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eumivrse · 11 months ago

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HOUSE OF CARDS : nanami kento

summary when nanami catches up to you in kuantan, he vowed to make it up to you for lost time.

warning(s) IMPLIED SHIBUYA INCIDENT SPOILERS!!! i tweaked it from canon obvi, nanami & reader are married, dirty talk, fingering, fem receiving oral, squirting, creampie, breeding, kitchen sex, lots of profanity, some fluff and angst !!

word count 4,435

note manifestation of ‘me and nanami are actually in malaysia rn’. also title inspo from house of cards by bts bc the song is angsty yet it sounds raunchy?!! that’s the intention !!!

“You’re going to hurt your neck sleeping like that.” A familiar voice awoke you from your slight doze, blinking twice to see your husband crouched in front of you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, lips trembling as you clasp your arms around him. Sniffling against his chest, you crumple your hand on his blue button up, a way to convince yourself that this is real.

That he really made it out alive.

“I hate you.” You sob, jabbing at him with light punches. Fellow passengers exiting from their respective flights are staring at you two, but you couldn’t care less when a huge lump in your throat has been removed.

He pats the back of your head, your chin resting on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. Have you been waiting long?”

This trip has been something you mutually have been anticipating since last year. Your husband had always wanted to visit Malaysia and naturally, you decided that the first time you two will ever go out of the country as a married couple will be here at Kuantan.

Getting your schedules aligned for a 2-week long getaway— well, it wasn’t easy. Working as sorcerers under the jujutsu society doesn’t grant you much vacation time. After all, there’s not enough people to compensate for your absence if the both of you go under the radar for two weeks straight. And it definitely didn’t help that Kento is highly valued as a first grade sorcerer.

Your flight was scheduled for 8:30PM until he got a call saying he was needed at Shibuya urgently even though it has been settled months prior that he will be out of the country by this time. To say that you were livid that they even asked for him doesn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.

But of course, in his old Kento fashion way, he reassures you, “Go on the flight without me, love. I’ll catch up with you. I promise.” You knew his words were empty— you had an intuition especially since it was an urgent request and people’s lives were already on the line.

It was selfish for you to want him to ignore the calls that night but you knew there was a chance— even if it’s a mere 5% — that he would never be able to catch up with you.

His sweet voice convinced you enough to go on the flight anyways, but the 10 hour flight to Kuantan was the probably worst 10 hours you’ve had to live through in your life. Being on a plane with an empty seat next to you where your husband is supposed to be sitting had you thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts, your heart sunken. You damn near already prepared a eulogy in your head from the thoughts intruding your peace of mind.

It wasn’t until you were waiting at the airport that slumber had overtaken your paranoia and you fell asleep in one of the waiting areas near the boarding terminals, although uneasy.

“Is everything at Shibuya okay now?” You choke, face flushed with heat, eyes streaming with tears that had no sign of stopping any time soon.

“There are problems, but everyone’s fine. I don’t want you to worry about that right now, though.”

He presses a loving kiss on your forehead before parting from the hug and standing up from his knees.

He holds out his hand for you to grab onto. “Let’s go,” he looked so fatigued, but he couldn’t even think about his body crashing down on him when he’s just relieved that he’s able to see you again.

You take his hand, using the back of your free one to wipe your tears away. “Okay.”

It was easy to find out why Kento was dreaming of this place. It was simple, yet the natural scenery was what made it so beautiful. Palm trees swaying along with the wind’s grace, the water in its crystal glory, reflecting onto the sky’s clementine hue, indicating the sun’s time to rise. You took your time to walk through the beach before settling in your rental, waves crashing across the shore far enough that it grazed your ankles.

Kento stood right where the seas met the land, letting his shoes get soaked despite it being completely out of his usual self. He’s very particular about keeping things neat, after all.

You lock your arm around his, gazing up to see him completely immersed with nature, eyes closed and head stretched back towards the sky. The bags under his eyes were apparent under the sun, the corner of his lip slightly upturning into a small smile. It’s not common to see him at such serenity considering he was just at the verge of death hours prior.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” He cherishes, always having an appreciation for the simplest of things. If he could just run away and live here with you, away from the trauma he constantly experiences. He knows that’s not productive and that neither of you would actually approve of it, but he couldn’t care less about technicalities right now.

It’s a good change outside the chaos and turmoil you constantly experience at work and living in the city. The gentle breeze glides past Kento’s hair, and you stay still for a short while, taking advantage of this moment as it’s rare to do so back at home.

The vacation rental you chose was perfect— walking distance from the beach and all the local businesses. The owners even left a welcoming note for the both of you and complimentary slippers to walk around the house in. It’s nothing grand, but you preferred this over a resort to keep things relaxing.

Kento plopped himself down on the couch and you decided you wanted to explore around to find something to eat. The anxiety was eating you from the inside earlier and you swore you would have puked if you ate.

You quickly changed from your previous outfit which reeked of airport air to a sundress you thought would be perfect for the tropical weather. He was dozing off on the couch with his neck craned, arms crossed, face towards the ceiling with his eyes closed, so you sneaked out of the house with quiet footsteps.

You came back just in time to see Kento in the same spot, except shirtless with a towel draped over his head. His damp hair gave you the impression that he had just taken a shower and you realize how long you took outside just to end up back here with a bag of Laksa and rice that you purchased from a nearby canteen.

Although it was safe to say that you got lost.

He was sitting with his elbows propped on his lap, fingers laced together like something was clouding his mind. “Are you hungry?” You ask as you walk across the living room and to the kitchen.

“Not necessarily,” he briefly replies. Exploring the cabinets for some plates, Kento got up from his position and helped you prepare the food by untying the plastic bags and pouring it on bowls. You set the food on the island, taking a step back and almost tripping on his foot, unaware that he was right behind you with utensils in hand.

You giggle and he chuckles while he places the silverware on the counter, one of his hands catching your shoulder. “Careful, love. Forks are no joke if they hit your eye.” You roll your eyes, finding it ironic that he’s so careful with forks knowing he’s seen you fight against things far more dangerous. Turning around, you only notice now that his bare chest is smeared with faint marks that resembled burn scars. It’s not uncommon for him to be wounded, but you always tend to get emotional when you see him hurt.

Concerned, you express your thoughts. “These look serious, are you okay?” You look up to meet his eyes, pursing your lips with the intent to suppress your tears. Trying to stay calm and collected was your way to not make Kento feel bad again, but how could that work when he already knew how you felt from the moment you asked?

He uses the tip of his thumb to catch the tear on your right eye before it even had the chance to trickle down. “I’m more than fine. Ms. Ieri got treated right away, it’s just that some of it is still healing.” His dulcet tone almost immediately made you feel a sense of tranquility as if his voice can make you forget all the problems in this cruel world.

“I’m glad,” you croak.

He leans down, eyes peering down your lips as he whispers gently, “You don’t have to worry about it anymore, okay?” And with that, he kissed you with a hint of longing and zeal, lips sealing onto yours with eagerness to go further. Your body had shifted due to his weight, your lower back hitting the ledge of the island, mouth opening into a small gasp. Kento grabbed that as an opportunity to shove his tongue inside as he curled his hands onto the edge of the counter to sandwich you in between.

