#I haven't drawn them for a while so there are a few minor changes

[spicedwatermel0n]

Young adult designs

Finally redesigned them!!! I wasn't really comfortable with keeping my late teen designs and young adult designs looking mostly the same aside from a few minor details so this is to fix that!! I've said I was gonna do this for a while lmfao... Anyways this look will span from 21 to 30 in which they undergo changes that I may not post rn? Adult and early teens are both sort of untouched designs. I have the looks in mind, but they're not really heavy on plot so... They haven't been drawn out. But I will post middle aged designs!! Now for obligatory "what are they like"

Nigel: looks pretty dead beat. He lost his arm in a mission for the KND some time ago. He's difficult to find, as he doesn't really... Live anywhere. If you need him, just wish for him. He'll probably arrive... Or not, because he's not a mind reader. He's starting to get into minor conflicts with the police. No one knows anything more about him, and that's probably his goal.

Hoagie: went cold turkey on EVERYTHING when he got his apartment. He's too busy fooling around with Wally or working to do anything bad to himself... He works a pretty rough 7-5 at a store where he does whatever they ask him to. Stock shelves, mop the floors, deal with customers... But it keeps a roof over his head, so he does it. He tends to wear a basic company uniform to work, that he absolutely DESPISES. Once he's home, he usually gets into something feminine. His job sometimes requires him to work extra hours or stay a bit longer to finish something. He holds internal anger for it, because he just wants to get home and smother Wally with love, but he does it because he DOES get paid for overtime. That's the least he could ask for, really.

Kuki: working a 9-5. She plans on getting to college to become a lawyer at some point. No one knows what exactly her job is. It's not her fault, she just doesn't care for it enough to remember. She got top surgery at 22 after working her ass off for the money she'd need. Don't tell anyone, but Hoagie helped a little. Also, she has her own apartment, too. It's really fancy and decked out, but she lives alone. She likes it that way. After years of living with her parents, she needs alone time all the time, unless she actively decides to invite someone over.

Wally: also went cold turkey on everything when he moved into the apartment. He's taking college classes at UVA to become a pediatrician. It's not quite Harvard, but it's damn near close. He's actually pretty dedicated to it. ADHD medication is the sole reason he can be so dedicated. He tends to wear somewhat feminine attire, as he's learning to understand that he doesn't have to conform to how society believes the genders should dress, and isn't any less of a boy just because he wants to wear feminine clothing.

Abby: going to an unknown college for her therapist degree. She doesn't tell anyone because she worries they may show up there to bother her, or something along those lines. She's often very busy studying, and if she isn't, she's doing volunteer work. She lives with her parents still. Chronically tired, just like, a little bit more than before. She has stopped caring about what she wears and just puts on whatever the hell works. She visits Kuki whenever she needs socialization or love.

Additional piece: the layout of Hoagie and Wally's apartment. This was for my own reference but I'd figure I'd post it

[lazy-b1rdy]

friendly reminder that I have this doodle

hehehe,,

i like to think that he like to mess with others but Stanley doesn't mind and likes to joins every once in a while

THANK YOU FOR YOUR DRAWING!!! (It's very silly :-) )

[onesapphireeye]

just a word

You and Aemond had grown apart over the past few years. But, when he finally rid himself of the shackles of his on again off again relationship with Alys, he shows up at your apartment.

modern!aemond x reader. modern!aemond x alys rivers. warnings: sex at the end. annoying, probably unreliable reader. not for minors. p in v sex. use of she/her for reader.

nori says: this is something no one asked for. i just needed to get this out of my head. lots of backstory? idk it's probably terrible. please be gentle, as i haven't written anything in so long. i'd love feedback! also send me ideas if you want to! xoxo.

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Your parents, both renowned politicians, attempted to make you feel as though you were a child of the greatest value. It didn't help that the whole world appeared to be enchanted by you; and you, a cherubic faced little demon, were not afraid of using the power of your charm.

You could easily call out the names of people at school and expect them to come running, but the luxurious adoration grew boring and made you crave something more than simple admiration.

You remember meeting Aemond Targaryen in middle school. Everyone steered clear of him, but you were drawn in. Despite hearing stories of his temper, and how quick he was to throw a punch, you worked up the courage to approach him. Surprisingly, he had been welcoming of your advances. He smiled and spoke in a gentle voice, and you felt like you had known him forever.

Soon enough, he became a regular guest at your house, where the two of you would sit and talk about literature and history. He said he envied you in a way—you were an unusual child who was often in the thoughts of those around her, while he never quite fit in anywhere.

You told him that he belonged to with you.

Aemond seemed to come alive during those conversations, talking endlessly of the history of old Valyria, and his enthusiasm was contagious. The more time you spent discussing that ancient culture, the closer the two of you became, and he opened up to you in a way he said he had rarely done with anyone else.

He spoke of his family and his feelings—his loneliness and his anger—and his search for identity and purpose. Those moments were like a window into his soul, and you felt honored to be in the presence of someone so complex. He was the perfect mix of boy, man and monster.

You felt as if you could truly relate to him, and you had never felt so understood.

As the years passed, Aemond became your closest friend and ally in mischief. Everywhere you went, you were inseparable.

Yet, when the two of you entered high school, you suddenly felt out of place; you were a late bloomer who had gone from wanting to be different to being treated like you were.

Any pubescent confidence you had was gone, replaced by feeling small and insignificant, while Aemond was already transforming into an adult.

Despite your differences, there was an unspoken connection between the two of you, and you silently vowed to be best friends forever.

It was only once he began dating popular Alys Rivers in your senior year that you comprehended the permanence of 'forever'.

Despite your own awkwardness and insecurity, it was easy to see why she liked him. At seventeen, when you still looked like the underside side of a foot (thanks Aegon), Aemond had grown into an ethereal creature, almost magical in his beauty. Some sort of elf like thing from those fanfiction smuts you read online at night beneath the covers.

As you watched Aemond and Alys grow closer, you couldn't help but feel a deep pang of sadness in your chest. Seeing them together was a stark reminder of everything you had shared with him before she came into the picture.

When you did manage to hang out, there was a tension that hadn't been there before. The relationship had changed him - he was different than he used to be; more mature, more sophisticated, more aloof and distant.

