#do other countries have songs like the english you are my sunshine? i am SURE they're out there

[uncanny-tranny]

I'm so not normal about nursery songs like You Are My Sunshine... we are singing our loved ones (babies and young especially) that they are the sun in our hearts, that they warm us with their very presence and that they are so, so dear and loved. How could you hate humanity when we have this unadulterated love for each other?

[miraculouswolf99]

I Put A Spell On You (Song Fic)

My first miraculous salt fic. Doubles as a song fic and a Halloween fic. Features the best song from the best Halloween movie of all time. Hocus Pocus.

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Adrien was happy. No one else in class knew why he had been smiling all day. Chloe was probably the only one in the room that knew why he was so happy today. But she was not going to tell anyone and ruin his day when Liar Rossi would would just use it to make up some more lies and ruin his happiness.

Things had not gotten better since the lying Italian had joined the class. Even though now that Marinette had transferred to Mendeleiev’s class, things had not gotten better. If anything, things had gotten worse since now Lila thought that she could not freely lie and manipulate almost non-stop with no one there to attempt to expose her.

The class was now half and half with who believed the liar and who doesn’t. The ones that don’t believe her being Adrien, Chloe, Nathaniel, Kim, and Juleka. Sabrina was decided to be a neutral part and not take a side. She listened to Lila’s tales, but normally stayed by Chloe’s side. Alya, Nino, Alix, Max, Ivan, Mylene, and Rose were all firmly on Lila’s side and nothing could ever change their minds.

Adrien had finally been starting to stand his ground against the liar since he had seen her chase Marinette away. He was reaching his wits end with her constantly hanging on his arm and never letting go when he asks or even demands her to. Adrien had managed to convince Bustier that he was too bust with his schedule to tutor Lila and that he would be better off sitting in the back with Nathaniel since it was more quiet than being next to Lila “never shuts up” Rossi.

“What are you so happy about today, Sunshine,” Nathaniel asked his friend.

“I have some friends coming today,” Adrien answered. “They were visiting their grandparents in the United States and decided to stop in France on their way back to their home in Greece. Their names are Lyon and Vallia Garden.”

“You know Greeks, cool,” Nathaniel said. “When did you meet them? Obviously it wasn’t a time close to now since you have not left the country and no Greeks have showed up here either, to my knowledge.”

“I met them about a year before my mom disappeared,” Adrien says. “Their family owns and operates an incredible animal and nature sanctuary that almost takes up the entire island they live on. They host a lot of charities there. Concerts, celebrity birthdays, auctions, art shows, even cooking contests. I was there with my parents for a charity fashion show.”

“Do you speak Greek or did they speak French,” Nathaniel was curious since he did know that Adrien already also spoke Mandarin and English.

“They speak French,” Adrien says. “They were the only ones there that were my age, so I was glad to have someone to talk to. We’ve kept in contact ever since.”

“Sounds great,” Nathaniel smiled at his friend. “Do they know about... everything going on?”

“Dear god, no,” Adrien stated. “Lyon is fiercely protective of his friends. He is a master archer and when he caught poachers trying to break into the sanctuary, he actually shot them all before calling the police.”

“I am not sure whether to be terrified of him when they come or in awe of him,” Nathaniel admitted.

“Nothing wrong with both, as Vallia would probably say,” Adrien chuckled. “I do admit that they can be pretty scary. Especially since when they help out at their family sanctuary, Lyon seems to have a way with their wolves and Vallia seems to be a lion whisperer.”

“I am both terrified and looking forward to meeting them,” Nathaniel nervously laughed. “I just hope Marc doesn’t faint when he learns this stuff about them. I love him, but we all know he is naturally timid.”

“I know,” Adrien chuckled. “Remember when he first met Kagami?”

“I will never let him live that down,” Nathaniel smirked, loving it when he is able to tease his boyfriend.

Before the two could continue their conversation, there was sudden yelling from outside the classroom and coming from the courtyard. It sounded like four people arguing, two of them not sounding like they were French.

“What is that,” Nathaniel wondered as they stood up.

“I’m a little worried to find out,” Adrien stated.

The two had stayed behind to chat after the bell rang and everyone else left for the day. They immediately left the classroom and looked over the railing and into the courtyard. They were soon joined by Marinette, Marc, Kagami, Aurore, and Mireille from Mendeleiev’s class, who had also heard the yelling.

“What’s going on,” Marinette immediately asked.

They all look over the rail. They see two people arguing quite loudly with Alya and Lila. They certainly were both unique-looking teens.

The first was a girl that was quite beautiful and had a grace and elegance to her style. She had long blond hair braided with roses and butterflies and had pink streaks. Her eyes were a stunning silver that you could see, if you were close enough, had specks of blue in them. Her style was a red, pink, and purple dawn colored dress with gold flats. On her wrists were diamond rose cuff bracelets, a butterfly on the one on her right wrist. 

The boy next to her gave off a very icy exterior that also screamed honor and loyalty that only a knight would have. A tall boy with hair that was actually black with streaks of white and blue in it, coming to the length of Adrien's. His eyes were the opposite of the girl's, blue with silver specks. His outfit of choice was a sky blue t-shirt under a white jean vest, matching the blue pants with white boots. On his hands were white fingerless gloves. Around his neck was a sword and shield pendant as well as a white cloak only going down to his knees. 

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien gasped.

“Those are your two friends from Greece, Adrien,” Kagami asked, Adrien having told her during their last fencing practice.

“Yeah,” Adrien said. “Their plane must have landed earlier than expected and they decided to come here.”

“Why are they arguing with Alya and Lila,” Mireille wondered.

“If it has something to do with that liar, it’s probably her fault,” Marc, of all people, stated.

It was a pretty open secret in the school that literally everyone but most of Bustier’s class, plus Bustier herself and Damocles, were all aware that Lila was nothing but a manipulative liar. In fact, most of them were shocked that the class, teacher, and principal believed her outlandish lies in the first place.

“Maybe Lila tried to cozy up to them and they caught her in a lie,” Marinette guessed.

“Lyon and Vallia do come from a rich family,” Adrien said. “Not only is their family known for their sanctuary, but they also have the largest jewel collection in the world. Like the medallions on their foreheads.”

They all looked and saw that the two did indeed have crystal medallions on their foreheads. Vallia’s was a rose quartz butterfly and Lyon’s was a sapphire wolf.

“What is up with that book that Lyon has,” Kagami noticed.

They all looked and saw that Lyon was holding a pretty large book that looked very old. It was bound with brown leather that had Frankenstein-like stitches all over it along with old silver metal on the cover as well. It also had a very large buckle.

“They did say they wanted to show me something,” Adrien said. “They went to the US to celebrate Halloween with their grandparents so maybe they got some type of prop and wanted to show it to me.”

They all quickly started to get into the courtyard and make their way over to the four. In a city plagued by a terrorist that uses negative emotions, arguments usually lead to someone getting akumatized.

“My brother does not worship the devil,” Vallia shouted at Alya and Lila.

“That book is a Book of Shadows,” Lila pointed at the book in Lyon’s hands. “It’s a tool of witchcraft, which is all about worshiping the devil. I should know. My great uncle is a world renown priest back in Italy.” 

“Not all witchcraft is devil worship, you pathetic liar,” Lyon sneered. “And there is no world famous priest in Italy since the last well-known one was arrested five years ago for killing people using fake exorsisms.”

(Reference to an episode of Criminal Minds.)

“Lila is not a liar,” Alya yelled. “You are, you devil witches.”

“This isn’t even a real spellbook,” Vallia screamed at them. “It’s a movie prop out grandparents won in an auction. They knew we loved Halloween, so they got us a prop from out favorite Halloween movie.”

“See, that proves you worship the devil,” Lila accused. “Halloween is a devil cult holiday, my great uncle proved that years ago but America rejected his facts and still celebrates it.”

“It is not,” Lyon yelled. “You are the worst liar I have ever come across. You should be ashamed to insult an entire holiday just because you don’t like it. Pathetic, just like all you other mythology copying Italians.”

(Reference to the Roman and Greek rivalry from Percy Jackson.)

“How dare you,” Lila screamed.

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien called. “Calm down.”

But it was too late. A black and purple butterfly already came flying down. It went inside of the book Lyon was holding. The butterfly outline appeared over his eyes.

“Your favorite holiday and your culture insulted all at once,” Hawkmoth says to him. “Hocus Pocus, I am giving you the power to right this wrong. All I ask is for the miraculous of the ladybug and black cat in return.” 

“I will show this liar some real magic,” Lyon said, transforming.

“What the hell,” Vallia gasped, backing away.

Lyon had changed into an almost male version of Winifred Sanderson. He was in a mostly green outfit with a green leather vest and pants with black leather boots that matched the black silk shirt under the vest. He also wore a long and shiny green cloak with a hood. He was still holding the book.

“Is it wrong that he actually looks hot in that outfit,” Adrien let slip, then instantly covered his mouth.

“Okay, we will come back to Adrien’s crush later,” Marinette stated. “For now, let’s run.”

Adrien immediately rushed forward and grabbed Vallia.

“Adrien,” Vallia was confused and worried. “What’s going on? What happened to Lyon?”

“Hawmoth is a terrorist here in Paris,” Adrien gave a quick explaination. “He takes advantage of negative emotions to turn normal people into his mind controlled villains.”

“Someone is mind controlling my brother,” Vallia was pissed. “When I get my hands on him, Hades will look like a puppy in comparison.”

“Maybe later, but we all need to hide so that Ladybug and Cat Noir can save your brother,” Adrien said.

Hocus Pocus then opened his book. He smirked as it glowed.

“Wicked ways beneath the skin, let all who taste it now join in,” he cast.

(Reference to Descendants 2.)

Out of the book came magical glowing chocolates. They all shot around the school and into the mouths of multiple people. It forced them to eat the magical treats, including Vallia, Nathaniel, Marc, and Kagami. Music then started playing out of nowhere as Hocus Pocus smirked again.

“Oh crud,” Adrien swore, running away along with the few students and staff that managed to avoid the chocolates. 

He transformed and was soon on the roof of the school. Ladybug soon joined him. But they were shocked that the school was now in a full-blown musical moment. Hocus Pocus took “center stage” with Vallia and Kagami as his main back-up singers.

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine You can't stop the things I do I ain't lyin'.”

“It's been three hundred years Right down to the day Now the witch is back And there's hell to pay.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine!”

Hocus Pocus seemed to have used the chocolates like mind control treats. Everyone that eaten one had was now dancing around the courtyard in very Halloween-like manors. Some even seemed to be doing Micheal Jackson’s Thriller moves.

Alya and Lila, who had not gotten chocolates, were not allowed to leave as the dancers forced them to stay in the courtyard.

