#I just want to meet more people that like the same as me ksksks

[selfshippingpolls]

You have f/os from keroro gunsou/sgt frog?

If you can reblog this so I can get bigger numbers

[debb987]

UAHHHH!!! i read your eldest brother fic this week (i had started it earlier but hadn’t gotten more than a few chapters and i finally sat myself down to read it), and let me say it’s AMAZING!!!!! probably my fav fic in the fandom tbh. it’s incredible. i love the way you handle both splinters, while not apologizing for their actions you point out that it’s not impossible to change and that GROWING is something that is not impossible. i think that this type of character development, regarding flawed characters who aren’t villains necessarily but are definitely not helping the protagonists is hard to come by and i really appreciate how you handle it. i also would just like to put into words how much i love and appreciate raph and his alters. i am not a part of a system but i know of people who are, and i have sent them this fic so that they know that they are being represented in media!! because god knows there’s not enough DID representation around. raph’s system is incredibly well done and written, and i love each of his alters equally, they’re all amazing. AND RAPH HIMSELF!!!! is a phenomenal character i hope you know that. he has gone from my least fav rise turtle to battling for first BECAUSE OF YOUR FIC!!!!!!! i think he is just. the guy ever /pos. i hope that he gets to keep his new adopted bros as well as the old. speaking of new bros, i love the way both the rise boys and 2012 boys are written. i LOVE seeing the similarities and (haunting) differences each pair of bros has. i cant wait for them to meet up and for them to all just become besties with the same older brother. i also really, really want to see cassandra, mostly because i just want raph to be himself without having to take care of his bros. i just think he deserves someone to talk to and appreciate who doesn’t have to rely on him all the time. truthfully i just wanna see their wholesome dynamic; raph deserves some platonic love.

(mostly i just wanted to tell u how much i appreciate and love this fic. it has been such a treasure to read. you are a phenomenal writer who has made me love both the rise and 2012 boys even more. never stop doing what u do ❤️)

lmao sorry for the rant

I'm gushing right back and it's so long so more below the cut!

OMG AKSJDAKSHD AHHHHHH This is so flattering, I'm exploding!/pos This fandom has so many great fics, for TEB to be among the favorites it's really high praise, such an honor 🥹🥹💕💕

The "Splinter is Trying" tag, my beloved!!! 🥰🥰 Both Splinters are very flawed, yes, but OH How I love sinking my author claws deep into their characters to pull them apart and take a peek at their core. What caused this? Do they realize? Do they try to improve? TEB is just one massive Character Analysis in form of a story aksjdakjshd👌👌

Ahhh thank you so much, I really tried to give justice to the Raph has DID tag!! I'm not a system, nor am I friends with any in IRL, so all of it is lots of investigation on different sources and I'm happy it's coming across as good representation so far 🥰🥹 Even though TEB is NOT an educational novel on these matters in any shape or form, I do try to give good rep whenever possible 💕💕

SFKJSSJS YES! YES! Convert to the dark side, come put Raph among the top fav turtles! 😈😇ksksksk Welcome to the club 🤝🤝 the fact that TEB managed to somewhat rise his spot in the "Favorite turtles" list is also high praise, I'm so flattered, I love him so much and sharing that to the point of making others love him too is flattering🥳🥳🥳

I love writing their similarities and diferences too! The 12 and Rise brothers have so many similarities on their "core" but circumstances shaped them to be different, their own individuals, and I love to explore that along with the parallels ksksks I really can't wait for them to meet! 🤩🤩

Cassandra is the best, fr fr, I'm really looking forward to that part of the story where Raph can finally take a break from family-matters and can just be silly and chaotic with his bff 😌👏

I love the rant, I love it with all my heart, like please, PLEASE, if you can copy-paste it in AO3, Idc which chapter, or if its Anon, just let it be there so I don't lose it to Tumblr ephemerality 🥹🥹 It's such a beautifully long comment, I love gushing about these sm, I love sitting down to answer all my comments in AO3 aksjdajsda but overall just.

Thank you for taking the time to write this and let me know, you brightened my day, I'm smiling so much! As I read this, as I answer this!! Thank you! And I hope the story continues to be enjoyable 🥰🥰

[treasure-hwa]

track 10. BESIDE U

feat: seungcheol x reader

release date: february 28th 2022

genre: distance relationship; fluff, a bit suggestive at the end

word count: 1319

warning: make out (should that be a warning?)

author's note: aaaaand we are done with the series!! Thank you so much for the support and feedback you all gave me throughout this month 💕💕 It was the first time I posted so many things in a month and I must say it was fun and stressful at the same time, and some of the imagines weren't even that good ksksk my next goal is to finally be able to write a full fanfic ksjsks

All About Luv Day Masterlist

When you decided to conciliate dating and studying abroad, many people said you wouldn't be able to, that if you loved your boyfriend, you had to give up on going on the exchange, and if you really wanted to go on the exchange, you had to break up.

Oh, how wrong were they.

It was surely hard to be apart, but you and Seungcheol had been on this for years now, since he was an idol and needed to travel quite often. And how could you even think about breaking up with the love of your life? The sweet boy you had known and crushed on since high school? At the same time you couldn't give up on your relationship, you couldn't give up on the exchange you have been dreaming of for all your life, Seungcheol would never let you anyway.

When you told him the news you got into the university you wanted to, he was just as happy. He jumped with you and pecked your whole face several times while congratulating you for all your effort. As the term "distance relationship" was brought up by you, he didn't hesitate in telling you it would be amazing, that you would work it out and he would facetime you everyday to make sure you were having a good time in another country. His smile didn't drop once.

Small things like that made you sure he was the one.

However, five months into the new lifestyle, you were going through a hard day and messaged Seungcheol about how badly you wanted him to be your pillow. He thought your sweet message was quite cute, but the photo you attached with it was insanely adorable: cheek squished against your soft pillow, eyes closed and a pout that asked for a kiss.

At that moment, he decided you deserved a kiss for all your hard work, so he did what any other desperate (and rich) boyfriend would do in his situation: he booked a flight to meet you.

Loverboy💕: you can't expect me to be okay after your message

You: why?

Loverboy💕: I must see you now

You: a pity we're so far… and the next holiday is far too

Loverboy💕: holidays won't be needed

Loverboy💕: because I'll be there tomorrow

You: what??

Loverboy💕: bear with your pillow just one more night and then I'm coming to you

— Darling, can you send me your location? I'm a little lost here — he chuckled.

— Cheol! Are you really here?! — you shouted over the phone.

He asked for the voice call to be turned into a video call and you accepted right away, seeing the man you love on the sidewalk, probably, smiling his cute smile at you.

— Hey, my darling. Did you think I was joking?

Your smile was so wide it hid your watery eyes.

— Where are you?

He showed you the local sign, asking once again for your location, since he couldn't understand the local language as well as you. You sent him your location and in less than ten minutes of walking, there was a knock on your door, to which you rushed to open, already crying out his name:

— Cheol~!

— It's me! Open the d-

His sentence was left unfinished because you threw yourself on him, burying your face on his neck and breathing in his familiar scent, that brought you nothing but calmness and comfort. You swore you and Seungcheol sniffed at the same time, keeping the tears inside, but you would never admit that to others.

— Cheol, how did you-

— I booked the first flight I found.

— But your work-

— Didn't I say we took a break?