Your hands roamed around his back, pulling him in closer that your chests are pressed against each other, tilting your head in intervals all while saliva started to seep out of your mouth from how messy and needy Kento seemed to be. You were tired— he’s tired, but the adrenaline rush of being under pressure for an extensive amount of time allotted you the energy to want something like this.

Kento is hungry, but not in the way you initially assumed.

You nibble on his bottom lip before he pulls away, his face rosy. “The bedroom— we should go there.” It was difficult to be coherent when you’re growing impatient and in heat, hiding the wet spot forming under your pretty little sundress.

He refuses by grabbing onto the back of your thighs and picking you up, placing you on the quartz counter. Your arms are laced around his neck, tucking your lips with enticement at how he was able to pick you up so swiftly when you don’t necessarily consider yourself light. He shakes his head, “I wanna have my food now though.”

Rolling your eyes, you giggle in embarrassment, “You’re a damn tease, Kento.” After all, nothing else could satisfy his cravings and relieve his pent up stress besides you.

He did the honors of lifting your dress up, seeing the huge spot of your arousal apparent on your panties. You hold onto the hem of the garment as he pinches on the garter of your underwear, pulling them down all the way, then letting it fall past your ankle and on the wooden floor. Your cunt glistened with slick already running down the middle of your slit, Kento collecting it with his index and middle finger before spreading it all over your folds. Legs trembling with anticipation, you twitch when he taunts your pussy by inflicting force on your sensitive clit with the tips of his fingers.

You hum, “Are you done playing with me yet?” He slips his fingers under and down where your hole is, pushing them in and letting you adjust around it before kneeling on the floor, so he could be eye-level with your cunt.

He blinks towards you, eyes glued onto yours as he spreads your legs apart with his free hand. “Not playing with you, baby. Just making sure you’ll feel comfortable.” Kento reveres as he pulls his fingers out from your hole to replace it with his tongue. Your upper body leans back as reflex, palms placed on the surface of the counter to keep leverage.

You cry out moans of his name mixed with a few curses as he switches between giving your clit small kisses and licking you all over your dripping pussy. “Fuck, Ken’. You’re making me go crazy…” It also didn’t help that he would look you in the eye periodically as he slides his tongue all along your slit. Just seeing him in between your legs with slick smeared on his cheeks was more than enough to make you cum.

Likewise, Kento’s shorts were starting to feel rigid, his cock rock hard under the tight confines of his clothes. Hell, he feels like he might cum now before he even gets the chance to do anything with it. He takes a pause, teasing your throbbing hole by flicking his index finger against it. He coos, “So beautiful…” Gazing up to meet you eye to eye again as he suctioned his lip against your clit, sucking on it like there’s no tomorrow. He wondered for a moment why he was even dreaming of Kuantan when he already gets the best view in between your legs whenever he wishes to.

One of the spaghetti straps of your dress fell loose on your shoulder, your tit almost peeking through the sorry excuse of a paper thin fabric. You take a chunk of his hair to pull onto as Kento pushes the base of your ass, giving him more allowance to make sure no drop of arousal is left wasted by catching it with his tongue. Heat rushed up to your cheeks as you threw your head back, snapping your eyes shut for a quick second before whimpering his name.

It probably isn’t smart to be so loud when the town is just getting started with their day at 9 in the morning, waking them up with noises you’d only hear at the dead of night. You could only pray that these walls are thick enough to mask the lewd noises from your neighbors.

A puddle of drool and slick pooled right below you as Kento proceeded to shove your thighs apart, not letting them get near each other to keep you wide open. He spits on your cunt, watching his drool drip down your ass while he aligns his fingers back against your hole, slipping them in as he continues to lick your clit.

You suck your breath in, “Kento, please, please, please—! Keep going—“ He had to chuckle in amusement that you’re already so worked up when he’s barely even begun, shoving his fingers in and out of your slippery pussy, far enough that you feel the desperate need to release.

He exhales, keeping his digits in steady speed, “Need you to cum all over my tongue, baby.” That request was a little selfish from his end, rushing you to your orgasm as he plunged his fingers in deep enough that clear liquid projectiled out your hole. You screamed his name while he used his mouth to slurp it all off, giving your clit small little pecks in between to ease you from your release.

His knees were sore as he stood up, coarse hands massaging your inner thighs as you wiped his chin with your thumb. “Are you okay?” He asks, sweeping his hands up to your waist then your shoulders.

“Mhm,” you hum, still trying to catch your breath.

He examines your state, looking you up and down with a smirk on his face. “Was this the dress I picked?” He pinches the loose strap on your shoulder and you nod.

“Yeah, and the one you paid for.” You wink.

He slowly lowers the strap on both sides, letting the dress fall enough for your titties to spill out, nipples all cute and perky. “It looks perfect on you, honey. But do you wanna know something?” He leans in closer to your face, his breath puffing against the tip of your nose.

“Hm?” Your curiosity is piqued, although you were becoming impatient with the growing need of him inside you. You knew he was holding it off as a way to taunt you.

“I think you’d look better with it off.” He whispers cheekily.

You look up with a scrunched face, half out of flattery and the other because of his crassness. “You’re so filthy,” you giggle, but you weren’t going to deny the throb of your pussy when he said those words.

He chuckles with a low gruff before locking his lips with yours, tugging you closer by gripping onto the side of your ass. You hop off the counter for a moment, parting from Kento with bated breath as you frantically shed the rest of your clothes off, leaving you bare. Not being able to get a good view prior, you finally see the tent poking through his shorts.

With a faint voice, you egg him on, “Need your cock inside me, Ken.” Cupping his clothed bulge, you graze your hand in a slow up and down motion, your husband cursing under his breath. You close in the space in between you, lips just right against his neck. “I want your cum shoved deep inside me, wouldn’t you like that too?” With a kiss on the crook of his neck, he could see that smug grin plastered on your face from the corner of his eye. You knew the weight of your words and how much that affects him. If he hadn’t had the self control he could’ve came right here and now.

He seethes, trying his best to save himself from the embarrassment. “Such a dirty girl you are.” When he grabs the back of your thighs, you use that as a gesture to leap back up on the counter, lacing your arms around his neck to keep him near.

You pout, “I learned from the best.”

Kento pulls his shorts down along with his boxers, his fat cock springing out, tip all pink and angry with translucent pre smeared on the surface. Your pupils dilate at the sight even though you’ve seen this in more scenarios than you can begin to imagine. His size has always been intimidating, biting your lip out of anticipation and slight nervousness.

With your legs already wide open, he presses the curve of his cock against your folds, sliding it up and down to warm himself up, his tip poking on your clit. Kento praises, “You’re so pretty,” cupping your cheek as he uses his free hand to align his cock right on your hole, pushing himself inside of you as slowly as possible.

You were squeezing onto him and he watched how your eyes knocked at the back of your head, mouth agape. Your cunt was sucking him in so well, it didn’t take long for him to thrust to the hilt, grunting from how tight you were. “Holding up okay?” He asks, hands wandering from your waist to your boobs, putting pressure on them with his palms to massage you, coaxing you to his size.

