#I was rly happy with the first one I used an old photo as a ref and it's of a place that's rly important to me

[wardingshout]

late summer times

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[svt-kiki]

( 🖇️ ) RELATIONSHIPS WITH MAKNAE LINE ⌅ .

✦ 🐸 ⸝⸝ ⸺ minghao / the 8

#　kiki　+　minghao　／　kihao　...　65%

#　TAGLINE　...　cold outside but soft inside

man they really chill *chef’s kiss*

they got along really well from the beginning, he just knew she’s the reliable person and she be like I WILL PROTECT THIS LIL BROTHER AT ALL COST-

oh the stage presence, and that gaze... ( like mother like son )

it’s funny how they really like that hufflepuff and slytherin besties on the internet

they share the vibes of aesthetics, she loves hanging with him and enjoys tea or meditation or just watching him doing painting

she will buy anything even something suspicious as long as he recommends, i mean he will never do that but that’s just a dinamic of this duo

just like her, he had no friends nor acquaintances in korea when came to pledis, so she rly took good care of him even they don’t know what the other’s talking

he was sorta ‘newbie’ among the boys, so she explained what it is when others were talking about funny episodes during old trainee days

she listened him a lot esp after debut, such as the gap between public image and himself, because she also had similar struggles too

she made sure he and jun can have enough opportunities to speak in radios or music shows and others, always care abt them

and he considers her a lot too, like “have u eaten enough?” “did u sleep well yesterday?”

they both prefers healthy diets ( and sharing midnights snacks, too )

minghao knows what her soul is like, warm and deep, and he always respects her humanity

he really turnes to little squishy just for her :)

✦ 🐶 ⸝⸝ ⸺ mingyu

#　kiki　+　mingyu　／　kigyu　...　90%

#　TAGLINE　...　the muse and the guard dog

does he soft launching he's the one who took her 'girlfriend material' photos on instagram? well it's a hard launching so-

he always includes heart emoji in the reply of her post and got teased from other members lol

kiki: *unofficial no.1 mingyu supporter*

no one:

mingyu: don’t come close to her or i’ll bite you *glares*

they look good, cook well, clean well-

ykwim, they’re in charge of grocery shopping and cooking in the group, other boys will just following them around and be like “i trust you guys just leave the carrying task to us” and it’s hilarious

but when they showed up on red carpet or at the same event? they’ll be THE hot topic *wink wonk*

she can’t just leave poor mingyu when he got teased from everybody so she’s the one who always pats his back

and he has soft spot to have her pat him on the head 💆🏻

he loves to dry her hair, and blow-dry is her least favorite task so... yeah she presumes his goodwill a little in here ;)

PDA wasn’t her best speciality at first ( it’s not that she was uncomfortable or anything, just her japanese thing tho ) but from one point kiki just gave up and let it be 🧘🏻 and guess what? he was the main reason-

they have certain intimacy that sometimes strangers got wrong idea as they’re in relationship or smth, well it’s not ( or they really had... uhm, intimate relationship before? ) but boy doesn't come to pLAY

like i don't trying to be suspicious but he basically has an unhealthy obsession with her, i mean, he is okay that she's having affair with other members ( kinda poly idea ) but he will NOT stand the idea of her with the men outside of the group, it's complicated yk

3/3 of the ‘knight line’ - just imagine seungcheol, jun and mingyu surrounding her like a freaking castle wall, people will be terrified lmao

✦ 🍕 ⸝⸝ ⸺ seokmin / dk

#　kiki　+　seokmin　／　kiseok　...　65%

#　TAGLINE　...　overflowing happy virus :)

they are the happy virus, a sunshine, the definition of sweetness

the bright and positive energy they deliver when two are together is just-

well it can’t be said that she is able to keep up with his chaotic side but she loves he’s having fun and enjoying 100% at the moment

dokyeom LOVES her dishes, he’ll eat anything as long as she cooked

and learns how to cook from her willingly, although both knew he be like etrnal beginner lol

usually they cuddle together in the green room when they take a nap

he had a small crush on her when they were trainee, it was kind of feeling a boy would have for the prettiest girl in the classroom

eventually it grew to the sister/brotherhood relationship that literally ✨glowing✨

he often jokes about how his sister and parents love kiki more than himself, telling him to be kind and gentle with her or you’ll see the consequences time to time, since she’s the only female member and his family always worry about her

he’s the type that gets rattled and worried around her when she is sick or tired and tries to help her but have no idea what to do ( it’s sweet tho )

she knows he always wants to support her and wishes her best

he somehow always ends up with cups her cheeks at the end of conversation

did she cried when saw his excalibur with jeonghan? yessss

sometimes she surprised that he’s actually a grown mAN bcs she’s so used to take care of him as a little brother

so grateful to have someone like him ( and same thing goes for dk )

✦ 🍊 ⸝⸝ ⸺ seungkwan

#　kiki　+　boo seungkwan　／　kiboo　...　70%

#　TAGLINE　...　handsome and cutie pie

they are like the princess and the knight... but in this case, seungkwan is the princess and kiki is the knight yk

officially her grandparents’ favorite member

kiki: kwanna guess what my family send you some food again ㅋㅋㅋ

seungkwan: oh my god when i can start the goddamn diet *takes a bite*

it’s just helpless 🤷🏻

the jogging friends

like he sometimes gets angry just because he adores his noona too much and can’t handle the emotion, kind of ‘precious aggression’ but never eVER hurt her fr

he’s the best member at taking care of her when she’s in period, especially in the trainee era besides some boys just cluless and dk what to do at first ( now they all progressed thanks to seungkwan )

in pre debut era, there was a time once he just lost his mind and suddenly having no idea how to interact with her ( hint: adolescent ) so had no choice but to avoid her, and it was his biggest regret

other member: *tries to fight him back*

seungkwan: *immediately hides behind her*

kiki, to other member: HOW DARE U TRYING TO HURT MY CHILD

he once said if he were a carat he would be a kiki stan 100%

kiki in every group trip: *being his no.1 cheer leader*

she being like “that’s my girl baby 😌” towards everything he did, can’t stop smiling

not him watching cheering and promoting on sns every acting works she has done 🥲 ( and sending a coffee track ofc )

✦ 🐻‍❄️ ⸝⸝ ⸺ hansol / vernon

#　kiki　+　hansol　／　kisol　...　55%

#　TAGLINE　...　cream in the coffee

like kihoon, they’re just not loud as others — but hey, it’s strong

they are simply close to each other, she’s fond of him and he looks up and follows around her like a second shadow

she trusts his taste of music, kiki always listens to his reccomends and it helps her to expand her music knowledge a lot

he’s the only one who she can actually be proactive for kissing to ─ like, to cheecks i mean

he regurally compliments her, esp when kiki dressed up for award shows like “wow noona is so beautiful, just breathtaking” and she’s just being ... well, japanese

not he unborthered for the jokes by other groups’ members as “i want her to be our group~” or “can we have her as our noona / eonni too 🥺” and he just goes “no, sorry, she’s our noona” with straight gAZE lmao

movie lovers ! they’ve similar taste and often spend a night watching movie together: studio ghibli, wes anderson, mcu and many more

usually she doesn’t have a pick between cat and dog as she love both but can’t help being a cat person while killing time with him

he’s the only one who can watch her kiss scenes in her works without flinch, he just ... chill ( while other boys freaking out ofc )

she loves his dancing style too much, u can always see in the bts that she’s fangirling over his performances

kiki is like an anchor to him, although vernon has his own rhythm for communication and, well, existing, she always make sure he can be himself yet included within the group

✦ 🦖 ⸝⸝ ⸺ chan / dino

#　kiki　+　dino　／　kino　...　65%

#　TAGLINE　...　different shape, same warmth

oh BOY

he's so whipped for his noona

and you can see she really adores this little maknae

is he wrapped around by her little finger? obviously.

he truly respects her as a dancer, performer, idol and a role model

from most parts, she wrap her mind around him, but the same time there is the part of him that she never knew nor understand about it

lee family is like an supporter team of kiki, from dino’s parents to grandma to brother... they are full of kiki stan

she respects that he’s the first child in the real family as some ( or in many ) times he’s the one who’s more mature

she treats him as a grown man as he deserved and dino appreciate that

but kiki loves when he being a little brother, won’t waste a single moment to express her affection

he couldn’t be more happier when they spend the night in practice room, thinking and practicing dance together

jeonghan revealed once she cried after listened to "zero" for first time and... he saw the consequences for sure haha

she always showers him with full of praise words when he did solo stage or project or danceology basically anything on his own

he has secret affection of her humming in the kitchen while making some dishes, it’ll just comfort him at instant especially when they were trainees ( he even recorded on his phone without telling her one time )

on trainee era, when he couldn’t help himself from homesick or just tired about same old days, couldn’t attend school events, she took him to the night drive and had secret snack just by themselves

dino had envied woozi so much when he found out now she’s doing similar things to his hyung as well, he thought it’s only his privilege but accepts at the end

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[dellalyra]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ - nanami kento x reader, suguru geto x reader.

pixie says: mdni rly this is nsfw (not like explicitly just mentions of sexy times) hurt/comfort, angst but happy ending and i wrote this in a moment of sheer inspiration that consumed my body.

You loved him, truly. You really did love him. You can imagine yourself growing old by his side, hairs going grey and kids growing tall - you wanted that, and you wanted it with him.

But that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss it.

Didn’t miss him.

Your very first official date he picked you up in his car, coming around to open your door and press a chaste kiss to you cheek whispering how beautiful you looked.

He’s never made you cry, he’s never made you hurt, never made you scream or throw photo frames at the wall.

If you’re upset, he’s beside you with a comforting word. If you’re angry, he’s coming up with solutions to the problem. If you’re stressed, he asks how he can help and then fucks away the tension in your shared room.

He’s perfect.

The perfect man, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect husband. He was ready built for a long term relationship and you fell for him quite easily.

You love him, you desire him, you can’t wait to marry him.

