#Lee Angel Jewelry

[mins-fins]

something — [ mahae — 엔시티. ]

where it's a usual dooming situation, your good old powder keg that'll result in chaos | now playing ☁︎

mark lee is absolutely doomed.

which, in hindsight, is completely foreseeable. it's a little irrelevant to the current motion of this overly dramatic festivity. if there's one thing your family loves, it's a good party. the guest list is packed with quite literally every patron settled in your neighborhood, ranging from the decades old family friends to the barely perched neighbors who probably only accepted the invite because it they wouldn't have to cook for the night.

and of course, they drag, they drag for so long that mark has become accustomed to staying up late on literal school nights. it was a little bit of a shocker to eight year old mark when he was allowed to tag along to one of your parents' overly excited outings with his eyes staying open past eight pm.

they throw parties for every single occasion, but this one is especially important, because you're home. your parents are anything but lazy, they decorated as if you had come back from serving for your country, in reality, you had just studied overseas for a good half a year.

communication over technology wasn't easy for them, so the moment you got back, they made sure to remind everybody of your presence. the party soon came around the corner, and now.. here we are.

it isn't as if mark didn't see you for a whole year and a half, the attachment you have is.. special, still, the whole occasion instates a feeling of longing he doesn't exactly know the specific origins of.

"are they really giving out gift cards? it's not like you enlisted or something.." mark mutters, pouring lemonade from the large glass jug into a mere cup.

"you know how they are, one year without me and they go crazy" your laughter is pretty, the small nudge you offer mark along the lines of an affectionate gesture.

"they're a little too attached aren't they?"

"normal for parents" you again share another smile with him, rolling your eyes. mark listens as you begin exchanging greetings with many familiar faces, as they again act as if you'd left forever. it was just a year.

maybe mark just doesn't get it.

he clears his throat at the lack of attention, but he can't exactly control the volume of his action, which results in you turning your head towards him. heat immediately coils along his skin, a tint of red spreading across his cheeks. he sneaks a glance peripherally, but you're already looking.

god you look enamored by him.

it's so stupid, maybe mark is just looking at it through rose tinted glasses. you're just naturally like that, the stupid fucking enraptured looks you share with everyone are just that, looks. you don't even realize the extent of your affect, mark is absolutely going crazy.

the jewelry hanging around your neck shines under the light of the barely peeking sunlight, and you straighten your posture as you sigh. "you missed me right?"

mark narrowly holds back his true words, opting for a feigned reply of stubbornness; "barely".

"sure mark" you offer your hand for him to take, and the stubborn front doesn't last for long, the intertwining of your fingers is smooth, soft, an action performed so many times that it becomes it's own trademark.

you glance down at your wrist watch, nose scrunching. "hyuck is gonna be late".

mark assumes his glare must be hidden by the fleeting euphoria of his own eyes. why talk about donghyuck when he's right here holding your hand? isn't mark enough for you?

okay, that's too much, an entitled way of thinking.

he hums instead.

your smile reaches your eyes. "okay, enough about everything else, what did you get up to while my angelic presence was absent?"

"don't be so full of yourself" mark whispers, just barely hears over the feat of childish laughter filling the outside air. "i did what i usually do, got a new job at the huang's ice cream place, made music on my laptop.."

"same hobbies?"

"same hobbies".

your laughter is laced with elation, maybe mark would actually be able to focus if you weren't so pretty. you don't even have to do anything, what kind of a person has a melodic rhythm to their laugh? one that is so pleasant it makes the recipient feel as if they now have to purposefully crack jokes?

"this new color fits you" you swipe your index finger against a single strand, removing his hand and ruffling the rest with your fingers. "and this hat is stupid".

mark frowns, but he then snickers. "chose the first thing i could find".

"green doesn't fit with the atmosphere" in the most hypocritical chess move, you place the hat atop your head, whistling as you level at your best friend with a inquiring glance. "looks better on me right?"

mark sucks his teeth in a feat that isn't genuine irritation. you lean just the slightest bit closer, and mark again takes in your close up facial features. your identical moles and the shape of your eyes, yeah, nothing's really changed, you've always been just as beautiful up close.

it'd be a good time to kiss you.

but mark can't give into his desires so blatantly, not in this huge expanse of a backyard, not while both your parents stand no more than a few feet away, not with eyes clearly burning through the back of his head.

but is it mark's fault you look so kissable?

no, he doesn't think so.

"never" mark attempts to swipe the hat back, but you avoid his hand, a muttered curse leaving his lips as yours turn upward in retaliation. there's a gleam of victory shining behind your eyes, and even with the vexation, mark finds you so.. gosh he can't even explain it. would attractive be the correct word?

"hey, let me keep it for a while okay?"

"y/n".

you shrug your shoulders as you begin walking towards the snack table, a small breath escaping mark in reply. he trails behind you with a smile concealed by his petty anger, your whistling filling the air. "it's my welcome back party!"

see? mark lee is most definitely doomed, he can barely even keep his irritation at a seemingly natural level when it comes to you. you're just too..

"hey, you know jeno's asking for you right?"

mark gets brought back to reality by your words, and he again takes your hand in a rushed moment he can't even explain himself. you pause as you stare, but you don't mention it, simply chuckle. "jeno is obsessed".

"come on, let's go".

absolutely doomed, he won't be able to recover.

lee donghyuck seems to have a much easier time.

it's the same old story, yet he has a high advantage in comparison to everyone else. charm is everything, he's learned that well enough, and he's charming to most.

he's adored by your parents, his immediate toothy grin practically put them in the palm of his hand. is it really that manipulative if it was all natural? seven year olds can't exactly manipulate the adults around them.

they love a good party, and so do his own parents. if not for opportunity to get drunk, but also so they can drag him out without receiving a no.

and the only reason they wouldn't receive a no is because you're the center of the discussion.

"oh you dyed your hair now?"

donghyuck's eyes glimmer in something he can only describe as euphoric, it's completely your fault. all your fault, who gives you the right to have such a pretty smile?

your gaze zeroes in on his black hair, and you yelp as donghyuck almost lifts you from the ground with the sheer force of his hug. "y/nie!"

if it was a usual day you'd complain about the volume of his voice, but you'll give him a pass. he starts with his onslaught of attacks, if the cheek kiss was crazy, then neck kisses can only be described as outrageous.

but those are all regular donghyuck actions, you can barely be perturbed by his uncanny proceedings at this point, knowing him for so long does that to a person. you simply him and lean back, whistling. "okay, okay, calm down hyuckie".

donghyuck simply smiles, feigned innocence behind those fierce eyes. "sorry for the lateness, i had a thing".

"oh i don't care, i missed you".

well that's just lovely.

it's a contrast to how mark sees all of it, it isn't usual for donghyuck to get tripped up by the easiest of things. you're pretty, he can admit that, but anyone with two good eyes can see that. you could look smitten by any little thing, you could stare enchanted by any person (and maybe there's one particular person donghyuck loathes in specific), those aren't anything.

but maybe it's the way you speak that has a tint appearing on his face. you've always articulated your words in a way that could make anyone beam, donghyuck wants to gatekeep them sometimes.

"aww, really, i knew it!"

you stay stuck on the strands of his hair, your index finger twirling a strand. he blinks, yet he manages to keep his composure. he can't give himself away, not while your standing so close. "both you and mark dyed your hair.."

mark. that's funny. why talk about mark when donghyuck is right here? right here for you to admire with his eyes blinking a look of fondness right at you. "oh, so you've seen mark already?"

"mark always comes early".

donghyuck doesn't care that much about mark, shouldn't it be about him now? call him self centered or whatever, but he thinks when he's in front of you, talking about mark is just.. stupid.

"enough about other things, how was portugal?"

his arm comes to link with yours, the press of your bodies together completely intentional. maybe mark will see, he hopes mark will see, donghyuck does like to think of himself as the superior one in this little competition of theirs.

you shrug as you again begin whistling, your ramble starts off with a comment about the country's scenery. donghyuck won't communicate it verbally, but he missed you too, missed your cute little giggles and the pauses in between your detailed rambles. he doesn't think of himself as doomed in the same manner as mark, no, he's the one with a real chance, isn't he?

you cut yourself off with a small laugh as you mutter something funny midway through your story, and you lightly nudge donghyuck. his eyes flitter upward, catching your own in the process.

the glow of your eyes is full of bewitchment. it should be illegal for you to stare at anyone like that, can anyone really blame donghyuck for feeling the way he feels when you stare like that? it's not unheard of to develop feelings for a childhood friend, especially when said childhood friend is so.. lovely.

lovely is the best word he can think of for this.

"are you going back next year?"

"yeah, i'm only around for the summer, i've gotten much too involved".

donghyuck's jaw clenches momentarily, but he masquerades it as uncomfortableness at the flies swirling around him. "okay then, let's make sure we spend good time together this summer".

you hum in reply, laughing at some unintelligible thought in your mind as you again stare at your friend.

donghyuck usually isn't a weak man, really, a mere smile can't render him bashful.

your eyes hold universes that he wishes to get lost in.

would it be so bad to kiss you in the moment?

he presses his own lips together, thoughts steady in his mind.

is it really donghyuck's fault you look so kissable?

absolutely not.

he almost gave in to the desire of being reckless, but his worst nightmare (hyperbole) comes rounding the corner in a feat of a few seconds.

"listen, they're too spicy, you know i don't have a good tolerance" mark's mumble stretches until he glances up and catches sight of the particular scene.

there's a hint of his eye twitching, donghyuck narrowly holds back his own giggle, it's invigorating how mark gets pissed off. he then smiles at the sight of you, even if the irritation slowly slips through. "hi donghyuck".

"mark! it's been a while hasn't it?"

it's only to get a scowl from him, the hug is simply an action he knows will get a kick, but mark can't display such vexation so clearly around you, he knows better than to ruin a party because of childish jealousy. he frowns in your direction, and you snicker, completely oblivious to his genuine turmoil.

"y/n told me he's here all summer".

"yeah i know it's just.." mark's face scrunches as he shoves donghyuck backward, though gently enough that his true animosity is hidden enough. "i was looking for you for like twenty minutes".

"well i didn't run away or anything, i just found him and i missed him so" you roll your eyes, poking donghyuck in the shoulder. mark clears his throat, and you level at him with a look of indifference.

you whistle, observing the lights your parents decided to hang up, knowing this party would go on for longer than it was supposed to. your hands settle behind your back, gaze remaining upward. "it's been a while since it was just the three of us huh?"

reminiscing about old times is the one thing you can't help but do, under the bright lights and surrounded by people you've know for.. forever just brings out something saddening in you.

mark's glare settles, but he avoids donghyuck's eyes. you blink as you stare at him, but then you shake your head. "anyway, i think my mom would be happy to know your here, come on" you nudge donghyuck forward with your shoulder, and there's barely anything behind mark's eyes as he watches the scene.

but before you walk away, you then turn back to look at him, eyebrows furrowing. "mark" you start softly, offering a pinch to donghyuck's shoulder that draws a wince. "come" you motion your head forward, basically telling mark to tag along.

and really, who is mark to disagree?

maybe the two could shut up for once, they could be civil, it's not like it's out of this world.

it's for your sake, they can save the chaotic blow for another time.