Your breath was shaky as you responded with a laugh tinged with an anxious tone, “Yeah… let’s stay like this for a minute.” You felt so full, you swear you could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against your walls.

“Okay, love. Take your time.” He presses a delicate kiss on your forehead. As soon as he flicks his thumbs on your nipples, you tightened around him again followed with a squeal slipping past your lips.

Your arms are still hung around his neck, using that to pull his face closer to yours. You could see every detail of his face from his prominent cheekbones to a few tiny red scratches he probably obtained from his mission earlier. You faintly hum, “I love you so much, Kento.” He smiles at that, his cheeks flaring a light pink tint. “I love you even more, sweetheart.”

A prompt, yet languid kiss closes off any other distance you may have had and you break away not long after just to give him the green light. “I’m ready now.”

Kento pulls his dick out halfway, then takes his sweet time to thrust it back in, testing the waters to make sure he isn’t hurting you. Your thighs tremble as he pulls away even further the second time, to the point where only the tip is inside. Sighing at how hollow you felt, you nearly choked on your gasp when he suddenly stuffed you full of cock.

Your jaw hinged open, Kento holding onto the back of your knees to bend your legs and spread them outwards to resist your urge to clamp them close. He moves his hips in slow, yet deep strokes, his balls pressing up on your ass with each thrust. He keeps your head from falling backwards by grabbing the back of your neck with one of his hands, fingers pressing on the sides. Your cunt was fluttering around him, staring at his face perspiring with sweat from his conscious efforts.

He looks up, meeting your eyes. His damp hair was sticking to his forehead, his bare chest rosy from this heated moment. Your eyes are glazed over, half lidded as if you’re already drunk on his cock. From the moment he sheathed into you, you already knew walking properly wasn’t going to be an option for at least the next day. He praises, “You’re taking me in so well, love. So well…” He places his hand on your tummy, pressing over the soft pudge of your stomach.

You squirm, your lips were moving, but not a word actually came out, just feeble whimpers and moans as drool dribbled from the corner of your lips. The sun was shining a little too brightly across the kitchen window, somehow it felt dirtier to be doing this in broad daylight, let alone in the kitchen. “Wanna…” you start, pausing for a moment when the head of his cock plunged further in your cunt than just a second before. “Fuck, hah— Kiss me—“

It’s not like you gave him a choice anyways when you drew him back in for a sloppy kiss. You were eager, sticking your tongue out for his to swirl around with. He groans into your mouth when he picks up the pace, slamming his cock fast and deep enough that his pelvis would press against your tummy. He grips on the plump of your ass to keep you in place and you wince the rougher he would fuck into you. You teased him by digging your teeth onto his bottom lip, in which he murmured a slurry curse in response.

You were being split in half, the slight curve of his cock making you feel like it’s nudging through your abdominal walls. Kento seemed like the composed one as he kept consistent with the speed of his hips, fast enough to keep you on your toes, but also slow enough so that you aren’t in pain. Although the thoughts running through his mind don't pale in comparison to you.

Kento is fucking obsessed with everything about you. He almost came earlier just eating you out and he hadn’t even been touched at that point yet. The saliva running down your chin, your lashes fluttering as you moan into his mouth — oh god he truly thinks you’re the most precious thing on earth. He felt nothing but guilt making you go through hell by letting you go on the plane with ambiguity if he’ll be safe or not, so this was really the least he could do to make up for it.

You part from him, a thick strand of saliva snapping the connection between the two of you. He curved his cock up enough that it prodded your g-spot and it was obvious he did when you gasped, the sharp stream of air reaching your throat nearly making you cough. “Right there, fuck yes, just like that baby—“ you moan, Kento pounding his cock into you over and over, making sure he hits that spot again until you let loose.

His balls are throbbing with the sole desire to empty inside of you, his cum just sitting on his tip, waiting to fill you full. He grunts, “Want me to cum inside? Hm?” You nod feverishly, curling your upper lip into your lower.

Kento has a bruising grip on your ass that you knew for sure would leave that spot sore after this. He snaps his hips, just waiting for you to release already, adding his thumb on your clit for extra stimulation. Blood rushed through your cheeks as you mewled a soft ‘Kento’ before reaching your high.

He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “Oh yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Feeling the sudden warmth around him, Kento’s hips stuttered, the compression of your cunt milking him dry. He lazily drew circles on your clit to help you come down from your orgasm and with your arms still locked around him, you pulled him back, his forehead clashing onto yours. “I love you.” You grin meekly.

“I love you more,” he repeats, keeping himself buried inside you, draining all his cum in your pussy ensuring that not a drop is left wasted. You let go of your embrace and he holds your waist as he pulls out, his cock pearled with a mix of your slick and his cum.

White, thick cum leaked out of your hole and Kento plugged his thumb back in your walls to shove it back in. You shiver when he took it out and placed it over your lips, willingly lolling your tongue out to take kitten licks on his finger.

You almost fell to your knees when you stepped off the counter, your husband catching you by the arms. “I don’t think we can go out later.” You laugh the ache off, referring to the fact that you wouldn’t be able to walk.

He holds your hand and kisses the top of your head when you are able to stand up straight. “That’s fine. Let’s just catch up on sleep today.”

“So do you still want that food over there?” You tilt your head towards the Laksa you purchased earlier. Kento takes a glance towards the other side of the counter where it sat and laughs, “Well now that we’ve kicked up our appetites, that’s looking really good right now.” You look at the surface you were just getting fucked on and realize how gross and sticky you feel right now.

“After I take a shower.” You smile with a flustered expression.

“Want me to start you a bath?” He offers, bending down and using his free hand to pick up clothes that were scattered on the floor.

You squeeze his hand, limping in wobbly steps as you lead him to the bathroom. “Only if you’re going with me!”

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discotitsposts · 8 months ago

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there’s no place like home season 7

gonna tell u rn this is one of reid’s finest moments

spillers ahead

i like this ep a lot

the feeling of watching this one while it’s storming is elite

dudes a storm chaser lol

awww will and jj

rossi gonna regret not taking the time off

that’s so nice they made a donation to ALS in carolyn’s name :)

tornados fascinate me

reid looks so good help

wheels up in 30‼️‼️

I LOVE THE NATIONAK WEATHER SERVICE SOUND UGH BEEEEEP

love storms yayy

LOL the plane shaking

reid my beloved

rossi’s scared lol

LOL when reid’s talking about turbulence

LOL PULVERIZED

reid can pulverize me pls

don’t accept beer nd weed from strangers kids or they might take u and take ur body parts to put their dead brother back together in the middle of a tornado

reid stop being sexy challenge

oops he lost right away

tornados are so destructive but so beautiful when photographers get them on camera

can u imagine getting the message that a violent tornado is in your area that must be terrifying

ew body parts

so the unsub is dr frankenstein

i feel bad for jj she has to be that far away when her kid is rlly sick she can’t leave bc of the storm then :(

hotch is such a nice understanding boss

SPENCERRRRR THE WAY HE TKWJW IS EIRIWBEWHNWM

he speaks so fast i love it

my sweet little rambler

i wonder if this episode is not only based on a real case but like how common is this one like r there actually amateur dr frankensteins

lol garcia being grossed out

rossi LMAO THE SHADE

garcia: reid you scare me

rossi: join the club

REIDS FACE ADTER AHAHHAH

whoooohoo rain and thunder

bro kidnapped him and his wondering why he’s trying to leave

i’m so tired

that’s smart to hide in a drainage pipe

REID IN THE DARK RUFF RUFF BARK BARK BARK BARK

hJhwjejdjakwsmHWHEOSOWJRNE beautiful

reid figuring it out

how the hell the kid supposed to drink a beer if his mouth taped shut

he should say yeah and then bite him

ok but “the delusion will completely take over” is so funny bc my spencer delusion has

bros like no i don’t fucking remember bc i’m not ur brother

storm chasing fbi agents!!!