And his hugs goodbye started to linger on. He would whisper something softly in your ear when he would embrace you, but not look back once he was out your front door. You were left to guess what his true intentions were.

It felt like maybe you were two steps away from being in a relationship of your own with Aemond, but the fear of being wrong kept holding you back from taking the plunge.

You wondered what it would be like if you came clean and told him how you felt, but didn't like the risk of getting your heart broken if he wasn't interested in being more than friends.

You had to watch from the sidelines as he poured all of his energy into Alys in a way that had even his mom giving him sidelong glances and unsolicited advice; telling him not to spend too much time focused on her instead of himself or his future goals.

And then one day it happened - things changed between the two of you again.

After a tense discussion about which college you would both attend, he'd blown up at you for saying you wanted to run as far away from King's Landing as possible.

There was an exchange of harsh words and hurtful remarks. He told you it was time to grow up, to face your fears head on and that things between you couldn't stay the same forever.

He didn't want to keep dwelling in the darkness; he wanted to be his own person, not defined by his anger.

He wanted you to change with him and you had told him no. You told him no longer believed in forever anyway.

It felt like you were having two different conversations, but misunderstanding both.

You wanted to be you and Aemond; not you, Aemond and Alys. He'd given you a strange look then, and stormed off angrily.

By the end of that school year, you almost couldn't bear to hear either of their names. He gave off the impression of being happy and content with Alys and it made you feel even more invisible.

The wilder elements of your nature urged you to claw your way through Alys' skin. You yearned to become her, believing it would raise your self-esteem. The thought of imitating her style and mannerisms crossed your mind, only to be instantly dismissed as foolish. All that you really wanted was for Aemond to speak to you like a true friend and not like just someone who wasn't her.

There was no way to win, so you decided that your friendship meant as much to you as it did him.

Not shit.

After graduation, you distanced yourself and went ahead with your plan to pick a university as far away as possible from his (and Alys') choice of Drangonstone: White Harbor U.

Living without Aemond was difficult. Not more difficult than it had ever been, but with that sickly sweet feeling of codependency gone, you felt scared. You had never been your own person before, but you were determined to try now.

You found that the city was teeming with people who had something to offer, but you couldn't make a lasting connection. The men you dated never stuck around, leaving you feeling more and more alone.

Eventually, you settled with Dalton Greyjoy, an art major who made side money by selling prints of stormy coastlines and mermaids in the harbor. Dalton was everything Aemond use to be; wild and unpredictable, like the sea he so often painted.

Dalton made it easier for you to open up about yourself. He saw that a spark of fire simmering just beneath your surface. With him, it felt okay to be vulnerable; he listened without judgement or condescension whenever you told him about your struggles with self-esteem or shared stories from your past.

A hint of distance kept things from going too deep between you two. You could tell he liked being around you but it never seemed like enough for him to commit fully or even discuss anything serious beyond weekend plans or art exhibitions happening in town.

It wasn't until months later that he finally admitted he wasn't ready for more than what you already had – a friendship with physical perks.

Leaving Dalton was easier than you wanted to admit... but something lingered in the back of your mind: an ever-present reminder that no matter how close someone is willing to get to you they still may not be able stay by your side forever.

With college finished and the anxiety of the future looming, you realized that you didn't have the funds to keep going.

You had girl-bossed your way into exhaustion and credit card debt. Your father wanted to take the situation into his own hands, but that meant you would be indebted to him. He'd been suggesting marriage for a while now and had dropped several names of eligible partners. You'd attempted to brush it off, but you knew he disliked Dalton and he didn't have much faith in your romantic decisions.

Politically, he needed you to attach yourself to someone who wouldn't cause any scandal. Rather than hawking yourself like a prized horse, you cleverly conned him into providing you with a job that utilized your freshly-obtained degree.

Your parents had split up shortly after you graduated high school, but they both made a strong attempt to coax you into choosing one side to live with.

It didn't matter to you that rent would eat up most of your paycheck. Returning home felt like a never-ending loop; like your life was repeating itself, constricting all your freedom.

You desperately needed some kind of liberation.

Three days into living off of salads in a dimly lit room, you heard a knock on the door. You almost decided to pretend you weren't home, but then remembered you had ordered some things online to help cure your depression and thought that it might be your packages.

To your annoyance, it wasn't the courier, but Aemond.

He was standing in front of you with takeout from the local Yi-ti place and a bottle of Dornish red. As completely unexpected as his presence was, it didn't take a genius to figure out who must have given him your address. You definitely hadn't, in fact you hadn't even told him you were moving back.

'Aegon' you thought, 'you fucking prick.'

Yesterday, Helaena and the older Targaryen boy had helped you move in what meager furniture you had; and you knew Helaena would never have given you up.

Aemond, for his part seemed content to ignore your discomfort, his broad smile contrasting against his bright blue eyes.

You narrowed your gaze, glaring up at him as you queried, "Are you stalking me?"

"I was in the neighborhood and wanted to see how a junior press secretary lives." He replied, flashing a self-assured smirk that sent shivers through

you. You could tell he was joking but your frown only deepened. You were going to kill Aegon.

"Poorly." You gripped the door handle. "Now that you've blessed us mere mortals with your judgement, you may leave." You tried to close the door but he uttered your name in a pleading whine.

"I lied, I just needed to see you. Please." You found it difficult to stand your ground against him, even after all the time that had passed. You clenched your jaw before letting him in. He cast a brief look around your small living space, and your anger mounted.

You kicked the door close and spoke, "I've been eating in my bed and no I don't have two glasses." You directed him to the bedroom and gestured for him to sit down.

He slipped off his shoes, and you stopped yourself from examining their size. You couldn't let your mind go there. "You better have ordered the Jade Emperor chicken."

He laughed, taking out the Styrofoam containers from the brown paper bags. "I almost didn't, but you know I know what you like." You watched his hands as he opened up the containers and began to set them up on your bedspread.

You settled beside him and began to eat, savoring all bites of the delicious dish. Take out was a luxury that you weren't quite ready to allow your dad to set up blind dates for.

You didn't see the amusement in Aemond's eyes as you moaned in pleasure between bites. "This is why I love Yi-Ti," you said after you swallowed another satisfying mouthful of chicken.

