#Largely optimistic playlist

[dontcallpanic]

Oh! Thank's so much for the tag @oldefashioned You always have the best tag games and you know how much I love my spotify playlists!

Write out your url with songs

Dance in the Graveyards - Delta Rae

One More Night - Maroon 5

New Shoes - Paolo Nutini

Trouble Town - Jake Bugg

California Soul - Marlena Shaw, Diplo Remix

Annwn - Mari Mathias

Lover to Lover - Florence and the Machine

Lonely Boy - The Black Keys

Put the Gun Down - ZZ Ward

Aint Got No, I got Life (remix) - Nina Simone

Numb/Encore - Jay-Z, Linkin Park

I'm All Over It - Jamie Cullum

Cucurucu - Nick Mulvey

I just stuck my playlists on shuffle and filled in what came up (the N's were weirdly hard)! And had a blast thank you so much!

Trying to look at who hasn't been tagged already - always no pressure whatsoever! @gege-wondering-around @fuji09 @greyhavenisback

[delwrites]

Mundane Life

pure fluff with sirius black

(i cannot stress how fluffy this is, softest thing i've ever written)

“Okay baby, what colour would you like today?” his wolfish grin sends you into a frenzy, eyes dropping to the multitude of nail polish bottles in a box which his ring-clad hands had taken ahold of. A soft indie rock playlist played gently in the background, Tommy’s Party by Peach Pit having just started, the intro making a faint smile come onto his face as he jostles the box around, making the colours fly around too.

After you pick your favourite colour from the options, you hand it to him and place your hands palm-down on a cushion that he had placed down for you. These softer moments were always your favourite with him, where he’d be calm enough to be present and still with you, a small smile always on his face, his raspy voice softly singing along to the playlist he’d made for you, music being the easiest way for him to express his feelings for you. It frustrated him often, not being able to fully express his love for you. He just feels it bottled up inside, having no clue how to put the strong emotions into words, so he lets his favourite artists do it for him. 

He grabs hold of the sleeves of your (read: his) jumper, rolling them up for better access to your hands, seeing as his sleeves drown your hands, making his job much harder. The simple, domestic action caused a blush to spread across your cheeks, something that happened often with how tender he always was with you. You don’t remember a time he’s ever raised his voice at you, knowing how much it hurts and never wanting to inflict that on you himself. He can’t ever begin to imagine using his touch in a harsh way with you, and he proves this to you every day with his forbearing touches, restrained squeeze on your hip, barely there hand on the dip of your back, guiding you through crowds, hand combing through your hair as he urges your head into his chest, bringing you the comfort of being surrounded by him and him alone, fully trusting him with your life.

As he gets started on your right hand, you get the opportunity to study his face, no walls up, no faking his happiness because he thinks he has to play this optimistic, funny caricature he’s created by accident. No, around you he can always be unapologetically, unequivocally himself. 

As the next song plays (Darling by Christian Leave), he grabs your hand off of the cushion, torso moving down slightly to blow on the nails he had just painted, manoeuvring your hand with a gentility his other friends wouldn’t even think him capable of. Once he deemed his work acceptable, he placed a delicate kiss on your hand, before urging you to place your left hand down on the cushion for him to continue his work. 

 “You look so pretty like this, Siri.” You weren’t wrong. Earlier on in the evening, he had let you take his hair back in one of your girliest clips, putting it up for him, even though his unruly curls rebelled, strands falling out the front to frame his face over time. He even had some makeup on left over from when he’d insisted you do it for him that morning, large hands pulling your thighs to sit on his lap so you could be close enough to him to do a thorough job. 

He smiles a genuine smile, one he reserves for very few people, and caps the nail polish bottle to place a calloused hand on the side of your face, thumb caressing your cheek as he looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You could feel your breathing sync up, hearts intertwined and beating as one. The stillness in the room made a calming peace envelop the both of you, as if you were the only ones in the world. 

You revelled in the fact that he could just hold you like this, you both just staring at each other with so much love and admiration for the other, so much trust in your relationship that even if any doubts were to ever overcome one of you, you’d know you could sort it out easily. The fact that you could both just sit with one another like this, not needing to kiss, not needing anything to be said, just knowing that you love each other and that was all that mattered. You knew you meant as much to him as he meant to you, having helped each other through everything you’d had to endure so far, and were bound to endure in the future.

“Cmon Pads, you’ve still got another hand to do” you said through a cheeky smile, one which had him laughing, so softly you’d almost mistaken it to only be meant for himself.

“Cmere, little minx” with that, he takes your left hand, being sure to give that one its respective kiss too before starting to paint again. 

“Such soft hands”, it’s barely a whisper, the Great Sirius Black not being able to trust his voice enough in your presence, the effect you have on him being monstrous. It was no surprise to you that he liked your hands, the level of trust and comfort you’d achieved with each other not having come from secrets, after all. The main reason they were soft in the first place was because he was always smothering them in hand cream, a habit he’d picked up for himself from his years of guitar playing, which he was more than happy to pass onto you. He was always grabbing one of your hands to hold onto as you walked the streets, or even just laying together, fiddling with your fingers, placing his ring on your ring-finger, muttering to himself about ‘one day…’. 

Once he’d finished his artwork, he grinned proudly at you, lopsided and true, straightening up to sit perched on his knees, grabbing at your hands to better show you his work. You couldn't help the smile that overtook you as he boasted about how good a job he'd done, leaning over his makeshift nail station to place a kiss to his hairline, where his hair met his forehead, saying that you thought they looked simply beautiful.

"Thank you darling, truly. My turn!"

i'm honestly super proud of this :) thank you so much for reading!!

[thethreeeyed-raven]

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“You need to look perfect for today’s promenade.” Your mother fussed as the maids picked out your jewellery and hair accessories. She smoothed out your dress just as Eloise walked in. “How does she look?”

Eloise paused, looking up from her book. “Like she always does.”

You rolled your eyes and looked back at yourself in the mirror.

“What’s the occasion anyway?” Eloise sat on a spare chair in the wide room.

“Mama says that there are going to be a lot of eligible gentlemen at today’s promenade, personally I couldn’t care less.” You fixed your earrings, and twisted the bow a bit that rested in your updo.

“Would you rather them come to the house?” Violet crossed her arms and stepped back.

You furrowed your brows and shook your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Exactly, so that’s why we’re going. Eloise, get dressed into something more…”

“Proper?”

“Hmm, yes. We must hurry!”

Lucienne was fixing together Morpheus’ outfit for the week’s promenade. “Death has been visiting a lot these past few weeks.”

Morpheus sighed as Lucienne fixed his collar. “I know.”

“Any wonder as to why? I don’t wish to offend you my lord, but your family don’t visit you a lot.”

Morpheus looked at her through the mirror, as if to say ‘really?’ “No, they don’t. I’d rather have it that way.”

Lucienne stepped back to admire the work she had done. “Death should be here in a couple of minutes.”

Death had asked Morpheus to accompany her for the day, who was he to refuse his dear sister?

The weather was glittering and intense with bright light, the lacy hat you wore couldn’t shield your eyes from the blazing sun.

All of you walked in a large crowd. You and your mother at the front, Anthony and Kate behind you, Simon and Daphne with little Auggie behind the etc.

“Mama, can we walk in the shade? It’s too bright, I can’t see anything.” You tried to tug the hat a little further down, noticing your mother roll her eyes.

“Nonsense my dear, we must walk where everyone can see you.”

You heard Benedict and Colin snicker at your expense. You turned around glaring at them, before your attention was on Kate who announced she was going to converse with some of the ladies of the ton.

“Well whilst Kate is away, I shall leave you with your brother. Anthony!” Violet motioned for Anthony to come and take your arm. She noticed Lady Danbury in the distance, rushing to catch up with her.

“Lord Bridgerton!” A female voice could be heard just ahead. They walked further towards your large group.

“Lady Death!” Anthony greeted the woman, Benedict and Colin long gone. “Lord Morpheus.”

Lady Death?

“Bridgerton, Basset.” Morpheus greeted them.

“We’ve never seen you on a promenade before.” Simon questioned him with a teasing smirk.

“I’ve forced my brother here, to accompany me. It’s about time he’s not stuck in that house by himself.” Death nudged him a bit with her arm, a smile on her face.

Morpheus looked off to the side, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Oh! Over there Dream!” Death had spotted some other ladies, including Kate, chatting amongst themselves. “I’m going to go and join them.” She let go of Morpheus’ arm.

Just as Death left, a man approached you all. “Good morning everyone! ‘Tis a fine day isn’t it?” The man was overly optimistic, his gaze kept flickering from you to Morpheus.

“Lord Hepburn.” Morpheus stated bluntly.

Lord Hepburn shifted uncomfortably under Morpheus’ hateful gaze. “A-ah, Lord Morpheus, lovely to see you!”

“What do you want, Lord Hepburn?” Simon spoke from behind you. He remembered him as one of the many lords who tried to pursue his now wife.

“Well.” Hepburn felt nervous under everyone’s scrutinising gaze. “I’ve come to ask if I could take Miss Y/n’s arm.”

Anthony gave him a pointed look, and instead of deciding for you, he looked towards you, waiting for your answer.

“I…” You hesitated, you recalled how he acted with Daphne two seasons ago, evidently deciding your opinion of the man.

Morpheus sensed your discomfort somehow, so he intervened.

“Actually, I’ve already asked her. I have yet to receive a yes.” The handsome Lord flashed a smirk, but his eyes said something different.

You smiled and held your hand out for him to take, silently thanking him. “Of course, my Lord.”

He smirked victoriously at the bitter Lord Hepburn, taking your arm in his.

You both had been walking down the path in silence for a few minutes now, unsure of what to say to the other.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You smiled bashfully, a blush painting your cheeks gracefully.

The end of Morpheus’ lips tugged just slightly; you barely registered it. “I know of Lord Hepburn’s ways, I wouldn’t want you to fall victim to them.”

“Maybe Cressida Cowper.” You pointed east, barely stifling a giggle.

In the distance, Lord Hepburn was seen kissing the back of Cressida Cowper’s hand.

Morpheus huffed in amusement. “Maybe.”

The silence was there again, and you took it as a moment to relish in the feeling of his arm touching yours, unfortunately for you, which was covered with his coat sleeve.

You wonder if his skin was hot to the touch, if it was smooth and radiant like the skin hugging his cheek bones.

Why were you thinking like this? You hardly know anything about him!

“My Lord,” You started.

“Hmm?”

Why was your heart racing?

“Thank you. I really didn’t want to go with him.”

What could I ask him?

“Why did Lady Death call you dream?” You looked up at him curiously.

“It’s a nickname my siblings would call me. Death called it me first.”

You nodded in thought, saying the first thing that came to your mind.

“You have strange names.”

Morpheus didn’t expect himself to laugh.

His laugh was loud and menacing, and was rare. It was so rare, that it caused onlookers to widen their eyes in surprise, maybe even fear.

And that was when you decided his laugh was your favourite thing ever.

Death conversed with the ladies of the ton when all of a sudden, a loud beaming laugh could be heard just down the path.

Everyone whipped their heads around at the sound, and once Death discovered who it was, she smiled in surprise.

Her brother hadn’t laughed in years, or even smiled. It was nice, she decided, to see him let go of his walls even if it was just for a mere second.

[roses-bah-garden]

hi! can i request a level 5 masc/male aligned angel alter? thank you!

for sure! here you go :)

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

masc aligned, angel, creator's choice ... [LVL 5 PACK]

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name(s) ;; ezekial, michael, mikael, rafael, lilac, solus

pronouns ;; he/him, wing/wings, eye/eyes, they/them, */*s

age ;; 1000+

species ;; angel

gender(s) ;; angellexic, biblicallexic, AMAB, holybeing

orientation(s) ;; asexual, panromantic

role(s) ;; caretaker, soother

source ;; brainmade / alter packs

sign-off(s) ;; 《🕊》

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appearance ;; 5'11", with a muscular build. light skin. curly golden hair. dark brown eyes. freckles forming constellations. large gold halo and white wings. see below for picture.

personality ;; kind and gentle. he is responsible, with excellent leadership qualities. wing can be naively optimistic at times. they are open minded and honest.