lol playing chicken what reid

garcia the guide

isn’t there two tornados

my god the way reid talks is just so attractive i love the way he speaks pls talk to me forever spencer

bros playlist is fire ngl

run

“it’s all good” dudes gonna chop his head off

“who r they” the hottest fbi agents

REIDDD

the way he yells ugh

they saved him!

how did they film this? with like high powered fans ?

bro walked into a tornado

i wanna be in a storm shelter with reid

doesn’t jj tell a story to henry aww

i love that her actual son played her son on the show that’s so cute

i see why she did an audio book recently her voice is rlly soothing i almost fell asleep

that was relaxing

goodnight

the end

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #criminal minds rewatch #matthewgraygubler

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kinderartifact4 · 1 month ago

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TD Hidden Magic AU: About the Burromuertos

(This is just a bunch of information I thought of for them, most of it was written because I was bored and waiting for a plane. I might write more, but I can’t really think of anything else rn. Some of it is lore, and some of it is random information)

Their dad is the High King, top of the demon hierarchy, and he is a bad enough king that there’s a rebellion.

Their mother is no longer in the picture. Her death was human related, and their dad blames Alejandro for it. It’s obvious, even if he never says it.

The boys were each assigned a babysitter after the incident, to watch them during the day to make sure they don’t do anything they’re not supposed to.

Their father says it’s to keep them safe, but only two out of the three have combat/defence training (I’m sure y’all can guess whose caretaker doesn’t).

Their parents both have mixed blood from different demon subspecies.

Their mother is less mixed, primarily Ajror with a small bit of Plant Tokë.

Their father is primarily Zjarr, but he has a bit of Hije, Vetëtimë, and Rock Tokë. The Vetëtimë is the most distant and is almost completely stamped out, but it’s still there.

In terms of magic, the boys all take after their father and are just as fireproof as he is, but they still have other types of magic.

Carlos' Zjarr magic is stronger and he has great control of it. Carlos has some Hije magic, and some self-taught healing magic.

José doesn’t have very strong Zjarr magic, his strongest magic is Ajror. He has a small bit of his father’s Tokë magic, most he can do is move the ground a bit.

Alejandro has strong Zjarr magic as well, but he has much less control over it, in the sense that it’s very emotionally driven and can get very out of hand very fast. Additionally, he has a bit of Tokë magic from his mother.

José and Alejandro were born with wings (like their mother), Carlos was not (like their father).

When they were younger, José had attempted to teach Alejandro how to fly. His method was to take him high up in the sky and just drop him. Luckily Carlos was around to call for their mother.

Alejandro loved flying, after he actually learned how. He still mourns that loss, now that he can’t.

Demon children tend to act a lot more feral, running around on all fours and climbing anything they can, and are typically non-verbal save for noises (growling, hissing, squeaking).

Carlos was the most behaved out of the three of them. He started walking and speaking earlier than his brothers, tricked his parents into thinking more children would be easy.

José was a climber. He always got into high up places, and it got so much worse when he figured out he could use his wings to get to harder to reach areas. Trying to get him off the chandeliers was not fun.

Alejandro was easier to handle than José, but he was also a biter. José was the primary target, and he genuinely wanted to file his teeth down. He even threatened to do so.

There was a time when Alejandro and José got along really well, things started changing for the worse after their mother passed.

José had a bad habit of pinning things on Alejandro, mostly his own mistakes, it’s one of the main reasons they don’t get along anymore.

Their father already doesn’t like Alejandro that much, so it doesn’t take much for José to convince him that Alejandro is at fault.

Alejandro’s attempted execution, assumed to be successful, was entirely José’s fault.

His “death” was viewed as a tragedy by the public, a murder. He was twelve.

The aforementioned rebellion really ramped up after this incident.

The brothers are all separated. Alejandro is presumed dead and currently resides at an unknown location, Carlos ran away and joined the rebellion, and José cannot leave.

#tdi #total drama #total drama au #total drama island #td au #td alejandro #alejandro td #total drama alejandro #alejandro total drama #alejandro burromuerto #td josé #td jose #jose burromuerto #josé burromuerto #td carlos #carlos burromuerto #TD Hidden Magic AU 😶‍🌫️✨

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lemonynuggets · 1 year ago

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hey Crowley,, infodump about the first oc that comes to mind >:) I will draw them also bc I am bored

HEYHAIAHSLGLSISNWID HIHIHI HIII

Since u liked Ghost Host I’m talking about him bc I don’t think I ever talked abt him to anyone?? They deserve some attention

ok so obviously. They are a ghost. But they weren’t supposed to, well at least he shouldn’t be on the neutral plane

There IS a plane for ghosts but that’s obviously not Ghost Host (or on that same note, Rubem for example) is, and that is due to uh… interplane technical problems

But there’s no way anyone can know that so any ghosts that get trapped on the neutral plane just assumed they became a ghost bc they died and it is what it is yk

BUT Ghost Host is a menace. A little bitch if you will.

Don’t let his cool ass design fool you, he is NOT a good person (ghost, person, whatever, you get it), but oh boy he got soo much worse when he became a ghost, they never did anything bad but he saw not being alive + being able to pass through stuff + "teleporting"/flying + becoming invisible as a cool opportunity to he wicked

so the story until now: they were alive yeah ok BAM they're fucking dead and plans are kinda weird rn so my bro becomes a ghost on earth?? Oh my God so cool that's a great moment to do shit and be evil tm, how you ask me? Obviously by becoming a radio host that tells horror stories and terrorizing people who listen to him bc he found a way to move through radios bc ghosts aren't bound to the limits of physics, yes it occasionally results in murder, no no ones knows how he became a radio host and no one can get him out bc they don't even know who he is??? Girl help we are fucked

Ghost Host be like "I post from here"

ALSO I haven't decided exactly when this is set but it's not in the present + IT DID STOP

It stopped BECAUSEE um how do I put this. Ok so remember plane hoppers? (I think I explained those to you and Len not sure), yeah so they ARE the only guys who can jump between planes and also the only ones who know everything about this plane shit and therefore the ones who take care of any interplane related problem, unfortunately the. Technical issues I mentioned were out of their hands but they figured they could make the damages smaller if they took any ghosts that got trapped to the right plane (which I'm still working on)

So yipee!!! Ghost Host is not on earth anymore!!!!

