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[readyforthegarden]

Funky orange and green screen

🥹🥹

[boroughshq]

Welcome to the community bulletin board! Here are some events happening around the Boroughs this month:

February 9-11: Mardi Gras Bar Crawl, Boroughs-Wide (Bronx finish)

February 13: Galentine's Special at Songbirds and Sangrias, Staten Island

February 14: Rom-Com Marathon at Technicolor Theater, Queens

February 14: Anti-Valentine's Day Showcase at Haze Gallery, Brooklyn

February 17: Brazilian Carnival Festival at Queens Night Market, Queens

February 29: Leap Day Star Party in Central Park, Manhattan

Continue reading below to find descriptive blurbs of each event. As a reminder, community events are optional events for members to use during their threads throughout the month of February.

February 9-11: Mardi Gras Bar Crawl, Boroughs-Wide (Bronx finish)

It's Mardi Gras weekend! Take a journey through the bars of the Boroughs in a Mardi Gras themed bar crawl! Order the specialty cocktails comprised of New Orleans inspired drinks at each establishment and get a set of beads to boot! Drinkers with the most beads at the crawl's final destination, Cowbells, win a star-studded, celebratory Mardi Gras mask.

February 13: Galantine's Special at Songbirds and Sangrias, Staten Island

It's ladies night at Songbirds and Sangrias! If it's not a female-led song, it's not allowed to be sung! The house sangria for the occasion is half off in honor of Galentine's Day.

February 14: Rom-Com Marathon at Technicolor Theater, Queens // Anti-Valentine's Day Showcase at Haze Gallery, Brooklyn.

Romance lovers are welcome to bring blankets and lawn chairs to enjoy watching an assortment of classic romantic comedies on Technicolor Theater's outdoor movie projector all night starting at 5pm. Meanwhile, the haters can purchase tickets to a special one-night-only Anti-Valentine's Day Showcase of exemplary fine art at the Haze Gallery.

February 17: Brazilian Carnival Festival at Queens Night Market, Queens

Experience a taste of the Caribbean at the Queens Night Market as it transforms into a brilliant display of Brazilian heritage in honor of Carnival. Food, drinks, merch, dance, and more!

February 29: Leap Day Star Party in Central Park, Manhattan

What better way is there to celebrate the year's extra day than with a star party? A local astronomy club, The New York Galaxy Patrol, has come together in a darker section of Central Park to set up their collective telescopes for an observation party, and all members of the public are allowed to join in! Sure, the city isn't the best place for star gazing, and there's nothing rare or exceptional expected to be visible on the 29th, but a clear night is projected on a leap day, and that's enough cause for celebration!

Admin Note: The above events are all optional events that members are free to use as the setting for threads throughout the month of February. Though each event comes with brief descriptions, writers are free to manipulate and take liberties with them however they like for their threads. Additionally, writers are not restricted to only writing threads on the dates of the events listed; you are free to create threads around these events and post them whenever you like during the month of February.

[asktaskforce141]

Happy First Anniversary, lovely admin!! 🩷🥰

Wish I could say the same 😭🥹 But I don't want to complain too much, because I'm on vacation in Spain now 😮‍💨 *sips sangria to drown out the fact that I'm forever single🍹*

Thank you so very much, darling! 💙🥰 And luckyyyy, I'd give anything to travel abroad right now. 😮‍💨🫠 Hope the sangria is treating you well!

- Admin 🥀

[hiddenwashington]

                                       we are the april fools

welcome to the brain cell of the admin team working! we love a good bit so, here is a compilation of our bullshit for your memeing pleasure. enjoy!

**tw for nsfw, drug mention, alcohol mention, swearing

‘ fuck off you fucking gremlin ’

‘ mister mistoffelees is my cat boyfriend ’

‘ one is a kink, one is a crime ’

‘ i live for chaos you gotta feed me ’

‘ i’ll continue being an asshole for your amusement ’

‘ i’m ready, bring on the anxiety ’

‘ hey bro, what the fuck ’

‘ we’ll scar ourselves for valentines day ’

‘ and then she wrote me a novel about his cocaine addiction ’

‘ sponsored by ritz cheese crackers, absolute shit ’

‘ you have no legacy, your legacy is to be disappointed all the time ’

‘ you’re like some sad soccer mom that came for the wine instead of your kids soccer game ’

‘ karen can choke i would never forget the sangria ’

‘ your moms dead, i’m your problem now ’

‘ it is i, the mullet of your dreams ’

‘ you cannot mention pornhub! this is why you’re not hr ’

‘ i’m on the clock to knock your lights out ’

‘ i’m livin la tiddy loca ’

‘ she was hot, i don’t know what to tell you ’

‘ righting the world and the economy one karen at a time ’

‘ you can fight my brain and my anxiety sis we’re having ✨a terrible time✨ ’

‘ i’m on it drag that bitch to denny’s i’ll take her ass out ’

‘ can god stop vibe checking me ’

‘ today i learned that cocaine could be an antidepressant if the government weren’t cowards ’

‘ i had five shots of espresso, even god can’t stop me ’

‘ ted bundy is up first i will square up ’

‘ one day i will have the pleasure of going to hell and murdering freud ’

‘ i will not face consequences for my actions. you can not make me ’

‘ i can accept that i have a flaw or two. that’s it though, just two ’

‘ i know you try very hard, but you are very stupid ’

‘ let’s go straight, a thing we’ve never said before in this groupchat ’

‘ you better be ready to sleep with moth man - hi dad! ’

‘ that’s like the saddest uwu i’ve heard in my life ’

‘ i just want the thrill of rejecting a god ’

‘ you really think you could take on the kool-aid man and take no damage??? ’

‘ i don’t have a foot fetish, i’m just autistic ’

‘ i haven’t even learned multiplication, how am i supposed to know what a pyramid scheme is? ’

‘ do i look sexy while dying? ’

‘ have you been watching too much youtube? ’

‘ fucking ipad kids, man ’

‘ i can be sane about this i promise but not today ’

‘ i’m a catch and i can also sleep with a younger man ’

‘ how do you milk an oat ’

‘ fuck my dad ’

‘ sometimes you just need to start swinging ’

‘ i just watched a cat girl walk out of thin air in a starbucks ’

