#I wrote them poetry. left love notes around their house. cooked him food and went on dates. and I did enjoy it. felt natural and good.

[neverendingford]

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[totaldramafan-lauri]

So.....I wasn’t originally gonna share this, but eh.......

On top of Eurovision, I’ve also been really into Friday Night Funkin’ recently thanks to a friend of mine introducing me to it.....and its plethora of popular mods. In particular, there was one mod that caught my attention....a-and....well.....h-hasn’t let it go yet......Mainly there’s this one really cool character that’s been on my mind a lot, so.....

S-so, I uh.....made an OC. A-and....I wrote a profile for her yesterday....

I-I guess I’ll share this, cuz I feel like there.....might be a possibility that I’ll do something with her in the future? Cuz I do have some story ideas.....I-it’s just a matter of finding the confidence to get back into writing.....I-I dunno if it’ll happen, but it might.

I-it’s kinda....embarrassing, tho....I-it’s been a while since I’ve made an OC purely to be a....well, simp, but here we are.....>//////>

(Also, the picture below is NOT drawn by me. I’m not an artist. It was drawn by the same friend.)

Name: Lina (she doesn't remember her last name...or her original first name for that matter) Height: 5'2" Quotes: "I-I'm sorry!" "Ms. Sarvente would know what to do...." "I hope I don't forget what happened today..." "D-don't look, please..." "W-were you listening? O-oh gosh- uh-" Age: In the 20s range Eye Color: White (in another art style, her eyes would be purple) Hair: Black, waist-length, pretty thick, and usually pretty messy due to her not having the energy to brush it all (she usually makes some kind of effort before going to the church, but it's not a lot) Build(Body Type/Shape/Any Scars Or Markings): Pretty thin. Not stick thin, though, as she does have curves and a pretty decent chest size (that she hides under her sweatshirt most of the time), but she's still pretty thin. She doesn't eat as much as she should. Normal Outfit(The clothes they most commonly wear): A baggy baby blue sweatshirt with a simple sleeveless pink dress underneath, and a matching pink scarf. Knee-high white socks and baby blue slip-on shoes. When it's really warm out, or when she's lounging at home, she'll take off the sweatshirt and scarf and just wear her dress, but most of the time she likes being covered. It makes her feel safe. General Personality: Lina is a very timid, shy woman who is scared of opening up and spilling her feelings out to people, not wanting to be a burden. She has really bad social anxiety, but attempts to be kind and polite to people, even with her lack of experience in social situations. She's always carrying a notebook with her, writing in it frequently. Most of the time, she's very quiet, but when she gets riled up or excited about something, she can talk more than you think. However, she has a tendency to stutter and stumble over her words a lot, especially when anxious or flustered. Her anxiety is bad enough that she hates asking people for things and is scared to draw too much attention to herself (due to awkward experiences with her roommate). She looks up to Sarvente and wishes she could be like her, and loves helping her whenever she can, liking the feeling of being useful (and, although she'll never admit it, to catch glimpses of Ruv). In her writing, she shows a more poetic, hopeless romantic side to her that she's too embarrassed to share, spilling it out into the lyrics she writes. She also uses her writing to vent the feelings she's too terrified to share with the world - her infatuation with Ruv, her feelings of jealousy towards Sarvente, her want and desire to become someone she can never be. She hates her feelings, and she's scared of her feelings.... Other random facts: -Lina is so bothered by her unknown past that she's absolutely terrified of forgetting things. This is the reason why she kept carrying around notebooks. She's been doing this for so long that if she's ever separated from her current notebook, she'll have an anxiety attack. -She's currently unemployed, but is able to continue living with her roommate as long as she takes care of the house. She's flat broke most of the time, only being leant money for her writing, so she doesn't have a phone. She only eats when her roommate does, but on the rare occasion she has extra money, she'll treat herself. -Like all FNF characters, Lina is musically talented - she writes songs (although she hasn't shared them), and she can sing decently well. She's scared of singing in front of others, but does it to herself all the time. However, she has very little experience with RAPPING specifically, making her a pretty easy opponent. -Her favorite colors are pastels, especially blues and pinks. -Besides going to the church on Sunday, she doesn't have much of a schedule, mainly just being alone in the house on most days. -She has a MAJOR weakness for cats. If she sees a cat, she'll immediately go to watch or pet it. Cats are the easiest way to make her smile. -She's normally pretty clumsy, and not physically strong at ALL. She can handle housework just fine, but not heavy lifting. She also can't cook at ALL. Please help her, the woman's a mess -Despite attending church, she's mostly agnostic. She mainly goes just to hang in the back of a side isle and watch Sarvente and Ruv. -Lina doesn't know that Sarvente is a demon, seeing her as a normal nun like the rest of the public. She's also unaware that Ruv is a criminal. -While she's talked with Sarv, she's never spoken directly to Ruv, being too nervous to. He's looked at her a few times, and that's been enough to send her into a frenzy. Likes: Music, writing, feeling useful, inspiration, being at the church, seeing Ruv, when people are nice to her, cats, pastel colors, sunny days, the rare times she's proud of something she wrote, pizza (she associates it with her roommate being nice to her, so it's her favorite food) Dislikes: Forgetting things, being put on the spot, loud noises (like thunder), large crowds, asking for things, being seen crying, when people ask to see her writing, whenever she feels jealous of Sarvente, embarrassing herself in front of Ruv, her body Powers/Skills: No powers. She's a normal human. Skills, however....she can write poetry and music, she can sing, and she's a pretty smart thinker when she's not stressed. Weapons: None Backstory: Lina was found at the site of a horrible accident by the person who would become her roommate, who felt sorry for her and took her in. She had no memory of her life before the accident, being left a scared woman with no past...a blank slate.

