of not having enough sleep because of sudden inspiration or homework.

the conversation went by with a blur as the questions forming in your head are one by one being answered. yeonjun is mostly being a quiet kid beside you, unlike the rowdy one you see day to day. you can see how this yeonjun is more like his mom, a bit preppy, quiet yet cheerful if being invited to join the conversation—unlike how your timeline’s yeonjun is more similar to his dad with his adventurous personality, making you wonder how his dad is in this particular line.

"how is uncle, if i may ask? is he still with his workshop or…"

"oh no, he's not. he's working in automobile manufacturing now. head of operations." yeonjun replied, slightly pushing his glasses up his nose. no wonder how the rebellious streak seems to disappear as you recall the pictures you see from the previous wall, how accomplished he is with medals from various stuff including sports as you remember. it didn't take too long for yeonjun and his mom asked if you want to hang out in his bedroom. "like old times." is what his mom said before you follow yeonjun to his room which is still in the same location as you remembered.

when he opens the door, you are greeted with a rainbow neon light setting and a rack full of character statutes and cd cases of what seems to be video games with a few boxes of differing consoles stacked at the bottom. comic book posters are stuck on the wall near his bed as you see a two-monitor set-up right in front of the closed window, trails of wires decorating the floor, and a gaming chair covering one of the monitors with an old dvd logo floating inside the rectangle screen as a screensaver.

"wow." is all you can say as you enter the whole different polar of yeonjun’s life. still a bit messy as seen by the wires and his closet, but still a very different setting from the earth colors you have now associated with him.

"sorry for the wires." he walks around you to open the windows that were closed to let the sunshine of the afternoon in as he turns off the neon lights. you see him stacking some books on his desk while you admire the medals and trophies on newly placed shelves beside the door to the bathroom, which is on the same side of the room as you last saw it.

"you're in college?" you mumbled to yourself but yeonjun seems to hear.

"yep." his voice immediately got covered by the sound of the clicks and thuds of stacking and putting them in the rack.

"what major?"

"video game design." he turns his head towards you as he brushed his palms off with each other to dust off.

"here?" you walk as your eyes finish adjusting to the sunshine as it enters the room, making it look warmer than the colder color scheme you saw when your first enter the room.

"no, actually. i enrolled in a university a few cities away. currently on a small break." yeonjun innocently points to a duffle bag in front of the closet with his chin as you take a look while stepping to sit down on his mattress near where his desk set up is. the old-timey consoles are now visible with their shiny red button and thinner black joystick also thinner controllers from the ones you know are your era's consoles like playstation and x-box.

"how come?" your pitch increases your curiosity as yeonjun who sat on the rolling chair turns around and opens his desk drawer. rummaging sounds can be heard as a 'thud' stops it and yeonjun's hands gently push the drawer in before turning around, showing you the same nintendo ds that you last saw back when you were 10, back when you were trying to save his mom.

"mario kart, pokemon, phoenix wright, animal crossing, those games amazed me back then." you see him silently chuckle as he opens the ds in his hands, seeing the two tiny screens on top and bottom with buttons decorating either side of the bottom one. "from that, i start to research more games. where i found out about earthbound, which can only play on retro nintendo consoles, so i save my money up to buy the game." you give a small smile as you look up towards yeonjun, seeing a bright glint in his eyes as he continues to talk.

"i remembered when dad gifted me SNES for my 12th birthday cause it was a pretty hard thing to find when you successfully buy the game and that just changes everything. i started to play more rpg games, jrpg mostly, then platformers, then fps, then mmo. more and more and it just… changes my life for the better and helps inspire other people, me included from some messages they put, explicitly and non. it inspires me to start making my own game where i buy rpg maker and i really want to make games that can help others be inspired like i was with other games. writing my stories, telling my struggles-" your eyes were blurry as you focused on his excitement and as he goes on, you felt some bubble forming inside you, blowing, and blowing and it stops.

your head jerks up as you see yeonjun's open mouth in a pause before slowly closing it and pursing his lips, "i forgot you moved out…"

feeling your heart drop as he stops his rambling, you realized a few of the last words he almost was something related to you. something in the realm of "you were there when it hap-" before he realized that you weren't. his mumbled sorry with him pushing his glasses back up on his bridge makes you stand up from your chair and kneeled in front of him, hands of his now in yours as you rested them on his knees, a look of recognition seeming to gloss his eyes for a few seconds. giving a small chuckle, you looked up and said, "it's okay. i'm glad you're living your best life when i'm gone."