You didn't answer, for your lips were too busy searching for his. Your hands took off his beanie and let it fall on the ground, so they would have free access to caress his hair. His arms sneaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You two spent long seconds on that slow kiss, but Seungcheol broke it with a playful whisper in your ear:

— Can we go inside now? It's kinda cold here.

You detached yourself from his body as quickly as possible and pulled him inside after he took off his shoes.

— Uhm, sorry, I don't have slippers your size — you scratched the back of your neck, still a little disoriented from the precious kiss.

He shook his head, smiled and said it was no problem, before going to your bed and sitting on the edge.

— So… here's where my darling has been living — the man looked around, side smiling at the small details that made obvious the house was yours. The fairy lights, the books, the photo frames, the tiny vase plants…

— Yeah. Do you like it?

He hadn't noticed how much he missed you until he saw you had another place that was so far away from his.

— I loved it — he nodded at his surroundings. — It looks quite comfortable... it's lacking something, though this can be easily adjusted.

You looked back at him and signaled with your head so he could keep talking.

— It's lacking… me — he threw his back on the bed, testing its softness.

You chuckled and shook your head softly while getting on top of him. You had missed every single thing about Seungcheol: the way he would be sappy at every opportunity, the way his clothes fitted him, the softness of his hair and of his lips… seeing him through the camera just wasn't the same, even if you were glad you had it.

You looked down and appreciated the face of the man you love closely, noticing the spark in his eyes and the slight tug of the corner of his mouth when you held his face and called his name softly.

— Yes, darling?

— Kiss me?

His smile couldn't be contained anymore, so he just let it stretch on his face while he held yours and rubbed your noses together. Few seconds later, he united your mouths, tasting it as never before, just like the first time you kissed for real. Breathless, he touched your forehead with his and asked:

— Oh, new chapstick?

— Yeah. Strawberry.

— Nice.

And went back to kissing you like his life depended on it. He whispered you could use him all night long, however you wanted, however you needed… as your pillow. You laughed and slapped his shoulder, hiding your embarrassed face on his neck, getting the opportunity to kiss the place softly.

Minutes passed with you two in the same position, comfortably hugging each other, focusing on the other's breathing pattern and unconsciously matching it. It was quiet and intimate and lovely, exactly what you missed the most about being with your boyfriend.

After deciding you had enough time like that, you supported yourself on your hands and asked him:

— How long are you staying?

— Four days.

— That's not much — you pouted.

— I know, but that's what I could do.

— It's okay, it's perfect like that.

He didn't answer you. His focus was on brushing your hair behind your ear and caressing your arm.

— You're beautiful.

— And you're crazy to have traveled here without thinking twice.

— I'm just in deep love with you — he said, almost whispering, as he propped himself on his elbows to reach your soft lips and to peck them longly. — I would cross oceans for you and get to you just in time to be your pillow.

Your eyes sparkled with pure love and his followed yours.

— Are you hungry? — you whispered, tracing his nose and lips with your finger.

— Only for you.

Let's just say you had a very good night and slept the best since you had arrived at your new place.

taglist: @laconic-abditory @ellelabelle

© treasure-hwa 2022, all rights reserved. do not repost or translate in any platform.

[thebadbatch]

Hii, I have a request.

Could you, pretty please write reader being to the Bad Batch, during the Bad Batch what Omega is to them (I still don’t know how to define that ksksks), but when order 66 happens and they take Omega she is super jealous and such (and could you please also do your writer magick to include Crosshair with them)? Thank you so so much, you’re a very sweet person

A/N: I really hope that this is okay! If there's anything you want changed or added then DM me! :3 Enjoy!

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader

Plot: You are apart of Clone Force 99 but had been captured by the Empire and seperated from your brothers who had no idea you existed. Upon escape they find you and it's your goal to get your little sister back too.

Warnings: None, just a little intense with the Empire and a little violence.

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Ad'ika

Rapidly running through the halls you finally shut yourself into a room, panting heavily within an attempt to capture your breath. You were currently stuck on an imperial ship, the plan you had been trying to muster up for months was finally in place but storm troopers were hot on your tail. You were a clone, a young one a part of some experimental unit but you were said to be the first female one. The empire had gotten you when order 66 commenced and nobody cared, everybody watched as they took you to experiment on and nobody was there to help or assist you. Sighing softly you turned toward the hallway you were supposed to go down beginning to pull yourself towards it. 

"Escape pods…" You whispered to nobody in particular, beginning to pull it open and activate it. 

"Halt! Step away from the escape pod, kid." The storm troopers voice muffled out, a blaster pointed in your direction. Staring at him you just ran into the pod, slamming the door shut behind you which thankfully prevented any blaster shots hitting you. What button were you supposed to press? They all looked different and you couldn't mess up, not now at least. You could already hear the footsteps of the reinforcements coming toward your location, so within a final attempt you pressed one of the buttons which thankfully freed you into the space before you - guiding you throughout nowhere. You were free, but at what cost? Nobody was there, no planets were nearby and you were lost in the middle of space. A small child alone, nowhere - this was it. At least you weren't in imperial hands anymore and you were free on your own terms. Gazing around at the newly found controls, you clicked a square button that blinked rapidly. A communications device? You've seen these briefly before, perhaps some other people would find you? 

"Hello?" You spoke softly, voice echoing in the small escape pod as the cold began to finally get to you. "I'm y/n, I'm a part of experimental unit 99 and I'm lost. Please help." You whispered out, praying to the stars somebody could hear you and could save you. If the empire arrived before somebody else could then that would be it. Back to square one. But there was definitely a spark of hope, one in which you were going to dream of as your eyes shut allowing you to fall into a much needed cold slumber. Perhaps when you woke up things would be better? 

"Hello?" The ship's communication device lit up before 5 men who rushed into the cockpit, Tech accepting the signal and listening. "I'm y/n, I'm part of experimental unit 99 and I'm lost. Please help." The men turned to one another questioning the words that were spoken by an unknown user. 

"Experimental unit 99?" Hunter repeated, keeping his eyes trained on Tech who looked equally as confused as his brother. 

"That's our unit!" Wrecker interjected, confused but still rather excited at the message they had received. 

"Don't be stupid, Wrecker." Crosshair grumbled, moving over toward his brothers - a toothpick lingering between his lips. "Are we supposed to actually believe they're a part of our unit?" Echo nodded lightly, gazing at them all as Tech took a soft breath in allowing the confusion to lift. 

"Well, it's still highly possible they could have created others before us and lingered us all a part of the same batch." Hunter sat in the Co pilot's chair, beginning to press certain things on the control panel. "But it could still be a trap, we can't be certain they made others before us-" Hunter's voice soon pushed Techs aside, abruptly stopping him mid sentence. 

"We'll take our chances." The other three brothers strapped themselves into the spare chairs, watching as Hunter set some orders. "Tech, get the coordinates that the signal sent out." He simply nodded, typing in a few things before locking onto the signal. 

"They seem to be situated in the middle of nowhere, but the closest planet seems to be Jakku. I suggest we hurry if we're going to get ourselves into some mess." The others nodded as hyperspace soon commenced, blurring stars filling the window as they travelled toward the lonely signal silently hoping there was another one of them - perhaps even another brother. 

Once the ship pulled out of hyperspace, their eyes fell upon a lonely escape pod floating with no destination and a single person inside. They couldn't make out the person using the escape pod due to the distance. Tech soon moved the attack shuttle closer to allow the escape pod to lock onto their beloved ship. 

