#arcade had to deal with it alone for most of his life bc he was afraid of hurting humans. but sol can safely stay with him and comfort him 🥺

[p0rnd3aler]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE NSFW THINK PIECE/DRABBLE

I’m depraved

Rafayel is the neediest. He’s got a lot of insecurities/abandonment issues from his first love and he def has an anxious attachment style. He’s also absolutely the type of person to be codependent (Hello?? “Join me let’s drown in the ocean together”????? Like, come on). He’s constantly trying to do every little thing with you, almost like he can’t breathe unless it’s air that’s already been filtered through your lungs.

However, all big baby behavior™️ considered, he definitely knows how to woo you. I feel like since he’s Lemurian and also an artist, he only knows how to love a person in the most deeply devoted and romantic way. He’s also very careful with his heart and who he gives it to, once he decides it’s truly and solely yours that’s it. There’s no one else. But you also have to honor that with proper care, he’s very sensitive.

Anyway, I feel like he fucks in a way that’s slow, very sensual. The kind of love making where he takes over all of your senses, all you can feel is his touch, all you can smell is his sweat and cologne, all you can taste is him on your tongue, and all you can see and hear are his face and the sweet words of devotion he whimpers in your ear.

He’s also very easy to rile up.

Zayne is boring to me. Like I get the appeal he’s very hot and he’s also very stable (in a romantic sense) and healthy but I just can’t fantasize about that. Like yeah he’s a busy ass surgeon who will always make time for you no matter what and he’s super devoted and always caring for you in little ways, but also mf will make you take a water break during sex if you’re too wet bc he doesn’t want you to get dehydrated. Im done.

Honestly I think I’m biased against him bc the way he talks to MC just reminds me of this horrid man I met at a bus stop once who immediately started trying to tell me what to do/give me life advice. I get Zayne is qualified and the guy at the bus stop was not but idc if y’all want me to put effort into writing for him ur gonna have to submit it into the requests baby, moving on.

SYLUS. I feel like everybody thinks he’s just some big ol’ nasty freak but they’re WRONG. THEYRE WRONG ABOUT HIM.

Don’t get me wrong he’s definitely fucking tweaking when you first meet him, like just going apeshit off the bat with no context for us. But also? Once you get to know him? Bitch I’ll kill for that man you do not know. This mf drops everything for you.

Important arms deal he’s been trying to set up for a year or going to the arcade with you to get plushies out of a claw machine? Deal = cancelled

The fearless leader of the N109 zone who blows up anyone who perturbs him slightly. MF contributes 50% of the carbon in the atmosphere alone with the amount of shit he literally actually blows up with bombs. But you? You may break into his house and handcuff him to his bed in his sleep while trying to steal a brooch off of him. he doesn’t give a fuck. he’s in love with you. Set his house on fire! He won’t care! He’ll just buy a new one!

As rough as he is around the edges he’s completely smitten. “You should know I adore you. There is no love purer than mine.” Like girl don’t fucking play with me. Is he mentally ill? Absolutely. But he is so devoted, so careful with you. “I’m never annoyed when we do things together.” It’s literally like he’s learning how to be a human being for once and he doesn’t care about losing the coldness or sharpness he once had because you’re more than enough to replace any absence the loss of those thing may bring. He knows he’s getting soft and doesn’t care. He doesn’t try to stop it. To kill for you is nothing to him. Not even a second thought. He kills all the time. But he would never harm again if the violence ever came in between you two.

And I think that dedication, that devotion totally translates itself into how he makes love to you. He’s definitely a filthy talker, I think he says some NASTY shit during sex, just because he likes seeing you squirm and feel how your skin gets hot from his words. But I don’t think he likes hurting you. He wouldn’t do anything to harm you. He’ll spank you yeah, and he’ll tap or squish your cheeks to get your attention. But he only wants to bring you pure, carnal pleasure when it comes to sex. If you even think “that feels good” he’s like a dog with a bone. You get no rest when he’s there you only get mind-numbing pleasure. He’s a tease, he’ll poke lighthearted fun at how loud you’re being, ask you who you think can hear you two while you’re being nasty. But he knows you. He knows what you love, what gets you off, and he cares to learn all of this because of how much he loves you God I’m SICK

Xavier is filthy. That man laps up your pussy like a thirsty dog. The freakiest nastiest mf out of all of them. He won’t show any sexual prowess or interest for months I think. I’m not sure he’s even aware of his powers. Your relationship will literally be based around his chaotic sleeping “schedule” (that shit is not a schedule) and relaxing between missions together. All things considered, you guys spend almost every waking (and sleeping) hour together. Work, dates, naps, eating, it’s almost always together.

It’s not until he hears you getting hit on all night that his composure finally starts to crack.

Three months of the sweetest, purest boyfriend you could ever ask for. Your sweet silly boy, who starts silently pouting all night. It’s not until you two finally find a hotel to stay at for the night, that he finally starts loosening up.

“I’m not a young fool, you know. I don’t take what’s in front of me for granted” he quotes the guys hitting on you earlier, which he heard through your ear piece. Then he recites every time another guy hit on you while you two were on your mission. He’s a jealous jealous jealous boy. He HATES other guys vying for your attention. It just makes him want to whisk you away and bounce you on his dick so loud that every other guy can hear it. When he feels jealousy, he feels the need to mark, claim, devour you so no one else can try and steal you. He gets himself worked up. Stewing and agonizing over the thought and the memory of another guy trying to get to you so much that he can’t even think of sleeping. He gets completely taken over by the urge to have your every reaction solely based on him and what he gives you. I think he fights off these feelings for a long time, up until the protocore mission in the misty invasion memory. He just barely keeps it together until you’re rubbing all over him, pulling him closer to whisper his name in his ear, he just can’t take it. He needs to hear you say it louder. He needs everyone to hear you say his name.

He fucks you so sloppy, the kind of man who does not care what means he has to use as long as the end is what he wants. He wants you covered in marks of his making, he wants you to smell like him, he wants you to have trouble walking the next day, and he wants that asshole who tried hitting on you at work to ask you “what’s wrong? You look like you’re having trouble walking”

And as soon as the guy asks that you look over to Xavier, who has the most pleased little shit eating grin on his face.

The craziest part is that after he gets it all out of his system he’s back to being the little innocent sweet boy. But you know his secret, and he likes that you know it.

[crows-junk-pile]

HIIIII I'VE SCROLLED A BIT THROUGH UR OC TAG AND SAW U SAY U HAVE A BUNCH OF TMA ONES could I hear more about them? or do u have specific posts about them already?

OKOKOKOK SO I HAVE TAGS FOR MY OCS NAMES BUT I HAVEN'T REALY POSTED A BUNCH ABOUT THEIR STORIES/LORE AND A BUNCH OF THEM ARE KINDA SEPRET FROM TMA NOW BUT HERES THEIR NAMES BASIC DEAL AND ENETIE STUFF! I have a lot of characters thats why theres a cut lol. The tags for their names are just oc-[their name] ie oc-nike or oc-atticus. same goes for all my ocs.

Atticus Webb

16-17

He/Him The Buried

Angsty, anxious gothic boy. Hes so Poe bsd core lol. Best friends w/ Kip and Raz, hes the most responsible. He's are usually covered in dirt and mud. Works in a graveyard and build coffins & stuff.

Chrissy I fogot her last name lol.

28

She/Her

The Spiral

Old techintion at the arcade Kip works at. Her story is just Cabnt Man by Lemon Demon. "Haunts"(Terrorizes) Kip & Co. Weird spiral ghost who just fucks around.

Julia "Jules" North

14-16

She/Her

The Lonely

Adopted child of the Norths(they suck btw), an infuncal tech family, was sent to boring school and has been there from 2 years. Said bording school is trying to fuck up the kids their and make them avatars and shit. She gets completely isolated at school and eventually runs away and joins the agency that Nike works at. She hates being alone and usually just sits and listens to music where ever there are people around as she's also not the best at talking to people as she had nobody to talk to for 2 years.

Kip Ellenor

18-19

They/Them

The Eye

Their pretty chill and like coding, video games and general tech stuff, big computer nerd. Best friends w/ Atticus and Raz. Works at an arcade as a technician and starts getting terrorized/haunted by Chrissy. They've got a cool camera

Nike Oxley(She has a lot of stuff that i will not get into here bc she is from a campaign i was in for 8 months)

19-21

She/Her

The Vast

Works as a part time detective at a supernatural agency. Had a near death experience when she was 12 has been fearing and “on the run from death”(to quote her) sense then. She is mildly suicidal but also wants to keep hanging out with her friends idk how to make that make sense. Her friends are probably the reason why Nike is still alive. She is really good at putting on a happy face and getting people to think she's fine and does this a lot.

Roslyn "Raz" Graves

Looks and acts like a 16-15 year old

She/It

The Stranger

***Her current lore is that she's a just a living doll and her old lore is that she was a normal human but durning the story she is kidnapped, skinned, killed, had her skin and soul put on/in a life sized living doll by the circus of the other, escapes and is fucked up. Her old lore is very dark I have now realised. Jesus Christ

She's the funnyjokes person of her friend group and has a bit of "humans are so weird" disease. Best friends w/ Atticus(younger childhood friends) and Kip.