slowly standing up, you let go of his hands as you brush them on his shoulders. the gaming chair of his recline a little bit as you lean closer, giving him a small hug as your hands slowly crawl behind his shoulders. you felt his forehead on your shoulder while hands were wrapping behind your waist. pulling back slightly, you can see how yeonjun's glasses' frame reflects the lights that are coming into the window. your hand gently pushing his glasses that were fallen because of the hug as you feel warm on your cheek. you didn't know what came to you when you lean your head forward and press your lips against him.

eyes closed, you felt the familiar sensation of the last time you kiss yeonjun, but him in your timeline as it is the one that sticks to your skin. that's why you didn't feel the same spark you felt and it feeling distance as you felt his hand squeezing your wrist, making you fall back to realize what just happened.

"sorry, (y/n). i have a girlfriend back at college." your eyebrows are raised as you step back while brushing your lips with your knuckles. yeonjun's pout makes you put your hand on your forehead that you know will form creases, shaking your head while mumbling as many apologies as you can. your heels touch his cool and soft fabric that makes you lightly jump as you see yeonjun looking somewhere else on his desk. turning around, you see his open wardrobe closet with a few of his childhood toys and books, your eyes follow the stack of papers and books when you see a familiar one right on top of the stack.

the drawing of a tree with colorful leaves and some on the ground. the date at the corner of the paper. your childhood drawing.

you step towards it and snatched it away, folding it quickly before putting it into your pocket and turning around before meeting yeonjun's sight. you feel the awkward atmosphere—a result of multiple aftermaths of your actions. your action to kiss him. your action to leave 10 years ago. and you can't handle it. you must resolve it before it nags your mind.

"i didn't know…" you reply with a small volume. you see yeonjun shrug with his eyes gazing somewhere else when you got an idea and stepping towards his seated figure.

"let me repay you for my actions. we can go to the diner and i'll pa-"

"i'm going back to college tomorrow." your shoulder sagged as a small "oh" left your mouth. you didn't know why, but you felt something sharp was just plunge into your lower back. the shivers going up your spine as you felt your ears ring. you unconsciously chewing the inside of your cheeks as you realized.

this isn't the yeonjun you know. this isn’t the haeyang you know. this isn’t the you you know.

you don’t how it came to be in your mind on how you felt ashamed of home but you felt more sure with your timeline because of this.

on the way to his house, you observed how different your life has been from all the personal notes in your head. you can't comprehend how different it is by just reading what you wrote as a sign of taking a glimpse into someone else's life instead of yours. how haeyang changed a few times more than what your reality and your childhood are. how you consider even staying here like what soobin did. how you have the hopes and doubts to follow in his footsteps and live another life. but, you can't.

you can't cause you have people that need you back home. your parents, your group project members, herin who is still in the hospital recovering, minjeong who is practicing for her concert, and yeonjun who is healing from his hardships. even though you had your own set of hardships like making your own money and living independently, you know that you are needed by everyone—others around you and (y/n) of this timeline.

"i should go back. i'm sorry for bothering you." you grab your tote bag and walk to the door of yeonjun's room when you heard footsteps behind you, following you down the hallway and stairs where you can see the front door. no presence of auntie and uncle anywhere just makes goosebumps show beneath your hoodie.

"i'm sorry for not telling you. for not reaching out sooner." your movements when putting on your shoes were halted when you heard him say. slowly realizing that, yes, he can reach out knowing how much of a presence you are on social media. he might see you before through algorithmic magic. but, this is your last goodbye to this timeline's yeonjun as you have to go your yeonjun. your twin flame.

straightening the back of the shoes, you step towards him with a gentle smile. "i'm glad i'm the one that reaches out to you first. send my regards to auntie and uncle for me." you walk backward, hands behind your back to reach the knob. turning your body around, you steal the last gaze at this timeline's yeonjun as the door opens.

