#and said manifestation showed him visions of his friends in relationships and said he isnt like them and he’ll never be like them

[andie-platonically]

not to make this a fandom thing but this is what people who say riz isnt canonically aroace sound like

"but the text never explicitly stated it!!!" hey, so that's actually what they tried to teach you in those english classes you barely passed 😁

[mychemicalaromanticism]

things ive already established r on this post

besties this got so fucking long but heres a giant ramble about cherri

okay so. there are huge differences betwn cherri as a hyperviolent drac hunter and cherri as a friend of the four and cherri as the girls mentor. with the first one he was 17 and desperate to distance himself from his upbringing so he went all in on Being A Killjoy. he was always one of the first ppl to rush into a fight and he fought hard. he blew up his fuckin hand with that attitude. and all the while he was just racking up more unaddressed trauma and eventually he ran away from that, too. giving himself radiation poisoning was more appealing than facing his problems.

so as a teenager/young adult hes kind of constantly in a panicked state. hes scared the people from his past are going to find him and drag him back with them. so he lashes out and he runs away over and over again.

i said in another post that he has some past life shit goin on which usually would give him a connection to the witch that manifests early in life, but with all the stuff hes gone through he has been Preoccupied. he can become oblivious to almost anything that doesnt apply to whatever hes focused on. not in a hyperfocus way its likeeeeee. when u live on survival mode during prolonged periods of stress. hes immune to magic bullshit bc hes too tired and scared.

anyways around his mid-20s he finally has a little more stability (as much as the average person living in the zones can have, that is) and he finally notices that Weird Stuff happens around him. basically: out of my list of Powers People Connected To The Witch Have he has the prophetic dreams/enhanced intuition as well as a form of sensing ghosts where he can see auras and kind of like, echoes of past events in ppls lives. that look like auras. itz complicated and not of utmost importance so im leaving it at that.

anyways thats what makes him start writing poetry. just 4 funsies he'll describe his weird experiences and embellish them to make em pretty. just as a casual hobby n all that.

he would forget fun ghoul in between the times they ran into each other but its pretty easy to be reminded of who fun ghoul is. the most insane 10 year old cherri has ever met. cherri isnt a brother figure to ghoul. hes just. his friend that happens to be more than twice his age. its whatever lmao

to cherri, ghoul is kinda like a stray animal he keeps seeing. which is hilarious. ghoul actually goes and finds him to introduce him to jet when they start running together, and cherri meets party and kobra (spark and birdie at the time) when he drives the four of them to a party. because he has a truck hell yeah. so now instead of one stray animal he has, like, a feral cat colony that he drives around occasionally. i have no real-life human relationship equivalent to them because irl if some guy that is not related to any of you and isnt even a childhood or family friend and theyre hanging out with you? they are usually not a safe person lmao. but this is my fantasy land and im too stubborn to change anyones birth years even though ghoul being born in 2004 makes everything really hard to make not creepy.

so yeah hes a casual somewhat friend of the fab four. hed probably get more and more concerned as they got famous. the beginnings of any sort of protective feelings, awww :) that sets him up for becoming the girls mentor.

OH FUCK. THE GIRL..... i think if i was in my late 20s and i heard that the gang of 13-17 year olds had adopted a 5 year old kid i would go bananas. what the fuck. it is a LONG while before cherri meets her. but he has the strongest affection for ghoul (if you could even call it that) and ghoul absolutely adores the girl and swings her around under her arms like a cat to show her off to cherri and its very endearing and the girl is sweet and funny so its easy to be around her. and (unfortunately) she is somewhat used to interacting with weird easily agitated people so she kinda gives him space. cherri isnt quite the uncle figure the fandom usually makes him (i luv uncle cherri sm but he simply cannot exist in the universe ive created, f), but hes a little similar.

and then the four had to go and pretend to die. lol.

when the girl was kidnapped, fucking everyone who knew her was ready to storm the city then and there. like regardless of how little you knew her, if you had ever met her you would fucking die for her. she is pure childish charisma and shes precious. i love the girl. so cherris immediately on board with whatever plan the four make to get her back. ive already talked abt how it fucked up the girl tho; there was no way to tell her that the four werent actually dead, she sees the building collapse and she shuts down. and cherri has to fight against his instinct to leave the radio station and never come back when he sees an eight year old girl sitting dissociated on the couch. that fucks everyone up.