Saffron Jenkins

18-19

She/Her

The Corruption

She has moths hiding in her body ready to bust out and take over her. She does not know about the moths as everybody just thinks it's a health problem that causes her weird pain. She tries not to worry about it and works at a flower shop. I'd imagine she also likes surfing

Tamar I forgot his last name also lol

18-19

He/Him

The Lonely

His mom had a histroy w/ Peter Lukas thats spread down to him. Kip's coworker. Him and Saffron are apartment-mates.

Thats all folks! Most of their updated stories aren't connected to TMA lore and theres a lot more to most of them than what I put here but thats the briefest way I can describe all of them lol feel free to message me if you want me to go on another rant. I also have a bunch on non-tma ocs that are in the same universe that these guys are in now.

[wishing4nuclearwinter]

19 and 22 for sol~

19. If your oc were to turn into a vampire or a werewolf, which would they be, and what would they be like? If they already are one of those, what would they be like as the other one?

Ohohoho so I’ll try to keep this short because I could scream about my vampire!Sol AU for a year. I have had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while where either A. he was a vampire pre-Goodsprings which is why he ended up in the Mojave in the first place while trying to run away from people who might try to abuse his powers or B. he got turned by Doc Mitchell in order to save his life after getting shot.

Either way, Sol would have an extremely difficult time with the whole drinking human blood thing, but I think he would mainly hunt Legionaries so it would be OK. He’d definitely use his powers to fuck the Legion up even worse than he canonically does and probably end up on their list of bogeymen alongside the Burned Man. I don’t think he would be all that much different personality wise, though he would loathe the loss of being able to bask in the hot desert sun. He’d probably be slightly more reserved and withdrawn. Some good sunglasses to hide his eyes would be a nice addition to his Look.

I have a second part of this tho that involves werewolf!Arcade (as a result of Enclave experiments). I’m imagining them both trying to hide it from each other but then Sol just. rips out Vulpes’ throat in Nipton and everything falls apart from there

22. Does your oc believe in ghosts?

Officially and logically? No. Functionally? Kind of. He doesn’t believe in the supernatural, but he has weird relationship with both himself and his pre-Goodsprings self. For a while, he believed that he was practically a ghost living in someone else’s body until that original inhabitant would return. But at some point he begins to actually connect with pre-goodsprings Sol and he realizes it is more like the other way around. He will swear up and down that ghosts aren’t real, but he can’t explain why he could so clearly feel that second presence/person for so long. Why they could speak to him, however briefly, before he released them.

[syubub]

How to Comfort Them

Woop woop! A disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!

Hell yeah. How do they receive comfort best when they need it? I took this specifically as them having a shitty day or week or something along those lines

Seokjin

Lol

Let him wallow

You comfort Seokjin by affirming his right to feel his feelings and let him deal with it on his own time

He can be a bit dramatic but its short lived

Why does this feel like a roast?

Its not I promise

Seokjin just needs to feel and let it go. He doesn't hold on the things for long but trying to force him to talk anything out is a big no thanks

I think being alone really comforts him most but if he's close to someone I think he'd be down to be alone together

He feels comfort by people staying by his side. He might be the type to have a really shitty day and just wants to sit on the couch and watch TV and not talk about it

When he does want to talk about it though, its best to give him honest advice even if it brutally honest

Jinnie has no time for bullshit and he doesn't want sugar coated shit. If he wants an opinion he'll ask for it and be very aware of what he's asking for.

Another way to comfort Jin is possibly distraction. Again its not an always answer but fun nonsense can help him shake off the blues for sure!

Maybe give him a blanket and and some jellies

I also think he'd really not like anyone seeing him cry?

I think if you stumbled upon a crying Jin that needs comfort the best thing you could do is ask if he needs anything and let him know that you're there?

Also maybe if this is like sad sad sad and he's crying in the bathroom or something it might be helpful to sit on the other side of the door and talk to him if he wants to? and get him water?

Idk I think jin can be pretty guarded especially like this so this would probably never happen

Its more likely that he'll flop down on his bed or couch and just hang out

Yoongi

Oki yoobi

Hold his fucking hand

I'm kidding (kinda)

For yoongi, I think he's similar to Jin in that he doesn't want to be told that everything is sunshine and rainbows and he also doesn't want to be treated like a child

For yoobi I think that he'd feel comforted by talking about what/why he feels like shit

Its like he wants to know that he isn't alone but he also doesn't like to seek out comfort bc he doesn't think he's worth it

He'd probably feel a lot of comfort laying in a dark room with calming repetitive sounds

Smack a pair of noise canceling headphones on him with nothing playing

I think that a great way to comfort yoongi if he was having a bad day is by softly showing support and letting him know that he's being thought of?

Things like letters and stuff are really good

I also think distracting him from bad habits that he used to comfort himself is a v good idea

You see him nomming down his nails to tiny nubs? Offer him something to hold (or slap his hand if you're feeling sassy)

But really though comfort for yoongi is something he'd want to be subtle and ever-present so he can access it when its needed most and he'd definitely want to seek out on his own.

I was thinking too, like if he had a panic attack or anxiety attack DO NOT TOUCH HIM I feel strongly about this. Let him seek out physical comfort and 1,000% ask if he wants to be touched

He just seems skittish in this way and I think that he'd respond a lot better if he gets to seek physical comfort out on his own

You hear that people that will meet Yoongi?

BUT if yoongi was really really close with his s.o I could see him searching and asking for cuddles. Two kinds. Smol curled up yoongi would want to be curled around (kinda like nigiri) if things are pretty bad and serious or him laying in between his s.os legs with his head on their stomach specifically so he can have his hair played with.

Hoseok

Show up for him

Remind him that he is loved and sweet and perfect

Definitely ignite his passions again

Take him dancing

Watch a movie that reminds him of a good memory

You'll have to kinda sus out what exactly is bothering him though

Maybe buy him something sweet like a teddy bear or dinner or take him somewhere

Just don't let him wallow. He needs time to process and stuff but getting him up and out of his funk is great!

Take him to an arcade or even just out for a long drive

I think hobi is the type to need stimulation in a thoughtful way so you'd have to assess the situation and see what's appropriate

Bc hobi might also just want to chill

I think he'd also be really big on physical comfort

Hugs

Cuddles

Sharing a bed

Massage even

Yes I'm gonna say it

(18+) he'd enjoy a nice frick frack or a boot knocking if you will

Maybe run him a nice bath and wine and dine him tbh

Namjoon

Comfort joonie by letting him know that he doesn't have to know everything or have a solution for it

I think kinda taking over his role of inspiring speech giver would help him bc he has so much wisdom and advice but can also have a blind spot when it comes to himself

Let him not be logical

Let him impulse buy 43 new plants all named after the kind of plant they are

I think a nice bear hug and some wise words will be comforting to him

Also the words "you're doing a great job, you got this" and "It's okay to feel this way. Let yourself feel what you feel"

Home boi wouldn't mind if, say, he had a shitty day and you bought him an orchid and named it Orca

Really though I think a gentle reminder that he is human and some basic grounding would really help.

I think too with a significant other I could 100% see him finding immense comfort in feeling the other persons heartbeat? Like if he was in bad shape and his s.o needed to calm him down they could just grab his hand and put it over their heart? Cute shit.

I think rubbing comforting circles on his back when in the proper situation.

Also forehead-pressing?

Jimin

Chim chim gets comfort by love in every form

By him a gift

Give him words of affirmation

Cuddles

Make him food so he doesn't have to

Just be there for him

Write him letters

Really though. Affection of any kind is often welcomed from him

He'd also feel especially comforted if he didn't have to do anything? Like if you could take away responsibility from him for a little that would be awesome

Jimin is a very love/affection forward guy and I think that he'd really really really enjoy a nice top of the head smooch

Sometimes he'd just want to be hugged while he cries

Or sometimes he needs genuine advice and help working through what bothers him

Jimin is a mixed bag and I think its situational but he'd definitely be down for a good ole hug

Maybe too if you suggest things to him. Maybe advice or maybe ways to cheer him up!

Taehyung

This is also very much how Tae comforts army

Cheer him on

Let him know that you love him and that even if things are shit that you're there for him

He'd respond very well to comforting actions and words

I think he needs to cry and feel and do what he does but he feels most comforted when he's reminded that he means something to someone

Positivity and passion go a long way for comforting him

I think if you can also remind him of something that he's done for you, something positive that he's done in you're life that might help him feel a little better

If you can relate to him without making it about you

I think also recognizing his good qualities when he can't

Definitely put him in the sunshine

Give him a nice bevy and sit him in the sunshine

Playing a card game or a board game? Idk why

take him to get waffles at 2am or something new and out of the ordinary

Mostly though snuggles and hugs do the trick.