"bye (y/n). i'll promise i reach out when i come back," he said with such a warm tone of his voice. your eyes slowly sting as your eyelids flutter to not let it out.

"goodbye, yeonjun." you walk out before letting go of the door. you didn't turn back around when you don't hear the door close, slowly reaching out to the phone in your pocket as you walk away. your fingers rub on the screen, scrolling down your contacts list find soobin's name, press it, and put your phone against your ear.

-

"wait, wait, you're telling me that the min in my timeline also has chronokinensis?" your voice staggered out as you seated on the sand, the seagulls flying and gawking around you as the sun almost nearing the horizon. hands wrapped on your legs as you tuck them near your chest. white smoke flying beside you as you take a glimpse at soobin and his fruit-scented e-cigarettes.

"yeah, they told me that they got them when they identify themselves as non-binary. they use their powers to travel to another timeline and come out to their parents then when they came back, their powers are just… gone." soobin replied as you hear him let out a sigh. "if you're wondering, they're also here now. still using their old name and identified as a cisgender girl."

you nodded your head as you listen, peeking from the corner of your eyes to see him taking another puff when you didn't notice that he was looking towards you. seeing the thin apparatus in front of your view, you heard him say, "want some?"

"i don't smoke," you mumble in a rush.

"well my (y/n) do." soobin's answer makes you squint your eyes towards him. you are slightly interested in it after being with yeonjun who smokes almost every time you hang out, replacing his weed blunts with factory-rolled tobacco. cleaning the ends with your sleeve before gripping it between your thumb and index fingers, you took a puff like a sip of drink from the straw when you felt something floating in your mouth. it opens as you let out a few coughs when you felt your throat tingles, the white smoke follows the pattern of clean then staccatos in the air.

"sorry…" soobin murmured as he picks the e-cigarette from you while you turn towards him and lightly hits his arm. giggles coming from both of you as it slowly dies down. the crashing waves a few meters in front of you reflect the sun as it shatters from the water flow. maybe, an inspiration for your next creation back home.

"so, how is he?" the corners of your mouth slightly lifted after you clear your throat when hearing soobin ask.

"well… i embarrassed myself…" you let out a sigh before a short chuckle. "but he's happily doing his thing, gaming and making game to help inspired other people." your hands are slowly rubbing against each other's skin with the help of the wind blowing towards you from the vast water. you heard him hum as you got reminded of a few questions in your head relating to your chronokinensis when one stick out in blue neon highlights in your dim mind.

"did you also have a future vision about an accident before you get these powers?" you questioned as you look at your open palm before slowly closing it. head turned slightly towards soobin who peeks from the corner of his eyes, his face contorted which makes you see prominent dimples on both his cheeks. the last time you see it was the picture you see in his previous bedroom with his light blue hair. making you smile to yourself at how soft he is looking while thinking such a question about existential dread.

"i did and min did. i remember they told me that they saw a tsunami for their vision while mine's a forest fire that burns the beautiful mountains and hills behind us." you looked down from his face to the sand you are sitting at. stealing a glance at the lighthouse on top of a cliff with its lights spinning on the top, slowly getting more visible as the sky is getting darker.

"the last scene i remembered from mine was… i was here, kneeling down, the cold eating me." gulping down your saliva, you expect that the sudden flash of your vision will show up in front of you like it usually does. but, nothing did. maybe because it isn't the timeline where it is supposed to occur. "mine was a blizzard." you added the last needed context as you lift your head to soobin who is now sitting cross-legged, facing towards you.

"i also want to ask…" you started as the last highlighted question in your mind floats there like a movie title inside a dark projected screen of a cinema. "how did your powers disappear?"

soobin gives a tight-lipped smile as his eyes look towards yours, seeing how big it seems as the sun shines half of his face while the street lights that have just turned on shine the other. "right after i'm satisfied and accept to stay here instead of going back. it just automatically disappear as i awaited for that day when the forest fire was supposed to happen and it didn't."

your hands played with your sweatpants as your head faced soobin when you heard him ask, "what are you doing next?"

"well…" you pulled your folded drawing from your pocket out, mind already settled in your decision. "i'm going back," you slowly open the drawing as you felt the texture deteriorating from how thin and old it has become, "to my original timeline." you finished your words as you let soobin see your drawing, hearing his breathing hitches as he seems to be seeing the date on the corner. he can't help but pout when he looks up at you.