[beetle-goth]

please share your goth jeeves thoughts i am very interested

Goth Jeeves thoughts let’s go!!

I’ll start with my least coherent and go towards my most

Honorable mention: music is tough. The first real instance of goth music came in the 50’s and in the one story that took place in the 50’s we hear no mention of music. However, Jeeves is not a fan of popular music or showtunes and shows preference for classical music. Not goth, per se, but Bach and Beethoven do kinda have some goth-y vibes.

First, he’s very into serious literature and poetry. Which isn’t saying much but gothic poetry and literature was very prominent in forming the subculture and it sort of seems like the stuff that Jeeves would be into. He likes philosophy and lots of gothic literature has overarching philosophical thought on the nature of good and evil, man vs creator, the nature of death and mourning. And for poetry, the stuff he quotes in Joy in the Morning makes me feel like he’d enjoy Edgar Allan Poe, especially his more romantic stuff like Annabelle Lee and The Raven

“ "It is indeed, sir. I always feel that nothing is so soothing as a walk in a garden at night."

"Ha!"

"The cool air. The scent of growing things.

That is

tobacco plant which you can smell, sir."

"Is it?"

"The stars, sir."

"Stars?"

"Yes, sir."

"What about them?"

directing your attention to them, sir.

Look how the foor of heaven is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold."

"Jeeves

"There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest, sir, but in his motion like an angel sings, still guiring to tho young-eyed cherubims."

"Jeeves-

"Such harmony is in immortal souls. But whilst this muddy vesture of decay doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it."

"Jeeves-

"Sir?" “ —pages 107 and 108

Second: his fashion! My man does not like colors and while we mostly see him in his uniform, I feel we can make some assumptions based on his non-uniform clothes and the way he tries to dress Bertie. His black, calf length outdoor jacket is such a goth win! Bertie doesn’t own anything like that and we rarely see other domestic staff wear something like that so it’s easy to assume that Jeeves picked that out for himself. He will wear tan, we’ve seen him wear tan clothes coming back from his vacations but that could be because of class status and/or the standards of driving clothes. Because when we do see him on his nights off, he’s still wearing clothes that look like his valeting uniform (black waistcoat, black tie, black jacket, ect). Bertie also mostly wears tan when he’s driving bc it hides the dirt better.

What’s interesting is how he tries to get Bertie to wear dark and subdued colors. Lots of navy, lots of greys. It makes you wonder if that’s how he’d choose to dress if he had the option. Also related to clothing, Jeeves shows an interest in both jewelry and silver in Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit and Jeeves in the Offing, respectively. He was a jeweler apprentice briefly under his cousin. Accessories, especially feminine jewelry and silver, is very goth.

Third: he’s simply a spooky bitch! Season 2 episode 5 he immediately knows a local folktale about a boogeyman called Old Boggy who roams the streets. In a town he doesn’t live in, at night where he cannot access a library. Which leads one to believe that he reads about the folklore about places he and Bertie visit with special focus placed on ghost stories. And in Right Ho, Jeeves he has this whole section.

“'You smile, Jeeves. The thought amuses you?'

‘I beg your pardon, sir. I was thinking of a tale my Uncle Cyril used to tell me as a child. An absurd little story, sir, though I confess that I have always found it droll. According to my Uncle Cyril, two men named Nicholls and Jackson set out to ride to Brighton on a tandem bicycle, and were so unfortunate as to come into collision with a brewer's van. And when the rescue party arrived on the scene of the accident, it was discovered that they had been hurled together with such force that it was impossible to sort them out at all adequately. The keenest eye could not discern which portion of the fragments was Nicholls and which Jackson. So they collected as much as they could, and called it Nixon. I remember laughing very much at that story when I was a child, sir'

I had to pause a moment to master my feelings.

'You did, eh?'

'Yes, sir.'

'You thought it funny?'

'Yes, sir.' “ pages 765 and 766 of the Jeeves and Wooster omnibus.

Smiling?? He laughed very much?? This story stuck with him into adulthood?? So much so that he thought it would be funny to tell Bertie this story moments before Bertie has a late night bike ride?? No matter how you interpret this scene, Jeeves is a morbid and spooky bitch for this. Rip Jeeves, you would have loved watching the Final Destination movies.

My point is that if he could, he would have loved being goth. He’s spooky and morbid, he loves dark, subdued colors, his loves poetry and literature with philosophical themes, he likes silver and jewelry and he likes slower, more subdued music without saccharine and cheery lyrics (let us not forget his disgust while Bertie was singing Sunny Disposish)

Hopefully I didn’t forget anything important but I feel like I’ve covered my bases on this headcanon

[joonggphilia]

🩵🤍My Angel🤍🩵

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Pairing: Idol! Lee Know x Idol! Male Reader Genre: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff CW: mentions of unrequited love? A/n: I’m really excited about this ask. I adore descriptive writing so this was write up my ally. I think I should write a part 2 for this one <3 ———————————————————————

Music blasted, shoes squealed against the ground, mirrors fogged. Thunder was a new group in the industry and they were determined to rise to the top. Practices were intense, none stop, and one can be sure that the members were incredibly sore after. The music slowly faded making it so all that could be heard was the rigid breathing among the boys who were currently using the studio. “Get some water! That was the best run yet, I’m so proud of us. We deserve a win with this performance.” Said a (h/c) boy, as he sank to the floor. “M/n, are you sure.” Asked one of the members, taking a long sip from his water bottle. “I’m confident. You guys are amazing, and we worked for this.” M/n replied, a glowing smile painting his face. M/n was the proud leader of Thunder. He was well known in the industry for his unreal personality, and visuals. Sure there were people like Choi Yeonjun, the 4th gen it boy, or Wonyoung the it girl. M/n was the 4th gen angel. He was notorious for being pleasant and sweet to anyone who crossed his path. Another thing that was for sure was that he loved his members with all his heart. He was confident and commanded respect…..in a way they made your heart melt, of course.

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The day had finally come, Thunder had made their way up into the big leagues. They were just getting ready to head on stage for the showcase. The outfits for their concept were drop dead gorgeous. They wore white, lacy, formal wear with beautiful diamond jewelry. M/n makeup artist gave him a look that suited him extremely well. His face was glowing, almost as if he had cried. Around his pink dusted eyes was glitter and diamond gems. He looked so beautiful. M/n was popular with fans all around the world, but he was also popular with other idols. One person in particular, had fallen for his charm. That person was none other than Lee Know of Stray Kids. He got into the habit of frequently playing Thunder’s music in the background of his lives and bringing up how his bias was M/n. He couldn’t hide his smitten attitude anymore. “Minho, Thunder is about to perform. I’ll go watch with you if you’d like!” Recommended Bang Chan, leaving his corner of the dressing room to check in an all the members. “That’d be awesome. Let’s go.” Replied Lee Know, grabbing his hand and running backstage. The mad dash was worth it. Lee Know watched in awe as M/n glided across the stage. M/n was the main dancer in his group, but he was trained in ballet and contemporary. Thunder’s unique dance style got them a lot of attention. They had a more technical and contemporary feel to their choreography, unless the song called for something more high energy. “This is the best part!” Squealed Lee Know as he patted Bang Cahn’s shoulder. M/n walked to center stage and broke out into a set of fouettés. The crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Lee Know’s eyes never left his idol. He began to think to himself. Was M/n stay, a fan, did M/n know that he existed? His palms were sweaty, he really did like M/n a lot, but he had a feeling the feelings weren’t requited

——————————————————————— M/n was walking back to his dressing room when he suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder, causing him to turn around, only to make eye contact with the one and only Lee Minho! He froze up. “Uhm, hey. You looked really good out there, super impressive for a rookie group!” The brunette spoke, awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. M/n broke from his trance and began to bow, covering up his flustered face. “Thank you, it means a lot coming from a member of Stray kids!” M/n stated, bowing once more. Lee Know got butterflies hearing him say this. “Your a fan?” Lee Know asked, manifesting a yes. “Am I a fan? Of course I am! You guys are awesome, a huge inspiration of mine.” M/n chirped, a wide smile growing on his face. “Thanks, I’m glad we inspire you. You’re catching up to us pretty fast, I’m actually a big fan of Thunder.” Lee Know, stated, his chest puffy out with pride. This made M/n giggle “So it’s true! My fans always say you’re my biggest fan and that you guys are competing for that spot on my list.” This gave Lee Know a chance. “M/n, give me your number and that’ll prove I’m your biggest fan.” He bluntly asked. M/n didn’t say a word, just grabbed his phone and handed it to the grinning man before him, their finger tips brushing slightly. Lee Know set his contact on M/n’s phone as “Biggest Fan” to prove his point. “Can I see yours?” M/n asked holding his hand out for Lee Know’s phone. He took it and changed his contact, shutting it off and handing it back. “Let’s hang out sometime, Lee Minho.” M/n said, shaking the other male’s hand. “It’s a date, M/n L/n.” He sneered, causing both of them to blush and giggle.

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Once Lee Know got back to the dorms he checked his phone, only to drop it on his face when he read a small “hi” from a certain someone. The contact read -My Angel-

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Duke Fulco di Verdura for Paul Flato, Belt Buckle Necklace, 1935, aquamarines & rubies (Jennifer Tilly Collection, Los Angeles)

Jennifer Tilly is a serious jewelry collector, and she has some serious pieces in her collection. One such piece is the iconic Verdura for Flato belt buckle necklace that she purchased from Lee Siegleson in 2019. She recently decided to publicly "debut" the necklace in promo materials for her appearance on Real Housewives.

Verdura designed the necklace for Flato before founding his own eponymous company. It was commissioned by Cole Porter for his wife Linda Lee Porter. As part of their estate, the necklace was left to Ava Astaire, daughter of Fred Astaire. It later moved through the hands of high-end jewelry dealers Fred Leighton and Siegleson.

Tilly wearing the necklace in a more informal photo in 2019, after acquiring it from Siegleson.

For the record, here's some of the other fabulous things Jennifer owns, according to Town & Country:

Thank you @helenasmirkedno for the heads up on this magnificent necklace!

[sparkleds]

savannah   lee   smith   +   she/her   ⊹₊⟡⋆   blasting   7   rings   by   ariana   grande   through   their   airpods   is   dianna   grayson.   oh,   you   don't   know   them?   they're   the   twenty3   year   old   reality   tv   star   who   just   went   viral   for   getting   into   a   messy   twitter   fight.   yup,   the   one   that   drives   a   light   pink   deus   vayanne.   i   hear   they're   pretty   glamorous,   but   others   have   claimed   that   they're   quite   superficial.   that   makes   sense,   considering   they're   often   labeled   as   the   spoiled   sweet.

statistics.   connections.   pinterest.

♡     ◞        statistics.

full  name:  dianna  camille  grayson.     nickname:  prefers  dianna  only.     date  of  birth:  october  1st,  2001  (  23  years  old  ).     zodiac  sign:  libra.     place  of  birth:  los angeles,  california.     current  location:  beverly park,  california.     gender:  cis  woman,  uses  she / her  pronouns.     sexuality:  bisexual  (  preference  for  women  ).     languages:  english  (  native  ).     father:  robert  grayson.     mother:  octavia  grayson.     siblings:  tba.