“What the heck in going on,” Ladybug was so confused.

“I guess whatever movie his akuma form is based off of had a musical number in it,” Cat Noir guessed.

“I put a spell on you And now you're gone (Gone, gone, gone, so long!) My whammy fell on you And it was strong (So strong, so strong, so strong!)”

“Your wretched little lives Have all been cursed 'Cause of all the witches working I'm the worst.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine.”

Hocus Pocus walked around the courtyard as he sung, Vallia and Kagami making amazing back-up singers. Alya and Lila still looked terrified even with the catchy song playing around them.

“Even as a back-up singer, who would have thought that Kagami could sing,” Ladybug said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Cat Noir agreed.

“(Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! She ain’t lyin’)”

“If you don't believe, You better get superstitious.”

“I put a spell on you... I put a spell on you...”

“Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!”

“Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!”

“In comma-coriyama"

“In comma-coriyama”

"Hey hi, say bye-bye-i-i-i-i-i-i-i"

"Bye, bye"

The song ended with a pose from Hocus Pocus and his two back-up singers. He still had his menacing smirk on his face.

“I think it’s time our little liar had her own spell placed ob her,” Hocus Pocus stated. “Like... a truth spell, perhaps.”

Let’s just say that the heroes were petty and decided to let the liar’s kingdom fall before defeating the akuma. And Adrien was certainly glad to have his friend back and a really cool book from their favorite Halloween movie. He just wished that the name of the movie would stop slipping his mind. Oh well, gives him an excuse to talk with Lyon more.

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

Bulgaria brings a mentally reassuring anthem to Rotterdam 2021

I’ve said so that VICTORIA herself sort of agreed to have done “Tears Getting Sober” if she was allowed to, but for one I have to thank that EBU said that the artists can’t have their 2020 songs back? You’ll see why when I get to the review after two boring paragraphs of text with technical info, for the country that is Bulgaria!

ARTIST & ENTRY INFO

Victoria Georgieva (or VICTORIA, but I can’t be arsed to continuously capitalize her name so I’ll just say Victoria from now on) was born a singer, for she started to sing at the age 11, went to a specific school of angel voices (no really that’s what it was called), and tried to go to the X Factor while a liiiiiittle too young until realizing that she needed to wait for a few years, and wait a few years she did, and went on to the X Factor again.

She didn’t win, but she still got to sign a contract and sing some stuff in Bulgarian before she decided to rebrand, started singing in English, and completely decided that ballads is her style. She cannot really do upbeat most of the time. So you can’t really have a bop from her in the future. (Well except that there’s a couple of songs in her discography that I personally classify as “bops” but they’re more like... idek sad bops?? but they can be danced to, but I get her, she doesn’t do anything that’s more loud and upbeat and clubby and summery kind of - in short, nothing you can go “YAAASSSS QUEEEEEN” over to.)

The entry she ended up singing, “Growing Up Is Getting Old”, is what I can describe to be about overcoming the emotional twists and turns inside of you as you grow older, because as it turns out, it ain’t what you thought it would be - but if you push just a little further, you realize that if you’re growing up, maybe the life isn’t so bad, afterall - you are able to get up. Somehow. It was written as part of Boris-Milanov-led songwriting camp held during summer, and a lot of people seemed to be a part of it because multiple different folk have songwriting credits on the potential Bulgarian entries this year.

REVIEW

Let’s get this out of the way immediately. I prefer “Growing Up Is Getting Old” to “Tears Getting Sober”. The former sounds a lot less irritatingly underwhelming and a lot more positively overwhelming you with warm emotions and sunglow. “Tears Getting Sober” was a song I could never really connect with - maaaaybe the last chorus is much better on there, but it doesn’t do much for me either, I guess.

Their 2021 forray however is a much different kind of thing - once again, going for lyrical non-cliches, Victoria tells a tale about her inner turmoils and continuing in life, in a way that’s personal to her and also kind of relatable to all of us. We all have these moments of fear and anxiety and nervous systems aching. If only there was someone who’d tell us that we’re worth saving... thanks a lot Victoria, you’re the MVP. Filling in the void that Netherlands from last year had brought us but not anymore - another personal song about getting old and having those kind of feelings inside - and doing a great job at taking the baton in the right way (even with featuring the word “grow” in both of the titles, neat coincidence).

Not only the lyrics feel like a hug, the song just emulates ray of sunshine and golden glitter coming down from the sky, Molly Sanden style. The violins in the G major key playing so precisely, building up momentum throughout the entire song, slowly but surely - starting with the ticking clock in the first verse that may have subtle violin in there; and the first chorus is just so simple piano, and then the second chorus has a tinge of electronic something, and the last chorus goes full in with the backing vocals boosting the song, after Victoria performs the quite magnificent bridge... now I don’t have synesthesia but I associate music keys with colors, and to me G major would always come across as something yellow or orange - “Growing Up Is Getting Old” is a perfect example of why’s that for me. And obviously, Victoria’s love for harmony-humming (even if there’s just one instance of it after she sings “star crossed soul”) complements the song to a T.

And it turned out to be a much better choice than last year’s. Maybe finally a female ballad I am getting behind.

Now I wanna know why the bookies don’t appreciate THIS entry as much as last year?

Granted, now it’s 2021 and the environment is so much different, and the songs have changed, and the dynamics have changed, and now there’s suddenly more competition at stake. And for Bulgaria it fares quite much more underwhelmingly - well, at this moment they’re like 6th, which isn’t bad, but there’s a lack of sung praises coming its way, not quite a feat that “Tears Getting Sober” actually achieved, being the bookies fave right before the cancellation of last year. In general the year has been pretty dry for the previous winner picks like Iceland, Lithuania and this, but I can’t say that the previous winner bets from 2020 are all that dead either? Though I gotta say that Bulgaria wasn’t gonna win 2020 anyway, so it’s a lose-lose in this case.

Also I just can’t at that music video being a little dramatic at the beginning, with the cancellation of Eurovision being presented as if it were a worldwide disaster during which we all shall lock ourselves into bunkers and wait until the better days, eventhough the panini is not war and war supplies kit is not just enough to survive it. But it seems like that the world is quite literally falling apart, as evidenced by Victoria going through all kinds of pathways away from her living room, meeting a  (presumably) mini version of her somewhere in between, and literally surrounded by the shaking environment by the last moments of the song

before we realize it was just reality recursing from the TV’s point of view that Victoria was watching all along, and then she leaves the living room again, but in her world, everything is normal and she could just go wherever she wants by car. Even I can’t come up with a storyline ending that’s somewhat intertwined and all plot-twisty and more confusing than that. But props to her team I guess

Approval factor: Let’s say I somewhat approve this message. Follow-up factor: For the sake of argument let me just say that Bulgaria is moving on a great path, eventhough the former entry leaves me cold, at least the current entry keeps me warm at all times, like a cup of cocoa and a good blanket. Please Bulgaria, never run out of sponsors. Qualification factor: I’ve seen one or two people throw around the “surprise NQ” tag for this song and I don’t get why??? There’s no way that the tense atmosphere of semifinal 2 would sure-fire-ly kill Bulgaria, even if they have a lot less chances to win this year than they had the last one. There can be some shock NQs indeed though, and if there are, I am paging... uhhhhh Finland? Idk why but you might see what I mean if I ever get around to reviewing “Dark Side”. Bulgaria? Never. It may not win the semi but it will cradle around the top 7 somehow.

INTERNAL NF CORNER

That’s right, Bulgaria managed to do both.

At the time when one other of Bulgaria’s songs got released, within the *Special* Eurovision September 1st-onwards range, people naturally succumbed to their primal instinct of asking whether that’s her Eurovision song... only for Vic to probably announce this early on that no, it’s just *one* of potential ESC entries she’s harbouring. And the remaining potential ones were all on her debut EP. Who actually got a more well-orchestrated schedule for everyone to follow, and yet, people were much more keen to cling on the first EP song out of the gate, “Imaginary Friend”. Now I get that the fans of that song were super upset at the revelation that IF is not going, but it is a technically strong song for the sake of being a technically strong song, and I don’t want to think that Victoria is only forced to choose the songs that can win for her, so she’s such a sweetheart for gravitating towards a song she could dearly care about. So props to her team saving the initial winner for last to be revealed, lol.

Though wasn’t her personal favourite a Billie-Eilish-lite-upbeat-kinda-track Phantom Pain?

Which was also my personal favourite?

Look, I know that favouring the only non-ballad in the whole lineup (well “Ugly Cry” is also not quite a ballad but its beat is kinda so-so, so I tend to ignore it) is kinda sus, also, y’all are sick to death to Billie Eilish comparisons, but I do believe that Billie would never be able to do an “Imaginary Friend” while Victoria could do a “Lovely”. This makes me remember the cover art of Billie’s debut album where she sits on her bed, dressed in white, and so is Victoria on this very MV, with strange shit going on behind her in the mirror. To the mirror, her reflection acts creepy, back again.

The other 2 I don’t feel like caring about enough, sure they got their cred, sure there’s one entry properly crediting Milanov (who seems to not have an actual entry this year that’s purely attributed to *him*, as opposed to 3 last year, 2 of which were performed by acts that returned this year????), sure there’s the funny thing about having a funeral song where out of this and Finland only Austria managed to send a quote unquote “funeral” song, but I think the funeral song would’ve sounded better if the pre-section of it on the “Phantom Pain” video was THE “funeral” song itself, and not whatever was that other funeral song.

In between there was a public sort of survey where people could submit feedback and positive words to Vic’s choices to help her decide - I didn’t get to vote but I feel fine with the winner eitherway, and that counts for something! And the end result was revealed at the very end of Victoria’s very own rooftop concert.

The colors on the circle thingy of this, they were meant to symbolize all Bulgarian entries up to Victoria’s 2nd one, in pictograms that kind of reminded me of Coldplay attributing every song on ‘Mylo Xyloto’ its own little symbol.

The concert was not only full of music and also adverts for the inaugural sponsor iCard (that also included some element of foreshadow in between the suspense, you’ll see why), but also the Bulgarian folk talking before each song, saying all the positive nice words they can for Vic; that she’s talented, and that they were so excited that Bulgaria was doing well in the odds last year prior to cancellation, bla bla bla... also some people were proud of voting for Bulgaria outside Bulgaia, and they made puns about the forthcoming songs on the concert that they were introducing, and so on, and there was also someone called Dara, whom I really want to be sent by Bulgaria one day to show off that they’re not afraid of doing trashy-esque bops that don’t necessarily win

Also they reminded me that Lucy from No Angels (aka the sole reason Bulgaria 12′d Germany in 2008) still exists.

Also Azis.