At first, she was a wreck, understandably. She tried desperately to remember her past, but nothing worked. Even as she settled into her new life, the fact that she couldn't remember who she was ate away at her day in and day out. Feeling sorry for her, her roommate gave her a notebook to make notes in. Lina found that that helped a lot, and discovered how much she loved writing.

Over time, her roommate started becoming apathetic toward the little "freeloader", and a deal was made so that she could continue living with them until she could somehow get a job: she was to clean and watch the tiny house while they were away at work. She didn't mind this deal since it made her feel less guilty. During her free time, Lina also discovered her love of music, and began singing to herself while alone.

She eventually accepted the fact that she may never remember her past, but at least she can try her hardest to make sure she never forgets again. She began carrying a notebook with her wherever she went, and continues to store all her old notebooks in her room. She never throws any page away.

She records everything: her thoughts, her plans, everything noteworthy that happens to her, and every lyric she thinks of. She finds it relaxing to spill her heart onto the pages, so no one will ever hear her say them....this is especially true after she meets THEM. After meeting Sarvente one day, Lina is invited to join a church. She's unsure at first, but decides to go. And that's where it all began....she met Ruv (well...more like she saw him talking to Sarv), and immediately took to him. Tall, stoic, intimidating...and yet, Lina could see a softness in him whenever he was with Sarvente. She wished she could meet someone like that....someone strong, who could protect her and keep her safe...

And over time, she realized that she couldn't get him off her mind. As if...she was fixated on him. She found herself writing about him a lot. And then she realized that she was very rapidly developing a crush on the man. Being unable to remember what a crush feels like, it was a lot to adjust to at once, but she found herself really liking the feeling....that is, until she realized that she could never hope to achieve the same closeness to him that Sarvente has. She wished she was like Sarvente....

...She realized that she had become jealous of someone who had only ever been kind to her. And she hated it. So, Lina hid her feelings away once again.

Currently, Lina visits the church every week. She's always the first to arrive, and the last to leave. Even when people come and go, she always sits in the back of one of the side isles, writing away in her notebook. She simply likes the feeling of being in the church. The safe atmosphere, Sarvente's kindness, and the possibility of seeing HIM. Sarvente has noticed how long Lina stays for, and sometimes asks her for volunteer work, which she's happy to provide. However, although Sarvente is happy to have a regular visitor, she also doesn't take Lina very seriously, talking to her as if she was a child due to her appearance (if she HAS caught on to Lina's crush on Ruv, she hasn't said anything because of this). "Oh, little Lina, you're so cute!" Lina doesn't mind the headpats and squeals, but has a hard time believing that she's "cute" in any way. Lina looks up to Sarvente, treating her with a lot of respect, calling her "Ms. Sarvente". Sarvente calls Lina "little Lina". Lina likes helping out, but...she also often feels insecure and inadequate due to constantly comparing herself to Sarvente.

One day, after the church closes and Lina is on her way out the door, she runs into someone who Sarvente had a recent tussle with...a guy with blue hair.

(There she is, the tiny pastel nerd.....seriouslyIlovethispiceeeeeeeeebigthankstomyfriendfordesigningheroutfit)

[unknowingtheknown]

First Love

Vampire!Min Yoongi x Reader

I wrote this a while back sometime in 2018.  I don’t know if I should continue it. Comment below! _______________________

He was a vampire.

You were just a plain human.

It had been so long since he’d been littered with affection (and mostly public affection). At first, you thought maybe he actually didn’t like you, that maybe he would just drink your blood at some point and be done with you. It was a terrifying thought, though you’d already grown fond of your vampire and wouldn’t have minded that way of dying. 