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likes ;; hot beverages, violin covers, orchestral music, chess

dislikes ;; violence, horror, large dogs

possible front triggers ;; playing chess, taking care of the body

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cisid(s) ;; celestial, goldAmian, cisWhite

transid(s) ;; panRacial, raceFluid, transEarthen, transMultipleHalos, transOverprotective

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; MAP (non-sexual)

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moodboard ;; found here

playlist ;; "rewrite the stars" - daniel jang / "symphony" - clean bandit + zara larsson / "chasing cars" - milo grande / "a thousand years" - daniel jang / "metropolis of eden" - sparkbird

kinlist ;; aziraphale (good omens) / granmamare (ponyo)

bonus info ;; types with correct grammar and punctuation, making his own angelic language

[magmethius]

6 Songs - Moss

got tagged by @vestigialpersonality to do one of these and i sure do love making me some character playlists so here's stuff for Moss, my tavflayer from my post-game emperor fics. their favorite instrument is the harp and in their old life they were a druid, so i typically associate them with softer, contemplative instrumental pieces.

(using this opportunity to shill this art of them by @tricksterwish <3)

1: An event that defines your character's past.

ah, this one's rough...

moss's pre-bg3-events past is largely unimportant to them. the one thing they carry with them from their old life is a tendency to define themselves through those around them. they've never seen themselves as an individual outside the context of other people - for instance, they've always been drawn to nature and healing, but is that really them, or is that because they were raised by a druid circle and knew nothing else of the world?

the only things they could ever really claim were theirs were their love for mushrooms, and for the stars. their name - being an orphan, they didn't have one, not until they were expected to pick one during their 'graduation' - was the first and only time they made a decision that was purely theirs, and not suggested to them by someone else.

until they chose to become a squid, of course.

so, anyway, here's a song for blooming into individuality!:

2: How your character sees themselves.

a drifter, a traveler, one who wants to be one with nature but also wants to see it all. (with their beloved, of course.) i think they'd resonate with this song:

send me to the mountains, let me go free forever i'll be running through the forest, dancing through the fields like this, forever, and ever, and ever leave me where the moonbeams carve through the leaves like blades lay me in the tall grown grass in a shallow grave let it have me i've got a place in the world, and i've found my way out in the night, all alone, in the way out there

i ain't lonely are you?

3: How others view them.

those not privy to their anxieties probably think of them as stubborn and optimistic to a fault. they want to make better the lives of everyone around them, and they're a total sap while doing it, too.

so, obviously:

if i could change the world, i would be the sunlight in your universe

4: Their closest relationship, romantic or platonic.

so, this is from The Beloathed Gacha, but just give it a listen:

5: A major fight scene.

moss and their final boss involves loss of memory, loss of identity, and - the threat of loss of everything else, really. it tortures them for months and finally threatens to consume them entirely.

we dug these holes we crawled into, now they're my home down here i cannot feel the wind, can't feel the rain or cold

look at me, oh, look at me is this the way i've always been? here i am, oh, here i am oh, when will someone understand?

6: End credits song.

well, with my eternal thesis being 'love is the answer'...

and when you say my name, like white horses on the waves i think it feels the same as an ocean in my veins and you'll be diving in like nothing is out of place

home at last~

[batrogers]

LINK, OF SKYLOFT Skyward Sword

[From my original Link's Meet AU, That Broken Promise]

GENDER: Male (amab) PRONOUNS: He/Him HEIGHT: 5'2" AGE: 24 HEALTH: Fatigue, weak lungs, periodic lung bleeding [curse], other old scars that come and go.

WEAPONS: None ITEMS: Beetle, fireshield earrings, water dragon scale, stamina potions SPELL: None

Skyloft travelled the forgotten surface world and destroyed two incarnations of an evil god: the Imprisoned and Demise. Zelda regained the Goddess' memories, but has largely returned to herself. Link, however, retains internal scars from his battles and has been in poor health ever since.

His first two priorities are, and always have been, those he considers family and close friends. While his parents died when he was young, he always had someone looking out for him in Skyloft. He loves Zelda deeply, and considers her father as good as his own. The only secret between them is how much she remembers of acting as Hylia and what she said about shaping him for her purposes, and he intends to keep it that way. Zelda and their community are all very scared he's gone missing, and fear something bad happened to him.

Skyloft speaks easily, is literate, but doesn't know sign language. He understands all spoken language.

He's bisexual and likes to keep things light and playful. He had a crush on Pipit a while back. Currently monogamous, and involved with his Zelda. They have four year old twin daughters.

CURRENT MEDIA:

Where Demons Have Gone Before, rated M for blood and horror Not to Me, Not if its You, rated M for blood and horror Cave Frogs, rated T for graphic violence and near-death The Great Sea, rated T for threats of violence Fluff Dump: Head Injury, rated G Fluff Dump: Touch Starved, rated G

Songs from the Playlist for Skyloft: Alive, by Hillsong Young & Free Playing With The Big Boys, a cover by Steve Martin & Martin Short

Author's Note: I do not subscribe to reading Christian allegory into Zelda mythology. While Skyloft is absolutely the definition of a mythic hero, and a passionately loyal, optimistic person, the choice of Christian music is because that particular genre embodies faith, love, and hope perfectly. It is NOT meant as a declaration of allegory. I am not personally Christian. I'll be posting something about how polytheist the Zelda mythos is another time.

[aberrantundead]

Pinterest | Playlist | Artwork

Connor is an Undying Warlock with a neutral good alignment. Connor’s pronouns are he/they. They are classified as undead, aberration, and humanoid. They are 470 years old. He stands at 7 feet tall, or 2.13 meters. His weight is around 80-110 lbs (this includes the tentacles). Connor is intersex, non-binary, and pansexual with demiromantic tendencies. They are polyamorous and love being loved and loving others.

Connor as a character is unorthodox to the fullest extent, as they are largely homebrew. He is in a level 1-20 campaign ran by @skeletone that has been ongoing since 2019, and is expected to be ongoing for years to come. This character for me has been an ultimate expression as a coping mechanism for my relationship with death, fear of outer space (with Connor practically being an alien), and an expression of queerness that I, as a queer person, enjoy exploring. In a way, this character is a self portrait of major parts of myself.

Connor’s personality snapshot: expressive, open, self revealing, loves/hates large parties, loud, social, outgoing, does not like social isolation, assertive, positive, always busy, likes to fit in but also likes to stand out, enjoys leadership, brutally honest, trusting, optimistic, desires attention, dominant, aggressive, attachment prone, wants to be understood, lonely, melancholic, self loathing

Currently, Connor and their friends have saved the city of Waterdeep. They have struck alliances with many individuals such as Renaer Neverember, Volothamp Geddarm, Jarlaxle Baenre and Laerel Silverhand, while dealing with The Xanathar, mindflayers (most notably Nihiloor), devils, the Cassalanters, and Manshoon. Recently, they have ventured out to the North to successfully kill Auril who relentlessly was wailing on parts of Toril with her unforgiving winter weather. Auril’s demise was accomplished with help of another god’s Chosen, who took Auril’s divine spark and corrupted it with their own god’s essence. With Auril’s inflicted weather now removed, Connor and their friends can travel the oceans she froze to get to a forge that belongs to a golden dragon underneath Waterdeep. The group promised the golden dragon they would help reclaim it from another dragon who overtook it.

Connor’s in-depth information is below, and while I wish I could divulge all of Connor’s secrets, some of my teammates are on this site and are mutuals and in general are aware of the existence of this space, so I can only unveil right now what’s been given in game.

Current revealed facts about Connor in Legends of the Five:

• Connor once lived life as a human before. He was born as a human. Lived and loved as one. Connor’s previous name in life before taking up the name Connor was Alistair Reiter.

• Alistair Reiter had a wife, a child, and ran a church dedicated to Lathander. He was a priest.

• Present day Connor has a phobia of horses. This pertains to the fact that Alistair’s/Connor’s daughter in life was trampled to death by a horse.

• In hopes of trying to resurrect his dead daughter, Alistair dabbled into unknown forces of necromancy and made a pact with a mysterious entity in order to channel said necromancy.

• Learning this necromancy allowed him to attach another pair of limbs to himself amid his experimentation.

• Alistair’s hubris is what led to his death and downfall. Such is what happens when you play with forces of life and death and try to play God.

• For some years after his death and his body long since decayed, Alistair’s dead body was animated by a mysterious force and was sent on a killing spree against any wandering adventurers before the Spellplague deactivated him. His body was then put in a crypt, and wrapped in golden chains.

• Alistair was resurrected by a necromancer who found him in the crypts years later. Alistair then takes the name Connor out of a desire to not affiliate with his wretched past. Symbolism of a clean slate and starting over. The necromancer that resurrected him ended up being a short lived lover and partner until they both split amid an argument. Only recently has Connor been able to get over their ex.

• Connor finds out that he cannot die, and any time he is destroyed, he often reforms hours later. Whatever force keeps him animated, is clearly by a higher power—likely his warlock patron. Using dispel magic on him also temporarily deactivates him.

• Connor is part of a hivemind that has origins from the Far Realm.

• Connor has a sibling (or technically another him, if they’re a hivemind) named Exodus, who breached the material plane during a summoning ritual for a Far Realm entity named Auc’thil’une—with Exodus as the representative of Auc’thil’une. He changed from an incomprehensible entity into a human with tentacles in his eye sockets that he hides behind shades.

• Similarly, Connor is actually the mass of tentacles inside of the skeleton that was once his when he had flesh.

•Connor was born in the body of a human and lived as one—Exodus did not. Exodus finds himself disgruntled and disgusted at Connor’s empathy and love for this world, and at Connor’s developed humanity. Connor is an anomaly among aberrations for this reason. In no way should an aberration have humanity. • Connor’s golden chains apparently keep him sentient, and when they are removed, Connor loses all sense of self and begins to indiscriminately attack anything living, plagued by a feeling of hunger. These chains seem to belong a small organization of necromancers called The Order of the Golden Chain. They were often used by necromancers on their undead. Connor is considered a rogue undead with no master/necromancer controlling him. • Connor finds out that they have a suppressed appetite—and it’s a desire for living flesh. Dead flesh does not satisfy whatever dark primal hunger sits inside Connor. This rightfully horrifies Connor.

[gimmethatagustd]

falling into you (5) | kth + myg

Sometimes Taehyung thinks he loves his roommate so much it makes him sick.

↳ pairing: superhero!taehyung x superhero!yoongi

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | college au | fantasy | roommates to lovers | fluff | light angst | light smut

↳ wc/date: 3.9k | September 2023

↳ warnings: every chapter is just PINING; the hanahaki is in full force !

↳ notes: when i say "light angst" i really mean full-blown angst tbh

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? the series playlist

Taehyung looks down at the yellow flower petals scattered across his wooden tabletop. They’re damp with phlegm and speckled with dirt that alarms Taehyung, though not as much as the petals' existence. Black-eyed Susans are annual flowers native to North America that appear during the late summer and early autumn. They’re one of Taehyung’s favorite flowers. He enjoys how simple they are. Daisy-like in appearance, Black-eyed Susans typically have upright green stems with thin, pointy yellow petals circling a black or brown center. However, Taehyung appreciates the variations they can come in. They grow well in the greenhouse’s warm environment, and Taehyung has a small pot on one of the shelving units near the back of the greenhouse.

Although Taehyung doesn’t dabble in flower symbolism like some plant lovers do (mostly because he can speak to plants and get to know their personalities rather than rely on almanacs to tell him made-up theories), he will admit that he likes the symbolism of Black-eyed Susans. Humans have attributed the flowers to feelings of motivation, resilience, and encouragement. They’re optimistic flowers by nature, so Taehyung is inclined to believe in the symbolism.

The appearance of Black-eyed Susans on this rainy Sunday afternoon isn’t a good omen, however.

