#adj v

[kim-dokja-you-adjective-bastard]

kim dokja you mysterious yet vulnerable normal-sized bastard.

kim dokja you dead bastard.

[fckinglion-archive]

@tartt9 — pre-established dynamic meme.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based off of circumstance  /  based off of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[kresnikcest]

i got great news for 2021 me on what present me's current interest is.

[mexashepot]

Me, jokingly: It's funny, when you think about it, that the guests for Sofiko's recent concert were a married couple, while the guests for her previous concert where exes...

Makes me wonder what the status of the guests in her next concert will be xD

My friend, in all seriousness: A future couple.

[kkkindered]

[ KISS ]: sender shows up at the receiver's door and impulsively pulls them in for a passionate kiss that punctuates a lengthy slow-burn between the two. // your choice

Fuuuuuuck.

He screwed up.

Kio hand drags his bangs away from his face as he shuts his bedroom door. Running away after flirting to the sun and back is pathetic. The hand scratches at the low sides of his head. Blinking through his panic as he slides to the floor.

He is so pretty. How is supposed to act if not flirt like he's going to die? You can't ask that of him! Are you insane? Those calculating eyes that turn round and wide when he whispers an innuendo into his ears.

He's so smart. Can talk circles around people in the field he's dedicated himself to. That's he left his mind, body and soul absorb because it's what he wants. So sure in his knowledge and Kio can't help but want to hear him mess up a sentence when he realizes where Kio's eyes rest.

(His mouth? Those hands? His arms, if his sleeves slip? His ass. Kio knows, and he'll take no contest in the matter, that under those layers Atreus has very lovely rump. He sees Astra. They're related. It has to be in those jeans (HA) Not that anyone has to know he's watched Astra's ass. K'in especially. He'd like to keep his head on his shoulders.)

His head is now nestled between his knees as he sulks.

He's going to have to avoid him now. It's gonna kill him, he thinks. Avoid him? Turn the corner if he sees him walking down the same hall he's walking up? Instead of making up some bullshit excuse to accompany the man?

Might as well ask him to break his own leg.

And it continues like this. Kio's mind whirling. Waxing immature poetry over Atreus and him lamenting over having to move away and change his name. Of having to scrap the wedding plans and the big house they'd live in. If they decided to move, that is.

Until there was a knock on the door.

“Huh-?" He straightens so abruptly that the back of his head connects to the door.

“Fuck---hold on!”

He gets up and forces out a breath. Grabs the handle and pulls it in to himself. The hall is a bit chilly, the big ceiling tall windows probably still cracked open.

“What's-- 'Treus?”

He didn't get anymore than that out. Couldn't. Not that he had planned to but god damn, he can't now.

It better than he imagined. And trust him, he's imagined it plenty.

He tastes like herbal tea and charcoal. Smells like sweat (was he rushing?) and something so distinctly him that Kio can't fight the urge to lick at his lips. It was chaste until then. Simply a beautiful press of lips touching. Sparking fireworks behind Kio's eyes.

But he had to ruin it.

Atreus pulls away, still holding Kio's head in his hands.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Hm?" It takes a few moments for Kio's brain to start back. He had ran away after asking the man a question.

'Should I kiss you to see if you like me?'

“You like me?”

“I kissed you.”

“You did.”

Kio runs a finger under Atreus' eye. Cocky smile taking over the dazed frown of his lips, “So you have some gusto behind those glasses.”

“I liked it better when you couldn't speak.” Atreus grumbles. Pout pursing his swollen lips.

“Kiss me again.”

Though Kio didn't wait for Atreus to lean in. Grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down.

[trolledu]

[kkkindered]

Something akin to dread finds its way at the back of Zara’s throat when they hold her hand. She freezes. Breath hitching as she stares at their joined hands. Lips tugging down to a frown at his words and the predicament she put herself in. Again.

“ Intact but not working. ”

Are they going to rip it off? Twist it? Would they twist it all the way 'round? Three-sixty?

Her eyes grow misty at the sudden cold. Dread getting thicker. Coating her palate. She thinks her hands are going to start shaking soon.

“ W-what? Place something in me? ” Her eyes widen. If she wasn’t terrified of her hand detaching—Zara would have jerked at the feeling of something against her palm.

Its gross. Why is it moving? What is that? What do they mean in her?

“ Can't we just use a ph—one or something? ” They're listing these things without care. What the fuck? Threaten? Her life is a damn threat to itself. Hear them? So she's going to go mad.

This is great.

Of course she'd be the one to enter a deal with a monster.

Though what else did you want from her? Either this or die. Well. They did say dying would've been better, didn't they.

She can't go proving them right now. That's just embarrassing.

Distantly, Zara wonders who blighted her for her life to turn out this way. What crime did she commit that left her homeless and then trapped in a corner? She's sure Zara of the past couldn't have been as bad as her now.

Requests?

Her teeth unlatch from her lip, “ Little complaint? I must tell you I complain like no other, you'd hate to do this. Think about— ” Her voice chokes off.

Her back bows. Leaning forward instead of away at the last moment at the feeling of something digging. It's constant. Through skin and whatever stringy bits that come before bone.

She sniffles in pain. The pain isn't extraordinary, but it is intruding. This thing bullying its way past carefully placed anatomy out of mindless gluttony? greed?

A crease of pain flashes again. Right before, it's just a dull, strange ache. There is only so much one can do when something is making home in you.

The cold is back. It's soothing this time instead of striking. It's all-encompassing instead of a distant chill.

She chances a look. Eyes red rimmed, nose a bit runny and a frown carved on her lips. A bit pain dazed and entirely pissed, “ It was fucking horrible. ”

A beat.

“ Thanks for the place. In advance. ”

The moment their skin meets, the creature's nails curl upwards, clasping around her hand like a sprung trap. Talons press into her flesh, not enough to hurt but enough that if she was to try snatch her hand away it could hurt. "Harsh but fair, little moth." They taunt. "But if you wish for me to praise you, I suppose I could say that your instinct to survive is quite intact."

It's unclear if the god means the words positively, despite trying to phrase it as praise. Regardless they carry on unperturbed. "Right, right. The terms." Icy shadows lap at her hand. The tendrils hovering around her as if waiting for some sort of command. "I shall place something within you. Something that will tether you to me."