Sure, the other boys had tried something on you. Jimin had brought you flowers and food, Seokjin had cooked you endless amounts of food, while Namjoon filled your little room with books of poetry. Then there was Hoseok who’d taken you out on moonlight walks, protecting you from the dangers of the dark. As well as Taehyung filling your lonely nights with funny jokes and pranks on people around you. Jeongguk had shied away from you at first, then realized he couldn’t stay away. He’d bring you the latest technology, having enough money to buy anything he wanted. You played games with him, and it was fun. But, there was Yoongi. He cuddled you when you were most down, talked you through your pathetic problems and told you your life meant something. He praised you when you didn’t hurt yourself, he cared for your wounds, and cleaned you up even if it hurt him to be around your blood. Your blood was rare, special. These seven boys had simply been passing by this town when they found you at some coffee shop. They knew they had to have you, and here they were. At first, your fake confidence had immediately been taken down by Yoongi , who’d pointed out your mask. Literally, the first day you met him. Here you were, wanting to show your favorite vampire how much you cared, wanted, and even loved him. You both had started dating months ago, and you’d taken your time getting closer to him. At first you’d barely touch him arm - he said that was okay. Then your touches became lingering ones - he said that was okay. Then you’d lean in a bit - he said that was okay. Time went on, and you’d lean in to kiss him, but only with a scarf on. Recently, he’d let you hug him. You’d take each opportunity to hug him, though he really never responded. Even after all this time. Today, you’d made your way to their shared house. You knew none would hurt you, they even gave you a house key. So, you unlocked the door and slipped inside. You hung up your winter jacket, taking off your gloves, shoes, and scarf. You made your way through the large house, up to the top floor that housed Namjoon. You went to his door, knocking on it. You heard a low, “Enter, little human.” You smiled at this, not minding the toughness he held at times. You entered the room, closing the door behind you. A smile was still on your lips, and you made your way to the soft chair he had in the corner. He was at his desk, writing something obviously important so you waited till he was done. He turned himself towards you, hands in his lap. He raised an eyebrow at you, “Yes?” You inhaled softly, relaxing into the chair shyly. “Sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to talk about Yoongi.” His head leaned back a little, “What’s wrong?” You bit your bottom lip a little before replying, “Well. . . I know it’s hard for him to hug me and all. Though he doesn’t seem to like it. Should I stop or . . . ? I want to kiss him too, but I’m scared he won’t like it. I’m not exactly the nicest to kiss and I’m not all that pretty, I’m just an overweight piece of -” He cut you off with a wave of his hand. “Hey. What did I tell you about talking like that about yourself? You’re none of those things. You, my favorite human, are beautiful. Sure, you have extra, though that doesn’t change anything. It’s just more to love on, and I know for a fact Yoongi-ah enjoys your weight well.” This made your cheek tint with color, blood rushing. Yoongi had made comments to you prior to your relationship. All good ones too. He’d give subtle compliments about your thighs, or how your stomach filled the shirt nicely. “What should I do, Joonie?” You asked. He gave a thoughtful look, leaning back into his chair. “You know, he talks about you all the time. I know for a fact that Yoongi is much stronger than the rest of us. He’s not going to hurt you, he’s just never had someone in this day in age that loved giving affection to him. We came from a time where women never did things like hold hands or kiss in public. He just needs to get used to it. Let him. You might as well try kissing him too. I’m sure he’d like it.” You’d listened to each word, nodding at his last words. Maybe he would. If he was as strong as he said, then a kiss wouldn’t be too hard on him. Right? “Okay, thank you, Joonie.” And thus with this, you got up and left the room with a quick ruffle to Namjoon’s hair. Making sure you were out of his grasp and on Yoongi’s floor. As you walked on you could hear faint piano music and so you approached Yoongi’s piano room. You walked slowly, taking in each note. It was like a song to allure you in, and boy did it. Each note sounded like your whole life story. Most of it was sad, hurtful notes. It described the pain you went through, the pain all humans and creatures went through. You paused at the open door, shifting to lean against it as you watched Yoongi play from behind.  His arms move gracefully along the piano, each note played with precision. You listened, slowly walking up to him. You first reached out to him, though stopped yourself. His playing seized, only for him to say, “You can touch me, I’m okay.” His playing continued, and you slowly placed your warm hands upon his cool shoulders. You could feel his muscle move as his arms moved back and forth along the beautiful instrument. Music filled the air, and you listened right till the song was done. Your body shivered at the last note, your own shoulders tensing up a bit, only to relax once the trimmer was done. “That was. . . Magnificent.” You praised him, his body shifting to turn around. He stood up, your hands falling to your sides. “I wrote it for you.” He said this, your heart fluttering at the thought. It had sounded familiar to you. A song that only you’d shared with him, and him only. Your eyes water and you looked away. He never touched you, just stood there watching you with a blank expression upon his features. There were moments when you could tell what he was thinking about, right now not being one of them. You shifted closer to him, pressing your chubby self to his slender form. You hugged him, sniffling while you tried keeping yourself together. You removed yourself quickly though, only for him to snatch a handout and pull you in. He leaned down, pressing his face to your hair. “Hey . . . I missed you today.” He mumbled this, your heart speeding up at this. Only he truly made you feel like a falling leaf, drifting endlessly through the air waiting for the fall and as it hits, all it is - is his arms. “I always miss you, Suga .” That was a nickname only you’d called him. You’d made nicknames for all of them, and this one stuck for Yoongi. You looked up at him through your long lashes, his own auburn hues dancing over your face. You reached up, cupping his cheek. Your short fingers fit smoothly to his flawless face. You were a broken vase, and he was your beautiful rose that filled that empty space.