There was also an intermission where Eurovision 2021 acts could say all the nice words to Victoria on their own part. And several artists chose to... how shall I put it... use up their several seconds rather interestingly. Like how The Roop would say something real quick only to delve into more of their usual “let’s dance, let’s discoteque! *hand scissors* ;P” self-promo, and Senhit carelessly being allowed to say whatever she wants in Italian without subtitles <3 Sorry sis, they’re only given to people from another white-green-red flag-color country.

About the iCard foreshadow... so there’s their advert about Victoria waiting in the line to get something in the Soft Vocals Store, and people ahead of her giving her money the standard oldfashioned way, and the old lady at the counter is... slow, to say the least. After a good amount of time spent waffling around, Victoria finally pulls out the iCard application and pays for the imaginary items she wants, then narrates some stuff about said application, and a Eurovision entry of hers plays when the old lady is at home, spending time in front of TV enjoying the music. Before the concert, the song that played was “Tears Getting Sober”. The advert played once more before Victoria’s big entry decision and entry MV reveal, and in place of the 2020 entry, “Growing Up Is Getting Old” was the one that sounded out loud... Now you may think that there were attempts at some sort of spoilage here, but after that ad before the concert EP NF result, there was this other advert starring Victoria that played “Imaginary Friend” at the end, a last-ditch effort to trick viewers into going “see? just because that ad played the chosen song doesn’t mean it’s the chosen song!! this song could as well be a chosen song as well!!” yeah no shut up GUIGO IS the chosen song kthxbyebye.

ANY LAST WORDS?

Having said all that praise, I actually have “Growing Up Is Getting Old” fairly low on my ranking. It’s just because the year is so damn good and I have a lot more songs to care about more than this, but I appreciate the gesture that this singer is sending very much. Good luck on your road to conquer Europe, Victory-ia, I’m sure you get the best of the experience and all, because you would deserve it.

[wherevermyway]

step out! do what you want (chapter six)

pairings: reader/bang chan, reader/han jisung side pairings: 
established changbin/minho, reader/bang chan/han jisung rating: explicit | 18+ warnings: someone dies this chapter so fucking big ass warning here! angst, violence, graphic descriptions of violence, minor drug use, use of firearms, description of graphic injuries, profanity, drug dealer!au, organized crime!au. word count: about 3,750 also can be found on my AO3 here! chapter/series navigation

chapter six: counting all the minutes and the days have been counting me

recommended tracks: another life by motionless in white, palette by iu and g-dragon, chanel by frank ocean, boy with luv (disco-funk mashup) by bts/seokjinnie, I’m upset by drake, love song by lana del rey, levanter (english version) by stray kids, voodoo people (pendulum remix) by the prodigy, straight to video (kmfdm remix) by mindless self indulgence, break me shake me by savage garden, ride it by regard; rush over me by seven lions/illenium/said the sky. playlist can be found here!

note: I am so sorry for this chapter. damn you, toastie. this is also a lot shorter than most chapters, so apologies in advance. took a lot out of me this time lol.

disclaimer: any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now.

side note: for the love of minho’s cats, don’t mix party drugs or drugs with alcohol.

“We need to go,” Changbin presses, pushing himself off of the doorframe and fiddling with his phone. “I’ve got the arsenal in the car, so you just need to get your body armour on and we can go.”

“I don’t want her coming with,” Christopher says, ruffling a hand through his hair, “it’s going to be too dangerous.”

“We don’t have a fucking choice,” Changbin grumbles, focusing on something on his phone. “Besides, I need her with so we can coax Minji out. Get her distracted enough to give us the upper hand.”

Christopher grumbles, ready to argue with Changbin, but decides against it at the last minute. He turns, kneeling down next to the bed. He pulls a hefty chest out from under the bed, unlocking it and throwing it open. He digs around a bit, tossing up a vest to you. “I think this will fit you,” he says without looking up, continuing to dig through the chest. “Jisung, take this,” he says, tossing another vest at the lean man.

“Let’s go,” he says as you slip the vest on. “We’ll make this work, alright? I’ll keep you covered as best as I can.” Christopher steps to your left, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“I’ve got you, too,” Jisung says, popping up on your right from behind you. He puts his hand over Christopher’s and smiles at you.

The walk down to the car is quiet, the dry air filled with tension. Minho is leaning up against the car, picking at something under his fingernails. Seungmin is in the driver’s seat, fumbling around with something on his phone. You all pack yourselves into the car, squeezing yourself in between Jisung and Christopher at the very back of the van.

Changbin sits in the seat in front of you, rifling through a duffel bag on the floor. “Alright,” he says, checking the mechanisms on a semi-automatic he pulls out, “here’s how this is going to go. Minji and Hyunjin are caught up in one of the Triad’s properties in Songpa-gu. If we’re lucky, there will be minimal men there and we’ll get in and get out.”

“This mostly goes for you, Jisung,” Changbin says, trying not to roll his eyes as he looks at the silver-haired man, “but don’t kill Hyunjin. I need him alive to get information on the Triads. Minji, I don’t care about. I’ve all but confirmed that she is just a pawn in their game. Nothing more than a drug trafficker.”

Jisung scoffs, grabbing the duffel bag off the floor. “Yeah, whatever,” he says, grabbing a pistol out of the bag and handing it to Christopher, “Give me some credit, man, I’m not that trigger-happy.”

Felix laughs, possibly for the first time since you met him. “There was that one time in Busan,” he starts, but Jisung cuts him off.

“It was one time!” He shouts, throwing a stray cloth at the man in front of him. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you! I totally should have shot you. Asshole.”

“Aish,” Changbin rolls his eyes, passing a pistol up to Minho in the seat ahead of him. “I don’t want you to have to fight, baby, but I’d feel better if you had this on you.”

“Aw, come on,” Minho winks at Changbin. “Remember that one time we were in Daegu and I had to cover your ass because your pistol got jammed? I very distinctly remember you thanking me over and over again in the back of that sports car and a couple times in the hotel.”

Changbin grits his teeth in embarrassment, blushing as he looks down. “Whatever, just take the fucking pistol.” Minho laughs at the man as he turns around.

The drive couldn’t have taken more than an hour; it felt like Seungmin had a habit for speeding. The city skyline zoomed past you, and you started to recognize the neighbourhoods of Seoul as you drove past. You got to an industrial area of Songpa-gu, somewhere you weren’t familiar with, when you stop.

Seungmin turns the car off, turning to look at Changbin, then the other men in the car. “They’re here. Are you ready?” Changbin takes in a shallow inhale, turning to Christopher. Christopher nods in response, pulling the semi-automatic rifle in his hands closer to his chest.

Felix and Jeongin lead the group of you up to large bay door of an abandoned warehouse. The vest around your chest started to feel as if it was smothering you. You could have sworn you had seen this place in some bad drama; it seemed stereotypical and expected. Group gets ambushed at the warehouse, someone gets shot, end scene. Roll credits.

The pit in your stomach grew as you realized Minji wasn’t going to make it out of here alive. The woman you knew and had gotten close to over the past year was a facade. This Minji was a lie, and she used you to get some sort of personal gain. Felix, Jeongin, and Changbin walk in front of the bay doors, their fingers on the triggers of their rifles, ready to aim if someone got in their way.

The air is tense, and a moment of silence passes before Changbin waves the rest of you over. “I’ve got your friend here, Moon,” he says as you walk towards him, looking at Minji. She and Hyunjin are standing in the middle of the floor, in front of a table with suitcases lined around it, surprised to see all of you. It looked as if they were packing the suitcases with packets of drugs.

“I know you’re alone here,” Changbin continues, “so don’t try to act tough. The Triads can’t be too far away, but they were dumb enough to leave you alone. Tells me you’re not worth their time.”

“Moon Minji,” Changbin says, quickly correcting himself, “or should I address you as Tian Xiaoli, the name you're more comfortable with?”

Minji grits her teeth as she pulls the pistol off of her hip, aiming it haphazardly at Changbin. He manages to stay in one position, completely unfazed by her threat. “Joined the Triads four years ago,” he continues, “they’ve used you as a decoy to push drugs in and out of Seoul since nobody ever expects a good, rich Korean girl to traffic drugs. Maybe I should say Korean-presenting? Fake passport, fake birth certificates. Several drivers licenses in different countries. You’re a busy woman.”

The pistol in Minji’s hand quivers, “What do you know about me? I didn’t just need the money, if you grew up in the same house I did, you’d have done anything to get out. All that pressure to succeed and getting nowhere?”

“Honestly,” Changbin chuckles, waving his hands in the air, “if I had gotten to you sooner, I’m sure we could have worked something out. Probably gotten you a better deal. Way better than whatever Hwang could get you.”

Hyunjin places his hand up against Minji’s back, positioning his free hand above the pistol on his hip. “You’re too drunk with power,” he sighs, “there’s no way for me to move up. You think you’re so good because you know everything, but you ain’t shit. You know the Triads are taking over Seoul, and it’s killing your business.”

Changbin scoffs, folding his arms. “You never put in the fucking effort.”

“What do you know?” Hyunjin growls, his eyes turning dark with anger. “You were practically handed this position, and we all know you didn’t deserve it.”

“Whatever,” Changbin says with a scoff, rolling his eyes at his junior. “You know you would never make it anywhere close to the top, and you can’t handle it. You never would have gotten as far as you did if it wasn’t for me and Christopher pulling you along the way. You’re barely useful enough to sell guns out of our group.” Hyunjin scowls, taking his pistol and aiming it directly at you. You’re frozen in place, your legs refusing to move. It feels almost as if you’ve sprouted roots from your feet, attaching you into the ground.  “You know I’m a good shot, though.”

The threat causes a panic to light up inside you. You want to move, but the roots taking hold of your feet don’t allow it to happen. Changbin takes a hasty step in front of you, his hands bringing his rifle in front of him, and Christopher moves to shove you out of the way.

Hyunjin hesitates for a second, but the ripping of gunshots fills your ears. You feel a searing pain in your left leg as the root keeping you in the ground dissolves. In a split second, you’re looking up at the ceiling, the scaffolding reaching up to the sky like tree branches. There’s something about the scenery that reminds you of being a child, laying on the ground at the playground absorbing the sunshine. It feels like there’s a ray of sunshine boring into your leg, searing you in two.

“Changbin!” You hear someone screaming, pulling you out of your daydream and back to reality.

“You good-for-nothing backstabber,” you hear Changbin spit out. You gently lift your head up, taking in the moment. There’s blood everywhere, spilling from your leg, and also coming from Changbin’s back in front of you. You’re convinced that you can see through him.