Said 'thing' begins to pierce the veil of the god's hand, a creature not from this realm. The mass writhes desperately between their hands, bucking and squirming against the surface of her warmer flesh. "You will never be able to escape me. Every moment you live, my presence will threaten you. If I want you to hear me, you shall. When I come to see you. You will sense me."

"I will make requests of you every now and then. You, of course, will accept them with little complaint." They continue. It's around this time she would begin to feel something. The sensation is perhaps painful, but is clear whatever this creature is? It's madly burying into her skin, twisting itself in between muscle and sinew and making itself at home within her.

"I take care of my things, little moth. So, you will no longer be homeless." The talons dig deeper and once the creature has settled the shadows that had been on standby sweep in to sooth her flesh. Coldness washing over her hand.

It's strange though, there's no entry mark. No sign that the creature had ever been there. Except for occasional the flicker of a dark mass beneath the surface. "I will give you instructions of how to get a hold of my mouthpiece. He will give you room and board."

Pausing, the god assesses her face. "See, that wasn't so bad. Was it?"

[lilac-dreamxxz]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓞rphic⠀⠀.⠀⠀﹙✿﹚

[ adj. ] ⠀⠀mysterious ⠀and⠀ entrancing ;

beyond ordinary understanding .

lovin' ⠀⠀♡⠀ ⠀it ⠀ ⠀hōpelessly

자기야⠀⠀ ... ⠀⠀ v⍺ te faire !

𝗺e & the ⠀ , ⠀⠀★⠀⠀ étoiles

𝑡he⠀ ⠀orphic ⠀⠀ѵoices ⠀⠀❀ ㅤ۫ㅤ

ֺ 㞫 moonlit 𝗺ystery ⊹ ࣭

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— © lilac !

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[its-tortle]

german words i wish existed in english

a messy and incomplete list

nachvollziehen (v.) -- to understand, but less empathetic. i.e. i see the steps that brought you to that conclusion, but i don't understand you.

doch (interj.) -- you're wrong and really it's the opposite of what you said. often said with a healthy dose of sass. i.e. "this isn't a good movie." "doch. (it is)"

frech (adj.) -- somewhere between naughty and sassy and silly. when you're being a bit of a brat, you're being frech.

dreist (adj.) -- audacious, but far more colloquial. when you have the goddamn audacity, you are dreist. i.e. to park that far over the line is dreist as hell

heimat (n.) -- home, but stronger. a home is wherever you have built a life, but heimat is where your roots are. heimat is where you feel pangs of nostalgia when you go to visit your family for christmas and see the shop at the corner.

weltschmerz (n.) -- literally 'world-pain'. the world sucks and sometimes you just sit and feel the pain of it all. that's weltschmerz.

existenzberechtigung (n.) -- the right to exist, often in a comedic context. i.e. pineapple on pizza has absolutely no existenzberechtigung.

fernweh (n.) -- literally 'far-ache'. the opposite of homesickness, the desire to go far away. i guess wanderlust is similar, but that is also a german word, and this is more painful and visceral

schweigen (v./n.) -- the act of not speaking. silence, but more deliberate. the palpable feeling that people are withholding their voice.

verschlimmbesserung (n.) -- when an update with the intention of making something better actually just made it worse. looking at you @staff

[monarchberrysblog]

Hmo but

What if Miguel finds out you used to date the Harry Osborn from your world? You and Harry used to date but broke up on friendly terms but then you meet sometime where Miguel’s visiting your world for a date, and then his possessive instinct is like: She’s mine 😏

Then ✨smut✨ and ofc he has a marking kink

INTERLINKED

credit to @r3ds_art_ on Twitter and Instagram!

✭ 🔞 Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader ✭

✮ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: possessive (adj.) → demanding someone’s total attention and love. having the knowledge that you used to be with someone left a sour taste in miguel’s mouth. especially knowing that you are still in good terms with them to this day.

✭ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: biting kink? (idk what it’s called), cumplay (?), unprotective p-in-v, semi-exhibitionism (y'all get caught), possessive behavior (kinda?)

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜����𝐮𝐧𝐭: +1.7k words

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: mwehehehe (once again, if there are errors i apologize in advance as i felt like i read this multiple times and don't see any errors) enjoy!

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 | 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃

Harry was your first love. Something so fleeing that if you were to blink or glance at it, it disappeared instantly. It blurred into your life the way acrylic colors blended to create a clash of colors like a summer evening in July. It was all tangy and sweet, with a scalding, sweaty undertone. Beautiful yet uncomfortable to endure.

He was sweet, resembling a sweet syrup in any refresher you would get in a coffee shop. Sweet, yet messy. The sap wasn't noticeable until it became unbearable to have in between your fingers.

Enduring the sappy-like texture on the tip of your fingers, wiping the mess clean from your skin, bonding with Henry became inevitable. You didn't want to let him go, but it was for the better for each other.

But after growing out of each other, things ended with a silver lining—growing and learning within a long distance from each other.

Then, you met Miguel.

Another man from another dimension.

Meeting someone from another world was not on your bucket list, let alone in the span of goals you had for the next few years or so. But Miguel managed to tergiversate his way into your plans (and heart). He fit right into your life like a puzzle piece you didn't know was missing.

And you love it.

/

“Is your dish okay? Because if it isn't, I can send it back and—” You fade his rambles with a gentle touch on his hand. “Yes, it's perfect Migs. Thank you.” The sound of cutlery clicking on the white ceramic plates complimented the ambiance of the warm-lit dining area.

Small chatter created a cozy environment that made anyone lull to sleep. “And please, don't yell at the chef like last time.” You forcefully giggle and can almost imagine the events playing out like a storyboard.

“They didn't give you the grilled chicken fillet.” He grumbles, looking away from his dish and to the side, keeping his gaze on the maroon carpet. “Hey,” You gently cupped his cheek, disregarding your silverware. “It’s okay. Sometimes, we make mistakes on off days. It's nothing new.”

“I know,” He pouts. “I just want you to have a warm meal.”