♡     ◞        bits and bops.

character  tropes:  the  baby  doll, the  spoiled  sweet, the  wild  child.     aesthetics:  a  dozen  cameras  being  shoved  in  your  face,  expectations  that  you  didn't  live  up  to,  an  overzealous  need  for  attention,  never  leaving  home  without  some  bling.   traits:  glamorous,  outgoing,  carefree,  determined,  superficial,  vain,  frivolous,  unpredictable.     likes:  wearing  jewelry,  being  the  center  of  attention,  spicy  food,  juliet  roses,  getting  dolled  up.   dislikes:  family  dinners,  sweating  or getting  hot,  cheap  beer,  insects,  enclosed  spaces.

♡     ◞        background.

being  a  grayson  came  with  maintaining  a  standard  of  perfection  in  every  way.  even  though  she  was  the  youngest-born  of  six  grayson  siblings,  dianna  was  of  no  exception  to  that  rule.  as  the  chief  executive  officer  of  grayson  oil  conglomerate,  the  grayson  family  patriarch  robert  always  ensured  that  their  surname  and  family  image  remained  clean  of  any  scandals.

but  being  the  youngest  grayson  also  meant  that  there  was  little  room  for  dianna's  own  achievements  to  be  acknowledged.  dianna  craved  more  than  just  approving  looks  and  the  occasional  smiles  from  her  parents  when  told  about  her  excellent  grades  in  school.  it  was  never  enough,  especially  since  all  her  other  siblings  seemed  to  thrive  effortlessly  as  well.  dianna  came  to  the  conclusion  that  the  only  way  to  get  her  parents'  attention  was  to  start  acting  out.

dianna's  rebellious  acts  started  out  small  at  first,  and  they  were  brushed  aside  most  of  the  time  and  handled  privately  when  they  came.  when  she  was  sent  to  the  principal's  office  after  a  class  fight,  her  parents  agreed  that  it  was  only  because  of  a  quarrel  with  a  friend  that  could  be  settled  easily.  when  her  grades  started  slipping,  her  mother  only  advised  her  to  do  better  the  next  time.  dianna's  frustration  only  grew  throughout  the  years,  and  as  she  became  older  and  more  unruly,  her  father  took  her  aside  and  told  her  to  start  behaving  like  a  grayson  or  he  would  make  her  stop  ...  permanently.  and  in  that  moment,  something  in  dianna  snapped.

robert  was  livid  when  the  headlines  broke  out  with  photos  of  dianna,  aged  sixteen,  kissing  multiple  girls  and  boys  in  a  nightclub.  there  were  also  reports  of  her  smoking  in  the  alley  behind  the  club  with  her  other  underaged  friends.  gone  was  the  squeaky  clean  image  of  the  grayson  family,  and  dianna  felt  a  sense  of  triumph  at  the  amount  of  damage  control  her  father  had  to  do  because  of  her.  she  didn't  stop,  not  even  when  she  was  sent  to  a  boarding  school  in  switzerland  as  a  way  to  tame  her  wild  behaviour,  far  away  from  the  eyes  of  the  press.  she  had  gotten  her  parent's  attention  —  and  that  was  all  she  needed.

two  years  at  an  expensive  boarding  school  did  not  discipline  her  one  bit.  dianna  only  managed  to  scrape  through  to  graduation  with  subpar  grades  and  close  friends  by  her  side.  coming  back  to  new  york,  she  knew  that  every  gaze  was  on  her,  waiting  for  her  to  wild  out  again.  the  tension  between  her  and  her  parents  were  still  palpable,  but  she  felt  little  guilt  on  what  had  happened  years  prior.  and  though  dianna  no  longer  craved  her  parents'  attention,  her  defiant  behaviour  had  become  a  habit  and  her  name  was  once  again  the  subject  of  a  new  scandal  every  other  week.  dianna  was  now  known  as  the  wild  child  —  the  anomaly  of  the  otherwise  polished  grayson  family.  with  this  reputation,  it  cemented  the  contentious  relationship  she  had  with  their  parents.

having  spent  her  whole  life  trying  to  prove  a  point,  dianna  didn't  have  much  idea  on  what  she  wanted  to  do.  all  her  siblings  had  achieved  excellency  by  establishing  careers  in  various  fields  by  the  time  they  were  in  their  early  twenties,  and  dianna,  ever  the  black  sheep  of  her  family,  was  still  out  partying  every  night.  she'd  always  been  told  that  she  had  a  face  and  personality  for  the  screen,  but  she'd  never  thought  she'd  be  able  to  make  a  career  out  of  it  —  until  she  got  the  offer  to  star  in  the  first  season  of  the  reality  show  city  of  angels,  a  show  centered  around  the  lives  of  young  socialites  in  los  angeles  and  the  drama  that  surrounded  them.

due  to  her  loud  personality  and  frivolous  nature,  dianna  received  polarized  reactions  from  viewers  during  the  show's  first  season  premiere.  nevertheless,  the  show  was  a  massive  hit  and  the  stars  of  city  of  angels  were  catapulted  into  fame.  dianna  suddenly  found  herself  having  various  job  opportunities  she  didn't  have  before  —  and  though  her  future  was  uncertain,  dianna  was  content  with  where  her  career  was  heading.  as  per  her  contract,  dianna  was  asked  to  return  if  city  of  angels  became  a  success,  and  the  second  season  is  currently  in  production.

♡     ◞        personality   +   headcanons.

has  the  personality  of  a  reality  tv  star  down  to  a  T.  her  confidence  is  what  attracted  the  showrunners  to  cast  her  in  the  first  place.  bold,  carefree  and  talkative,  her  energy  will  light  up  a  room.  definitely  an  extrovert.

the  personification  of  IDGAF  —  at  least,  about  what  the  public  and  tabloids  say  about  her  —  a  stark  contrast  to  the  grayson  family's  core  values,  who  always  prioritized  their  public  image.

determined  to  prove  a  point.  can  absolutely  achieve  something  if  she  puts  her  mind  to  it.

not  really  book  smart  — a  bit  of  an  airhead  academically.  stopped  paying  attention  in  school  early  on  as  she  didn't  see  the  point  of  getting  good  grades  when  no  one  cared  about  them.

as  stated  above,  she  is  super  childish.  holds  grudges,  kinda  petty,  impulsive  at  times,  is  an  attention  seeker  and  very,  very  vain.

can't  cook  for  shit.  if  she  says  she's  going  to  cook,  pls  call  the  fire  department  immediately.  her  attempts  make  for  great  tv,  though.

a  super  loyal  friend  !!  never  really  clicked  with  her  own  family,  so  is  super  protective  of  her  found  family  instead.  once  she  decides  you're  her  friend,  she  will  protect  you  for  life.

♡     ◞        wanted   connections. 

anything  and  everything  really,  but  off  the  top  of  my  head:  best friend,  friends  with  benefits,  rivals,  flirtationship,  reality  show  co-stars,  annoyed  at  first  sight,  fake  friends,  good  influence  on  dianna,  bad  influence  on  y/m,  party  friends !

also, will officially send in a wc to the main but someone bring her siblings PLS PLS PLS !!!

[cuddlebugfelix]

( ♡︎ ) . . . SORA’S STRAY KIDS FAMILY HEADCANON

age - 21 / 22

occupation - supermodel

relationship status - single

( 📓 ) . . . her background

she’s the one and only daughter of the family, she became a model when she graduated from high school being the top of her class. she currently lives in france but visits her family, bringing expensive gifts. fashion, luxury and her looks are the only things she cares about. you’ll always see her talking photos of her outfits and posing with her new luxury bags. her eye starts to twitch if you ask her why she’s banned from visiting sweden ever again.

( 🎧 ) . . . her hobbies

showing off jewelry

sucking up to grandparents to be the #1 beneficiary

online shopping

bribing the government to clear her criminal records

( 💿 ) . . . her relationship with the family

bangchan - ★☆☆☆☆ (likes to chew on her bag handles)

aunt lee know - ★★★★★ (gets to keep sora’s old outfits)

uncle seungmin - ★★★★★ (only because his wife does)

grandma i.n - ★★★★★ (bought her a beach house)

grandpa felix - ★★★★★ (thinks of her as his little angel)

hyunjin - ★★☆☆☆ (knows why she can’t enter sweden)

han - ★☆☆☆☆ (she doesn’t like his cooking)

changbin - ★★★★★ (thinks she’s the coolest sister ever)

2023 © cuddlebugfelix

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Yandere!Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : yandere behavior ; guilt tripping ; arguing ; pure angst honestly, I'm sorry ; it's just sad ; but Felix has a positive character arc ; it's just short and sad ; Word Count : 4.1k

Everyone had scars, some were small, some were larger… Everyone’s scars were different. Some fade until they’re so close to healed that most can’t even see them, others are different colored, standing out as they contrast against one’s skin so beautifully that you couldn’t imagine the person without it. Scars were, once created, simply a part of you, a visual reminder of moments long past, and for some people, hopefully long forgotten. 

You were part of that “some”, but it was much harder to forget the cause of your scar when the cause of it was living alongside you, trying to move on from it, dust it under the rug, as if it hadn’t happened at all. The scars weren’t just left in the palm of your hand and along your fingertips where you gripped the glass shards a little too tight… Scars weren’t saved solely to be left across flawless skin. They were everywhere. 

Divots left in painted walls from where objects crashed against them during heated arguments, vivid memories flashing before your eyes of the moment that created those marks, the fear that you had felt, the pain and stinging in your hands, the burning in your eyes from the tears. Those memories played back every single day that you stepped foot into the entryway of your home, your eyes immediately landing on the chipped paint, the discoloration in the spot where you had attempted, and failed, to cover up another hole. 

Scars weren’t meant to be hidden, no matter how painful they were, they were simply a part of you, a part of the house, a part of everything now. It was hard for you to look at, and you knew that it wasn’t any easier for Felix. 

“Hey, angel…” He chimed cheerfully as he opened the front door just enough to peek around it, a beautiful smile gracing his freckled face. The beauty that you once saw there had all but vanished though, all you could see was the phantom face of anger that you couldn’t seem to clear from your mind, from your memories. Even still, you loved him, you knew that somewhere deep down inside of you, you loved him immensely, but that love would never make right what he had done wrong. “Look what I got you!” He playfully sauntered over to you, and the bag that he had been trying to hide behind his back was pulled out and laid on the floor in front of you as you sat on the couch. 

The gifts were endless, you had enough jewelry to open up your own jewelry store, and most of the items you received hadn’t even had a chance to be worn yet before he had gotten you another piece. “You didn’t have to.” Your voice was quiet, you were always quiet around him, fear of setting off his anger, having you as timid as a mouse, only wanting to get through each day without an argument, without another episode on his end. “I just… I have so much… The jewelry box is getting filled… And…” 

His finger came up to your lips, pressing the tip of it against them to shush you as he smiled softly. “I kind of noticed that myself.” He murmured softly, lifting the bag up off the floor and placing it on your lap now. “That’s why I didn’t get you jewelry this time. I got you something else… Something better hopefully.” He kept his spot on the floor in front of you, sitting on his knees as he watched you wearily reach into the bag before pulling out the surprise. 