But he’s not him.

And a part of you is infinitely grateful for that.

Because he made you cry, he made you hurt, he made you scream and throw photo frames at the wall.

But sometimes, when he’s asleep beside you, the lights are switched off and you’re staring at the ceiling you miss the way those lips would curve into that devilish trademark languid smirk and the mirth you could see in those dark, dark eyes.

You miss the rain - the screaming and crying that was always fueled by emotions so large they felt uncontrollable and burst out of both of your bodies in anger and fear and sadness and love and lust and joy. The highs were higher with him, it felt like winning - that you two did something special.

The adrenaline is something untidy, unhealthy too but oh so worth it when your hands tangled in his long dark hair and he cradled your cheek in his large palms and kissed away every worry and every tear that he had caused. It felt so good when the sight of someone from the Kyoto school flirting with you had set him off so badly he had punched the poor kid and after you shouted at him to let you live he slammed you up against the dorm room wall and filled you time and time again, growling a hymn of ‘mine, mine, mine.’ into the crook of your neck where dark purple bites would linger for days to match the lines your nails had sliced down his back as you tried to get him closer, closer, closer.

You realise you’re glad he’s not him one day, a crisp fall day. Your mother sat, hands curled around a coffee he had made her as she laughs at something he says and then your father asks him about his week - was he busy? how is the return treating him? is his daughter’s tall, white haired best friend a nightmare to work with?

He makes a joke about loving you enough that even Satoru is manageable, you mother coos and your father claps him on the back. He asks how the archiving of cursed tools is going for your father, asking how the workload is, whether he’s had any interesting finds?

The conversation continues. Your mother squeezes your shoulder with a kiss on your head. She knows. She was there for it all.

She knows you love him. Knows you adore the very ground he walks on. But she’s human too, she saw the passionate calamity of overwhelming young love that used to be, she knew that the pain would never go away - but she knew you were in love again. Even if it’s different this time.

She was happy it was different.

You’re happy it’s different.

Your heart wouldn’t have taken another crack.

He stays. He loves selflessly. He cherishes.

He adored. He loved completely.

He left.

He died.

You remember the day he left. Falling into your best friend who tried to do what was asked of him (the impossible) - but couldn’t. Screaming at him for doing this - for leaving you. For not trusting you to help. For doing what he did that day.

For the 112.

For his parents.

For Shoko.

For Satoru.

For you.

For him.

You remember healing.

Then falling apart when the school courtyard once again became a stage and the spotlight of your brain was occupied again by him. 7 years older, different.

Different but, the same.

Another man - but still him.

Still the man you loved first, still the man you would have given it all for, still the man who held your heart and crushed it, still the man you knew never did it from cruelty.

Still the man who loved you with every fibre of his very being.

Still Suguru.

He held you that night - and he held you the night he died. The night your best friend, his best friend has to end him. Had to finish the job asked of him all those years ago.

That night the best friend was curled up beside you, holding onto each other in the apartment you shared with him. The grief would never leave. The love would never leave. But you had each other. He had his students. You had him.

He who knew everything.

He who gave, and gave, and gave. Gave with hands, with tongue, with love and with sincerity, he who gave who himself every night leaving a delicious ache the next day.

He who held you tight every night.

He who wiped the tears when things were too much.

He who kissed you like a worshipper at a shrine.

He who helped you heal and he who showed you what healthy, loving, caring, compassionate love truly was.

Nanami Kento who eased your aching soul and taught you how to love again.

It would always be different. It would always feel different. But that’s the truth, one love is never the same as another. That love had lasted two years, had felt like an earthquake shook your soul and you felt that you would never love as strongly as you loved him.

But you did. You loved just as strongly, as purely, but this love - this was built to last.

You’d tell this tale to your daughter years later. Her fathers girl, all his blonde hair and his eyes. The throes of first heartbreak would scar forever.

But you can heal.

You did.

[aanoia]

your taylor swift song imagines give me life so I HAD to request one. Can you do something to Timeless from Speak Now TV with either james, sirius, or remus? whichever one you see fit!

I'm so happy I give you life ;) I chose James bc deep down I'm a James girl and it just fit best with him imo. I hope you like it!

Timeless

James Potter x reader words; 2230 song; Timeless by T Swizzle (TV, duh) alright y'all, this one might get a little confusing. Let me break it down for you. italics is lyrics (and two other super small things, you'll know it when you see it), italics and bold is memories, there's two memories split into three parts total, when the story starts saying would that means thats what would happen if it did, yk. You and James do die, I just wanna make that clear. if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. now, i have two things. one, you can give me requests anyone in the marauders era btw, not js the actual marauders (i'll even accept Peter because i like to think he never became evil and was always just shy little Peter). Second, GIVE ME PREFERANCES PLS they'll be good fillers for in between longer fics so please pls pls i rly want sushi rn anywho HAVE FUN

Down the block there's an antique shop

And something in my head said "stop", so I walked in

Y/n quietly walked into the small antique shop and the woman at the counter smiled kindly at her. She smiled back and gave her a small nod before looking around the shop. It was much bigger than it looked on the outside, so she assumed an enlargement spell was used on the inside. There were loads of trinkets across the many shelves, big and small.

On the counter was a cardboard box

And the sign said photos 25 cents each

Y/n’s eyes caught a bright white sign with bold red letters, “Photos 5 knuts per” she walked over to the table, curious. She thumbed through the pictures, all of them were old, as they were dusty and black and white.

Black and white saw a 30s bride and

Two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house

I smiled as I pulled out a picture of a man and woman. The man was in a nice suit, a bright happy smile on his face as he held the hand of a woman with a beautiful wedding dress on, her smile matching his. They seemed to be laughing in the picture, radiating pure joy. I turned the picture around and read the pen, “Just married! 7/24/36”

The kind of love that you only find once in a lifetime

The kind you don't put down

As Y/n flipped through more pictures, her mind wandered to James. She saw them in these pictures, together no matter the circumstance, with bright smiles on their faces and laughs leaving their lips. They’d be hopelessly in love in any universe, and she knew it.

And that's when I called you, and it's so hard to explain

But in those photos, I saw us instead

“Oh, did you stop by the antique shop?” Y/n’s mom asked as she walked in through the door, a small bag in my hand. 

Y/n nodded with a smile, “I did, it’s pretty cool in there. I’d love to talk more but I need to write James a letter.”

Her mom laughed, “All right, you go, don’t take too long though. Supper will be done soon.”

And somehow I know that you and I would've found each other

In another life you still would've turned my head

James looked up from his desk as a loud pecking noise was made on his window. He smiled as he saw his girlfriend's owl, banging his beak against the glass of his window with a letter tied to his leg and his claws clutching onto a brown package. James opened his window and let the owl in, petting him gently and placing a few pellets on the window cill for him to munch on. 

James opened the letter quickly, pausing as two black and white photos fell out. He furrowed his brows at the photos and his eyes flitted to the package. He grabbed it and untied the string, opening it quickly to find an old book, a few specks of dust on the front. He laughed to himself at the randomness and began actually reading the letter.

Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944

And you were headed off to fight in the war

“Off to war?” Y/n would’ve said, a laughing tone in her voice.

James would’ve nodded with a smile, “Yes. But we could write to each other, we could court and then once the war is over we’ll get married!” He‘d say excitedly.

Y/n  would have laughed, “Of course we will.”\

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James would’ve been hanging halfway out of the train, the only thing keeping him in being his friends as he waved to the love of his life.

“I love you!” She’d shout and he’d blush.

“I’ll see you later, love! Don’t miss me too much!” He’d yell back, blowing her a kiss before he was forced back on the train.

I would've read your love letters every single night

And prayed to God you'd be coming home all right

“Oh, Y/n, don’t be ridiculous. James will be fine, I’m sure.” Lily would tease, smoothing down her skirt as she sat on the bed next to her best friend. 

“That’s easy for you to say, Lils, he’s not the love of your life. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” She’d say, setting his latest letter into a box that held all the other ones.

“Y/n, have faith in the man. He’s strong, he’ll make it.” Lily would persist and Y/n would nod with a sigh.

And you would've been fine, we would've been timeless

She’d run to James at the train station and he’d drop his bag and hold his arms out, catching her in an embrace and spinning her around. She’d laugh joyfully, thankful the love of her life was finally home. 

“Oh, I’m so thankful you’re okay.” She’d whisper and he’d kiss her cheek. 

“I’m thankful to be back with you, beautiful.”

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So even in a different life

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James smiled at her idea, quite liking it himself. He loved listening, or in this case reading, about all her ideas. He knew how much her mind ran wild, thinking of every possibility for every little thing, and he loved it. He loved being a part of it. 

I had to smile when it caught my eye

There was one of a teenage couple in a driveway

Holding hands on the way to a dance

And the date on the back said 1958

James picked up one of the pictures and smiled at the couple, still in their wedding attire, holding hands tightly on a porch. He set the photo down, it not being the one he was looking for, and picked up the other one. He gazed at the two teenagers, almost imagining them as himself and Y/n. He could see it, and he remembered what it was like taking her to the Yule Ball. How beautiful she looked in her dress.

Which brought me back to the first time I saw you

Time stood still like something in this old shop

I thought about it as I started looking 'round

At these precious things that time forgot

Y/n and Lily walked into the train station together, hand in hand, happy to have made a friend before they even arrived at Hogwarts for their first year. Y/n giggled as Lily told her a story about one of her friends, Severus, and promised to introduce the two to each other. Y/n suddenly paused and Lily looked over, concerned.

“What is it?” Lily asked and Y/n pointed to a boy who was messing around with two other boys.

“He’s-” She paused, trying to find the right word. “Beautiful.” Lily laughed loudly and Y/n snapped her head to the side, “What?”

Lily shrugged, shaking off her laughter. “Nothing, nothing.”

That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs

Story of a romance torn apart by fate

Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love like we did

And I'd die for you in the same way

If I first saw your face

James looked at the book he had unwrapped and silently read the title. He hummed thoughtfully and opened the cover, leaning back slightly at the dust that filled the air. He smiled at the dedication the author gave. 