“And I'm grateful for your well-being. Just don't yell at the chef and make them cry again. Please.” You plead, gently rubbing his cheekbone with the pad of your thumb. “…okay.” He grumbles in defeat, taking your hand away from his face and gently holding your hand with a reassuring squeeze.

“I won’t.”

/

You worked on your dish, taking in pasta forkfuls and grilled chicken. Miguel keeps a close eye while eating his dish, savoring his fillet mignon. You basked in the silence, probably in your little world while with him. But a single greeting broke the mellow silence. “Hey,”

It wasn't just a simple “Hey” to get someone’s attention. Instead, it was an exasperated one. The exhale is a sign of relief—the relief of seeing someone familiar after a long period of time. A sigh that read, “Oh, it's been a while; I missed seeing you..”

Miguel’s head turned for him without his brain enabling his thought process. “Oh, hey, Harry.” You smile, showing off your little dimples to him. “What brings you here?” Harry makes his way over to the two of you, unaware of the daggers that Miguel was throwing at him. “I’m here with Miguel. My boyfriend.”

Harry turns his attention to your aggravated partner, oblivious to the aura Miguel sent. “Already moved on? That was fast.”

Not an amusing joke, even for Harry. He lets out a forced laugh, hoping to drown out the awkward air around them—it only made it more suffocating to be in that bubble. “It's been a couple of years.” You laughed, trying to ease the unsteady environment. But it was laughable beyond that point.

While exchanging words, Harry’s wavering eyes remained on you, taking in every feature about you. “You work here?” You ask as you look up at Harry. “As a server only.”

Your smile, cute dimples, everything caught Harry’s attention. It felt like he was looking at the playing field and wondering if he was about to get to second base. The conversation dragged like a snail, going slowly for Miguel.

“But it was nice seeing you.” The only best solution was stepping on the awkward waters rising as Harry nodded and sighed. “Yes, it was nice seeing you too. But let me know if you guys need anything.” With a simple nod, he walks off almost in a rushed manner.

/

“Jesus.” Miguel was now away from the warm dining area of the restaurant and now in the men’s room. He stood in the handicap stall momentarily, burying his face into his palms. The last thing he needed to happen was for you to lecture him on his behavior, especially now that Harry had dropped by unannounced.

“You’re exaggerating, you're exaggerating.” He repeats the mantra, sounding like a possessed man. If anyone were to walk in, some eye brows would have been raised. But after repeating the phrase a couple more times, he stops and rubs his eyes, much to his doctor's dismay about the habit.

“It's fine.” He thinks, reaching for the stall door to step out. But the sound of a familiar voice and a different voice enter the washroom. “Who was that woman who you greeted earlier?”

“An ex,” Harry states matter of factly.

“You miss her, don't you?” The other voice inquires as if they anticipated drama. “I've seen the way you look at her.” The other voice adds. “Yeah, but just as friends! It's been a while since we last spoke.”

A little, just a little?

“But she's with someone else.” Harry stumbles his words, attempting to redeem his words.

“And you don't seem okay with that.” A lingering silence suffocates space immediately. A sigh from Harry fills the space, shattering the awkwardness.

“I'm okay with it. I just miss her company.”

The corner of Miguel’s lip subtly twitches, a sign of irritation. He waits, waiting for the two men to finish their discussion. It wasn't until ten minutes later that they finally left. Almost as if he were following behind, Miguel steps out of the stall silently, feeling his senses get overwhelmed with his typical possessive return once again.

/

“Keep it down for me, bebe. Can you do that for me?” He bites down on your neck and nibbles on your skin. The flat of his tongue lathers against the bite crevices, soothing the dull, aching pain. “Your canines…” Your comment fell silent before his lips kissed the now red mark against your flesh before his hands worked quickly to raise the hem of your skirt. “Shhh, we don't need to get kicked out, do we?” He whispers. The family bathroom immediately got filled with scuffles and moving around of clothes. His ring and pointer finger ghost at your clothed cunt, dragging the tips of his fingers down your entrance, feeling the dampness.

“I just bit you, and you’re all riled up? Pobrecita.” He pouts to you and slowly moves the gusset of your underwear to the side gently with a tug. “Just keep it down for me, okay? Can you do that for me?” His gentle movements drew out soft whines and moans from your mouth like word vomit while his fingers traced your entrance, drawing out your glistening arousal.

"Just be quiet for me," he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, helping himself to another bite of your soft skin. He follows his fingers, delving into your fluttering wall, eagerly taking his fingers in. "Shhh..." The sound of wet, sticky gushes fills the family room bathroom, with your mess dripping down onto the floor and occasionally on the bathroom wall.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, occasionally feeling his two fingers curl slightly. You bit down on your bottom lip, humming out your pleasure to the rhythm of his finger moving in and out.

"Don't make a mess, I don't want you to ruin my watch."

The soft thrusting of his fingers moved rapidly, pulling his fingers out completely before shoving his fingers back into your needy pussy. The rapid thrusts became too much, releasing your mess along with your cum all over the floor before you. "Ay, ya te dije." He pulls his fingers out, shaking his hand dry and lifting you up on the sink counter. "I told you to not make a mess." He put a resting finger against your fluttering core, lightly pushing down to soothe the stretch.

"Spread for me a bit, nena." He whispers and grasps onto your thighs, helping you. You could already imagine the mess you left behind the counter, leaving a glistening mess on the marble. You open up for him with a meek "Okay." You feel your legs trembling against the cold marble. You watch on as Miguel hurries to take off his pants, shoving the pants down quickly and dragging you close to his aching member.

A soft moan escaped your lips, feeling his length rub against your core and clit, lightly thrusting his length in between your entrance. "Let me just prepare myself," He whispers, slowly collecting your slick against his length. You let out a whine before you let out a moan, feeling his tip occasionally slip in between your folds. He thrusted his tip in a couple more times before he continued to grind his length against your clit.

“There we go. Let’s get you comfortable.” He whispers into your ear before he slowly pushes himself in, earning a loud moan from you. He immediately covered your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds.

“Shh, be good and keep it down.” He whispers while gently pushing his tip against your cervix, occasionally earning a soft cry in pain. You felt him slowly pull out and keep a gentle pace. “Is that better, nena?” He croons into your ear. He grinds his length into you, trying to keep your moans and mews at a limit.