"i was starting to like you though." you heard him say towards you, remembering that yeonjun also said that to you. how it seems that soobin was genuine towards him back in their timeline but he just can't interact with this timeline's yeonjun naturally knowing his upbringing as this soobin didn't even grow up in haeyang like the one in yours. sometimes, you wonder if they are more than just friends knowing how in pain yeonjun seems to be when he went missing. knowing soobin yourself for a short time, you understand how he is and how you like him as a person, you and this timeline's you.

"you probably like this timeline's me more… but do you like like her or…?" you genuinely asked as you learned the short history of what you two experience as friends with benefits when you scroll soobin's chats with you on the way to yeonjun's home. some suggestive words and photos being said but you can see how they enjoy being with each other.

"maybe…" you see him lift his shoulders slightly before falling down. "i don't know though. you're just- i mean, she's just a workaholic that i don't think she has time for a serious relationship." soobin said his mind as he tilts his head, almost resting on one of his shoulders.

yet, your notes inside the phone said otherwise. you remember your silently giggle in the near-empty bus when you found a few notes on your app, one, in particular, catching your attention.

i maybe like soobin?

idk i just… since the one that can't be named broke up with me, i just felt uncomfortable to date anyone anymore

but soobin's different, idk why but he just made me feel alive and made me feel like i can do anything…

i just wish that he looks at me the same way i sometimes glance at him cause he only has that lustful gaze in his eyes that made me attracted to him. yet i've been feeling something's different with him, in a positive way i supposed

"well, m-maybe you can try treating her differently. other than meeting just to hook up, bring her to the movies, ask her if she wants to watch the concerts you're watching no matter how indie the band is…" you give a suggestion as a small smirk form on your face with soobin's raised eyebrows and a small pout with his dimples face towards you.

"that might work." soobin looks to the side as you see the sun setting down on the horizon, signaling to you that it is time for you to go.

soobin brought you back to your room as you step into your room, hearing a "wait' coming from behind him as soobin stood against the door frame.

"can you please tell yeonjun that i still care and adore him like i used to? how brave he is for facing his demons alone and how lucky he is to have you by his side again?" you slightly chuckle as you nod, your body reacting differently though as it steps toward soobin and give a hug. your hands wrapping his upper torso while he rested on your waist before you let go and step back.

"i will. goodbye soobin. go get your (y/n)." you hear him giggle as he gives a small salute before turning away, letting you close your door.

you pull off your shoes and put down your bag on the desk before sitting down on your mattress, pulling the phone that is always lit up with notifications on how busy this (y/n) is and plugging the charger in it. you lay down as you finally feel how tired your body is, letting your head move slightly around the room, you took in the view of your fashion major room for the last time, saying silent goodbyes at the designs on the wall. pulling out and opening the folded paper, you let your eyes focus on it, the quiet ambiance swallowing the room up.

the paper is getting blurry, but instead of being confused like the last time, you focus on it. the sound following suit as you can hear the sound of your young voice squeaking excitedly.

"yeonjun, look at it. it's almost finished."

you let your breathing flow stable, feeling your hands tremble as you have to go through this one more time to go back. blinking slowly, the colors of the drawing starts to blur and you heard that voice that is yeonjun's mom.

"the fridge is almost empty."

your eyes sting as you prepare yourself. the color gets blurrier as it swallows your vision. swallows your body whole. and it all turns white.

-

"and boop." you heard your child self say as the colors start to get more define as you blink rapidly. you sat on the floor of yeonjun's house's living room that resembles the one you saw on the timeline you were on, albeit more colorful cause a kid lives there. then you see a shadow entering your vision.

"that looks good, (y/n)." you heard a familiar voice and the shadow turns around and you see them. 10-year-old yeonjun holding onto his ds as you took a glance to see a podium scene in mario kart.

"(y/n), i said it looks good." yeonjun's voice pierces your trancing self.