“To the love of my life. We, my dear, are timeless.” He read out loud softly. 

In the 1500s up in a foreign land

And I was forced to marry another man

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

“James.” Y/n would’ve said, running to him and hugging him after they were finally alone. “I don’t know what to do.” She’d cry softly as he rubbed her back gently.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.” He’d say quietly, being equally as lost as her.

I would've read your love letters every single night

And run away and left it all behind

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

“Do you have everything?” He’d whisper outside the castle and Y/n would nod, handing James one of the bags.

“I do. Let’s go.” She’d say and throw the bag over the back of her horse, making sure it was secure as James would do the same. They’d share one last kiss before mounting their steeds and riding away as quickly as possible. By the time the castle woke up and realized the princess was gone, it’d be too late.

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this

So even in a different life

You still would've been mine

We would've been timeless

James laughed at her story, setting down the letter and glancing at her owl who hooted softly, waiting for something to return back to his owner. James pet the owl again before pulling out a piece of parchment, his quill, and an ink well, and immediately started writing back.

Time breaks down your mind and body

Don't you let it touch your soul

It was like an age old classic

Y/n smiled as the familiar pecking of her owl reached her ears. She rushed to her window and opened it, petting her owl gratefully and pulling the letter off his leg. Y/n sat down on her bed and practically ripped open the letter.

The first time that you saw me

The story started when you said hello

In a crowded room a few short years ago

It was third year, in the Great Hall. Y/n had spent the last two years of her life pining after the one and only James Potter, who barely even glanced at her. At least, that’s what she thought. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. 

“Just go talk to her already, Prongs.” Remus said quietly, patting his friend on the shoulder. 

James shook his head, “No way. I couldn't.”

“Why not?” Peter asked.

“Because Peter, she’s perfect. She’s beautiful, has perfect grades, I mean, she’s probably the smartest witch I’ve ever known, minus my mom. She’d never like someone like me.” He explained and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Dude, you’re hot. That’s all you need, now go.”

And sometimes there's no proof, you just know

You're always gonna be mine

We're gonna be

“Hi, Y/n.” James said, standing awkwardly as the girl turned around awkwardly.

“Oh, hi, James!” She said, a small blush painting her cheeks.

“Okay, bye, Y/n.” He said, walking off and cursing to himself for messing it all up like that.

“Uh, bye, James?”

I'm gonna love you when our hair is turning gray

We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we made

And you'll say "Oh my"

“Aha, look what I found.” James would have said to his wife, pulling out the pictures she had sent him many, many years ago.

“Where did you find those? Did you find the book too?” She would’ve asked, a smile on her face as she would look at them. 

James would’ve shook his head, “Nope, no book. I’m not sure where that went. I found the letter though.” He’d say and pull it out as well. Y/n would smile as she reread her words.

“Oh wow, I’m such a sweetheart.” She’d say with a laugh.

“Not much anymore.” James would tease and Y/n would’ve hit his arm. “See what I mean.”

We really were timeless

We're gonna be timeless, timeless

You still would've been mine, we would've been

“Come on, Harry. I saw this shop when I was going on errands with mum.” Ginny said, pulling her boyfriend into a cute little antique shop. Harry looked around in awe at the shop.

“Why, hello there, young ones.” The lady at the front said, a warm smile on her face.

“Hello, ma’am.” Harry greeted and Ginny smiled at the old woman. 

Even if we met

On a crowded street in 1944

Still would've been mine

You would've been

“Look, pictures.” Ginny said, pulling Harry over to look through them. They sifted through them silently before Ginny pulled one out. “Harry, these look a lot like your parents.”

Harry grabbed the photo and inspected it closely, “They… they are my parents.” His eyes widened as he looked at the cost of the photo. The sign had bright red ink on it, “photo’s 5 knuts per”.

The lady at the front smiled when Harry placed the picture on the counter. She gazed at the photo and shook her head with a laugh.

“I remember when she first walked in here. Ah, it was such a long time ago. She bought a few of these and an old book, and two weeks later she brought him in. They were such a sweet couple. I wonder how they’re doing now.” The woman reminisced as she took the knuts from Harry.

Harry smiled at the woman, holding back tears, “Yeah, I wonder too.”

Down the block there's an antique shop

And something in my head said "stop", so I walked in

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[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

Sam!!! I have a question bc I can’t get over your art style: do you have any tips for drawing full body poses and making movements look natural? Like… especially legs and lower torso. It’s still something I struggle with (esp if I don’t have a super direct reference) but you do it so super well!!

thanks for the ask!!! so definitely recommend references (and i will keep repeating this until i die) and just start collecting photos on pinterest of dynamic poses if you haven’t already! (ill link my poses pinterest board here if you want to look though what i use, i do recc using real subjects and straying away from pre-drawn or 3d animated poses until you understand how the human body interacts w one another, as if can end up screwing up ur understanding of anatomy if your using unrealistic proportions to practice w)

I also recommend using loose and fast lines to get the basic movements down before going in with more detailed lines, and learning where a persons centre of balance would be in a certain pose and how that affects the stance(why i rec using real subjects as reference).

and if your going for dynamic moving poses? just start drawing them. draw different poses over and over. someone jumping, rollerskating, etc. it might look like shit at first (at least it did for me) but once i understood how the body bent and twisted and foreshortened, it became a lot easier to draw poses.

im not the best at explaining and by no means a professional, but this is what helped me about 1-2 years ago go from rly shitty stiff poses to somewhat normal looking people!

okay now exposing my old (fan) art from a couple yrs ago to show u my progression

early 2022. still feel really stiff and didnt really understand anatomy; wasnt using human references. also proportions left the chat.

late 2022. started studying/using real subjects as reference, learning how limbs and weight shifting works. also finally learned proper proportions of the human body!

early-mid 2023. started practicing more, using more dynamic poses in the art i did, and finally understanding more and having fun with it.

and then of course now! i was not perfect then and i am definitely still not perfect albeit better. im finally at a point where i am happy with a lot of drawings that i do, whereas before i was not. it took time (i am definitely not consistent with learning lol so it took me even longer) but it has paid off! i hoped this helped a little bit even though it was probably all over the place, but thanks for the ask! <3 havd a good day

[echo-three-one]

I rly don’t want anything but a ghost x reader :’) because I miss my baby

When I saw this, I wanted to initially bail this ask and apologize. I didn't want to get called out again as a terrible Ghost fic writer and get blocked by more blogs but eh... I guess there are perks of being a writer... Just gotta accept and keep moving on.

Anyways. this one's short and kinda not what everyone would expect from me.

Hope you have fun, readers. (Wait, I have readers aside from notif squad?!)

You unloaded the last box and dropped it on the floor by the door, wiping your forehead as you placed your hands on your hips and looked at your new home. This is it, you were finally living the dream. Leaving your country was never easy, but you thought of spreading your wings and the idea of a fresh start was what's best for you.

Your new apartment room was the most decent you could get out of all your options. It looked like someone left on a rush as you saw a newspaper from last week still on the table by the living room. Guess they left some of their stuff for you.

Oddly enough, the said newspaper attracted your attention as the page was open on an article that showed 2 people, who looked like soldiers, one had a mohawk and the other looked old, had a moustache and an explorer hat. It was labeled 'Most Wanted'. You didn't bother to check the rest of the article and kept the newspaper immediately, thinking that you could use it for when you paint the walls.

Still tired from travel, you decided to unbox your albums and notebooks from highschool, as you felt a sudden wave of nostalgia. You just arrived in the new country for like 2 hours and you already felt homesick.

Among the stack of notebooks and binders, one particular book caught your attention. Your high school diary, which was unlocked for some reason and you were glad it was, because you were sure you never found any key when you packed your stuff.

You flipped through the pages of your vibrant high school life and smiled at the narration, word usage and good memories it had. Until one summer when you found a photo attached to the page.

The photo was that of you and Simon Riley, he was one year ahead of you and you both met at  art club. Well, he wasn't a member there but a football toppled your popsicle Eiffel tower and he stayed up until night to help you fix it back.

You were both sitting by the dock of the lake, your smiles were over the heavens, laughing at something that wasn't remotely funny.

The caption read: 

"I remember how we felt, sitting by the water

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

She is the best thing that's ever been mine"

Then you slowly closed your eyes as you remembered him singing that line of the song back in the lake almost 10 years ago. You told him that was the song stuck in your head after you met and he kinda liked the song as well.

This memory suddenly made you cry as you remembered how your relationship with him ended. It was tragic as you two got along for quite a while and even endured the fact that he was in a different school. 

Then one summer, you both met back at that lake, he gave you news that devastated you. He didn't really plan to break up with you that day, but it felt like you should. You couldn't handle the burden of the two of you worrying for one another as it was too emotionally painful to think about.

You no longer had a diary that time but you still remembered his exact words.

"I'm enlisting myself to join the military." he muttered. No intros, no everything, he just straight up said that. You remember your mind process at that moment, thinking about how you two could survive his decision. But no matter how far you've thought about it, it only led to the same conclusion.

"I… I wish you luck." you remembered your voice croaking at that response as you gave him one final hug. You didn't even have to say it, but the context of the two of you splitting up was there. The romance that once bloomed by the water, ended at the same place.

"Be careful out there…" you whispered.

"I will. Take care." he responded with back rubs as you felt your tears drop on his shirt. You were going to miss him. A lot.

"Hey now. Don't cry. Always remember…" he pulled back and looked at you straight in the eye.

"You were the best thing that's ever been mine." he smiled, quoting the line from your favorite song. All you did was hug him again, so tight that you almost don't want him to go.

"One last run at our fave ice cream shop?" he invited and you nodded.

You couldn't help but cry at that memory. It was always dear to you as he was one of the reasons you felt that someone would really love you. But then again, the first love isn't always the last.

You looked out the window and smiled, wondering wherever Simon is right now.