Rain patters against the greenhouse, making the glass roof and walls fog from the difference in temperatures between the inside of the greenhouse and the gloomy weather outside. It may come as a surprise to some, but Taehyung loves the rain. Not only is the sound of rain hitting the roof comforting, but it’s the driving force of all nature. Without rain, life wouldn’t exist. Therefore, he is thankful for its calming and life-giving qualities.

Today, however, the rain depresses Taehyung. Perhaps because he’s dying. Maybe. Probably.

Looking down at his phone, Taehyung lets out a small sound of frustration. Jungkook is a supergenius; why is he giving Taehyung information about a made-up disease? Jungkook needs to stop reading so much BL manhwa. Taehyung is experiencing a genuine medical emergency!

The sound of the heavy wooden backdoor creaking open startles Taehyung into action. Seokjin is weaving through the aisles of floor-level flowerbeds, large pots, and shelving units. In a panic, Taehyung starts scooping the damp petals into the pockets of his mud-smeared apron. He attempts to hide whatever is left within the clumps of dirt on the workbench.

“Taehyung-ah,” Seokjin greets him with a smile. “Why is it that you’re always so stressed these days?”

“I’m not stressed,” Taehyung lies through his teeth, knowing that the pheromones he’s giving off will betray his true feelings to Seokjin and the greenhouse plants. It’s so unfair that he has no control over the aura he puts off.

With a playful roll of his eyes, Seokjin hauls a basket of strawberries onto the workbench beside the pot of orange and white lilies Taehyung has been prepping. He thought the apartment would look nice with fresh flowers, which is the humane way of having a bouquet without killing the plants. Taehyung doesn’t understand the point of a bouquet. Why wouldn’t someone want to plant the flowers and care for them long-term?

“So,” Seokjin tries again. “Are you still not feeling well?”

Taehyung watches him use the sink at the end of the workbench to wash the dirty strawberries and put them into clean jars. “I feel fine.”

Seokjin cocks his eyebrow when Taehyung quickly buries his face into the crook of his elbow and coughs rather violently. “Fine?”

“Mhm,” Taehyung mumbles weakly and silently prays that there won’t be petals left behind when he lifts his head.

Of course, the universe is out to get him.

He quickly turns his body away from Seokjin to brush off the sleeve of his sweater. When the petals fall to the ground, Taehyung kicks them under the table. Seokjin gives him a small smile once Taehyung turns back around.

“Would you like to talk about why you’re coughing so much? Or do I need to let you figure it out on your own?” he asks quietly, dark eyes roaming Taehyung’s confused expression.

“It’s just a cold. I’ll go to the infirmary on Monday,” Taehyung promises as he brushes dirt off the pot. If Seokjin is implying that he knows why Taehyung is coughing, he’s unfortunately confused. There’s no way for Seokjin to know the truth. Jungkook doesn’t even know. “I’ll see you tomorrow, hyung. I need to go before the rain gets worse.”

Taehyung doesn’t wait for Seokjin’s reply. He quickly bows his head a few times, a slight bob that flops his wavy golden bangs on his forehead, and then dashes out of the greenhouse with his plant cradled in his arms.

The rain is unforgiving as he hurries to his apartment, plastering his hair to his face and making his clothes hang heavily on his lanky limbs by the time he enters the apartment lobby. He did his best to protect the lilies by shielding them with his body, even if that meant the uncomfortable bend in his back caused him to cough up more flower petals at least three times before he finally made it home.

Taehyung doesn’t consider himself an angry person. If anything, he tries to maintain a relatively neutral emotional state. Today, though… Today, he’s ready to chuck his phone at his bedroom wall because Jungkook is being the exact opposite of helpful right now. At least Yoongi isn’t home to hear Taehyung hacking up flower petals and phlegm and screaming into his pillow because not only is he potentially dying, but now his room is a disaster from how disgusting this supposed disease is, and he has an essay due at midnight!

It’s going to take forever to vacuum up all these nasty petals. Taehyung is pretty sure the last cough had a little blood in it, but he forces himself not to think about that. He’s so bent out of shape that even Jisoo the Jade Plant and Bobby the Boatlily are silent as Taehyung paces the room.

What is he going to do? In all seriousness, this truly is an emergency. If Taehyung had thought he was broken before, he certainly is now. Perhaps he should have asked Seokjin to explain himself; he’s the only person Taehyung knows who would understand. In all of Taehyung’s extensive research of people with powers like his – or at least something similar – he has never encountered a situation like this.

The shooting sensation that comes right before Taehyung accidentally blows something up slices down his spine. Doubling over from the sharp pain, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and grasps at his chest, willing the energy coursing through his nervous system to subside.

Sweat beads along his hairline and dampens his bangs as he focuses on the tightness in his chest. It’s disgusting, the sensation of something twisting inside him, like vines squeezing his lungs.

But it works.

Taehyung collapses onto the floor and immediately coughs up more flower petals. The force of the coughs makes his back arch like a cat. It’s painful now, but he gets the result he wanted. None of his plants explode.

His hands are shaking too much to send another text to Jungkook, so Taehyung calls him instead. He sits on the edge of his bed, gently rocking back and forth to calm himself as the phone rings - lasting only three chimes before Jungkook picks up because Taehyung is sure he’s been waiting. Once Jungkook answers, Taehyung puts him on speaker and sets the phone next to him on part of the bed not covered in flower petals.

“Why aren’t you using your powers?” Jungkook immediately dives into the interrogation that Taehyung was anticipating. It’s still annoying, even if Taehyung knew it was coming.

With a huff, Taehyung presses his palms against his eyes and tries not to cry.

“They’re getting out of control, okay? For months, I haven’t been able to control them! So now I’m just not going to use them, and everything is fine!” Deep down, the rational part of Taehyung knows his reasoning doesn’t make sense, but that part of him is overruled by the part that’s stressed out.

Jungkook’s voice is softer when he asks, “Why can’t you control them, hyung?”

Dropping his hands into his lap, Taehyung stares at the wall across from him where his desk sits. There’s a little picture frame on the corner of his desk. The frame is shaped like a sunflower, with a circular photo in the middle, surrounded by big yellow petals. The photo is of Taehyung and Yoongi on the day that they met. It was at a Pride event that Hoseok’s LGBTQ+ student organization hosted. Taehyung and Yoongi are beaming at the camera with their fingers raised in peace signs pressed against their cheeks. Yoongi is wearing a giant, fuzzy rainbow boa across his shoulders, and Taehyung is in an embarrassing, too-small ladybug dress Jungkook had forced him to wear.

“Taehyung, right? You look cute,” Yoongi laughed as he leaned into Taehyung’s side, off-centered from being a bit drunk. “We should take a picture.”

With a sigh and fresh tears trickling down his cheeks, Taehyung looks down at the phone as if he can see Jungkook sitting there patiently waiting for him to crack finally.

“It’s Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung confesses. “Every time I’m around him, or even if I think about him, I make my plants explode. It hurts them, Jungkook.”

“And it hurts you, too,” Jungkook points out. It makes Taehyung’s heart ache.

“I don’t understand…”

The two men are momentarily silent, letting Taehyung’s situation sink in. Taehyung hears Jungkook sigh through the phone and then some rustling.

“Do you love him?”

The question makes the creepy crawlies in Taehyung’s chest wiggle. He grits his teeth when he responds, “Yeah. But… please don’t tell him. He won’t want to be my friend anymore.”

“What?!” Jungkook’s voice screeches through the phone. The loudness startles Taehyung, and he nearly knocks his phone onto the floor. “Hyung, are you kidding me? Yoongi hyung adores you, what the fuck?”

“Stop yelling at me. I don’t feel good,” Taehyung whines.

“Right. Sorry.” Jungkook pauses. “This is literally just like Hanahaki Disease.”

“Can you quit it with that!” The audacity.

“I’m so serious.” Taehyung can imagine Jungkook rolling his eyes at him. “You’re getting so emotional about liking Yoongi that you’re keeping your powers inside of you. You aren’t letting your feelings out, and your powers don’t have anywhere to go. You literally made flowers grow inside of you, hyung, because you won’t just let yourself be free to express yourself.”

The realization that by suppressing his powers, Taehyung is making his body malfunction is so blatantly obvious when Jungkook explains it that Taehyung feels stupid. He presses his hand to his chest and tries to channel his energy into feeling beyond the tightness– to what’s inside.

Flowers. Beautiful flowers sing to Taehyung, a song so full of sorrow that it makes him crack even more.

“I trapped them,” Taehyung mutters, his voice quiet and far off.

“Yes, you did.”

“Well…” Taehyung messes with the hem of his shirt, realizing a few petals are sticking to it. He really shouldn't be sitting on his bed right now; his clothes are still wet. In this current mindset, though, Taehyung isn't sure if he can care about much else aside from the situation at hand. “What am I supposed to do now?”

Jungkook gives Taehyung the answer he doesn’t want: “Tell him.”

Taehyung can’t do this. He can’t. Jungkook has too much faith in him. It’s not even pessimism making Taehyung doubt himself; he’s coming to this conclusion based on pure evidence.

Exhibit A: Yoongi is home, and Taehyung is hiding in his bedroom.

Exhibit B: Yoongi knocked on Taehyung’s door, knowing Taehyung was home because Hoseok heard Taehyung stressing out inside his head when he walked Yoongi to the apartment, and Taehyung pretended he was asleep.

Exhibit C: Yoongi texted Taehyung, asking if he was okay, and Taehyung turned off his phone.

The problem with roommates is that they live with you. The problem with life is that it doesn’t stop even when you want to hide away in your corner of the world and pray for it to slow down.

For nearly twenty minutes, Taehyung tries to hold in a cough. He knows Yoongi is sitting in the living room because he can hear the record player going. It’s one of Yoongi’s favorite albums: All Eyez on Me. Taehyung isn’t sure what that means for the mood Yoongi is in right now, but he can’t think about it too much because he focuses on keeping himself under control. When the cough finally bursts through Taehyung’s tight-lipped grimace, he hopes Yoongi can’t hear it over 2Pac’s "Shorty Wanna Be a Thug."

“Taehyung-ah?” Yoongi calls out, and Taehyung curses under his breath. The music stops, and the floor creaks as Yoongi nears Taehyung’s bedroom. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine!” Taehyung croaks.

“You don’t sound fine…” Yoongi drums his knuckles against the door. “Can I come in? I can help you.”

Of course, Yoongi can help Taehyung; he has the power of healing. Not only that, but Jungkook is convinced that if Taehyung admits his feelings, he’ll be cured. All Taehyung has to do is ask Yoongi to come in…

“Uhhh…” Heart pounding and hands shaking, Taehyung quickly brushes petals off his bed and tries to toss as many as possible into an empty flower pot sitting on the floor by his desk. It’s impossible to hide them all; there are too many.

“Tae?” The door creaks, and Taehyung imagines Yoongi is leaning his shoulder against it as he waits.

“Um, uh,” Taehyung takes a deep breath. “You can come in.”

The moment Yoongi enters Taehyung’s bedroom, his face falls. The dusting of pink on his cheeks drains, making his face look ashen and solemn. He draws his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles on it as his eyes scan Taehyung’s bedroom, taking in the flower petals. When those troubled eyes finally land on Taehyung’s face, Yoongi’s face crumbles.

“Oh, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi calls out softly. “What happened?”

It’s instinctual the way Taehyung falls into Yoongi’s outstretched arms. He lets Yoongi hold him close, even allowing himself to nuzzle his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck without shame. Eucalyptus and peppermint evade his senses, automatically calming him. His tears cease to fall, and his hands no longer shake because he bunches the hem of Yoongi’s oversized t-shirt into his fists.

“I have flowers inside me,” Taehyung whispers into Yoongi’s shoulder. His body hurts from coughing, and he leans most of his weight onto Yoongi. Yoongi can handle it, though. He’s strong, as always, keeping Taehyung upright. His large hands caress Taehyung’s back, gently rubbing along his spine as Taehyung takes deep breaths.