“So good, cariño.” He whispers. “Come on, hold on for a while.” His fingers trace the soft red marks on your neck, putting pressure to soothe the pain.

“I want us to be in here for a moment.”

/

The two of y'all rushed out of the bathroom, getting chased out of the restaurant by two servers. “And get out of here! Never come back!” They yell out as soon as the two of you scurry out while adjusting your clothes. You exchanged breathy laughs with each other when you felt the cold air nip at your skin.

“I told you to keep it down.”

[pompadourpink]

Literal French expressions

À deux - at two

À la + n. - in the style of

À la carte - at the menu

À la mode - in fashion

Amateur - lover

Après-ski - after skying

À propos - about

Armoire - wardrobe

Art nouveau - new art

Au naturel - plain

Au pair - at the peer

Auteur - author

Avant-garde - before guard

Bête noire - black beast

Blasé - jaded

Bon appétit - good appetite

Bon voyage - good journey

Boutique - shop

Buffet - credenza

Bureau - office

Canapé - couch

Carte blanche - white card

C'est la vie - that's life

Chauffeur - warmer (n.)

Chef - leader

Cliché - picture

Clique - gang

Connaisseur - "knower"

Coup d'état - blow of state

Coup de grâce - blow of mercy

Coup de foudre - blow of lightning

Couture - sewing (n.)

Cul-de-sac - ass of the bag

Début - beginning

Débutante - beginner

Déjà-vu - already seen

Dénouement - untying

Dossier - file

Double entendre - double hear

... du jour - of the day

Eau de toilette - washing water

Eau de vie - life water

Encore - again

Ennui - boredom

En route - in road

Ensemble - together

Entourage - people surrounding you

Entrepreneur - starter (n.)

Essai - attempt

Esprit de l'escalier - spirit of the stairs

Étiquette - label

Exposé - exposed

Façade - frontage

Faux pas - fake step

Femme fatale - deadly woman

Film noir - black movie

Fin de siècle - end of century

Flâneur - "stroller"

Femme - woman

Folie à deux - madness at two

Foyer - fireplace, home

Gamine - female kid (casual)

Gauche - left

Gendarme - person of weapons

Je ne sais quoi - I don't know what

Laissez-faire - let (someone) do (imperative)

Laissez-passer - let (someone) pass

L'appel du vide - the call of the void

Lingerie - underwear

Maître d' - master o'

Mardi gras - fat Tuesday

Matinée - morning

Ménage à trois - household at three

Mon/ma chéri-e - my cherished

Montage - mounting

Motif - pattern

Mural - on the wall (adj.)

Né-e - born

Négligé - neglected

Nom de plume - feather name

Parole - word

Petite - small (adj.)

Pied-à-terre - foot on land

Poilu - hairy

Pot pourri - rotten pot

Pourboire - for drink

Première - first

Prêt-à-manger - ready to eat

Protégé - protected

Renaissance - rebirth

Rendez-vous - appointment

Répertoire - directory

Résumé - summary

Risqué - risked

Robe - dress

Rouge - red

RSVP - answer please

Sans-culottes - without pantaloons

Savant - "knower" (n.)

Savoir-faire - know how to do (v.)

Savoir-vivre - know how to live

Séance - session

Soirée - evening

Souvenir - memory

Suite - sequel, development

Surveillance - careful watching

Tête-à-tête - head to head

Touché - touched

Tour - circuit

Trompe-l'oeil - cheats the eye

Venue - came

Vignette - sticker, label

Vis-à-vis - face to face

Voyeur - "seer"

Ballet vocabulary:

Allongé - laid down

Balancé - swinged

Balançoire - swing (n.)

Battu - battered

Brisé - broken

Chassé - chased

Chaînés - chained

Ciseaux - scissors

Coupé - cut

Dégagé - cleared

Développé - developed

Échappé - escaped

En cloche - in bell

En croix - in cross

Entrechat - between braid

En pointe - in tip

Failli - almost did

Fouetté - whipped

Glissade - sliding

Plié - bent

Jeté - thrown

Manège - carousel

Pas de bourrée - drunk step

Pas de chat - cat step

Pas de cheval - horse step

Pas de deux - step of two

Pas de valse - waltz step

Penché - leaned

Piqué - pricked

Port de bras - carry of arms

Relevé - lifted back up

Renversé - titled, bent backwards

Retiré - removed

Rond de jambe - leg circle

Temps de flèche - arrow time Tendu - stretched

Temps lié - linked time

Tombé - fallen

Tour en l'air - turn in the air

Kitchen vocabulary:

Amuse-bouche - mouth entertainer

Bain-Marie - Mary bath

Café au lait - milky coffee

Casserole - pot

Cordon bleu - blue ribbon

Crème brûlée - burnt cream

Crème de la crème - cream of the cream

Crème fraîche - fresh cream

Croissant - crescent

Éclair - lightning

Entrée - entrance

Filet mignon - cute net

Flambé - blazed

Foie gras - fat liver

Fondant - melting

Fondue - melted

Gourmet - foodie

Hors d'oeuvre - out of the work

Légume - vegetable

Liqueur - liquid

Mille-feuille - thousand leaf

Mousse - foam

Pâté - pasted

Roux - redhead(ed)

Sauté - jumped

Sautoir - "jumper"

Soufflé - blown

Velouté - velvety

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Common Errors in Word Choice

Often when we’re writing, we’re caught up in the moment and don’t necessarily realise when we’ve used the wrong spelling or variant of a particular word.

their/they’re/there

Their - of or relating to them or themselves especially as possessors, agents, or objects of an action

They're - they are

There - in or at that place

you’re/your

You're - you are

Your - of or relating to you or yourself or yourselves especially as possessor/s

aloud/allowed

Aloud - with the speaking voice in a way that can be clearly heard

Allowed - permitted

who’s/whose

Who's - who is; who has

Whose - of or relating to whom or which especially as possessor/s

lead/led

Lead - to guide someone or something along a way

Led - past tense and past participle of lead

lose/loose

Lose - to undergo deprivation of something of value, or defeat

Loose - not rigidly fastened or securely attached

steak/stake

Steak - a slice of meat cut from a fleshy part of a beef carcass

Stake - a pointed piece of wood or other material driven or to be driven into the ground as a marker or support; an interest or share in an undertaking or enterprise

break/brake

Break - to separate into parts with suddenness or violence

Brake - something used to slow down or stop movement or activity

affect/effect

Affect - (v.): to produce an effect upon; (n.): a set of observable manifestations of an experienced emotion