"I hope you're happy, wherever you are. I won't ever forget how you taught me how to love." You whispered as you continued to unbox your stuff. It was going to be a long day.

[herzlak]

Let's talk about Tatort 2022...

Alright, due to personal reasons 2022 is going to suck and I'm anxious to only think about all this. This will be drifting from one depressive episode into the next featuring anxiety attacks and borderline-ish stuff. BUT there's Tatort and Tatort 2022 is gonna be fucking LIT.

ARD giving us a treat by starting the year with TWO Tatort episodes. January 1st is Stuttgart, which I'm not rly into but the critique so far is good so... Then there's January 2nd with Dortmund "Gier und Angst" AND I'M SO HYPED. This episode is gonna be Pawlak centered and I love Pawlak. There should be a fair amount of Rosa too, couldn't be better. Also WHUMP. And hands down, Rick Okon is superior at those sad, heartbreaking scenes. Last episode I cried just because of his facial expression, anywAyS-

Then only two weeks later shit's about to blow because we're going back home, y'all! Tatort Münster fucking finally! "Des Teufels langer Atem" is something I'm extremely hyped for because it's "Alle für einen, alle für Thiel" to quote Tittelbach. Family content. Everyone sticking together. Thiel whump - yeah okay, that's gonna break my heart, BUT STILL! Alberich (and Boerne hopefully?) is gonna take criminal paths and there's gonna be her and Vivian Peters roasting Boerne. I miss badass Alberich!! I miss Alberich in general. The rest of the lot too. And I desperately need more Mirko content.

Only ONE week later the epic return of Germany's most depressed gays. "Das Herz der Schlange" and that shit's gonna hurt. Yk I feel like Tatort is giving us a lot of hurt and whump in 2022.

Tatort Dortmund is literally killing us, folks! Another episode coming up in February. "Liebe mich" sounds like some Bönisch x Faber drama. Also: I don't think Pawlak's personal drama will be solved within one episode only so...

TATORT MÜNCHEN, Y'ALL! I hate Fasching, but I'm soo excited for a Faschingstatort. "Kehrhaus" is gonna be amazing, that's it. Good chance Kalli will dress up or something, remember how hyped he was for the Oktoberfest?? Yeah some good gay dads and their son content hell yes.

Let's talk about March!!! March 6th is Tatort "Propheteus" time and I'm pretty sure Boerne will finally get his shit together and comfort Alberich at least a little. AND LOOK AT THOSE BEHIND THE SCENE PHOTOS CHRISTINE ALREADY LEAKED!!! Hyped as fuck tho the storyline is wylddd. Gonna be messy but great and there's a dog.

Yeah by the way... Tatort Münster "Recht wem Recht gebührt"!!! Yep three episodes this year, fellas! Gotta be great!

Summer should be Tatort München "Flash". They're serving... Love it.

The year ends with Tatort München as well. As a period drama Downton Abbey fan I'm super hyped for "Krimidinner". That's gonna be the best Christmas present ever!

BUT that's not it! Cause there's a lot of episodes coming that we know about, but that don't have a date yet. Look...

TATORT KIEL, FINALLY! I'm deprived as shit. My bi ass needs more Mila content. Also: I love Mila's and Borowski's friendship whatever relationship. "Borowski und die große Wut" has been shot in 2019 already and it's finally gonna air... Mila looks like a fucking snack omg AND THE STORYLINE IS COOL, THERE'S GONNA BE WHUMP YAY! Next two up are "Borowski und der Schatten des Mondes" (apparently the first Tatort Kiel to air in 2022) and "Borowski und das hungrige Herz". Second one is still pretty blurry, there's gonna be kink and sex stuff for all I know. But the second one leaves me screaming because it's affecting Borowski privately and I always love them. Aaand it's already known that Mila is gonna have his back (at least for a bit).

TATORT WIEN FUCKING FINALLY, IT'S BEEN MONTHS!!! 2021 was too little old married couple content. "Alles war recht ist" already sounds so nice idk I'm just happy to have them back!! But Heinzi is gonna be an annoying brat again so let's see what Eisner says about that lmao.

Last but not least there's gonna be more Tatort Bremen. Idk when, idk what. What I know (and that breaks my heart) is that the next two episodes are only Linda and Liv. Because for wHaTeVeR rEaSoNs Dar Salim said NOPE. Gahhh I'm such a sucker for Liv and Mads, just the trio in general actually. Liv and Linda are great yk, but I want Mads there too...

ANYWAYS TATORT 2022 LET'S GOOOOO!

[h2bakugou]

Hi! Can I request a bakugou Drabble for like the up movie au where he’s like going thru memories of them as kids to teens dating to married but they’re not rly old in the present yk and it’s j all soft n bubbly hehe tyyy

a/n: hiii! of course, love! i love the movie up, i haven't watched it in a bit, but it's a great movie.

pro hero au

summary: bakugou reminisces about how you two had grown up together, and he’s so thankful to still have you by his side.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, like one dirty joke

wordcount: 1k

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There are days when you really get to thinking about the past. The ones where you’d look back on old photos and smile, remembering how much fun you had in the moment, or maybe wiping away a stray tear from being reminded that life has its rough patches.

The box had been delivered to Bakugou’s agency by Kirishima. Some friends all teamed up and put together a box for him, just to remind him of their time spent at U.A.

Bringing it home, he didn’t think much of it. He was welcomed by the amazing scent of food that you’d whipped up, as well as a loving kiss on the cheek.

“What’s that?” You asked as you followed Bakugou back over to the kitchen table, watching as he opened the brown cardboard box that looked too full to have even been closed.

“Shitty-hair sent it. Said it was just a bunch of photos and crap.” Bakugou pulled out the first pack of many photos, stacked and rubber-banded together to hold them in place.

Peeling the band off, the first photo gave him a shot of nostalgia. It was when he’d won at the sports festival his first year at U.A. Kirishima and Kaminari stood beside him smiling, arms over his shoulder as they cheered for him. Sero could be seen in the background waving his arms around.

“You really were a cutie.” You tease, ruffling his untamed blonde locks between your fingers.

“Shut up.” Bakugou smirks, flipping to the next photo.

A picture of you and Bakugou holding hands from when the whole Bakusquad spied on your first date.

“They were so proud of you when you finally asked me out.” You pointed to the framed photo in the box of the entire group together.

“Kaminari wouldn’t stop flirting with you! It was pissing me off.”

“So you were jealous that he was making moves and you weren’t?” You hug Katsuki from behind, laughing as Bakugou only growled in response.

You quickly checked up on the food you were cooking and made sure it wasn’t burning.

“I wanted you from the day I laid eyes on you.” Bakugou smirked, looking at you in the kitchen.

“Kinky.” You smiled.

“I thought you thought I was overbearing or some shit.” Bakugou explained, thinking back to the first time you’d even interacted.

“You practically blew my face up, it was a bit startling but we were only sparring. Afterward, you were sweet.”

“I am not sweet.” Bakugou flipped through a few more pictures, smiling at the cheesy couples ones he guessed Mina had picked out to throw in there.

There were a few really good photos of you in the stack, ones from the trip to the forest, and some from the bus ride to the licensing exam.

“What the-”

“What is it?” You ask.

“When did you dipshits do this to me?” Bakugou asked, flipping the photo in question around to you.

“That was the first time you got drunk. You passed out because someone has a bedtime at eight-thirty. So we did what any friend group would.. We tattooed your face in sharpie.” You smile, laughing at the photo of a sleeping Bakugou, face covered in marker.

Your mark was a bright red lip print on his cheek as well as a curly mustache on his upper lip.

“I don’t remember even washing it off.” Bakugou grumbled, rubbing his face at the ghostly feeling of a kiss being planted on his cheek.

“I had to help you wash it off while being completely hungover. You were still kind of tipsy when you woke up at four am.” You roll your eyes at his early sleep schedule.

Moving onto the next hefty stack of photos, Bakugou could already tell they were old. You were much younger in the photos as well.

The first photo showed you and Bakugou wearing almost matching outfits thanks to your parents agreeing to let you and Bakugou go on a sort of ‘date.’ 

You’d known Bakugou since elementary school, and your parents were close with his. You just started hanging out together.

“Awe look at us.” You smile, pointing at a tiny Bakugou dressed in a cute yellow outfit.

“Shut up.” Bakugou smiled at the photo, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you closer to him.

“We’ve been together for years haven’t we?” You laid your head on his shoulder and started thinking back into the past.

“The first time we actually met you made fun of me for my shoes. Only because yours didn’t light up.” You nudge Bakugou.

“I was not jealous!” Bakugou tried to defend himself.

“Mhmm. Okay hun.” You kiss his cheek and pull away, returning to the kitchen to turn all the cookware off so your food didn’t burn.

“We really have been together for a while.” Bakugou mumbled. He was happy. He’d found you again after you moved in junior high, and then you came to U.A and that spark that he’d lit inside you years ago had never gone out.

“Dinner is ready love.” You stand beside him as he searches through the box, determined to find out what’s at the bottom.

Opening an aged red-velvet jewelry box, Bakugou’s eyes widen at the silly necklace inside.

“I thought I’d lost this thing.” Bakugou mumbled, pulling it out.

It was an old All Might necklace. With a mini All Might in the center, Bakugou remembered the first time he’d bought the necklace.

“What’s that?” You ask, giggling at his fanboy nature.

“I’d bought it for you but when I planned on giving it to you, I could never find the damn thing!” Bakugou laughs, unclipping the necklace, motioning for you to turn around.

“Awe.” You smile as you pull your hair back and allow him to clip the necklace around your neck.

“How do I look?” You model the necklace off for him and he only smiles.

“You look beautiful.” He comments, pulling you in for a kiss.

Bakugou was happy. He had you, and he had his passions, and he was truly blessed to be where he was. He had amazing friends and tons of memories he would never forget.