There will be worse technical issues later

#lemon man talks #oc talk

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slafkovskys · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/brindleys/725196159613812736/okay-do-we-think-josh-x-lukes-friend-catch

I NEED THE PART RN PLEASE PLEASE OR ILL DIE

“you could have told me that he had a boyfriend,” josh mumbles, holding his head in his hands as she smirks. as soon as jake (josh learns after she had very awkwardly introduced them) left the house, he had to take a seat because he could not believe what he had done, what she had just made him do.

“you could’ve asked before you just assumed that we were fucking,” she rolls her eyes. “his boyfriend is the president of the frat and he is my best friend, so yeah, i go to parties every now and again. not that it’s really any of your business.”

“y/n-”

“you don’t have the right to come to my house after doing what you did and announce that you’re my boyfriend because you’re not. you made that so very clear time and time again,” she shakes her head, pulling her phone out of the pocket of her sweatpants. he has to watch as her cheeks start to burn and a chuckle escaped her lips.

“what’s so funny?” josh asks with wide eyes. she shrugs him off and he looks somewhat offended as she shuts off her phone and sets it face down on the top of the sofa, right beside his shoulder, “y/n-”

“just a guy that asked me to go out to dinner tomorrow. no big deal.”

“no big deal?” he scoffs, “you- you’re seeing somebody else? like, actually?”

“yeah. like i said, i’ve moved on with my life. is that such a problem for you?” she raises an eyebrow, gauging his reaction to the information, “it is, isn’t it?”

he looks at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world when he says, “and if it is?”

“josh, we aren’t together. i mean, when we’re together we’re together. but when you’re in ottawa and i’m in minnesota, we’re both single. like, was there a miscommunication or something?” she watches as his eyes shift to the floor and that’s when she rounds the corner, standing right in front of him, “no, josh. you flew out here in the middle of the season for a reason. what was that reason?”

“you know what that reason is,” his voice is quiet and she shakes her head.

“i can’t read minds and you want to shut down every single time that i bring it up, so no, i don’t know the reason. no more games, no more bullshit-”

“i love you, okay?” the words fall out so easily, “yeah, seeing you with someone else, talking about going out with someone else pisses me off because you’re supposed to be mine. what i said during the summer, i meant that shit.”

“you meant that shit,” she mumbles as she runs a hand over her face, “okay, josh, i’ll bite. how do you expect it to work? i’m in minnesota, you’re in ottawa. not to mention i’m still in college and one of luke’s friends.”

“god, you are so stubborn,” he chuckles and her eyes narrow, “planes exist. you know how a hockey schedule works, sweetheart. i’ll have stretches where i’m home for more than two days. i’ll buy your tickets, maybe even splurge on first class-”

she scoffs, “what a gentleman.”

“i was raised right,” he confirms, finally pushing himself to stand. his hands find their way to her hips and she looks at him with raised eyebrows, “i don’t care that you’re twenty years old or that you’re luke’s friend. quinn’s my friend, luke’s more of an acquaintance. now, if that’s all that’s stopping you…”

her eyes flutter closed as his lips press to the side of her neck. she lets her self melt into his body as she brings her hand to the back of his neck, letting a whisper of his name leave her lips.

“don’t tell me that you don’t think about us. don’t let what we had during summer die out,” it’s a mumbled plea that she hears loud and clear, “give me a shot, y/n, and i’ll make it worth your while.”

she pulls away, wrapping her arms around his neck. she stares for a moment, trying to decipher any hint of a lie that he would have told, but there isn’t one. his eyes are pleading, desperate, and she huffs, “i would hate for you to have wasted your money on a flight.”

he squeezes her hips as his face lights up, ��so, is that a yes?”

“depends on how well you wine me and dine me before you leave.”

he chuckles because they both knew that was the closest thing to a yes she would ever give him.

#josh norris #joshxhughesfriend!reader

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askamnesiamoonjumper · 6 months ago

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uhhhh. how about alpine thoughts? or how your alpine lore works?

CRACKS KNUCKLES. I’m not proof reading any of this btw ok unfiltered yapping session GO

ok not gonna go too deep into it bc the next chapter is big alpine lore related so it would basically just be redundant but I can still just jot down some general hc stuff that I think will be explained in story but still just wanna have fun jotting down :3👍

-Ok so. Bc the twilight travels rift (that’s the name right??? The twigoat statue/bell one? That) has the three colored bells/statues (red blue and yellow) my thought was the bell might have been made by three people? Or goats in this case I suppose lol, haven’t thought much beyond just some kind of sorcerer/mage group of some kind, that’s basically it, not thought super hard on it beyond that but we’ll get there when we get there ig

-Accession/twilight spirits are essentially like the opposite of ghosts !! Even though they look similar I think they are actually more similar to mj, in that they still have their bodies. But for twi spirits it’s because they are basically frozen/immortal and NOT dead. As I said they are opposites, life and death and all that. The way they form is the same as corruption BUT the difference is they are calm/control their emotion/can accept the magic from their soul, where as corruption is rejecting it/being overwhelmed by it. I think a good example of this is in the prologue it was shown that snatcher makes flowers/plants wilt but twilight spirits have their whole flower thing going on yk? You get the idea

-the alps and subcon I think would be close/trade often!! (I think this got mentioned in the prologue Iirc?)

-Delilah’s mothers side of her family live in alpine while her fathers side of the family lives in subcon, hence she vaguely mentions it in fic a few times (but I also think she also clumped lotus in with her family too but more so to use as an excuse to not be super detailed abt her alp trips) (oh yeah uh if u don’t know Lotus is my TG follower twilight spirit goat oc who is dels guardian! :3)

-the bell isn’t supposed to ACTUALLY lead to the twilight realm, it’s more so meant to just a window/peek at what it’s like, …meant being the key word here (hence Hattie’s in game diary mentioning she thinks she wasn’t supposed to be there) probably gonna slip in some lore about it being under a spell/enchantment of some kind? Maybe only people tied to magic or the twilights specifically can enter, weither it be literal as in knowing TG/Lotus or following them, or more metaphorically like hat being from space counted her? Shrugs I’ll think on it a little more later ig all I know is if you got magic or ties to it you can go to the astral plane directly yayyyy :3👍 fun!!! I love going to the disorienting space afterlife for a visit it’s just an average Tuesday for me it’s fine dw about it

-twigoat religion/following is based more so on Buddhism/concepts of nirvana in my head, like there isn’t an underworld or hell or anything it’s all just one place, but TG isn’t actually a god or anything it’s like the game lore they were just a regular mortal goat who decided to protect the astral plane/watch over it after becoming a twilight spirit/traveling to the bell.

-Design detail is all twilight followers wear silver bells! :3 but NOT gold bc that’s basically saying they are doing it wrong/don’t care. (Examples of this: TG, Lotus, Dels, shady sunburnt, Rei (gold), shapes later/timeskip specifically for a different twilight character later that I’m not spoiling rn, and also party crasher has gold bells but not so much for twilight lore reasons but changeling council lore reasons which I’m not spoiling here sorry womp womp)

-I feel like believing in the twilight realm VS following the twilight goat are like separate things? Just bc the actual astral plane is a concept while TG is a person/religious figure so like most characters would know of or believe in the astral plane but not all of those characters actually follow TG youknow? Having proof of an afterlife basically means beleif in that plane isn’t part of the religion but following the religions morals/teachings IS if that makes sense???? hopefully u get the idea.. lol

-Lotus is TGs follower > dels was Lotus’s Follower > so I think @twipsai s oc zebu would be dels follower :3 (like I think they’d just be a reference and not an actual character in aau but idc I’d still kill for a!zebu <3 love that thing)

Uhhhhh I think that’s all bc my other hcs i think of either bleed into spoilers or I’m already gonna bring em up in the next chap sooooo yayyy :D👍

#a!au #grace post

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seakicker · 1 year ago

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i didn't mean it to pressure you to write D: i just missed your sillyposting hehe, i hope you're doing well!