"I'm locking on the escape pod, the user seems unconscious." Hunter simply nodded and stood, walking toward the airlock and awaiting the escape pod to lock on. 

"I'll retrieve the person. After this we need to get out of here just in case, prepare hyperspace for Ord Mantell." The others simply nodded as the doors to the escape pod opened, Hunter disappearing momentarily. As he walked in, he noticed a young girl curled up in the seat, hiding her face for any sort of warmth she could muster. He crouched down, gently placing his hand against her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up - she didn't. Hesitantly he picked her up and rushed out of the pod to his brothers, 

"She won't wake up!" He seemed rather panicked as Tech disengaged the escape pod and activated hyperspace before he stood. Once Hunter placed her against the Med table, Tech ran a med scan over her as the others came to see what was going on. 

"She's cold and beyond exhausted, her health is otherwise fine. I suggest she borrow somebody's bunk until she wakes." Echo was the first to step forward, 

"She can borrow mine for now, is she really a part of the experimental unit?" Tech sighed softly as Hunter lifted her back up, carrying her to the bunks. 

"It's possible, we can't know more until she wakes up." Wrecker had followed Hunter as he placed her into bed, ensuring the blankets were wrapped around her and placing Lula into her arms. 

You awoke slowly, blinking rapidly as you took in your surroundings. You felt warm but why? Moving slowly, you felt the blankets soft texture against your hands finally being able to open your eyes fully enough to realize where you were. Was this another imperial ship? Did the empire find you first? Surely it couldn't be them, they had never let you sleep in a bed before. Turning to your side you saw a soft looking plush coloured in black and red, your childlike curiosity took over as you held it in your hands squishing it gently. Who saved you? What was this place? 

"You're up then?" A voice spoke, a large gun against his back - it seemed to be a sniper rifle. You gasped and stood up quickly, preparing to run. "Woah woah there kid, I'm not going to hurt you." He took in a breath as he examined your shocked face, "We saved you from that escape pod." Nodding slowly you backed up instead, realising there wouldn't be anywhere to go. 

"We?" You asked before a different man arrived with a bandanna around his head, nodding softly toward his brother who left the room. 

"Hey kid, you're up. I'm Hunter, we just rescued you from that pod." You sat back against the bed, gazing around the room for whatever you could use as a weapon. "I need to ask, are you actually a part of clone batch 99?" You just nodded slightly at his words, fiddling with your hands in thought. Was this just another group of people who were going to experiment on you? 

"Yes. I'm sick of the experiments - please just leave me alone, I'm sure you can find credits elsewhere." Your hands automatically clung to the plush which made Hunter smile and slowly sit beside you which made you flinch. 

"I'm a part of the same batch, so is everybody else aboard this ship." It took a moment or two to process his words. Your brothers had found you? These were your brothers and they had come back for you? Rescued you? 

"You're my big brother?" You breathed out slowly, eyes meeting his own. He nodded slowly at your words, gently smiling to give you some comfort. 

"All of us are." He slowly stood and offered you his hand, "Would you like to meet them?" Hesitantly you took his hand all whilst clinging to the plush, everything felt scary but you had finally found your brothers, so maybe everything would be alright again. Upon walking into the cockpit, you saw your other four brothers turn toward you, smiles on some of their faces. 

"Hey kid, I'm Echo." He spoke, crouching before you. "These are the others, Wrecker, Crosshair and Tech - you've met Hunter already." You nodded gently and gazed lightly at them all. Wrecker soon stood forward, a big smile against his face.

"You enjoyin' Lulas company?" He asked, gesturing toward the plush held tightly in your arms. "She's always helped me when I start feelin' scared so I thought she'd help you too!" You couldn't help but smile softly at his kind gesture, softly passing her back over to him.

"Thanks for letting me borrow her... She helped." Yeah soon interrupted the conversation, a datapad held tightly in his hands.

"Y/n, I believe that you said you were a part of our clone unit. Is this true?" You simply nodded, recalling the time you had spent on Kamino. It wasn't particularly good or bad, but it was your home nonetheless.

"Yes, I was there when you were all created along with another." Tech paused, typing rapidly into the datapad.

"Another?" Crosshair asked, eyes wide." I thought it was just us five?" Shaking your head you rubbed your hands together, it was a nervous habit of yours.

"Her name is Omega. I was created first then she was, then we watched them create all of you but you all got accelerated healing." Hunter moved forward toward Tech,

"Omega? She's our sister?" He turned toward everybody, "We left her on Kamino!" Echo stood and placed a hand against his shoulder,

"It's safe for her there, we had no choice." He sighed in response to Echos words,

"What about y/n? It's not safe for her here either." You crossed your arms softly and stared at them,

"I'm a clone too you know, I was created with war in mind."

When you had told them that you had been created with war in mind, they decided to make you a permanent part of their team. It had been a year since they saved you from the escape pod and from the Empire. You were now pretty much a fully trained soldier with incredible blasting skills, senses and some skills behind technology. There were many new memories with your brothers and you had all created an unbreakable bond. However, lately things were difficult due to Order 66 being implemented across the galaxy and you only had one goal and that was to rescue your sister Omega from Kamino. You were currently on course for the planet, prepared to try and get away with this rescue mission as quickly as possible.

"How far off are we from landing?" You asked, preparing your blaster and adjusting the custom made armour they had prepared for you. Turning toward Tech who was currently piloting the ship you felt the attack shuttle judder. 

"Any moment now." Hunter moved everybody toward the door, glancing between each sibling.

"Set your blasters to stun, we aren't looking to kill any of our brothers." He grabbed onto the side and placed a hand upon your shoulder as the ship took a rather rough landing. "Y/n, are you certain you know where Omega will be?" Nodding you watched as Tech joined you all, switching his blaster to stun.

"I am, we were always there together - She never left." The ramp opened up which allowed you all to rush down, stunning any and every clone that had their blasters pointed toward you.

"Go and get Omega! We'll keep you covered." Rushing frantically down the hall with Wrecker and Tech following for cover, you reached the lab that you were certain she'd be in. Due to the facility on lockdown, Tech had overridden the systems and managed to get the door open much to your relief.

"Omega?" You called out, gazing around until your eyes fell on her placed upon the medtable. "Come on, we're getting you out of here - I found our brothers!" She recognised you as soon as you removed your helmet, rushing into your arms and allowing you to pick her up. You were young, but old enough to take care of your little sister and shoot a blaster. They had given you certain aspects of accelerated aging but not enough to bring you to your brother's ages.

"Y/n, I wanna go. The clones have chips and-" You hushed her lightly, placing your helmet over her for at least some protection until you reached the Marauder. 

" I know, order 66." She hid against you which allowed you to rush away with your brothers, running into the ship and allowing Tech to fly you all away. A quick in and out with everything going how it needed to go. Omega removed her helmet, passing it back with a mumbled thanks.

"Omega, hey kid." Hunter spoke, crouching down and hugging her. She stayed silent against him though which definitely wasn't the welcome back he hoped he'd get. "What's wrong?" He asked, voice gentle in tone.

"You all left me but took y/n - I was terrified and you had all left me." Her eyes soon filled with tears, voice gentle with hints of anger. Crouching down beside her you pulled her into a gentle hug.