"thanks!" you reply, in your 10-year-old voice. you look down at the table to see the paper with the drawing of a tree and its color beneath you, how it looks new that you can see a minuscule air bubble from the newly written date of the day.

you heard the footsteps from above you as you subconsciously bit your bottom lip, trailing your eyes to the ceiling above you and then to the stairs where you heard it step down. meeting the figure of a woman that you saw today in her younger and sturdier figure. you can't help but feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

yeonjun's mom.

"yeonjun, (y/n). i'll be leaving to get some groceries, okay?" you see her said.

it was the last moment you'll see of her cause she died in a couple of minutes.

and you cannot stop it like before.

"okay, mom." you heard yeonjun reply while still playing his ds. your gaze sticks to his mom and how you felt your eye glisten from the tears that you hold. she finished wearing her socks, after that you see her grab her bag from the chair at the entrance, and then she goes to the kitchen to grab her wallet.

"take care of him, (y/n)." you heard her say as you gave a small nod.

"i'm literally the same age as her, mom." yeonjun replied as you see her come to yeonjun and kiss his head while chuckling.

"i know you are. love you, angel," she replies as she walks to the door and proceeds to wear her shoes. the front door opened to blurry colors and white. you see her look back for the last time as you held the tears, hands on the door slowly closing it.

"see you, (y/n)!"

"see you, auntie." the door closes as the blurriness consumes your vision once again.

-

you rub your eyes as you see the ray of sun blinding your vision, feeling the soft and cool duvet underneath you as you heard the default alarm sound from your phone. as you sat up while rubbing your face softly with both of your hands, eyes heavy, you slowly dropped your hands to see the blurry colors of the room that you recognized from the layout, your room.

your room with paintings, canvases, and your easel in the corner.

you're back.

sitting up on your bed, you hear a scrunch of paper beside you. picking it up to see the drawing that you just jumped through. you let your legs rest on your cold floor as you stand to walk towards your phone, eyes slowly taking in the artist room you lived in as you press the stop button of the alarm. seeing the day beside the time, your memory reminds you that you have your first class in a few hours today. yet, your mind is still stuck on what you felt back then, in that alternate timeline.

"(y/n), do you wanna eat breakfast together? i have a few leftovers of the take-out i bought last night." you heard the familiar voice of minjeong say between the knocks on your door. your heartbeat stabilizes itself as you shout a "coming" before you open your phone and scroll to your contacts. even though the classes are—of course—important, you have to go to yeonjun to have someone to talk to about his or, at least, distract yourself from the overwhelming things your mind has collected.

as you reached his name, you pressed it and hear the beeping sound as it waits for the other side to pick up when you put it on speaker. seeing the walls of your room as the sun shines a few of the sketches on the wall.

"hello?" you heard the familiar tone of voice, a bit hoarse like you had just woken him up from his slumber.

"hi, yeonjun…" you silently sigh as you heard the ruffled scratches from the other side, imagining yeonjun just scrambling on his bed.

"where have you been, young lady?! you didn't even reply to my message yesterday." you can see him pout in your mind when he said that. you can't help but giggle as you looked down, chewing a bit of your lower lip before you speak.

"busy day. sorry for not replying. i want to know if you want to hang out after my classes finish today? i'm…" you sighed, "i need a distraction…" you let out a small frown after your words are told.

"of course, baby! we can hang at your ho- i mean soobin's ho- well it's technically my house. yeah, you know that house." you giggle at his reply as you reply with an agreement before you end the call and put them on your desk full of your messy supplies which you miss seeing even though you’ve been away for a day.

you turn your attention towards the drawing on your bed, picking it up and putting it in front of your wall when you see an empty space you can put it on. looking back to the desk to pick up your tape that sits beside a cup full of paint brushes, you pull yourself up to stand on your bed to put the drawing on to be inducted into your collection as you smoothen out the four tapes on each corner. stepping down and walking back from the wall, the view of your paintings in watercolor and gouache paints with a colored pencil piece in one of the corners, you felt a sense of completion filling your heart like the wall do before you walk out of your room to eat with minjeong before preparing for the day.

you knew the classes didn't distract you enough when you suddenly got reminded of the other timeline's yeonjun and the shenanigans of being in another timeline where the karin you see mocking people in your class is your friend. on the way to the house, you got a text from herin in the hospital that got you reminded of the harsh herin you encountered. seeing your house got reminded you of soobin and his revelation of more people before possessing powers like yours, chronokinensis.

as the door opens and you see yeonjun in his signature no sleeves band t-shirt, this time a the smashing pumpkins one, you didn't hesitate to move your bag backward and reach both your hands to cup yeonjun's face. your lips immediately smashing onto his.

you felt him reciprocate as he wraps his arms around yours as he brought you in, letting the door close as he pushes you to it. his tongue asking permission to meet yours as your body felt heated up from the quickly heating make-out session. the strap of your bag slips down your shoulder as a thud can be heard beside your feet. you can feel yeonjun's heavy breath on yours as he raspy voice, "what was that for?"