‘ isn’t that that furry thing people are into ’

‘ i’m gonna go on The Google and see if i can figure anything out ’

‘ am i high too? ’

‘ fuck off bambi ’

‘ since there was no warning and i make the rules here ’

‘ you’ll go where i say you’ll go ’

‘ does a - mother fucker ’

‘ gonna play chase the emo ’

‘ we love biting dilfs….? ’

‘ optimistic nihilism, right? none of us matter ’

‘ it’s kinda cringe to be kidnapped ’

‘ you rolled a 5, stfu this rabbit’s coming to brand you ’

‘ is he immune to KNIVES?? ’

‘ alright – now to kill this dad ’

‘ if you think garfield is going to stand against me in court, you’re out of your fucking mind ’

‘ no offense but you have like no mom vibes ’

‘ i think i got threatened by a furry ’

‘ speak of the cat lady and she shall appear ’

**shotguns frappuccino** ‘ there’s many ways to drink a drink ’

‘ these hands are magic, baby ’

‘ are you saying naruto is jesus?? ’

‘ your pride is going to get us killed ’

‘ you look like you could fit under a bush ’

‘ y’all test me… ’

‘ it’s your reward for being a dumb bitch ’

‘ i am SO GLAD you didn’t get vored by a cloud ’

‘ did you get so high/drunk you circled back to sober? ’

‘ try to crowd surf the third graders! ’

‘ some things are better off unknown , the phrase will haunt me but… ’

‘ we’ve summoned satanic tennessee ’

‘ what’s a chakra? i didn’t bring anything with me ’

‘ hey lady, did you give me crack ? ’

‘ there are no nutrients in my body, only spite! ’

‘ i’m here to be fun and cute! not smart! ’ 

‘ i don’t joke about setting timers ’

‘ eggs aren’t meat... yet ’

‘ this is being run by a bisexual maniac ’

‘ maybe nessie’s lonely, maybe nessie needs to get laid! ’

‘ biting is my kink ‘

‘ don’t worry, i will slowly eat away at you until you are a husk of a person ’

[jow99]

Easter 🐣

Easter Sunday morning we went for our usual churros and schneken breakfast. Jose then went off to meet Stephen for a gravel ride. When this was teed up I was meant to join, but at the moment I’m just feeling lousy with this cold.

It was a beautiful morning and at the end of their ride they met me in town for a drink. While I was waiting for them to arrive I had to smile when I saw a little girl with a Bluey book!

Our Sunday lunch was simple but delicious. Our butcher does delicious rissoles with goats cheese which we accompanied with some sautéed vegetables. For dessert we had cheesecake (shop bought not home made). The afternoon was spent watching the Tour of Flanders and in the evening we watched an old movie about UFOs. All in all not a bad day.

Easter Monday was another glorious day. We’ve had some nice sunny days and a few hardy souls have ventured into the water (most of them kids). I think we’re still about a month away from venturing in🥶

Mid morning we walked into town for coffee, otherwise the day was spent with Jose studying for his drivers license and me doing the clothes washing and some admin. And of course watching of cycling in the afternoon - a Women’s event and day one of Tour of the Basque Country (very exciting).

This evening we strolled into town for a sangria and tonight watched a really good movie - Gods and Monsters.

[bolandoando]

made ravioli sauce and a sangria last night for a late dinner my tummy is bubbly this morning i forget im lactose intolerant until im at work and have to sit in silence alongside other admins

[sopewriters]

I love that all your demon aus are based off of actual rituals!! That's rlly cool! (but those rituals sound hella scary lmao)

Aww thank you for thinking so :) 

And yup, those rituals are pretty terrifying, especially when you read them at like 2 am (which I do because I’m a night owl and because I like to scare myself ;-; ) 

Although sometimes I wish my fluffy mochi, Park Jimin, would appear in my room magically and then cuddle me to sleep ♡ 

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Florals: Prologue

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x (Fem!)ReaderMC

Summary: You and your best friends are one of the most popular local bands. After a gig you meet the bartender, who has caught your eye and interest.

Chapter Warnings: None

A/n: Okay so, I know I had this story out here before but I deleted it. But, I’m going to give this series another shot.

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip

Chapter Theme: Weekend - Clubhouse

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It was really never a dream… For You, Pine, Rose, Poppy, Lark to form into a band. You called your band, “The Florals”. This was because your names are either a plant or a flower. Well, Pine is named after well… A pine tree. None of them had ever done band. The only thing you all did together was high school marching band. Pine and Rose were in color guard, Lark and Poppy were in the front ensemble, and you were in the battery of drumline; snare. However, you were the only one who did indoor drumline. However, all of your friends; Rose, Poppy, Lark and Pine came to every single one of your shows. So you didn't feel alone. You got to see one of your good ol' friends in the admin team. The both of you went to high school together as well.

"Hey," Lark called

You turn your head to look at them.

"You ready??" They ask as they get on their motorcycle

You nod as you pack your sticks, pad and Lark's launchpad and get into your Blue Chevrolet Camaro. Poppy packs her guitar and gets into her Mustang, Rose packs her bass and gets into her red jeep and Pine puts her backpack into her passenger side as she settles into her Chevrolet Colorado. Left to her by her parents after she moved out. You all followed each other to the Banks' Theatre. Roses' parents own a whole theater, performing theatre to be specific. They also installed two bars on each side of the theatre. It's a wide space. It looks more like a warehouse than a theatre but it's been remodeled to look like one.

+*+

That was your band’s first show. So it was kinda a chill night. But it was mostly your parents, family and family friends that night. So it wasn't all out than you all had hoped. But it was still nice to see them support you.

+*+

That was one year ago. It's The Florals first year anniversary. And we are thriving. No record label has recruited your band yet but you were all okay with that. Your friends decided to play for the fun of performing, 

"Already a year??" Pine asks

"Surprisingly so," Poppy replies

"Though this is the last show of the summer," You say, “So let’s make this final show the best one yet.”

You were were all of age to drink so you headed to the bar post show.

You, Lark, Poppy, Pine and Rose were in the middle of chatting and seating yourselves along the bar.

“Hey, the usual please,” You call out to the bartender 

“Your usuals?” The bartender asks 

The bartender turns around. Your expression of happiness drops to your mouth hanging agape, your eyes widening at the beauty.