“You’re sick?” Yoongi asks. Taehyung can’t expect him to understand, but he can’t find the energy to explain what’s happening. There’s only one thing that will make this better.

“Mhm,” Taehyung hums an affirmation. He feels warm and gooey, a chocolate chip cookie straight from the oven, broken apart by Yoongi’s strong hands. “You’re healing me.” It isn’t a question.

Yoongi’s hands on Taehyung’s back pause. “I’m sorry. I should have asked permission.”

“It feels good. I hurt all over, hyung. It hurts.”

Nodding his head, Yoongi resumes rubbing Taehyung’s back. They stay like that for a long time, content to be in each other’s arms while Yoongi patiently waits for Taehyung to explain the situation further.

“Hyung…” Taehyung slowly pulls back, far enough to look at Yoongi’s face. There’s that adoration again, a look so gentle and kind that Taehyung feels the tightness in his chest break apart. The longer Yoongi holds him, the easier it becomes to breathe. “I…”

Yoongi nods his head in encouragement.

“I think – no, no, I know I love you,” Taehyung chokes out.

It’s a shame he doesn’t know what Yoongi’s reaction is. The moment the confession leaves his lips, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as his whole body shudders. He bends over and coughs what he somehow knows is the remaining bout of petals deep inside his lungs. They’re frail and lackluster in color.

Falling to his knees, Taehyung gasps for air as the strange feeling in his chest slowly disappears, like vines receding into the dirt. His eyes fly open when strong arms come around his waist and hoist him up. When Yoongi settles him into his lap, Taehyung turns toward his body to rest his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“That was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” Yoongi muses. When Taehyung attempts a weak laugh, Yoongi pulls him tighter against his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?”

“You said dating friends is bad,” Taehyung reminds him. He stares down at his lap and wishes he wasn’t so upset that he can’t appreciate that he’s sitting in Yoongi’s lap.

“When did I say that?” Yoongi leans back slightly to look Taehyung in the eyes.

“That one time we played Hobi hyung’s questions game.”

Yoongi huffs at that, but Taehyung doesn’t know what it means. “That was ages ago, Taehyung. Besides… I, um…” Yoongi clears his throat. Taehyung realizes the color has returned to his cheeks. “It was my way of telling Hobah not to tease me.”

Taehyung furrows his eyebrows. “Tease you about what?”

Yoongi’s eyes drop to Taehyung’s lips. He suddenly feels self-conscious about having his crush look at him so closely, even though Yoongi has seen every side of Taehyung – the good, the bad, and the ugly. Especially the ugly. It comes with the territory of living with someone, Taehyung supposes. It’s hard to hide the undesirable parts of yourself from your roommate.

“I didn’t want him to tease me about how much I like you,” Yoongi whispers. “Love you, actually. I love you, too.”

“Oh…” Taehyung blinks and is very aware of how close his face is to Yoongi’s. It doesn’t help that Yoongi’s eyes keep flitting between locking with Taehyung’s and looking at his lips. “Oh.”

“Ahh, yeah,” Yoongi admits sheepishly. He ruffles the back of his hair and gives Taehyung a small smile. “I’ve been trying to tell you for a while but kept getting too nervous. I, mean, I’m still kind of nerv–”

Taehyung should ask to kiss Yoongi, but he doesn’t. He dives in before he can talk himself out of it. He’s glad he does, of course. Kissing Yoongi frees the last bit of discomfort that had seeped into Taehyung’s bones. The comfort of his pillowy lips on Taehyung’s calms the anxious knot inside his chest. His stress unfurls as Yoongi begins kissing him back, his hands sliding up Taehyung’s back to hold him close as he applies more pressure to their kiss.

Their lips move together in a slow dance like autumn leaves swirling around each other when kicked up in the wind. When they finally pull away, the tip of Taehyung’s tongue brushes against Yoongi’s bottom lip, and Taehyung thinks he tastes the way lilacs smell.

“I think I’m better now,” Taehyung blurts. The laugh that erupts from Yoongi’s chest endears Taehyung and makes him want to hide under his blankets in embarrassment for saying something stupid.

“Good,” Yoongi says with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. “Though I’m very disappointed in you.” Taehyung hides in the crook of Yoongi’s neck because he knows what’s coming next. “I explicitly asked you to tell me when something’s wrong, and you lied to me.”

“I did not lie!” Taehyung groans, but he smiles against Yoongi’s skin. “Maybe I lied a little.”

“You can’t only lie a little. You either did or you didn’t. And you did,” Yoongi teases, and Taehyung decides that there’s nothing else he wants more in life than to be on the receiving end of Yoongi’s teasing.

The pair remain sitting on the floor for the rest of the night as Yoongi asks Taehyung to finally share his struggles with him. Now that they know this can happen to Taehyung, Yoongi wants to make sure Taehyung knows what to do when he feels like he might be repressing his powers again. It’s sweet how concerned Yoongi is for Taehyung’s well-being. He always has been, but it feels different now that Taehyung knows Yoongi loves him, too.

It’s also sweet to receive little kisses in between stories. Taehyung knew being kissed by Yoongi would be life-changing if it ever happened to him. And not just kisses on the lips, but kisses on his eyelids, cheeks, and forehead – god, the forehead kisses! They’re the best, Taehyung decides. They make him feel so, so soft.

What a beautiful thing it is to be loved by Yoongi.

Taehyung feels it in his chest, this flourishing feeling. It’s nothing like the tightness from before. This time, love seeps into his bones rather than stress and fear. This sensation brings him tranquility and light. So much so that Taehyung eventually drifts off to sleep, still in Yoongi’s embrace.

“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi attempts to rouse Taehyung. “Let's get you to bed, okay?”

With his eyes still closed, Taehyung shakes his head. Physical and emotional exhaustion has caught up with him, but he can’t extricate himself from Yoongi. It sounds like the worst idea in the history of the world.

“I change my mind. I’m not better yet,” Taehyung slurs with drowsiness. Taehyung’s head bobs up and down with the force of Yoongi’s laughter.

“Want me to lie with you?” Yoongi asks. He runs his fingers through Taehyung’s bangs, gently pushing them away from his face as Taehyung lifts his head. It feels good, but everything feels good with Yoongi.

“Okay,” he concedes with eyes still closed. He lets Yoongi maneuver him off his lap and forces himself to stand up because superstrength isn’t one of Yoongi’s powers, and Taehyung is much bigger than him.

He and Yoongi have never cuddled but fall naturally into place once their backs hit the mattress. Much to Taehyung’s surprise, Yoongi rests his head on Taehyung’s chest and wraps his arm around his waist. It’s silly, but the position makes Taehyung feel special, like he’s somehow in charge of ensuring Yoongi has a good cuddling experience. He worries his chest is too bony and his body too thin to feel comfortable.

Yoongi must pick up on Taehyung’s struggle from his stiff body language because he lets out a quiet huff of a laugh and says, “Relax, Tae. I’m happy.”

“I’m happy, too,” Taehyung whispers.

Throughout the apartment, Taehyung’s plants coo.

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[hannahhook7744]

Meet Joyce Penelope Foxworth;

FC: Jordana Beatty.

Fic Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook. 

Nicknames: Joy, Joyless, Joyful, Joyless Foxworth, Joyful Foxworth, Lost Girl, Joyless Wild Child, Wild Child, The Wild Child Wrangler, The Red Pirate, and The Sour Patch Kid. 

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Pronouns: She/her. 

Birthday: July 6th at 4:00 am. 

Height: 4'11. 

Hair Color: Dark Red. 

Eye Color: Coffee Brown.  

Place Of Birth: Auradon. 

Hobbies: Reading, singing, archery, sailing, swinging, treasure hunting, fishing, playing games, climbing, singing, and yodeling. 

Likes: History, reading, listening to music, animals, animal care, sailing, treasure hunting, fishing, playing games, pizza, climbing, singing, and yodeling. 

Dislikes: Broccoli, the color black, bullies, broccoli pizza, large crowds, clowns, public speaking, badgers, and editing history to the point where it is just false. 

Favorite musicians: Taylor Swift, Lesley Gore, and The Mighty Olympians. 

Physical Quirks/Scars: Freckles, uneven teeth, lanky frame, and pinkish skin. 

Family: Mr. Foxworth (Maternal Grandfather), Mrs. Foxworth (Maternal Grandmother), Penny Foxworth (Maternal Aunt), Jenny Foxworth (Mother), Nibs (Father), and Demurra (Older Full-Blooded Sister). 

Honorary Family: The Lost Boys, The Darlings, and Neverland Crew. 

Friends: Hannah Hook and Amira Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah. 

Pets: Taffy (Bunny), Oliver (Cat), Georgette (Poodle), Fishy (Goldfish), and Hebe (Kitten). 

Love Interest: Avisa Olympian of Atlantic (Crush),

Fuega Madrigal (Future Partner).

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Pessimistic. 

Introvert or Extrovert: Introvert. 

Occupation: Back Up Kid Wrangler, Pirate, Highschool Student, and Vet (future job). 

Extracurriculars: Choir, Archery, and Belle's Book Club. 

Favorite Animal: Cats and Bunnies. 

Favorite Color: Forest Green and Pastel Pink. 

Favorite Book: 'Meet Kit' by Valerie Tripp. 

Favorite Food: Pepperoni Pizza.

Favorite Drink: Sprite. 

Favorite Movie/TV Show: Annie and Powerpuff Girls. 

Background: Once upon a time, Nibs left Neverland in search for something more–growing up and eventually meeting and falling in love with Jenny Foxworth. 

Having a daughter named Demurra and then another named Joyce 'Joy' Penelope Foxworth. 