"I never stopped trying to get to you, the Empire took me and our brothers found me after I escaped." You paused for a moment as she clung onto you. "We couldn't come and get you until it was safe to do so, now order 66 has happened, it's safer for you to stay with us." Hunter smiled warmly as she pulled away, smiling lightly. "You never stopped being my Ad'ika." The others soon walked in, greeting Omega with a long awaited hug. In all honesty you couldn't wait to create new memories with your family now you were all together, memories of your own.

[quirklessidiot]

aoba johsai’s sport’s journalist (h/c’s)

just crack+ fluff + platonic-ish relationship (gn!y/n) (w: language!) a/n: this has been bugging me for awhile now since i havent seen headcanons of this yet (if their are do send them on my ask box) and since im on a slump, i decided to write this down. this is completely fun, easy-going, and self-indulgent, really perfect for someone stuck on a slump ksks. idk if i should make some for the other schools but oh welp enjoy! happy 900 btw werkwerk uwu so weird to reach this when im not even very active.

Now let’s be honest here, it’s no surprise that the volleyball team of aoba johsai has their own sports journalist. Like, c’mon, they’re one of the best in the prefecture.

But let’s start with the basics here, shall we? Let’s start with you, how this all goes through, and how you got into this heaping pile of mess.

Yep, you.

There you were in high hopes to get into journalism for college so what better way was it than to apply for the school paper? It would definitely look good and pretty in those college applications *chef’s kiss* you’re a second year btw idk if that matters but yeah..

Much to your surprise no one was applying for the news section which was kind of sad since you wanted a buddy there.

but-but it turns out though everyone was applying for the sports section completely understandable, next to feature, it was the most exciting thing to write because there was going to be a special section and writer for the volleyball team.

You knew that volleyball was kind of a big thing around your school?? you just didn’t expect it to amass like that much people.

The editor in chief is obviously surprised, you were the first person on that day to come in there and actually apply for something else.

and guess where that led you to?

Yep, the sport’s section, specifically the volleyball team’s personal sports journalist. Your brain goes brrt brrt because you were not a sports writer at all and you were, ironically, scared of ball games.

VOLLEYBALL WAS COMPLETELY NEW TERRITORY FOR YOU.

Your editor in chief laughs it off and says, “you’ll do fine… its like news bUT SPORTS! IT’LL DEFINITELY LOOK GOOD IN YOUR APPLICATIONS!”

You’re not sure if you should be terrified or terrified?

It doesn’t help that on the first day when you enter the gym you look terribly constipated and panicking a lot because of all the stray balls being spiked and tossed around.

It also didn’t help that you crash course the terminologies and the member’s name a night before and you were just running on iced coffee that day.

Yeah, way to make a first impression, huh?

When you approach the coach, you’re not exactly sure what to say and you were this close to chickening out until you saw one of the players come up to you and ask if you were alright and if you wanted to talk to oikawa.

you’re loading for a second there.

and the poor guy who asks you if you were alright, starts looking actually worried because you weren’t responding at all.

“OH, oH IS THAT THE CAPTAIN?”

the guy literally looks very confused?? because what kind of rock were you living under that you didn’t know Oikawa???

so you go ahead and introduce yourself and say that your name was Y/N and you were the new sports journalist for the team.

“....soooo you write?”

“...”

at this point on, you’re also confused too

and idk man, first impressions do indeed last because you ended up (unknowingly) sharing the same brain cell with Matsukawa Issei.

you both were just confused there, straight up looking like two kids who got left behind by their mom in the grocery check-out line.

anyways...

He tells you the team’s pretty chill and you should stop looking like they spiked a ball on your puppy or something.

Basically introduces you to the whole team after, 

no questions asked, just go with the flow.

You basically just click and vibe???

Not only because you crash coursed and related to whatever they said, 

you literally all shared the same brain cell together.

Kentaro was another story though, kid basically hated your guts at first, it felt like if you were to say one sentence to him that day, he’d literally spike a ball at your direction.

“we’re basically the same year tho :(” -Y/N

“lmao well do i’ve got news for you, y/n-chan.” - Oikawa and basically everyone on the team.

you gradually start to understand the coolness of the sport since you had to incorporate visiting them once or twice a week during practice.

but suddenly it becomes almost a daily routine after a month because they’re just really friendly people??

like wow, they’re all friendly giants.

You’re literally just there to write about them but they’re really patient and kind, they even invite you to practice games so that you could practice out your skills in writing since you mentioned that you’ve never written for sports yet.

they even give you some added key terms that aren’t found in books and online.

you’re def closest to iwaizumi and matsukawa.

iwaizumi because he makes really funny fish jokes about oikawa (yes you arent supposed to be laughing but man theyre funny af, oikawa would usually call you and iwa corny because the jokes aren’t even that funny) and yes its canon that whenever iwaizumi sees an oikawa fish in textbooks, he starts laughing and joking about it.

no explanation needed why you ended up being close to matsukawa.

its obvious after that first meeting ya both would be besties.

same brain cell bros go brrt brrt.

incredibly!! supportive!! I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH

like when you release a new write up about them, Oikawa would usually go, “It’s such an honor to be apart of your first steps, can you sign this?”

dramatic but hella supportive, we stan the gr8 king

“oh, wow, i thought you said you didn’t write before? how come you sound like a professional already?” - Hanamaki 

another dramatic best boi.

akira + kindaichi getting shy because they’ve never experienced this yet. So whenever you try to interview them about stats or something for a special issue, they usually end up a stuttering mess

“w-well, L/N-san...”

kentaro slowly warming up to you but still looks like he wants to spike a volleyball at your face 90% of the time but unlike before you’re used to his whole thing already.

“Move, extra.”

“You were great, by the way. That was a powerful spike!”

you may or may not be included in random ramen nights with the team

yes, oikawa buys you your own bowl of ramen

itadakimasu.

he doesn’t mind tho, he really loves how you write them. 

so its sort of a thank you for giving the team justice when you write about them.

team says you’re technically part of the team so they make you your own jersey. Now when you watch your games people ask if you’re like the manager or smthng.

“ no :’) “

When they lost against shiratorizawa and karasuno, you were bawling too like you were apart of the team.

this pretty much cheered everyone up despite the loss because your crying face was apparently very funny and memable.

oh right, your article was passed on to the town’s newspaper

it was literally like 7 am on a saturday and your notifs went zoop.

they added you to their group chat and spammed you with pictures of the articles that you wrote.

“...wOW I CAN’T BELIEVE IT?? YOU GOT FRONT PAGE FOR SPORTS???” -Oikawa

“we didn’t even win the tournament but we still get a feature?? thats so cool?? holy shit?? CONGRATS KSKSKS” -matsukawa

lmao idk matsukawa looks like a keyboard smasher tbh idk why

pretty much its normal for you to even start hanging out already outside of the court and after practice to get steam buns.

more chaotic mess and clumsy you running around.

your volleyball sports writing experience wouldn’t be complete until someone accidentally spikes a ball at the back of your head amaright?

ironically, it’s yahaba who does that to you. poor smoll bean.

“wow, you’re dumb.” -kentaro says to you

“ :’)” -you.

“y/N-SAN I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.” -yahaba 

overall, you found yourself in a safe haven with the volleyball team and yes, you also cried when the third years graduated. 

the third years have a picture with everyone on the team + you with a very red face from all the crying?? once again, you’ve proven yourself to be a meme.

continued to write for them up until graduation.

and its def obvious you kept in touch with all of them after, duh.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Fade into me, my love // Rosie x Patrick Verona // comfort.