“Sorry, I’m not familiar with your usuals,” She says, “I’m quite new to this place.”

“N-no worries,” Your mouth curves into a nervous smile, “Lark here drinks whiskey, Poppy one chair down drinks sangria, Rose in the next chair drinks rose wine, Pine in that last chair usually drinks a margarita.”

“And you?” She asks, turning her head over her shoulder to look at you as she’s grabbing some cups

“Whatever your favorite is,” You say, sighing into a smile

“Say less,” She smirks, turning her head back to face the back of the bar

You were too stunned to even move to look at your friends. The way her green eyes glistened in the bar lighting.

“Hey, you okay?” Lark asks you

You however, continued watching the bartender make the four drinks, noticing she hadn’t started on yours yet.

I mean... She’s making my friends’ drinks first, plus, it was a kind of packed night...

She wore what looked like a black shirt, a grey cardigan; the sleeves almost went over her hands. You didn’t know what it was about women wearing almost oversized sweaters and cardigans, but you found an absolute attraction to them. 

“I call this one, the Scarlet Witch,” The bartender brings your drink

Your head jolts up from sitting in the palms of your hands, realizing you were sitting on cloud 9 the entire time.

“Oh!″ You yelp, “Thanks.”

When the bartender walk off to tend to other patrons. You take a sip of the ‘smoky’ drink and  you look over to your friends; every single one of them staring at you dead in the eye.

"What?" You ask

"You're totally into her," Lark teases

"Shut up," You snarl

"I can read you well Bates," Lark continues to tease you, "you should totally ask her out."

"I literally just met her… the hell why would i ask her out already?!" You ask, trying to keep it low

The bartender giggles and turns around.

"Well asking me out is a bit of a stretch but I'm willing to take a walk," She answers

Your cheeks heat into a blush as you get up and grab your jacket as the bartender wipes her hands and comes out from the bar. She smiles while you nervously put on your jacket, oddly not breaking eye contact on her. The strawberry-blonde wraps her arm around yours and the both of you head out of the theatre for the evening walk.

“So uhh,” I start, “What’s a pretty woman like yourself working as a bartender?”

“Needed to make extra tips, saw an ad to work at this place, so I took it,” She explains, “You guys play really well for a local band.”

“Well, we’ve been doing music all of our lives, “You explain, “So, we actually formed this band out of an extra credit assignment for band class and I guess... It just really stuck with us. People were begging us to put on more gigs in the school.”

“Well, did you?” She asks

“Yeah,” You chuckle, “It was kinda difficult to perform in a band while still being in high school, but we somehow made it work.”

“And your hair... Is it real?” She asks

“Sure is,” You say, enthusiastically

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Wanda stop walking. You turn to her and notice how her eyes illuminated.

“Oh...Right... I forgot to mention my hair glows sometimes,” You say, “I don’t know why or how it does it but... It does.”

She chuckles, “My name’s Wanda, by the way.”

“Strelitzia, Strel for short,” You reply with your name

“Strelitzia?” Wanda asks

“It’s the scientific name for the Bird of Paradise plant,” You explain the meaning behind your name

“I like it,” She smiles

Wanda smiles and it feels like she’s tugging at my arm. 

Is she really into me already??? No… Not yet…Don’t get any ideas stupid

“Do you do anything else other than making drinks?” You ask

“I used to do some modeling stuff but... I stepped back for awhile, too stressful to keep up with he viewers’ expectations of women body.” Wanda says

“That’s honestly stupid,” You groan, “Society is always trying to control women. Not for it...”

“I have also done some forms of acting,” Wanda adds, “But, they’re not ‘silver screen’ material.”

“Really now?” You ask, “You ever thought about going back?”

“not right now, but maybe one day,” She says

The both of you continue making the round around the building, listening to the passing cars.

“Well, Strelitzia,” Wanda starts, “As much as I’ve enjoyed our little conversation, I have to go back and close up and for you to head back to your friends.”

Already?... Damn, I really wanted top get to know her… 

The both of you head back inside and your four friends are still there. You seat yourself next to them and slip back into their conversation as if you’ve never left. All the while catching a couple glimpses at Wanda. Sometimes the both of you even catch each other staring at one another. 

“Ladies, the theatre is closed now,” Wanda states

“Oh,” You say, checking your phone, “Shit we really did go and lose track of time...”

And with that, You and your friends pack their things, accept for your drum set, and take your leave. You take one last glance at Wanda and she puts on a  leather jacket. She looks over and catches you staring, she smiles. You snap out of your daze, but you couldn’t help but look over one more time. She winks at you before turning off the bar lights.

“Strel,” Lark calls

You turn to them.

“You coming or what?” Lark asks

You nod and catch up to her and try to catch one last last glance at Wanda however, she was gone. You begin following Lark to their motorcycle.

“You and that bartender huh?” Lark smiles

“Shut up,” You sigh, “And her name is Wanda by the way.”

“Wanda huh?” They ask, “Sounds like a witches name.”

“I mean, she did name a drink of hers ‘The Scarlet Witch’,” You say, “I’m not one to make assumptions Lark.”

You hop into your car as Lark gets on their motorcycle. The both of you follow each other home. When you all looked for places of your own, the places were coincidentally all within the block. You owned a warehouse studio apartment, across the street is a record shop Lark’s uncle owns; Lark lives just above it. Next to it was one of those tall houses one sees in the city; Pine and Rose room together and Poppy lives in an apartment complex next to it. 

Chapter 1

[brooklynislandgirl]

Stress

Driftwood || Accepting @therealgamble {for inclusion}

Arrest Me, Please

Fourth of July is a time for cook-outs, family, winding down with a bonfire on the beach. Usually Andy absconds inside with his noise-cancellation headphones and man’s the bar while everyone else is outside enjoying multiple firework displays, but it’s often not a big deal, less so here in California than in New York.  And Beth herself had wanted to be curled up between two particular cops that weren’t related to her. Sipping on sangria, nibbling on the vegan hot-dogs that no one else would touch.