i just realized i havent talked about literally anyone else at the radio station. i think cherri started lingering around the station bc it was safe and sheltered while also not being a popular spot. there are less kids there (people pass through but its not a hangout spot). he was kind of just hanging around to get away from the heat and noise and dr d took notice. because that man can see ur soul and no one knows if thats literal or not. so theyd chat a few times a day and show pony was the one 2 get him out of his shell a little and also was the first one he mentioned his poetry hobby to. im making this all up right now as im writing bc i dont know anything about LITERALLY any of the ppl associated w the radio like im not even going 2 try with chimp n newsie i do not have the willpower to tackle all that. justttt. cherri pony n D become bros and live 2gether there.

back 2 the regular timeline. the rescue mission happens in 2019. the girl lives at the station until 2023. during that time she is very much depressed and withdrawn and is only happy when the four come to visit. none of the Adults know how to help her so they just keep her safe and cared for and hope she'll open up to them.

she does not. she takes the weird cat thats been hanging around and she runs away.

cherri does not see her for three years. shes still worse for wear in the mental health department and he can see all kinds of visions of what shes been through since the last time he saw her and he fucking hates the ultra vs bc they remind him of his past. he does not want her going down that path but its obvious that she isnt crazy abt the ultraviolence thing either so thats a relief.

they have a kind of tense relationship throughout the comics. he feels like he failed her and that spirals into feeling like he failed the four for not being a good adult to them and fun ghoul for not helping enough when his commune was bombed and all kinds of shit and that irrational thinking mixed with plain old, yknow, caring about the girl, is what makes him take a bullet (laser. whatever) for her.

i was trying to figure out the timing of each of their ghost experiences, but i want both of them to talk to the witch and im just gonna make it like dreams where a whole buncha stuff happens but irl its been like seconds. so its like barely a second while the girl has her Witch Convo and cherri FINALLY gets a straight answer, yes there is weird shit going on with him having powers. he doesnt have any story-significant past lives because im lazy, hes just an old soul. like really fuckin old. the amount of latent life experience and stuff his soul/energy/whatever has picked up along the way makes him VERY noticeable to gods n stuff. he fuckin lights up all the alarms like what the FUCK is that over there. she wasnt rly able to get to him or even properly notice him while he was a kid and a young adult so shes happy to finally see him again. he has a STRONG sense of familiarity with her. they know each other on a wild ass level that he cant really comprehend.

welp thats some more lore I'll have 2 think abt. anywayz

post canon is when he and val get to have the most awkward spiderman meme moment of realizing that they have the same trauma SOOOOO thatz fun lol /s sorry kings i thought it would be fun to give u something fucked up to bond over <3

not much changes in his personality. he has a better understanding of Weird Magic and delights in freaking out the ultra vs but for the most part he returns to his life at the radio station. i love him

THIS GOT SO CRAZY LONG I DID NOT MEAN 2 GO THROUGH EVERY PART OF HIS LIFE LIKE SOME WEIRD CHARACTER STUDY but here we are. this is basically a first draft like almost all of this is subject to change but u gotta start somewhere. so heres my start i love this guy. its probably obvious but i have not read ANY twitterverse killjoys stuff </3 maybe i will someday idk

[iamtaekooked]

Genre: Soulmate AU! Red string of fate au

Word count: 3.3 k

Synopsis: 

You didn’t believe in soulmates until you lay your eyes on Jeon Jeongguk, the younger brother of your best friend’s husband. That is when you see the red string which begins encircled around your pinky and ends in his.

A/N: This is my thank you for 2k+ followers. It is inspired by the Chinese folklore of red string of fate (read it, if you haven’t. Its cute). Lang Leav is also an inspiration behind this imagine (points to ‘soulmates’ and ‘stardust’). Enjoy reading!

Part 2 

“Why do I have to go?” you whine to your best friend So Rim who is trying to convince you to go to Seokjin’s celebratory party.  She gives you an incredulous look through the mirror before resuming running the make up brush in full circles on her cheeks to fill up any gaps left in her make up. You sigh and fall onto her bed head first, pulling the blue covers over your face.

“ You have to go because it will be a good opportunity for you to meet men, and maybe one of these men will be your soulmate” she doesn’t stop in her motions but keeps her eyes trained on your covered figure.

So Rim can really be a pain in the butt when she decides something. Unfortunately for you she has decided that you are going to attend the lavish party her husband is throwing in honour of getting elected as the attorney general. You have never been one for parties especially not ones where you have to dress formal, and definitely not ones where you know you will be surrounded by couples who claim to be soulmates. So Rim and Seokjin are soulmates too. You can see the red string of fate sometimes. It comes as a flash of red for a few seconds and you can tell when two people are meant to be.