Effect - result, outcome

inquire/enquire

Inquire - to put a question

Enquire - chiefly British spelling of inquire

peak/peek/pique

Peak - a sharp or pointed end

Peek - to take a brief look; glance

Pique - to excite or arouse especially by a provocation, challenge, or rebuff

a lot/alot

A lot - to a considerable degree or extent; often, frequently

Alot - a common misspelling or typo of "a lot"

into/in to

Into - used as a function word to indicate entry, introduction, insertion, superposition, or inclusion

In to - involves words from verb phrases. Use “in to” if the word "to" is part of an infinitive verb phrase. For example, "She brought me in to train for the job." You can also use “in to” if the word "in" is part of a phrasal verb. For example, "I will plug in to this guitar amp."

less/fewer

Less - constituting a more limited number or amount

Fewer - a smaller number of persons or things

chose/choose

Chose - past tense of choose

Choose - to select freely and after consideration

then/than

Then - at that time

Than - in comparison with

compliment/complement

Compliment - an expression of esteem, respect, affection, or admiration

Complement - something that fills up, completes, or makes better or perfect

farther/further

Farther - at or to a greater distance or more advanced point

Further - to a greater degree or extent; in addition, moreover

nauseated/nauseous

Nauseated - (v.) affected with nausea; felt disgust

Nauseous - (adj.) causing nausea or disgust; nauseating; affected with nausea or disgust

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[seoulzie]

범규; whispers of the unsleeping

───── orphic ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (adj.) mysterious & entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding

synopsis: in the small city of yeosu, insomniac choi beomgyu seeks refuge in his school's abandoned astronomical observatory to catch some sleep. there, he encounters y/n l/n, a sociable and carefree girl who shares his struggle with insomnia. together, they form an unlikely friendship and revive their school's defunct astronomy club, spending their nights exploring the stars.

彡 pairing: beomgyu x f!reader 彡 genre: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers au, university au 彡 warnings: mentions of mental health & insomnia, parental abandonment (?) chronic illness, strong language, grief & loss

RELEASE DATE; 07/26/24 — this week, friday

index: prologue i. sleepless encounters capella ii. a place of our own vega iii. rekindling the stars proxima iv. phases of the moon, phases of us rigel v. cosmic challenge polaris vi. beyond the horizon altair vii. heart to heart betelgeuse viii. tomorrow's sunrise arcturus the end: epilogue

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CHOI BEOMGYU ( 21 ) ( M )

a student who struggles with trouble falling asleep most nights. consequently, he is irritable at school, always searching for an opportunity to find a secluded place to doze off. despite his gruff exterior, he is well-known around campus for his charming looks.

Y/N L/N ( 20 ) ( F )

a cheerful and enthusiastic student, the astronomy club president, whose secret battle with insomnia leads her to the solace of the astronomical conservatory at night. determined to keep her condition hidden, she finds refuge among the stars until she encounters another night owl, beomgyu.

PROLOGUE: CHAPTER 0 word count: 3.1k

another sleepless night. beomgyu stared up at the ceiling of his room, counting the cracks for the hundredth time. it was a game he played with himself when he couldn’t sleep, a futile attempt to trick his brain into shutting down. spoiler alert: it never worked.  he groaned, the sound echoing hollowly in the silent room, and threw an arm over his eyes, trying to block out the faint glow of dawn creeping through the dusty blinds. the alarm clock on his nightstand blinked 6:00 am in angry red numbers, a mocking reminder of the day looming ahead.

with a sigh that condensed the exhaustion clinging to him like a shroud, beomgyu rolled out of bed. every muscle screamed in protest, a dull ache thrumming through his limbs. he shuffled to the bathroom, his movements heavy with sleep deprivation. his reflection in the mirror looked as shitty as he felt—dark circles under his eyes, hair sticking up in every direction, and a permanent scowl etched on his face. he splashed some cold water on his face, hoping it would wake him up enough to function through another hellish day at school.

he reached for his usual blue and white striped tube of toothpaste, but his fingers met only the cold, hard plastic of the sink. panic clawed at his throat. empty. of course, it was empty. why wouldn't it be? just his luck.

frantic, he rummaged through the cabinet under the sink, desperately searching for a spare tube. nothing. nada. just a half-empty bottle of mouthwash that reeked of peppermint and disappointment. he slammed the cabinet shut, the sound echoing through the small bathroom like a gunshot. “fucking hell.”

defeated, beomgyu straightened up, bracing himself for another blow. he hobbled over to his laundry basket, a tangled mess of unmentionables. he started digging, desperately searching for a matching pair of socks. hope flickered when his fingers brushed against soft cotton, then died a slow, agonizing death as he pulled out a lone, navy blue sock. where was its partner? had it been swallowed by a rogue dryer gremlin? eaten by a sock-hungry monster lurking in the washing machine?

beomgyu stared at the single sock in his hand, a monument to his perpetually bad luck. he was starting to think the universe had a personal vendetta against him. this wasn't just another day; it was a full-blown disaster waiting to happen, and he was just the hapless protagonist caught in the middle.

after throwing on his uniform and grabbing his backpack, he headed downstairs. his dad had already left for work, as usual. the house was eerily silent, a stark contrast to the chaotic mornings of his childhood before—stop it, he thought to himself. beomgyu shook off the unwelcome memories and grabbed a piece of toast on his way out.

he dragged himself to the front door, his feet protesting with each step. a splash of color outside his window caught his eye. mrs. han, his elderly neighbor, was kneeling by her rose bushes, her weathered hands wielding a watering can with surprising vigor. despite his fatigue, a small smile tugged at the corner of beomgyu's lips. mrs. han was a fixture in the neighborhood, a tiny woman with a heart as big as her prized hydrangeas.