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[gimbapchefs]

♧ hi i love u :-)

AIGHT LEMME JUST SPILL MY LOVE FOR YOU

You’re my: best friend on here?? you're also the mutual i talk to the most and i think the one i've talked the most about nonbts things

How I met you: i don't think i've told you this but i remember going through the jikook tag (my daily ritual last year LOL) and seeing your posts and just thinking you were a really cool person but my ass is shy and also didn't make content so i was like imma just stay in my shell but im happy i slid into your messages one day. i think you rb one of my posts and screamed in the tags so i was like oKAY today is the day you become friends with rosebowl

Why I follow you: your content is wonderful just like you and i get a kick out of the tags you leave. also i think we both flip our sh*t at anything any member does and i love that about us

Your blog is: lovely (im terrible at adjectives h e l p) i always have liked your black theme with a pop of color whether that's the red or now orange, it just looks really clean?? and your profile picture/header always match really well. on your desktop format the d-2 image is so cool and the whole theme is just incredible

Your URL is: lol ur not kim seokjin but ur butterseokjin (sometimes i think im funny 😂😂) no really i like it even tho i was so confused when you first changed it bc i didn't see your pinned post and i was like who tf is butterseokjin messaging m-OH IT'S SHARIKA NVM 😂 i also rly love rosebowl it's a clean name with references we love to see

Your icon is: i can't function when jimin pulls his hair up like that and the orange coloring is beautifulllll, in regards to your old icon of yoongi imma be totally honest that for the longest time i didn't look at it closely and i always thought it was jungkook and then i looked at it after we'd started talking and was like WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THAT'S YOONGI then went a little feral

A random fact I know about you: you have a degree in international business and studied abroad in the uk which is awesome in so many ways and im excited to see where your future takes you :0

General opinion: i love you and also hope we can hang out one day esp since we live in the same country and most of my mutuals are on the other side of the planet in very different time zones. let's continue those chats about pancakes (yknow 👀) and i look forward to chatting with you even more :)) i really do appreciate our friendship everyday boo 💖🥺

A random thought I have: yknow you gave me a jikook photo so lemme dig something up from my 2016 archive

(when we meet one day we should get matching plushies or something and be cute like this)

mutuals send me a ♧!

[thatwasntlikeridingabikeuasshole]

i just scrolled thru my moms facebook for scrapbook photos bc i dont take a lot of pics and anyway i wouldnt have older ones and HOLY SHIT

- hlep why so many screenshots of texts ive sent her. sure theyre mostly hysterical but like w h y

- posts the same single dumb meme every april fools day. by contrast, posts a spam of memes on halloween that vary from classics that she posts every year to new ones, and never gets old

- same spam of childhood photos every birthday plus a couple new ones. gets old

- HOW DO U HAVE PICS FROM BACKSTAGE IN MY SIXTH GRADE MUSICAL U??? WERENT THERE AND NONE OF US KIDS HAD PHONES YET

- sometimes im in a part of the scrolling where im like yeah ok i hate how i looked at that time in my life but its fine we moved on and then i pass a pic and im like ?????? THIS IS SO CUTE TAKE ME BACK IN TIME FOR THAT OUTFIT

- OR THE HAIR

- sometimes i come across a really pretty candid pic from years ago where i look older (like as old as now) cuz im not facing the camera and im not standing in height comparison and im just like........if i pretended this was taken with all the other pics from (some recent event that looks similar) it could be our little secret

- god i hated those shoes. and GOD i wish i had them now

- i look so happy in this pic. but rly i was dying inside

- i look so dead inside in this pic. but rly i was having the BEST time

- HOLY SHIT ITS PICS OF ME WITH MY FIRST EVER CRUSH AGES 6-8. HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT NEVER OCCURRED TO ME THAT THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED AND WAS REAL. I BASICALLY VIEW HIM IN THE SAME STANDING AS MY EX-IMAGINARY FRIENDS. MAN I HOPE THAT GUYS OK BUT HES PROBABLY NOT

- *tearing up* the Child...as a newborn baby......remember when the Child was smol....she is all grown up now........that was seven years ago.......my Child................(my cousin)

- found a pic of our 2016 family bucket list and we only did one thing on it. my parents were planning on like building a treehouse and planting a tomato garden and taking us to some nice picnic spot they used to go to but all they did was get divorced lmao

- there are so many pics in here of my two current best friends and my childhood best friend who i still know and im like. damn if they only knew how they looked at the fourth grade science fair

in short this has been: an experience

[ratisnotcrying]

camera

summary: Martin’s written poetry for as long as he can remember - he thinks the first poem he wrote was in year one, probably with some questionable rhyming and no actual link to whatever the task even was, but he had enjoyed it, a lot, and had entered every poetry competition (under a pseudonym) right up until sixth form.

Then, in year twelve, one of his teachers had lent him a photography guide and Martin became obsessed with the idea of taking pictures to go with his poetry.

prompt:  ‘camera’ from creativepromptsforwriting

pairings: jonmartin

warnings: the lonely (entity), hurt/comfort, but otherwise i think it’s just fluff 

word count: 1.4K

a/n: this is cross posted on ao3 and  I thin this is rly ooc - its defo outside my comfort zone and im pretty sure i hate it bUt… i also have tpp on the brain and some of jons lines sounded a bit like juno??

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Martin’s written poetry for as long as he can remember - he thinks the first poem he wrote was in year one, probably with some questionable rhyming and no actual link to whatever the task even was, but he had enjoyed it, a lot, and had entered every poetry competition (under a pseudonym) right up until sixth form.

Then, in year twelve, one of his teachers had lent him a photography guide and Martin became obsessed with the idea of taking pictures to go with his poetry. He would have liked to stay and learn photography, but his life was flipped on its head and he had to drop out. So he did the next best thing: he got a disposable camera and took pictures in his neighbourhood.

It was an… adequate solution - he could take the pictures when he had to walk to the shops or had to wait for his mother somewhere, and he could nip into Boots to get them developed when he was in town. In the few years between dropping out of sixth form and joining the Institute, though, he didn't have much chance to write, let alone have time for photography.

By some miracle, having a stable, full time job changed that because just after he got his first payslip, Martin found a vintage polaroid camera in a heart foundation shop not far from his house - it was quite dear, especially considering that he had to find the right parts, but it gave him the kick he needed to start taking more photographs (trying to get his money’s worth and all that).

He started off taking pictures on his way to and from work. He kept a small notebook with him all the time and tucked the polaroids in between the pages (to stick in at a later date) and would write his poems on the corresponding pages. He had briefly entertained the idea of taking a few pictures inside the institute, though he quickly decided against it - Jon would no doubt have been angry, and Elias seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

His next venture was more nature based and he took to spending most of his time in various national trust parks and gardens with his camera and notebook, though it was at this point that most of his poetry was touched with elements of his feelings for Jon. And various horrors he read about in the archives. It was a weird time.

It had become such a habit, carrying the camera everywhere he went, that it was no surprise that he ended up with more than a few pictures of him, Tim and Sasha together, though these went in a little photo album rather than his notebook.

Sasha and Tim would tease him about his hobby - not in a malicious way, mind you, and, in fact, it turned out alright for Martin in the end because Sasha had nicked his camera once, when they were all at Tim's and took one of Martin's favourite pictures.

He and Jon had been in a not-so-heated debate about something - he can't remember what anymore - and they had completely forgotten that Tim and Sasha were even there until the camera flashed from over the coffee table and the pair of them had started cackling at the absolute horror on Jon’s face. He had tried to tell them off, but their laughter was infectious and he hadn’t been able to keep a straight face for long enough.

Sasha had given the picture to Martin and told him to put it in his photo album, and Tim had joked he should mark this momentous occasion - “the first and only time a picture of the elusive archivist has ever been taken.”

It was a lovely picture. Jon wasn't scowling at him, which was a nice change, and it was clear as day how utterly besotted Martin was - all soft smiles and heart eyes. He had intended to stick it in his photo album, really, but he decided against it - something about it capturing his feelings so plainly made him want to hide it away.

So he put it in his wallet. Maybe it was a bit weird, but it's not like anyone knew he had it or anything, and likely no one would ever need to know it was there. It wasn’t until a week later he decided to get some double-sided tape and paper to stick a poem to the back.

Wish

I wish that you didn't have to know, I wish that my thoughts would slow, I wish that you would see, How much you mean to me.

~~~

It wasn't until he and Jon were safely tucked away in Scotland that Martin was reminded of the polaroid in his wallet.

“Martin, I’m going to the shop. Do you have any cash?”

“Should do - have a look in my wallet. I think it’s on the coffee table.” Martin called back from the kitchen.

There was silence for a moment and Martin went back to the washing up.

“Martin?” Jon said, the vaguest hint of laughter in his voice. “What’s this?”

Martin lifted soapy hands out the sink and used the back of his hand to push his glasses up before turning around. Jon was standing in the doorway holding up a polaroid. The polaroid. Fuck.

“Uhh…”

They both stood there for a moment. Martin was convinced he was actually about to die of embarrassment.

“Sorry? I didn’t- I wasn’t trying to be weird or anything, I just-”

“Martin, it’s alright. It’s… actually kind of sweet.”

“You think? I mean, I thought it was weird when it was taken. I never thought it would be sweet, I mean, who keeps pictures in their wallet anyway? I don’t-”

“Yes, Martin, I think it’s sweet. Now, do you need anything from the shop?”

~~~

A few nights later, Martin couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep most nights, but this was a bad one, one that found him sitting on the little bench outside in his thin pajamas for most of the night. He stared blankly into the horizon, barely registering the sun rising in muted orange through the thick fog that had wrapped around him.

Martin had never been one to indulge, but since his time with Peter he allowed himself this one luxury. Being here, alone… there was cold comfort in it, a tender stiffness settling in his bones, keeping him firmly in this place - he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be here, but it was familiar; it was safe insofar as he could navigate it.

He startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder, which was soon replaced with a blanket.

“It’s cold, Martin. Come inside?”