“What’s this?” You questioned, the paper that had been folded inside the bag was now being undone, held between shaky fingers as you tried to read over the words that were written there. “It says… It’s a marriage license? For who?” You laid the paper down on your lap as you looked at him, and for a moment he just stared back at you, waiting for you to tell him that you were joking, but the continued silence had him nervously chuckling as he grabbed your hands lightly, slipping his fingers between yours. 

“For us, silly!” The attempt at lightening the mood was for nothing, especially as he watched your gaze drop down to the paper, not even a glimmer of happiness in your eyes. “We’ve been together long enough, don’t you think?” He questioned, his nervousness only growing as he continued to watch you, wondering what you were thinking, what was going on in your mind. 

Your head shook, and he could see that your breathing had become almost labored, your leg bouncing. You looked terrified, and while he wished he could say he didn’t know the reason, that would have been a lie. He knew that the reason was him, because of his brief moment of anger that had scarred you both mentally and physically, and it seemed like the damage he had caused was permanent. “We can’t…” You muttered, pulling your hands away from his to fold the paper back up and slip it back into the bag before handing it back over to him. 

It definitely wasn’t what he had expected. Maybe he had become so used to the fear that he had caused in you, a fear that had you immediately agreeing to whatever he had asked of you, and while it made him feel guilty, ultimately, it made things simpler for him. “What do you mean we can’t? Of course we can, that’s what the paper is for, that’s why I have it.” He tried to sound calm as he pulled the paper back out of the bag, laying it on the coffee table in front of you. “All you have to do is sign it, angel.” 

Your eyes closed as you turned away from him, turned away from the paper. “With what name? I’m still missing, you know?” He gritted his teeth, carding his fingers through his hair. You hadn’t talked back this much in a while, and you rarely ever got an attitude like this with him, that’s why he was getting irritated. He wasn’t used to this kind of behavior from you.

“I’ll get you a new name then, easy as pie.” He stated, and most people would laugh, they’d think it was some kind of joke, but you knew better. It wasn’t a joke at all, and he could easily get you a different name, change your entire identity. “I want to marry you, angel. I want you to be mine.” 

You laughed humorlessly, getting up off the couch which only had that feeling of rejection settling deeper in his stomach. “I don’t want to be someone new… I want to be me. But I guess you get to choose whether I get that or not too.” He was absolutely dumbfounded at the voice you seemed to get out of nowhere, the way you spoke to him, it wasn’t normal at all. 

“You know that if we go in and sign your actual name on the paper you’ll immediately be taken away from me.” He scrambled to his feet as he said it, rushing over to you and placing his hands on your shoulders. You had never heard him so desperate, pleading with you to understand. 

“Would that be so bad?” And while you loved him, you truly did, there was no doubt that feeling, you loved the man that had smiled at you at the fan sign, the man that you had dreamt about night after night. Hell, you even came to love the man who had kidnapped you from the event, and maybe, maybe before everything you would have jumped at the opportunity to change your name, to become his and solely his through the signing of the paper that he had laid in front of you. The man that stood before you now, the man whose eyes glistened with unshed tears, that man scared you. You were unable to think of anything but what he had done to you, what he had said, the way he had acted… That wasn’t the man that you loved. 

A shaky breath poured from his lips as he took a staggering step back, your words like a slap to the face. “What do you mean?” He whispered, unsure of whether he wanted to actually know what you meant at all. “You don’t… You don’t actually want to be taken away from me… Do you? You don’t want to leave me… Y-You can’t.” 

Your head shook, your tongue snapping against the roof of your mouth as you shrugged your shoulders, his hands falling to his sides as he watched you. “I can’t? Or is it just that you won’t let me?” It was a rhetorical question, you both knew damn well that he wouldn’t ever let you out of the house, he wouldn’t ever risk the chance of your being found, but his eyes still went wide at the fact that you were brazen enough to call him out on that. “That’s why the whole marriage thing is pointless… You own me anyway. It’s not like I could ever leave you, you won’t let that happen.” 

It was a double whammy, multiple strikes to his heart. Sure, he might not have lost you physically, you were still exactly where he wanted you to be, but everything that he loved about you was gone. “You… You treat me like a damn villain or something. I love you… Isn’t that enough?” 

You scoffed loudly, throwing your hands up in the air sarcastically. “Oh, you love me? Because throwing vases and hot mugs of coffee at people is like, so loving, I should have known. Sorry.” 

“You’re so fucking hung up on the past. How many times do you want me to apologize for that? I’m not the one who put the fucking glass in your hand, Y/N! You cut yourself with it! And I’m the one who fixed it up, or did you forget that part?” 

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” You screeched, your fingers gripping at strands of your own hair, on the verge of ripping it out as you stared at him in disbelief. “You threw the fucking vase at me, Felix! You want me to thank you for fixing my hand after cutting it on the glass that you shattered?! I can’t believe you’re still blaming that shit on me!” Hot tears of anger poured down your cheeks, and neither of you could bring yourselves to look at one another. The tension in the room was thick, and it always seemed to end like this. Your relationship had never been perfect, but at one point it had been sweet, it had been soft, but now it was volatile. Almost every single conversation that the two of you had ended like this, there wasn’t a single day that went by without an argument. 

“Why won’t you just let it go?” He muttered exasperatedly, his hands running over his face before falling limp at his sides once more. “It’s like you want to fight with me… You want me to tell you to leave again… You actually want to leave…” 

That realization hit him like a brick, it had his stomach turning and bile rising in his throat. “Is this any better for either of us, Felix? How much longer can the two of us live like this? I’m tired of fighting with you over the same shit. I’m just tired of this…” And your voice didn’t leave a mere inch for him to doubt your words. You sounded exhausted, not from lack of sleep… Not from anything physical… You were exhausted from him, from being with him. 

“You’re not even giving me a chance…” He mumbled, trying to swallow back his lunch that was making its way back up. “I don’t want to fight with you… I love you, angel… I do… I’ll be better. I’ll stop… I’ll try not to get angry, I will. Just, give me a chance… I’ll show you… I promise.” 

“What’s the point?” You muttered, turning away from him to go to the bedroom. What he had thought the marriage papers would lead to was the exact opposite of what had actually happened, and now he was left stunned silent in the middle of the kitchen. You hadn’t just stopped loving him, it felt like you truly hated him now, and that hurt more than anything. He didn’t want to let you go, he didn’t want to let you leave, but living like this was no good for either of you, you were right about that. 

He honestly didn’t want to fight with you, it broke his heart every time he did, and the more fights that happened, the more you’d pull away from him. It seemed unavoidable though. Every single time he tried to do something nice for you you’d blow it off, or you’d just get more upset, finding something wrong with it. It’s not like he didn’t know that what he had done before was wrong, he was faced with the reminder of it every day. There was the scar on your hand that not only reminded him of how awful he had been, but it was a constant reminder to you. That was something that he could never remove, he couldn’t get rid of that for you as much as he wanted to, and he feared that things would never get better, things would never go back to the way they were.

A whole two weeks off of work, it was a vacation for him and the rest of the guys since they had worked so hard, and while he was tired and wanted nothing more than to go home and spend the next 14 days relaxing and being with you, he knew that things wouldn’t be like that. In all honesty, he didn’t want that vacation yet, he wanted to wait until things were even slightly close to the normal that once was before he spent time with you. 

He was scared, terrified that the next two weeks would be nothing but arguing, and by the end of the vacation you’d be gone or he’d have completely lost his mind. He was thinking of any and every way to try to keep the peace between the two of you, but the only thing that seemed remotely plausible was for him to just try to stay as far away from you, give you your space, and hope that maybe you’d come around. 

When he got home and walked through the door, you were sitting at the table, the jewelry box that he had gotten you forever ago was propped open in front of you. His interest was piqued, but he didn’t really know whether to question what you were doing or let you continue with it in silence. It was actually really nice to see you not only looking at everything he had gotten you over the span of time that you had been together, but you were polishing every piece. Somewhere deep down, you still cared, and that was enough for him to want to keep trying. 

“One month… anniversary? Gift…? No… Dammit…” You grunted, holding one of the bracelets up and staring at it. He remembered it clearly, he remembered getting it for you, he remembered giving it to you. It was the 3rd month anniversary gift, and his heart panged with a certain sadness that you didn’t remember it as clearly as he did. “Such an idiot…” You mumbled, and that sadness quickly turned to irritation, his only assumption was that those words, that insult, were meant for him. “Why can’t you remember?” Your voice got softer, and then there was a choked off sob as you carefully placed the bracelet back into the box, closing the lid before resting your forehead against it. 

It became incredibly clear that, not only were you not talking to him, but you hadn’t even noticed that he had come in yet. “Angel…” He spoke gently, cautiously walking towards you, but you slowly lifted your head and when he saw how puffy your eyes were and your dampened cheeks, he didn’t care about caution, all he wanted to do was hold you and do anything he could to make you happy again. “What happened? What’s wrong?” His words were rushed as he dropped to the floor in front of you, grabbing your hands and holding them in his own. 

“I can’t… I can’t remember anything…” You whispered, inhaling shakily as a tear rolled down your cheek and clung to your chin before falling to your lap. “I don’t want to forget… I’m scared…” You gasped out, your fingers tightening around his hands as you shook your head. 

It wasn’t anything new to him, not entirely. You had always had trouble remembering specific dates during your relationship, and he always thought that it was just because you didn’t pay attention. Now it was scaring him, he didn’t know just how bad it was. “What do you remember, angel?” He questioned softly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, but you quickly pulled your hands away, turning your palms up and looking down at the scar that ran across the length of your hand. 

“You… You were so mean… I was scared… Scared of losing you…” You muttered, your fingers closing as you made your hands into fists, holding them closer to yourself. “I… I don’t know why…” You stammered, dropping your head and squeezing your eyes shut. 

Things were starting to make sense, why you held on so closely to that one memory, why you always brought it up. It was the one thing that you had physical evidence of happening, the scar was always there. You didn’t want to fight with him, it’s just the only thing you could really remember, the only memory that you could hold onto, and his heart shattered as he remembered all the times he fought with you for bringing it up. “Do you remember how we met… Do you know what I do?” He wanted to help, he really did, but he had never felt so helpless before, especially when he watched the way your nose scrunched up, your forehead creased in deep thought. 

“We… We went to school together… Right?” There was a hopeful smile on your face as you said it, a gleam in your eyes that he didn’t have the heart to watch burn out if he told you differently, so he nodded his head quickly in agreement. “You… And you… You’re in music… I remember that. I just… I don’t… I forgot what kind of music…” 

You really didn’t remember anything, it was absolutely terrifying beyond belief. “See, you remember!” He said as lightly as he could, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. He hated lying to you, it was one thing that he swore he’d never do… But was it actually lying if that’s what you thought the truth was? It’s not like you were 100% wrong either. 

The gears in his mind started turning. He could easily, very easily use this to his advantage, as fucked as it seems. It would be for you though. Everything that he did was for you, because he loved you, because he loves you. “How long have we been together?” You asked, and it almost seemed like you were getting excited, waiting for him to tell you everything, hoping that his words would spark memories in your mind. How far could he go with this? Would you be able to call him out on his lies or would you just remember things the way that he said they were? 