The only exception to this is you. You haven’t seen the string appear around your finger yet and frankly you have given up hope of it ever manifesting itself and leading you to a destined life of happiness. Its bullshit you would say if someone were to ask you what you thought. Because how can it be love when you don’t choose who you fall in love with it? How can it be love when someone rather something else has made that choice for you. Isn’t love supposed to liberate people and not bind them? For these reasons and more you sort of despise the idea.

Its a very unhealthy way to look at relationships in your perspective. To bind yourself to one person, and to remain bound to said person for as long as you live seems a bit restrictive to you. And the notion that happiness can be achieved if and only if said soulmate steps in the picture is even more redundant than the supposed string of fate you keep seeing.

“You know I don’t believe in that shit. It’s stupid” you huff out the words in frustration.

“Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. You of all people should know that. Not everyone can see the string you know” So Rim replies, getting up from in front of her vanity and sitting down on the bed next to you. You shift slightly to give her more space. Her fingers rake their way through your hair massaging your scalp. She knows you too well which is why she is acting all affectionate. She knows it soothes you and that is exactly what she is aiming for. Because once your resolve melts it isn’t all that hard to convince you.

“I know. I don’t get why I have to be one of the rare few people who do see this string. I don’t even like the idea of soulmates much less the existence of such a concept” you lift the covers off your face, for you were beginning to suffocate because of your own breathing.

“If it wasn’t for you, Seokjin and I wouldn’t be together” So Rim smiles fondly at you, feeling thankful for your ability because she knows and you know how much she needed Seokjin in her life.

You had made them privy to the existence of the string that connected them and from there on everything else was history. You had never seen two people get close as quickly as them. But neither have you ever seen a love, a bond as strong as theirs. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel jealous. You remember the times when your stomach would drop at the sight of So Rim and Seokjin together. Hell even their names rhymed a little bit and it pissed you off to say the least.

You would sometimes feel the emptiness within you spread like a vicious poison at the sight of them together. It would take you hours and sometimes days to pull yourself out of the slump. Yes you didn’t believe in soulmates, but just because you didn’t believe in it didn’t mean you never had moments when you didn’t crave it. Because people feel down, and in the face of suffering its in the nature of a human being to turn towards hope. And hope you did, that one day you might find you own soulmate and have a chance at happiness. If not a soulmate, at the very least someone to hold and to love.

However moments like these were very far and very few in between because your head wasn’t in the cloud like majority of the world. You had dreams you wanted to turn into reality and wishes you wanted fulfilled and you knew that a soulmate wouldn’t be able to do it for you.

“Yea yea I know” you sigh and give her a small smile which as always she reciprocates.

“Come on. Get Ready. Seokjin wants us there by 6 pm sharp and trust me you don’t want to miss the beginning” she winks at you and smiles knowingly. Suddenly you don’t feel so good because whatever it is she is smiling about you know you won’t like.

You were right in holding up the belief that parties weren’t your thing because boy was this party one hell of a pomp and show. You felt completely underdressed despite putting on your favourite red gown that you had once spent a fortune on. So Rim on the other hand looks effortlessly beautiful with her hair let loose in soft curls, and make up looking flawlessly natural. You sigh in irritation as you reluctantly take small steps that slowly but surely lead you further into the large hotel building.

Following So Rim’s lead you straighten your back, puff out your chest and attempt to walk with an air of confidence. But you fail miserably when you almost trip on the hem of your gown. Gathering yourself as gracefully as you can, you finally reach the entrance of the grand banquet hall where the party is being held.

Your breath catches in your throat at the luxurious ball room in front of you. The pillars upon which the roof stands are beautifully draped with golden curtains upon which are placed white hydrangea flower decorations. It isnt too bright on the eyes. It is subtle, and radiated beauty in its wholeness. There is a large tower of champagne glasses. Champagne Fountain. It was the most typically overused item of luxurious dining you have ever seen.

You shake your head and enter behind So Rim who walks with such grace that you find yourself filled with insecurities. You inhale deeply in an effort to drive away the negative thoughts from your mind and instead settle your focus on the man who is standing in the spotlight. You can’t make out his face clearly, but with a tall erect stature you assume its none other than Seokjin, the man of the night.

He begins speaking and for a split second you strain your ears because his voice sounds slightly lower than usual. You figure its his attempt at trying to appear intimidating and powerful. After all who doesn’t cower against a man with a voice so deep. The crowd of people who begin to stand in front of you,  craning their necks to get a look at him obstructs your view completely so you try to stand on your tip toes but fail when your heeled toes strain too much from the weight you are putting on them. You let your heels fall back on the ground and settle for listening to his voice.