Martin hummed noncommittally, slowly becoming aware of how the stiffness was actually near painful, the cold comfort was not comfortable, just deceptive, and he couldn't completely tell where the empty landscape ended and he began. Except it wasn’t empty. It wasn’t empty because Jon was there, perched sideways on his lap and half wrapped in the ratty old blanket that had been on Daisy’s sofa when they arrived. Because it was freezing and Jon’s fingertips and lips were already turning a funny grey shade.

He swallowed, throat dry, “Sometimes I think that I'll wake up and you won't be here. Not… not because you don't want to be, more because I still don't know what I did to deserve this. I can’t tell if this is real.”

“You don’t have to earn this, Martin,” Jon frowned, brushing dew-soaked curls from Martin’s forehead, “You’re allowed to be happy,

Martin didn’t seem to hear him, eyes drifting in and out of focus on something neither of them could quite see, “I- We don’t even really know each other, Jon.”

“We have time, Martin, we can learn. For example, I know how to make your tea properly now - it’s very complicated but I know it’s important to you.”

Martin laughed shakily at how proud Jon sounded of himself, and absently started rubbing Jon’s hands between his own to try and warm them up.

“I wish that you would see, how much you mean to me, Martin.” It was Jon’s turn to laugh now, Martin’s cold-kissed cheeks burning up with an embarrassed blush.

“You’re shivering, come on, I’ll make tea.”

[reversecreek]

snickers feverishly at myself for bringing in a 5th... who do i think i am? unstoppable? invincible? suddenly ripples my titanium plated pecs. maybe so. u can find her pinterest here n her playlist here. 

* margaret qualley, cis female + she/her  | you know bradley milligan, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of their life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to looking for knives by dyan like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole snow angels trampled through by your father’s footprints, casually reading a newspaper that’s catching flame & stubbing a cigarette against the wing mirror of a parked cop car thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 11th, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY:

bradley has this memory of meeting her grandmother for the first time n everything in the room was frozen still. even the air. she didn’t feel like she cld move n she got the impression this is how it’d always been in the milligan lineage. the only thing that was allowed to act of it’s own accord was her grandmother’s eyes as she tracked every slightest flinch of muscle. when her father left the room her grandmother reached out and took bradley’s hand n bradley looked at this like it was smthn she’d never seen before until her grandmother leaned close and all she could stare at was a nicotine stain on one of her front teeth. “he’s cold, isn’t he? he’s always been cold. i don’t think he’s mine.” bradley could tell from how tight she held her hand that he was. she could tell by the way she smiled as she said it, too. the way she felt obliged to smile back.

growing up in a huge white house in aquila drive w pruned hedges sounds idyllic n looks it too. swanky cars w tinted windows in the long driveway. always men filing in and out under the cloak of night wearing expensive suits n smiles worthy of a politician’s billboard. bradley’s mum alyssa thought so too n that’s hw she got into this whole mess tbh. tony milligan is very good at advertising. he cld package a jarred human heart as strawberry jam and convince u to spread it on ur toast if he wanted to. he could make u smile politely as u ate ur own. 

alyssa ws this very pretty blonde kind of mysterious presence in a room. everyone wanted to kno her story or fk her but noone rly treated her like a person more just like a puzzle to solve. john green syndrome alert..... literally manic pixie dream girled bt on turbo charge. there were vague whispers she’d run away from home when she appeared in town out of nowhere bt nothing concrete. tony decided he wanted to crack the case n once he set his mind to something there was no changing it. they wound up embroiled in a whirlwind romance. head over heels. he came at romance hard and fast as a freight train. alyssa knew he was into shady things but not quite the full extent of it n honestly she didn’t care bc she wanted security n a family to call her own n tony promised that. they were married within a year. 

tony came frm money bt he wanted to carve his own path n make his own legacy. destined fr greatness he’d tell her. we’re destined for greatness. it sounds nice doesn’t it! alyssa thought so too.

(drugs mention tw) slowly over the yrs he essentially forged his own crime organisation tht only grew. he opened a strip club down the seedier side of irving called ‘no angels’ n this became the front thru which his gang ran drugs in the back (predominantly coke n they pride themselves fr having a Superior Blend apparently) as well as laundering cash n this also was kind of their home base to hang

(abuse tw) their marriage increasingly lost it’s shine n alyssa came to realise she’d been sold a lie n she didn’t rly know this person or what he was capable of right around the time bradley was born. by then it was kind of like Wow i am rly in this n there is not an exit door huh. i won’t go into details bt things were not good at all. bradley witnessed n experienced a lot of things she shouldn’t have growing up. she didn’t understand why other kids drew home in all these different coloured crayons like they were bright places to be. she didn’t understand why everyone got so excited when the bell rang at the end of the day bc she just felt sick. she rationalised tht this was normal when she was younger bc sometimes kids talked abt the monsters under their beds giving them nightmares n she thought mayb they were talking abt their dads too. as she got older she realised tht actually her world wasn’t the same as anyone else’s n she also realised no-one wld ever be able to tell her why. she started becoming friends with the angry feeling in her chest tht she used to try and swallow around this time. often she’d wander the mall for a while to put off going home. smoke on random park benches. watch trains rattle thru town from the vantage point of a random rooftop. 

(abuse, missing person implied, murder implied & grief tw) when bradley was 12 she woke up and all of her mum’s clothes were gone frm their drawers. no shoes anywhere. a framed photo of them at the beach holding bradley as a baby vanished from over the mantelpiece. when bradley asked her dad what was going on, tony essentially said “it was exhausting her. being here. being your mother. she didn’t want to do it any more, so now she’s gone” n then he hugged her. little details leaked into the mix over the yrs. at one point tony dismissed her as having flown overseas to a foreign country to drink in the sun like she’d always wanted even tho alyssa always told bradley she liked the snow best (once she even walked outside as it fell in a thin lace nightgown when tony was out n when bradley said “mom you’re gonna get cold” she only tugged her down and made her do snow angels until her lips looked blue). the most significant memory bradley can never shake from her head is her mother cupping a yellow tulip at the park n saying she hated them. when bradley asked why she only turned and smiled at her as she stroked the hair from her face n then said “because they look so happy”. after bradley’s mum vanished a long flower bed at the bottom of the garden was suddenly overrun with dozens of freshly planted yellow tulips. whenever bradley looked at them out of her window she got this sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach like she was visiting a cemetery. she suspected what had happened to her mum (especially as rumours circulated within tony’s organisation abt alyssa being unfaithful with someone tht used to work fr him) bt she cld never bring herself to truly accept it. thus she ws stuck in this strange purgatory state of not-quite-anger at her mum for “leaving” and not-quite-grief.

bradley rly started to transgress in school after her mum was gone. alyssa was always kind of a character when she’d pick bradley up (wasn’t doing well n acted kind of ‘eccentric’ i suppose u cld say) so tony managed to spin it all as a child acting out in the wake of an unfit mother uprooting n abandoning. bradley became........ interesting. JKHGFSSKJGHFSGHSKFGHFG. she’d snap n resort to violence very easily. very desensitised to it. students were kind of scared of her tbh. as this progressed into proper high school she got in w the more rowdy popular crowd solely bc she was so fking.... wild for lack of a better word. rly would just do anything fr the thrill. had no sense of ‘i shouldn’t do this bc it’s dangerous’. partied harder than anyone. bit back harder than anyone. no filter. hung w a lot of guys honestly bc they had less morals n either found her scariness cool or wanted to fk <3

(hospitalisation, depression & drugs tw) she’s had. a few stints in psychiatric institutions fr various reasons tbh. missed a small chunk of her senior yr fr this but it wasn’t widely known just kind of rumoured. she showcases a lot of similar symptoms to her mum who struggled w severe depression (which was difficult to cope w when ur husband was often pouring ur prescription down the drain fr kicks) n in order to compensate fr the lows she takes a lot of things to kick them into highs. drinks n snorts too much. bradley i love u bt i’m begging u to seek healthier coping mechanisms......

as the yrs went on (especially once alyssa had gone) tony rly started trying to integrate bradley into the business side of things...... she literally. is named bradley bc he was expecting a boy n he was like well let’s still call her bradley. n had in mind she’d still fulfil the role he wanted her to of being his little protege so to speak.... both sexist n ugly all in one fell swoop...... an example of this is he literally. bought her a mint green switchblade for her 14th birthday n named it tinkerbell bc it would “die without attention” aka using it. tht sounds like a healthy gift to give a child tony congratulations sis <3

in an ideal world bradley wld have gone to uni to study psychology bc she jst wants to know how the fk her dad is literally like that bt she probably stuck around n is now managing no angels along with billy n marco (billy’s in her dad’s gang n is, u guessed it, a cunt, n marco is his sort of right hand man so to speak) bc tony’s in the closest neighbouring city overseeing a second ‘no angels’ opening up there to expand into a franchise n widen their income margins. bradley wld also be sort of used as a honey trap type deal once she got older if they needed to lure ppl places n sometimes still is bt it depends. the guys in the club all know not to mess w bradley bc she’s tony’s daughter n literally kind of scary herself sometimes bt there’s also this certain allure tht comes with being the boss’ daughter n it kind of comes across in how they act or talk abt her. yes i will kill them all n no i won’t feel bad abt it <3

think that’s kind of all u need to kno history wise... blinks one eye out of sync w the other..... runs to personality

PERSONALITY:

a phrase i wld always use to describe bradley in old intros is “like a cup of black coffee with one grain of sugar that u don’t taste until the last sip”. also dark chocolate. lime. liquorice. she’s an acquired taste n i feel like u either love her or u hate her. 

cannot express how unpredictably chaotic she is..... frequently throws a drink in a stranger’s face jst to start something bc she’s bored. loves to hurl cheese slices across the room so they slap onto someone’s face out of nowhere. likes smashing things. stubbing cigarettes out on faces in framed family photographs. will literally pick a lock n then smash the window besides it to defeat the whole purpose just bc she found how neat it was boring. does anything fr the adrenaline n thrill. gets into far too many fights n fights dirty. probably been thrown out of every bar in town at least three times. banned from a bunch too.

she’s witty bt she has a dark sense of humour..... can be quite mean.......... loves to roast ppl for no reason........ honestly has some nathan young frm misfits aspects in that sense like jst seems untouchable emotionally n like she doesn’t take anything seriously n is fking outrageous about it.....

has this quality abt her tht kind of scares herself sometimes. it’s like she recognises parts of her dad in her. she’s very perceptive (bc she’s had to be over the yrs trying to read every micro-expression of her dad’s to predict what’s next) n like emotionally intelligent in a way which is ironic bc her own emotions r just an absolute minefield.... bt. she can read people quite well. gets this eerily calm look abt her sometimes n it’s jst like god what’s. she thinking. what’s she’s gna do. i’m shaking. a cool n controlled kind of rage can often be scarier than the explosive type n bradley does that well. grits my teeth n tugs on my collar....

very strong on the surface. hates being vulnerable. has this ingrained idea that crying is childish or rly any kind of emotional display within herself. 50% not taking things seriously 50% angry. tht’s how she comes across....... internally? whole different story. bt ppl don’t see that.

very cavalier abt some things. will flash her tits n not even think abt it. jst very out there...... one of her closest friends is a homeless man named joe who wears neon purple fishnets on his head n loves to spit on ppl from over an underpass. finds eccentric ppl like this funny n surrounds herself w them. loves to be kept on her toes.