He's a very feely human and I think having something solid is helpful

ESPECIALLY for his s.o

if Taes future/current s.o is reading... you probably get held a lot. For a long time. Homie is like a little cephalopod

I think he'd also enjoy a nice comfort nap

Jungkook

Oki oki oki

Love him

But not too much

When he's down he tends to have clouded vision

Its like he can't see infront of him and can't see anything that he's done and he feels like he's never accomplished anything ever

He feels loss of control

That's no good

A good way to help that is to help him find clarity

Help him to see the light at the end of the tunnel

He also probably has nighmares/can't sleep when things get really bad so either something like buying him a new sleepy tea or being there for him when he can't sleep

Help sooth his anxiety

He needs that

I definitely think he gets frustrated with himself easily and if you can help him not take it out on himself or turn it inwards then that's really good

He'd benefit from a movie night and a fort

He'd probably be the type to benefit from a talk about what's bothering him but only sitting side by side so you aren't looking into his eyes

Maybe even like on the swings at a park or something

I just think opening up for him is hard so meeting him where he's comfortable is good

That could be texting back and forth even if you're in the same room or on the swings or over street food

I think he'd like it if he had a weighted blanket

Quiet comfort is good for him so he has something grounding him

Maybe if things are not great take him to a rage room or to go kick boxing.

Some semi productive way to channel his energy

Drive him out of the city to go scream into the æther

Idk but being with him while giving him space is good

I think with a s.o he'd maybe seek physical comfort but idk

Maybe

[qyuoza]

Euphoria (PJW)

Genre: fluff

AU: nonidol!au, highschool!au

Warnings: Fem!reader gets hit on by a creep, but Jeongwoo saves her

Summary: jeongwoo promised to take you out on a date if you aced your test, but that backfired due to his eagerness

Notes: This is from my wattpad imagines book and I decided to post it on tumblr bcs I honestly thought it was it was nice.

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“Jeongwoo~ I can’t do it~” Y/n whined, dropping her pen on the coffee table and running a hand through her hair. Jeongwoo looked up from his book and chuckled at how cute his girlfriend was. “Y/n the test is tomorrow, you can ace this come on…I’m already studying with you so let’s make the most of it ok?” Y/n pouted as Jeongwoo ruffled her hair, to which she replied with a smile.

“I know but it’s mentally exhausting woo, I’ve been cramming the past few days for this test” the girl sighed and rubbed her temples. Since Jeongwoo couldn’t stand seeing his girlfriend so sad, he suddenly thought of an idea. “Tell you what, if you ace this test I’ll take you out on a date, you can choose where we eat and everything” he smiled endearingly, this got Y/n’s attention immediately as she looked at him curiously.

“Hmmm…Doesn’t sound bad, count me in!” Y/n said enthusiastically and immediately went back to studying. Jeongwoo chuckled at her again and returned to studying as well, if Y/n was gonna ace her test then he might as well just prepare himself as well. That night, they both studied hard together, making sure to review a few more times just so they made no mistakes whatsoever.

The next day had arrived, with Y/n unintentionally staying the night, and they both dressed into their uniforms and rushed to school. “You have the notes?” Y/n asked, and Jeongwoo nodded. “Good, let’s get some good grades so we can go on our date” she smiled, and Jeongwoo was immediately reminded of the deal. “Alright” he said as they got on the train heading to school.

At school, the hours were excruciatingly long as the test was nearing its finish. As everyone was turning in their papers, they all got ready to go home as the test was for the last subject of the day. “Thank you class, you will get your grades tomorrow and that will be all from me today, good bye…” everyone bid the teacher goodbye and Y/n had approached Jeongwoo happily.

“You know what, I can’t wait until tomorrow for our date…Can we just go today?” Y/n laughed at how eager Jeongwoo was but couldn’t say no to him. “I don’t see why not…” she smiled, and they both left the school hand in hand.

“Eomma, uh huh…Yeah I’m with Jeongwoo, don’t worry I’ll be home later, I accidentally slept and it got too late to go home yesterday…Ok bye, I’ll have dinner with Jeongwoo” Y/n was talking to her mom on the phone as Jeongwoo ordered them some food. “What did your mom say?” he asked as he put their food down on the table. “Just asked where I was yesterday, but thankfully she was fine with me staying the night” Jeongwoo nodded as Y/n took a fry and started eating her food.

“How do you manage to eat so well, usually girls would be too shy to eat in front of their boyfriends” Y/n then paused and looked at her boyfriend with an odd look. “What are you on about, Jeongwoo those girls wouldn’t even eat well until they’ve dated the guy for at least three months, but since we grew up together I got used to it because you’d love me either way” she teased, but the boy shook his head, she wasn’t wrong. “Alright, alright now go eat…” Jeongwoo said, he knew he was gonna be with Y/n for the rest of his life and he wasn’t gonna complain.

When the sun had finally set, Jeongwoo took that as his que to take her home. “Thanks for today, I haven’t had that much fun in awhile” Y/n smiled as she cuddled the stuffed animal Jeongwoo won for her not too long ago. “It’s nothing, I’m your boyfriend and I’m supposed to do these things for you because I love you” he beamed as he kissed her forehead, then his phone suddenly rang. “Huh, hold on let me take this…Oh eomma? Ye?” Jeongwoo went away for a bit and Y/n stayed in the same spot, but looked around the claw machines in the arcade in awe.

“Hey there, what are you doing here all by yourself?” a guy had suddenly approached Y/n and she didn’t say anything as she avoided him. “I’m talking to you, now why are you here all alone little girl?” the guy smiled creepily, then he suddenly grabbed Y/n. Before she could fight him off, she noticed Jeongwoo from the corner of her eye. “Let go of her” Jeongwoo said sternly and grabbed the guy’s hand that was holding Y/n’s. “You her boyfriend?” the dude raised a brow. “Yeah now head off before I make it ugly…” the guy scoffed and walked away leaving the couple alone.

“You alright Y/n?” Jeongwoo engulfed her into a hug and she nodded. “I’m alright, thank you Jeongwoo…” Y/n then held his hand as they both made their way back home. Jeongwoo couldn’t sit still all the way back as he took Y/n home, he felt guilty for leaving her in such predicament.

Reaching Y/n’s house, they both stood in front of the door for a bit before Y/n went back in. “I had fun today Jeongwoo, thank you again, I appreciate it” she said and kissed him softly on the lips, he smiled into the kiss and pulled away, eyes trained on the ground. “Jeongwoo, is something wrong?” but he shook his head. “Come on woo, you can tell me anything…” then Jeongwoo looked up at Y/n. “Sorry for leaving you alone to deal with that—“ he said full of guilt, but got cut off by Y/n. “Woo don’t feel sorry, that was beyond our control and you were busy…I hope you don’t blame yourself for this ok?” Jeongwoo nodded and Y/n held his hands.

“I’ll head in now, get home safely ok? Call me or text me once you reach home…Thank you woo, I love you” Y/n said gently. “I will, now go in, I love you more” Jeongwoo smiled before watching Y/n enter the house, then she looked at him one last time before heading in.

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[mxrcayong]

oh sehun - collegeboyfriend!au blurb

lmao this is my first blurb ever so sorry if it’s shit

- late grocery runs!! he would always run out of food and/or get snacky after dance society practices. 

- he’d always put random shit in your basket - eitther things he’d want or things that would make you laugh

- cup noodle and sojju dates!! you’d just sit in the pantry or wherever and watch whatever k-drama is new or just talk about bullshit

- picking you up for uni! he would be living in the dorm ages away so he’d take the train all the way to your dorm, wait outside the building (or if it’s the one security guy who liked him, would wait outside your door), and bring you to class

- unless he had a 9am and you don’t (or vise versa)

- then he picks you up for lunch at the café place nearby 

- study dates!! you’d award each other with kisses or small dares. your favorite dare for sehun would be ‘show me how much you love me in an interpretative dance’ 

- saving up for events and activities like escape rooms

- skin care sundays!! one sunday each month is reserved for face masks and movies 

- you don’t ever have to worry about him liking other girls bc he’s sososo affectionate

- he’s constantly holding your hand or wrapping his arms from behind you 

- sometimes, if you guys share any tedious activities or events, he’d lean his head to your shoulder and whisper complaints, snarky comments, or sassy comments into your ear

- but when he loves a lecture or a class, you see his eyebrows furrow with concentration. his eyes never once leave the slides and he writes all his notes down in a messy, but in the same but odd way beautiful way in his notebook

- student discount dates!! you would do the weirdest and most thrifty things - from vintage clothe shopping or watching any discounted movies at midnight -- even if the movie has gotten 1/100 on rotten tomatoes

- running errands together and teaching each other simple chores - you teach sehun how to cook, sehun teaches you the basics of fashion / mixing things together, you teach him how to do laundry, he teaches you about how to take care of your skin and how to get motivated

- you’d sneak into his dorm all the time

- or vice versa

- he abosolutely hates sleeping alone

- he’d want to cuddle you

- you’d share the single bed and squish in together

- sehun’s legs literally fall off the bed

- but he’d wrap them around you in an embrace

- he’d tell you how much he loves you and talks about whatever is on his mind

- you’d talk about how your days went, about plans for the next day, about the newest celebrity drama, about a weirdly shaped rock outside