Joyce would go on to befriend Hannah Hook and join her crew, becoming one of her closest and most trusted companions. 

~~~~Playlist~~~~

"Choose your fighter" by Ava Max.

"You're on your own kid" by Taylor Swift. 

"Die Young" by Kesha. 

"Artemis" by Lindsey Stirling.

"Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship. 

"No Friends" by Cadmium.

"Strangers like me" by Phil Collins. 

Inspired by @thecaptainsgingersnap and @theinnerworkingsofoc.  This is @casinotrio1965 's oc in my Hananh Hook au.

[skyderman]

character intro?? cause they don’t have a story:

⚫️ Meet Phi!

he/they, aroace

20s

chronically depressed

largely inspired by ENA, and other object head OCs

tags: #phi-verse, #phi tag, #oc: phi

PLAYLIST

Phi is a sad little guy trying to learn how to see the world again. he finds it hard to stay positive, but he has a lot of friends to keep him going. when things are tough, they spend a lot of time crying, but usually they pass the time watching movies. they used to play more video games, but haven’t as much now that Jason lives nearby…

he mostly wears whatever’s cleanest, which tends to be the clothes he slept in. but every once in a while Jason (pictured below) gets him out of the house and he gets to wear something cool!

◼️PHI’S BIGGEST SECRET:

no one in phi’s life knows that when they were younger, they didn’t used to be a voidhead. Things just started slipping out of their control faster than they could handle and now... well, it is what it is. on good days Phi can control the form of his head a little bit! but he probably won’t ever look the same again.

🖤SKYE’S BIG NOT-SO-SECRET:

almost all the time, Phi feels hopeless and pessimistic and depressed. i’m an optimist, but it’s hard to stay positive all the time. that’s what Phi is for. Phi is allowed to be as upset and sad and sometimes childish in ways i don’t let myself be. he’s a vessel for all that emotion, and in return he gets to be drawn and loved and truly mine.

that’s all! i hope you like my little guy! he’s trying his best, even if it’s not perfect <3

more art on @astrophysician :)

[daydreambelievcr]

❀ *◦ jo serim. demi woman. she/they. panromantic demisexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that sun-young “valeria / valerie” graves-seong? i think that the twenty-six year old from aurora, west virgina works as an aerialist at the carnival of time and daycare worker at the moon & sun daycare, but outside of that people describe them as bright summer days, velvet theater curtains, tangles of wildflowers, sidewalk chalk art, and pastel electric guitars. i hear they are guarded & withdrawn, but they are also known to be optimistic & generous. consider giving them a visit at their home in the marionette and get to know why they’re called the songbird.

-a sweetie that just wants to recover her lost childhood -endlessly optimistic, always smiling -was a circus performer in her youth -had a career in child acting for ten years under the stage name margo sutton -will go quiet if you insult her, but won’t hesitate to defend the people she loves -a believer in giving people the benefit of the doubt -but give her a reason to not trust you, and she won’t look back -she has a big heart, but doesn’t want to be taken advantage of again

pinterest board / playlist

flowers, i remember fields of flowers: lore.

tw: mentions of death, abuse, grooming, and sexual assault

Childhood:

Valerie doesn’t remember a great deal about her biological parents, having lost them at such a young age. Regardless, she still considers her childhood a largely happy one, and one that instilled in her a passion for creativity, performance, and whimsy.

During her time traveling with her family and performing as carneys, she trained in gymnastics and dance, performing as a trapeze artist and silk aerialist. She also discovered her love for music when she was still young, learning to play the guitar and ukulele. 

At the age of nine, Valerie was scouted by a modeling agent at one of her family’s shows. Soon, she was offered the chance to fly out to LA for auditions, and the prospect of performing in a more mainstream manner and making some money to help out her siblings proved enticing to the young girl, so she jumped at the opportunity.

Adolescence:

Her journey into child acting was initially exciting, and after years of performing alongside her found family, she was accustomed to the demands of show business. Her professionalism and “maturity for her age” was something that made her both an asset to the projects she worked on, but also the target of a powerful person that she worked under.

At the age of thirteen, Valerie began to be mentally and verbally abused by a producer, which continued for two years before the abuse turned sexual in nature. When Valerie finally mustered the courage to confide in someone about the abuse when she was eighteen, she was swiftly intimidated into silence and blackballed in the industry.

Though she attempted to keep her career going with her team, in two years, she grew largely disheartened with the industry, no longer enchanted by the idea of working on sets and missing the simplicity of her childhood.

Becoming a has-been by the age of twenty was certainly a shock to Valerie, but she had no desire to continue her professional acting pursuits in Hollywood.  

Present Day:

After deciding to leave her silver screen dreams behind and start anew, Valerie sought the comfort of her family, relocating to Anchorage to be near them in her twenties.

Currently, she works as an aerialist at the local carnival, happy to be reconnecting with her family, making friends, and getting back to the root of what she loved so much about performing to begin with.

Nowadays, she tends to avoid the topic of her former career in general, choosing instead to focus on the future and what lies ahead for her.

She would love to become an advocate for the protection of children somehow, but without a formal education under her belt, she has no idea where to start. In the meantime, she treasures her job at the daycare, happy to be a part of the childhoods of the children under her care.

soft beneath my heels, walking in the sun: stats.

General Info: Full Name: Sun-young “Valeria / Valerie” Danielle Graves-Seong. Nicknames: Valerie, Val, V, Sunny, Ria. Age: 26. Date of Birth: February 20th, 1998. Zodiac Sign: Pisces. Gender: Demi woman. Pronouns: she/they. Sexual Orientation: Demisexual. Romantic Orientation: Panromantic. Relationship Status: Taken, crushing on Cha Seojun.  Alignment: Neutral Good. MBTI: ENFP, the Campaigner.

Appearance: Faceclaim: Jo Serim ( Onda ). Height: 5′5. Eye Color: Brown. Hair Color: Brown naturally, but she regularly dyes it platinum blonde. She used to have bangs in her childhood/adolescence, but she currently wears it all one length. Tattoos: A watercolor dandelion on her right shoulder blade. Piercings: A single earlobe piercing on each ear.

Background: Education: Homeschooled throughout her life, finished high school at the age of seventeen. Occupation: Aerialist at the Carnival of Time and Daycare Worker at the Moon & Sun Daycare. Residence: The Marionette. Class: Middle ( comfortable, has plenty in savings from her acting days ). Ethnicity: South Korean. Language(s) Spoken: English / Korean / Spanish.

Identity: Label: the songbird. Positive Traits: kind-hearted, optimistic, empathetic, generous, enthusiastic. Negative Traits: absent-minded, withdrawn, guarded, nonconfrontational, emotional. Quirks/Habits: her eyes are very expressive, goes quiet/retreats into herself when she’s upset. Love Language: Physical touch and quality time. Hobbies: playing the guitar/ukulele, singing, baking. Likes: statement earrings, sugar cookies, knit cardigans, cowboy boots, homemade ceramics. Dislikes: people that make her feel dumb, feeling pressured to do things, being infantilized. Fears: revisiting her traumas, letting her past change who she is, losing her softness.

[garrickxvelour]

i had to jump on this task immediately. it provided so many great avenues for me to explore aspects of garrick's life and his world. while i do plan on finishing the playlists i have cooking in my spotify and adding a solo piece or two as well when they come to me, this is the perfect prompt to hit on a little bit of everything.

all answers along with some explanations are under the cut!

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | middle class | poor

grew up: wealthy | middle class | poor

health / wellness: fit/healthy | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | college | beyond

legalities: clean record | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | coast | countryside

FAMILY LIFE

parents: alive | deceased | unknown

came to be: blood | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | one sibling | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | small | none

children: none | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | has pets | wants pets

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | open minded | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | somewhere in between

easy to get along with | not so much | somewhere in between

cautious | reckless | somewhere in between

patient | impatient | somewhere in between

outspoken | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | somewhere in between

empathetic | careless | somewhere in between

optimistic | pessimistic | somewhere in between

traditional | modern | somewhere in between

hard-working | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | agnostic | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | unsure

aliens: yes | no | unsure

astrology: yes | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | unsure

political alignment: conservative | liberal | independent | other

are they: pro-choice | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | unsure

are they: pro-euthanasia | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: pro-legalized drugs | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

whew, this is the most involved set of questions for him, surprisingly. one to indulge in casual sex and loose situationships and attachments, his issues with commitment were at their nastiest in his twenties—so scared of settling down, of being vulnerable, of starting a family. right now, he's still feeling out his sexuality. there's a part of him that knows he's queer. somewhere, carved into tiny holes and gaps in his chest; so tender that it aches so he's stuffed and shoved and buried it down for almost forty years. connecting with men in any sort of emotionally intimate way higher than a platonic level is new to him. not uninvited, though. he's yearned for it in someway, but kept blinders on to prevent him from touching that raw part of himself that would need to be looked at to access it. that being said, he's always been fascinated by the world of kink. he's dabbled with some with past partners, but none were the type to be too interested. none of them did research to help collaborate with him in the process. always the adventurous and open type, he just needs to find the right person to either help guide him or share his excitement to learn something new.

sexuality scale: allosexual | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: allromantic | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | any gender | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | other | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | other | none

in bed: traditional sex | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

given his childhood growing up on a farm, garrick has an affinity for all things involved in rural living. though he can technically fish, he doesn't enjoy it. detests hunting for sport. he's skilled enough at gardening, but lacks the passion or heart to call himself good. as far as his musical abilities go, he's played piano since he was seven and it's one of his favorite casual pastimes. he has a fairly decent voice and can carry a tune. that and writing is where his creative skills end. don't ask him to paint, though. he's terrible at anything artistic—painting, pottery, crochet, or woodworking.

cooking: good | in between | bad

cleaning: good | in between | bad

musical ability: good | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | in between | bad

driving: good | in between | bad

athleticism: good | in between | bad

swimming: good | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | bad

fishing / hunting: good | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | bad

communication: good | in between | bad

handiness: good | in between | bad

handwriting: good | in between | bad

technology: good | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

garrick's issues with alcohol kicked off in the wake of his college years. he called himself a social drinker and a casual partier while keeping up with his studies. but once he graduated with high marks, his drinking habits were the only things that continued to linger. no, he isn't drinking himself into a stupor every single night. no, he doesn't go on reckless benders where he binges and binges until he blacks out and slips into oblivion. however, he's one to consistently need a drink or two with dinner or to end his night. especially coupled with his smoking habits, he starts to get a little twitchy. despite the frayed threads that run as a constant undercurrent in his life, garrick keeps his alcoholism close to his chest. barred by guilt and shame. much like what was touched on previously for his sexual relationships, he found himself drowning in hedonistic pleasures between relationships. often riding off of the emotionally draining series of fiery fights, dizzying make ups, and explosive breakups. he was equally a perpetrator as he was a victim, and that much clouded his head. vices became his only footholds to cope.

alcohol: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

shopping: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

[captainshyguy]

Lost and Found Writing/Music Masterpost

part 2 of the masterpost! you can find part one, with all the visual art here!

Story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31398755/chapters/77651207 STORY/CHARACTER PROFILES

I’m in a writing server, and there’s a profile bot that you can set up to essentially give a summary of your story/characters on command. It has a word limit, so it’s good for practicing snappy summaries. Anywhere, here’s the ones I made for the story as a whole, and then all the main/secondary characters! This is good if you want to see how i describe the characters and how they stand out in my head! 

HERE it is!

MUSC 

Now I haven’t made my own music for the story, but like a lot of people who build stories, I have a bunch of songs I associate with it. I’ll link the playlists I have here, but also a short description for why each song is where it is. 

Main theme: Blue Healer by Birdtalker is a song I only heard after finishing the story, and yet I feel like it still sings through each chapter. It’s a song about how you have to let yourself feel sadness (the titular blue healer) and sit in it for some time instead of trying to stuff it down. How you can’t heal without learning how to accept what’s hurt you. It’s gentle and slow and it’s fits both in vies and themes. it pops up in the playlists too 