LOVES driving stolen cars down the wrong side of the highway. it’s a lot.

fiercely loyal to a fault to a select few bt if u wrong her personally this can switch pretty quick. quite a force to b reckoned w n will hold a grudge. bt like. if ur a Chosen One she’d bury a body for u no questions asked. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

deals to u: bradley isn’t like full time into dealing bt she does do it sometimes.... treats it kind of like a hobby bc the lesser ranked can do tht shit as far as she’s concerned bt.. sometimes also jst gets bored n is like. why not. might be chaotic. mayb they’ll try to rob me <3 we love the thrill <3 or like..... if ur friends w her she’ll deal to u n no she will not do a friends discount <3 or if she does there will definitely be some sort of stipulation attached <3

high skl crew: if ur muse is local n ws an absolutely demonic hell spawn in high skl tht went to 1974547254 parties n was outrageously chaotic n rude then. bradley probably was friends w them <3 her friendships tend to be surface level bt they’d definitely go out a bunch bt whether they actually knew a lot abt her life is debatable bt we could explore options fr this

people who work at no angels: no angels is her dad’s strip club in irving that she kind of helps to run now. it’s kind of a shifty environment. the place where ud have an outrageous bachelor party. u go for the first time w a fake id n u get served bt u also get ur wallet stolen n ur convinced someone spat in ur drink n u also kind of think there might b a hit on u now after u made eye contact too long w a broad shouldered man smoking in a back booth. scary environment. testament to her dad as a person. maybe ur muse is a dancer there or works the bar or security or whatever u name it....

ma’am are u ok?: ur muse found bradley passed out across two bus seats one time in smudged dark eyeliner a silver slip dress n the world’s chunkiest combat boots this town hs ever seen. sometimes she winds up in spots like this when she goes too hard n it’s absolutely dangerous n reckless bt that’s jst bradley <3 mayb they forged an unlikely friendship frm this strange meeting or maybe even? dare i say it? a romance? opposite worlds colliding? good influence? let’s go crazy. release ur inhibitions. feel the rain on ur skin.

hook-ups: bradley’s cavalier abt this stuff..... very unemotional typically..... mayb we cld do an unrequited thing that wld be angsty n fun altho i won’t lie i don’t kno if she’d be the one to catch the feelings.... she rarely sleeps over bt once when she woke up in someone’s bed she hiked over to straddle them carefully as possible so they wldn’t wake up n then pressed her knife to their neck as a fun little surprise where she said boo when they opened their eyes.... she’s a lot clearly.

watermelon slugger, hiiii: bradley has this habit where she gets a bunch of watermelons n then goes to a rooftop n throws them over the edge to watch them explode when they hit the pavement.... maybe ur muse almost got hit by one once n were like WTF???????? another quirky meet cute moment like the bus one <3 can’t stop w them <3 maybe she randomly invited ur muse to do it w her when they were like. a stranger of f the street. she was bored. decided to adopt them as a science experiment. we cn elaborate on this probably....

ouch charlie: similar territory bt she also sometimes shoots pedestrians w a bb gun from rooftops. mayb ur muse wld always get hit by one on a certain route they walked n finally one day they saw her head ducking down behind a ledge n then they see her in the street one day n are like HEY IT’S YOU............. WTF? n bradley’s like ya i’m christ risen again it’s a lot to take in i know...

rly jst anything... mutually destructive friends... exes.... in one rp a character tried to get close to bradley so he cld write an expose all book about her n her family which i found so fking funny so i’ll request that again.... people she’s fought.... ppl whose gf/bf she’s fk’d n it’s caused enemy status.... someone whose place she broke into and shaved their eyebrows off in the night only to draw them on again in crudely thin permanent sharpie lines.... roommates cld be fun n sexy i’d love that actually.... jst anything rly. go wild. kisses everyone tenderly on cheeks.

[yhchanwoo]

hi! i’m very happy to be joining yangcheon (even if it was an impulse decision) & i look forward to learning about all of the characters here! i’ll be writing for kang chanwoo, the kang family’s youngest child and (former?) cello prodigy. i have his stats here, a few plot ideas here (will add more eventually) and a collection of info below the cut. like this post if you’re interested in plotting with us!

TW INSECTS! chanwoo has always been the typical ~weird~ kid. obsessed with horror and unsettling history, comfortable with picking giant bugs up in his bare hands, brave enough to go explore that haunted place you always hear of......... having said that, he’s one of the biggest sweethearts you’ll ever meet. END TW!

didn’t think he was going to go into classical music because it was just........ really boring to him, but then he discovered how eerie and dark the cello can sound and he was like yo...... maybe classical music is cool. as you could expect, he was awful at first, had to endure a lot of criticism & doubt, especially from his teachers who wanted him to focus on school and leave music to his parents bc he was genuinely quite smart. but he kept at it, worked really hard to be on par with his family musically.

known for performing really intense, moody pieces at recitals. he’s..... still quite intense off the stage, but he’s a lot more light-hearted and bright than strangers would assume! has always struggled to fit in with others, but he never stops trying!!!! will be kind to absolutely anyone, no matter how you treat him. might catch a lil attitude every now and then, but honestly, who doesn’t?

as the youngest in the kang family, you could say that he feels a bit obligated to be the bright and happy one. of course, before the accident, this happiness was usually genuine anyway so all he had to do was show it! he was never the elegant musician he was expected to be, always really clumsy, loud, painfully honest. wanted to live a fulfilling life and make tons of people happy in the process. has a huge heart and will love anyone who will let him. even loved his mom a TON in the past despite her constant attitude and strict parenting. thought life was so much better than what others made it out to be. rly naive, gullible, would believe anything (still will tbh). of course, it’s not like he’s had the ~best~ life and his view of the world has become quite dark in the past year but u know. he’s still capable of being that hopeful kid again, he’s just struggling a lil rn.

was accepted into yangcheon university as a musical performance major, but then he lost his dad (see kang family’s history) & kinda......... lost all confidence he had in music, began to break down when he even thought of LOOKING at his cello again. it’s currently hidden under a bunch of old blankets. anyway! now he’s an undecided major who skips class more often than not. doesn’t even skip to be rebellious bc he’s a Good Kid(tm), just does it bc school is exhausting nowadays. obviously he’s real impressive.

the rumor about him practicing (dark) magic...... does he know his way around a tarot deck? yes. does he collect rocks/stones? yes. is he obsessed with the phases of the moon? yes. does he have candles that COULD be used for spells? yes. does he make odd trips into the woods/secluded places with suspicious bags? yes. is he sometimes seen with strange books? yes...... but! he does NOT practice dark magic!!!! probably has no idea that that’s going around since he hardly talks to anyone these days. would explain his behavior if anyone asked (maybe).

like i mentioned before, he likes the cello for how dark and creepy it can be,,,,,,,, but make no mistake. this mf used to be obsessed with the cello. he definitely knows a bunch of taylor swift covers. every time he heard a song he liked, he’d start thinking about how to play it on the cello. probably embarrassed his parents sometimes.

TW INSECTS! really likes bugs. i mean........ he LOVES them. all of ‘em. has kept various kinds of bugs as pets in the past, would probably have some rn if he was capable of taking care of them but with where he’s at mentally, he’s not even properly taking care of himself, so....... maybe later. anyway, he also really likes the simpsons and used to make everyone call him bart as a joke. some of his nicknames are bart, buglord bart, bart the bug boy and just buglord/bug boy. END TW!

also likes photography a lot. he’s not that good at it, but he likes to fuck around with old film cameras or just those cheap disposable cameras. he collects a bunch of pics that don’t have any real subject/meaning, he just thinks they look cool. let him look at your/your family’s photo albums/photo bins/whatever and he’ll be SO happy.

really into history in general. all kinds of history. the story of how u got that one scar, what used to be where that strip mall is now, what a certain area was like five hundred years ago. has briefly considered being a historian but idk he’s still kinda holding onto hope that maybe one day his cello won’t seem so threatening.

thinks overalls are super cool and anyone who disagrees is just a hater. 60% of his wardrobe is overalls + oversized sweaters, 10% is dad hats + bucket hats, 15% is colorful high-top sneakers and the other 15% is things he bought bc of trends or suits for recitals.

likes cold weather and halloween, so this time of the year is usually ~heaven~ for him but he’s really sad rn so he’ll probably just be chillin in his room wearing some too-expensive costume that he ordered online for the lols.

edit bc i wrote this before the event was posted: perhaps he’ll be out and about, grooving around town for the first time in months. match costumes with him........ go trick-or-treating even tho u’re adults..... get a sugar high...... he’ll appreciate it so much. u have no idea.

plays acnh for the serotonin (and the cool bugs).