- if you ever fight, sehun made you promise you’d never go to bed angry

- so even if the fight goes unresolved, you two pinky promise to deal with it tomorrow and still sleep in the same bed

- he’d cuddle into you more than usual

- and the smell of his cologne would remind you everything would be okay

- but for real, sehun would give you a silent treatment

- so like, when he cuddles into you, it acts as a reminder that he loves you and that the silence he’s giving you is not reflective of how he thinks of you

- sometimes he’d leave passive aggressive notes on sticky notes

- hm, i wonder what it’s like to actually listen to someone’s feedback for once... it’s totally not like it’d be helpful at all! :) 

- good morning texts if one of you have to leave the bed early for class

- texting each other after your last class to meet up 

- going to libraries together and studying while sharing the same earbuds

- if you  get stressed, sehun would do goofy faces to make you laugh or talk about things he’d want to do with you when the work is done to give you motivation

- sometimes you both go to the library, even if one of you don’t have work for moral support

- ...and distractions

- legit one of you would end up doing a proper lip-sync performance while the other studies

- sometimes the other would fall asleep on each other’s shoulders

- you two would go to the gym together -- even if you don’t work out

- most of the time in the gym anyway, you guys just play stupid versions / very unathletic versions of team sports with the exo boys

- you and the exo boys would have a tradition of arcades, karaoke, and koreaan BBQ after exams or “hell weeks” 

- the boys make fun of sehun for being “whipped” 

- he doesn’t help himself by hiding his face in the crook of your nneck

- he’s both the most affectionate and most conservative person you’d ever meet

- he’s also both so shy and so loud

- he’s the best contradiction there is because he can be the most annoying person in the room but the one person in the world who could make you smile in no time

- he knows how to get college stress off your mind 

- and he encourages you to do the best you can

- he knows he likes to distract you, but he knows when you shouldn’t be distracted

- if he notices you’ve been studying all day and haven’t eaten, he brings you your favorite cup noodle or fast food or whatever he can find to your room

- if you’re in the library and can’t eat, he forces you out

- sometimes he’d text you reminders to take care of yourself or for simple things

- you’d respond jokingly saying “dont forget to breath” in a snarky-stressed way

- but lets be real, when he’s sick or not taking care of himself, he can either be the most mature/quiet person about it or the biggest baby

- you’d basically coddle him when he’s sick because he’s a big baby

- but as a result, whenever your sick, he showers you in compliments for being “so strong” and would bring whatever he thinks you need

- he’d also be the boyfriend who’d buy you tampons if you really need it wo shame

- he’d proudly parade you around during pub crawls and events - like your relationship would no way be secret, everyone would know

- if he’s drunk, all he looks for is you

- if he’s sober, he talks about your accomplishments and acts like you just won the nobel peace prize

- he’d pick you up from every major assesment, and vice versa

- basically i want a college sehun in my life

[azrcxlfatale]

under the cut you’ll find saint’s intro, its just a brief run down for now until i get bio pages up but it should help get a sense of the boyo all the same !! he is gentle and friend shaped is all i can say ajjdfg. THIS HAS NOW BEEN UPDATED WITH LIKE FIVE EXTRA LIL MORE CURRENT HEADCANONS! [ they r just like for his own growth nothing major has happened with saint and he’s still fundamentally the same as he was bc he’s always been a more laidback and less tragic muse but feel free to read em bc they do help contextualise how he’ll be career wise and with grandmami] : 

   CHWE SAINT: 

so for the best part of his life saint was raised with his ‘grandmami’ as he terms her, but she’s better known to the whole island as ajumma solmi. for this reason he’s very doting toward her and a real grandma’s boy. he bakes with her often and they can often be found on street corners selling cheap priced but some of the finest flowers to the citizens because it’s grandmami’s tradition and its mostly done in hope to uplift the islanders and bring joy to their day in a small way and act of love. 

when i say doting i mean doTInG, he will help her in and out of chairs, help her cross streets, hold the groceries for her as she crosses, open doors for her even if grandmami insists he stops fussing because ffs saint ur making me look ancient and i’ll have u know i am still fighting fit and could knock any idiot on his ass with a fliCk of my finger. ajdhf. she is v fiery, if saint is like the picture of elegance and good manners then grandmami is the sTARK contrast. she has one hell of a potty mouth and just a no time for ur shit attitude. if anything saint is keeping her in line, not the other way around. 

his quirk is warp gate. he rlly just uses it to entertain himself mostly and help give his pals quick escapes when a prank of some sort has gone wrong. he can basically create portals out of a dark fog which can either be emitted through his breath or openings at the end of his fingers which he can activate, anyone can also use his portals to travel so long as he’s given them permission.

he just exudes sunshine rlly. is well known round the island for his out of this world smile which has been known to charm many. he is a very eligible and sought after bachelor but saint is like...not interested mostly bc he just like has no romantic awareness ahdhfhf not bc he doesn’t want it. and also bc he doesn’t like the way it’s mostly super young girls and guys just like awestruck by him. it feels a little too much like he’s a collective childhood crush by his groupies so yeah he is OBLIVIOUS. 

very humble and incredibly polite. just really down to earth whenever spoken to but being raised by an elderly person kinda makes u a little outdated, for this reason saint is kind of demure and bad at conversation mostly due to the fact he can easily talk for hours about his plans for baking with grandmami later, the book he read her this morning, the lovely walk they took in that gorgeous spot which he rlly recommends etc but he is god awful at talking about like typical young people stuff. 

lot of ppl think he plays hard to get, this is not true, saint just fr does not know how to fuckin speak and is the most oblivious person in the world to how to flirt, he’s easily flustered but bad at knowing when he’s being flirted with or if this person is just rlly nice and is usually too shy and respectful to rlly push luck by flirting in response hfhfjkg. USELESS. 

very 70′s/80′s aesthetic bby boy, sweet summer child. he is obsessed with old classic black and white films, had a collection before he moved to the island which he misses like everyday but luckily he has memorised ten million quotes. also collected records. obsessed with anything retro, is a collector of gaming merch. but he didn’t get to sneak much to the island :-( the only thing he rlly snuck was a small record stash. liked roller skating, bowling, drive in movies. dresses very retro but refined and classy with lots of layering. rlly good knowledge of classic literature. 

most likely to find him at the arcade in the funzone now on the island, he is a master at all the games but esp the old retro ones, usually goes early morning or late evening so he can spend hours uninterrupted on them and beat his high score everyday a bit more. if not there then he’ll be at zen’s computer gaming instead. he likes all tech really but prefers retro, he’s still figuring out modern. before coming to the island he was rlly getting into VR. if he’s not in either of these places, he’ll be on the beach in a volleyball match or doing a jog. still v much into his sports. 

ultimate sike power cause people think he looks like ur typical jock fuckboy but jokes on u he is pure of heart and dumb of ass himbo just blessed with ethereal looks, he is the breed of good lil boyo and that is all. 

obsessed with milkshakes and popcorn at the diners if he’s ever there u can guarantee that is what he is snacking on or treating himself to. his weakness is churros he fucken thinks that shit SLAPS. he’ll do anything if the prize is churros.  sMH someone help his diet. also loves fiddling with the jukeboxes there ajdjd. 

has two pet geckos one is peach colored and called zelda, the other is black and white leopard spotted and named zeus and he also has a chonk of a fluffy grumpy white cat called yoshi. he is the best. saint is a huge animal lover but probably still not on nyx’s level of dog worshipper. 

weeb. not as big of a one as nyx but he likes haikyuu, kuroko no basket, given, fruits basket, free! and yuri! on ice. he is very into anything that is slice of life or sports anime. 

has the nickname ‘koda’ bc of the movie brother bear, nicknamed after the lil baby bear cause he just reminds people of a baby bear ahdhd. 

he studies art, spends half his life in the studio working, big art nerd. once he gets in the work mode, he just does not stop for anything but water and snacks and goes at it all day into half the night. usually does big projects bc he loves a challenge. mostly paints, sometimes sketches. u know those vids of people mixing paint colors like a swatch of gold and turquoise? saint fuckin loves those so bad unf he does that all the time to calm himself. 

still lives with grandmami currently, he’s looking at getting his own place bc everyone tells him if he ever wants to have his own life then he needs to but he’s just v anxious about leaving grandmami on her own bc she getting older by the day and she’s all he has sO she cannot get hurt!! 

also in a bit of a dilemma with his art bc he kinda wants to make something out of it, like maybe teach some classes sort of thing and use it more as a career but right now he does not have the confidence in his ability and is mostly just doing it for fun and as a calming thing ( he’s an idiot he’s rlly fucken good pls someone make him take himself seriously )

never cusses but does say bitchin a lot, only ever uses fuck in bed basically so if u ever hear him say it then u know something next level has gone down bc saint refuses to swear even if he stubbed his pinky toe.

looks like a cinnamon roll but HE FUCKS!! boy is a kinky freak however saint has no shame or embarrassment like he will discuss it as casually as a discussion of what to have for dinner not bc he is like lewd but purely bc to him its rlly natural and like another form of art and he does not get the embarrassment or secret nature of it all like it is just factual to him that we come into the world like that and ppl enjoy it sometimes ajsj. 

gardening enthusiast!! has a fascination with studying plants and insects tbfh. still uses 70′s and 80′s kewl kid slang like unironically someone help him pls. sjjdjf. cute bonus fact: has freckles all over his shoulders and down his back. UWU. 