Changbin aims his semi-automatic towards Minji and Hyunjin, carefully aiming the gun as best as he can at them. He’s able to sink a couple shots in Minji, then he turns his attention to Hyunjin when she hits the ground with a thud. “I can’t believe you,” he groans, directing his rage at Hyunjin, “you fucking coward.” He unloads a couple more shots into Hyunjin’s leg, then groans as he hits the floor.

“Changbin!” The voice screams again, louder this time. Minho shouts at the top of his lungs, rushing to Changbin as he falls. Christopher reaches out to grab him, but the smaller man just slips out of his grip. He mutters something under his breath, swapping out the magazine of his pistol.

Jisung comes bolting around the corner, aiming directly at Minji with his semi-automatic. You see him take in a quick breath before he unloads the magazine in his rifle directly into her. She reaches her pistol up towards you, but it falls from her hand as she completely collapses into the ground.

Hyunjin falls against the wall, staring down at the literal bloodbath at his feet. “Holy shit,” he breathes out shakily, his hands trembling as he grips his hair, “Changbin, Minho, Chan, I…”

“Shut the fuck up, you traitor,” Jisung spits out, pulling the pistol holstered at his hip. He cocks it, aiming it at Hyunjin’s head. “I should unload this into your fucking skull, but you’re of more use alive to me than dead. So, you’d best pray to God that I’ll show you mercy as long as I need to keep you around.”

Changbin grips Minho’s collar, pulling him close. “Baby,” he groans out, “I’m sorry I never got to finish that song for you.”

“Binnie, baby,” Minho cries out, grabbing Changbin’s face, “don’t apologize. You’ll finish the song. You’ll finish an entire album for me.”

Changbin weakly smiles, dragging his fingertips across Minho’s face. “If I had the chance to do this all again,” he says, coughing up thick, viscous blood, “I would have asked you to marry me the minute you got out of the hospital. You were always my person. Fuck,” he says, with a deep, heavy cough, “you were always my person, Minho. I’m so glad I got to know you, that I got to love you. So glad I got to be your person.”

Minho’s face contorts into a strange shape, reflecting an expression you can’t quite comprehend. “Baby,” he whines, “you will still have the chance. I will marry you a thousand times over as long as you’re here, I promise, Binnie. I love you so much. Just stay with me.”

But the pleading he tries has no effect. Changbin slips from Minho’s grasp, his body going limp. The two of them sit there, Minho gripping Changbin as tightly as he can. Minho pulls Changbin to his chest, keeping him there for as long as humanly possible.

When he realizes that Changbin can’t, and won’t, respond, Minho screams. He screams from the bottom of his soul, for as long as he can possibly manage. Hearing him scream in such a raw, primal way makes your stomach turn.

Christopher is the first to move, working his way towards Changbin and Minho. “Min,” he whispers, “let me help you get-”

However, Minho has none of it. He looks up at Christopher, his eyes burning red, “No, I won’t let you,” he whimpers. “I am not leaving Changbin; I’m not going to let him go.”

Christopher runs his hands through his hair, tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes. Felix and Seungmin make their way to Hyunjin, picking him up and carrying him out of the room. Jeongin slowly paces his way to where Minji lies, kicking her shoulder with the tip of his boot.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath, “I can’t believe any of this.” Jeongin turns, slowly pacing his way to you. He kneels down and offers you a hand. “Are you okay?”

You don’t really know how to answer him, so you simply shake your head. “Changbin,” falls from your lips, as you look at the way Minho grips Changbin in his arms. Jeongin shakes his head twice, reaching his hand up to wipe a tear off of your face.

“It’s what we do,” he says at a near-whisper. “We protect civilians, and if one of us is out of line, we take care of it. Any one of us would have taken a bullet for you, it just happened to be Changbin this time.”

“But, I didn’t-“ you try to say, but he cuts you off, putting his finger over your lips.

“I know.” Jeongin nods. “But this is how it happened. Nothing we can do now.”

You’re not really sure how much time slips forward as you sit in the quiet, cold warehouse. Felix tied a tourniquet to your leg at some point, mentioning that it probably wasn’t going to be too serious, but he would take a look at it when you all got back to the safehouse. At some point, Seungmin and Jisung take Changbin from Minho, where he completely collapses.

Minho’s face is void of expression; you stare at him as he gazes beyond you, far off in the distance. There’s a large amount of drying blood covering him from his shoulders down to his ankles. Felix says something to him, saying he needed to check Minho for any additional wounds, but the older man doesn’t respond.

“Minho,” Christopher says, leaning down to him, grabbing his shoulder and trying to get him upright. “We can’t stay here forever. The longer we’re out here, the more likely we’ll run into the Triads.” The brunette ignores Christopher’s request, continuing to stare off somewhere far behind you.

“February sixteenth,” he manages to whisper out, his voice cracking as he says it.

“What?” Christopher lets go of Minho’s arm, cocking his head to the side.

“He said ‘I love you’ on February sixteenth last year.” Minho whispers, closing his eyes, “it was the first time he told me that he loved me. We were in Shibuya. He just finished signing Jeongin, and he had finished recording a demo album and he was so excited. Everything was finally going well.”

Minho slowly sits up, keeping his eyes closed. “He wanted to go to Canada or Australia this winter, get married. Actually, legally married. He even jokingly said something about a romantic wedding somewhere in Europe. Of course,” he sighed, letting his head fall into his hands, “that wouldn’t have meant shit here. He wanted to get away from all of this, go move somewhere far away from this shit and start a family somewhere. Never see any of this again. We were so close. Almost there.”

Minho sits on the ground for another few minutes, silently letting himself cry into his hands. Christopher gets down on his knees, pulling the younger man to his chest, letting him completely fall apart. “I’ve got you, Min,” Christopher whispers, stroking Minho’s hair. “It’s going to hurt for a while, I know. We’ve got you, though. You’re not going to go through this alone, you’ve got your brothers.”

It had to have been another hour before you all finally made your way back to Incheon. The drive was completely silent, absent the ambient noise from the highway. Felix spent plenty of time looking over both you and Minho for residual wounds, cleaning up minor lacerations and patching up other scrapes. Jisung gave Minho a couple of tablets of what you assumed was Xanax, which helped him sleep the entire way home.

Christopher and Jisung help carry Minho into the apartment, setting him down on the couch. Seungmin and Jeongin take the van back to another safehouse, presumably to keep Hyunjin in one place and to handle Changbin’s body. Felix pulls you aside to take a look at the bullet in your leg, able to clean the wound out with some careful attention, and he tells you that he’ll bring you in to their clinic tomorrow to take care of the bullet removal.

Felix unpacks a backpack he brought upstairs with him, hooking up an IV to Minho. “Don’t worry,” he says, noticing the concern on your face as you watch him. “He’s always had problems with anxiety, so I’m just going to keep him out overnight and try to get some fluids back into him.”

“Felix is our resident medic, in case you haven’t noticed,” Jisung says, gently squeezing your shoulder. “Whenever something like this happens, he’s always on top of the medical care. We’re pretty lucky to have him around.”

The bleach-blond man scoffs, measuring out a liquid from a vial, injecting it into a port in the IV. “Yeah, you are,” he laughs, “I remember trying to teach you some basic medical stuff and you almost killed Seungmin because you forgot to expel the air from the syringe.”

“Yeah,” Jisung rolls his eyes with a sigh, “there’s a reason I don’t do this shit. Anyway,” he grabs your waist, pulling you to the bedroom. “Why don’t we let Felix take care of Minho, and we can get some sleep?”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Christopher says, flatly, as he opens the door to the bedroom. You and Jisung follow him through the door. Christopher collapses on the floor as soon as he steps through the door. Jisung comes up behind him, his hands coming up to his sides. “Chan,” he says, bringing his hands up to Christopher’s face. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay.”

“No,” Christopher says, weakly, “It won’t be okay. Changbin is gone. My best friend is gone.” He looks like he wants to cry, but his face is completely void of emotions. He just lets himself melt into the floor, staring down the patterns in the wood. “Changbin is gone,” he whispers as he closes his eyes.

Jisung looks up at you, words escaping him.

“Christopher,” you say, but you’re not really sure what to tell him. You know there’s nothing that can help fill the hole he feels in heart. You bend down, reaching your hands out to him. “Come on, why don’t we get up on the bed and get some sleep? We can talk about this tomorrow.”

“Hell,” Jisung sighs, “at least let me grab you a pillow if you’re gonna try and sleep here. Alright?”

“No,” Christopher says, slowly working his way upright. “She’s right, I should sleep on the bed. You never know when someone you care about will be taken from you, so I might as well sleep with both of you.”

Jisung flings his arms around Christopher and looks up at you. “Yeah,” he says, nuzzling his head up against his superior’s. “Come on,” he pulls at Christopher”s shoulder, “nobody can see you cry on the bed, anyways.”

The three of you manage to make your way up to the top of the bed. Tonight, however, is different, compared to the way you’ve usually fallen asleep. You and Jisung take the edges of the bed, wrapping yourselves up around Christopher in a protective cocoon. You’re not sure what time it is when you fall asleep, just that the sun had started to come up when your eyes finally shut.

You also can swear you hear Christopher whisper something as you fall asleep, but you’re not sure if it’s just your mind playing tricks on you. It almost sounds like he’s saying your name and that he loves you.

[babysprouseisart]

tag game! get to know me

tagged by: the darling Anna @edamamechips​, thank you <3 Sorry, my dear, that I am answering so late, I appreciate your mention, and thank you for not forgetting me!

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? dark blue with black

2. name a food you never eat. liver or fish soup with cod/mackerel (I only accept trout/salmon soup, and it's not because I'm so rich or biased, I just don't like the smell of other fish)

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? if we are talking about temperature of the body, then - too cold, for sure, It’s because I have vegetative-vascular dystonia

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? I was taking the English grammar olympiad (contest)

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? Bounty bar or the sesame bar, cause I really love coconut and sesame

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? no (if only the figure skating is considered a sport, then - yes)

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? ‘fuck it’ (not kidding)

8. what is your favorite ice cream? I like sherbet, fruit ice and a cone with any filling, but more with currant jam or chocolate.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? had? a whole glass of water (for medicinal purposes)

10. do you like your wallet? I don’t work, don’t have any wallet, only some pocket money

11. what is the last thing you ate? soup and bread with ketchup and tomatoes, I suppose

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nah

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? Ummm, I sometimes watch F1 (Formula 1) with my brother (he plays it on his phone so fucking loud, so, yeah, here I am again, and I don’t now it is countable, but anyways)

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? sweet popcorn is my favourite 

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? I rarely send text messages (SMS), cause I have a pushbutton phone right now, and it takes a lot of time to send a text message, but I have messaged my classmate by telegram using computer recently.