- plane anon (?)

NOOOOO IT WASNT PRESSURING AT ALL PLS DW i just wanted to explain why i’ve been so scarce these past few months :] my life has been changing a lot since about december last year!

things could always be better but they could also always be worse too; i’m doing pretty alright ☺️ i wish i could be here posting content more frequently but it’s just not on the table for me rn. life’s ebbs and flows are normal i suppose…. i hope you had a great trip!!! i’ll be flying to arizona on the 6th and ofc i’m excited to be on a plane again (it’s a 737-800) ☺️

jobs and moving out are temporary, seakicker is forever 😊

#i took a really long break in 2020-2021 but still came back so dw i’ll be alive and kicking again soon #chats

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unsleepingtales · 2 months ago

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Yayyyyyyy reaction posts are back! Mismag is back!

I have been shifting my sleep schedule slightly so we might have another multi day watch period bc it’s very possible that I fall asleep. Anyway here we go!!

Ngl. Saw the hemophobia Hold On Reaction Cancelled Why Did My Phone Try To Autocorrect That To Hemophilia

Anyway

Moving on!

What I was gonna say was I saw the hemophobia warning and misread it as homophobia and was confused. That was all.

Oh GOD

Cool dome things!!

Sorry I’m still thinking about the hemophilia thing. Why does my phone think hemophobia isn’t a word but hemophilia is. Have I really had that many conversations about it before. What’s up with that. Dragging myself back to the episode.

Erika looks so stressed

SHIT I don’t even think that was on purpose

Fuck

K cares SO much about Evan. God.

Fuck that’s his Best Friend

They’re trying so hard.

Oh my god we’re less than fifteen minutes in this is so horrible. They’re so good at this.

Oh fuck that’s cool but also so creepy

How did Aabria make mechanics for this so quickly

Possessing!! Oh!!

Oh my god Brennan is so good. This is so fucking creepy.

BRENNAN WHAT

BRENNAN

Oh this is so deeply upsetting.

“Like the understanding of what you should feel rather than feeling” and like you’re viewing from down a hallway and being intangible and the entire haunting motif and I’m NOT supposed to connect that to my derealization????

Oh my GOD

Oh my god Sam. She loves him so much.

God. Lou.

All of them. Just all of them. When focus shifts to K I’m not gonna be able to handle it.

Hey I was RIGHT.

The props!!

Magic leaving a mark on the. I guess ethereal plane?

Oh god.

Oh fuck me.

Oh god Evan doesn’t know that Jammer stopped to cry.

I’m gonna lose my shit gang.

Oh god.

EVAN

Brennan you’re so smart and it’s a LOT

Phrasingggggg

I’m gonna cry before this episode is over.

Hey buddy? That’s fucked up.

This is fucked up!

Family on six. Augh.

Christ.

The art department at dropout is astounding

What is up with this rock.

The best friends of all time. He’s lightly possessing her. She’s the only one who can look at him.

Aabriaaaaaaa

Fuck

Goddamn it I’m falling asleep and I want to be able to finish the ep but I don’t think I will :( I’m one hour in. Regardless of how much I end up catching before I fall asleep I should pick up from an hour to get everything

The frost of it all…

Yup. Fell asleep. I really want to finish tonight because this weekend is Yom Kippur so I won’t be able to watch the rest until Sunday if I can’t. Here we go!

Erika is doing a beautiful job with K being very untethered rn

One scrillion coins :)

Oh that’s COOL

Oh god Teddy

They are so good at this game

No but I also want to know about the sock. Whose sock is that.

Them!!!!

Ooh creepy

She’s so good at breaking tension

She’s so smart god.

Let’s fucking go/it’s gorgug keep going <- these are the same

Hey so uh. This is upsetting.

Let’s get Kelmpy baby!!

EVAN.

Good lord

I hate being cold so much this is my nightmare scenario

Oh god that’s not good information to have

Lou holy shit

Aabria :(

Art!!

What

What???

Jeez

K babyyyyy

Oh fuck that’s cool

THEY’RE SO GOOD AT THIS GAME

Yeah.

They’re also so hot but that’s not the point.

Concepts of a goat.

Oh god he came baaaaack

Brennan.

K just sobbing and saying his name. God.

So pretty!!

Did they leave the hoopty there though

#so that killed me #next episode looks. fun.#verbal component #reactions #misfits n magic #mismag 2

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orchidyoonkook · 7 months ago

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Hey orchid, it’s bubbles,

I really wasn’t expecting this update out of nowhere. I was fully expecting to love the new chapter and I totally do. I reread the previous chapters to refresh my memory but embarking on the journey.

The stuff below from the recently released chapter.

Can I say, I was fully expecting to hate Nel, but he was like so sweet, making breakfast for her and like just being there all this time. It had me questioning if Jk had done wrong by testing him in a way. And also, JK, the dude has fallen so quickly and fast. It’s endearing that he fees this way but it’s like he’s putting so much meaning the one genuine female friendship he has. Him being with Adeline, felt so left wing, I mean the man is a walking place card with her. I wasn’t expecting him to go far with her in the physical relationship type of way. He’s wanted to normal and away from his title so to speak. The only step in that direction thats he’s done this far is the oc.(I have a weird thing with not putting myself as the reader, I instead have like a general character made) Oc thinking of jk is so me, like new friend thinking behavior exists.

I’m sooo excited to see what’s next… I have been working on just studying and planing for my future. Needless to say a very stressful phases in life, but this was a fresh breeze. So thanks for updating!

How have you been, I’ve been seeing your posts but still?

Lots of love,

Bubbles 🫧

Hey orchid, it’s bubbles,

BUBBLESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GODDD!!! oh it's so SO lovely to hear from you again <<<<3333. are you doing well? I hope you're well.

YAYYYYYYY. I was super happy to surprise drop this! and you reread??? Bubbles you SPOILE me with your kindness <<3333

The stuff below from the recently released chapter.

okay lets jump in!!

okay but I actually love that though. I wanted Nel to be kind of out of left field with readers not really knowing quite what to expect from him. And that seems to have been the case from the feedback I've received thus far!

As for JK... he's a bundle of different contrasting emotions rn so honestly i cant blame you one bit. He was definitely pushing his boundaries for sure.

And also, JK, the dude has fallen so quickly and fast. It’s endearing that he fees this way but it’s like he’s putting so much meaning the one genuine female friendship he has.

He really has. And that poor boy does NOT want to. He's trying so hard to push those feelings away so he doesn't put so much meaning into it. But he cant help it :(

Like I actually feel so bad for him.