COUPLE OF CONNECTION IDEAS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD??: 

i would love for him to have a muse for art and/or to be someone’s muse. also and maybe interchangeably someone to kinda be his art mentor and be like saint u could pursue this fr if thats ur dream, then do it pls share this talent dont let ART DIE!!

someone he does gardening and insect studies with who gets his nerdy enthusiasm over it. 

a regular who gets flowers from him and grandmami, maybe he makes a special bouquet for them every day which always has a different meaning in the flower language bc he is soft like that ajjfl

someone who he can take on loads of cute lil platonic diner dinner dates bc he is a huge foodie as we can tell. this one is super fun like I imagine they scam tf outta restaurants that are over priced and for the elite by being like we all kno married couples or people getting engaged, celebrating anniversaries etc tend to get better deals on their meals. so he’s essentially doing this one bc he likes ur muses company and enthusiasm for food but also bc it means cheaper high quality meals for both and a guaranteed good time.

someone to nerd out with him over classic literature or films bc that would be hella cute

maybe someone who is also close with his grandmami and rlly loves spending time with her as well so he kinda trusts them to take care of her and trusts their judgement when they r like saint chill let the lady live okay go and do ur own shit akskf

he usually jogs alone but it would be cool for him to have someone to do that with and like table-tennis and shiz cause he just loves fitness activities and active leisure stuff too. 

maybe someone who is tryna teach him a little more about how to uH TALK LIKE SOMEONE HIS DAMN AGE AND STOP BEING SOME RETRO MAN STUCK IN MODERN TIMES AJDJD

UPDATES:

so a lot about saint hasn’t overly changed because like he just is and has always been a very wholesome laidback boyo but just a few bits of like additional info for his personal growth can be added:

he’s owner and manager of the florist now, grandmami is also there most of the time and handles a lot of stuff when she’s feeling up to it but with her getting more tired more easily from her illness saint needs to head everything really.

he grew up in a neighbourhood on hosu which like consisted of his entire street pretty much being full of his aunts and uncles so now like it’s a street just littered with all his tiny cousins who like to follow him about everywhere and play ball games etc on the street with him and kinda take it over shs. you can hear their joyful playing from like streets over it’s very cute.

his mother gave him up when she realised she was pregnant with him and too young to raise him and that it would hinder her from pursuing the life she wanted with his father. saint doesn’t hold any resentment for her choice, it only bothers him that his grandma has always had a serious illness since the early days of talks of her having no choice but to take him on and that despite this his mother allowed him to be left to her care and another burden on her when she was already so ill.

grandmami is now at a point where she’s hanging in there but she won’t have long left and saint is essentially now her live in carer till her final days which is hard af for him but he refuses to let it show. he’s not sure how he’ll function when he loses her. right now he’s trying to extend the florist business into a wellness one as well and more of an apothecary so he can keep himself stable and busy.

this is more just a cute fun fact but he’s a Christmas Eve baby. uwu lil boyo was born on the night before Christmas bc of course he was sdjdj.

[kvlcb-blog]

☕ . ˚ ◝ ( park junhee. cismale. he/him. ) kaleb “kj” jang is a twenty-four year old sagittarius. the dance teacher’s go-to order is iced green tea latte. they like to listen to circles by post malone while they wait for their order. the employees of the deja brew think they are childish but swear they’re totally whole-hearted as well. maybe that’s why multicolored jumpers, trips to the arcade, inside jokes, and playful banters remind me of them. 

sorry to do this to ya’ll, but here’s another can full of trash. enjoy, ♡

trigger warning for abuse, both physical and alcohol.

if you like this, i’ll come bother you for plots with him. i’m also in the discord @ momochi#0913 if you wanna do things there. ♡

` BACKGROUND;

kaleb, who really prefers kj, was born in malibu, california and has been all around the state his whole life.

his parents were very laid back individuals, allowing the boy to be very free to do as he pleased - even as an only child.

his grades in school were always great and he was never involved in any trouble. maybe a minor thing here and there, but nothing that could have actually landed him with a criminal record. literally the most minor of things.

wasn’t always as loud and clownish as he is now. was once a shyer kid, but still pretty easy with making friends and getting along. was never disliked because he was just the sweetest of boys.

although his parents weren’t strict on him, the one thing they did want for him was to have steady job and be super successful.

if there was one thing they pushed on him, it was to make sure he attended college and land himself an amazing, well paying job that could keep him living a great life.

now, here’s where things went sour. 

around the age of 12, kj started showing lots of interest in dancing. it was always something he enjoyed and he could eventually be found around the local dance studios. all of his allowance was saved up to pay for part time lessons and his parents had no idea.

anther thing they pushed on him? saving money. something he wasn’t doing since he was giving his money to the dance studio for lessons.

he passed the form off to is parents as something for school they had to sign and, of course, they didn’t pay too much attention to it because kj new to give it to them to sign while they were in the middle of a party. smart boy got away with it.

he spent almost a year in the studio, learning way more than he already knew and was in total love.

one day, someone from the studio had brought his dance bag back home - the one he had forgotten. but he hadn’t arrived home yet, so when he finally did get back - whatta surprise.

his parents were furious. they scolded him and it got to the point where his father just couldn't handle it.

for the first time in his life, he’d seen a side of his parents that he never even thought he’d see. furious and enraged, his father started to strike him and it was much more than just a small spanking.

he was left battered and bruised by his angry father that he couldn’t even leave the house for  few days. he stood home from school so he didn’t have to explain why he looked the way he did. it was bad.

afterwards, his parents barely cared for him. after he explained it’s something he wanted t do when he was older, they gave him such cold shoulders. they couldn’t stand the thought of their only son being a dancer instead of like, i don’t know, president or something. 

from then on, any time he brought up dancing, he’d get abused. anytime they found him at the studio? he’d be left battered and marked up pretty badly. it was just something his parents were so against, they left no mercy for kj whatsoever.

he kept on hiding the fact that he would sneak to the studio, taking such a risk, but he couldn't’t help it. boy loves to dance.

` PRESENT;

to this day, kj still dances. he not only teaches, but competes from time to time. he mostly does hip hop or pop, sometimes a bit of ballet - but it isn’t his strong suit. either way, he’s talented and he’s well aware of it.

he lives alone, after finally settling down in an apartment not too far from deja brew. before that, he was all over california, trying to find a place to settle in. he might not wanna stick around for long, but convince him to stay, okay?

is doing well for himself, isn’t rich as hell, but is well taken care of.

is super distant from his parents. obviously.

the one habit he did develop was taking in excessive amounts of alcohol. 

at around the age of 14, kj began experimenting with alcohol which is so sad, but true. and even to this day, it’s something he struggles with.

there are times when his mind travels back to the abuse and practical neglect he suffered and he just. can’t handle it.

or when he becomes overwhelmed, he needs a bottle. or two. a mess.

can be found in the same hole in the wall bar that is barely hoppin most of the time, but for kj? a safe place.

kj does wanna try to reach out to his parents and make amends, but the last time he did - the abuse started again even at his current age, his dad will easily strike him without a second thought.

now, as much as he hates it, he usually avoid interaction with is parents and just. is like nah.

` PERSONALITY;

listen, boy is a clown.

kj is a total jokester.

has such a sense of humor, loves jokes and inside jokes and is just overall fond of laughter.

unfortunately, he uses his humor to cover a lot of shit.

his past? humor it. troubled thoughts? humor it. breakups? humor it. literally can make anything into a joke and has no problem doing it about everything in his life.

is not a healthy way to cope, but he doesn’t know how else to do so. he’d gotten so use to covering his problems with humor that it’s all he knows how to do in order to cope.

serous situations can be hard for him because ??? 

one good thing about kj is that he’s always willing to try.

( unlike my other two trash cans ) kj is super willing to learn how to love and open up.

isn’t closed off much or withdrawn. he doesn’t mind feelings or being involved or admitting to things. sometimes he may need help and patience, but he’d not the type to shy away or make it difficult. he will truly work on himself when he needs to. 

kj was always great in relationships. the only problem was how childish he can be. again, his coping mechanism is humor and that’s obviously not always acceptable when dealing with certain things. because of this, it doesn’t work out.

kj is well aware that he needs to work on it and always tries, it’s just really hard for him. but is still trying to improve.

kj as a friend? bitch please.

kj is such a friendly, smiley person. is always up for a good time, is basically the hype man of his group. 

pumps people up, gives them confidence, never says no. total hype man.

soft puppy on the outside, torn apart on the inside, mouth full of dirty jokes. this boy is all over the place.