“A while…” He said vaguely, getting up from the floor to sit in the chair beside you as he opened up the jewelry box and pulled out a couple pieces. “Every single piece in here is from an anniversary…” He stated, and it wasn’t a lie, but he didn’t elaborate on what kind of anniversary, hoping that your mind would jump to the immediate conclusion that it was yearly anniversaries instead of monthly. 

You looked through the box again, your eyebrows furrowing as you pulled out a particular bracelet, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you chewed on it in deep thought. “Two… Two years…” You whispered to yourself, and then you smiled brightly as you showed the bracelet to him. “Two years, right? This… The bracelet is from our two years… And it’s the newest one…” He nodded in agreement, plucking the bracelet from your fingers and then clasping it around your wrist. “I remember this one the most…” 

Of course you would, it held the most memories, it was the worst day that the two of you had, and as much as he hated the fact that you held onto any kind of negative memory, it was a memory nonetheless. “Angel…” He whispered, a feeling of guilt had him sinking into his chair. He couldn’t… He couldn’t lie to you. You meant too much to him, and he wanted you to remember everything the way he did. He wanted you to remember the love he gave you, how he chose you out of millions of people, millions of fans, you were the only one he wanted, the only one he’d ever want. 

He pulled out his wallet, carefully sliding out the little square piece of paper that you had given him at the fansign, tediously opening it so that it wouldn’t rip before sliding it across the table to lay in front of you. “That’s cute…” You mused, leaning in closer to look at the words that lined the paper, and he knew when you got to the bottom, your back straightening as you looked up at the ceiling. You had seen your name at the bottom, the heart around it, and he hoped, prayed that it was working. “Not school… No… It was… What was it?” 

You looked to him desperately, trying to find the answers from him. “A fansign… And you were the most beautiful, the sweetest girl I’ve ever seen, I’ve ever met. I knew right then and there that I loved you… And I know, I know that I’ve gone about things the wrong way, but I love you. I knew I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I was, I still am terrified of losing you…” He took a deep breath, holding back his own tears as he watched your face light up, that look of innocence tinted with excitement in your eyes, it was the look that you had given him at the fansign. “I’ve messed up, I messed up horribly… And I know you remember, but there’s so much more to remember than just that. I need you to remember because you’re everything to me. I can’t lose you….” 

Your head tilted to the side, worry mixed with confusion masked your face as you reached out to wipe his tears. “I remember the fighting… I don’t like it… What else did you do? I’m sure… I’m sure I’ll still love you… I feel it. I know I love you, that’s one thing that I remember… that feeling… and I only feel it when I see you.” 

He gasped softly, cupping your face in his hands as he nodded his head, knowing that he’d have to tell you, he’d tell you everything. Anything that you wanted to know, he’d give you all the answers. You deserved that. “I love you too… I love you more than anything…” He pressed his lips to yours before resting his forehead against your own. “I’ll take care of you forever and ever and always… I’ll make sure you remember everything, you’ll never forget. I’ll remind you every single day… Okay?” 

And he would, because it wasn’t just about him now. It was never about him, it had always been about you and it always will be. It didn’t matter what it took, nothing mattered but you. He’d spend the next two weeks and every day, week, month, and year after that making sure you don’t forget, making sure that the memories that he was able to look back on so fondly stuck with you too. He loved you, and he’d give up everything to make sure you remembered that. It was you and him, since the first time he laid eyes on you, he knew that. You were an angel, you were his angel, and he was devoted to you, he’d protect you, and he’d love you until his days were gone, and even if yours ended before his, his life would always be centered around you. It’ll always be you. 

[the-perverse-library]

Massive Muse List

The following are just all the characters/series I would be happy to RP/answer asks about.

DC + Marvel Comics/Cartoons/Movies Just... all of them, because even if it's a deep cut I don't know, I can still research them on Google.

Brand New Animal Pink Flamingos, Michuru Kagemori

Monster Hunter Tsukino

Lilo and Stitch Experiment 624 (Angel), Nani, Lilo, Grand Councilwoman, Mertle, Experiment 123 (Carmen), Experiment 610 (Witch), Gantu

Dragon Ball Z Gohan, Chi-Chi, Videl, Krillen, Android 18, Bulma, Pan, Trunks, Fem!Trunks, Caulifla, Kale, Android 21, Cheelai, Broly, Dr. Arinsu, Erasa, Mai, Galena, Lagss, Maron, Piccolo, Fem! Android 17, Chronoa

Naruto/Boruto Sakura Haruno, Hinata Hyuuga, Naruto Uzumaki, Chouji Akemichi, Rock Lee, Kiba Inazuka, Fem! Orochimaru, Tsunade, Fem! Naruto, Sarada Uchiha, Chou-Chou Akemichi, Boruto Uzumaki, Neji Hyuuga, Ten-Ten, Young! Chiyo, Konan, Anko, Kurenai, Tayuya, Karin, Ino Yamanaka, Mei Terumi, Karui, Yugao Uzuki, Hanabi Hyuuga, Tsume Inazuka, Samui, Might Guy, Moegi Kazamatsuri, Mirai Sarutobi, Jiraiya

The World Ends with You [TWEWY] Sho Minamimoto, Uzuki Yashiro, Mitsuki Konshi, Beat, Neku, Coco Atarashi, Koki Kariya, Fem! Yodai Higashizawa, Shiki Misaki, Nagi Usui, Shoka Sakurane

Bleach Ichigo Kurosaki, Orihime, Rangiku Matsumoto, Chad, Soi Fon, Uryuu Ishida, Rukia Kuchiki, Yoruichi Shihouin, Retsu Unohana, Nemu Kurotsuchi, Tier Harribel, Nel Tu, Grimmjow, Isane Kotestu, Kukaku Shiba, Tatsuki Arisawa, Cyan Sung-sun, Emilou Apacci, Kirio Hikifune, Franceska Mila Rose

One Piece Nami, Nico Robin, Nefertari Vivi, Jewelry Bonney, Boa Hancock, Sanji, Perona, Usopp, Monkey D Luffy, Stussy, Alvida, Fem! Buggy/Buggy, Boa Marigold, Boa Sandersonia, Gerd, Hina, Koby, Jango, Carrot,

Totally Spies! Sam, Alex, Clover

Nintendo All of their games... just all of them

Star vs The Forces of Evil Star Butterfly, Jackie Lyn Thomas, Moon Butterfly, Eclipsa, Toffee, Marco Diaz, Hekapoo, Ingrid Bloomgren, Mrs Liao, Mime Girl

Steven Universe Steven Universe, Greg Universe, Connie Maheswaran, Priyanka Maheswaran, Amethyst, Garnet, Pearl, Jasper, Aquamarine, Lapis Lazuli, Peridot, Sadie, Lars

TMNT Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, April, Casey Jones, Kirai, Beebop, Rocksteady

Ben 10 Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Gwen Tennyson, Aliens, Julie Yamamoto, Eunice, Future Gwen, Kai Green, Charmcaster, Frightwig, Myaxx,

Yu-Gi-Oh [OG, GX, 5Ds] Yugi Moto, Yami, Joey Wheeler, Seto Kaiba, Tea Gardner, Mai Valentine, Syrus Truesdale, Jaiden Yuki, Chumley Huffington, Alexis Rhodes, Blair Flannigan, Fonda Fontaine, Camula, Missy, Bastion Misawa, Chazz Princeton, Seiko, Miss Dorothy, Tania, Carly Carmine, Akiza Izinski, Jack Atlas, Angela Raines, Misty Tredwell, Duel Spirits

Mortal Kombat Kitana, Mileena, Casssie Cage, Sonya Blade, Scorpion, D'Vorah, Jade, Khameleon, Frost, Nitara, Skarlet,

My Hero Academia Izuku Midoriya, Ochako Uraraka, Tsuyu Asui, Momo Yaoyorozu, Denki Kaminari, Fem! Minoru Mineta [Minerva Mineta], Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jirou, Nemuri Kayama, Thirteen, Manami Aiba, Danjuro Tobita, Itsuka Kendo, Ibara Shiozaki, Kinoko Komori, Pony Tsunotori, Jurota Shishida, Mei Hatsume, Himiko Toga, Rumi Usagiyama, Inko Midoriya

Hazbin Hotel/Helluvaboss Charlie Morningstar, Lute, Millie, Moxxie, Loona, Imps

RWBY Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, Fem! Lie Ren, Jaune Arc, Cinder, Salem, Winter Schnee, Raven Branwen, Willow Schnee, Neopolitan, Fem! Roman Torchwick, Emerald Sustrai, Glynda Goodwitch, Fem! Professor Port, Lil Miss Malachite, Grimmified characters

Sonic Sonic, Shadow, Amy Rose, Tails, Maria, Rouge the Bat, Blaze the Cat, Silver, Sally Acorn, Tangle, Whisper, Surge, Kitsunami

Jujutsu Kaisen Yuji Itadori, Nobara Kugisaki, Mei Mei, Yuki Tsukumo, Shoko Iierri, Maki Zenin, Aoi Todo

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Frieren, Fern, Stark, Himmel, Flamme, Aura, Lawine, Kanne, Ubel, Laufen, Qual

Dungeon Meshi Marcille, Chilchuc, Laios, Izutsumi, Namari, Fem!Kabru, Leed, Tade, Thistle, Canaries, Monsters

Avatar ATLA/LOK Aang, Sokka, Katara, Mai, Ty Lee, Zuko, Azula, Toph, Suki, June, Yue, Smellerbee, Jin, Asami Sato, Korra, Bolin, Izumi, Suyin, Lin, Kya

The Incredibles Bob Parr, Helen Parr, Dash Parr, Violet Parr, Mirage

Hi-Fi Rush Chai, Peppermint, Korsica, Rekka, Kale

Power Rangers Any of them

Fairly Odd Parents Trixie, Vicki, Wanda, Mrs Turner, Britney Britney, Carly, Mrs Claus, Blonda, Dr Phyllis Fancyfree, Golden Locks/Hair Razor, Crimson Chin, Veronica, Tootie, Spatula Woman, Star and Twinkle, AJ, Chester, Mrs James

Dexter's Laboratory Dexter, Dee Dee, Dexter's Mum, Agent Honeydew, The Justice Friends, Candi, Katka, Neighbour Lady, Mom-Droid, Miss Babcock, Mom's Rival

Star Wars Ahsoka Tano, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Asajj Ventress, Princess Leia, Barriss Offee, Captain Phasma, Rey

Sym-bionic Titan Lance, Ilana, Octus, Kimmy Mysner, Kristin, Driving Instructor, Barbara, Maribel

Generator Rex Rex Salazar, Squid, Circe, Rebecca Holiday, Breach, Noah Nixon, Claire Bowman, Cricket, Biowulf, Valentina

Samurai Jack Jack, Ashi, Scotsman's daughters, Princess Mira, Queen Krystle

OnePunch Man Saitama, Genos, Tatsumaki, Fubuki, Mosquito Girl, Do-S, Psykos, Mizuki, Asami, Natalie Ver 9, Raptora, Reptora, Shadow Ring, Tanktop Girl, Mumen Rider, Twin Tail, Wavygyaza, Lin-Lin, Lily, Maiko Plasma, Pink Hornet, Monsters

Goddess of Victory: Nikke Elegg

My Little Pony Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Spike, Fluttershy, Rarity, Chrysalis, Discord, Princess Luna, Zecora

Shantae Shantae, Rotty-Tops, Monsters, Sky, Risky Boots, Empress Siren, Seven Sirens

Tomo-Chan is a Girl Tomo Aizawa, Carol Olsten, Misuzu Goudou, Junichirou Kubota, Akemi Aizawa, Ferris Olsten, Misaki Goundou, Kousuke Misaki

Monster Musume Miia, Rachnera, Lala, Centorea, Papi, Suu, Kuruko Smith, Cathyl, Abul, Sekmeti, Zombina, Doppel, Tionishia, Polt, Curie Drakulya, Leechi, Moskii, Kii, Kino

Doki Doki Literature Club Monika, Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki

Plus sized elf Elfuda, Ino Akiho, Mero, Medesa, Satero, Kusahanada, Kuroeda, Raika, Oeda, Oga, Oku, Gonda, Naoe Tomoatsu

Fairy Tail Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Erza Scarlet, Gajeel Redfox, Brandish μ, Mirajane Strauss, Levy McGarden,

[asmrtist-brainrot]

Redacted Listeners (Dari Ver.)