Secondary theme: The Call by Regina Spektor is what I considered the theme for a while. It’s very gentle, and the lyrics fit very well. Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light, and you’ll come back when it’s over, especially. 

LEAF’S PLAYLIST (link)

Leaf’s playlist is largely theirs, but also the unofficial playlist for the story, them being the main character and following their story beats. 

QUIRREL’S PLAYLIST (link)

His playlist for the story! A little shorter, but still a bunch there. 

LEAF AND QUIRREL’S JOINT PLAYLIST (link)

A lot of these are mainly just songs I can see them dancing to, but hey. 

Ghost Theme: Who I am by The Score fits my Ghost very well. It has a strong, unshakeable confidence, just like Ghost has in themself. They know who they are. 

Hollow Theme: Tightrope by The Score, is a lot more unsure, like Hollow themselves. Balancing on a tightrope of expectations put upon them by the kingdom. 

Hornet Theme: White Face, Black Eyes by AJJ. This is on Leaf’s playlist too but I think it fits Hornet’s arc and the lessons she learns. I’m struggling to find one for her overall, but hey, one day. It has a serious, graveness to it that fits her.

Myson Theme: Heirloom by Sleeping At Last. I like to imagine this is a song by Grimm to Myson. You remind me of who I could have been. You inherited a fight that you were born to lose. 

Songs and the reason they’re on their playlists is explained under the read more! It got a little long, even with just a sentence or two for each. 

LEAF’S SONGS

Plant Life- Owl City: Their main, overall theme. Whimsical and light whilst also having heavier lyrics. Heaven knows, I could really use a friend. 

Title Theme- Hollow Knight: Self explanatory. It’s the vessel’s theme. Another overall theme.

Sound of the Shire- Lord of the Rings: Last overall theme. Hits that bright, optimistic friendly feeling I want with Leaf whilst also being very melancholy at times.

I Need a Minute- Imagine Dragons: Theme for Leaf in the lab. Upbeat, but with bleak lyrics. He said your eyes are much too bright, the things you say are never right, the sins of all the world lie on your head. 

Hey Brother- Avicii: Theme for the batch as a whole and their bond. 

All I Know- Five For Fighting: For when the vessels start getting taken and it’s all Leaf can do to hold on to Tall. Mournful and sad.

Bird With a Broken Wing- Owl City: Leaf climbing out of the Abyss. A little too upbeat, but the lyrics are too perfect to resist. It feels like I’m a lone survivor, forgotten in a dark and deadly world. 

Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Green Day: This one is more gritty, fitting since Leaf has learn that Miram killed their siblings and now they’re all alone in the wastes outside Hallownest. Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. Til then I walk alone. 

Hopeless Wanderer- Mumford and Sons: A lighter one, and ironically, more hopeful. Leaf taking on the world after Tridant. In the dark, I have no name. 

Wandering- Animal Crossing: Peaceful and simple. Leaf falling into the routine on the road, decades passing in their quiet travels. 

Uranus: Sleeping At Last: Theme for the chapter they’re alone in the desert, the melancholy catching up. They feel pain but they have forgotten why. 

Enter Hallownest- Hollow Knight: The call back to Hallownest. Finding this kingdom and delving down below. In we go. 

Greenpath- Hollow Knight: Self explanatory, I put this one on here bc of its significance to Leaf and their fondness for Greenpath. It’s curious and bright. 

Door- Minecraft: This has sort of a like...curious sweetness to it that I associate with Leaf, especially as the flashes haven't quite sunk in yet and they’re avoiding them. 

City of Tears- Hollow Knight: Also self explanatory. Mournful, and Leaf stats questioning more, even as they stuff it down. 

Moon- Sleeping At Last: Theme for Leaf and Quirrel’s talk at the balcony in Crystal Peak. Soft and muted and cosy, under the stars and Quirrel’s arm. Fun fact, this is where Leaf actually fell for Quirrel! It just..took them a while to catch up. 

Sleepwalk- Forrest Day: Theme for the Deepnest saga, specifically the chapter where Leaf is hard dissociating and drifting constantly between the past and present. Then it becomes it becomes it becomes a problem....

South- Sleeping At Last: Theme for Leaf dissociating in the Infected  Crossroads. Quiet as they’re just...hitting their limit with this. That’s how I lost touch of who I am, and who I was. Some truths get tired, the longer we wait. 

Silhouettes- Colony House: Resolving to get to the bottom of this and find what they’re missing! Upbeat and determined. Nothing silhouettes til the lights come on. 

Pluto- Sleeping At Last: Getting closer. Accepting that this may hurt them but they need to keep going. Around White Palace. I rebuild when I break down, I wake up more awake than I've ever been before. The heaviness that I hold in my heart's been crushing me

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last: Late White Palace and the aftermath. Less determined and more breathless. Slowly, then all at once, a single loose thread, and it all comes undone

Broken Vessel- Hollow Knight: Well. You all know why this is here.

Ultra Deep Sea- Pokemon Sun and Moon: The immediate aftermath of the Tall fight. Leaf sitting there for days in a painful, grey haze. 

When I'm Gone- Shawn James: Theme for Tall and Leaf's goodbye. I’ve made a lyric comic with this! Once I am gone, don't mourn for me, I hope you take pride in what I used to be. 

General Taylor- The Longest Johns: Theme for taking Tall to Queen’s Gardens and burying them. Carry him to his burying ground.    

Disappear- H.1: Theme for Leaf sitting in the Resting Grounds with their grief. 

Midnight- Pixlemon: Theme for the quiet at the beginning of post infection, Quirrel distant, Leaf unsure what to do with their grief. 

White Face, Black Eyes- AJJ: Ruminating on that grief a bit, but also talking about it with Quirrel. Tired and exhausted, but a sort of catharsis here. Love what you can til it dies. Then let it lie, let it fly, away. 

Vanilla Twilight- Owl City: Similar to above, but just a little lighter, after getting it off their chest. Missing Tall, but not being alone. 

Reporting From the Weather Balloon- Little Inferno: I see this as a sort of theme for the group as a whole, though I cant quite pinpoint why. There’s a sort of...coming together with it, a slow rise from the ashes. Also doubles as the theme for the chapter where Leaf shows Hollow the constellations. 

This World to You- Eve: Has a similar purpose to Vanilia Twilight, but this one is more....final, almost. Contemplative. Leaf tlking about Tall and their siblings to Quirrel as they paint together. 

The Dance- Westlife: Again, similar, but I have a lot of ‘contemplating loss’ songs in here. This one has a sort of acceptance to it. Leaf cherishing what they did have. I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance. 

Nine- Sleeping At Last: Theme for Leaf’s dream right after The Abyss. Walking in that blank, flat darkness and finding their reflection. Quiet, contemplative. I’ve been less than half myself for more than half my life. To know and love ourselves and others well is the most difficult and meaningful work we'll ever do.

Greggs Woods- Night in the Woods: Leaf lying in the aftermath of The Abyss, unable to really move, just..thinking things over and their family sit beside them.

Blue Healer- Birdtalker: I put this here too because it’ a good wind down to Leaf’s arc.Talking though their sadness nd grief, sitting with it, etc. 

The Last Goodbye- The Hobbit: Leaf and Quirrel winding up to leave and the gang making their goodbyes around Hallownest. The road is now calling. 

Time Adventure- Rebecca Sugar: Leaf looking back on Tall and thinking of them. You and I will always be back then, and so, you and I will always be best friends.

Stuff We Did- Michael Giacchino: Song specifically for the memory of Leaf and Tall sitting atop the counter and looking down at the few siblings their have left, the night before Tall is taken. Tall telling Leaf they love them and they need Leaf to remember that. 

Drive- Imagine Dragons: Leaving Hallownest. It’s relaxing and muted and the story is over. The characters have each other and it’ll be okay. I’ve got my head on aright, I’ve got my people strapped tight. 

Story of Us- Taylor Swift: This is ENTIRELY here because it has a bouncy beat that Leaf would enjoy jamming to and absolutely nothing else, no story significance. 

Deer in the Headlights- Owl City: Same as above, its the same bouncy vibe and Leaf would love it. 

QUIRREL’S SONGS

Seven- Sleeping At Last: This song just...encapsulates Quirrel. How I feel about him, who I write him. It’s so...free. It’s free its friendly, its whimsical, its breathless, its hungry but so, so gentle all at the same time. It’s Quirrel walking through a meadow with bright shiny eyes, it’s him speeding up just a bit when he sees something interesting, but slowing down with a grin for Leaf because he loves them. This song is Quirrel, it’s the song I’m most sure of across every single playlist. How nice it’d be, if we could try everything. When everything feels heavy, I’ve learned to travel light. But I wanna be here, truly be here, to watch the ones that I love bloom. And I wanna make room, to love them through and through and through and through the slow and barren seasons too. I feel hope, deep in my bones, that tomorrow, will be beautiful. And I’m ready, god I'm ready, oh I'm ready, restless and hungry, I'm ready, for whatever comes next. 

Mercury- Sleeping At Last: Quirrel setting out on the road, Monomon’s mask slowly taking his memories away. I'll go anywhere you want, anywhere you want, anywhere you want me.

Hopeless Wanderer- Mumford and Sons: Like it’s place on Leaf’s, its Quirrel being more comfortable on his journies on the road. 

Dreams Don’t Turn to Dust- Owl City: This one fits Quirrel’s whimsy bout the road, and also inability to stay i the same place. I’ll miss you with all my heart, but i’d rather be alone. 

The Traveller- The Alan Parsons Project: Same as above but leaning even harder into it. The traveller is always leaving home, the only kind of life he’s ever known. There’s always one more mountain left to climb.

Pompeii- Bastille: Theme for....Quirrel’s entire time during return to Hallownest. Pieces falling into place about being connected to Hallownest. And if you close your eyes does it almost feel like you’ve been here before. 

Black Holes- Aviators: Immediate aftermath of killing Monomon. On here almost entirely for the gritty, floating vibes and I'm told to kill you though you were my only friend.

Mr Loverman- Ricky Montgomery: Sitting with his head against the glass when Leaf finds him. I’m Mr loverman, and I miss my lover man. 

New Invention- IDKHOW: Quirrel’s lowest point. He’s doing VERY badly. Theme for his haze when they’re in the hotspring with Hornet and the others.It’s very harsh in a way his music usually isnt. The girl is like an architect and I am just a new invention. 

Critical Mistakes- 888: Still in his lowest point, but when he runs off to Blue Lake. I want a house on a hill by the ocean, I’d let the tide wash away all my critical mistakes. 

Ancient History- The Crane Wives: Quirrel sort of like...letting Leaf in and explaining the memory situation. My dreams keep digging up the bones of memories. 

The Dance- Westlfe: Similar function to its place on Leaf’s playlist. Quirrel coming to terms with his pain and grief around Monomon. He’s glad he got to love her. 

Time Adventure- Rebecca Sugar: Again, fits the same bill. Sort of relaxing into it. 

Color- Finish Ticket: His arc wrapping up, Accepting how little he remembers and moving forward. We grow as we learn to let go, pushing through the black and white inside, see in color.

Saturn- Sleeping At Last: Finishing off with a quiet bit of contemplation, a message of peace. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

The last two, Hold Each Other, and Sleepwalk are mandatory ‘These fit stag beetles and broken legs Quirrel and I have to put them SOMEWHERE, I love that damn story.’ 

LEAF AND QUIRREL SONGS

Blue Healer- Birdtalker: What can I say? x] It’s the fic’s theme, it fits the both of them, and it’s a gentle pace for their more slow days. They’d have a nice dance to it. 

Honey and the Bee- Owl City: This one I think actually encapsulates their relationship well. It’s sweet and warm and it has bee and honey motifs, like the two of them. If I reached for your hand for the rest of my life, who knew the other side could be so green

Start of Something Good- Daughtry: Nether Leaf or Quirrel really get moments to consider their feelings towards each other before they get together, but i think this optimistic look, a sort of ‘this could be the start of something good’ fits from an objective perspective. 

Somebody to You- Banners: This is one of those ones that just...I can see them dancing to, beaming in a village plaza with dancers around them. I'll make the moon shine just for your view, I'll make the starlight circle the room

Heavy- Birdtalker: Functions similar to Blue Healer, in that its a bit more of a low energy one that I can see them dancing to, with fitting lyrics. We're all lonely, together. 

Everything- Michael Buble: Sweet, simple, perfect dancing pace. You're every line, you're every word, you're everything

Shut Up and Dance With Me: Higher energy dancing one, also fits that village plaza where lots of people are dancing under warm lanterns vibes. 

Sparks Fly- Taylor Swift: Works the same as above, though, winding down just a little bit. 

[weaslcypctriarch]

Dossier

Name: Arthur Weasley

Age & Birthday: February 6, 29

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Investigator for the Misuse of Muggle Artifact's Office

Blood Status: Pureblood

House: Gryffindor

Side: Order of the Phoenix

Residence: The Burrow

Boggart: Jack In The Box (A possessed one happened into his office once)

Patronus: Bloodhound

Amortenia: Clean Linen, Firewood, Molly's Perfume.

Wand: 12, Unicorn Hair, Ash, flexible.

Playlist: Take It Easy. The Eagles. Good Vibrations. The Beach Boys. Heroes. David Bowie. Pinball Wizard. The Who. House on Pooh Corner. Kenny Loggins.

Arthur Weasley was born on February 6, 1950, into the pure-blood Weasley family, a well-respected and long-standing wizarding family known for their eccentricity and strong values of fairness and equality. Growing up at the Burrow in Ottery St. Catchpole, Arthur was the eldest son of Septimus and Cedrella Weasley (née Black), making him one of seven siblings. His family had a reputation for being financially modest but rich in love and strong family bonds.

Arthur attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from 1961 to 1968, where he was sorted into Gryffindor House. During his school years, Arthur developed a fascination with Muggles and their inventions, an interest that set him apart from many of his peers. He excelled in subjects such as Muggle Studies and Charms, which catered to his curiosity about non-magical technology and the intricacies of spellwork.