He nodded in agreeance knowing his plan was working; despite everything, it was nice to have someone to share a meal with.

The wine helped you two to fall into the easy way things use to be.

Aemond started talking about how he was working at the family company and some of his recent projects. You listened intently, nodding as he spoke, occasionally making an interesting comment or two when asked for input. When he was done recounting all of his work adventures, he turned his attention back to you.

"So what are your plans now that you're back in Kings Landing?" he asked with genuine interest. You sat down your chopsticks before wiping your mouth with a napkin and then responded slowly.

"Now that I have this degree, I'm hoping to make something out of it...eventually." You paused for a moment, looking away from Aemond and out the window which revealed an empty street below your apartment building. "I guess I'm just trying to figure out where I belong."

He looked down at the floor. You didn't let the silence stretch too long and updated him on your parents. Your dad has just started dating some woman that was closer to your age than his. Aemond knew something about that.

"Yeah," he commiserated, "my dads still a dick too."

You chuckled dryly before taking another sip of wine and falling into a comfortable silence as you both thought about all of the things in life that weren't going as planned.

Once dinner had ended, Aemond asked if he could stick around a little longer, and you couldn't believe how swiftly you'd agreed. You reasoned that it must be because you didn't want to act disrespectful, given your past friendship with the person who had just brought dinner over to you.

You both moved to settle against the headboard and continued your light chatting.

You worked up the courage to ask about Alys. He surprised you when he said that he had broken up with her for good this time. She had started pressuring him about marriage, but she wasn't the one he saw himself being with forever. You had scoffed at the word, but let him finish talking.

"I realized that she was like a band-aid, she helped my anger but my wounds underneath were festering." He looked at the wall opposite of you, "that's how I felt with her, like large parts of me had putrefied off. I woke up and I missed those parts."

His voice was hollow and desperate, and he paused as you tried to clear the lump that had formed in your throat. You being the parts of him that were missing was left largely unsaid. "So when Aegon let it slip that you'd come back... I had to see you with my own eyes."

You waited a bit, to find the right words, but nothing was poetic enough. "I missed you too. You don't deserve it, but I missed you so fucking much, Aemond." Your breath was coming out in shallow gasps as the air seemed to thicken between the two of you. You were both so close, your lips barely an inch from each other, and it felt like time had stopped. "You need to apologize to me."

"I'm so sorry." He began immediately, "You don't know how much I've hated myself for ending our friendship." He was looking straight into your eyes, all trace of bravado gone.

You wanted to be mad at him. This was supposed to be a person from your past you had gotten over. But the truth was, you knew you still loved him.

For a moment, neither of you moved or spoke. Then, almost simultaneously, you both leaned in slightly and your lips brushed against each other for the first time. The kiss was tender and filled with longing and regret – all the things that had been left unsaid between you two for so long.

Your hands reached up to intertwine in his hair as he kissed you more deeply, exploring your mouth like it was something precious he'd been searching for all along. You felt him wrap one arm around your waist while the other ran down your back softly before gripping onto your ass. Aemond pressed against the curves of your body as if trying to meld himself into you completely. You could feel his heart beating fast just beneath his skin.

The kiss slowly faded into soft pecks until finally it ended with one final gentle nip on the corner of your mouth before he pulled away to give you a look asking for permission to go further. You nodded your head.

It was then that Aemond let out a quiet moan, he reached behind him to pull off his shirt in one fluid motion before quickly removing off the rest of his clothes.

You could feel your face flush as you followed suit, shedding your own clothing until the two of you were sitting there naked in front of one another. The only sounds were your labored breath and the beating of your hearts as they surged with adrenaline from what was about to come next.

Aemond leaned forward, bringing himself closer to you as he cupped your face tenderly with one hand while using the other to brush against your exposed skin softly. His touch felt like electricity running through your veins and it caused an involuntary shudder run through you body in response.

All of your previous anger dissipated.

His eyes were full of need and desire as he pulled you to the edge of the bed effortlessly. Spreading your knees apart, he knelt before you. It was your turn to smirk. He looked like he belonged there.

"Finally humbled before me, huh?" In response, he tugged on the back of your legs, which prompted a yelp of surprise and a burst of laughter.

His hands explored your lower body with a slow intensity that had your heart racing and your skin tingling with pleasure. His mouth left trails of kisses across your belly and thighs. He found all of your most sensitive spots, caressing them with a gentle care that had you gasping for air.

Years of fingering yourself, pretending it was him touching you had finally come to this. Through the haze of lust, you realized that you must have said that out loud because he hummed into your skin.

Kissing the inside of your thigh, he looked up at you. "I was obsessed with the idea of you masturbating. Imagining how you touched yourself, imagining what turns you on."

"When we were younger?" Your eyes were wide.

He shook his head, confessing. "Then and now. I jacked off to the thought of you yesterday." You were taken aback by his admission, but you couldn't help but feel flattered that he'd been fantasizing about you for so long.

Finally, when you thought you could stand no more, his tongue darted out to send shockwaves through your system as it circled around and then dipped inside your already wet pussy. Your mind blanked out at the sensations coursing through you. You felt like flying into pieces just from this one act alone.

He buried his face deep between your legs, while murmuring words of adoration in between each delicious lick of his tongue. Every movement sent orgasmic ripples down your spine until, it hit its climax and all that was left was to bask in its aftermath: complete and utter euphoria.

When he decided you were ready, Aemond reached over to his pants and pulled a condom out of his wallet. Your jealousy was glad he had at least been practicing safe sex with Alys.

To avoid going to a dark place, you said the first thing that came to mind. "Of course your penis would be pretty." It was thick and pink, with just a slight curve to the right that had you expecting good things. A bead of precum leaked out of the tip and you subconsciously licked your lips. You wanted to taste it.

He laughed at you, shaking his head, as he rolled the rubber on. "You think so?"

You didn't trust yourself to speak so you just nodded. With a smirk, he pushed your shoulder lightly, so that you fell back against the bed again and positioned himself so his cock was against your clit. He entered slowly, letting out a moan of pleasure as he filled you up completely.

You dug your nails into his back with each thrust, wanting him deeper and harder each time. His hands were again all over your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He felt like absolute bliss inside of you and it was making your entire body quiver with pleasure in anticipation for what was to come next.