She’s not that lucky. She is working a night shift in the ER as the front desk Triage nurse. And to call the waiting room a disaster would have been the understatement of the century. Every room in the hospital is full and out of the fifty bed ER, they are boarding admitted patients which effectively cut them down to thirty rooms, sometimes double and triple stacking the ER patients, trying to dismiss as many as possible at the most reasonable moments. But that doesn’t stop ambulances from bringing in more patients. The hospital never goes on divert protocol. They could have been on fire, with a hostage situation, no power, under a tsunami and the admins would still not go on divert. That and people keep walking through the door.

And that leaves Beth to be their most accessible whipping boy for all of their fear and anger and pain. She knows there’s at least fifty patients in the waiting room, each of them having at least one and up to ten visitors with them. She is in charge of making sure that everyone is assessed, has the proper labs and imaging ordered, and preformed. She is responsible for knowing the results of all these factors, prioritising them appropriately, ignoring the sound of beeping call lights, interns that don’t know their heads from their....holes in the ground, and an ever mounting set of charts sitting haphazardly at the corner of the counter.

Being the person who makes sure no one dies in the waiting room is enough to stress anyone, and she’s capable of recognising when someone is in dire straights and needing a bed she can conjure out of nowhere.

She’s leaning over the counter, several inches taller than she is, and grabbing a phone, ringing up the charge nurse.

“I need a bed. Got a patient here that’s hypotensive, history of GI bleeding and the lab drawn at the doctor’s office today came back with a haemoglobin of 4.1. This guy needs a bed and blood, because he’s still actively having bloody bowel movements.” There’s a moment of silence. “I don’t have any beds.” “Then clear off your desk and I’ll lay them down on it, because we’re coming back.”

“Alright. Alright. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Moana. Start walking. I’ll find you a stretcher somewhere by the time you get back here.”

And so it goes...for ten hours. She lets the racial slurs go. She lets the cursing and the crying wash over her like a big wave because there’s nothing else she can do, it’s the third of her twelve hour shifts in a row, and her patients are missing the same holiday she is with their families, and her emotional exhaustion has no bearing on the care they should receive. And so what if she’s got a splitting headache, is dehydrated from not having had anything to eat or drink, and she’s running on empty.

She gets her patients slowly situated, always returning to man her post. Walking with one physician who asks her for her assistance, she doesn’t see the woman running up to her until the woman’s hand comes down on her forearm, physically stopping her. Makes mention that Beth was her husband’s nurse the night before and was about to ask a question when she was flagged down. Beth kept walking with the doctor but she couldn’t leave it. Promises she’ll only be a minute. She isn’t the man’s nurse tonight but that doesn’t mean she can just brush off the wife’s concern. When she gets to the patient’s room, his eyes have rolled back and he’s clearly coding. Another nurse, the one assigned to him, looks up at Beth, white as freshly laundered sheets. She is young and new and is very tense. “PE! I think he threw a PE!”

Beth starts the cpr and tells New Girl to call the code, which she does.

The patient did not survive.

Her arms feel like noodles, she’s barely able to lift them without pain. Everything she’s feeling is shoved down into a box and she can’t let herself cry, can’t sit somewhere quiet and wonder if she did everything she could, if she might have done something different that might have saved his life. But the night carries on, and so must she. By four in the morning, she’s done. She hasn’t got anything left. That’s when Brian slips in. Coming up to the desk. Not an uncommon occurrence to find a cop there, usually looking for someone who was in a car accident, usually following up. He doesn’t get a word out. “I did it.” Brows gather over his eyes like thunderclouds, his expression clearly perplexed. “Uh...what?”

“Whatever it is you’re here for, Bri, whatever warrant for whatever crime....I confess. I did it. Please just arrest me, so I can leave.”

He laughs. “Sorry, that’s not how it works, Jellybean. Rough shift?” She nodded, the misery and deprivation written over her features, in the bags under her eyes, in the fact that he could bend a piece of rebar over her shoulders that have become like anvils from the tension racing through her system. The sun won’t be up for another hour, but she swears the clouds part behind him and light wraps him up in a holy nimbus as he lifts his hands. There’s a giant cup of coffee in one hand ~soy vanilla chai latte with a quad-shot of espresso~ and in the other is a paper bag that she can smell her cook out food still warm inside. “Your brother was winding everything down and I figured you could use a pick-me-up.”

She comes out from the back office space and presses her face into his chest. Arms wrap around his waist. She can smell a lingering trace of wood smoke, beer, and all the other things like his soap and fabric softener. Nothing has ever been so welcome in her life, and it takes the last of her fragile emotional strength not to just cry.  They’ve talked for less than a minute, but this is the most compassion and kindness she’d been shown all weekend, and it’s a phenomenal salve on all of the rough, broken, bleeding, emotional wounds of trying to manage a hundred and twenty people on her own. Maybe Brian senses it too. Maybe he recognises the insanity of the job. That is isn’t necessarily what’s going on during a shift so much as how you can handle it. “Okay, Okay, let go or I’m drinking all of your coffee myself.”  It’s enough to pull her together. “You get off at six, right?” She nods, damply. “Great. I’ll be in the parking lot. We’ll catch breakfast at El Matador. Watch all the losers wipe out on the first surf, and make fun of them.” “Have I tol’ ya, I love you.” “Many, many times, and it’s never gonna happen, babe.” He brushes a kiss against her forehead, shoves the food and drink in her hands and walks out knowing he’s done a good deed. What he doesn’t know is how much better he makes the last two hours go.

[lemonjoonah]

Hey there! I have some admin to do, but then I’m going to sit down with a nice ole glass and sangria and read your new series. I am incredibly excited 🤩

Awh thank you! I really hope you enjoy it!!! 🥰

Perfect timing too you’ll only have a few days wait until the update. 😆

[mazarinedrake]

So I recently got back into Warhammer 40k, and have been doing what I always do when I get interested in big, decades-old canons with mountains of lore...First I spend 36 hours straight on tv tropes and the fandom wikis, and then I inflict my insomnia-gained knowledge on my closest friends via discord.

Gallus:  Guilliman is the Hades of the primarchs

Gallus: the only one who knows what he's doing and therefore VIOLENTLY boring until he decides to do something trollish to a deserving party

This inevitably turns out to be the BEST possible decision I could have made.

Drake:  a lot about the Imperium could be summed up as "but y tho" "cause HASHTAG AESTHETICS!!!!!" and then someone declares Exterminatus on your planet

Gallus:  Techpriest: Whatcha got there? Cherub: A kNiFe! Techpriest: NO!