` DEM FACTS;

loves the color orange.

is either in all black or super colorful, no in between.

wears glasses because he is bliiiiind. not totally, but needs them for real. wears contacts sometimes, but most glasses. he enjoys them for the most part.

loves a good inside joke. if he has an inside joke with you, you’re one of his best friends and there’s no question about it.

hair color? changes all of the time. but he doesn’t exactly do crazy colors. usually blonde or brown or black or a natural looking red. but it’s always changing, idk how he has hair.

loves throwback nickelodeon shows so much, as well as them disney ones.

although he’s such a clown, will enjoy a soft moment of a soft talk every once in a while. it’s rare to happen and takes the right person, but loves them. probably is in love with this person, honestly, who knows.

loves to go to clubs. mostly for the dancing. loves to go anywhere for the dancing. i mean, the drinking too. but the dancing.

bites his lip more than he talks bc it’s a habit of his. 

skincare routine is outrageous because he learned that with dancing comes sweating and with sweating comes breakouts so he’s so on top of it. js.

and that’s all i can think of?

his lots page is literally the same as suki’s and jae’s but i’ll link it HERE if you wanna take a look. and i am also very open to anything else, not to only what’s on that list!!

[vamprnce]

Gatboss week day 5: Alternate Universe

If Boss and Johnny met each other in highschool way before the Third Street Saints even happened. Two aggressive kids clash when they're sent to detention, friendship ensues?

ao3 | Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3

(I'm skipping day 4 for now bc I'm still thinking what to write also I fell down a rabbit hole with this concept and couldn't get out,,,,)

"Just sit down and shut up." An angry teacher yelled as he escorted an equally angry young teen by the arm into the classroom.

Huffing, the teen aggressively pulled his arm out of the teacher's grasp, stomping towards one of the empty seats in front of the class and carelessly fell into it. Throwing a small tantrum he pushed his bookbag off the desk, folding his arms on top of the surface and laying his head in them.

He got in another fight -- again -- and got thrown in detention, something that just flared up his aggression even more. All he wanted to do is go to the arcade after school liked he planned, but no, some dickhead kids had to start shit with him again, they fully knowing he'll won't back down to them. So, he was here instead, sitting in an almost empty classroom, pissed off as ever.

There was in fact another kid in the classroom, a male teen who looked a bit older than he was, well he assumed, maybe they were the same age who knew? He sat a few rows away where he was sitting, he was sitting there way before he stormed in the room. He side glanced over at him, the older teen had his hands behind his head and legs crossed, looking like he was right at home instead of a classroom. Maybe he's been thrown in here a lot more frequently, Chris knows he has but he hasn't seen him in here before, actually he doesn't recognize this guy at all. Besides being older, he had black hair but an ugly blonde dyed tips, glasses and a purple t-shirt. Just studying him he couldn't match his face from anywhere, not even his name.

The boy in question felt his gaze upon him and looked over where the pissed and curly haired boy sat, who just previously got here. Their eyes met briefly before Chris whipped his head away from him, making the boy arch his brows in confusion. He didn't dwell on it. Shit, he only had at least half an hour left here and he'll be out to cause more trouble, it's just detention after all. He just sat there doing fuck nothing, bored out of his mind, he'd rather break something, steal something, punch someone.

His gaze glanced back on the previously pissed kid, who he saw now him pulling out a notebook and some pens and scribbled something. This dude wasn't actually doing homework is he? He laughed as he watched him, though the curly head kid was way to focus and fastly moving his hand on his notebook. He stopped paying attention to what he was writing and noticed he didn't recognize this kid. Like ever. Did he ever go to this school before? He wasn't in his class the last time he checked. It was a complete mystery that really strucked him. He wasn't the one to make friends in detention, but he was pulled to ask who he was at least.

"Yo, shrimpy." Johnny called out loudly, making Chris jump slightly and stop what he was writing, looking over at him. "Huh?" Is all he replied, looking at him with confusion on his face. "Whatcha writin' over there?" He said, pointing a finger at the paper with some scribbles. Chris' eyes widen and shoulders tensed, he bite his bottom lip and look at all his drawings, trying to cover them up with his hand. "It's not none of your damn business." He says sharply, giving him the cold shoulder in response. He already had enough of people for today, all he wanted was some peace and quiet for thirty minutes.

Johnny's eyebrows raised, the cockiness on this little shit. He got up from his seat and walked over in front of the quiet teen, he went back doing what he was previously doing and completely ignoring him. He wondered how this wimpy but smartass kid even got into detention in the first place. What did he do, steal someone's eraser and make them cry like a baby? Johnny made his way to the front of his desk, looming over him and watching him draw. That's what he's up to, he thought.

Getting up closer to him Johnny studied him much better, a resting bitch face was plastered on him, he saw some dried blood that wasn't perfectly cleaned off under his nose, also some detectable bruises on his face. He had bruised knuckles, too, on his right hand and had a purple cast on his left arm. Looking at it better he saw it was littered with drawings and signature's. This punk knew how to fight and he had friends, more and more he looked at him he was surprised.

Chris slowly noticed him standing there and he felt uncomfortable with him so close. He naturally put up his defenses, he didn't know what his exact intentions were. He mostly likely wanted to mess with him, which is natural since everyone pick fights with him every chance they got. He didn't understand why though, I guess he was quiet, reserved, closed off from most people and pretty damn weird apparently. It was easy to bully him they thought, he's quiet so he must be weak. Funny thing is they never expect him to actually fight back, it always without fail surprises everyone. Today though he was tired and mentally exhausted from fighting, the always need to feel like he has to defend himself all the time, it's exhausting.

His eyes were filled with agitation when looking up at the other older teen, he just wanted to be left alone and wasn't it the mood for chatting. "Whatcha's name, smartass?" Johnny asked, looking down on him meet his eyes. "Eat a dick." Chris clearly showed he wasn't in the mood, it made Johnny smirk wide though. This fucking kid. "Don't have to be so hostile, I'm just askin' a question s'all!" Johnny put his hands up, trying to be friendly towards him. If it was anyone else he'd probably punched them in the mouth for saying that, but for some reason he didn't feel angry or threatened by him. It was weird and unusual, he didn't like it.

"I don't care for your questions, so why don't you take yourself and your frosted tips else where." He snapped, his discomfort rised high and his guard was up. Johnny had to laugh at that one, though he wasn't laughing at him, he was laughing at the insult. "Damn, ain't you a fiesty one? No wonder why your in detention." Johnny snarked back. "Oh, and I'm guessing you're such a saint. That's why your in here, too, right?" The sarcasm was thick. Johnny kept smirking, though his niceness quickly started going away now feeling irritated by the smartass. "Alright then, tell me why you're in here then, princess." Johnny said, temper rising. "God, so annoying. You talk too much." Chris huffed, he was beyond annoyed by him now.

The effortlessness of dismissing Johnny just drove him up the wall, he was five seconds away of dragging him by the hoodie he was wearing and wailing on him in the hallway, gladly earning him more detention.

"Why are you in detention?" The teen asked, his mood weirdly changed.

Johnny looked at him in disbelief, he threw insults and bitched at him, now he's asking him questions? "I killed a bunch of people." He bit back at him, sitting backwards in one of the empty chairs he ended up dragging to his previous spot. "Man, I don't think they should've left you unsupervised then." God, he didn't know if he liked this kid or if he wanted to punch him. Chris flipped to a new sheet of paper and started aimlessly doodling, Johnny peered at it, he wasn't a master at the arts but his scribbles were something, that something that resembled a lot like graffiti art he see's in the Row. Maybe this fucker did some of those. Chris glanced up quickly seeing Johnny watching him work and he quietly sighed through his nose, he was such a pest and he wouldn't leave.

"I'm... Christian by the way." He said, nervousness in his voice, it seemed like he still didn't trust him but Johnny didn't blame him. They only met for fifteen minutes, it's not like they're best friends or something. Finally getting his name he seemed somewhat satisfied, on his weird voyage to seek answers from this weird kid. "I'm Johnny." He said plainly, might as well offer his name too since the other teen gingerly did so unprompted. Chris smiled though. "So, you in my class or somethin'? Because I'm pretty sure I've never seen you once in my life around school." Johnny asked.

"I don't think so."

He thought hard while answering, it was weird, they've never cross paths before today. Yeah, Chris might be a ghost to some but he remembers people and their faces, Johnny's isn't familiar though. "What class are you in?" Chris asked, finally tearing his focus away from his notebook for once. "Mrs. Jefferson, you?" Johnny said. "Mr. Monroe."

Johnny knew that class, it was a junior year. Damn, he wasn't that young as he thought. He looked liked a jr high schooler and sounded like he didn't hit puberty yet, with this new information he was way older then he let on. Who the hell is this guy? He gets stranger and stranger. "So, Chris, whatcha in here for? Don't tell me it was some sissy bullshit." Johnny said, putting emphasis on the use of his name and going back to his original question. "Only if you tell me why you're in here after." He still had some coldness to him, still guarded. "Fine, deal." Johnny sighed, shaking his good hand on it.

Chris started explaining that minutes before being sent here, some group of boys were hanging outside in the hallway. Walking past them to leave school, it was the end of the day, the dumbasses just had to start calling him names and throwing insults. He wasn't going to entertain them and fight back like they wanted, but things escalated quickly that he indeed had to. Next thing he knew he was on top of the loud aggressor, holding him down by the throat and bashing him in the face, the other boys cheered as they watched the brawl happen before them. Once he starts fighting all the rage comes out and he can't be stopped. "--Then one of the teachers came down the hallway and saw me on top of the fucker, pulled me off of him and sends me to detention, like I actually did anything wrong." Chris explained the whole situation to Johnny, not letting go of his anger and rolling his eyes.