"good morning, mrs. han," he managed, his voice rough from disuse.

she looked up, her eyes crinkling at the corners with a smile. "good morning, beomgyu. off to school already? you look a bit pale," she said with a motherly concern that always made him feel a flicker of warmth.

"just a little tired, mrs. han," he replied, offering a weak smile. "those history essays won't write themselves, you know."

mrs. han chuckled. "always busy, that's you. but remember, dear, rest is important too. don't you burn yourself out."

"i'll try my best," he promised, though the words tasted like ashes in his mouth. he knew the truth – sleep was a luxury he couldn't afford.

beomgyu continued his walk, the rising sun painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink. the usual sights and sounds of the morning held a peculiar distance, muffled by the fog in his brain. the bakery across the street, usually a source of enticing aromas, only offered a dull ache in his stomach – a reminder of the breakfast he hadn't bothered with.

as he neared the school gates, the sounds of chatter started to seep in, a rising crescendo of greetings and nervous laughter. he braced himself for the usual barrage of hellos and high-fives, his trademark charm already feeling strained. beomgyu wasn't just tired, he was running on fumes, his charisma a flickering candle in a hurricane of exhaustion.

just as he predicted, a cheerful voice chimed in from beside him. "beomgyu! looking handsome as ever this morning, even at this ungodly hour."

he turned to see yeri, a girl from his class with a smile as bright as her sunflower hair clip. she was notorious for her bubbly personality and her unashamed crush on him. usually, beomgyu would respond with a playful jab or a witty remark, adding to the innocent flirtation. but today, a single word was all he could muster.

"hey," he croaked out, a smile barely flickering across his lips.

yeri's smile faltered slightly. "everything okay? you seem...out of it."

he shrugged, the movement feeling like wading through mud. "just a late night studying." it wasn't a complete lie, but the truth felt too heavy to share.

"well," yeri continued, her voice losing a bit of its usual chirp, "don't let it get you down. math class first thing, right? let's just hope ms. choi isn't in one of her moods."

there was a time when such a comment would have sparked a playful banter, a shared groan about their least favorite teacher. today, beomgyu merely nodded, a hollow feeling settling in his chest.

despite his exhaustion, beomgyu couldn't help but notice the way heads turned in his direction, the whispered greetings, the stolen glances. he was undeniably popular, the school's resident charmer. but the weight of that popularity felt like a suffocating cloak.

a group of guys from the basketball team hollered a greeting, their voices echoing off the lockers. beomgyu offered a weak wave, the movement seeming to drain the last vestiges of his energy. a couple of girls from the dance club giggled as they passed, their eyes lingering on him for a beat too long. all he could do was muster a tired smile, the effort feeling monumental.

he reached his locker, the familiar combination numbers a blur in his sleep-deprived haze. as he shoved his books inside, a hand landed on his shoulder. it was kai, his best friend, his partner in crime (or at least, they were when beomgyu had the energy for crime fighting). kai, unlike beomgyu, was a beacon of energy, his perpetually ruffled brown hair and mischievous grin a constant source of amusement.

"dude, you look like a deflated balloon," kai commented, his voice laced with concern. "another night?"

beomgyu slammed his locker shut with a sigh that spoke volumes. "yeah," he mumbled, leaning against the cold metal for support.

kai's brow furrowed. "seriously, beomgyu. you've been like this for weeks. we talked about this already! you said you’d try anything besides looking like you haven't slept since kindergarten."

beomgyu ran a hand through his hair, a grimace creasing his face for a moment before smoothing out into a tired indifference. "yeah, yeah," he mumbled, more to himself than to kai. "it's whatever at this point."

kai's concern flickered, then died down as he picked up on the subtle shift in beomgyu's demeanor. he knew that tone – the one that said beomgyu was resigned, shutting himself off. pushing wouldn't help.

"alright," kai said, switching gears with the practiced ease, “come on, zombie boy. let's get to class before ms. choi starts discussing the square root of boredom."

the morning dragged on, each class blending into the next in a haze of exhaustion and boredom. beomgyu could barely keep his eyes open, let alone focus on the lectures. 

his first class was math, and he trudged to his seat, slumping down with a heavy sigh. he rummaged through his bag, only to realize he had forgotten his pen.

“hey, taehyun,” he whispered to the boy sitting next to him. “got a pen i can borrow?”

taehyun glanced at him and chuckled softly. “forgot yours again? here.” he handed beomgyu a pen, shaking his head in amusement.

“thanks, man,” beomgyu muttered, trying to muster a grateful smile. he opened his notebook and attempted to take notes, but his eyelids felt like lead weights. the teacher’s voice droned on, a monotonous hum that only made him feel sleepier.

his head began to nod, his vision blurring as he struggled to stay awake. just as he was about to give in to the sweet embrace of sleep, he heard his name being called.

“mr. choi,” the teacher’s voice was sharp and reprimanding. beomgyu jolted awake, blinking rapidly.

“y-yes?” he stammered, sitting up straight.

“care to repeat what i just said?” the teacher asked, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

beomgyu’s mind went blank. he hadn’t heard a single word. “uh… something about calculus?” he guessed, hoping he was at least close.

the class snickered, and the teacher sighed in exasperation. “detention, mr. choi. maybe next time you’ll pay attention instead of dozing off in my class.”

beomgyu slumped back in his seat, cursing under his breath. “great. just fucking great,” he thought.

by the time lunch rolled around, beomgyu was ready to collapse. he shuffled towards the cafeteria, his head hanging low. he spotted his friends at their usual table and dragged himself over, the fluorescent lights feeling like a personal attack on his already throbbing head.

"yo, beomgyu!" yeonjun called out, waving him over. "you look like shit, man. rough night?"

beomgyu slumped into a chair, the metal groaning under his weight. a defeated grunt escaped his lips as he slumped his tray onto the table. "yeah," he mumbled, picking at his food with a complete lack of enthusiasm.

soobin, munching on an apple, raised an eyebrow. "again? dude, you really need to see a doctor or something."

beomgyu shrugged, picking at his food without much appetite. "what are they gonna do? prescribe me more useless meds? no thanks."

yeonjun leaned forward, concern etched on his face. "have you tried, like, meditation or something? i heard it can help."

beomgyu rolled his eyes. "yeah, 'cause sitting still and doing nothing is gonna magically cure my insomnia. thanks, but no thanks."

taehyun looked at him, frowning. "you really should try something, man. this can’t be good for you."

beomgyu sighed. "yeah, well, i’ve tried everything. nothing works. now i’ve got detention ‘cause i fell asleep in math."

taehyun winced. "harsh. what are you gonna do?"