Just when you felt your climax hitting, Aemond’s hips began to cant back and forth in a lazy rhythm. You barely registered that he was fucking with you. You made mewls of protest as he grinded into your pussy.

He wanted you to feel as frustrated as he had felt all these years trying not to chase after your shadow. He chuckled, the low rumble vibrating against your skin. "I've waited so long for this and I'm not going to rush it." Your head felt dizzy.

"P-please, Aemond, please, can I cum? We can go again." You begged between moans.

Aemond seemed to take pity on you, his fingers dug gently into your waist and he kissed your neck softly as he started to thrust fast again. You gasped in pleasure as you felt the delightful sensation of him inside you as his movements increased in depth and intensity.

He was relentless in his pace; each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge until finally he whispered into your ear “Tell me what you need, baby."

One hand moved up to cradle your face while his other caressed down the length of your body. Your skin burned wherever he touched and when his thumb moved to caress circles around your clit you couldn't contain a loud moan that escaped from your lips, "More, Aemond please!"

He grinned down at you "Say it like you mean it, Baby." He commanded before increasing the pressure with each stroke of his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves until finally the pressure became too much for you to take.

With a shuddering cry, you threw back your head and shouted out his name as waves upon waves of pleasure cascaded through every inch of your body, leaving no part untouched in its wake.

He thrust twice more, his mouth slanting over yours in something that was more teeth clashing than a kiss, and stilled. As your breathing slowed down, Aemond collapsed on top of you, exhausted and satisfied.

"Aemonddd," you whined, weakly trying to push his heavy body off and you heard him laugh again. He moved to lay beside you and and held you close. You nuzzled into his chest and felt the warmth of contentment.

You lay there together for a while afterwards, feeling sated yet blissfully relaxed all at once. He kissed your forehead, cock long having gone soft.

"Let me go get something to clean you up with." You didn't want him to get up, but you were too tired to stop him.

After Aemond went to the bathroom, his phone started ringing from somewhere on the floor. You shuffled to hang off the edge of the bed to look at it. You didn’t want to invade his privacy, but the screen was face up. What if it was important?

A small voice in the back of your head reminded you that you didn’t know enough about his current life to discern whether this call could be an emergency… but you looked anyway and your heart sank. That same small voice laughed bitterly ‘and that’s what you get, you dumbass.'

It was Alys. 

You watched the phone vibrate until it stopped ringing. Not two seconds later, a ding signaled that a text message had been delivered.

[INCOMING] “Great seeing you last night, Aem. Sorry I had to rush off but I’ll take that raincheck tonight. Xoxo.”

Your stomach twisted with nausea as realization sunk in—you were just a second choice, the back-up plan for when Alys was too busy. He’d ended up at your door, because he was bored. Or whatever. The schematics didn’t matter.

Anger flooded through you and tears stung your eyes as the voice in your head laughed bitterly at your foolishness. He could never look at you the way he looked at her.

You heard the water shut off from the bathroom and quickly scrambled back to the head of your bed, propping yourself up against the headboard. You mustered up your best lopsided grin for Aemond, trying hard to feign indifference as he entered the room with a towel slung over his shoulder.

He gave you a wink in return and then turned his attention to his phone, picking it up off the ground, he sent out a flurry of messages with a smug look on his face. You scowled when he smiled at the screen, feeling foolish for expecting more than he was capable of giving.

"Texting your ex-girlfriend back?" You allowed the bubbling anger to seep out, feeling completely and utterly played. You sounded every bit of an asshole you thought he was.

Aemond tossed the phone down and looked at you in confusion, all traces of happiness gone. You didn't like how his eyes made you feel anymore, and his silence felt like a confession.

“Wow, I should have known. You two are made for each other you know that." Tears rimmed your eyes "Fuck you, Aemond. I’m so fucking stupid.”

You got up and grabbed your clothes off the ground, you needed to get as far away from him as possible. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your heart break.

He all but jumped over the bed and grabbed your arms, “hey, hey” he tried to calm you down. You wanted to lash out, but knew it wouldn't do any good. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

You didn't want to talk. What was there to say? He had a girlfriend and he only came around when she wasn't available - you get the picture.

So instead of talking, you just looked away, avoiding his gaze and focusing on the floor. Your breathing started to slow as he gently enveloped you into his arms and held you close.

For a moment, everything felt okay again. But then reality hit - your eyes widened as you remembered what had just happened and your stomach dropped in despair. The anger was back in an instant and before you knew it hot tears of rage were flowing down your cheeks.

He held onto you tighter as if trying to shield you from pain with his embrace, rocking back and forth until eventually the tears stopped.

When the storm passed, he pulled away slightly so that he could look into your eyes. He shook you, “Don’t you get it? I didn’t come here because of her, I came here for you, I came here because despite all of our differences, I still care for you.” He pleaded, “I don't want to be with her again.”

Aemond looked more apologetic than you had ever seen him; his features softened as soon as he saw how broken up inside you truly were. You blinked, you were upset and yet so confused. He smiled and kissed your forehead, “It’s you I’ve always wanted, it’s you I still want.”

You desperately wanted to believe him. In your silence, he pulled you back to the bed and held you. Once he was certain that you wouldn't try to flee, he let go of you and picked up his phone. "I want you to see what I wrote to her, Baby."

He showed you the conversation thread, and you audibly groaned in response.

[OUTGOING] 'no need. i meant what i said last night, Alys. i'm not going to change my mind.'

[OUTGOING] 'i'm tired of us getting in the way of better things. better relationships.'

[OUTGOING] 'have fun with the stark kid, i hope you don't fuck that up.'

He waited for you to finish reading and look back at him. "I blocked her too."

[fellominaarcher]

GOT MARRIED - YOO JIMIN; KARINA

1, An Agreement

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SM CONFERENCE ROOM

"WHAT?!"

That cry caused the entire building to tremble, ranging in magnitude from 2.5 to 5.4, which was enough to cause some minor damage.

The girls and the other room staff members clung to each other for dear life.

Karina's mind was spinning with a moment of scepticism.

The producer bowed his head. "Yes, Karina, as I just said," he said again.