16. ever been camping? no (only had been in the forest searching the mushrooms several times and had a quick bite sitting on the glade)

17. do you take vitamins? yes, I often take ascorbic acid

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no, just on occasions sometimes

19. do you have a tan? no, why? And it’s weird, cause: 1) It’s autumn and it is getting colder and colder and it is raining sometimes, so no almost sun and 2) I NEVER get a tan, I just immediately get burned under the open rays of sunshine. 

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? hmmm, I remember trying chinese food and I getting sick after, and I haven’t tried it again, so I am not completely familiar with it, I don't know if I really enjoy it, that’s why - pizza

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? nooo... But fun fact: I love drinking soda with a loaf or with drying with poppy seeds

22. what color socks do you usually wear? I usually wear beige nylon socks (with shoes) or white socks (with sneakers)

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? I don’t drive by myself at all, but, yeah, my brother and dad do sometimes

24. what terrifies you? a lot of things actually... Like, death of the relatives, upcoming exams, unfairness of life (more like irritates me), poverty, war, the possibility of non-reciprocal love, violence, cruelty, drunkenness and drug addiction of the partner and suffering with a child alone, I do not know, there are other fears, like heights and spiders, but much simpler...

25. look to your left, what do you see? notebooks and telephone

26. what chore do you hate most? cleaning the kitchen and mopping the floor

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? I feel curious and think about australia: kangaroo, coalas, Sydney, Stewart and Meghan (native speakers with whom we sometimes have classes), the tribes, the heat

28. what’s your favorite soda? Duchess, Mojito, Schweppes

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? 50/50, sometimes I don’t have time to sit inside, and sometimes, when, for example, I hang out with my friends, I go inside and sit there eating

30. what’s your favorite number? I don’t have one and only, it changes every time, let it be 25, my birthday number

31. who’s the last person you talked to? my brother, Alexey

32. favorite meat? beef I think, but I also love chicken

33. last song you listened to? oh, God, grant me memory it was daytime and now it's evening... I think it was “What you do to me” by John Legend

34. last book you read? errr, only school programe, so - “Sotnikov” by V. Bykov”, Russian story about war

35. favorite day of the week? according to the school timetable - monday, and in general - friday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? ohhh, no, i am so silly, yeah? 

37. how do you like your coffee? I like coffee in any shape, form or whatever, just give me coffee and I am yours... *winks*

Just kidding, I really love latte (with milk)  

38. favorite pair of shoes? actually, I love my autumn boots, they are cute and fit anything

39. time you normally get up? at half past 6am at weekdays or at 11am on the weekends

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets are my love

Just look at this:

41. how many blankets are on your bed? one currently, cause it’s pretty warm still

42. describe your kitchen plates: ummm, i don’t know what does this exactly mean, but...we have the flat small plates, they are mostly white with a pattern of flowers, or deeper, with a gold border (border) or with a pattern, there are also salad bowls of different colors and saucers for tea or lemon

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: what? okay, there is now soup and stuff cooking, kettle boiling, my brother is washing dishes and so on, we have only one finished part of the kitchen (white cabinets, table), a bit old stove, sink, spices and microwave on the windowsill, some other small things, we have a gas boiler there too...

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? I don’t drink alcohol AT ALL, I have only tried energy drink (with caffeine)

45. do you play cards? yep, but rarely

46. what color is your car? I don’t have a car as I don’t drive

47. can you change a tire? again, for the 29325932 time - no car no problems

48. your favorite state or province? in our country there aren’t states, but I love the silent sceneric places, near the sea or lake, or river, I dont’ know, somewhere like this... Also, if we are considering other places, I love and would like to visit California, Florida, Oregon

49. favorite job you’ve had? to be honest, I haven’t had the job, only was planning to get one

tagging: @hbiccjsblog, @aliciarm, @cs-bh22, @raymondebidochonlifechoices, @aussiejonesandsprouse​, @monia-sprousehart and anyone who wants!

[sunlightwoo]

❃ 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 ! ❃

i was tagged by @chocosvt​ (thank you for the tag hehe) i hope all is well on your end <3 

also i realized i don't think i’ve ever done one on this page so here we go!

name/alias: gina

birthday: march 18

zodiac: pisces sun / taurus moon / virgo rising 

height: i am a short bean and am only 5′2 and a half but lets just round down

hobbies: singing and dancing are definitely up there with writing, but other than those two, i really like painting when i have the time, eating out with friends and kinda just vibe on the side by reading!!

favourite colour: i honestly like anything that's like pastel colors, or like yellow in terms of golden hours :D

last book i read: hamlet by shakespeare, for an essay that is due friday that i never finished sadly

last song i listened to: mamamoo’s wheein (solo) - 헤어지자 (let’s break up)

last film i watched: hmm i think the last film i’ve watched was What Happened to Wednesday, which was about a dystopian society that was under a law in which they were limiting the amount of children that could be born to make sure the city/country/society wasn’t overpopulated. It’s a whole lot of intense drama and thriller scenes, but I’d give it a good 8.5/10

dream job: the imaginative dreamer pisces in me says performer, but a realist backup idea is an international finance manager

inspiration for muse: i think i find lots of inspiration from musics and whatever i watch in a show/experience in real life to a certain extent. like definitely listening to ballads, whether they’re by korean artists or even western artists that inspire me to write something, or a k-drama that i watched that inspire me, but there’s also like things that i kinda see happen between my friends that inspire the friendships that i’ve written about on here in my stories! im rambling pls don’t mind me lol

meaning behind url:  a lot of my mutuals on twitter call me a ‘babie’ and it went along with my nickname that was derived in english from my native name in vietnamese, which was sunshine. i put the two together and thought, hey let’s add my ateez bias in there too to be corny lolol, hence babiesanshine was born. 

tagging: @viastro @omgnctchina @luvshuas @hereisleo @kwanisms-replies @hannie-dul-set (and whoever else would like to do this tag!! completely optional :D)

[myladyofsilver]

This is Constance. She started as a magical girl and ended up as a French painter who uses crutches to walk. Constance - or Connie - is also a Miraculous Ladybug OC because, when I got on my Obsessive Bullshit, didn’t have the motivation to make another OC and I though “Underdeveloped magical girl? Sure, I can use this.”

She actually wasn’t supposed to use a wheelchair or crutches, but I read a fic with a disabled Marinette and I liked the idea so here we are.

She is also a fashion designer, that was there before Miraculous, and is a painter.

She has a harem and I am ashamed. I just really like harem fics lol.

Connie originally had twin tails and brown hair, but I liked the black hair better and wanted it down, though she probably ends up cutting it to her shoulders.

Idk why she’s so pale all my white girls are pale oops

She’s a quarter Chinese and three quarters French.

She has nice arms because of her crutches and pushing her wheelchair,

She’s a little religious, she likes to pray and carries a rosary, a gift from her mother.

Connie smokes, and it’s entirely Death’s Fault.

She’s a little fucked up I guess? She’s a kleptomaniac and (even though she’s technically disabled(?)) is often hired to break into old homes to steal shit. She fakes a panic disorder in canon to have a reason to be missing during Akuma attacks.

Constance has aquaphobia from nearly drowning because her parents were too busy arguing. Constance doesn’t like to speak to men out of fear and can be considered selectively mute and uses sign language.

Speaking of her parents, her mother is dead. Her father is in an asylum/prison for killing her. Her father went insane after her baby sister, Ambre, was a stillborn and he murdered her mother and beat her. She now lives with her older half-sisters Kara, Death, and later Verity. They are a part of a larger universe that I’ll explain in a later post. Her aunt also lives with her, but she doesn’t last long.

Constance also picked up schizophrenia and it is completely her father’s fault.

Constance shows signs of PTSD from watching her mother die and her father’s abuse.

Constance is a descendent of a Guardian that survived Feast, and has passive magic.

Personality- she’s flirty and denies it left and right, even though she flirts with everything that moves. She’s a manipulative asshole who uses tears to get what she wants, but is nowhere near as bad as Lila, and is vengeful, swearing to hunt Hawkmoth down for interrupting her flirting abusing the Miraculous. She’s protective and will not hesitate bitch try me Kagami. Better social skills than Adrien (no high road shit) but is apathetic to other’s feelings and only cares when she befriends them. She sugarcoats things but won’t hesitate to cut to the chase when she’s short on time or is just fed up. While she is manipulative, she does understand that being a bitch and hurting others will get you nowhere in life, and is quick to jump to the aid of her friends. She’s intelligent science and artistically wise, but not so much maths and people wise. Constance is secretive, knows she has to live another day and often doesn’t take risks unless absolutely necessary, and likes touch, holding hands or draping herself over others with their consent. Religious but only really prays because it makes her feel better, she does believe in God but not in Heaven or Hell. She really hates pushy guys and people who touch her without permission. She's really creative and wakes up in the middle of night to start a painting or a sketch.

Constance is taken in by her half-sisters in Eden (country I made, later post) when she is around seven, returns to Paris she is when she is eleven and meets Chloe, and become Lady Dove when she is twelve.

OK ACTUAL PLOT NOW

This happens in the middle of the summer break, and Constance is in Paris for the first time in years. She is twelve and skips a grade.

Constance breaks into an abandoned home for Fiona, a client and later possible SO, to find an old heirloom. Constance breaks in through a window and finds some weird shit (weird spell books in code, diaries) and is seriously creeped out, but Kara didn’t raise no bitch so she keeps going, she’s seen creepier in Eden anyways.

Constance (on her crutches) goes upstairs and finds a room with a shine dedicated to a cameo. She picks it up because hey, it’s free real estate.

The cameo is a Miraculous, The Dove Miraculous of Restoration.

Constance freaks and thinks she’s hallucinating and Meme, the Kwami, snaps her out of it, and explains. Constance transforms into Lady Dove.

It’s a lame name but hey, I like it.

In Origins, Lady Dove only appears in Part Two of Origins, because Constance just doesn’t care and thinks that Ladybug can handle restoring the city and cleansing the Akuma. When Ivan/Stoneheart is at the top of the Eiffel Tower and spits out the mass of butterflies, Ladybug manages to get most of the Akumas and panics when they try to escape and get someone, Lady Dove uses a cleansing spell (learned from the tomes) to get the rest and makes her debut.

Also, in this mess Ladybug can only cleanse the Akuma and not restore the city, Lady Dove does that. Meme didn’t tell her that and only said something after the first Stoneheart.

She steals part of Ladybug’s role lol whoops.

Lady Dove cleanses Ivan’s Akuma, restores the city, and sleeps because that’s the first time she used the restoration spell and she’s fucking tired.

That’s Lady Dove, now to Constance.