Summary: Despite clear signs within your relationship that Patrick loves you as much as you love him, you find yourself feeling like something is wrong. It’s a feeling that you can’t quite shake but Pat sees your shattered pieces, your broken heart... and he’s there with outstretched hands and a kind smile.

Written for @loveletterstoledger​ because you deserve the entire world. I see you and your pain and I see your efforts, my love, and I’m beyond proud of you. Take it one day at a time and keep Pat close, okay? There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than with you. He loves you so much, as do I, and we’ll always be there for you! I hope that you like this, darling!!!💖💖💖 I wrote this while I rewatched 10 Things so I hope it’s not too terrible ksksk I’ve never written so much so quickly asdfghj🥺😭💜💜💜

Word count: 2. 146. 

Picture source 

Oh, but you were in so much pain.

You were in a constant state of anxiety; your mind pushed to its absolute limits by things which were beyond your control. Like a tidal wave had everything you relied upon, everything that you thought you had known, been swept from you. The ground beneath your feet had been shaken so thoroughly by a literal and metaphorical disaster that you could barely regain your balance before another shockwave tremor threatened to knock you over again. It was one thing after another and, oh, how exhausted you were. You didn’t know how much longer you could go on like this, and so depleted were you physically that your mind was beginning to break the spirit of your soul. Your heart, too, was being tested, and so deeply were you hurting, so completely were you not okay that you had begun to have relationship insecurities, too.

On top of stressing about everything that there was to worry about from one day to the next, as well as worrying about the fact that you were worrying so much, you were also full of fear. You were scared of the fact that tomorrow was never guaranteed, you were scared of the fact that people seemed more and more to be leaving you behind, to be forgetting you or otherwise moving on... you were scared of letting go of Pat, so afraid were you that he would be just another person to seemingly be able to do away with you. He was your everything: the reason you got out of bed every day even and most especially when you didn’t want to, and he was your reason to try. Pat was warm like the sun; he nurtured you and he took care of you. He was fierce in his love for you, much like the way the sun would come through the minute gaps in your hastily drawn curtains whether you wanted it to or not, and even though you wore his ring on your finger, you still felt, way in the back of your mind, that something was... wrong.

Could it really be this easy? You felt sick and your stomach churned as you twirled your ring around your finger, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. You felt your face heat up in a blush and you couldn’t have helped the smile on your face if you had tried. Love bloomed in your chest, Patrick himself the water which took care of the flowers planted within the garden of your heart, but just as love rose within you, so too did fear. You were so scared that something or, even worse, someone was going to take Patrick from you, and you possessed enough self awareness within your tender and wise but oh, so tired soul, to know that this was why you felt like something was wrong. You felt like, at least in part, that you didn’t deserve Patrick or his undying and unconditional love for you. You knew that if Patrick had been privy to your thoughts in this moment, that he would have wanted to laugh, so wrong were you that it was almost funny... Almost. But instead would he only have been concerned and the sweetest of expressions on his face would melt those chocolate eyes into warm welcoming pools. In Patrick did you find only acceptance, peace and love, so much of it that sometimes you just didn’t know what to do with yourself and it rendered you into a watery silence.

Indeed was there a constellation of tears on your lashes as you took the ring off and weighed it in the palm of your other hand. Your finger felt naked and more wrong than the way your mind had been feeling recently and the inoffensive piece of metal seemed foreboding in this moment, fear once more stronger than love. Just as you sunk deeper into your own self, there was a finger underneath your chin and your face was tilted up, up, to face Patrick. And, oh, the look on his face was exactly like the one which had been in your mind that very moment, so well did you know him that he seemed to be a very extension of your own self; one soul split into two bodies, though of course were you whole individuals on your own.

“Are you all right, Rosie?”

Involuntarily did your eyes drift shut at the sound of Patrick’s hypnotically deep voice. Shit, the things he could do to you. You didn’t bother trying to say that you were okay - Patrick knew you better than you even knew yourself and he had clearly approached you and you hadn’t even heard him, so lost inside your own mind were you. Patrick had once more succeeded in reaching into the murky depths of your mind and he had found you; for there was nowhere you could where he could not follow, and that included into your own self. With metaphorical fingers reached around the parts of you Patrick had already been able to touch with just his presence, he sought to stretch out his grip and reach further and further into you so that he could pull you back to the surface of the water; Patrick could always save you from yourself and he did it just by being himself. Indeed could you do the same for him and you didn’t even have to try. You were made for each other. Patrick leaned down and pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead and you inhaled deeply. Your eyes squeezed shut, tighter, of their own accord so that you could fully enjoy this moment. 

Patrick answered his own question, his eyes closed too. His lips brushed against your forehead as he spoke, “No, you’re not fine. Talk to me, love. What’s going on up there?” He kissed one temple and then the other, as if to accentuate his point, and then Patrick sat down beside you. He held both of your hands tightly in his, his chocolate eyes darting between your beautiful face and the ring you held in one hand. Your blue eyes met his darker gaze and Patrick’s breath left him in a rush as he saw you and everything you had been struggling against for so long. “What are you so afraid of, strawberry?” You unconsciously smiled at the nickname and Patrick slung an arm around your shoulders so that he could bring you tighter into his body. It wasn’t enough for you, though, and you laid down so that your body was along the vertical length of the bed. Patrick followed you down and he tucked the crown of your head underneath the sharp angle of his chin, his fingers tapping out a beat against your upper arm. You slung your leg over his hips and got yourself as comfortable as you could, knowing that you would tell Patrick everything which had so been plaguing you for so long. 

“I’m just... I’m scared, Pat. I’m scared that something’s gonna happen which will take you away from me and I don’t want that to happen because without you, I don’t know what I’d - “ Your breathing rate increased as the words which had been sat lodged within your throat for who knew how long clawed their way out of your mouth, almost tripping over themselves in their haste to get out and to be voiced before you once more talked yourself out of it. Hot hands seized your face and full lips crashed down onto yours. Despite the initial ferocity of the kiss, Patrick’s lips slowed until he was comforting you, rather than demanding your attention be on him and not on your fear.

He kissed you for such a long time that you forgot all else but his name, and it ran through your mind like it was a mantra, a means for survival. So thoroughly were you being loved in this moment that his name became a heartbeat which pounded in your head and he was all you knew; all you could touch, taste, feel was your darling Patrick, your fiance, your - Thoughts stopped to register that fingers had interlinked with yours for just a moment and when Patrick pulled away, you broke off the kiss to find out why. Both of you were panting slightly, so enamoured with one another and so lost in each other were you, and you glanced down at the hand which Patrick had been toying with to see that he had somehow gotten his ring back on your finger. Blue eyes flew to meet chocolate ones and Patrick cupped your face in his hands. The calloused pads of his thumbs rubbed soothingly along your cheek bones.

“Nothing. And no one. Will take me away from you. I will always fight for you, okay? I love you. You’re the most beautiful rose in the garden and there’s nothing which will keep me from your side. I want to be with you, for the pleasure of your company and for everything that we’ve built up together. So how about it, marshmallow?” Patrick’s hands tightened almost imperceptibly on your face and you reached up to cup his face, too. Your fingers delved into those wild chocolate curls you knew and loved so well and the frown which had been on Patrick’s face for the duration of your conversation had smoothed out now, satisfied was he that everything had been covered and that he was, that he had, taken care of you this day. “You’re so worried about something taking me away from you, but no one’s doing that more than you right now.” Patrick spoke with some hesitance, as though he was testing out the weight of his words as he spoke them, so considerate was he, and you realised with a jolt that he was right.