"We chose Jang Y/N as your spouse in this new WGM show, and our staffs also discussed it with her group," the conversation continued.

The girls' expressions of disbelief remain unchanged.

Winter let out a sigh. "But this is also good because it will bring Aespa to the forefront because her girl group is a little older than ours," the lead vocalist suggested.

Another member of staff stepped in. "If Jimin refuses, we may have to choose other girls," the staff informed.

The staff and the producer exchanged glances as they raised their shoulders.

Only the girls and Jimin knew why she sighed in frustration.

"That's all for today; hopefully your management will call us once we've reached an agreement," the producer spoke as he stood up.

The crews from We Got Married had already left, leaving only the girls and their staffs in the room.

Ningning looked at her leader "So, how's now unnie?" she queried.

"I believe MYs are supportive," Karina responded, her hand was massaging the bridge of her nose.

Giselle caressed her back. "We should talk more with our management because we know this industry," the Japanese girl suggested.

"We definitely don't have options," Giselle concluded.

In the same conference room

Unfortunately for Aespa, today is the last discussion before they meet YN's group, DayDream.

The subject of death or whatever else. This is the type of discussion where the final decision will be made.

Aespa's leader sat cautiously in her chair, but her heart was racing the entire time.

The surface simply does not meet.

After a few minutes of waiting for the crews to arrive with DayDream, they're finally here.

Maybe that's a good thing?

Minjeong said to Karina, "Hey, look at there," and she alerted the older one.

Karina's gaze was drawn to DayDream, where she hoped to find the previously discussed Jang Y/N.

The first impression.

Mr. Producer presented DayDream excitedly, and the girl group bowed and introduced themselves.

Aespa got to their feet, bent down, and introduced themselves as well on Karina's cue.

DayDream took their seats, which were opposite Aespa's.

The producer began, glancing at Y/N. "So, DayDream, do you want to change the participant?" Y/N sat across from Minjeong.

They exchanged a few whispers before nodding in agreement.

"We haven't yet decided about changing the participant," Yurim, DayDream's leader, stated.

"But, we agreed for Y/N to appear on the show," the DayDream leader stated.

"Because she's one of our most popular members, so that's the decision." Oh Yurim concluded.

DayDream nodded in agreement, Jang Y/N, the group's second visual and lead vocalist.

"So we thought she'd be perfect with any of the Aespa members, because they're all incredibly gorgeous and talented," the leader continued.

The producer, Mr Seung Sik, nodded as he listened to them.

He exhaled deeply. "I completely agree on this one," he said, looking around.

"Since Aespa hasn't decided which member they'd send over," appears to be a continuation.

While reading the page in his notepad, he swirled his pen.

The man in his mid-forties coughed asked, "Why not, either Karina or Winter?" while pointing at those two.

When this happens, they usually choose the most beautiful and popular members of a kpop group.

Giselle sighed, remembering how difficult it was for the chosen members.

She held hands with Winter; strangely, the four girls appeared nervous and tense.

"I'll do it," Winter offered, raising her hand to volunteer.

Y/N was taken aback, but she nodded in agreement.

Karina grabbed Winter's hand. "No, let's give it some thought first!" She quickly stepped in.

Her face was flushed with worries. "Give us until 11:59 p.m., and I'll call you personally," the girl spoke as she stood up.

She sighed and walked out of there as quickly as she could.

Everyone was taken aback by the unexpected mini-outburst.

Aespa was excused by Giselle as they all exited the room simultaneously.

NIGHT TIME

Aespa's dorm

Ningning shook her head and looked at Karina. "Geez, understandable girl," she muttered as she chewed.

Winter nodded as well.

Karina groaned in frustration as she buried her head in her arms.

Giselle rolled her eyes and walked over to Karina.

She knelt down. "I understand you're still struggling with your sexuality, which is why you're acting this way," she patted the girl's shoulder.

Everyone nodded and agreed silently, knowing that their leader is a young woman struggling with her sexuality.

WGM was completely responsible for her agitation.

"It's fine, unnie. Perhaps this show will allow you to dive deep." Minjeong stated her point of view.

Karina's head jerked up, startling Giselle as she stood up and fished her phone from her back pocket.

"This girl, tch..." Giselle reprimanded in hushed tones.

Later that night...

She typed the name of the person she wanted to call while her hands trembled. Her breath does as well.

Fuck it. She thought to herself.

She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear, waiting for it to ring.

The PD finally answered the phone after about 7 seconds of waiting.

"Oh Karina!" he exclaimed, laughing.

"Hello..." she sighed from the other side.

"I decided that I would be in the show," Jimin said of her desire to appear on the TV show.

A second of silence "Wow- this really surprised me!" he exclaimed.

The man laughed happily, "This is really great, I'll inform SM and the other related staffs," he explained the process to her.

"I hope I don't come to regret my decision," the beautiful woman said.

"Don't worry, I promise you won't regret it!" he sighed, still pleased with Karina's decision.

"We'll get started next week, as scheduled," the PD said.

To acknowledge him, she simply nodded and hummed.

That's it, see you," she said hastily, her tone turning icy.

Her mood completely changed, and she abruptly ended the call, while three mouseketeers eavesdropped behind her.

They immediately rushed to her and gave her a group hug when she turned around and stared at them with a defeated expression.

Hours later

12:38am

DINGG!!

The girl was alerted by her phone, causing her to awaken from her somnolent state of slumber.

She grunted, realising she had forgotten to turn off her phone before going to bed.

The girl took her phone from the nightstand, which caused her eyes to widen.

There will be no more sleepyheads.

She stared at the text for a moment, not knowing who it was from.

typing...

Woah, who is this and why is Yoo Jimin being referred to as a goddess?

She took a deep breath and tapped out her reply.

When she realised who she was speaking to, she groaned loudly while rolling her eyes.

But the girl also feels terrible about acting like this to her supposed future wife.

For the sake of the fans, this is the person who will engage in all of the romantic activities with her.

Can't be helped because Karina has a rather rocky past and fell in love with a former close friend from school.

She quickly falls in love.

That is Karina's issue; as a result, her friend have traumatised her.

The read receipt that Y/N had left on the screen caused Jimin to pause for a moment as she gave it some thought.

Is it possible that I offended her?