IT'S DONEEEE!!!

This is me mostly talking about like clothing aesthetics.

Also establishing how I see these characters and giving them names!

This is my interpretation and gives me a chance to think about character design a little more! And to help me remember how I plan on dressing/representing their clothes.

~ Dari

Angel | Malak or Mal - (they/she) [27]

Name Meaning: Angel (Arabic origin)

Arab-Thai

Short and heavy set. Shaved head and darker skinned, big black lashes, and dark brown eyes.

AFAB//Fashion and general expression leans femme, shifts between not wearing and wearing a binder. Hair is buzzed so is seen as more androgynous. Clothing style waives more in the light academia casual, wears lots of high waist and crop tops. Also, hoodies, hoodies for days - all types - zippered, pullovers, sleeveless, oversized, cropped, etc.

Baabe | Apis - (they/him) [25]

Name Meaning: “Bee” in Latin

Turkish

Messy, curled, dyed blue hair pulled in a half-bun. Eyes are a deep green. Skin is midtone. Silver ear cuff on right ear, key on chain necklace.

AMAB//Mostly traditionally masculine features with the exception of longer lashes and silky skin, hair is grown out and curly. Well groomed, with a mid tone voice that could be construed as any part of the spectrum. Notably broad shoulders and strong arms. Simple and clean fashion, professional more often than not, if not in athleisure wear.

Bright Eyes | Lux - (they/she/he + primarily uses they/them) [20]

Name Meaning: Light (of Greek origin)

Greek

Unkempt blue-white hair worn short with bangs. Eyes were an electric blue before their change. Vamp eyeballs, almost cat-like eyes. Double helixes.

AMAB//Notably considered somewhat of a pretty face, mostly from Freddy's recollection of their high school years - though people found them too intimidating to approach. Bounces all over the spectrum in terms of style. Sticks pretty heavily to the Decora Kei style, somewhat allowing themselves to take all the attention away from Fred. It's a bouncing dichotomy from their foul mouth and sweet face... Frederick and them took somewhat a darker look after their turnings.

Cutie | Hadley, Haddie, or Lee- (they/him)[28]

Name Meaning: Named after Lieutenant Hadley from Star Trek

Irish

Short cropped dark blond hair paired with very pale blue eyes. Peachy skin with lots of freckles! Tattoo behind the ear that says "mind over matter" as nod to their powers. Double lobe piercings, labret, purple gemmed necklace.

AMAB//Generally sticks to a sort of academia look, layered items with focus around jewelry pieces. Loves silver and rings and watches! Generally pretty soft in appearance, sweater vests and jumpers and hoodies. Doesn't do baggy pants unless they're cargos.

Darlin' | Barrett or Rett - (they/she/he, no preference)[26]

Name Meaning: Quote from site: "While some sources say Barrett is of German origin and means “as strong as a bear,” others say it's derived from a Middle English surname meaning “strife” and often given to argumentative people".

Iranian-German

Short bobbed, messy brown hair. Brown skin and deep gold eyes. Muscular. One gold tooth. Right brow has a slit. Gold ear cuffs.

AFAB//Aligned with wolf pack norms, dresses pretty simply with leather jackets, bomber jackets, etc. Still somewhat fashionable, ranging in aesthetics and gender representation. Pretty confident most of the time despite being covered in scars. Athleisure wear if they're not dressing for a formal event.

Doc | Apollo - (he/him)[30]

Name Meaning: Apollo is the god of healing

Haitian-American

Dark skinned with twists in dark hair. Big lips and pretty blue eyes, labret cuff and dimple piercings. Double lobe piercings.

AFAB//Minimalist style. Enjoys soft, flowing fabrics. Black and white and tans, isn’t a fan of all black. Something of a beige enjoyer, sticks to solids. Has an affection for boots and pantsuits! Lots of statement earrings!

Dreamer | Roya - (he/they)[29]

Name Meaning: Dream (Persian Origin)

Persian

Dark skinned. Deep teal eyes. Dark hair in braids, extensions are a pretty teal.

AMAB//Style is truly grunge, jackets and ripped jeans. Sleeves ripped off every shirt, paired with beanies and combat boots, multiple types of chunky jewelry… Hates shorts though. Lots of piercings!!!

Freelancer | Caron or Ronnie - (they/them)[22]

Name Meaning: Loving (Welsh Origin)

Viet-Welsh

Black bobbed hair with dyed tips. Pretty dark eye bags. On the bigger side. A lil' pale. Scattered tattoos. 

AFAB//Not really one for any fancy dressing, enjoys dressing casually if at all possible. Style preferences lean gothic, mostly in comfortable hoodies and bracelets - also likes fishnets and arm warmers. Dresses pretty diversely; but likes skirts/dresses for the ease of not needing to put on pants.

Love | J. A. A. I. or Jai- (no preference, referred to with they/them)[physically 21]

Name Meaning: J. A. A. I. stands for “just an artificial intelligence”, Jai is of Indian Origin and meaning “triumph” or “victory”

White, nearly gray skin. Hair is black and long. Eyes are bright green with a ring of white around the pupil. Panelling is subtle.

INTERSEX//Not strictly interested for any type of fashion one way or another. Likes soft, plush or fuzzy items though, scarves and shirts in particular. Would live in pajama pants if they could.

Lovely | Beau - (they/them)[25]

Name Meaning: Beauty, Handsome (French Origin)

French

Soft strawberry blond hair, short 2 block haircut with white tips. Mid-tone brown skin. Yellow/gold eyes. Has gauges with hoops in them.

AMAB//Pastel goth babe. A truly deeply ingrained affection for sweet, bright colors but also the macabre. Only started incorporating more black into their fashion after being turned. Lives in demonias and dramatic black makeup. Lots of pink to match their dyed hair.

Mentor | Nason - (she/they)[24]

Name Meaning: Helper (Biblical/Anglo-Saxon Origin)

Scottish-Mexican

Long side bangs and short blond hair, side bangs are dyed a light blue. Lightly tanned skin and soft blue eyes.

AFAB//Our casual girly! Loves animal prints and necklaces, heels basically all the time. Sticks to simple combos; wears primarily pencil skirts and tight slacks at work.

Professor | Dai - (he/they)[25]

Name Meaning: Peace, Calm (Japanese Origin)

Japanese

Blasian! Light-skinned and covered in freckles from head to toe, long, black curly hair tied into a ponytail. Snake bite piercings and tongue ring, both gold.

AMAB//Soft boi fashions!! Layers on layers! White sweaters and collared undershirts!! Lots of different crew neck sweatshirts, loves his converse and cuffed pants.

Seer | Aya - (he/they)[33]

Name Meaning: Sword (Old German Origin)

Danish-Swiss

Has albinism. Wild bleach blond curls. Masked their completely white seer eyes with brown contacts; usually but wears sunglasses too. Small lips and covered in freckles.

AMAB//(undetermined)

Smartass | Akira or Aki - (she/he, no preference)[28]

Name Meaning: Bright, Intelligence (Japanese Origin)

Hispanic-Japanese

Bobbed soft lightish brown hair with silver dyed tips. Mid-tone skin. Baby blue eyes. Wears black framed Warby Parkers. Also has a gold necklace. 

AFAB//Our business casual hoe, tight slacks and multiple types of button downs/collared shirts. Fun pops of color and unique types of collar pins and cufflinks. Patterned sweaters and blazers!! Likes it a lil’ fancy.

Starlight | Juno or Jun - (they/them)[24]

Name Meaning: Child of June, Youthful. Named after the Queen of the Gods but more in reference to the constellation (Greek/Latin Origin)

Greek-Chinese

Baby purple hair styled in a half-shave with yellow tips. Honey brown eyes. Light freckles. Crescent moon earrings.

AMAB//Space prints for days, lots of chokers! Plays with different types of fashion, doesn’t really stick to one type of style but wears mostly dark colors.

Sunshine | Sol - (xe/xir/xim)[23]

Name Meaning: Sun (Spanish Origin)

Cuban-Australian

Messy, short dark hair. Dark eyes. Vitiligo. Freckles. Sun earrings.

AFAB//Sweaters, sweater vests, hoodies - anything comfortable. Off the shoulder, usually layered. Shorts too, always shorts. Will wear leggings underneath if it’s too cold.

Sweetheart | Nox - (he/they)[24]

Name Meaning: Night (Latin Origin)

Italian

Somewhat wavy dark hair, pulled back into a high pony or bun. Eye color changes based on colored contacts. Skin is lightly tanned. Double lobes pierced, black choker. E-girl hearts on cheeks.

AFAB//Vintage babe, film noir type beat. 1950s type, lots of simple button downs and pattered shirts. Biker/bomber jackets, layered over a solid shirt. Clean and slick… Does like leather though, harnesses and jackets and boots.

Warden | Pyxis - (they/them)[??]

Name Meaning: Name references the box, or compass of the ship Argo

Tall and on the light skinned side. Hair is dark blue and white. Eyes are a deep purple/lavender. Horns are white and similar in style to Avior's but fade into their skin. Wears silver horn jewelry. Echo eye bolo tie. Lavender butterfly on the inside of the left wrist. 

???//Casual. Lots of long sleeves and business type looks, mostly as the time they spend in Elegy is always due to business. Likes cool colors, leans masculine but pops fun textures and patterns. Likes lace and ruffles in particular. Likes jewelry for their horns and bolo ties.

[lgcjino]

SHE LEFT HIM IN THE DARK WITH HER WINGS IN THE SUN — ATTICUS .

🪽 THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL .

jino goes into the fitting head empty but open to ideas. 

what he wasn’t expecting for the designer to have so many ideas that would have jino leaving the initial appointment with many things to consider. it was easy to say that jino was not of the fashion-forward mind: not when his daily wardrobe consisted of a pair of nicely fitted jeans that ran straight to just below his ankle and a clean t-shirt that was monotonously similar to the dozen of other t-shirts he had at his disposal. he was no adventurous nor did he pretend to be so, he wore what was comfortable, accessible and brought ease to his daily life. 