You didn’t know whether the speech wasn’t that long or whether you had missed quite a lot of it but people around you were beginning to applaud. The crowd parts to give way to someone and as the figure comes closer, you find yourself coming face to face with Seokjin, who stops right in front of you. The spotlight lands on the both of you and he takes his hand in yours and places a soft gentle kiss at the back of your hand.

“Y/n” he bows his head at you. You stand in confusion because if Seokjin was entering just now then who was giving the speech. Remembering that you are supposed to bow back, you bend your back slightly, and bow back as gracefully as you can while holding your dress in your hands. “Seokjin” you smile up at him. He nods in acknowledgement and with his hands folded behind his back he makes his way onto the stage, while the spotlight follows him like its his shadow.

Your body turns of its own accord as your eyes follow Seokjin while he proceeds towards the stage. When he stops on the stage your breath hitches in your throat again but for a very different reason this time. Standing next to him is the most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on. He shines the brightest out of everyone and for a split second you see a white aura surrounding his figure. You blink your eyes in a rapid succession in effort to clear out your vision and when you look back at him the white aura is gone. Yet he looks as beautiful and gorgeous as ever with his black hair parted to the side.

“Thank you my brother” Seokjin’s voice reaches your ears but its distant because all you can focus on is the man next to him who is smiling so wide and so bright that his eyes disappear into crescents. Your heart races at watching his smile reaching the corner of his eyes. Suddenly an image of bunnies flashes in you mind and you can’t help but chuckle to yourself at the resemblance. Its cute, you think.

You don’t notice when So Rim occupies the spot next to you but you are brought out of your magical reverie by the nudge of her elbow.

“I told you, you wouldn’t want to miss it” she again passes that knowing smile your way as if she had seen your awestruck state. Your cheeks warm at her remark and you cannot help but avoid her curious gaze. You clear your throat in response and train your eyes on the ground because neither can you look up at the stage because if you did you were sure your cheeks would colour red, nor can you step away because Seokjin is still in the midst of his speech ; of which you haven’t paid attention to a single word.

“Thats Jeongguk. Jin’s younger brother. Handsome isn’t he?” She cocks an eyebrow at you and you pull your brows together in an attempt to hide your burning curiosity with a frown.

“Good to know I guess” you reply in a matter of factly tone.

Your conversation with her is short lived as Seokjin pulls her onto the stage and they begin to thank everyone who had supported him in his campaign. They thank everyone for taking the time to come out and celebrate the momentous occasion with them. But you couldn’t care less for your eyes have once again found the man named Jeongguk.

You feel drawn to him like a moth drawn to a flame. Despite the reminders your brain is throwing at you about maintaining composure, you lose it all the moment your eyes found him. He unsettled you, made you uncomfortable but in a way that made your spine tingle with anticipation and your stomach turn with nervous energy and hint of excitement. 

He is like the burning star that blinds your eyes but his power is so alluring that you cannot help but look. In that moment you become aware of your yearning for the man. The way he looks at you makes you feel like is making love to your soul and it sucks you in. 

Suddenly a desperation takes a hold of you and you cannot help but wish that he were your soulmate. You don’t know what changed from two hours ago but you wish for him to be yours and for you to be his. It feels like a sort of hunger that is growing within you each second that your eyes feast on his beauty. 

But then his eyes catch yours and for a second you feel like you will burn to ashes.His gaze is so piercing that you feel like revealing all your secrets because somehow it seems that he knows them already. He looks at you over the rim of his wine glass, sipping the red liquid all the while keeping his eyes locked with yours. You are the first to look away, to give into the butterflies in your stomach, the first to confirm the silent attraction you feel towards him.

“Would you like to dance?” A distant voice rings in your ear and as you look to your right you find a good looking man extending his hand forwards waiting for you to take. He is handsome but he is nothing compared to the light that is Jeongguk. You rest your hand in his and let him lead you onto the dance floor. Instantaneously his arm wraps around the small of your back and you hesitantly place your hand on his shoulder but not before glancing at Jeongguk whose eyes are trained on the two of you.

You sway to the music and tear your eyes away from Jeongguk and even if it is for a few seconds that your eyes remain deprived of his beauty, you feel the urge to look rising in you again. 

As the music fades into another song you find yourself being yanked by the arm and hitting your head against a hard chest. You instantly recognize the colour of the shirt and feel afraid to look up because you know its going to be him. 