"skip it, maybe. find a quiet place to sleep," beomgyu muttered, pushing his tray away.

beomgyu wandered the halls, his mind a jumble of thoughts and exhaustion. the school was a labyrinth of possibilities, each one fraught with its own set of risks and potential rewards. he needed to find the perfect place to nap, somewhere quiet and out of the way where no one would bother him.

places to (possibly) sleep 1) the janitor's closet

the first place that came to mind was the janitor’s closet. beomgyu had passed by it a million times, always noticing how the janitor, mr. lee, would leave it unlocked while he went about his duties. beomgyu headed towards the closet, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. he carefully turned the knob and slipped inside.

the closet was small and dark, filled with cleaning supplies and equipment. the smell of bleach and disinfectant was strong, but beomgyu didn’t care. he saw a small space behind a stack of boxes and decided it would have to do. he crouched down, wedging himself into the cramped space. the floor was cold and hard, but he was desperate for some rest.

he closed his eyes, trying to let the darkness and quiet lull him to sleep. just as he felt himself drifting off, the door creaked open. beomgyu’s eyes snapped open, and he held his breath. mr. lee stood in the doorway, a look of confusion quickly turning to annoyance on his face.

“hey! what are you doing in here?” mr. lee barked.

“shit,” beomgyu muttered under his breath. he scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding. ���sorry, i—uh—i got lost?”

mr. lee narrowed his eyes. “out. now.”

beomgyu didn’t need to be told twice. he quickly slipped past the janitor and out into the hallway, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. so much for that.

places to (possibly) sleep 1) janitor’s closet 2) library

next, beomgyu decided to try the library. it was usually quiet, and he figured he might be able to find a secluded corner to catch some z’s. he made his way to the library, the scent of old books hitting him as soon as he stepped inside. the librarian, mrs. tanaka, gave him a stern look over her glasses, but he ignored her and began his search for the perfect spot.

the library was mostly empty, with only a few students scattered around, hunched over their books. beomgyu walked past the rows of shelves, looking for a place where he could hide from prying eyes. he found a spot in the back, behind a tall stack of books on astronomy. it was quiet, and he could hear the faint hum of the air conditioning.

he sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall, and pulled his knees to his chest. the cool air and the silence were soothing, and he felt his eyelids grow heavy. just as he was about to drift off, he heard footsteps. he peeked around the stack of books and saw a group of girls walking towards him, giggling and chatting.

“great,” he thought. “just great.”

the girls didn’t notice him at first, but as they got closer, one of them spotted him. she nudged her friend, and they both started whispering and giggling even louder. beomgyu felt his face heat up with annoyance and embarrassment. this was definitely not going to work.

he got up, brushing the dust off his pants, and made his way out of the library, ignoring the stares and whispers of the girls. “too many people and out in the open,” he thought. scratch that idea.

places to (possibly) sleep 1) janitor’s closet 2) library

beomgyu trudged on, defeat clinging to him like yesterday's gym clothes. he formulated a mental list in his head, each possibility crumpling under the weight of potential interruptions. the rooftop? too exposed. the music room? a rogue trumpet could shatter any hope of sleep.

his weary eyes scanned the familiar halls, a sliver of hope flickering as he rounded a corner. there it stood, a solitary figure against the twilight sky—the astronomy tower.

the tower, a relic of a bygone era of scientific exploration. its once-gleaming silver exterior was now weathered and rusted, the windows dark and vacant. It had been years since anyone had ventured inside, rumors of asbestos and ghosts swirling around it like dusty cobwebs.

but for beomgyu, in his desperate search for a haven, the tower's isolation was a siren song. no students lingered in its shadow, no teachers patrolled its perimeter. in that forgotten corner, a flicker of hope ignited. it might be dusty, it might be creepy, but it could be perfect. as he neared the tower, the details became more pronounced: chipped tiles forming the entrance walkway, a rusty weather vane groaning in the faint evening breeze, and the peeling paint revealing the faded inscription "ad astra per aspera" - "to the stars through difficulties." an odd prickle ran down his spine. the inscription felt oddly fitting, a challenge on this day of immense hardship. could the tower, in its own dilapidated way, be his path to the stars? to sleep, the most elusive star in his current reality? the door was old and creaky, and it took a bit of effort to push it open. just as he was about to reach for the door handle, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

“fuck,” beomgyu muttered, feeling his shoulders slump in defeat. the observatory would have to wait. he decided then and there that he would check it out tomorrow during his free period. he turned and trudged back down the hallway, the prospect of a good nap tantalizingly out of reach.

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[butdaddyilovehimmm]

t's marvey fic rec list!

These are mostly smut (bdsm / d/s), fluff is in pt. 2 in the reblogs

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[wordsmithic]

❁ 6 Romantic Greek Words for Nature and Affection ❁

Please note that the full and/or root words mentioned here, like most Greek words, are still in use since antiquity. As a Greek speaker, I love sharing my interesting language with people like you! ❁

1. σύζυγος (sízighos, n)

Spouse. Lit.: Someone who is "yoked" with you, in the sense of a shared life or union.

From συν- (prefix “with”) + ζεύγνυμι (to yoke).

2. ανθορροώ (anthoroō, v)

To bloom. Lit. Τo flow with flowers.

From άνθος (flower) + ρέω (flow").

3. αξιολάτρευτος (axiolátreftos, adj)

Adorable. Lit. "Worship-worthy"

From ἄξιος (worthy) + λατρεύω (to worship).

4. θρόισμα (thróisma, n)

The root θρόισ- (throís-) is related to a sound, often associated with soft, continuous noises, like the soft rustling of leaves.

From θροΐζω (to rustle, to murmur)

5. κελάρυσμα (kelárisma, n)

It’s used for the sound of flowing or murmuring water, typically a quiet or soothing sound. It can also describe a quiet, melodic sound, like that of a distant song or melody.