His eyes were wide and he was hanging on every word of the younger teens story, this pipsqueak can fight holy shit. He was starting to like this kid better, even if he is annoying. "Holy shit." Is all he says, his face beamed like how a kid looks like on Christmas morning. Chris just smirks awkwardly at his compliment, well he thinks it's one. "I didn't think you could fight with a cast let alone broken arm, proved me wrong." Johnny said "Hey, how did you get that anyways." He pointed at the purple cast. Chris looked down on it then back to Johnny, "Oh, I fell." Is all he says with the most casualty in his voice, like he was saying the most obvious answer. Johnny stared at him, waiting if he was going to elaborate anytime soon.

"Well?" Johnny asked, annoyed.

He actually laughed at him. "I didn't get this in a fight, if you thought that. Yeah, no, I was riding my bike and I crashed really bad, hence the cast." He gestured to it.

"Oh." Johnny nodded, a bit disappointed really.

He wanted to hear another cool story from him. "You wanna sign it?" Chris asked, his voice was so quiet for a second. It was so weird that this kid can be so silent and awkward but then actually bitch and be annoying towards him at the same time, he acted like a different person. "Yeah, why not." Johnny said, grabbing a pen and scribbling his name on the cast, there wasn't as much names on here. "Purple, nice color." He compliments as he finished writing. The kids face lit up as he looked at the newly decorated cast. Maybe this guy didn't have so much friends as he thought before, he didn't see why, the kid was pretty cool. A bit weird and awkward here and there, but who isn't really?

"You live around here or somethin'?" Johnny asked, "Like, you a Stilwater native?"

"Oh, yeah, I live in the Mission Beach district in Saint--" Chris was explaining until Johnny cut in and finished what he was saying. "Saints Row?!" He said surprised, a bit too loudly. "C'mon man, you can't tell me you live in the Row and go to the same school as me then we never bump into each other ever!" His voice was so loud that it made Chris flinch for a second, though he did smile excitedly. "I can't believe this." Chris shook his head in disbelief, smiling. "I'm usually by that creepy church, at the arcade or basketball court if that helps." Chris said. "Yeah, it does, I'll try looking for you next time." Johnny said, smirking.

The thirty minutes of detention were over as the school bell rang. Chris grabbed his bag putting everything away and started leaving the class, Johnny walking behind him. He didn't notice actually how tall Johnny was since they were sitting, comparing quickly he was at least four inches taller. They walked through the empty hallway together, Chris was silent, as usual. Until he spoke up, like he remembered something.

"Hey, you never told me why you were in detention, you promised after!"

"I told you, I killed a bunch of people. Why would I lie about that?" Johnny had a shit eating grin.

"Fuck off, Jonathan." Chris said, shoving Johnny.

"Screw you, Christian." Johnny said, shoving back.

"I'm going to the arcade. You can come if you want, I don't care." He said coldly, putting his hood up over his head and hands in his pockets.

Johnny's grin grew as they exited the building. Chris was walking off down the stairs outside before him. Even though the younger boy was acting coldly towards him, his fondness for him grew.

There was something special about him, something he hasn't seen in a person before.

[evaceratops]

tag games

there are like 10000 of these in my drafts so i’m going to do them all at once in one big post, organized by who tagged me

tagged by @leopoldjamesfitz

name: eva

gender: female

height: 5′0″

sexuality: ace as heck

what image do you have as a wallpaper? fire emblem awakening cutscene screenshot

where do you see yourself in 10 years? livin the dream as a researcher at the monterey bay aquarium

if you could be anywhere right now, where? yosemite national park, or monterey

what was your coolest halloween costume? ... is it weird that i legitimately can’t think of one

last kiss: uhhh i’m assuming this is in a romantic context, so never

have you ever been stood up? this would require having been planning to go on a date in the first place, so no

what’s your favorite 90′s show? is kim possible from the 90s

favorite pair of shoes: there’s these black and gray tennis shoes that i really like

favorite fruit: cherries

stupidest thing you’ve ever done: download fire emblem heroes i legitimately forgot about chem lab once and missed the entire thing and didn’t realize until a week later

favorite book: .. you come into my house and ask me to choose One, you absolute fool,, just to spite you my answer is all 35+ books of the warriors series

colors i’m currently wearing: black, brown, denim

last band shirt i bought: 5 seconds of summer, like 2 years ago

last band i went to see live: the oh hellos!

last song i listened to: masterpiece theater III by marianas trench

lipstick or chapstick: definitely chapstick, i’ve always hated makeup

last movie i watched: pacific rim uprising

last 3 shows i watched: i think i watched a few episodes of total drama island and pretty little liars with my sister recently, and the third... probably voltron?

3 characters i identify with: arc trooper echo from star wars, ricken from fire emblem awakening, pidge from voltron

books i’m currently reading: the song of roland for my medieval history course, aaaand i’m in between the first and second books of my reread of the dawn of the clans arc of warriors

what’s your favorite song(s) to sing/hum? probably willow tree march by the paper kites

what’s your favorite flower/tree/plant? italian cypress,, and most other evergreen trees tbh

favorite colors? navy and pretty much any shade of blue/grayish-blue, dark red, gold

what do you always doodle? it varies depending on what i feel like that day but yesterday it was cats and dinosaurs

how do you take your coffee/tea? i can’t have caffeine so i don’t drink coffee at all and i rarely drink tea, but with tea i’ll use like 3 entire packets of sugar and nothing else

favorite candle scent? pine, or the ocean

sunrise or sunset? is this referring to the warriors books with those titles or the actual times of day sunset

what perfume do you wear? none

what’s your go-to dance move when you’re alone? ... i don’t even know

favorite quote? shrug emoji,, i just don’t think about this stuff i guess

favorite self care routine(s)? taking a long bath/shower and then going to bed early or reading a book i like

what color are your eyes? grayish-blue

what’s your favorite eye color on others? i’ve always thought brownish-green looks pretty cool

favorite season? why? fall/winter because i like cold weather and rainstorms

cheek, neck, or nose kisses? cheek kisses but also why aren’t forehead kisses on here

what does your happy place look like? anywhere in the sierras or along the coast of california

favorite breed of dog? i’ve always thought huskies are really pretty even though being around big dogs makes me a little nervous (i am 110% a cat person)

do you ever want to be married? if so, what colors would you pick for your wedding theme? no

cursive or print? print

favorite weather? THUNDERSTORMS.

Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions.

i choose: heck, let’s go with the 3 i’ve been most into recently!

star wars | fire emblem | warriors

the first character you loved: 

anakin skywalker. i still remember being indignant when ahsoka talked back to him in the tcw movie | either lissa or frederick | probably dovewing (i borrowed the fourth apprentice from a friend and read that first before going back and reading the rest of the series)

the character you never expected to love so much:

probably ezra bridger, tbh! i started watching rebels purely for ahsoka and rex and did not expect to get so attached to the ghost crew literally within the first 5 minutes of spark of rebellion | TAKUMI | ... god, it’s so hard to remember these things, the first time i read these books was so many years ago... squirrelflight, maybe?

the character you relate to the most:

echo! i used to read encyclopedias for fun as a kid so i understand his love of the reg manual | probably sumia? i don’t quite have self-esteem issues like she does but i do tend to downplay my strengths and kinda write myself off. plus we both love reading and even tend to prefer the same genres (mostly fantasy and fiction) | leafpool because i too spend a good deal of my time pretending everything is fine even if it’s not and trying to fix my mistakes,

the character you’d slap:

wat tambor | fernand | clear sky. i’ve had enough of that dude

three favorite characters (in order of preference):

anakin, kanan, rey | gaius, takumi, lissa | JAYFEATHER, lionblaze, bramblestar (if i’m being totally honest jayfeather alone is favorite characters #1 through 10 for this series i love him SO MUCH no one else even comes close)

a character you liked at first but don’t anymore:

... i don’t really care for ventress? i don’t dislike her, but i don’t seem to like her as much as everyone else does. i thought she was cool the first time i watched tcw all the way through, but now... | cherche, maybe? i don’t think i’ve ever really disliked a fire emblem character - at least not one from any of the games i’ve played - but i’m not as interested in cherche as i used to be | sorry, dovewing

a character you did not like at first but now do:

ahsoka, believe it or not. i don’t remember caring about her too much when tcw was first airing, but i really like her now | camilla | as usual i never really disliked hollyleaf but i like her more now than i did the first time i read the books

three OTPs:

anidala, kanera, ultimate rarepair™ arcmaiden | the Original Rarepair™ ricken/lissa, chrom/sumia, gaius/robin | bramblestar/squirrelflight, lionblaze/cinderheart, hollyleaf/fallen leaves (honorable mention for bluestar/oakheart bc i do love me those classic and tragic Forbidden Relationships but hollyleaf falling in love with a literal ghost is just too good of a concept and is therefore slightly higher in the rankings)

tagged by @minhoruns

rules: bold your aspirations!