She was still staring at the unsaved number as she went to edit and save it in her phone.

Jang Y/N?

She saved her phone number with a question mark at the end of her name.

The girl exited their chatroom; Y/N is still active, but she hasn't responded.

Jimin was literally left on read.

She let out a sigh. "Perhaps I did that," she murmured, referring to the fact that she had offended Y/N.

She decided not to care, as much as she wanted to.

The girl muted her phone and set it back on the nightstand.

She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep.

Got Married chapters

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Rise!Dredge AU sketches #1

I haven't really drawn the others in a long while so, I started small with getting an idea of the hats and some accessories they'll wear before brainstorming the outfits. More additional info in the read more if you want to know more details about it. (Minor spoilers about the game as well)

I had previous thoughts about the idea of cloaking brooches whenever the guys stop by the Marrows. Since its mostly humans in that area. And maybe at Gale Cliffs because of the Retired Whaler and the two other residents still living there.

And the only time where they don't use it is whenever April's around. She works along side the Traveling Merchant in this au. And TM's too busy with other things to care about that sort of thing. (She's mostly chill with them but, has the same annoyance like whenever the turtle's boat is damaged.)

But, the last minute changes while adding some tiny details to April's necklace made me change my mind for three of them. The Hamato cloaking brooches repurposed by Mikey's artistic skill to turn his into a secured accessory pin on his beanie hat. Donnie with a choker necklace and April having hers as a celebratory gift after successfully getting her license to work as a merchant.

So its Splinter, Leo, and Raph that hasn't really changed theirs. Aside from it being the main symbol over the turtle insignia on Leo or Raph's belt.

The youngest siblings get beanie hats and the oldest siblings and Splinter gets different hats. I saw one post with some of the concept art from the game (namely the playable fisherman character) and most referred it from there for the turtles. I tried drawing a rain hat on Raph so its meh compared to the others... I wasn't sure to give April a similar hat like the Shipwright npc has but, for now it might be easier to stick with the sketch I recently did. Since one of the episodes from the show had her in that hairstyle for a few minutes. As for Splinter, the straw beach hat just fits him. And I might draw one for Donnie as well because again he wore one during the Portal Jacked episode lol.

Extra Info towards my rottmnt ocs below so thanks for reading this far > w o

Laverne in the left photo:

She's more friendly compared to the in-game hooded figures. The five eyes used to be regular moles but, ate many aberration fish and eventually mutated into a leatherback sea turtle. And in this au, its Mikey that meets her but, almost got scared seeing her with those eyes hidden in the hood.

I started with this sketch first and lining this in pen was a good decision for future sketches on here and my main blog!

Joyce in the right photo:

She wanted to get revenge at the eldritch creature living near Stellar Basin. After her dad was forced along with dumb family members that believed they can reach fame and fortune by killing the beast with just whaling equipment. She wasn't successfully and later dying with wounds from the aberration jellyfish and its jelly bombs' allies.

I'm still eh about this mutant mermaid design... (except for the seaweed top piece) so it might be a while where I'll finally be satifisied with her design. TT _ TT

[dragynkeep]

Hey I've been "anti-ship" for as long as I've been in fandom (so like ten years) but I'm trying to change my views. For the record I've never engaged in anti communities and I don't condone or engage in harassment simply because while I am technically anti ship I just think it's a real non issue compared to like real actual abuse. I'm likewise morally opposed to drawn and written nsfw depictions of minors but do not believe it's CSEM and again it's comparatively just not that big of a deal(cont)

(cont) so basically I just want to challenge my opposition. I said I haven't engaged with anti communities because I believe they're toxic and aside from harassing people they have been demonstrated to harbor actual predators projecting. Your blog is one I often read to help me challenge these views. A few days ago you said something about it being scientifically proven that the fiction you consume doesn't have an impact on you and I had no idea that had even been studied (cont) (cont) and I was hoping you'd be able to provide some sources for the publications. I'm an academic, so having actual data to demonstrate that this type of fiction isn't harmful would go a really long way in helping me get past my hangups. As much as I'd just like to be able to take the word of other survivors, it's just way harder to trust hearsay. Anyway, thank you for time. I really enjoy reading your opinions and they've been really helpful in reframing how I think of this (end)

Honestly, from what you described, it sounds more like you just have certain hangups on certain tropes than being an "anti". Being an anti isn't just not liking certain fictional things, but a mindset that liking said things means you condone them in real life. Because you know that harrassment is wrong and people will simply like what you don't, and that's fine, is honestly more of a proshipping mindset to me.

Whether you identify with the term or not is entirely up to you, that's just how it reads to me. I think you're perfectly valid in not liking nsfw, especially around minors, as I am, and I don't think you should feel like you need to be challenged in that mindset because you're not actively going after people who don't think like you.

Simply, you're just putting down standards and letting people live.

As for the scientifically proven mention for how fiction impacts the reader, this post that has all the scientific links should give you something to read over. Fiction ultimately cannot put in new ideas into your head unless there was a space for them to begin with, which is where propaganda and ignorance comes into play.

Like the Jaws argument. The book and the movie didn't push people to suddenly wanna kill all these sharks, but it played on the already existing fear of sharks, something that is dangerous and lives in places that people do not naturally come from, and makes it seem cool and justified to go out and kill these sharks.

Because people did not have the knowledge that the portrayal of the great white in the movie is extremely inaccurate, and already played on their prenotion that sharks are monsterous human eating machines that need to be eradicated.

Ships and fiction follows the same idea. If someone reading an adult/child ship and is already a victim being groomed, they are in a different mindset that will almost glamourise and excuse what's happening because it's happening to them. Compare that to someone who already knows that pedophilia/incest/rape is bad, the fiction they consume won't suddenly make them want to do it.

Like with Game of Thrones depicting the Lannister incest or the gratuitous rape, that didn't suddenly make fans think it's okay to fuck their sibling or go out and rape someone. If someone who consumes this fiction then goes out and does it, they were already struggling mentally to begin with.

Hope this helps!

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Drawn Sept 25 2024 (vs at latest may 2018) Originals were done on my phone so it wasn't exactly up to par with my usual stuff at the time (colours were off, and I just had trouble drawing the shapes, and used a stabilizer iirc) but I thought I could try 'em again.