From κελάρω ("to murmur" or "to hum" (often used for sounds like the murmur of water or soft singing).

6. προκυμαία (prokiméa, n)

Lit. "She-which-is-before-the-waves". Refers to the structure extending into the water before the waves. Used for: Dock, quay.

From πρό (before) + κύμα (wave)

▣ ━ My masterpost with similar posts on Greek Language ━ ▣

[kkkindered]

MODERN V.

K'IN — 23+

• Family company markets forms of art (painting/galleries, modelling (runway/streetwear)

• Models for their family company and was quite a fan of it

• Father was loving, but fame went to his head, and he got a mistress because he could

• Wife of eight years and mother to his kids dies of grief after finding out

• “ Thankfully, it happened in the early days, so the company's branding wasn't affected ”

• K'in took up the working mantle so their siblings could live normally and grieve without hindrance

• Fame also went to their heads. Though they do try to ensure it's easy enough to shake off around their close ones. (thankfully doesn't have any floating rumours of their attitude and brattiness though she is called indifferent in articles)

• They are still close to their siblings, though ever since they've changed, their brother has lessened his contact with them

• Has a pet fennec fox from a rescue facility named Rogue

DELPHINE — 27+

• Works at a modelling agency recently signed to ‘ Astoria Project ’

• Teaches painting classes for all ages as a part-time job/hobbie and keeps it separate from modelling, though she does have some models come and pose at times

• Sees the signs of abuse + fame on K'in when they are put to work together by their father and cares in whatever way won't set off their damaging independence while also not engaging with her (few moments of) attention fishing

• History as training to be a pro fighter, but that was left in her early twenties in favour of a physically calmer job after a messy divorce

• Grew up traditionally and branched away from it in defiance after a botched marriage but wants to return to that but doing so feels like a betrayal to herself

• In some versions probably takes custody of K'in

• Has a pet green python and works with reptiles at Kio's shelter as a volunteer

KIO — 23+

• In school for interior design

• Had unchecked kleptomania, which led him down a path of petty crimes

• Has a criminal record that he's running from even though he’s given all the time for it already

• Has abandonment issues from sister

• Probably in a toxic relationship or going from relationship to relationship because of said issues

• Works part-time at a shelter/pound and makes miniature homes to fill in whatever time he finds

• Owns a blind dog (unsure of breed)

• Hopes he can find his sister after she ran away but is losing hope

• Ends up meeting K'in during his internship, helping decorate their personal home

• He doesn't like them. Thinks they're a stuck up bitch

• Has never met Delphine, but pities anyone who works with them instinctly

ZARA — 23+

• Ran away from home at 16

• doesn't feel guilty/holds disdain for her brother

• got into nursing as a jab to her parents + holds no real passion for it

• got into nursing school with dirty money but was never caught

• works at the local hospital now as a PACU nurse + privately with a surgeon from said hospital

• Never hopes to see her twin again so she doesn't have to realise how misplaced her anger is

• Is possessive over one of her past patients but she is in denial and blames it on being so surface level to so many others (isn't a lie)

DELTA — 24+

Trained to be an Olympic level swimmer after finding a deep passion in the hobby. His parents encouraged it. Rather, their child find a stable hobby instead of switching to another every few weeks. Sure, they're well off, but seeing money go towards elite classes that he losses interest in after maybe four or five sessions is disheartening.

So when he threw himself and his everything into swimming, they were relieved.

Until they weren't.

On the way to his first competition in getting a spot in the Olympics; the vehicle crashed. The driver was badly injured but alive, and so was Delta. Glass shards stuck in his legs from the side of the van being crashed into head on by another vehicle and further more trapped under the collapsed door— pinned by his seat belt in place.

His legs were saved. Though feeling in them aren't the same, mobility compromised as well. Resulting in him needing assistance from crutches or a cane. Right leg left with immense scarring and privy to phantom and real pain if he rests on it too heavily.

He was devastated. Being unable to swim. Never being able to do so with the amount of pain he simply gets from bending his leg to a certain angle. To cope and combat away the stifling dread, he throws himself into meticulous hand crafts to keep his curiosity alive.

SHILOH - 27+

Shiloh is a model as well. Was very much a cover boy for magazines before K'in was placed in the spotlight too.

They have many sibling shoots together. It was fun. Posing and chatting in between pictures. Helping each other when an outfit is uncomfortable or a hair is out of place. Water being traded because being under those lights are exhausting and they’ve been at it for hours.

It wasn't until Father noticed how many was intrigued by his sister that he took a backseat.

He was happy watching K'in raise in their fame. It was beautiful to watch his sister bloom under the adoration of the fans. On his break, Shiloh indulged in helping out in the jewelry department and small details in styling. Even handles lump orders from brands if he can.

He still models and puts the money to charities or small jewelry businesses and does interviews here and there.

MAIN ADJUSTED V.

Simply put the magical world is being connected to the fairytale/supernatural world through magical means and my muses just decided to venture away from their normal lives to ours.

(OR my muses are just fantasy but can use phones !)

King uses his high fashion and dated art skills and gets swept up into the fashion/art industry, and K'in revels in the familiarity of it all.

Onyx is relieved of their post of babysitter but stays close out of habit and opens an art studio and teaches anyone who wants at affordable prices and enjoys herself thoroughly.

Kio is also relieved of his jester duties and frees his twin. His love of numbers and need to make things 'pretty' he turns to learning interior design and from connections he's built himself a good branding and is staying afloat.

Zara, upon being freed, searches high and low for Delta. Finding him and taking him to the nearest healers. Apparently, the change of magical output cancelled out his mer-features so he's survived the lack of oxygen in the air. She ends up attending nursing school in hopes of caring for Delta herself.

Delta is deeply troubled by his lack of scales and fins, but he is intrigued by it all. If he wasn't being cared for by (either) K'in and Zara he'd be walking around staring at any and everything. He has no qualms about his arrangement though, just wishes he could wander more.

Shiloh has branched away from his father with the sudden eyes on him and his sister and invests in small businesses and part times to fill his day. Making sure to always be accessible to K'in through as they navigate the new world together.