Him being with Adeline, felt so left wing, I mean the man is a walking place card with her. I wasn’t expecting him to go far with her in the physical relationship type of way. He’s wanted to normal and away from his title so to speak. The only step in that direction thats he’s done this far is the oc.

I'm going to go author response here instead of character. Adaline is supposed to (in this specific point of left field and walking place card) be this reminder of who he is throughout this part of the story. As in "Prince of the largest kingdom in the realm." Because he cant just shut the royal part of his life off, he may be 'alone' at school, but he still has to placate his father, with whom he's already on thin ice with due to being at the school in the first place. So he quite literally is intentionally making himself into this walking placecard to be able to keep the real part of his life he's created (the directional step with OC). We have to remember the much larger much more complciated politics that come with his role outside the walls of the school. And then so part of the role he's playing for Adaline will be physical in that way.

My point is that I agree with your point completely, but it is done intentionally!

(I have a weird thing with not putting myself as the reader, I instead have like a general character made) Oc thinking of jk is so me, like new friend thinking behavior exists.

Me too!! Occasionally I will see parts of myself in OC'S and it's super fun, but in my head it's just a character 99.9% of the time! And YES. Your get it! They're new and shiny and you're excited to get to know all of the things and learn all the cool things about someone new! At least that's what I'm like and it's rubbed off on Reader.

Ahhh!!! Thank you <<<33333.

I'm so proud of you for working towards your goals! That's amazing and the dedication is so amazing. Seriously I'm thrilled for you. I hope it goes SO well <3 You deserve all good things <3

How have you been, I’ve been seeing your posts but still?

Mostly good! I'm finally adjusting to the whole 9-5 thing. My circadian rhythym has never been in line with "normal" hours, so that has been the hardest thing to adjust too and adapt too, which is where most of my exhuastion is coming in. I'm working more on less sleep and so that's been g r e a t. BUT I'm getting there. Slowly and surely.

Oh! I have a question for you. You had mentioned once (i think?) that you were going to read TDWV and send in your thoughts. (this is by no means me saying/ telling you to read or review just to be clear☺♥) But just in case you had, I haven't received anything on my end and wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't ignoring you if tumblr ate it. That being said, if you hadn't please feel free to ignore the last 4 sentences XD

Lots of love, Bubbles 🫧

Your presence in my life brings me joy and i send you love RRIGHTTT BACKK. Thank you for your lovely words, as always <3 they are appreciated more than you know <3

Xo,

Yoon

#literally made my day when i got this i will have you know #i love hearing from you #reviews #TWWWBAATTA reviews #phthartic-fox #Eastern Arrivals and Unwanted Doubt

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livvyofthelake · 6 months ago

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i’m actually about to start like crying what do you meannnn i have to be up at 9:15 tomorrow but i didn’t finish all the stuff i was supposed to do tonight. laundry. packing. not even tv watching. and it’s 2:30 and i am sooooo tired and basically need to go to sleep if there’s any hope for tomorrow to not be actually miserable. but then i have to do all that stuff tomorrow IN ADDITION to all the stuff i already have to do tomorrow. oh my god who’s idea was it to go on a family vacation that requires plane travel and goes on this long in such a weird weather place. oh yeah it was my sister. girl kys. AND SHES NOT EVEN HERE RN TO HELP MEEE she’s with her fucking BOYFRIEND dude KILL YOURSELF OMG. i don’t care that you want to see your gf for a day before she leaves for almost 2 weeks. you saw her YESTERDAY too. EYE need her here to micromanage and nag me into getting things done and piss me the fuck off. and yeah this is on me for spending so much time on tiktok today. and the hours of the day which are dedicated solely to jacking off. sorry you don’t need to know that but yes you did. i’m not gonna be able to masturbate for two weeks i’m gonna be sharing rooms with my sister all the time i’m gonna fucking kms. that was dramatic. but real. if we are ever going to have a femininominon we NEED to normalize dykes talking about jacking off idc. anyway. i hope jakey dies.

#frankly i stil don’t actually know what all to pack.#i’m working ok it i’m trying i’m thinking. and yet i fear i’m overthinking #ok i have to go out my laundry in the dryer.

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“Hey.” Tara said as you picked up. She’d been worried that you wouldn’t answer your phone. A case had come up last minute and Tara had to stand you up and break the holiday dinner date that you’d planned.

“Hey. Sorry, some crazy traffic.” You said. She could hear you shuffling about trying to get ready for bed. “You got home ok then?” She asked. The elevator dinged and she waved to JJ who was hurrying past with a frantic Penelope. When she lost her cool it was never a good sign.

“Yeah. I’m just locking up the place now. Making sure everything is secure. The neighbour is back.” You said as you locked the front window and spotted them standing on their porch, staring out into the street.

“The weird one?” Tara asked.

“Yeah.” You admitted.

“I need to tell you something that might make you feel a bit better.” Tara said quickly. She’d wanted to tell you for weeks.

“What is it? Don’t get me excited and leave me waiting!” You said and almost giggled as you switched off the lights and headed to your bedroom.

"For your gift. I’m taking you to the shelter to adopt a pit bull." She gave you just enough time to process what she said before adding. “I know you didn’t want to be surprised with an animal and I know you’ve been wanting a dog and you like pit bulls. I figured it’d make you feel a little safer with me away.” She explained.

“I… I like that idea. We weren’t going today though were we?” You asked.

“Oh no. It was supposed to be tomorrow. But it looks like this case might be a serious one. I’ll call before we get on the plane. I’ll be sure to leave a message if you’re asleep then. I’ll call in the morning as well. Don’t worry about the shelter, I'll ask Penelope to call them in the morning and book another time… Maybe you could look at the dogs the shelter recommended with Penelope. Would save you worrying.” Tara was babbling now. You knew she felt bad about cancelling all the holiday plans. But you understood. She’d be spending the holidays saving somebody.

“Ok. I’ll speak to you soon.” You said.

“Sure… oh… I have to go. This looks like a really bad case. I love you.” She said and hung up before you could answer. You huffed a little but knew she’d call again in a little while when she left to go to the plane. You got into bed and switched on the tv, sure to skip the news channel.

Tara tags:

@savagemickey03 @zoomdeathknight @pheonix4269 @bloodrose @sarahbullet235 @lovelyy-moonlight @stellasblog @DeanWinchestersgirl87 @thekayarlene @linkpk88 @babypink224221 @lisainhell @spiderwebs-blog @gryffindorqueensworld @rockyrascal @twerp8999 @supernatural-wolfie @love1deandra @archaeologydigit @im-eating-rn @bucketbunny @littlefreakingfangirl @bluejaysaysstuff @thebaileybugle @writerfulltime @elenavampire21

#tara lewis #tara lewis x reader #bonniebird #december2022

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sacrilegiious · 2 years ago

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hi, my loves ! 4am but we're finally here, intro almost posted. i'm daisy ( she/her ) and this is my bby dawn. i've been playing her for a while now and i'm so excited to get to it again and see how she will interact with all of your lovely muses. dawn is my headstrong, always down to fight, antisocial girl - genuinely an all round asshole but with her heart in the right place i think ? i guess that judgment is yours to make. def looking forward to plotting w all of u okay byyyee ! <;33

꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀shin ryujin. twenty-one. cis woman. she/her.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ hold your f*** horses ! ’dawn' soojin jeong has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the drummer in rad and have been signed with the label for six months. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @fuckoffjake. fans know them for being ruthless but i swear they’ve got a protective side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with sleepless nights spent under neon lights, fingers impatiently drumming on a desk, dark eyes that refuse to look away first. stan twitter even voted them most likely to overthrow the government. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

basics.

name: soojin “dawn” jeong.

nicknames: u can try i guess.