As you can see, neither character's changed much design-wise. I've changed details of Diera's (red hair) face a few times but nothing really stuck 'til now, and she became more red in 2020, I wanna say? She always had the bangs but I used to struggle with them and apparently didn't draw them in this 2018 one. Liliam's (blue hair) outfit changed colours a little bit. She used to always have a black shirt, although I think she more often had gray pants (or at least that's what she had in-game when I first made her) since her outfit was ripped from nepeta leijon. her hair got more cyan, longer, and less straight, and her eyes match her hair now mostly in 2022 But overall these are relatively minor, most interesting is their faces ig. I've never really changed my characters when redesigning them that much, and while I've retroactively added meaning to character design choices (ie. Liliam being a scientist was an idea I first had in 2019 and didn't even stick til 2022, but that's when I made that coat thing into her "lab coat" and later fleshed that out) I've never (maybe once) redesigned them to add anything to these characters in line with their new personalities.. I might do that eventually but there's a couple other designs I want to do first Anyway as for these drawings I wanted to try doing different angles than I normally do to make these more interesting looking, so I got some reference for that the new Diera drawing looks less like she's taunting you and more like she's bragging to someone else. you're not even worth it. You may also notice that sword on her hip on the new drawing does not match with her at all because of the colours, and you'd be correct it is not hers, it belongs to Miles (which I should give a proper design to his sword as well, I didn't really think about it when I first drew it. I haven't actually posted that drawing on here). It is also kinda tacked on and the perspective is probably off but ignore that part I do not know why the old drawing of Liliam has this weird, choppy hair. I can't tell if it was intentional or I was that bad at drawing short hair (I do know earlier that year I avoided giving characters short hair for that reason). And I think it was just a screen colour calibration issue/colour filter I forgot to turn off but holy shit her face? "We found a fucking ghost and decided the best course of action is to badly paint on blush" I mentioned "in-game" earlier, these guys were originally made in Terraria. The thing Liliam is holding was supposed to be based on the Nebula Arcanum, although in the original I could not pull up reference. I just kept it pink here cause it would be kinda complimentary to her forest green/cyan

[bedlamsbard]

went digging and found the summaries/back cover copy I came up with back in the day (2013), which are all in like. slightly different genres based on which set of characters they focus on.

Version 1

It has been a thousand years since the Calormene Occupation of Narnia ended. The world has changed since King Tirian's time; this Narnia is a land of industry, high-speed rail, and thriving cities. To most, it seems as if Narnia has finally come into her own. But even in this land of plenty and wealth, there is something rotten at the core of Narnia.

It begins with a series of bombings in the capital, Cair Paravel. Dozens die. Worse, the bombings don't end there, but spur copycats in Narnia's other cities. Initially, these attacks are blamed on nonhuman terrorist groups, but when a strange power begins stirring in the east, it soon becomes clear that there may be something far more malicious at play. There is a seemingly unstoppable force from beyond the Great Eastern Ocean that will not stop until Narnia is on her knees. It is a new enemy -- or a very, very old one.

Kyrinn Locke is reading archaeology at the University of Glasswater. So far she's been lucky: the bombings haven't touched her directly. But her comfortable life is threatened when a pair of unexpected visitors come to her door in the midst of a chaotic night in Glasswater. As the situation in Narnia intensifies, Kyrinn and her friends find that they might be the only people capable of giving Narnia a fighting chance against the growing darkness from the east, but at what cost?

Only old gods can fight the oldest of the old.

Version 2

It has been a year since Jill Pole and Eustace Scrubb returned from a Narnia as irrevocably changed as they are. Even as they struggle to return to life in a grim post-War England, unable to come to terms with what they've experienced, they find themselves once more drawn back to Narnia -- but a Narnia like they've never known it before.

While only a year has passed for Jill and Eustace, almost a millennium has passed in the land of Narnia. Jill and Eustace find themselves in the thriving metropolis of Cair Paravel, now a city of fast cars, neon lights, and skyscrapers: Narnia's technology now far outpaces that of England. But even in this high-tech paradise, something dark is stirring. Inexplicable terrorist attacks have shaken Narnia to its very core, killing dozens and injuring hundreds. The peace and prosperity of this once-familiar land rest on the blade of a knife.

For some, it has never existed. Jill and Eustace soon find that Narnia has long been wrought by internal tensions between the human majority and what remains of Narnia's nonhuman populations, who are being blamed for the terrorist attacks. In the wake of this seemingly domestic violence, peace in Narnia threatens to fracture into chaos and open war, led on one side by the dwarven activist Aerin Ironstone and on the other by human hardliners within the government. But Jill and Eustace suspect that there is something far more pernicious at the root of Narnia's troubles -- and that there's more to come.

And worse, they still don't know what -- or who -- brought them back to a world that they thought they had left behind.

Version 3

The kingdom of Narnia is a different land that it was almost three thousand years ago, in the Golden Age of the High King and his siblings. Oil rigs drill in the Bight of Calormen, high-speed railways cut across the country, and centaurs live in reservations in the few remaining remote regions of Narnia. Talking beasts are as much a myth as the White Witch or the Great Lion.

For the officers of the Intelligence and Security Service, peace in Narnia is barely balanced on the blade of a knife. Simmering tensions between the human majority and nonhuman minority populations constantly threaten to erupt into a full-fledged race war, something that the government and the Service would both prefer to avoid. When a series of bombings strike at Narnia's major cities, killing dozens and injuring hundreds, officer Idis Agathon thinks that the war has finally begun. And when the notorious dwarven terrorist Aerin Ironstone, leader of the Daughters of Stone, is released from prison on a technicality, all signs point to the situation getting much, much worse. But as Idis and her partner Khoury St. Tumnus race to find the culprits behind the bombings, they soon find their paths crossing with the Daughters of Stone. And when a devastating new series of attacks begins, it soon becomes clear that the true danger does not come from within Narnia, but from far over the Great Eastern Ocean.