His arm loops around your back much like the other man’s had but this time the touch has a maddening effect on you. You begin to lose your touch with reality for a euphoric feeling begins to course through your veins. You don’t know what it is, you don’t even care what its called. All you know is it makes you feel loved and beautiful. 

His fingers carefully trace their way up your forearm, upper arm and trail from the top of your shoulder and down your spine until his other hand comes to join the one already wrapped around your back.Goosebumps erupt all of your skin and your stomach tightens in knots. Its addicting.His touch. He holds you flush against himself, not leaving even an inch of space between you. No need to say but its a very awkward for a first dance, and even for a first meeting. 

You finally gather the courage to look into his eyes. You forget how to breathe because you see stars in them. You see a fire in his eyes and momentraily you remember you have seen it somewhere before, in another place, another time. You find them filled with so much warmth and fondness that your heart swells with an unnamed emotion. He is smiling down at you, teeth peeking slightly through his parted lips. Your heart is hammering against your chest and you can hear the vibrations in your ears and it dulls out the sound of the music. For a moment it feels like you are swaying to the beat of your own heart and its a beautiful thought.

He laces his hands together behind your waist and pulls you further into himself and you cannot help but gasp. He chuckles at your response but doesn’t let his hold on your waist loosen. Your hands clutch onto the fabric of his suit instead of holding onto his sides because you are afraid. 

You are afraid he will burn you, but you know you won’t mind because even ending for him feels like a beginning. Because what you feel for him surpasses every feeling, every belief you have ever held. You are afraid that if you touch him you will feel something, something so powerful that your legs might give out, or worse you might pass out. So you hold onto the fabric of his suit for your own safety and sanity. 

The song finally ends and you don’t even realize it until he stops moving. You have been too busy being absorbed in the plethora of feelings he is awakening in you, and you were so lost in his allure that you don’t realize people around you filing off the stage.

You immediately let go of him, but his hands stay locked behind the small of your back and he stands in the centre of the stage holding you in his arms. You look around at the crowd of people who have dispersed at various locations in the ballroom, but to your surprise and relief not a single person is paying mind to the two of you. The lights above the stage begin to dim until the space is enclosed by dull lights. You sigh in relief.

“I am Jeongguk” he whispers close to your ear and you immediately flinch back at the sensation of his warm breath hitting the side of your neck. You can understand why you feel the pull towards him, but you can’t understand why he is acting in such a bold way when is meeting you for the first time.

“Okay Mr. Jeongguk. Will you please let go?” you raise your eyebrows at him and you are fairly surprised at how steady your voice comes out. But only you know the chaos that has ensued inside you because of the man standing in front of you.

“Are you sure?” He arches a brow , slightly tilting his head in question but letting go once he sees you nod.

“I was expecting an answer something along the lines of don’t let go, given the mutual attraction between us” he smirks at you, enjoying seeing the look of shock on your face, and watching you squirm under his gaze.

You clear your throat before responding. “Those are passionate words Mr. Jeon”

“What can I say miss y/n, I am a passionate man” he chuckles before offering you his forearm, and you take it letting him lead you off the dance floor and towards a more comfortable place to carry out the conversation.

“How do you know my name?” you ask as you walk arm in arm with him, keeping your gaze focused straight ahead. Walking next to him instills you with a ferocious confidence. A man like him can make anyone feel like a million bucks.

“I like to do my homework before I meet people” he replies while bowing his head to someone in the distance, an acquaintance you figure.

“Are you implying that you intended to meet me here?” you narrow your eyes at him curiously.

“What if I say yes?” he turns to look at you, and lets his eyes travel your profile, mapping every nook, every crevice of your face and committing it to his memory.

“Then I would ask you why”

“Why?” The corner of his mouth pulls up in a lopsided smile, one that gives way to the next words he says.

“Because you don’t seem to remember”

At this you halt in your steps and orient your body towards him, a look of utter confusion apparent on your face.You tilt your head to the side and narrow your eyes in confusion.

“Remember what exactly?”

“Me” he smiles to himself biting his lip, a sinful look on a man as gorgeous as him.

“We’ve met before hence why my boldness. I figured you didn’t remember the first time our eyes met tonight”

“Viena. Summer of 2013. The outdoor concert…” his voice trails off. He watches in curiosity as the confused expression on your face morphs into one of realization.

Then you remembered.

(End of Part 1)

Shall I write part 2 or not??? I haven’t written it yet because I wasn’t sure how it would be received. So if you guys want part 2 lemme know!! Dont forget to leave a note, reblog, or comment if you liked it! Send me your thoughts through my ask box if you wish!! Thanks for reading and Thank you for 2k❤️