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Gallus:  roubotte has had  'y tho' distilled into it's purest emotional form and produced to such excess from the imperial shenanigans that it's replaced his blood and he now runs on pure incredulity

Roubotte, Banging a pair of baking sheets together over Lion: WAKE UP MOTHER FUCKER i'M NOT DEALING WITH THEM ALL BY MYSELF.

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Gallus:  Im writing Roubotte and Lion as having like something approaching normal brother dynamics in spite of everything because it confuses the living shit out of everyone else

but them just Ye Ancient memes (T-Posing at each other for mock dominance) random bouts of cain instinct, resulting in one just.  Slapping the shit out of the other with a holy reliquary or something, just for shits teaming up to back eachother up on random shit before going back to trying to nurple eachother

Lion, leaning over Roubotte:  bothering roubotte just to annoy him

Roubotte; Go be a furry somewhere else. 

some imperial carndinal or whatever in the room: ...go be a wHAT?

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Drake:  the Imperium Secundus is hilarious though

Roboute, Lion, and Sanguinius are in ultramar when they get a bunch of garbled messages that Horus has gone totally off his rocker and declared war against dad, everything's on fire and everyone's screaming, and then

they lose contact

with Terra

and get stuck on the wrong side of a huge warp storm

so Roboute decides that the only sensible thing to do in this situation is declare a new empire and make Sanguinius the Emperor

Gallus:  ...In that scenario, assuming earth is gone is not unreasobable

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Gallus:  Drake 

Drake being the emperor is MORE WORK 

and he has so much already 

also everyone already loves Sangria 

from an admin standpoint this is AMAZING marketing that will save him many headaches later

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Gallus:  maybe they rock-paper-scissored for it and sanguinus lost

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Drake:  intentionally or not Lion is AUTISTIC AS HELL

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Gallus:  what I'm hearing tho is that Lion didn't trust himself to be Emperor and Roubotte didn't want to so they mutually bullied the most emotionally manipulatable sibling into it

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Gallus:  they're gonna steal Lion out of the monastery somehow 

for some extremely stupid reason 

possibly with the intent to Weekend At Bernies him for a bit 

 Until Lion actually wakes up while like 

sitting at the breakfast table on The SpaceBoat Castle Fuck Mountain 

 it was the smell of bacon that got him 

He's very confused also hungry 

There's a Pigeon though they don't usually hang around danger 

oh Dad there's the hangover

also: Roubotte and Lion causally referring to His Holiness The God Emperor as "Dad"

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Drake:  one of the first things Roboute did after waking up, in canon, was go to Terra and visit the throne room

nobody knows what happened in there but he emerged with new determination to fix all this bullshit

I mention this entirely so he can pull the "Dad said I'm in charge" card on Lion for petty bullshit

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Gallus:  Presumably he went in, saw the state of things, wne "FUUUUUUUUUCK" for like 2 hours then decided that since Sanguinus is dead HE has to be the respeonsible child now so GUESS IT'S UP TO HIM NOW

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Lion: I want to listen to Space Celine Dion 

Roboute: Well Dad said I'm in charge so we're listening to Space Kansas instead.

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Gallus: [OC] has Chaotic Stepsibling Energy

Drake: But not Chaotic Chaotic because that would be bad

Gallus: troo

chaotic with the smol c

Drake: there we go

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Drake:  Chaos is why half the brothers are permanently uninvited from Family Game Night

yes that especially includes you Lorgar

you know what you did

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Gallus: what did lorgar do

Drake: Everything.

Gallus: kinky

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Drake:  you know how some Christian rock music could be mistaken for gay love anthems if the names were changed?

Gallus: uh oh

Drake:  now imagine if Jesus is standing right there on the stage and only likes you as a friend

Gallus: oh no

Drake: also he considers orbital bombardments a valid communication tool

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Gallus:  yeah this might inspire a mentally unbalanced superhuman do go do space murder heroin

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Gallus:  this whole thing reads like an unusally genocidical episode of Jerry Springer

[seoulscenarios]

Day 20- Mistletoe

Genre: office au, fluff

Member(s): nct’s kim doyoung ft. a smattering of the rest of the boys

Word count: 845

Prompt: “what are you doing with that mistletoe-oh”

Song rec: mistletoe

Work parties are always the highlight of the year, watching all your co-workers inordinately drunk and making an absolute fool of themselves. You loved to snap away on your camera as the unofficial photographer of the night (it’s because you were the only one with a half decent camera) and you thoroughly enjoyed taking photos as the night progressed as everyone slowly became carefree and threw all their worries away, even the big CEOs were knocking down the expensive wine and dancing to Mariah Carey which never failed to make you giggle as you snapped away.

It just so happened that it was at the Christmas party this year that you were happily taking photos of Taeil and Johnny dancing the macarena to Wham’s Last Christmas when you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around your waist and giggle softly into your ear. You spun around, praying that there would be no blurry photos, to come face to face with your boyfriend of two years, Doyoung. Most people say that office romances are boring and never last long, but you and Doyoung had never felt that. Instead you went on trips every month (if you could afford it), bought each other silly gifts and earlier on in the year you had even moved in together to save commute time and on bills. It was a relationship many thought was still in its’ honeymoon phase but those closer to you knew that you were very settled. Not that you didn’t have your honeymoon moments but they were more subdued and didn’t happen very often.

“Hi Doyoung” you smiled at him, slinging your arms behind his neck and swaying slightly in his arms. Shaking his head fondly, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and hummed along to whatever atrocious Christmas song was playing, no thanks to Johnny curating the playlist for the evening.

“I see you never take a break from work, come on, let loose, it’s Christmas after all” Doyoung whispered into your ear. You knew he was right, a dance and a drink or two wouldn’t hurt, you never really got to let loose as much as you wanted at parties (and you never really wanted Doyoung to scrape your body off the floor after you’ve had one too many cocktails) so unwinding your arms from Doyoung’s neck you took his hand and let him lead you to the bar for a drink and to dispose of your camera for the night. Ordering your favourite drink, you scanned the dance floor and couldn’t help but laugh as Ten had thrown himself into Johnny who was now lifting him up Dirty Dancing style. You were lowkey sad you didn’t have your camera to snap this beautiful moment, but seeing everyone with their phones out you didn’t think it was too bad and you reclined into your chair, taking a long draught of your drink. Smiling, you caught Doyoung’s eyes who just offered his hand out to you which you gladly took, letting him lead you to the dancefloor to join your friends.