Constance joins at the same time as Alya, and is Chloe’s friend. She gets mad at Chloe for being rude and scolds her in front of the whole damn class. Chloe get pissed and Constance gives up and just starts flirting with her to make her shut up. Marinette and Alya still end up with different seats and Constance sits in front in her wheelchair and pouts.

Constance tries to talk down Alya in the library and fails miserably.

Watches the fight on the news but otherwise doesn’t do shit

Meme begins her explanation of Miracle Boxes, potions, unification, and Feast. Meme explains that the runes she had Constance draw all around the house were to hide them as long as they stayed inside.

(Second Day) She gets mad at Adrien but is finds out what happened from Sabrina, but doesn’t say anything, deciding it wasn’t her problem. She sits with Chloe and fakes a panic attack to escape, realizing that Ladybug didn’t get the Akuma and god fucking damnit Alya. Lady Dove debuts.

(Third Day) Constance manipulates Chloe into letting her sit with some else, quoting Sabrina’s and Chloe’s strong friendship and how she wants to make more friends. Honestly probably just says she doesn’t want to sit in the front and gets mad when Chloe tries to get others to move. She sits with Chloe and Sabrina at lunch and occasionally in class when she doesn’t want to sit in her wheelchair or the second row.

Constance asks Alya and Marinette if she can join them in the second row, is accepted because she stood up to Chloe, flirts with Marinette, and probably sleeps through class or just flirts because goddamnit I want this bitch to have a harem.

When Adrien arrives, Constance greets him a little coldly but doesn’t ignore him.

She witnesses the umbrella scene and teases Marinette for falling head over heels with him.

MIRACLE BOX

Later on in the week, Constance's aunt dies in a crash. She receives her first Miracle Box, which is the one Meme belongs to because fuck you.

I want a kwami reunion scene with Constance in the background crying for her aunt but being utterly fascinated with the kwamis and the designs of each Miraculous.

The Eagle Miraculous of that box is missing.

Lady Dove introduces the idea of temporary heroes early on and uses her Miracle Box

BTW Master Fu doesn’t know Lady Dove’s identity and disapproves of Lady Dove handing out the Miraculouses out already and not hiding them from Hawkmoth, who might target them.

SKILLS

-Shitty manipulation

-Creation of high-quality paintings and articles of clothing she designs

-High flexibility and reflexes, and high upper-body strength

-Able to wield several Miraculouses at once due to high mental resistance

-Several spells to enhance the Miraculous

-A cleansing spell that can be used to cleanse a mass Akuma

-Can speak French, choppy English, Eden’s language, and learning Mandarin/Chinese and Japanese

STUFF I’M ADDING

She has four friends from Eden- Eshaal, Caitlyn, Himari, and Rowen. They’re not a part of the harem but run the Constance Protection Squad. They come in later one at a time – expect Himari and Rowen, they’re dating and refuse to be separated. Eshaal’s parents are diplomates, Caitlyn’s mother is a war photographer who takes pictures of Akuma attacks and her father is dead, Himari’s mother is a chef and her father a financial analyst, and Rowen’s mother is a painter and his father a general who was sent in to monitor the Akuma situation.

Eshaal is a pop star, Caitlyn is a photographer, Himari is a dancer, and Rowen is an actor. Caitlyn is a workaholic and likes to gossip, and Eshaal is a ball of sunshine and dramatic. Rowen is insecure but very flashy and unbelievably dramatic, and Himari is an introvert but not afraid to be dramatic or cause a scene.

I’ll do a post on them later because I’m still trying to figure out what they look like.

I’m also adding Edward and Thomas DeLeon, twins who join probably after Origins. Thomas is a jealous bastard and is aiming to work in business, while Edward is a musician and shy. Thomas falls in love with Constance and is like Chat Noir but worse with his flirting and declarations of love. He gets Akumatised later and gets beat down. Edward also get Akumatised because his song is stolen.

Thomas finds the Eagle Miraculous and becomes a hero, name pending.

Why Constance has a harem: Her passive magic has something to do with love and naturally draws people to her. This is only amplified when she finds the Dove Miraculous, whose side effects include making people easily drawn to her for one reason or another. So, she’s a walking love magnet :D

OTHER THINGS

She totally sets the classroom on fire to scare off Lila

- “Are you insane?!” “Schizophrenic, actually.”

Forgive the spelling and grammer I’m tired.

[blondecarfucker]

Bed of Roses (Chapter 9)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE STORY. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else this post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: So this was one of my favourites to write, actually. Which is odd, since it's basically just fluff. Just something to warm your hearts as you say goodbye to Christmas and before the angsty part of the story really starts lol

Words: around 2760

ACT TWO - NIGHT

“Everything is more intense at night.”

Chapter 9

The smell of bacon and eggs along with the sound of your voice singing woke Roger up.

You made me a woman tonight

Dream until the morning light

He smiled against the pillow. You were singing a song from this new band you really enjoyed - Fleetwood Mac - and he actually didn't have anything against it, but liked to pretend he did just to tease you.

He got up and started to look for his boxers. When he found them, he realised he had a cut on his hand. He didn't really care. He probably cut it when he punched the drums off its risers yesterday, but it was fine now.

As he moved downstairs, your singing got louder.

Forever

Forever, love

Together

Together, love

"Morning, babe", he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to your neck. He smirked when you shivered at his touch. "Morning, Rog", you answered, still focused on the eggs and bacon that were in front of you on the stove. "Are you feeling better?", you asked him, breaking away from his embrace to grab two plates on the cupboard. "Sure. I think I still smell like lavender, too, which is probably an improvement on my smell of cigarettes", he said, as you served the bacon and the eggs on the plates.

You moved closer to him and hugged him. "Shut it. You always smell amazing. Yeah, like cigarettes, but also mint and something else, more masculine. Like, more woody", you said, and got on the tip of your toes, just so you could breathe his scent. "But yeah, you do still smell like lavender", you laughed.

He quickly grabbed you by the waist and put you on the kitchen counter. "Talking about wood, you know", he winked, pressing himself against your hips. "You stole my kimono again", he said, looking at what you were wearing. "I did. Thought it would look better on me", you said, and he laughed. "You're not wrong", he answered, moving his hand so he could cup your jaw. But something caught your attention.

"Roger, you're bleeding", you tensed, and grabbed his hand so you could really check. "Yeah, guess I hurt myself yesterday. You know, pushing the drums. The cut probably opened up again as I got you on the counter", he shrugged. "But I didn't notice that last night", you answered, jumping off the counter and looking for the first aid kit. "We got a bit busy last night", he answered you, and you smiled, the kit in your hands.

"Let's get this cleaned up, so my favourite drummer can still throw me on kitchen counters without dropping blood on his japanese kimono", you answered. As you cleaned his cut, you thought about his visit to Japan earlier this year.

He tried to convince you to go with him for months, saying how much history Japan had, how he'd promise you could skip the press he had to do and go to all the museums, how much fun it would be to go to a new country, one that none of you knew, and discover it. But you had your finals.

He called you every night, and you asked about his day. He'd tell you everything about how crazy the fans were, how none of them really understood how big their success was in Japan, how Deacy was reacting to the fact that he was a fan favourite there, and how he spilled tea on himself on a fancy tea ceremony they attended for the press, but he was sure nobody noticed it. How he thought of you when he wore his ugliest beret, the one you said smelled like weed and made him look like a crazy old lady, but you'd always smile when you saw him wearing it. He didn't knew it was because you were always marveled by the fact he could make you swoon for him, no matter how ugly his outfit choices were.

And he asked you about your day, how were your finals, how was the cat that was roaming around your house - did his owners came to pick him up? Or did someone adopt him? And as you told him that it was taking all you had not to adopt him already, the boys came into the room Roger was in and made the call almost impossible to understand.

"Y/N!!! You should've came!! You would love the fashion here! There's a street called Harajuku that is completely insane" you heard Freddie scream. "And the food! I ate a living octopus!" Deacy said. "That was fucking gross, Deacon", you heard Brian. "Can you guys shut up? I'm the one on the phone with her. You can call her later", Roger complained. "It's just that it's time for us to go and you've been on the phone for twenty minutes, Roger", Freddie answered, and you could hear his annoyance through the phone.

"Okay, okay. Just a minute", he said. "Where are you guys going?" you asked him, but looking at your watch and adding 9 hours, you knew the answer. "We're going to a club near the hotel", he said, and you felt your shoulders get tense. You were always nervous when you thought of Roger going out without you to a party, and you hated this feeling. You hated being so possessive. "But I'm just gonna get shitfaced. They have a drink here, sake, that is really good. I'm gonna bring a bottle for you", he promised.

And he did. You drank it in its entirety with him the night he got back, as you listened to The Dark Side Of The Moon laying on your bed, him telling you more about the trip, and you only shut him up so you could have lazy sex. You felt like a married couple, sometimes.

You finished putting a band aid on his cut, and he smiled. "I love it when you take care of me", he said, and kissed your hand. "Such a gentleman. I could've been a doctor, though. Look how well I applied that band aid!", you said, serving coffee on two mismatched mugs you got on a flea market.

His house was very plain when you met him. It didn't have many colors or furniture, just the basics. But as you started to spend more time there, you started gifting him with some stuff to add more color to it - a red throw rug, colorful mugs. Once you moved there, you brought some of your furniture with you, and the house was now a perfect mix of the two of you.

A big amethyst geode you got on a wicca store held his albums on the shelf, and a rose scented candle was on top of the magazines he got to read on his stall - now closed, due to the fact that Queen occupied all of his time, even though he made almost the same amount of money now as he did then, thanks to Trident Studios.

You were humming to Warm Ways by Fleetwood Mac again as you took your mug and your plate to the table, and he smiled as he did the same. "Are you singing that hippie stuff again?", he asked you through a grin. "Yes, I am", you answered, biting the bacon. "I can't believe I'm dating a folksy hippie", he said before eating the eggs. "This is really good. Thank you", he told you.

You both ate the breakfast quietly, and after you finished, he got your plate and mug on one hand and his on the other, and took it to the sink. "What do you think you're doing?", you asked him, and he shot you a smile. "The dishes. You cooked, so I clean", he answered, and you had to hold yourself from giving him a peck on the lips.

He looked so cute, so domestic, on his plaid boxers, the lavender scent with the smell of sex surrounding him, the sunshine on his skin. It was a sunny morning, a miracle in the middle of the english winter. "But you can't. You have a cut on your hand", you told him, pushing him to the side with your hips. "Hey, Florence Nightingale, it's a small cut. I know you like to take care of me, but relax. It's gonna disappear in a couple days", he told you, referencing the lady that fell in love with her patients, and you pretended to be offended, but went to the living room anyway.

You cuddled on the couch with a book - On The Road - and distracted yourself with it, being interrupted a few minutes later when Roger appeared in front of you with a gift.