In 1969, at the age of 19, Arthur married his Hogwarts sweetheart, Molly Prewett. Molly, who was known for her warm and caring nature, complemented Arthur’s adventurous and inquisitive spirit. The couple settled into the Burrow, a quirky and magically enhanced house that became their loving home.

By the age of 29, Arthur Weasley was employed at the Ministry of Magic in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Although his position was considered low-ranking by many, Arthur found immense satisfaction in his work. His responsibilities involved investigating and rectifying the misuse of enchanted Muggle items, a role that allowed him to indulge in his passion for Muggle culture. Arthur’s enthusiasm for Muggle artifacts often led him to bring home various non-magical items, much to the bemusement of his wife and children.

Arthur Weasley was known for his warm-hearted and good-natured personality. He was a devoted husband and father, placing his family’s well-being above all else. His deep-seated curiosity about Muggles often made him appear eccentric to those who did not share his interests. Despite the financial challenges faced by his large family, Arthur’s optimistic outlook and sense of humor helped him navigate life's difficulties with grace.

His interest in Muggle inventions was more than a hobby; it was a reflection of his broader belief in the importance of understanding and appreciating different cultures. This open-mindedness extended to his interactions with all beings, magical or non-magical, which made him a beloved figure among his colleagues and within his community.

[utahbastards]

❛ 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕. ❜

► basics;

Full Name: Maya (means; mother) Cardoso (means; full of thistle).

Pronounced: My-ah Car-dos-oh

Nicknames: My

Age: 23

Birthday:  March 30th

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status:  It's Complicated

Religion: Athiest

Occupation: Student

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Brazillian/White

► background;

Place of Birth: Logan, Utah

Hometown: Provo, Utah

Education: High School Graduate, Associates @ Salt Lake Community College

► physical;

Faceclaim: Alanis Guillen

Eye Color: Green Hazel

Hair Type/Color: 3A Curly Chestnut Brown

Height: 158cm/5′3ft

Weight: 68kg/150lbs

Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: 

Maya has somewhat significant scarring along the backs of her upper thighs, on her butt, and lower back caused by the belt. They were fading well before the outbreak with consistent use of scar gel and vitamin E cream. She has a small round scar on the apple of her cheek from her incident with her stepfather before leaving home.

► relatives;

Mother’s Full Name: Lorraine Sampson nee Cardoso nee Williams

Mother’s Status: Unknown - 41

Father’s Full Name: Edward Cardoso

Father’s Status: Unknown - Age 43

Siblings: Elijah Sampson - Age 12, Clara Sampson - Age 10, Ivy Sampson - Age 9, Thomas - Age 5, Abel - Age 3, Mary - Age 3

Sibling Status: Unknown

► relationships;

Baby Daddy:

Liam:

Ruben:

► personality;

Positive Traits:  strong-willed, loyal, courageous, resilient,

Negative Traits:  vicious, dogmatic, ill-tempered, dishonest, naive,

introvert / extrovert / AMBIVERT RISK- TAKER / cautious organized / DISORGANISED CLOSE-MINDED / open-minded calm / ANXIOUS / restless DISAGREEABLE / agreeable / in-between patient / IMPATIENT OUTSPOKEN / reserved leader / follower / FLEXIBLE EMPATHETIC / un-empathetic optimistic / PESSIMISTIC / realistic traditional / MODERN / in-between HARD-WORKING / lazy

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Chaotic Neutral

Mental Health & Mood Disorders : BPD, Avoidant Attachment

Triggers:  Gets reactive to sudden moves, particularly in the vicinity of her face. Reactive to yelling and confrontation.

► misc;

First Book They Read: Goldilocks & The Three Bears

Favorite Book: The Hunger Games

Playlist:  xx

Favorite Film:  Scooby Doo, but her step-dad said it was sinful.

Dietary Requirements: Maya is a vegetarian. She hasn't eaten meat, aside from the occasional fish relapse on and off, predominantly triggered by drunk Mcdonalds orders of fillet o fish at 3am. Maya became vegetarian after finally leaving home, though she ate a largely reduced meat diet from the age of 15 after the incident with the calves.

► back story;

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄:

Maya's parents had fought most of her life, or at least it definitely felt that way. She had once been four years old with her ear to the door and a wobbling bottom lip as she heard the awful things that they screamed at one another. Her father, muffles and shuffles, another woman ... Something about her mom's brother and all the money he'd lost. Gambled? It was hard to hear but she listened like she'd finally decipher the clue they would miss, that she could give them, to make the screaming stop. Her dad left twice that year, the second time it had taken him over a month to come home. When she was seven, it was her mom that left. She'd eaten nothing but pizza for that week until that had run out too and by the time her mom returned, she'd been eating tinned tomato and old croutons.

By eight, she had grown so used to it she didn't budge when the screaming started, no longer listening, or reaching for headphones, just continuing to order her sims around with an unurgent indifference. It was never anything revelatory. He was a bastard, she was a controlling bitch, he sucked all the joy she had ever had, he loves her so much, he hates her so much. Maya's tension had dissolved to indifference, never startled by their antics, not unless she heard furniture moving at least. She paid no mind to his screaming of divorcing, the packing of bags or the slamming of doors. It was nothing she hadn't seen before. But this time, the papers came. If Maya thought they argued a lot before, it was nothing compared to the dog fight their lawyers charged on, throwing them back in the ring at one another for every dollar. But never for Maya.

Had someone asked her, she didn't know which parent she would have chosen. Her mother was pedantic, unyielding, smothering, and vicious. But she made sure the house was clean and her daughter was fed. Edward knew how to play hide and seek and go to the park, but he'd never done his daughter's laundry or taken her to a doctor's appointment. She was a fun little roommate he bumped into or a pet. He could hardly take care of himself and he made sure to make that abundantly clear to the court when custody was finally brought forth. That he was suitable for weekends- actually make that every other weekend. When he made it clear that he wasn't engaging in tug of war with her, Lorraine dropped the rope too, almost irritated by her near full custody without conflict. Now she had a little Edward with her, no matter how far she moved from him.

Moves that he didn't protest as over the next few years, weekends turned to months, turned to holidays, turned to phone calls. By the time her mom married Amos, he was too far to help her, too removed to care. She'd been nine, moving into his house and forced to call him "Father" before she'd hit ten. The first few years hadn't been horrendous, incredibly awkward, but not unbearable. Amos was Mormon, truthfully she hadn't really known what that meant beyond her secondhand exposure to classmates. He believed strange things and did strange things. Every Sunday they sat in church for hours and hours, only three if she was lucky. Her mom dressed differently and told her all the time how happy it made her. He talked about God(s) a lot, and Maya tried to politely smile through it. Church felt like a game of pretend, like they were all doing a bit that just never ended. She couldn't comprehend that level of belief, which sparked conflict with her curious badgering. Especially when she asked why they always had to give so much money, unmoved by the explanation it would ascend her soul. If people thought her relatively pretty mother had married Amos for his money, they were wrong. He owned a little homestead, a couple acres with a shitty house bang smack in the middle, with a few flocks here and there that he'd been gifted by his brother. Most people saw it as a dump, but truthfully his house was the only thing Maya ever liked about the man. Each morning she wandered off, feeding the sheep and the goats before rifling for eggs from the chickens. Even now, she wishes she could go back and lay in the yard again, listening to the sheep and watching up through the branches. But she would never go home.

When she was eleven, her mom had a boy. Something that made Amos incredibly happy. In fact, Maya was certain she hadn't even really seen him smile until then. Elijah was a little thing, that squawked and giggled when she smiled down at him. She liked to play with his tiny fingers and toes. She didn't mind when her mom asked her to feed him, or change his diaper. Sometimes she liked to pretend he was her little baby to care for, cradling in her small arms as she rocked him. She never got the chance to know if she'd feel the same for the others, when her step father shattered any desire she had to know them.

[TW ABUSE, BELTING]

She thought Amos had been kidding when he told her to bend over the couch. She'd been spanked all her life, but only ever by her mother. When they'd gotten home, his knuckles were still white on the wheel, furious that "his daughter" had been caught saying shut up, in church no less. She'd laughed and shaken her head, brows furrowed with worried doubt however as he advanced, throwing her down, belt in hand as he brought it down on the backs of her thighs, three sharp blows that made her bawl so hard she thought she'd be sick. The dynamic shift was immediate. Amos went from a odd, uncomfortable housemate to the Boogey Man. She winced anytime he came near, lit up with angry eyes whenever he spoke to her. Her mother slunk around their animosity and pretended she didn't feel it. Amos was not her family, Lorraine the coward was not her family, so when they welcomed Clara and not even a year later, Ivy, what business of it was hers that two people she hated had a baby just because they shared a roof. There was no smiles, no cuddles, no favours unless forced.

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒:

Amos had traded one 5-minute burst of fearful correction, for ever knowing peace again. There was only so many times you could hit someone before being hit just wasn't that frightening anymore. Once Maya realised, there was only so far he could go, there was no power left. So he'd hit her? How was that any different if she got caught drinking green tea versus a cigarette? A few extra lashings, a few more hours she had to pray? There was nothing left to move her. She was no longer content playing with his imaginary friends and became contemptuous every time they had to go to church, making them late and earning welts with their church logo from his belt buckle more than once. When she started laughing between the tears because he was sweating and out of breath, so red-faced and ugly, she really thought he was going to cry.

Maya started stealing at thirteen, but she'd gotten real good by fourteen. If Amos was going to keep pissing their money away into church, while popping another mouth to feed hospital bills to into her mother every couple of years, why should she go without? She stole without hesitation, from people at church-hell from the church, stores, friends, it really didn't matter. It didn't even matter if she wanted it, but she liked the sensation of getting away with it, that was for sure. She loved stealing from her mom, always smiling to herself when the woman drove herself insane looking for something she'd stashed away. That was until she learned how fun it was to slip an item with a sensor into her mom's purse before walking out of target, and just how funny it would be to hear all the whispers through church about the whole "kerfuffle". That month she'd gone without protest, smiling with amusement through every rumour.

[TW ABUSE/ KILLING AN ANIMAL]

At sixteen, money was so tight that the sheep and goats on the farm were now needed for dinner, rather than wool or milk. It had been a talking point for months but no one had pulled the metaphorical or literal trigger. Not until Maya had been outed for being felt up and making out with a boy from church. Amos had yanked her up from the couch, her legs trembling so hard from the belting he had to pull her to her feet over and over. Even her mother had the decency to look down, covering Elijah's ears while he screamed and cried. He'd ordered her outside and before Maya had taken a step she knew why, causing her to break down into pleading sobs. For months, Maya had pleaded the case for the sheep. Amos grabbed his pistol from his truck and began dragging outside again, Maya bawled the whole way. He yelled at her to watch whenever she attempted to look away. He shot the sheep accidentally through the spine rather than the heart, expecting a moment of silent impact but instead, the animal screamed. And kept screaming as Amos began to panic himself sick at the sound, dropping the gun to cover his ears, hoping that it would die any moment. Momentarily, so did Maya, shutting her eyes as her hands did little to muffle the noise. She couldn't take it, grabbing the gun from the ground and shooting again, clearing right through the skull as the animal dropped.

Amos had his new punishment until Maya had robbed him of the satisfaction of that too. By the time he'd needed one of the goats on the table, she did was she was told with unlit eyes and a steady hand and returned inside to her room, quiet and unmoved. She knew that he hated it. Every part. That she could do what he had failed, that he no longer had an escalation to hold over her, that she ate the dinner without tears no matter how many times he baaaaah-ed at her. That any step further he took, Maya would meet him with more resistance. No matter the misery of the act, there was always satisfaction to be found in his frustration.

After the disappointment of the boy from church, Maya used her hidden phone to distract herself. She made fake profile after fake profile, catfishing boys until she worked up the nerve to make a very private but real one for herself. It was there that she met Jack. Jack was twenty and back then, that didn't seem so strange to her. Especially not when he had a car. Truthfully, he had little else going for him. But to Maya? A pizza boy's salary and a car he owned seemed like a fever dream. He drove her around when she snuck out, took her to parties sometimes and best of all; he never mentioned god. She loved him and told herself that often. Loving him was loving everything he did for her, loving him was being as batshit devoted as the world told her to be. Going through his phone, screaming at other girls he talked to, and listening to him tell her how embarrassing and immature it was just for her to scream that if she was so immature maybe he should fuck someone older. They fought often, and they made up often. But she loved him because he'd never raised his hand. She learned to tolerate life for a little while. Even tried not to aggravate her stepfather at every opportunity. In turn, they moved their eyes from her slightly, allowing more time with Jack. And more time with Jack, meant more time in the real world where people had fun.