Hours seem to pass and before you knew it, you were slow dancing in Doyoung’s arms, head resting on his chest as he spun you round. You tripped over his feet slightly as he twirled the two of you round Ten and Taeyong and you giggled in apology as he winced slightly in pain.

“Maybe we should cut you off and sit down huh?” he sighed at you, not giving you time to respond before dragging you over to the tables. You plopped down on top of Doyoung’s lap much to his chagrin, laughing as he grimaced again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist as you giggled into his neck, hugging him closely. As your head was propped on his shoulder, you spotted some mistletoe as part of the table decoration so naturally, in your slightly-more-than-tipsy state, you reached over it and pulled away from Doyoung’s embrace.

“What are you doing with that mistletoe-oh” you cut him off as you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, holding the mistletoe over your heads and cupping his cheek with your free hand. Doyoung pulled you closer to deepen the kiss and you dropped the mistletoe back onto the table, favouring running your hands through his hair. You pulled away for breath after a few minutes, Doyoung shooting a lazy grin at you hands still on your waist.

“What do you say, let’s ditch?”

Dropping your hands from his hair, you clambered off his lap and pulled him up, throwing goodbyes at everyone as you walked out of the party. Sure you were greeted with a few wolf whistles and winks (no thanks to Ten who had run up to the both of you and pressed kisses on both of your cheeks before Taeyong and Johnny could drag him away from ordering more sangria) but you knew you were the real winner as you tugged Doyoung towards the door, throwing one last goodbye to everyone.  

when will i let this office au for 127 go?? never, i tell you. i still feel cheated that the regular teaser fooled us all. oh, and you can’t tell me that tae and johnny wouldn’t have to drag ten away from all the free alcohol and would be the one that causes the bar bill to go over $10k lbr here

as always, stay happy, healthy and hydrated 

love, your admin leigh

[darcyckennedy]

☆— HEY UPPER EAST SIDERS, SPOTTED:  d who looks just like kendall jenner. according to an anonymous source she is perfect contour, wild after parties, & teddy coats to make up for a lack of cuddles. she was last caught listening to miss you by louis tomlinson. the cisfemale is from the upper east side and attended constance billard. DARCY COX KENNEDY still lives in the city at twenty three and is currently a socialite & philanthropist. let’s see what she is going to do next. xoxo, gossip girl. ( admin tamia. nineteen. est. she/her. )

WOW okay, hi there ! i’m tamia, the admin of the group...can i just say i love you all already for applying and applying with such amazing character’s that i cannot wait to start plotting with. a little about me i guess, i’m a nineteen year old college student who lowkey doesn’t wanna be a college student...the dream is the be an actress but my mom’s all “go to college” “the only way to make something of yourself is through college” so yeah. i’m a part-time waitress at the OG aka olive garden so i make alot of Bread jokes that are really bad, i get them from the guests honestly. but that’s enough about me, let’s get to my lil peanut here who is truly a mess, i apologize in advance for her guys.

darcy was born to two elite heavy weights. her mother, georgina cox, is a american billionaire heiress the great-granddaughter of james m. cox the founder of cox enterprises. her father, john f. kennedy jr, was a american lawyer and the son of president john f. kennedy. yes, she’s a kennedy guys. 

one month old. her parents broke up after a six year relationship. staying amicable to co-parent although she mostly lived with her father. staying with her mother a couple days of of the week. as her mother was often off in atlanta, with darcy’s grandmother. it was clear from infancy that she was daddy’s little girl, so the fact that she was with him more only made sense.

one year old. her father and carolyn bessette got married. darcy was the flower girl, and truly adored carolyn. the wedding is one of the few days she vividly remembers with her father. 

four years old. her mom decided to bring her down to georgia with her for a family event. her dad and carolyn decided to go out to martha’s vineyard during this time where they inevitably crashed the plane and were lost at sea. she was supposed to be picked up by her father three days after but was instead brought back to manhattan by her aunt caroline. 

two months later. her aunt kept what happened to her parents a secret for months, initially telling her they couldn’t leave massachussetts due to bad weather conditions, then they suddenly went to africa for philanthropic work. before she knew it darcy had become a completely different child, starting to project her her anger and fear that her father had abandoned her onto others. 

the truth. during this time her mother finally stepped forward, brought darcy on a trip to martha’s vineyard and told her about her father and stepmother’s death. it became clear that the trip was specifically meant for darcy to say goodbye to them at their burial.

the aftermath. darcy was distraught for months, it was hard for a young child to wrap her head around the sole person she had attached to being gone forever. her mom immediately found her a psychiatrist who darcy saw twice a week. instead of moving back in with her aunt she moved in with her mom, the two never got close but her mom was the only person that darcy felt she could trust because she was the only one who told her the truth about her father. 

ten years old. her attitude became worse. she had truly turned into the stereotypical ues child. it had become too much for her mother to bear and so darcy moved in with her great uncle ted kennedy at the kennedy compound in cape cod. he was possibly the best thing to ever happen to her, he told her endless stories about her father and grandfather which helped her feel closer to both of them. this was when she really started to grow back into the young women her father would have wanted her to become.

thirteen years old. ted and darcy set up a memorial service for her father, at the same cathedral in washington d.c that her grandfather’s service was held. the whole family was invited and because of this it became extremely publicized but darcy didn’t care, this was meant for her to say a proper goodbye to her father and nothing could ruin that for her.

fourteen years old. her great uncle had been diagnosed with brain cancer fifteen months prior, she had stayed with him throughout the whole journey, refusing to leave his side, he had become the closest thing to her father over the years that she lived with him. he died at the kennedy compound in the summer and darcy reluctantly had to move back to manhattan and live with her mom. his death affected her nearly as much as her father’s and it’s a death she carries with her everyday. 