"i told you i need a distraction." you see as you pouted your lips.

"you want to do this again?" he rubs your sides as you move your hands to his on your body.

"yes, i do," you reply shyly before yeonjun's hand grips yours and pull you up the stairs to the bedroom.

a crisis in your mind averted just for the night cause you just realized how much of a bigger supernatural situation you are in.

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[tertiaryapocalypse]

[id: character sheets of lukah, victor, jaime, cameron, and mel. each sheet contains a front and back view, a bag with detailed contents, a hand view, basic information on name, age, pronouns, and identities, and a color palette. extended description under the read more.]

moving these to my main !

[extended id:

the first sheet shows lukah hofwegen, a short, thin mixed chinese white american boy. he is 15. he is autistic, bisexual, and trans, using he/him pronouns. he stands with his hands in his pockets and his tongue sticking out. he has tan skin, brown eyes and round glasses. he has dark brown hair that is dyed blue, and a scar on his knee. lukah wears a trucker jacket with patches for nasa and aliens on the sleeves and a first robotics comp patch on the back. his shirt is black with the homestuck logo on it and he wears black basketball shorts with blue, white, and orange sports shoes. he has painted black nails, small nicks on his right hand and wears a variety of bracelets on his left wrist. lukah's backpack is black with pins and patches. contents are a red ds, spiderman wallet, walkie-talkie, comic book, adjustable wrench, a few text books, and a flash light. his phone case has a ufo on it.

the second is of victor holt, a tall, thin, white american boy. he is 16. he is gay & uses the vincian flag. he uses he/him. he has chin length blonde hair in a pony tail and blue eyes. he has acne and wears thick purple rimmed glasses. he wears a black hoodie with 'anti social social club' on the back of it, a heathers shirt, light blue skinny jeans and purple converse high tops. he has a scar on his chin. he has a black jansport backpack with bones embroidered around the logo. in victor's bag is a blue tomadachi, mini sewing kit, play script, purple pencil case, first aid kit and a variety of textbooks. he has a bandaid on his hand. his phone case is lavender with a skateboarding skeleton on it.

the third is of jaime perrault, a thin freckled white person. he is 15, gay, and genderqueer. she uses he/she. she has short wavy brown hair and green eyes. he wears a reddish beanie, a yellow flannel hoodie, a black shirt, light blue jeans and black doc martens. her backpack is dark grey with sunflowers on it. her phonecase is checker patterned with a yellow flower charm. in his bag is a spell jar for happiness, flower seeds, a pocket knife, a leather wallet, a black hydroflask with daisies painted on it and various textbooks, including one about flora of the west coast. she has three bracelets: one with the genderqueer flag, one with beaded flowers, and one that is red with white hearts. jaime stands with his hands in her pockets.

the fourth sheet is of cameron seong, a 16 year old chubby filipino kid. they use they/she and are aromantic and nonbinary. they have medium toned skin, braces, and short dark hair. they wear a green shirt over a black skeleton hoodie and dark grey patchwork jeans. she has brown leather boots. their shirt reads 'i eat children' and has a balloon image on it. their bag is a black hiking backpack, and contains comic books, textbooks, a sketchbook, stim toy, foldable knife, walkie talkie, protection spell jar and water bottle. they have a worm on a string designed to look like a bee and their phone case is black with a green lightning pattern card holder. their hands are scraped and scarred and they have a skull bead bracelet.