( aka what could easily be swapped for gym athleisure at a single notice for when he decided to work out )

coming to the second appointment, jino has not really made up his mind but comes prepared with some notes (read: one note). the only input jino really gives is that he wants to stray from offense and the obvious ‘in-your-face’ religious concept that the designer had first proposed. as someone who doesn’t practice the faith, he didn’t want to give the wrong idea or offend by donning something that could otherwise be considered a ‘mockery’ of it. rather than saying the inspiration was for saint gabriel, the angel who brought news of jesus’ birth, they come to a compromise of instead rearing the concept for an ensemble that would touch upon the idea in a more atheistical perspective:

herein lies the conception of the christmas angel.

THE DESIGNER INSPIRATION & EVENTUAL STYLIZATION .

( 1 ) gold flakes in messily slicked back hair. ( 2 ) stars. ( 3 ) saint gabriel aka the christmas angel. ( 4 ) white crocus flowers stitched in gold. ( 5 & 6 ) gold motifs, gold wings stitched into the shoulder to the mid-to-lower back of the suit jacket. ( 7 ) see #9. ( 8 ) (pictured below) a gold winged key necklace & (not pictured) a gold tennis bracelet and index finger knuckle ring. ( 9 ) so much body glitter that he was just asking for the holy spirit to come for him

a little background information of the designer jino had the pleasure of working with: because i could not stfu and this is fun 

 the designer that paired up with jino goes by the name xiwoo lee. a zainichi korean who was born in osaka, japan. he graduated from osaka bunka fashion college and came under the guidance of tsumori chisato. after he became independent, he was active as a costume maker and a embroidery artist until 2021. there he made his debut with his own collection, going from japan to korea frequently; despite this, he releases works irregularly.

THE FOCAL POINT IS THE JACKET .

lined with a velvet as dark as twilight, the inner lining is also hand-stiched with ivory crocus flora to signify the beginnings of spring and the ending of winter as crocus flowers are known to bloom even in the midst of a fallen snowbed. the feathers are constructed from silk; about 300 were made for the pair of 'wings' at the suit's back of a single breasted jacket.

the jacket is paired with an accompanying trouser of similar velvet; sewn at the seams with a subtle gold thread and gold fastenings. 

he carries three jewelry pieces: a gold winged key necklace, neatly tucked into the neckline of his jacket; a gold tennis bracelet; and a index finger knuckle ring. jino isn’t used to jewelry aside from a necklace his mother gifted him for his eighteenth birthday so that was taken into account with how they accessorized him. all in all, the main show was to be the back of the jacket so adornments were kept at the utmost minimum, if possible. as his ears are not pierced, they forgo any other pieces.

his hair is slicked back, some of it flickering out at the end, some of it flexing forward into his eyes. it’s neat but not really to juxtapose the intricacy of the wings at his back. it’s a hairstyle jino doesn’t sport often (or at all, for that matter) — definitely something outside of his comfort zone — as it highlights his wide forehead. the stylist even had his brows trimmed because of the way his hair was arranged; the bushiness of his usual brow was not the look they were going for.

and lastly, he is dusted with what was supposed to be a subtle sheen of gold body glitter — but when he went to wash it off that night, the glitter was not subtle nor was it little as it washed down the drain — going from his jaw into the depths of his abdominal muscles. 

( having helped put the glitter on, if you were in hand-to-hand contact with jino during that night, you probably got a little glitter on you )

MORE INFORMATION, THE DAY OF .

the day of, jino will be equipped with little hand warmers stuffed into the pocket of his trousers because the likelihood that xiwoo lee will let him wear something underneath the jacket is zilch because it ruins the fantasy. so, he is quite literally freezing on the carpet.

he is currently fasting and dehydrated and had to be under a very strict diet/workout regimen to further amplify his abdominal muscles despite the very slight hint of them being seen — the focal point were his back muscles (the upper traps and rhomboids) because those were on full display from the back of the jacket.

unexpectedly, perhaps due to the lack of a proper shirt, jino keeps the jacket on for the whole night — even if the wings did began to itch at his lower waist by the end.

OTHER .

'vogue' template

actual suit is by a designer named tanaka daisuke from his 2022 a/w show

better picture of the back of the jacket

chaemin's main picture is from his allure shoot from july 2023

[binniexkay]

"Piece of a Puzzle" Introductions

Hello!

It’s Kay here, and I hope you all will enjoy my story! But before we start, I would like to introduce our main character, Raven. Raven is a singer in the girl group Starlight, based in New York. Starlight consists of 5 members: Victoria, Nicole, Kira, Amy, and Raven. All of these girls met online through their love of music and other interests along the way. That being said, you may call it laziness on my part, but I will be basing their songs on songs that already exist. So think of it as an alternate universe to ours, but mostly everything is still (hopefully) correct in the world of Stray Kids. The only things that I will claim to be mine are Starlight, their manager, choreographer, friends of the girls, stylists of the girls, and basically anything pertaining to the girls of Starlight.

Starlight was established in June 2015 with their EP, “Better Together.” They are based out of New York City, with some connections in Los Angeles. Their current manager is Xavier Kim, who is their second manager due to complications from their original label company, Euphonic Entertainment. They are currently under Paradise Records, with soloists Mikayla Kim and Eric Howe. I will not reveal any of their tracks until they are needed throughout the story. Those will be surprises.

Here’s a little breakdown of each member of Starlight:

Victoria Amin is our eldest. Born July 7, 1995, in Houston, Texas. She is considered the mom-friend of the entire group. She is also known to be the calmest and most patient of the group. Not only that, but she can speak fluent English, Arabic, Japanese, and Korean (her Spanish is a bit rough sometimes). Her father is Egyptian, and her mother is Saudi Arabian, but they divorced after her youngest brother was born. She has three younger brothers. She was a professional dancer growing up. Hidden fun fact: She loves collecting Lego sets.

Nicole Abel was born on August 27, 1996, in Atlanta, Georgia. She is in charge of helping their choreographer, May. Can speak fluent English, French, Korean, and Spanish. Her mother is Barbadian, and her father is Chadian. She is considered the most friendly person in the group and is extremely outgoing. She has an older sister. She was a professional dancer growing up. Hidden fun fact: She makes her own jewelry.

Kira Imai was born on April 5, 1997, in San Diego, California. She is the main producer of their music. She also takes part in writing. She speaks fluent Japanese, Italian, English, and Korean. She is also outgoing, and she is another mom friend as well. Her father is half-Italian and half-Japanese, and her mother is Japanese. She has an older brother and a twin brother. She was a professional dancer growing up. Hidden fun fact: She loves crocheting clothes and often does so for herself and loved ones. She knows a lot of K-pop dances.

Amy Lee was born on October 15, 1998, in Sacramento, California. She is responsible for writing for the group. Can speak fluent English, Mandarin, Korean, Japanese, Spanish, and French. She is considered to be quiet but is still very outgoing. She has an older brother, an older sister, and a younger sister. Her father is Chinese, and her mother is Malaysian. She was a professional dancer growing up. Hidden fun fact: She is a master chef and baker.

Raven Yves, our youngest, was born on February 17, 2000, in Brooklyn, New York. She is considered the “Google translator” of the group because she has an interest in learning new languages. She can fluently speak English, Spanish, Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, French, Arabic, etc. You get the point. She is considered to be more on the introverted side; she does open up, but it will take her a minute to do so. She is the only child who was raised by her mother. Her mother is African American, and her father is Mexican. She was also a professional dancer growing up (seeing a pattern yet?). Hidden fun fact: She is also a master chef, but she also does her own nails and often does her members’ nails. She also basically knows a lot of K-Pop dances as well.

Now introducing the team at Paradise Records!

Xavier Kim was born on June 3, 1990. He is the current manager of Starlight. He worked at the girls’ previous label but offered to manage the girls as they left. He’s detailed, wants the best interests of the girls, and will do whatever it takes for them to get the recognition they deserve (we love a sweetheart). He also helps the choreographer, as he is also a professional dancer. He’s extremely extroverted. Has a fiancé, Rune Adams.

May Gomez was born on May 4, 1994. She is the choreographer for Starlight. She is basically the older sister of all the girls. She’s a perfectionist; any mistake she makes will be noticed. She is a little introverted, but she will call out anything and everything. She followed them from their previous company because she just loved them so much. She is married to her husband, Eli Gomez, and has a son.

Mai Young was born on December 17, 1992. She is the head stylist and head of the makeup team for Starlight. She personally designs any looks the girls wear to red carpets, concerts, fan meets, and so on. Another older sister to the girls. She worked for them at their previous company as an assistant stylist and was offered the head job by Xavier, with recommendations from all the girls. She is pretty reserved but lets her quirky personality shine around the girls.

Valentino Armani was born on September 23, 1987. He’s the head bodyguard for the girls, and he travels wherever they go. He is more reserved than all the guards. Furthermore, he is practically the older brother to the girls; he’s softer when they are around (I love making soft-hearted men; it’s great). He’s a bit of a nerd and often geeks out when someone brings up a topic he loves. Secretly loves K-pop girl groups (even does the dances).

Level Up: a group of background dancers for Paradise Records. It consists of the following members: Adam, Jayla, Layla, Luna, Enrique, Zaya, Willow, Sasha, Astra, and Hayden.

Mikayla Kim was born on February 17, 1998, in New York, New York. She and Raven are childhood best friends (along with Adam and a girl named Francesca), they are basically twins. She is a soloist under Paradise Records. Likewise, she is a master musician, being able to play many instruments. She is Korean. Likewise, she was raised mostly by her mother, who is referred to as Mama Kim, but also received help from Raven’s mother.

And well, that is everyone that you will all need to know for now. And to make this a bit more believable, whenever characters are speaking Korean, it will be italicized. Hope you enjoy reading!

[skz-chatbot]

Princess: I have a question. Could I keep this? It feels perfect.

Innie: I already bought it. You’re an angel in this.

Han: otherworldly my love, and so perfect to us.

[Princess gets undressed, and gets ready for the next part of Princess Day with Minho.]

Princess: thank you for making me feel beautiful today boys.

Innie and Han: always baby, we love you so much.

(They drive Princess to the bridal jewelry store and give her one last kiss before handing her off to Lee Know.)

Princess: hi sweetheart. I didn’t make you wait, did I?

💫 anon

No princesa you didn't. Even if you did id gladly wait for you

[sex-and-da-city]

California Core

Wake up with the blue sky, different sunglasses, breakfast by the ocean, rosy blush, light and fresh clothes, delicious fruits, chlorophyll juice, lots of palm trees, glazed skin, gold jewelry, sunscreen, fresh perfumes, hydrated hair, pink pilates princess, glazed donut nails, Ben&Jerry's' ice cream, girl next door meets a pop start, Bella and Hailey energy, Victoria's Secret's angel, Fendi baguette, VOGUE's videos, surfing in Malibu, Devon Lee Carlson vibes, vip parties at night, shopping mall, vintage camera captures

[styleofdiamandis]

            LOVE + FEAR TOUR: OLIMA & WESTWOOD

In the first chapter of our “Love + Fear” Tour fashion story, we looked at the impeccable designs LA-based Maggie Barry created for our girl’s fourth promotional tour. This time, we’re gonna take a look at the all the super fun corset costumes Marina wore!

We’re starting off strong with a custom set by OLIMA. The detailed corset top and matching silky shorts were custom-made by the Los Angeles-based costume designer in various colors and prints. The first one in plain teal!