"I know it's not Christmas yet, but I was walking around Sloane Street while you were in class the other day, and I saw this and thought of you", he said, giving you the package. As you opened it, you saw the brand. Louis Vuitton.

"Roger, you really didn't have to", you said, opening the gift anyway. You were curious. The first thing you noticed was the fabric - a sapphire colored chiffon. You picked it up and realised it was a dress, a beautiful, elegant yet still stylish dress. "Oh my God, Roger", you said, smiling. He was smiling back at you, a genuine smile. "Did you like it?" he asked you, and you got up to hug him. "Like it? I love it! I can't believe you bought this for me!" you told him. "Yeah, I thought you could wear it to yesterday's show, so I got it for you, but I was so nervous that I realized I wouldn't really take in the view of you in it", he said, and you laughed.

"I see that. I really can't believe you bought this, it was probably a fortune", you were still shocked at it. "Yeah, it was. I mean, what's the point of dating a rockstar if you don't get expensive gifts?" he joked. "I mean, I can definitely think of a few other reasons", you said, and he laughed.

"I bet I can guess a few of them, but I want to talk to you about something a bit serious", he said, biting his lip, and you sat down, the dress still on your hands. He sat by your side. The dress smelled like expensive perfume; it was an odd smell in your simple and mismatched house.

"You know we're having problems with Trident", he said, and you nodded in agreement. "So now, even though they hold most of our money to themselves because of that stupid fucking contract, they refused to borrow money for John so he and Veronica can buy a new house, since they're getting married and want to have kids and stuff", he told you, and you scoffed. This was absurd.

"So this was the last straw. We just signed with a new label" he continued, and you smiled. "But, we're going to record a new album, and we really need to prove ourselves with this one. Make a name for ourselves. Make sure this new label doesn't regret signing us. So, they're sending us to a farm about two hours away from here so we can record it without distractions", he said, and you frowned. You could be considered a distraction.

"Yeah, I know", he said upon your frown. "And it's gonna take three months to record it. At least it's how long we're scheduled to be there", he told you, and your frowned intensified. You were about to open your mouth when he said "I know, it's gonna be three months of me not living here. You can visit me, but it's not the same thing. I know, I'm annoyed too, and I'm sorry. But this is where the dress sort of comes in", he touched the dress, and you looked at him confused.

"I want this album to be the best album we ever make, so I can finally make enough money to provide for you. Which I know it's not your dream life, and of course you're still gonna work if you want to - and I know you will, and I love you for it - but I just want to be able to know that you don't have to work. That people know you're not wasting your time with me when you could be with someone smarter, who also has a steady job in a university, or a museum, or something like that, not someone who was a stall owner and now is in a sort of successful band - that is actually more successful out of its own country. I want your parents to like me", he said, a sad smile on his lips.

You didn't knew what to say. There was so much information on the last few minutes; the dress, the new label, the album, his desire to be approved by your family - which in itself was serious, like he was implying he wanted to be with you on the long run. So you were just able to answer the last thing he said. "My parents like you. They like Queen", you said, and he gave you a sad smile and a peck on the lips.

"Yeah, but they don't see me as someone you're actually in a relationship with. It's almost like I'm a two year long college fling, a fun fact to throw around on a family dinner. The time our daughter went to school in England and dated a drummer before actually dating someone serious", he said, and you couldn't really disagree with that.

Your parents almost never wanted to know more about Roger. They only asked how he was when you mentioned him on the phone with them. The only time they mentioned Roger without you talking about him first was a few months ago, when Killer Queen started to play in the american radios, because your dad was coming home from work and really enjoyed the song that was playing, only realising it was by your boyfriend's band when the radio announced it.

But they always seemed a bit surprised when you mentioned him, as if they were shocked you didn't already switched him for a serious boyfriend.

Roger looked tired, almost like he expects you to fight with him. But his logic and motivations are so pure, and he just looks so vulnerable, with his messy bed hair and bags under his eyes, and you don't want to fight with him. "It's okay. I'm gonna visit you whenever you say that you're allowed to be distracted, and I know it is going to be the best album ever, because you guys are the best band ever", you told him, and he flashed another genuine smile at you.

"Thank you, really, for being so understanding", he said, and he leaned in to kiss you. He broke the kiss and asked you, "Do you really think we're the best band ever? Better than Fleetwood Mac?", and you laughed. "Your obsession against my obsession with Fleetwood Mac is starting to concern me. But I do. Don't tell Stevie Nicks or Christine McVie if you ever meet them, though. They're my idols at the moment", you said, and he scoffed. "Well, be sure that I'll tell them that you prefer Queen, and that we're your idols, if I ever meet these two hippies", he joked, and sat back into the couch.

"What are you reading?", he asked, as you got back into your book. "On The Road", you answered. "It's my favourite book. Did you knew that?", he asked, and you laughed. "Yeah, I got that after the millionth time you told me", and he laughed back as he laid down on the couch, his head on your lap. "Read it out loud. I might like it even more in your voice", he said.

"He no longer cared about anything, as before, but now he also cared about everything in principle, and that is to say, it was all the same to him, and he belonged to the world and there was nothing he could do about it" you started to read it from the point of the story in which you've stopped, and as you looked into his quiet and peaceful expression, laying on your lap and paying attention to Jack Kerouac's words through your lips, you thought that it was because of moments like this that you were with Roger, even after everything you both went through. It wasn't because of the sex or the shows. You loved his extroverted, sexy and outgoing part, but these quiet moments were the ones that made you stay.

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Chapter 10

Masterlist

Taglist:

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[espship18]

Kpop ship for madeofsaltiness

Hello everyone! How are ya? As always, due to work, I haven’t been able to post in a while, but I am here with a ship for @madeofsaltiness ! I am so sorry it took me this long to get your ship up, but I hope that we will have no disappointment around here. Let’s get started! 

These are the traits I used in your requests from your submission: 

You’re a 99 liner hah same!

You’re 166cm and Latina

You can come off as intimidating at first, friends say you have RBF

But you really love to smile and make people happy

You also like to make the best out of every situation we love an optimistic queen

You can have a hard time expressing your feelings

You’re easy going

You love animals

You’re a hip hop dancer and dancing is your passion 

You’re a mixture of the mom and adventurous one of the group, and you also like to take care of people

You also don’t mind being taken care of

Eating and traveling

Your style is described as urban street wear

You know English and Spanish and are learning three other languages

And in your request, you asked to be shipped with BTS, NCT 127, and WayV! I had a lot of fun with this request- let’s go! 

BTS: Jimin 

Overall, you really sound like an all around kind of gal, and I feel like you and Jimin would be good for each other. Jimin has his hands dipped in a little bit of everything, and I think you two would have good chemistry together. No matter what, there is always sunshine and happiness surrounding you two, as you two never have conflicts and you’re both so bright and happy. Jimin would be the type of guy to always tell you how much he loves you tbh, and Jimin would also want you to know your worth. Not only would Jimin tell you about how you are his everything, but he also will gush over how important your sunshine and energy is to those around you, and how you can really make an impact on people. Jimin is also perfect because he always trying to take care of you. As a fellow dancer, Jimin would make sure that you are ALWAYS getting the proper nutrition you need for your body. Being a dancer is tough work, and it makes sense as to Jimin wanting you to be full, and feel strong and mighty when you dance. And to be honest, you would be equally as stern with Jimin on his nutrition. I feel like Jimin is also stubborn, so your mom like sense of nature can really help you poke at Jimin to eat right and keep himself in tip top shape. You take care of him out of habit and nature. Moving right along, I want to talk dogs and puppos. Dogs are going to play a big role in this whole ship to buckle up. You and Jimin would LOVE to spend a lot of your free time going to dog parks. You two wouldn’t quite get a dog yet, but you two would always want to see the varieties of dog and gush over their cuteness, and even play with them. And better yet, you and Jimin are the go to duo when it comes to puppy sit his fellow members dogs. You two are also quite playful, so I can see a prank war between you two. Sometimes the boys will get involved, but you two prefer to keep it to yourselves. The prank war is sort of that couple thing that you two do together. Some pranks even include hair dye in shampoo bottles and pouring salt in one’s drink. You also always impress Jimin with your language skills. Jimin would always do his best to interact with you in Korean since you are learning, and Jimin would also want you to practice different languages on him, any and every practice can make a difference. Lastly, this boi is always wanting some kind of snuggles. He loves to kiss your cheek, and hand holding would be his favorite. Oh, also, be prepared for a lot of prince like knuckle kisses. 

NCT: Johnny 

Okay so, I’ve said this in other ships but, it’s a perfect opener. You and Johnny would be a little intimidated and scared of each other when you would first meet. Both of your RBF would shine through, so it would be a game of time for you both to express your feelings for each other. Johnny would be the first to say something. You would have to take some time to spill the beans since you have difficulties with expression emotions and that’s okay! Also, Johnny wouldn’t be quick to give up. Before you would spill the beans, Johnny would know you had feelings for him. Although you didn’t say any words, your feelings would be expressed through your actions. The amount of time and effort you would put into Johnny would say more than enough to him. You would pick up on little details on things he would like or take a certain interest in him that Johnny would think would be super sweet. Johnny is smart, so he knew to stick around, and of course when you were ready, you would tell him how you felt about him. After you would spill the beans with him, you two would become love sick puppies. Wrapped around each others pinkies and you’re also constantly gushing over each other. I can also see you constantly gushing over how Johnny is the best boyfriend ever. Mr. Seo here would be so considerate and he would do what you did before you started dating. He is always wanting to surprise you- they’re his thing. Whether it be flowers, lunch, bringing you your favorite snacks or drinks, Johnny has got some surprises for you. Another surprise that Johnny would call “his specialty” would be travel trips! What he would do is, he would take you with him when NCT would travel. Whether it be around the country(you can imagine your location wherever you want) or abroad, as soon as Johnny would get the okay, he is coming at you to pack your bags. Of course you wouldn’t always be able to go with him, but you best believe that this boy would always bring you souvenirs back. The boys would also absolutely adore you, so they would always be more than happy to have you tag along. Taking pictures is #1 on your priority list when you’re traveling, and after you would get home from the trip, you and Johnny would make a little scrapbook of all the pictures. You would also keep track of the best places/entertainment spots you’d visit so you could go there again if you traveled there again. Lastly, PDA wise, Johnny would always have you wrapped around him. You’d be like his teddy bear, and you would fit around him perfectly, and he also loves to rest his chin on the top of your head. 