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past noon most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors and words

EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

rules: spell your url out with song titles

exeunt - the oh hellos viva la vida - coldplay anna sun - walk the moon caves - haux earth - sleeping at last red hands - walk off the earth all the right moves - onerepublic the royal we - silversun pickups ophelia - the lumineers pompeii - bastille stay frosty royal milk tea - fall out boy

tagged by @autisticpadme

rules: list the top ten songs you’ve been listening to lately

masterpiece theater III (by marianas trench), willow tree march (by the paper kites), 3. wake up (by arcade fire), valley - reprise (by the oh hellos), you of the light (from the fire emblem: fates soundtrack), the royal we (by silversun pickups), the last of the real ones (by fall out boy), alight (storm) (from the fire emblem: fates soundtrack), where is your rider (by the oh hellos), enishi (from the fire emblem: fates soundtrack)

[sweetxrevenge-blog1]

Utah

This is just a collection of things I drabbled out after finishing New Vegas Bounties bc it hit me really hard in the feelings haha. They don’t have a lot of explanation in them, but they’re just sort of an ‘in the moment’ thing.

The saloon reeked of blood, gun smoke, and the cheap alcohol it supplied. The former two were new additions, courtesy of the bounty hunter standing in the middle of the room surrounded by the corpses of those who had betrayed her. All but one. The slippery little shit escaped from under her nose, running out into the snow. It was pointless, though- she stepped outside and fired off a round into his leg, sending him down. He shrieked in pain, dropping his tough-guy facade completely. Ketan stomped through the snow over to him, ignoring the pain shooting through her hands and arms as she grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging his head back to look him in the eyes, keeping a solid foot on his back. The fear she felt in his gaze was the most satisfying feeling she had felt in a long time, and she savored it too much to be disgusted with herself. "Why?" She demanded, she didn't ask. She commanded him to answer her. He was crying, ugly crying. "I w-was scared!" He cried, snot running down his face which was bright red from the cold and the tears. "There wasn't any way you'd win, it was safer to side with Marko! I didn't know he would- he would..." "You killed Randall without a second fucking thought. I don't want any of your goddamn excuses." Even though she had just challenged him to give her one worthwhile. "I didn't enjoy it! Neither of you ever took me seriously!" "We were trying to protect you, you little shitbag!" She shouted, tugging harder on his hair. There wasn’t anyone to draw the attention of, they were all dead. Her volume didn’t matter. "This life is not what you wanted! This is what happens! No matter what choice you make, you die, either way!" "I just wanted to be like you!" He sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut. "Then let's start with surviving a bullet to the brain," She spoke coldly, colder than the snow falling around them. She pressed the barrel of Sweet Revenge to Ford's temple, and pulled the trigger with no hesitation. He died instantly, falling limp out of her grip when she let go of him and stepped away. "Failed step one." Sweet Revenge was returned to its holster, and Ketan sighed. She hated herself. She hated that this was the only solution. The first time Steven was 'killed', she was filled with rage, ready to slaughter anything in her way to avenge him. This time, she just felt empty. A twinge of guilt ran through her, but she suppressed it just like she suppressed everything else. Ford wasn't a bad kid. He just had his head so high in the clouds, he was too scared to come back down to Earth. That didn't excuse him from Ketan's traitor policy: they die. Ketan lit a cigarette, eyes still set on the corpse in front of her. It hurt to kill him. She wasn't going to deny her own humanity, it hurt to have to be the one who put him down. She was so certain he was just some kid who needed guidance, who needed to be shown reality. He already knew reality, though, that was apparent when he abandoned his beliefs to join what he thought was the winning side. That's the kicker: it wasn't the winning side. It was the losing side. Anyone who opposed her was the loser, she made sure of it. It would catch up to her some day, like Marko kept insisting it would- she knew that. It was just going to catch up to him, first.

It was over. The cold, icy mountain air bit at her skin and the wounds still healing on her shaking hands. She stood alone, now; Marko's corpse was still warm beside her, if that man ever had any warmth in him at all. What a shame she hadn't brought a shovel with her, maybe she could have returned the grave he buried her alive in. It was, after all, conveniently empty now. Instead, she stared down at the fresh grave directly in front of her, right at her feet. The graveyard went on for a mile at least, countless unmarked wooden crosses in neat, organized lines; she wasn't sure whether the number or the sick tidiness of the way the corpses were buried was worse. However, only one grave held her interest, the one in which the dirt hadn't yet settled. Ketan knelt down by the wooden cross, careful not to disturb the mound and pulling her knife from its sheath on her thigh. Controlling her hands was still difficult, and she likely wasn't going to have perfect control of them ever again. Slowly but surely she carved into the wood, paying attention to neatness and detail as she wrote out the name of the deceased: Steven Randall. Once she was satisfied, she stowed the blade and pushed back to her feet. The tears were coming, and the first thing that came to mind was surprise that she was even capable of crying anymore. Her hand drifted towards the holster on her right side, pulling Sweet Revenge from its place there and looking it over. Part of her was tempted to bury the gun with him, as some sort of final step in fulfilling the revenge he wanted so dearly, the revenge he put on her shoulders. No, he didn't put it there. She did. The moment Ketan realized that she and Randall were family, that they were all each other had, that revenge became her responsibility whether he was alive or not. Maybe it was selfish to think he was all she had. She had other friends- she had Boone, Arcade, Veronica, all of the people she had encountered and who agreed to help her. It was definitely selfish to chase her own revenge high the way she had, leaving them all once more without a clue of her whereabouts, too consumed with hatred to bother telling them that she might not come back. That was the sad truth: it was entirely possible she wouldn't come back. But Randall was different from the others. He reminded her of someone, way back in the deep reaches of her mind where forgotten memories slept. It could have been anyone, perhaps her father or brother, if she ever had either. He was the first real friend she made after she crawled out of the grave, and how fitting it was that she avenged him after crawling out of one again. It wouldn't bring her peace. She knew that. Ketan would never know peace, no matter what she did, now. "I know you wanted me to keep it," She mumbled, idly returning the revolver to its holster at her side. "Doesn't feel right, not after all this, but like you said: would have just locked it back in the safe. Grave's about the same thing." Nightfall made the coldness of the air bitter, so much so it left a bad taste in your mouth. She let out a long, visible exhale, hands snaking their way into her jacket pockets. "Good bye, Randall, you crazy zombie bastard," her lips couldn't help but curl into a smile when she said it. Ketan turned to look back towards the pass she came through, turning to leave. Her steps were heavy through the snow, and her boots were soaking wet. She figured that if being shot through the hands and buried alive couldn't kill her, neither could frostbite. It was gonna be a long trip home.

Ketan's eyes opened like curtains being drawn at the speed of light, shooting upright in her bed. Her body was shaking, her breath was labored and she was coated in a cold sweat. It was the nightmare again. The same one that came every week, sometimes every night for several days in a row. It was so rare for her not to have it, she considered this normal, and she should have been used to it by now, but you never really got used to dying. It was Frosthill, the townspeople all on their knees in the street, then they're all gunned down. Their cries and the gunshots ring in her ears and echo like ghosts wailing at her in accusation, in blame. The blood turns the snow red, and it melts away while Ford, that fucking two-timing coward, puts a bullet in Steven's head without a second thought. It stings, she wants to scream, but she's gagged and she can't make a noise above a muffled yelp. The screams feel like rats trying to claw their way out of her throat, turning it sore and raw. Her stomach does somersaults, trembling in rage and pain as that monster, that horrific bastard has the nerve to touch her, to hold her jaw and force her to look at him. His words blend together into a cacophony of screams and laughter so concentrated it's deafening, as the ground below her opens, and swallows her whole. The darkness made it hard to breathe, like the chasm was getting deeper but tighter, suffocating her while she could still hear that hideous chorus of screams and laughter, telling her it was her fault, everything that happened was all her fault. Ketan ran a hand through her hair. Every time this happened, she would usually cope with it by getting hammered and passing out from that, since that generally drove the nightmare away. It was always temporary, every fix was temporary. Nothing could truly fix her psyche. Her eyes surveyed her hands. The large, grisly, round scars in the center of her palms and the backs of her hands were a constant reminder that the nightmare wasn't just a dream, but that it happened, and it happened because she fell for a trap she should have seen coming a mile away. The scarred areas were still tender and sore- her fingers, especially her middle and ring fingers, didn't work quite as well as they used to, just as she predicted. Nothing in her worked as well as it used to. Her mind wandered while she sat up in the middle of the night, eyes drying out from the heavy air conditioning blasting into her room. An idle thought wondered how much Med-X it took to kill you. She pushed the thought away. She considered getting up and seeing if anyone else was awake, but she didn't. This was her battle, it didn't matter to anyone else. Give her the Hypocrite of the Year award, but she wouldn't make others deal with her bullshit. She dealt with theirs so that she could forget about her own for even a short while.

A grumbling sigh found its way out of her throat and she reclined back into bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun. She just hoped sleep would find her again, soon.