Narnia is a land of reason and science, of mobile phones, automobiles, and assault rifles. But if Idis and Aerin want to save the country they both love, not only will they have to trust each other, they'll have to reach back into Narnia's distant past, into a world of myth, legend, and magic. Because the enemy that Narnia faces now is older and more powerful than anything they can imagine, and he has been waiting for his vengeance for a long, long time...

occasionally I think idly about Revelations, the Warsverse/Dustverse generations-later fic where Narnia is now 21st century Modern and is about to be embroiled in an "on earth as it is in heaven" war between the deified Pevensies and the returned Aslan against a background of intense civil unrest in a highly-stratified society, told through the points of view of an all-female dwarven terrorist group, a group of university students, a mixed-species MI5/FBI-ish task force, and Eustace Scrubb and Jill Pole, who went back to England after Dust and are now back in Narnia from 1940s/50s England having the culture shock of their lives. is this not how we write portal fantasy.

I am generally ideologically opposed to scraping the serial numbers off fic but for Rev I think I'd probably have to since it's so disconnected from mainline Narnia. on the other hand I don't know how well any of this aged given that I came up with it, like, more than ten years ago. though I am probably better equipped to write about it now than when I was 22. (concept writing for this exists somewhere, but because it's a direct sequel to Dust and Dust was never finished I never did serious work on it. plus even back then I knew it would probably work better as an original.)

[amyable--nature]

Phantom Broadway changes/updates:

I don't remember all the lyric changes. The lines about the chandelier were different during the auction, Angel of Music switched "distant through all the applause" to "through all the encores" "your face christine it's white" changed to "christine, are you all right?" Quite a few of the Phantom's lines in Final Lair were changed, I don't remember all of them but he says "but of course, sir" instead of "be my guest, sir". That's about all the lyric changes I remember but I liked them.

Ballerinas wearing rag curls during Hannibal

Meg and Christine hug after "who is your new tutor?"

At the top of the title song, no more Phantom and Christine walking across the stage and going through the trap door. Raoul walks across the stage as the ballerinas run across in the opposite direction. He holds eye contact with Madame Giry for a moment, then they all exit the stage as the Phantom and Christine appear at the ramp above the stage as they used to.

Mirror bride no longer has a creepy doll face she's just wearing the veil over her face and I loved it. Looks so spooky.

During Magical Lasso, Meg is the one who said "the Punjab Lasso!"

Minor, but I noticed Firmin not wearing his coat in Notes.

Madame Giry strikes her cane to remind Andre to bring the ballet from Act III.

ACT II:

Firmin reveals a skeleton rib cage shirt for his masquerade costume, then Andre reveals his full skeleton costume, got a big laugh. Very cute.

Some choreography changes during Masquerade.

Also, no bumble bee costume that I could see. Maybe an alternate track?

The whole chorus hums Piangi's "tan tan tan" note.

Best change: Christine has all the power in Point of No Return. At the end of the song, she feels the Phantom's mask under the hood and that shocks him, he tries to leave but she grabs him and pulls him close to finish the song (kind of like, no this was your idea let's pursue it) and throws his hood off. As the guns are drawn on him, she's the one who signals them to back off. I. Loved. It.

Phantom didn't go after Raoul with the candle. He just grabbed the lasso, sort of raised it a bit more and threw it down. I hope that's a permanent change and not a glitch.

That's all I remember right now but I'll add more as I think of it. Orchestra was sublime, LED lights will take some getting used to, sets and costumes still maintain the integrity of the original.

And I just have to say, the vocals of the trio are beautiful. Having three incredibly strong singers in the leads was Heaven. Also, I haven't felt very pro Phantom/Christine feelings while seeing this show live for quite some time, but with this portrayal of a stronger Christine and a more vulnerable Phantom...part of me is disappointed that she leaves in the end and I don't usually feel that way anymore. Just my opinion, though.

[drakeotomy]

This is Ma'Sharri (Lucky child). She's a 19yo Ohmes-Raht. If I had to give her a class, I'd say a Merchant (with a minor in Thief). I have yet to make her in game, and I haven't drawn in forever so a Picrew will have to suffice (I quite like the results of this one anyway. If I'd change anything on it, I'd give her some light striping on her short, tan-brown fur). I'm having a hard time finding flow-y sorta gypsy-like clothing that I'd like her to have. Besides, I'm still working on making modlists for each OC.

She grew up in a trade caravan in Anequina along with a few other children. She of course learned many common skills prized by the Khajiit (stealth, agility, cleverness...petty thievery...). She also took to crafting and enchanting trinkets, jewelry, and charms for the caravan to sell. She quite enjoys working with the little bits and pieces, and talking customers into buying her wares.

She's a very upbeat and energetic young woman who usually has a smile on her face. Often looking at the brighter side of things and thinking the best of people, she can sometime get into some trouble. While not particularly strong, she's not to bad with a dagger or two. But mostly just runs away and evades any aggressors.

Unfortunately, a tragedy happens to the caravan (I have yet to decide what happens) and her parent(s) are killed among other caravan members. While grieving she still kept a smile, though a bit subdued and tired. After a while she decided she needed a change of pace and decided to seek out her uncle Ri'saad and his own traveling caravan.

Now, I have yet to decide if she has the canon start to the game, and if she's even Dragonborn or not. My brain is a bit vague when coming up with backstory, this is the most fleshed out I've made it in all honesty. Once in Skyrim, she amasses a few companions. I'm still working on who, but I've decided that she will definitely have Khash as she is also a teenager having been thrust into the world and looking for adventure. Inigo will very likely join them, I'm iffy on Lucien, perhaps some from Khajiit will follow. I mostly want a found family type thing that will band together and protect the young'uns until they get stronger. So if anyone has follower suggestions that might fit that, I'm up for recommendations.

She'll likely learn some healing spells and minor destruction spells to assist her compatriots. I found this "Dance to buff allies/curse enemies" mod that I'm thinking of for her... I'm not sure what questlines she'll get in to. I'm thinking of focusing her more on her merchant abilities. She likely won't get into any romances, and she's mostly just looking for some adventure. I'll probably use a mod where exp is gained by exploring and completing quests than the vanilla leveling system.

I've also got Pahmar & Dagi-Raht OCs that I could share, if you like. Though they're much less fleshed out than Ma'Sharri.

Btw, if anyone has/comes across an Ohmes/Ohmes-Raht/other rarely-seen Khajiit type OC send me a link please!!

I just think they're neat!