“I - I love you too, Pat. So much. And I’m sorry I - “

Patrick shook his head impatiently, a true frown of tender frustration on his face. “No, love. No apologies. Not for this.” He very clearly hadn’t been loving you hard enough, properly, if these thoughts had so settled in your already tried and tired mind. “If you can’t trust what’s happening, Rosie, then trust me.” He was pleading with you, almost, and his words gently infiltrated your mind and seeped through the tar which lay across the surface of your heart. Only Patrick could comfort you like this. Only Patrick could love you like this. He was truly your one and your only.

The only thing which you had guaranteed was that tonight would you go to bed beside Patrick, that tomorrow morning would you wake up to the face carved from the stuff of angels. Patrick was your one constant, and he was the one you most needed to cling onto in such a turbulent and scary time. As your eyes remained on Patrick’s and as your body stayed in such a close proximity to his that it was like not even a sheet of paper could get between your bodies, you felt the fear melt away and in its place was a love so strong that it had gone against all odds and brought the two of you together. You focused on the love and allowed everything else to melt away. Patrick was everything you had ever wanted or needed and every day did you only fall more and more in love with him. He was your joy and your strength, your peace and your love and your serenity. Patrick Verona held your heart in his hands and you held his in yours, too. 

No matter how challenging life became, no matter how difficult or dark the path lay up ahead, you had already come so far both with and without Patrick by your side, and you could and you would do all of it again. There was nothing and no one which could or would separate the two of you, so sure were you of yourselves and of your ways. You closed your eyes once more and Patrick released a weighted sigh; so worried and frantic had he been to see you looking so forlorn with the wedding ring in your hands. You had scared him and made him think that perhaps were you having cold feet, but then fear had been replaced with concern and with love and Patrick had used that emotion, so deeply within the both of you, to pull you back into the light. It was only with each other that you were both safe inside yourselves, and that had never and would never be any different.

Your last coherent thought before you slipped into a light doze was, yes... it really can be that easy.

[dreamscapesin1582]

Still There

for blanc’s birthday~ (again, late ksksk im so sorry)

The aroma of freshly brewed breakfast tea permeated the air as Blanc finally sat down. He lifted the teacup to his lips, catching the sight of his own eyes reflected on the liquid, along with the uncommon emotion that glazed it.

He removed his gaze to find the younger version of his housemate placing a large plate of carrot cake in the middle of the table. Curiosity replaced the melancholy as he turned to Oliver. “Oh?”

“As per our agreement.” He huffed as he turned around, as if disgusted by the thing he made with his own hands. “This is the only time of the year when I will allow this… abomination… on the table.”

“My, aren’t you sweet?”

“Quit that.”

Blanc chuckled. “Either way, thank you for the indulgence. You made a lot, so why don’t we share?”

“Oh, someone else would be happy to take that offer.”

As if on cue, Oliver began walking to the door and opened it to reveal a young woman whose hand was hovering in the air as if about to knock. Meeting Blanc’s surprised stare, she smiled sheepishly.

“Hello there, Blanc!” She waved as she lifted the basket she carried on her other hand. “I’ve brought more carrot desserts!”

“Come in!” He immediately exclaimed, his eyes finally gaining a twinkle of joy. Oliver rolled his eyes, rethinking whether he imagined the sadness he exuded just a few moments ago, and went back to the kitchen to prepare more tea. Blanc stood from his chair to greet her as she entered.

“This is proving to be such a lovely day. A pretty lady came to visit me for my birthday.”

“Of course! I’ve been excited to spend the day with you that I brought… this!” She pulled out a camera out of her purse, leaving the man curious. She beamed at him. “You wouldn’t mind me taking pictures today, would you?”

“Well, if it keeps that smile on your face for the rest of the day, then I see why not.” He replied with a smile of his own, tugging on her heartstrings as a lighthearted giggle spilled from her lips. He invited her to sit down.

The morning seemed brighter than it had been moments ago, as if her presence were the sunbeams that graced their humble home. She happily explained to Blanc that the camera was able to produce a photograph in an instant, with the help of Oliver who tinkered with it. Seeing his interest, she demonstrated it by taking a picture of the cake.

“That’s brilliant!” Blanc picked up the small photograph that came out from the slit of the camera. “It looks nice. Now I have a picture of Oliver’s carrot cake.”

“Don’t forget the magic crystal installed there could only go for about 50 photos, so don’t go wasting it on something like that awful orange stuff.” Oliver came back with a huff as he sat down with them. She went on to argue that they could spare one for the cake, since it was probably the only time Oliver would touch anything related to carrots.

The three of them sat around the table, chatting before a variety of sweets and tea. The atmosphere was cheery, but almost too blithe for the third party… like he was sitting with two people whose heads were stuffed with rainbows, as if living with one wasn’t enough already.

But it wasn’t that bad… or so he told himself.  

While serving herself a slice of the cake, her fingertip grazed on the white frosting. Feeling a little silly, the woman went on to poke Oliver’s nose.

He glared. “What do you think you’re doing, girl?”

“Aw, you look just like a bunny!”

“Why you—”

Blanc watched rather peacefully, even when their little tea party was going for a rather noisy turn. He felt something spark in his chest, a moment to remember, and had an idea. He plucked out the camera lying in wait on the side and tried taking a picture of the two of them. However, they stopped after something flashed before them. Another photograph came out.  

“You think this is memorable, you randy old rabbit?!”

“Oh dear—” Now Oliver switched to going for Blanc. Unfortunately, due to the height difference, he wasn’t able to get the camera nor the photo.

Peace finally returned after the woman proposed to let him get back at her. And unexpectedly, he relented by having her wash the dishes, which she faithfully obliged despite Blanc’s protests.

In the end, the two of them tended to the dishes together.

“Hmm, this actually feels nice.” He told her as they stood side by side. The running water fell continuously as he went over the used dishes, while she stood in wait with a towel at hand. “Indeed, simple things are the best.”

“It feels homey, isn’t it?” She giggled as she took the plate to dry. “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

Blanc began reminiscing the past few days, recalling the routine of his timeless days. And his mind went even farther away, noticing that in those simple resting moments did he have at least a modicum of awareness that he was alive.

And with her… everything else is alive.

Hm. The soft clink of the last plate took him away from his train of thought before he goes way back. He met her eyes, still bright and chipper. Full of color. In fact, nothing looked as vibrant as she did.

…Will she remain in my memory, too?

At some point, Oliver suggested they both go outside to enjoy—said in the words, “I need to work on something and I could use the peace, since I know having the both of you around won’t grant me that.” And off they went.

While they were at Central Quarter, she never failed to take pictures of him. Blanc led her to many places, much to her delight. And almost everywhere they went, people had dropped birthday greetings here and there.

“You really know a lot of people.” She commented once while they stopped at the fountain for a small break, while Blanc handled the camera to take a few photos.

“Yes. Some of them, we go way back.”

Then he sat beside her, staring at the lively plaza. Kids running around. People walking their dogs. Couples holding hands.

Then that thought came to him once more. He’ll most likely be there once those kids become adults… those people without their dogs… those couples no longer here…

Those thoughts vanished when her cheerful voice interrupted them, thankfully. They continued their unplanned date until it was sunset, and Blanc walked with her back to Black Army Headquarters.