All of Marina’s jewelry here is signed by Sylvia Toledano. She wore the Petite Candy hoops in gold brass with turquoise, turquoise verte, cornaline, yellow onyx, amethyst, died ruby and moonstone...

...the Fall/Winter 2019 Lee long necklace with multicolored stones which she wrapped twice around her neck...

...and the Byzantine cuff with green turquoise, dried ruby, turquoise, amethyst, cornaline, green onyx, tiger eye, yellow onyx, black onyx and calcedoine.

Her shoes, which match her co-ord perfectly, are Nike’s Air Max 1 Ultra Moire women’s sneakers in white leather and teal suede.

For many other tour dates, Marina opted for a pink version of the same ensemble! This one features some ruching along the sides of the corset and a subtle fringe trim along the hem of her shorts.

You should instantly recognize these stunners by now. These pink Jelly hoops belong to the “Loucite” collection of Alison Lou!

Our girl also added on some golden accessories from Lilith by Sita. First up, the Sita snake thin choker in brass.

Not to forget, her Sita gold-plated brass snake charm and chain belt!

Marina loves being comfortable on stage! So a pair of the Nike Huarache sneakers in full white completed the look.

The cutest corset ever is this white & blue silk one that features a printed photo of Marina’s two fur kittens Mavis and Jupiter! She also wore some high-waisted lace-up silk shorts.

For some other tour dates, Marina opted for this rich purple silk co-ord set with green paintbrush stroke-esque bits...

...which she matched with the Tuleste chartreuse marabou pom-pom dangle earrings.

For her show in Austin (TX), Marina debuted a white silk corset with coral & gold abstract jacquard front, and high-waisted mini skirt with two slits.

She accessorized with her beloved Chanel gold-tone metal diamond-shaped textured CC logo clip earrings…

...and the gold sunburst logo necklace, another vintage treasure from the French maison. Also, the aforementioned Lilith by Sita choker.

One of the most iconic looks from her tour is the Vivienne Westwood Spring/Summer 1988 “Pagan I” collection boned silk corset featuring the iconic pink teddy bear. 

Her billowy silk ruffle shorts are custom-made by OLIMA.

The second Vivienne Westwood silk corset comes from the Fall/Winter 1992 “Always on Camera” collection and features a collie print with 3D bow at the front. It was sourced at Paparazzi 2000 Vintage.

[trashydemigodmess]

2 for dex <3

"Rose-colored boy, I hear you making all that noise about the world you want to see. And oh, I'm so annoyed, 'cause I just killed off what was left of the optimist in me." - rose-colored boy, paramore

Los Angeles, 2014

“Okay, so we just need you guys to answer some quick questions, goof around, really like, ham it up. The usual.” The Assistant Director explained. They were surrounded by what could only be described as a record store—if it were dreamt up by a ten year old. Bright, colorful, full of unnecessary knick-knacks for hijinks, and far too large than any regular record store would be. That is, a typical Disney Channel show set. The two teens were seated in typical, actor chairs and nodding along as the AD continued, “This is going to air during commercials to drum up hype for the final season.”

Dex was looking up at the ceiling, a makeup artist tapping powder under his eyes. He gave a thumbs up in response as he sucked up some more Red Bull from the neon pink straw in the can. They’d finished filming for the day and had moved on to press. A couple hours and three different interviews with Tiger Popstar 14 Beat or whatever the magazines names were later, and he was clearly ready for it all to be over. Grace, on the other hand, was smiley as ever. Despite how equally over it she was, she still chirped a happy “Sounds good!” in response.

People were setting up cameras, adjusting lighting, and—his stomach rumbled, eliciting a sigh, “God, I’m starving.”

A Production Assistant fluttering around overheard and stopped by his chair, “Did you want me to have someone get something for you?”

“I’m good,” Dex gave a tired, appreciative smile, knowing whatever grilled chicken salad thing his trainer would much rather he eat was sitting in his trailer.

Grace leaned over. She was still fully in costume: a polka dotted skater dress, with a t-shirt layered under it and very loud, chunky jewelry. Peak 2014. Peak Disney Channel. Her hair was perfectly curled, and it bounced as she nudged his arm, “What are you doing after this?”

He rolled his head over to look at her, “Voice lesson.”

“Can you cancel it and we can get In-N-Out?”

The conspicuous smile on her face was infectious, and he couldn’t help but grin, “We’re already running late, so…” Dex shrugged, glancing at the crew still putting together the shot, “Probably. I think I’ll survive the movie with one less voice lesson.”

“Alright guys—!” Another crew member finally called out, “We’re ready for you!”

The sun had set by the time they were driving through the Hills, Dex’s car filling with the scent of burgers and fries. He found a usually touristy pull off spot—a cliff overlooking the city—to park. The lights of LA glittered in the valley below them, the evening haze settling over the sky in a dull shade of purple.

An elated noise escaped his mouth as he finally bit into the burger, “Holy shit,” Dex groaned, sinking into the leather seat as he sloppily devoured the food, “Bless you, Gracie Lee, you just saved my whole night.”

Grace cackled, grabbing a chunk of her Animal Fries, slathered in cheese and caramelized onions and whatever godly special sauce the burger chain put on everything. “That’s what I’m here for.” Her fingers were already a mess, searching for a napkin somewhere in the bag of food, “Is your dad gonna kill you for getting grease all over your fancy new Range Rover?”

“Nah,” Dex glanced around his car, his sixteenth birthday present, “He’ll probably be glad I got a burger.” He sat up a bit and put on his fairly spot-on impression of his father, deepening his voice and leaning into the Texas accent, “What’s this chicken feed they’re makin’ you eat? You’re getting too skinny. You need a lil’ grease to keep the gears turnin’ smoothly.”

Grace giggled and offered him some of her fries, which he gladly took. “When do you leave for New York?”

“Next Thursday.” Dex answered automatically, like it’d been burned into his brain for months, then sighed, “I haven’t even started packing yet.”

She could see the million other tasks he had to accomplish before then run through his head and behind his eyes. The slow toll of the past couple of years was starting to settle behind the bright blue. Being famous was exhausting. That’s something they fail to tell all the bright-eyed ten year olds begging their parents to be on TV. If you’re not careful, they’ll wring you out of all your worth until there’s nothing left and move on to the next one. Dex always said she was a pessimist. Sweet, golden-hearted Dex, determined to constantly one-up himself, go bigger, do more. Eager to please, and blessed with the burden of far too much talent to waste. And now here he was, about to wrap up the TV show that shot him to fame, and he was already ten steps ahead, preparing for the movie he was on his way to film merely days after.

“Kylie wants to throw me a going away party.” He continued, before Grace could get a responsible word in, “Probably like, over the weekend. You wanna come?”

“The last time Kylie threw you a party, you wound up drunkenly making out in the pool. Which I believe was, uh, after you’d already made out with Hailey in a coat closet, right?”

Dex waggled his eyebrows, the grin on his face unfazed, “Maybe that’s why she wants to throw another one.”

Naturally, he’d taken to the other famous nepotism babies in this city like a house on fire. Their lives were flashy, dramatic, and larger than life for a bunch of sixteen year olds. Even seeing it with her own two eyes, sometimes it didn’t feel real. Tumblr ate it up, though. Grace didn’t mind them, they were all nice enough. But clearly she, who came from a normal family of teachers, was lacking whatever made the rest of them click like they did. Dex always included her, though. Never wanting to leave out anyone he cared about.

“Y’all exhaust me,” Grace laughed, “Sure. I’ll come.”

He made a happy noise and squeezed her arm, “Yay! Oh my God, I’m so glad. I can’t leave this city without seeing you.” And she knew he meant that more than anything.

Dex finished his burger, and she finished her fries. Their comfortable silence and camaraderie settled in the car like a favorite blanket, letting the city go about its night below them.

[tzyunaes]

YOUR MORNING EYES, 𓈒𓈒 i could stare like watching stars

엔하이픈 𖹭   𝑓𝖾𝗆 — reader      𓂃  acts of love &&.  fluff est. relationship ／ skinship kisses (  8OO  )   ✦   ARCHiVE

note : not my best but hope you enjoy ! :>

LEE HEESEUNG

always listens to your rants after a long day with a lovesick smile on his face, whether it's important or not, he's always all ears when you are talking about your day.

fixes the collar of your jacket and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead every time before he leaves.

sends you voice notes of him singing your favourite song when you tell him that you can't fall asleep.

lets you win in games cause he's in love with the silly smug smile on your face when you get to win.

keeps a hand on your waist whenever he's around that it's became a habit by now.

PARK JONGSEONG

makes your favorite breakfast and packs lunch for you everyday and makes sure that you've eaten.

asks about your day and listens to all the details intently.

carries your bag for you without a second thought.

always carries an extra hair scrunchie for you.

brushes your hair from your face and holds it in a soft grip from the behind whenever you lean forward to eat while leaving your hair open.

loves giving you gifts without any special occasion cause he wants to.

"no, angel, my money is your money.”

SIM JAEYUN

helps you with putting on jewelries, as his hand brushes against your skin, he could see the pink shade scarring your cheeks.

pulls you in a random hug in the most random time of the day.

absentmindedly plays with your hand, tracing the veins inside your wrist in silence.

every time you forget anything home, he's got you.

brings your favourite snacks on his way home.

gives you special gifts with notes that have a backstory behind it that never fails to make you feel so special and loved.

PARK SUNGHOON

he could listen to you talking and the little giggles you leave as you talk for hours and hours and eventually never get tired of it.

notices the finest details about your preferences and takes a mental note of them.

loves ruffling your hair to tease you. pats your head and leaves kisses on the top of your head.

always grabs your hand in his to lead you through crowds, which always makes you feel secure.

takes pictures of the things that remind him of you and shows you afterwards.

stares at your peacefully asleep face for hours like it's the mesmerizing fireworks, but apparently to him, you're much more bewitching than that.

KIM SEONWOO

squeezes your hand when you're stressed or overwhelmed about something, surprisingly he always knows when you are so.

leaves trails of kisses on your face, leading through bursting into giggles together.

arranges a self-care day for you every month.

helps you with drying your damp hair and brushes your hair softly with affection visible in his eyes.

loves baking your favorite dessert with you, even though you both know it won't turn out to be perfect, he lives for the happiness in your eyes.

YANG JUNGWON

pulls you in a bear hug from the back in the kitchen when you're cooking dinner, tracing nonsense doodles with his fingers as he rests his head on the crook of your neck.

threads his fingers through your hairs in silence as you do your chores.

loves picking you up and spinning in a circle for no reason.

always takes pictures of you doing anything and everything cause he likes to stare at them like a fool in love when you're not around.

even though he loves to be babied by you, he'd still be protective and defensive of you, no matter what, he'd always make sure that you were safe and secure.

NISHIMURA RIKI

gives you massages even without you asking for it, he'd always do it for you.

playful tickle fights go go go!!!

is a giant baby with you when he's tired. he'd let you stroke his hair as he rests his head on your lap.

hides his face on the crook of your neck whenever he's flustered.

always holds your stuff for you.

could rant about you to his friends all day long.

loves to take strolls around the city with you at midnight and just be silly.

gives a kiss on the top of your head.

makes a wish for you under the stars without you knowing cause he's “nonchalant” and can't let you know how deep he's already fallen for you.

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