psychiatric state: upon her return to the ues her mom once again immediately put darcy into counseling a different and more renowned psychiatrist this time. darcy quickly started to feel like her mother stuck her with a psychiatrist so she wouldn’t have to talk to her daughter about everything that’s gone on, her mother instilled this idea that you don’t talk to anyone about your troubles but a psychiatrist, to everyone else you need to come off happy and content with life no matter how hard it gets. her psychiatrist dr. hill has helped her through alot but she still struggles everyday feeling like she’s a victim of the infamous kennedy curse. 

return to the ues. darcy’s return to the upper east side was a whirlwind to say the least. she came back right in time four the first day of highschool. it was a big day to say the least as no one expected her arrival. she reuniting with old friends, was swarmed by paparazzi once again, and made new friendships. she was different this time though, poised, friendly, and charismatic unlike the blair waldorf-esque self she was as a child.

constance billard. during school she was very academic. history was possibly her favorite, maybe because her family was apart of it. she participated in debate team and lacrosse, which she became captain of both by her senior year. she graduated constance with a 3.9 gpa and was accepted into columbia, harvard, and brown. she was tempted to attend brown just to feel a bit closer to her dad but decided to opt out of college all together. 

socialite & philanthropy. coming out of school she decided to dive head first into some charity work, from working with unicef to the national brain tumor society. by twenty she became a unicef ambassador and started her own foundation, the darcy kennedy foundation, a nonprofit organization focusing on finding better treatments for cancer patients as well as helping children who have lost their parents due to any sort of fatal event. and of course being who she is she’s been paid to attend events, galas, and parties since she was about fifteen years old, a true american socialite lol.

publicity. as much as everyone tried, it was an impossible feet for a kennedy to stay out of the lime light, especially when you’re the daughter of jfk jr. despite the attempts made by her parents and other family members darcy was often spread across magazine covers, and webpages. as she grew older it only seemed to get worse. 

personality. today, darcy is kind, caring, and charismatic. she’s the girl who walks around with a resting bitch face but will walk up to you with a bright smile and compliment your head to toe and genuinely mean every word. to piggyback off that she is extremely genuine and because of this she is also rather loyal, if she cares for you, you never have to worry about her doing something to hurt you or that could hurt you int he slightest. she is rather mature due to everything she’s gone through in life and because of this is often the voice of reason, a total mom friend but don’t think for a minute she doesn’t know how to have fun, because darcy can truly be the life of the party and is always down for an adventure; she is loud, witty, and just overall a good time think, imari stuart. 

romantic life. when it comes to relationships the girl is a mess. she dated a brooklyn boy during sophomore year, but she never got past the lust phase with him and so she broke things off with him six months later (wanted connection *cough* *cough*). during junior year she started dating a guy who was everything she was looking for in the last, she fell head over heels for him almost immediately, which was really her downfall in the end. he’s broken her heart more times than one, but she can’t seem to let him go even six years later. she’s had hook ups and short lived relationships sprinkled in between while her and sawyer aren’t together but no one compares in her eyes; she’s been with girls, guys, and everyone in between in an attempt to find someone to get her mind off of her ex but nothing works.

fun facts. her first car was a used 1994 saab that was not in style or cool by any means it was her dad so she didn’t car, but now she owns a few cars that could genuinely put most cars to shame lmao (found here), loves all kinds of music and you never want to put her on aux unless you want to listen to a whole lot of classics/throwbacks like queen, frank sinatra, usher, the beatles, and britney spears, she’s slept with leonardo dicaprio (weird flex i know), she moved out when she was 18 and currently lives at 12 east 88th street (found here), if you’re ever looking for her you can probably find her at a bar with a burger in one hand and a glass of sangria in the other, she is 5′10″ and has a tendency of wearing high heeled boots with give her even more height, she’s never done a narcotic a day in her life but will drink anyone and their father under the table, her great-uncle left most of his belongings to his widow but he did leave darcy 50million dollars for her trust fund, while her father left her everything from material assets to 100million dollars that also went to her trust, when she was 18 she was given her trust found including 100million from her mother.

[theabandonedones]

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ABOUT ME

tagged by: @maggiestein tagging: @bruisedmorality + anyone who wants to steal it! 

IN GENERAL:

REAL NAME: Kerri

NICKNAMES: Ker, Luka, KerBear, Snowball

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: They/Them

ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON?: No way not at all tbh

WHEN SWIMMING, DO YOU PREFER TO DO IT IN THE OCEAN, OR IN A LAKE?: I prefer the water to be clear - I grew up on a lake, so I do adore them, but I get anxious if I can’t see the bottom for various reasons (where I lived, people threw glass in the lake a lot, so I cut my feet a few times). 

ON TUMBLR:

ANYONE YOU WOULD LIKE TO MEET IN REAL LIFE?: Most people tbh? I really wanna meet Fish / @bruisedmorality one day, and Abra too!

ANYONE YOU HAVE MET IN REAL LIFE?: @cracked-roleplay and I met and it was amazing !! I met @reaper-unknown too, a few years back!

WHEN DID YOU FIRST JOIN? oh god, uhm, 2011? Probably? 

YOUR CURRENT ACCOUNT?: This one was made in 2018

ANY PEEVES?

Some of these may not count as pet peeves but?? 

Disrespect, on any level. Parents not respecting kids, friends not respecting friends, strangers not respecting strangers, server members not respecting admins. Disrespect grinds my fucking gears.

People who disregard mental illness and/or life, subscribe to the ‘if you cared you would find time’ idea. Life doesn’t work that way. Choke. 

Similar vein, people who disregard the severity of any mental disorder or trigger. 

Shipping drama, just.... Shipping drama, dude. 

When people constantly vent to you but never open a door for you to vent / ask how you are / etc. I’m not your arm chair therapist just because I’m a psych major. I love to help, but if that’s all I am to you, we need to talk. 

UNPOPULAR OPINION: You don’t have to hang out with an irl friend every week to be a good friend, especially as an adult. 

FEELINGS:

DO YOU EASILY GET JEALOUS?: Jealousy is a normal human emotion and I think it’s been demonized a lot in the rpc. I do get jealous, and in some regards I get easily jealous. That being said, my jealousy is manageable, and rarely gets out of hand. 

DO YOU EASILY GET ANGRY?: About very specific things, and nothing else, honestly. 