the fifth is of florence seong, a tall, thin japanese person with freckles. he is achillean and uses he/it pronouns. it has long dark hair in a low pony tail that's bleached blond at the tips. he wears a white collared shirt under a red knit sweater with white hearts on it, blue jeans, and black doc martens. it has clear glittery nail polish. his bag is a light brown messenger bag. it contains cat treats, a compass, crystals, a big sketchbook and a novel. his phone case is clear with a flattened fern in it. he wears a charm bracelet, a yellow friendship bracelet. it has heart shaped dangly earrings.

the last sheet is of mel franz, a thin mixed thai german jewish boy. he uses he/they and is aroace. they have a curly dark mullet and medium toned skin with beauty marks. he wears a black green day shirt, dark jeans, and sky blue converse. they have pink and blue hair clips, earrings, a necklace with the star of david on it, and a pink and blue friendship bracelet. their bag is a black jansport backpack. they have a clear phonecase. their bag has a walkie talkie, a pack of gum, a rubik's cube, an old camera, a scrapbook with hello kitty stickers on it, uno, textbooks, and a pencil case in it. he has pink nail polish. his full name is written as melvin franz with the 'vin' crossed out.

end id.]

[rataslesbianas]

from left to right: Ezra, any/it. Jashith, he/him xe/xem ze/zir star/stars. Poppy, they/them cra/yon peach/peaches li/lil honk/honks. Freddy (Alfred), he/him they/them. Juniper, she/her. Sunnie, they/them she/her it/its ae/aer.

[I.D: A drawing of six characters standing in a line, fronting the camera.

The first is a tall, skinny person with tan skin. It has black messy hair that reaches it's neck, with two red strands in the bangs. It has a few beauty spots on it's face. It has dark eyes and a neutral, slightly annoyed expression. They stand with their legs together and one hand in their pocket. It wears a red sweatshirt with a dead face emoticon on it (x_x), and a short sleeved black flannel. He also wears skinny ripped jeans, in a beige color, and black boots. It has an eyebrow piercing, and two earrings and an industrial piercing on one ear. She wears a chain in her belt and a plastic choker.

The second person is a tall skinny boy with tan skin and long black hair, reaching past his shoulders. Star has dark eyes and a neutral expression. Star stands with stars hand raised in a resting position. He wears a big dark blue sweater, with a stars and moon design. Xe also wears a long, light blue skirt, with embroidery of stars and sparkles going down the side. He wears black converse, and various jewelry, which includes several necklaces and a chain earing.

The third person is a short chubby child. Li has light skin and freckles, and blue eyes. Lilas hair is ginger, cut in a bob and kept back by a plain headband. They have a big smile and are doing a piece sign. Cra wears an orange dress, it has a simple pattern and has spaghetti straps. Under it cra wears a white t-shirt with blue stripes, and baggy jeans with orange splatters. Peach wears orange ballet flats, and various colorful jewelry.

The fourth person is a fat boy with dark skin and brown eyes. He has brown, short curly hair, with an undercut. He has acne. They are have a big nervous smile, with a hand behind their head. They wear a green sweater with orange and brown stripes, and short brown overalls with orange converse. He has golden glasses and earrings.

The fifth person is a skinny black girl. She has very dark skin and almost black hair, which is coily and reaches her waist. She is smiling shyly, with her hands together over her chest. She wears a lavander sweater with a peter pan collar, and a purple skirt with a flower pattern. She wears teal leggings that cut at her knees, lavander converse and lavander earrings.

The sixth person is a teen with light skin and freckles. Their hair is buzzed and dyed bleach-blonde, their eyes are light brown. Ae is smiling excitedly, with one hand on aer hip and one doing a rock and roll/love sign. She wears a big, stripped yellow sweater, over a beige binder. Ae also wears brown baggy shorts and beige sport shoes. They have scratches and scars on their legs, and a bandaid on their knee. They wear gold earrings, and a white ring on their left middle finger.

End I.D]

[djemsostylist]

Primarch Styles

Lion: loose dark jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, cargo jackets, combat boots worn with the laces totally undone; aggressively wears lime-green crocs. Usually wears his hair loose, and refuses to carry hair ties. Sanguinius always has extras. Smells like pine trees and campfires.

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Fulgrim: designer suits (no jacket), impeccably matched pocket squares, ties, socks, polished loafers, high end watches; completely different look every time you see him. Changes his hairstyle daily. Feels like just this side of trying too hard. Smells like cologne, but like everything else, the scent changes subtly each time.