[amandabe11man]

all of them

yoOOO New Tumblr™ didn’t notify me of this ask for some reason, so sorry.... anyWAY--

Animated character that was your gay awakening? Does Undyne count even though she’s from a game...?

Grilled cheese or PB&J? I’ve had neither, but grilled cheese sounds much tastier, so I’ll go with that

What show/YouTube video(s) do you put on in the background when you when you don’t have anything to watch but you want something on? Creepypasta-narrations

Your go-to bar order, if you drink? I don’t really drink but I MIGHT if the drink barely tastes of alcohol. So...smth sweet. Or a Mojito... Those are okay

What’s your favorite pair of shoes that you own? My Dr. Martens-shoes that I haven’t taken proper care of so now the leather is cracked.. :I

Top three cuisines? - Fried noodles and such things - My mom’s chicken pie - Lövbiff

What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)? I don’t think I’ve ever asked my parents about that, actually, so idk. But I DO have a funny story from when I was really small (but still able to form words), and the grown-ups were watching TV or smth and one of them asked me “hey Amanda, what’s the name of the prime minister?” to jokingly test my skills, and i actually answered “göran persson” in my toddler-voice (AND it was the right answer!)

What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had? I’ve barely had any actual employment, but I suppose that me working at a tech company last year (I illustrated stuff and other things) would be kinda surprising, considering how I’m not a fan of new tech?

Look up. What’s directly across from you? An empty cookie jar

Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general? I have managed to gather up some autographs on paper, but one signed BOOK I have is from when I was little, and our family apparently met with Ilon Wikland (an illustrator, mostly famous for her illustrations in Astrid Lindgren-books). me and my brother got a different book each (ones that she had both illustrated) and she signed them for us. I used to love just looking at her illustrations and take in the atmosphere of them. Her art was prolly my first major source of inspiration, even.

Preferred way to spend a rainy day? Stay inside and enjoy the fact that it’s raining. But I also love to take walks when it rains

What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted? Ummm-- melted cheese, if you’re thinking of the same kinda bagels I’m thinking of

Brunch or midnight snacks? Brunch

Favorite mug you own One that has little drawings of tea-related puns on it

What coffee drink would you describe yourself as? I don’t drink coffee so I rly couldn’t tell you, omf

Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!) Not sure what my mood is, but Bob Dylan’s “The times they are a-changin’” is stuck in my head, so

Fruity or herbal teas? Herbal

What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless? I don’t watch it anymore, but it Vampire Diaries used to be one of those guilty pleasure-shows, lol

That book you were forced to read for class but actually ended up enjoying? Of Mice and Men. And then we watched the movie too, AS IF I HADN’T ALREADY CRIED ENOUGH?!

Do you match your socks? yeUs

Have you ever been horseback riding? yEus

What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc) Most of my phases haven’t really been phases at all, because I’m still into most of those things. I guess my true crime-thing was KINDA a phase, in that I don’t really have the hots for you know.....any of those guys >-->

Have you ever been to jail? Nah

What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)? They’re nice furniture to have when playing ACNL

Puzzles? If they’re on easy-mode, lmao

You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it? Bravo’s orange juice

What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore? The horror section, if the store has one

What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now? Trying to relearn anatomy, and I’m also trying to learn how to draw Rutger Hauer (still) and play a song on the harmonica

Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat? Anything I like goes tbh? But I must say, there’s nothing like dancing it off to some E-Type

Where could someone find you in a museum? At a miniature-display or smth

What’s that one outfit in your closet you never get the chance to wear but want to? My thigh-high socks....

Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds? hMMMMM-- the sunset-colored clouds

If you could own any non-traditional pet (dogs, cats, fish, rodents, etc), what would it be? I’m happy with my rabbits, but idk- maybe a chinchilla too?

Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs? Neither. I’m kinda bad at wall-decorating..

You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go? “Vem vare som kasta?” tattooed on my chest

Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with Wolverine, idk

Lakes, rivers, or oceans? All bodies of water are Noice but dat ocean tho

Favorite mid-2000s song? (we’re still IN the same century js) “Temperature” by Sean Paul, I guess??

How do you dress when you’re home alone? Like I normally would tbh

Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)? Either on the couch or by the table IN the living room

Knives or swords? hmmmmM.... Swords

A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving “You Make Me” - Avicii

Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie I haven’t seen any of those, but uh... Northern Lights?

Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online? I prefer captions, yes

Name a classic Vine I’M ABOVE SUCH THINGS (idk if this was a vine video but you’re welcome anyway)

What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? Ice cream...

How do you top your ice cream? I don’t really do that a lot, unless it’s plain vanilla ice cream. In that case: CHOCOLATE SAUCE MFS

Do you like Jello? I might? I don’t think we have it in Sweden tho

What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did? Me meeting Rutger Hauer IRL. (if I actually DID meet him, that is)

How are you at climbing trees? Pretty good until I get tOO high up

[jindoelf]

200401 HuyaTV live -Hyuk & Chul (Hyuk's birthday)

https://m.huya.com/660274

Hyuk said he could tell which is the spicy one and he likes spicy stuff so he chose the one that looks spicy!

Hyuk chose the spicy one!!

To him it isn't really a punishment he said he will eat it deliciously

Punishment for last week is to have spicy tteokbokki: There are two types of tteokbokki, one spicy and one not, and they have to choose randomly to eat

Hyuk started singing and the translator translated it while singing in Chinese

They have to settle today's punishment at the end today since it's the last broadcast

Hyuk said he will focus on the game so he won't talk

Hyuk really not talking man he looks super focused man

For a period he was literally like this, totally focused and not talking, super cute 🥰

Hyuk: Hello everyone, I'm killer. I kill all of you guys -

Hyuk asked what the popups on the left mean

Hahaha

Hyuk sounds so sad because he has no gun

scratch that he sounds so devastated

FOUND A GUN!!

he tried to run over the other player w his motorbike

Heechul told Hyuk to get off and let him drive instead

So cute.. HC heard gunshots and asked Hyuk if it's him, and the translator translated in Chinese "是你吗? (Is it you?)“ and Hyuk answered in Chinese "是我 (It's me)”.

Punishment is downing Coca-Cola in one shot!

They have to share their feelings after the game and Hyuk was like I don't even know how I died...

Hyuk said he wants to take a polaroid at the moment when he burps but asked how come it's not coming out??

Q. The one who run over you with a car is actually an elf, how to you feel about this?

Hyuk: Really? *shocked*

He also said like he was ran over a few times... and then HC was like Ending Last Friend

No longer Ever-Lasting Friend, but Ending Last Friend

Hahah Heechul likes Stephen Chow's Journey to the West

Stuck again when Hyuk's answering what he does when he doesn't have schedules :(

Hyuk's only wish now is to hold a concert soon....

It's Hyuk's first birthday cake of the year!

q: although its a bit early, happy birthday! whats your birthday wish?

hj: my wish is to hold a concert quickly. the situation in the world is not good right. i hope it gets sorted out quickly so i can meet with elfs soon. this is my wish. lets meet soon everyone

(thanhxuannie)

He knows there are many advertisements and cafe events for him :')

hj: thanks everyone! everyone that made events in cafes and subways, etc, i heard there are a lot, but i can't go out much, so thank you very much, im rly touched

hc: its a relief that youre celebrating this with me. if itd been the other members theyd have smashed the cake into your face

hj: oh i hate it

(thanhxuannie)

Q. (Based on Chinese qn) What do you do to enrich yourself when you don’t have a schedule?

HJ: Lately we don’t have any concerts or schedules so ELFs must be also bored. Everyone can go watch our old videos. There are many concert videos as well as variety shows we’ve been on.

HC: Which show was the most memorable and fun to you?

HJ: There was an episode in KBS 체험 삶의 현장 (20060819) where we went to the zoo. The most memorable part was when we fed watermelon to the hippopotamus.

HJ: When I fed the hippopotamus watermelon, it opened its mouth sooooooooo widely. Then I put a hugeeeeeeee piece of watermelon into its mouth. It swallowed well(?). At that moment, I thought, although the hippopotamus is so big, it eating watermelon is still cute.

HJ: I felt it was a little pity when we filmed KBS 체험 삶의 현장. Usually at the end of the show, everyone would ride a unicorn and put the letter into the heart. But because we didn’t film in the studio, we didn’t have this segment, it’s such a pity.

(Hyuk didn’t even answer the original question in the end lolol)

cr. 鹃鹃要脸

(Haekjoyce)

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heechul says that when they uploaded their polaroid photos the last time, people were saying those pictures that others took for him looks nicer than the selcas he took 😂 so he showed this polaroid to hyukjae that he just took and hyukjae said this is the worst HAHA

they turned on the main mic and said:

Heechul: hello i’m Huya tv’s kim heechul

Hyukjae: I’m killer. I kill all you guys

heechul was saying that during sj returns 1, he showed him in his underwear only and then he said it didnt appear on the broadcast but donghae took off even his(heechul's) underwear and he had to use the comforter to cover himself

one of the question that hyukjae got was that if he knew that the person who knocked him with a car during the previous broadcast was an elf and then hyuk was like "arent we supposed to be everlasting friends???" then heechul was like "more like ending last friend" 😂😂

fan: do you have a cologne that you like?

hyuk: i dont use cologne. I usually use a body lotion after shower because its dry. I like sweet smells like peach smells

fan: please recommend some songs to fans

hyukjae: uh....

heechul: halmeoni (harmony😂)

hyukjae: ah our donghae released a song with bewhy called halmeoni, please listen to it alot

heechul recommends the songs dorothy and love disease

Hyukjae: because KRY is D&E's rival group so I don't wish for them to release a new album

heechul: then how about Y&E?

hyukjae:...uh i might as well just rest like now with no schedules.

Fan: what is your birthday wish?

Hyukjae: my only wish now is to do concerts

(teukables)