ARE YOU EASY TO CHEER UP?: It honestly depends. Due to trauma and anxiety, I’m far more likely to lowkey ignore upsets, despite it not being healthy. If you can get me to admit I’m not okay though, it’s not hard?? Cute animals, music, watching movies, it’s little things that help... with the exception of like, depression. 

ARE YOU GOOD AT HIDING YOUR EMOTIONS?: -points above- I really do think I am. A lot of my friends may say I’m not, but honestly that’s because I try to be open with them. However... As Abra said on her’s here, people know what I want them to know, and maybe a little more. 

WHAT’S THE VERY BEST WAY TO CHEER YOU UP?: Cute animal pictures, movie nights / geeking over shows, characters, etc. 

RELATIONSHIPS:

ARE YOU CURRENTLY IN A RELATIONSHIP?: Two! 

DO YOU CURRENTLY HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: My SO’s!! 

IF YES, MIGHT THAT SOMEONE BE READING THIS?: I’ma link this to Ray later so probably him at least 

DO YOU KISS ON THE FIRST DATE?: It depends on the date, the person I’m with, etc. Have I before? Yes.  Have I also avoided it like the plague before? Also yes. 

DO YOU PREFER GOING OUT, OR STAYING HOME, WHEN IT COMES TO DATES?: I like a mixture? I love ‘stay at home’ dates, but if I don’t go out occasionally I get twitchy. My depression acts up really bad if I’m trapped inside for too long, and that aside, I’m a sucker for going places with my SO, even if it’s just a ‘grocery store date’. 

THINGS:

FAVORITE DRINK: Non- Alcoholic: Sweet Tea, Coffee, Pineapple Juice; Alcoholic: Blackberry Sangria

FAVORITE FOOD: Fried rice!

[jow99]

More anchovies 🎉🥂

Sunday morning Jose met Martijn for a swim before we were picked up by Katharine and Stephen and Katharine’s father (Peter) to do some more of the Ruta de Tapa. Having the car we took the opportunity to do a couple of the outlying bars.

A fun morning and then we(Jose and I) stopped for a light lunch and a glass of sangria enroute back to the apartment.

It was a pretty chilled afternoon, I even tried to have a nanna nap but to no avail. As Sunday was Katharine’s birthday we met again early evening and knocked over 3 more on the Ruta de Tapa before going out to dinner to celebrate her birthday. I have to say even I had had my fill of food and drink by the end of the day.

Tomorrow K&S drive back to the UK so we won’t see them now until next year 🥲. Hopefully we’ll get to see Stephen in Sydney in February.

Monday morning it was time to knuckle down. I got on with the washing while Jose ran an errand and then we did some grocery shopping. The afternoon pretty much was the same - washing and admin, etc before it was finally time to get in a couple more anchovy Tapa. After tonight only 10 more to go.

Dinner tonight at home watching a movie.

[alien-ct]

{Soulmate Au / Taeyong}

By: Admin Zar 

Requested By: @kookiexdae: “hi there!! could i request maybe a soulmate au! with taeyong or u being a trainee and taeyong helps you out even though he has nct and u fall for each other?? pls 💕💕 “  

Lucky for you, you get both requests! I hope you like it!

You were born with a small box on the far left of your left wrist 

This box changed an array of colors  

From dark blues to bright yellows 

It only changed colors sometimes, black seemed like it’s neutral color  

The colors weren’t very vibrant but you could still tell the difference between the different tints, shades and tones 

So you would watch as at box slowly turned into the colors, wondering what they meant  

You knew that somehow this was connected to your soulmate 

But you just didn’t know why 

When you turned fourteen, you noticed a voice would appear in your head 

But not one of your own 

Someone else’s 

To you it seemed like your mind had a mind of it’s own 

But you noticed something in correlation the box on your wrist  

When you could hear the voice in your head, you noticed the box would turn different colors 

Sometimes when the box changed colors, you didn’t even hear the voice 

Sometimes you could just hear sounds 

Once you were in class taking a test and you started to hear small sniffiles  

These escalated into louder whimpers until they were complete cries  

You watched as the box slowly turned into a faint shade of dark blue  

There was a small hurt in your heart, that you couldn’t help this person  

You couldn’t help the person that you were supposed to be with 

But if you were to ever meet this person, how would you know anyway?  

And could they hear your thoughts as well?

It wasn’t until your sophomore year of uni

You were studying in a cafe nearby  

You had an extremely noisy roommate, who didn’t seem to consider others much 

You had an earbud in one ear, listening to your favorite melodies to study to  

The cafe was decorated with warm neutrals with a splash of neutral greens  

The seating was made of woods with comfortable, plush seating coverings over them 

There were a few couches, but you liked sitting at your own table where no one could try to sit next to you  

A group of rowdy, boys walked into the cafe and you noticed the small box on your arm turned yellow without you noticing 

But this time it wasn’t the faint, dull yellows that you saw before  

The color was bright and vibrant 

Your eyebrows furrowed in response 

Taeyong walked into the cafe with a few of his best friends; Doyoung, Mark, Johnny, Yuta- well, all of his best friends- too many to name 

Since everyone else was still deciding what they wanted, he decided to go ahead and order 

As he went to grab his wallet to pay for the medium iced americano, 

He noticed the small box on the far right side of his right hand, turned a sangria color  

But just like you, this color was not extremely vibrant  

One that he now associated with the frustration of his soulmate

He quickly payed for the drink and stepped away from his friends to examine the tattoo 

He didn’t understand as to why now, out of all times does the colors seem more bright than before 

Than he heard your voice 

“Julius Caesar was stabbed in the back by that lil ugly boy Pompey and then literally stabbed in the back by Brutus! My mans can never catch a damn break!”  

He looked around to find the only person in the cafe studying, you 

He couldn’t help but stare 

He was awestruck 

You were so beautiful?? like is this real life?? 

You felt someone’s gaze on you and you looked up from your notes on Julius Caesar and the First Triumvirate  

You locked eyes with him and you both just had this feeling of fulfillment? 

Like you just didn’t something you were always supposed to do   

Not that either of you noticed, but the small boxes flushed pink, then disappeared  

He slowly walked over and introduced himself, “Hi… my name’s Taeyong” 

“Y/N” 

And that’s how you met your soulmate, your mans, your boo - Lee Taeyong 

Hope you enjoyed! Request are open!