He broke the peace treaty, was all she could think. She'd thought nothing Amos could do could earn a real response from her anymore, until he'd taken the belt to a six-year-old Elijah. It had only been one strike, dashed out for sneaking candy after he'd been told no three times, but it had been enough to light a fire under her. The moment she heard it crack on the skin, she lunged like a feral animal, trying to pull the belt from his hands so she could wrap it around his neck, as her mother pulled her by her hair, sobbing as she went, in an attempt to get her off. Amos was hitting her but she didn't notice, nor did she notice Elijah running for the kitchen. In that moment she was nails and teeth and everything she'd ever wanted to see happen to her exploded out in an instant, a feral cat mauling him as she wrenched harder and harder for the belt. He brought it down on her face, until she fell to the floor. Her mother fell with her, arms suddenly around Maya, almost like an embrace, almost like a restraint. She didn't remember everything, only that once she'd gone to her room, you could hear a pin drop. All night she'd paced, thinking about how she could walk in when he fell asleep and finish the job until Elijah had tiptoed into her room, asking to sleep in her bed. When morning came, she hadn't been allowed to attend school with her face all bloodied and bruised. She knew what she should've known years ago. How this would end and what choices she had. She should kill him. But Elijah had whispered that he was sorry for his dad, and told her all the nice things he did sometimes in a childish attempt to prove to her that he could be good sometimes. He loved his dad, for better or worse.

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃:

She had packed her bags that morning after Amos had gone to work. She'd already called Jack to come get her, for once allowed to just pull up outside her house rather than a block and a half away. Her mother had been throwing up in the powder room, racked with the worst morning sickness she'd had from any of her priors. Maya went to leave without a word before hesitating outside of the door. "Don't send him looking for me. I'm taking his shotgun. If he shows up somewhere he shouldn't, I'll use it." She'd warned her quietly, the door had almost come off the hinges with how hard the woman thew it open, it was like her voice split; allowing her to scream about three things at once. She grabbed at Maya's clothes until the girl reached for the shot gun placed by the door frame, sending her reeling back wide eyed. She threatened to call the police and Maya smiled and nodded, saying that she'd call them herself.

Reality was, the few attempts to retrieve her over the months that followed, were pitiful at best. Now seventeen and a half, living with Jack in his parents garage as she finished her final year of high school, she realised just how much freedom people actually possessed. She'd almost spilled the glass, with how much her hands trembled the first time she got water in his kitchen without first being offered. She could study with little interruption, she watched real tv on a real tv instead of what she could download and cram onto her burner phone to watch after lights out, she drank coffee in the mornings and liquor whenever she liked. And she liked often. She stopped eating meat, feeling a thousand pounts lighter when she ate her meals now without hearing lamb screeching and guilt pangs in her gut.

She finished school with some difficulty, finally confronting for the first time what she may want to do with her life. Truthfully, she didn't like the idea of working. She felt like a woman fresh out of prison, the thought of being locked in 9-5 for the next fifty years wasn't the exciting one everyone thought it should be when the gushed over her future. But when the guidance councellor asked her if she'd ever considered working in national parks, something clicked ever so slightly into place. She did enjoy the outdoors, hating the sensation of being couped up for too long, she was good at remembering the trails, good at her animal tracks- it was plausible. It was a start.

She and Jack moved to Saltlake City when she started her associates. He was twenty-two now, and unmotivated himself, but as he reminded her with a smile he could deliver pizzas anywhere in the world. She supposed it was endearing and he did do his best to provide. It was his uncles basement that they crashed in both those years after all. Maya thought that she had began to mellow with age, that the thought of him texting other girls used to send her into a manic rage now barely stirred her because she was maturing but truthfully, Jack's entire presence began to chafe. He was all over her, all the time. Never doing anything except bothering her, honestly the thought of him texting someone else sounded kind of nice. If he was honest, his appeal had been freedom, freedom that she now possessed in her own right. So why did she need him? Even still, she never thought about breaking up with him, not even when she made the baffling decision to insist he stay behind when she transferred for her bachelor, insisting that an hour or so drive wasn't even really long distance. Her scholarship covered accomodation- it was a no brainer right? Practically making money. She loved him, of course. But the thought of being on campus without his arm slung around her and his lips glued to her neck... Absence makes the heart grow fonder, it could only be good for them to have a little space.

He texted her three times an hour, at minimum.

going into meeting baby daddy bc she's finally partying without jack and it sparks joy.

maya steals from frat guys and male teachers bc she hates men high key and thinks it's funny. jack is the exception but he should not be bc jacks a loser.

not hooking up for while bc I have a boyfriend soz :(- oops they hooked up. what a time to choose to not use a condom for the first time rip.

lies to her boyfriend about it. he says he's gonna come visit soon and she's like great!! excellent actually

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊:

struggling bc she's a pregnant vegetarian and meat makes her feel sick. she's not morally opposed bc u gotta do what you gotta do but physically she is struggle city.

tries a couple home abortion methods with rubens help to make sure she doesn't mcfucking kill herself in the process, thinks it works but surprise it did not u just made urself bleed that's about it

gotta tell her baby daddy what's been going on

struggles to connect with people due to inherent distrust she has for most people, like she can get along and be like a human, but like once you disagree??? bets are off. likes women more than men, but also kind of hates women bc her mom. only the NB's are safe. but ur on thin ice.

overall, touch starved, angry, wants to drink and smoke but stupid baby inside so she can't. wasn't really interesting in surviving the apocalypse but now has to.

[thenomadinside]

2020 Soundtrack of Life: End of Year

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“Together Again” by Janet Jackson

It’s been ages since I last listened to or even heard a Janet Jackson song being played but this is one of those classic songs that you get hyped up when it randomly pops up. This song reappeared during lockdown when I was at my parent’s home in New Jersey when one of my friends had the initiative to get all of our friends from all over the world to participate in a full fledged lip dub. It was fun to be a part of this project that captured us all in our habitat during an unusual time, while promoting an optimistic message that we will eventually be together again post-COVID.

“Grind and Hustle” by DROELOE

Prior to jumping on my flight to Taiwan, I was contemplating on taking language courses in Taiwan and had been doing research by watching a bunch of Youtube videos on peoples experiences at the various programs offered. I came across a Youtuber that documented his experience taking a gap year after graduating from college. From his videos, it seemed a large portion of that year was spent in Taiwan where he took Mandarin classes at Shida for several months. He used this song in one of his vlogs and really enjoyed it as it was a very upbeat, motivational song.

“刻在我心底的名字” by Crowd Lu Upon completing my 15-day hotel quarantine, I reacquainting myself with things that I haven’t been able to partake in during shelter in place. At the time, I remembered feeling oddly naughty doing something as mundane as watching a movie at a theatre, knowing full well that my friends back in the States were stuck in their homes. This song blew up last year after being the feature song of a popular movie called, “Your Name Engraved Herein” that got five Golden Horse Award nominations. This song definitely helped round out the entire mood and feeling of the movie which was sentimental, romantic, and emotionally frustrating at the same time.

I generally don’t choose Taiwanese films to watch by choice as from the movies I’ve watched before, the acting usually leaves much to be desired but I was pleasantly impressed with this film. They had casted two relatively fresh leads that had great on camera chemistry and the acting felt natural and authentic to me. It was funny because after this movie and song blew up, I would constantly hear this song being played in retail stores, cafes and performances by outdoor street performers where it got almost borderline annoying.

“怪天氣” by YELLOW, 9m88 One of the things that I missed during lockdown was taking my biweekly dance classes at Alvin Ailey in New York City. When I got to Taiwan, I was looking into dance studios in my neighborhood and came across one called “Jimmy Dance Studio” through Youtube. I was sold after watching this dance video from one of their hip hip instructors that used this song in their choreography. I am a huge fan of this sort of style which is more smooth, groovy, and jazzy. In the States, I have found it really difficult to find instructors who have this style so I was pleasantly surprised to come across this on their channel. This led me to taking a few one-off classes before purchasing a class package.

“Butter” by HowZ Upon arrival, it didn’t take long before my Spotify playlist inevitably began populating with Taiwanese songs. Discovered through the radio feature on Spotify, ”Butter” by HowZ was one of the first few songs that I saved from a more local artist. I can’t say that the lyrics are particularly well written but the song is smooth and just oozing with… dare I say, butter? When I attended my first live music concert in Yuanshan, HowZ coincidentally happened to be one of the guest performers and that’s when I was able to officially put a face to the name.

“Joy” by FKJ I love all of FKJ songs because they expertly integrate jazz, groove and hip hop into their songs and it especially sounds amazing in a concert setting. I remember after taking the workshop of one of my hip hop instructors from Jimmy Dance Studio, he extended a public invitation to his students to come attend a performance in Yuanshan that he would be DJ’ing at. I was probably the only one who attended from that group he extended an invitation to but I thoroughly enjoyed it as it had a very “underground” vibe to it. This was the first concert I attended by myself and “Joy” was one of the first few songs that was played to pre-hype the crowd before the performers came on stage.

“I think too much” by Christian French At Ultra (a music festival that happened in Taiwan last year), I met these two English teachers and for one reason or another happened to be discussing a lack of authentic Mexican food in Taiwan. They recommended a decent place called ‘Twinkeyz Tacos’ that was one of the best that they’ve found in Taiwan. I ended up going the next day and happened to take a few live photos of both the food and interior design. Later in the day, I was reviewing photos and because the photos were live photos I caught of snippet of this song being played in the background. I spent an embarrassingly long time with the help of my awesome roommate from New York dissecting the lyrics to this song. I related to this song because in certain aspects of my life, I know that I can be a huge over-thinker which is a trait that I believe I’ve acquired from my mom. Over the years, I have conditioned myself to think less in the greater aspect of things because they don’t actually matter, but I related to this song because there was a lot going on in my mind at the time that provided a lot of unnecessary stress in my life.

“Never change” by enjoihu I first heard of this 18-year old independent musician when first attending one of my favorites bars in Taipei called “Draftland.” That time we went there was some sort of ongoing collaboration featuring both a local graphic artist and musician (in this case, enjoihu). I am a huge advocate of these sort of community-oriented events as they are engaging and adds a level of change to a given space which promotes retention. I remember specifically taking note of enjoihu’s playlist in the second room on the first floor and thought his mix completed the concept of that space very well and gave a rather nice ambient mood. I have since followed him on Soundcloud and I’d say his music is such a mood to me as his work is inspired by the lofi genre, and is my favorite combination of lofi, classical notes, rap and old school hip hop. In my mind, he is considered to be the Tennyson of Taiwan.

“睡不著” by 壞特 ?te This artist was one that also gained a lot of recognition from a local perspective last year and I would commonly hear her songs more often being played at local coffee shops as her style is more mellow, artistic and more suited for those sorts of chillax environments. I applaud her for being able to create such a distinct brand for herself as she never shows her face as its oftentimes hidden by an oversized sunhat. My friend once went to a dinner and told me that some relatively well known female artist with a big hat that covered her entire face was performing and I immediately knew it was her. Initially I thought it was really just her aesthetic but I eventually found out that her day time occupation is a doctor the reason why she dresses like that is because she has to conceal her identity.

“別問很可怕” by J.Sheon

This is one of my favorite songs and proud to say that I can read almost 90% of the lyrics in Chinese for this song even though I still butcher it a bit during KTV. I don’t know too much about his background but I believe J.Sheon is a ABC and has since moved to Taiwan. This was also one of the first few local songs that popped up in my music playlist and I really enjoyed it as it was melodic, easy to ingest and was very smooth. Fun fact, I heard he owns or is an investor at the bar Vine Bar in 東區