Perturabo: slightly too short grey slacks, white button-down shirt buttoned all the way up and tucked in, suspenders, bow tie for more formal occasions, white Keds. Thinks it makes him look professional and casual like Dorn. Smells like olive oil and yeast.

Jaghatai: loose v-neck t-shirts, lots of leather/beaded bracelets and necklaces, dungarees, canvas sneakers, no socks. Usually wears his hair is a half-up ponytail. Refuses to share hair ties with Lion. Smells like incense and argon beard oil.

Russ: usually wears slightly rumpled hoodies and shorts, worn out athletic sneakers of an undefinable brand; also refuses to carry hair ties, but pickpockets Sanguinius whenever he needs one. The whole look seems careless, but almost too careless. Carries a reusable water bottle he won’t allow anyone to see the contents of. Smells like woodsmoke and snow.

Rogal: white collared shirt, v-neck sweaters in tans, golds, and reds, soft grey slacks, loafers. Will occasionally wear tweed jackets with patches at the elbows. Smells like cedar and cinnamon.

Konrad: stained, holey coveralls in a vaguely greyish color. Always smells slightly off, like the slightest whiff of sewage or a grave. Doesn’t believe in shampoo. Sanguinus tried to take him shopping once, and got bitten for his efforts.

Sanguinius: loose, white linen button down shirt with soft linen drawstring trousers, and sandals or canvas shoes. Always wears his hair loose but carries extra hair ties for his brothers. Only puts his hair up when things gets serious, and that makes everyone nervous. (Is partial to man buns in those instances). Always wears 3 piece suits to the annual primarch meetings in shades of black and red. Smells like cinnamon and vanilla.

Ferrus: white singlet, dickies cargo pants, steel-toed boots. Always has a tool or 10 in various pockets. Still uses handkerchiefs. Smells like oil and metals, sharp and tangy.

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Angron: shorts that are practically pants, incredibly washed out and worn. Flannel shirt with the arms ripped off, socks with holes in them. Usually never wears shoes, but if forced will wear boots. Smells like old blood and dirt.

Roboute: 3 piece suits. Always dark blue or black. Has three main suits, which allows for optimal cycling through the dry cleaner. Ties are plain or subtly striped. Doesn’t wear a watch, but always knows what time it is. Carries his reading glasses in the breast pocket. Always wears a jacket. If the jacket comes off and the sleeves are rolled up, you’re probably okay. If the jacket gets folded on the back of the chair, run. (see Sanguinius and the man-bun). Smells like rain.

Mortarion: always wears a long, dark brown leather trenchcoat, unbuttoned. Some sort of dark pants and shirt, usually impossible to tell. Boots are always muddy, and he smells subtly earthly, like a swamp after the rain.

Magnus: wears boat shorts, short sleeved buttoned shirts, dockers. Wears his hair in a messy man bun with hairsticks, an apple watch, and stylish, square rimmed plastic glasses. Smells musky and sharp, like incense.

Horus: dark, fitted jeans, designer t-shirts, blazers, white Adidas sneakers. Wears a single gold ring with an imperial crest on his right pinkie. Looks like the epitome of middle management, “we’re a family here” boss who schedules employee retreats on ropes courses but never actually participates. Smells like generic men’s cologne, just a little bit too strong.

Lorgar: none of his clothes ever fit. T-shirts are slightly too large, his shoes always come untied, his pants always need a belt. Clothes are clean, but slightly worn. Usually obvious that someone else has given them to him. Smells slightly chemical, like bleach or industrial detergent.

Vulkan: black jeans, black motorcycle boots, super soft Henley’s in white, red, or green. Always rolls the sleeves up. Also carries hair ties despite the lack of hair. Always has snacks, but he never offers them, they just appear when you need them. Smells like brimstone and Old Spice.

Corax: black converse, black skinny jeans, indie band t-shirts, slightly too large zip up hoodies with ripped thumb holes, black sweatband. Refuses hair ties, but has agreed to let Sanguinius braid his hair on numerous occasions. Smells like an old library.

Alpharius & Omegon: whatever you’re wearing. Has no smell.