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her.

age: 21.

date of birth: march 23rd 2001.

astrological sign: aries

place of birth: seoul, sk

nationality: korean-american

ethnicity: korean

occupation: drummer at rad / architecture student.

sexual & romantic orientation: bisexual, biromatic.

longest relationship: like a month probs.

appearance.

height: 1.64m / 5′4″ (as i’m being told)

weight: 50kg / 110lbs.

hair colour: naturally black (does like dying it though).

hair style: rn short-ish, almost reaching her shoulders.

eye colour: brown.

clothing style: tomboy meets goth witch. almost exclusively black.

tattoos: has several. a little D and a moon on her left hand, a rythmic score on her right ribs, a little black cat on her hip.

piercings: ear lobes & left ear helix.

defining features: whisker dimples, mole under left eyebrow.

character.

positive traits: ambitious, charismatic, intelligent, self-reliant, daring, witty.

negative traits: controlling, haughty, choleric, abrasive, impatient, judgy.

likes: rock music, cats, the city at dawn, cool architecture, hot chocolate, asmr.

dislikes: people (especially cis men), planes, haunted houses, brussels sprouts.

skills & languages.

notable skills: drumming, drawing, good memory, pen / drum stick spinning.

secret talents: lock picking, horseback riding.

languages spoken: Korean, English, Japanese & a bit of French.

biography.

tw: v minor mention of violence

born as jeong soojin in seoul, her life has always been predetermined by her last name, her family. she was the first child of her rather prominent parents, alongside her twin brother and both of them grew up surrounded by wealth, learning a second language by the age they were four and a third one from age nine. generally, their parents tried their best to give them everything you were supposed to give a child in order for it to develop promisingly. if raising a child were similar to a math equation that is. the only thing that they were missing, that no money or good intentions could afford them, was privacy. being one of the children of the ceo of a successful real estate company and a prominent politician meant they were always somewhat in the eye of the public. not enough to constantly be of relevance to the media but enough for any missteps to find an audience.

making mistakes was never an option. failure not in her vocabulary as she grew up and became the over-achiever her parents had always hoped for. she was on top of her class ever since starting school and later on became not only student body president in her high school but also picked up all the right hobbies. playing the violin, horseback riding, fencing - excelling in apparently everything she touched. all the success came with a price though, the rigorous self-discipline, the complete disregard of her actual nature. inside all she felt was emptiness and that emptiness was only replaced by burning, raging anger. when she was thirteen, her blood absolutely boiling with unbridled rage, she became violent towards a classmate of hers. an incident that didn’t cause a big scandal solely because once she got home, bloody fists and all, her parents immediately paid off both the parents of said classmate as well as the members of the press who had heard of the story. everything was kept under tight wraps but it was clear there was an issue, a problem, with the golden child. therefore, she was brought to therapy, diagnosed with anger management issues and recommended to pick up a hobby that might help her with her situation. among the provided examples was drumming, something soojin would have never been allowed previously but that soon became her favorite thing to do.

in the end, graduating with stellar results was no issue, if one thing came relatively easy to her it was academic success. still, however, she felt empty inside. felt caged in this life she had never picked yet never really tried to fight either. that was until now, when she could finally convince her parents to let her study abroad. embellishing her arguments with how impressive it would look on her CV and how it would help both her cultural and language education, she was allowed to leave the country and therefore also her parents’ and the press’ watchful eyes. she started her bachelors in architecture at ucla, actually quite passionate about the subject but she also didn’t lose sight of another thing she felt passionate about: drumming. ever since she got to the us, she changed her name to dawn, affording herself further anonymity and has finally become her own person. style, chaotic flatshare, political views and all. together with, what would soon become her two closest friends, she created the band r.a.d. about three years ago.

for a long time they were a small underground group, playing feminist punk rock was after all not truly what would catapult you into a life of stardom, or at least that is what they thought. however, after over two years of playing a lot of dingey bars, one of their songs gained some notoriety on tik tok, becoming what you might call a feminine rage hymn. with that hit song under their belt, they were approached by several record labels. dawn never felt inclined to sign, for her life was easier this way. nobody to tell them what direction to take with their music, absolute freedom. she would simply bankroll them herself. but when revolution records approached them and considering her existence of living in between the two worlds might come with an expiry date, rad agreed to sign. it gave them a sense of financial security, while also preserving their artistic freedom. for revolution, they moved across the country where now dawn is finishing up her bachelors degree mostly online.

headcanons.

character wise she quite controlling and reckless, which can be difficult for social interactions, especially since she is absolutely unwilling to compromise in her ideals or to admit defeat. has absolutely no issue with telling people just how wrong she thinks they are. on the other hand, she has quite the dry sense of humor, can be incredibly charming if she wishes so.

is having the time of her life ever since she joined rad, she is now dressing completely different than she used to at home. she has also started expressing her own thoughts and opinions a lot... most would say too much.

very much a destroy the patriarchy, anti-capitalistic, eat the rich, acab kind of babe.

AH YES R.A.D. dawn is the youngest member of the band and their drummer. just like at uni, she’s known exclusively as dawn in this context bc she’s still kinda trying to avoid people back at home finding out eek (hello ms hannah montana lol) - esp since r.a.d.’s specialty is angry feminist punk rock.

studies architecture and actually rlly loves it? like she will def geek out about architecture if you give her the chance.

dawn of justice was funnily enough the name of her first horse back home, so do with that info as you will.

she has the kind of personality that makes her a natural leader even though? she is an introvert? so yeah, she does prefer her solitude most of the time but don’t expect her to keep her mouth shut in social situations.

she sleeps very very little, which only adds to her high-strung personality. most of those sleepless nights are either spent performing with the band or studying.

when speaking she does have a slight korean accent.

wanted connections (wip).

i do have this sort of fun ideak that idek what to call but basically your muse and dawn got into a loud argument outside the building and somebody took pictures or videos and posted them to twitter saying they were having a lover spat. actually, they probably don’t get along great and have been trying to vehemently deny it on their social media, both losing some not so nice words about the other but it was simply interpreted by the netizens as them lovingly teasing each other soo.... that’s where we’re at basically.

enemies / antagonists — basically, dawn does tend to be a rude lil dickish so she’d def have quite some people who dislike her. for example that could be somebody she made fun off bc she didn’t like their music (probably called it something like mushy fluff or whatever skdfjsdf).

former hook up — this was definitely just casual, especially on her part. clean, no strings attached fun. well, unless maybe it wasn’t for your muse ?! that could be a fun option as well. open for all genders.

the rare friends — this is the exclusive group of people she likes to be friends with asdfahd. it just be like that but ya def hmu and give my antisocial gal some friendss. maybe somebody who she actually connected with through music, or perhaps architecture.

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