They parted then, with him feeling that the day with her was worth it… not knowing there was more to it than he thought.

A few hours later, there was a knock at the door. Blanc opened it to find the same woman. “Oh my, did you forget something?”

“This!” She revealed what she was hiding behind her back. A book, or rather, a photo album. “I finished my present for you.”

“I thought you might feel like your birthday is just another day, so I wanted it to be a little special for you. And all of what happened today is right here.” She continued to explain. “So that you could remember what you may have felt today.”

Memories. It was both a beautiful and a painful thing to have. But her words may have convinced him that maybe this time… it wasn’t so bad to keep it with him.

He took the photo album she offered, catching her hand in the process. He placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles, the gesture dusting her cheeks with the prettiest pink. Blanc smiled.

“Maybe these pictures would not last forever, but perhaps the image of you today would remain with me for a long time.” He placed a hand atop his heart. “That is enough for me.”

“Oh, Blanc…” She whispered his name as she offered one last smile for the night; one he’d etch in memory. “I actually hope you would be remember this well, because from now on, we’re going to make lots of good memories…”

“…so much that everywhere you go, you’d know I’m still there with you.”

And September 10 ended with the promise of a vibrant future, with the moon above them as witness.  

[daehwvns]

hey guys, i’m june! i’m 21, from the pst and my pronouns are she/her! my son here, daehwan, is a mix of beauty and chaos because...well, he’s beautiful but has a lot of issues deep down lol. if any of y’all would be down to have something going on with daehwan, just send me an IM or like this post and i’ll message you instead! under the cut is his story so far :)

( min yoongi, cismale, he/him, twenty-seven ) — daehwan shin, better known to the media as ares has been working for the yōkai for around 6 years. rumor has it, he can be insightful & plucky but also blunt & virulent which is why he makes the perfect crowd control.

** daehwan’s mask looks like this -- basically inspired by the devil, with the horns and everything. he wants it simple but not too boring either so he settled for black plus the details it has.

backstory

tw: death

daehwan was born in morioka, japan to a wealthy family. his dad is a businessman and owns a large share of a pharmaceutical company based in seoul while his mother was a doctor.

daehwan’s upbringing was…sad, in a way, because his parents were barely there when he was growing up. daehwan’s father was always away, doing business out of morioka or the country but whenever he’s back home, he would always pressure ( not encourage ) him to do better in his studies. his dad was strict and daehwan hated his ‘nurturing’ ways because to him, it didn’t help him be better in any way.

but his mother, on the other hand, was the opposite of his father. she was very nurturing and supported daehwan in the best way she could; often encouraging him to continue his passion for the arts ( painting and drawing ) but she lacked the time to be with him due to her work and usually being assigned as the head of medical teams sent to work abroad.

basically, daehwan was often left in the hands of his nanny hired by his parents and this made it difficult for him to really bond with his parents, especially his dad. so he grew up and matured in ways that wasn’t necessarily always fit to make the best decisions.

despite his upbringing, daehwan was a good student at school. he’s pretty smart but sometimes, too smart that some of his teachers find him a nuisance lmao. nevertheless, he survived high school and went to uni to pursue a degree in fine arts.

however, at 19, daehwan’s mother died on a plane crash on the way back to japan and this hit him pretty hard ( his mom was the only one who supported him so even when she lacked the time to be with him, her death still affected him heavily ).

daehwan ended up quitting uni and because he found no purpose in living in the empty house that his parents had ( his father was still m.i.a even after his mother’s death ), he left morioka and moved to tokyo.

at 20, daehwan starts out his life in tokyo and worked as a tattoo artist. he started out in small tattoo parlors before ending up in a well-reputed one where his clients consisted of people who had some form of affiliation with gangs to actual yakuza members and while he should’ve find such clients frightening, daehwan found himself intrigued by them.

in the same fashion was how he ended up meeting ( and eventually befriending ) a person who had ties with yokai ( potential plot ). he hung out a lot with this person and in one of their night outs, some drunk guy started shit with him and his friend and...well, things didn’t end up pretty, especially on the other guy’s end lol. needless to say, daehwan beat the shit out of the guy and before the police could arrive to the scene, his friend dragged daehwan away from the place -- saved his ass the jail time it could’ve served sksks

that scenario, however, sparked an idea in his friend’s mind and ultimately resulted to daehwan being recruited into the group as a crowd control.

soon he found himself tangled up in the illegal yet fascinating world of yokai, and daehwan, to say the least, loved it. he was drawn to it and the people surrounding this newly discovered world that his transition came by rather smoothly.

now daehwan works for the group for six years and has no plans of ever getting out of the world he now lives in. he knows he can’t get back to how things were for him --- not that he had anything nor anyone to get back to anyway.

personality

daehwan is a relatively affable guy. befriending people is usually not a problem to him unless he didn’t like them right off the bat ( or vice versa ) and if that’s the case, there’s no way he’ll show his good side to that person lol all they’d get for him are caustic comments and him laying out reasons why he doesn’t like them lmao

he’s insightful and could sense someone’s bullshit pretty easily. daehwan is also very self-reliant and would usually want to handle things on his own ( unless the ordeal is too much for him, then he’ll ask for someone’s help though with loads of hesitation on his end ).

as such, daehwan is headstrong af and if he knows he’s right, he won’t stop until you know for sure that he’s right and isn’t scared to speak his mind ( and a lot of times, that could be a problem ).

he likes making money ( probably why he found the whole underground scene fascinating because of how relatively easy it is to earn money if you know what to do; in his case, he does ) and a bit self-indulgent ( likes to party, drink and fuck lol ) and this lands him in trouble from time to time.

violence tw: this boi is also hella plucky and it can either be a good or bad thing, depending on the situation. additionally, him being virulent meant he’s not afraid of starting or finishing a fight even with someone who’s way bigger than him. doesn’t really give a fucc if he goes home with his face ruined so long as he knows the other a-hole learns their lesson and/or got a good beating from him lmao

daehwan also likes...flirting. he’s subtle most of the time but get him drunk and he can get vocal. would most probably hit on anyone as long as he found them attractive lmao

can get really soft with the people he loves/cares about though and can get overprotective as well. he’s a soft boi but also not a soft boi at the same time lol

all in all though, daehwan is a pretty good person who has the tendency to act first before thinking of the consequences later. save this boi from himselfksksks

quick facts

he’s skilled at painting and drawing and is an excellent tattoo artist.

he’s still working as a tattoo artist and has very recently opened his own small tattoo parlor in tokyo. basically, tattooing is like...a side job for him at this point (because he definitely earns more with yokai) but he loves the art -- loves making art with ink so don’t think he’ll drop this hobby/job anytime soon.

can tattoo people using a machine or using the traditional japanese technique called “tebori” -- which is basically tattooing manually by hand with a wooden or metal tool.

daehwan is bisexual. if he finds someone attractive or the connection is there, he’ll pursue them. that being said, he have had relationships and flings with both males and females in the past.

he has 8 tattoos and counting. one of them fills his right forearm, one on his right hand, while four are on his left arm, another one on his left shoulder blade and one on the back of his left ear. that being said, he makes sure to always wear clothing that covers his tattoos entirely when carrying out their ‘jobs’ so as to not be recognized by anyone by them.

speaks 3 languages: korean, japanese and english.

he’s korean japanese. basically, him and his parents are/were ethnically korean born in japan.

he stands 5′10 and has a pretty muscular build but not that muscular, if that makes sense? he’s not the big buff guy people might expect a ‘crowd control’ person to be and the result is often him being underestimated by anyone who tries to start shit with him. only when they get the beating from him that they’d realize how wrong they were for doing such because boi has such good brawling skills matched with an ‘idgaf’ attitude and idk about u but that’s pretty scary and dangerous ksksk

has a 1 year old husky doggo named ‘chan’. daehwan goes full softie with this good boi like...that’s his son ;~; slander or hurt his dog and daehwan would come biting your ankles sakjdlajsd

will probably add more later when i think of something!

[daehwvns]

hey guys, i’m june! i’m 21, from the pst and my pronouns are she/her! my son here, daehwan, is a mix of beauty and chaos because...well, he’s beautiful but has a lot of issues deep down lol. but either way, i’m super excited to be in this rp and looking forward to plotting/rping with y’all so if you’d be down to have something going on with daehwan, just send me an IM or like this post and i’ll message you instead! under the cut is his story so far :)

( min yoongi, cismale, he/him, twenty-seven ) — daehwan shin, better known to the media as ares has been working for the yōkai for around 6 years. rumor has it, he can be insightful & plucky but also blunt & virulent which is why he makes the perfect crowd control.

**  daehwan’s mask looks like this -- basically inspired by the devil, with the horns and everything. he wants it simple but not too boring either so he settled for black plus the details it has.

backstory

tw: death

daehwan was born in morioka, japan to a wealthy family. his dad is a businessman and owns a large share of a pharmaceutical company based in seoul while his mother was a doctor.

daehwan’s upbringing was…sad, in a way, because his parents were barely there when he was growing up. daehwan’s father was always away, doing business out of morioka or the country but whenever he’s back home, he would always pressure ( not encourage ) him to do better in his studies. his dad was strict and daehwan hated his ‘nurturing’ ways because to him, it didn’t help him be better in any way.

but his mother, on the other hand, was the opposite of his father. she was very nurturing and supported daehwan in the best way she could; often encouraging him to continue his passion for the arts ( painting and drawing ) but she lacked the time to be with him due to her work and usually being assigned as the head of medical teams sent to work abroad.

basically, daehwan was often left in the hands of his nanny hired by his parents and this made it difficult for him to really bond with his parents, especially his dad. so he grew up and matured in ways that wasn’t necessarily always fit to make the best decisions.

despite his upbringing, daehwan was a good student at school. he’s pretty smart but sometimes, too smart that some of his teachers find him a nuisance lmao. nevertheless, he survived high school and went to uni to pursue a degree in fine arts.

however, at 19, daehwan’s mother died on a plane crash on the way back to japan and this hit him pretty hard ( his mom was the only one who supported him so even when she lacked the time to be with him, her death still affected him heavily ).

daehwan ended up quitting uni and because he found no purpose in living in the empty house that his parents had ( his father was still m.i.a even after his mother’s death ), he left morioka and moved to tokyo.

at 20, daehwan starts out his life in tokyo and worked as a tattoo artist. he started out in small tattoo parlors before ending up in a well-reputed one where his clients consisted of people who had some form of affiliation with gangs to actual yakuza members and while he should’ve find such clients frightening, daehwan found himself intrigued by them.

in the same fashion was how he ended up meeting ( and eventually befriending ) a person who had ties with yokai ( potential plot ). he hung out a lot with this person and in one of their night outs, some drunk guy started shit with him and his friend and...well, things didn’t end up pretty, especially on the other guy’s end lol. needless to say, daehwan beat the shit out of the guy and before the police could arrive to the scene, his friend dragged daehwan away from the place -- saved his ass the jail time it could’ve served sksks

that scenario, however, sparked an idea in his friend’s mind and ultimately resulted to daehwan being recruited into the group as a crowd control.

soon he found himself tangled up in the illegal yet fascinating world of yokai, and daehwan, to say the least, loved it. he was drawn to it and the people surrounding this newly discovered world that his transition came by rather smoothly.

now daehwan works for the group for six years and has no plans of ever getting out of the world he now lives in. he knows he can’t get back to how things were for him --- not that he had anything nor anyone to get back to anyway.

personality

daehwan is a relatively affable guy. he befriending people is usually not a problem to him unless he didn’t like them right off the bat ( or vice versa ) and if that’s the case, there’s no way he’ll show his good side to that person lol all they’d get for him are caustic comments and him laying out reasons why he doesn’t like them lmao

he’s insightful and could sense someone’s bullshit pretty easily. daehwan is also very self-reliant and would usually want to handle things on his own ( unless the ordeal is too much for him, then he’ll ask for someone’s help though with loads of hesitation on his end ). 

as such, daehwan is headstrong af and if he knows he’s right, he won’t stop until you know for sure that he’s right and isn’t scared to speak his mind ( and a lot of times, that could be a problem ). 

he likes making money ( probably why he found the whole underground scene fascinating because of how relatively easy it is to earn money if you know what to do; in his case, he does ) and a bit self-indulgent ( likes to party, drink and fuck lol ) and this lands him in trouble from time to time.

violence tw: this boi is also hella plucky and it can either be a good or bad thing, depending on the situation. additionally, him being virulent meant he’s not afraid of starting or finishing a fight even with someone who’s way bigger than him. doesn’t really give a fucc if he goes home with his face ruined so long as he knows the other a-hole learns their lesson and/or got a good beating from him lmao

daehwan also likes...flirting. he’s subtle most of the time but get him drunk and he can get vocal. would most probably hit on anyone as long as he found them attractive lmao

can get really soft with the people he loves/cares about though and can get overprotective as well. he’s a soft boi but also not a soft boi at the same time lol

all in all though, daehwan is a pretty good person who has the tendency to act first before thinking of the consequences later. save this boi from himselfksksks

quick facts

he’s skilled at painting and drawing and is an excellent tattoo artist.

he’s still working as a tattoo artist and has very recently opened his own small tattoo parlor in tokyo. basically, tattooing is like...a side job for him at this point (because he definitely earns more with yokai) but he loves the art -- loves making art with ink so don’t think he’ll drop this hobby/job anytime soon. 

can tattoo people using a machine or manually, by using the traditional japanese technique called “tebori” -- which is basically tattooing by hand. 

daehwan is bisexual. if he finds someone attractive or the connection is there, he’ll pursue them. that being said, he have had relationships and flings with both males and females in the past.

he has 8 tattoos and counting. one of them fills his right forearm, one on his right hand, while four are on his left arm, another one on his left shoulder blade and one on the back of his left ear. that being said, he makes sure to always wear clothing that covers his tattoos entirely when carrying out their ‘jobs’ so as to not be recognized by anyone by them.

speaks 3 languages: korean, japanese and english.

he’s korean japanese. basically, him and his parents are/were ethnically korean born in japan.

he stands 5′10 and has a pretty muscular build but not that muscular, if that makes sense? he’s not the big buff guy people might expect a ‘crowd control’ person to be and the result is often him being underestimated by anyone who tries to start shit with him. only when they get the beating from him that they’d realize how wrong they were for doing such because boi has such good brawling skills matched with an ‘idgaf’ attitude and idk about u but that’s pretty scary and dangerous ksksk

has a 1 year old husky doggo named ‘chan’. daehwan goes full softie with this good boi like...that’s his son ;~; slander or hurt his dog and daehwan would come biting your ankles sakjdlajsd

will probably add more later when i think of something!