WayV: Kun 

This is my first WayV ship+write for WayV ever, I am so excited! So, much like Jimin and Johnny, I want you to think about puppy love through this ship like I said, that’s the theme of this ship. You and Kun are two smiley babes ftw. Starting out, Kun would be a little intimidated by you at first. When he took that first look at you, you were this beautiful, powerful woman and he would be shy- but this boy has two hands. Kun is more than qualified to told a powerful woman like you in his hands. Music would be the center of your relationship. There would be so much bonding between you two when it came to music. I can not even imagine how many all nighters you and Kun would have spent in a music studio. Whether you would be listening to music, studying different types of music, or even making music, music is everything. Those three am nights are always the most memorable as well since you can remember the nights when you two were basically delirious from exhaustion and you would be the cutest little pups giggling over something silly, wrapped up in a blanket together. There would be a couch in the studio where you two would snuggle and you two would keep a stack of pillows and blankets beside the couch in preparation for a long night. Some great take out and a microwave for reheating is also the cherry on top for the perfect all nightery by the way. There would also be nights where some of the WayV members would tag along with you two, and it’d be like a huge sleepover because the boys would litter the floor with their bodies, some of them even sleeping in the recording box. Also, just in general, the studio would be the place where you two would go to relax at. You two would lay together, eyes closed in the quiet, having much needed healing time when your weeks would get stressful. Moving along, but keeping the music theme, you and Kun would collab a lot. You would LOVE to make choreography for Kun’s music, and tbh, this bub would light up like an absolute Christmas tree. He’d think it would be so sweet. And, if a song was too slow, it’d be a fun project for you two to do and remix the song so you could make choreo to it- you geniuses. Also, I can not forget about the Kun and the WayV members wanting to teach you the choreo to their songs. That would also be a fun time. And once in a bull moon, I can see you getting the chance to help make some choreo for WayV for comebacks! Lastly, I feel like Kun would have reserved PDA. He would show enough love to get the point across, but he wouldn’t be overly flashy ya know? And ps, this boy may be all sunshine and sweetness, but he is not afraid to be protective over you. 

~STA

[soflsms]

   ( sorry  I'm  late  to  the  party  im  in  pst  so  i  was  at  work  til  now  sdkfjl )  ANYWHO  hi  pals  what  the  h*ck  is  up  !!  im  chloe  ,  im  21  ,  i  use  she / her  pronouns  &  im  a  broke  a$$  geography  major  !!   i  am  SO  excited  to  be  her  &  get  to  rp  with  all  y’all  bc  judging  by  your  apps  skdflj  i  fuck  with  u  all  .  anywho  ill  stop  my  rambling  ,  below  the  readmore  is  stuff  about  sofie  &  some  wcs !!  

trigger  warning  !!  sex  work  ,  deportation  ,  neglect  ,  bad  writing  ,  alcoholism  &  substance  abuse

HAILEY BALDWIN  /  SHE/HER  /  TWENTY TWO  /  BILLIE EILISH VC

welcome to los angeles , sofie almeda ! the glitterati has been watching you . rumour has it you made your first mark in the industry two years ago & that your net worth currently stands at  8m . it seems as though you’re enjoying being a  singer since relocating from  harlem , new york city . some might say you’d be a good fit for the glitterati due to your hollywood ranking being a solid  #3, & it helps that fans speak so highly of your  individualistic & assiduous ways . unfortunately , our sources cite that those closest to you aren’t particularly impressed with your  self-destructive & choleric tendencies .

stats

name  :   sofie sydney almeda

nicknames  :   sof

age  :  twenty - two  .

birthday  :  december  eleventh  .

zodiac  :  sagittarius  .

gender  :  cisfemale  (  though  doesn’t  vibe  with  the  idea  of  being  STRICTLY  a  WoMaN  ,  she  finds  labels  restrictive  )  .

pronouns  :  she    &    her  .

height  :  5 ′ 6 ″  .

hometown  :    recife  ,  brazil  &  harlem  ,  new  york  city  .

nationality  :  american  ,  brazilian  .

ethnicity  :  english  ,  portuguese   .

label(s)  :  the  venereal  ,  the  bellwether  ,  the  opulent  ,   the  anaxiphile   .

occupation  :  singer  (  vc  billie  eilish  )  .  

quirks  :  fidgeting  ,  allergic  to  shellfish  ,  walks  quickly  ,  cracks  knuckles  ,  always  wears  her  lucky  ‘  st  christopher  ’  necklace  from  her  grandmother  ,  has  a  weird  ability  to  talk  herself  out  of  trouble  ,  can  tie  a  cherry  stem  in  her  mouth  ,  messy  emotionally  but  on - point  physically  ,  vvv  bad  driver  ,  loves  a  good  theme  party  ,  can’t  get  through  the  day  without  multiple  cups  of  coffee  ,  refuses  to  wear  glasses  in  public  even  though  she’s  quite  far - sighted  ,  always  carries  hand  sanitizer ,  prefers  rain  over  sunshine  .

background

         her  mother  ,  marcia  almeda  ,  was  a  recent  graduate  from  secondary  school  who  packed  a  backpack  and  went  traveling !! before  long  tho  she  ended  up  knocked  up  by  another  backpacker  ,  this  one  american  ,  while  they  were  having  a  fling  in  sydney  (  hence  sofie’s  middle  name  lmao  @  her  mom’s  humor  )  .  she  flew  back  home  when  she  found  out  &  never  told  sofie’s  father  oops !! so  marcia  had  sofie  at  home  in  recife  just  before  her  nineteenth  birthday  ,  and  marcia  was  enthralled  w  little  sofie  .  ofc  she  inherited  her  mother’s  beauty  (  i  hc  marcia  looks  like  alessandra  ambrosio  bc  hello !  )  &  little  sofie  lived  a  happy  early  childhood  life  in  her  grandparents’  home  in  recife.

         brazil  isn’t  the  safest  of  countries  &  marcia  didn’t  want  the  same  dangers  she  experienced  growing  up  for  her  young  daughter  ,  so  around  sofie’s  eighth  birthday  ,  her  &  her  mother  packed  up  and  went  on  a  ‘ trip  ’  to  new  york  city  .  joke’s  on  sofie  ,  though  -  it  wasn’t  actually  a  trip  ,  but  rly  they  were  trying  to  move  there  to  find  sofie’s  father  to  confirm  his  paternity  and  get  sofie  american  citizenship  .  it  was  proving  more  difficult  than  she  thought  ,  &  marcia  was  quickly  running  out  of  money  .  with  a  face  like  hers  ,  though  ,  making  money  wasn’t  too  difficult  ,  but  it  was  time  consuming  .  marcia  found  herself  escorting  older  men  in  order  to  pay  the  bills  ,  all  the  while  leaving  little  sofie  to  fend  for  herself  .  some  of  her  earliest  memories  are  of  strange  men  in  their  tiny  apartment  &  sofie  trying  to  block  out  their  conversations  with  her  lil  cassette  player  hiding  in  the  corner  of  her  room  .  eventually  ,  marcia  was  able  to  contact  the  father  &  they  set  up  a  meeting  .  sofie  had  gotten  her  hopes  up  that  she  would  finally  have  a  dad  (  she  got  dressed  up  in  her  sunday  best  &  everything  bc  reuniting  her  dad  was  a  BIG  deal  ) ,  but  the  meeting  ended  up  being  a  quick  exchange  of  words  ,  a  mouth  swab  and  a  couple  signatures  .  sofie  never  even  learned  his  name  ,  & this  queued  up  a  lifetime  of  daddy  issues  &  distrust  of  men  !!

        while  marcia  was  able  to  stay  in  america  much  longer  than  she  was  legally  supposed  to  ,  eventually  she  was  facing  deportation  ,  which  meant  lil  sofie  ,  with  her  citizenship  finally  confirmed  ,  was  put  into  the  hands  of  her  father  who  sent  off  to  an  american  boarding  school  in  new  york  without  even  contacting  her  .  she  would  spend  the  summers  in  brazil  with  her  mother  or  ,  as  she  got  older  ,  couch - surfing  with  different  friends  throughout  the  months  .  she  started  growing  apart  from  her  mother  as  she  aged  since  she  wasn’t  going  home  every  summer  since  she  didn’t  rly  feel  any  connection  to  brazil  .  her  grandfather  had  passed  away  &  she  only  has  faint  memories  grandmother  ,  plus  the  city  wasn’t  at  all  familiar  to  her  &  she  wasn’t  practicing  her  portuguese  after  her  mother  returned  to  brazil  .

         through  it  all  ,  music  was  proving  to  be  the  one  constant  in  her  life  she  could  use  to  escape  from  reality  .  she  had  never  done  any  training  or  classes  ,  but  she  just  liked  singing  along  to  whatever  was  on  the  radio  & practicing  on  her  own  .  she  also  found  a  passion  for  writing  poetry  which  she  later  would  realize  was  compatible  with  music  .  she  would  spend  HOURS  in  the  school  library  working  on  garage  band  lmfao  bc  she  couldn’t  afford  her  own  laptop  to  produce  music  &  her  dad  sent  just  enough  money  as  he  was  legally  supposed  to  .  but  she  worked  her  lil  tushy  off  &  applied  to  a  music  academy  in  nyc  &  was  rejected  the  first  year  (  DEVASTATING  when  mixed  with  her  impostor  syndrome  &  daddy  issues ) but  she  practiced  more  &  more  &  edned  up  getting  accepted  the  next  year  .  here  ,  she  worked  on  her  vocal  skills  &  music  production  ,  &  started  accumulating  her  own  music  &  selling  songs  to  music  producers  on  the  side  for  some  ca$h  money  .  

          by  the  time  she  was  16  the  state  decided  she  was  old  /  mature  enough  to  live  on  her  own  so  she  got  a  TINY  lil  studio  apartment  in  harlem  where  she’d  grown  up  with  her  mum  &  she  had  friends  who  she’d  grown  up  with  .  while  it  wasn’t  the  safest  neighbourhood  statistically  sofie  felt  safe  &  just  like  one  of  the  neighbourhood  kids  .  it  was  the  first  time  she  genuinely  felt  like  she  belonged .

        she  was  accepted  on  full  scholarship  to  nyu  & majored  in  music  composition  &  vocal  performance  where  she  started  finally  feeling  secure  in  herself  &  released  her  own  music  on  soundcloud  ,  quickly  amassing  a  following  &  becoming  an  ‘ up  &  coming ‘  artist  !!  she  was  contacted  by  a  scooter  braun  type  guy  who  was  interested  in  taking  her  on  under  his  management  so  she  dropped  out  of  uni  in  her  2nd  year  (  bc  tbh  her  grades  in  anything  other  than  her  music  classes  were  v  subpar  )  .  soon  enough  producers  wanted  to  work  with  her  &  she  was  making  enough  that  she  didn’t  have  to  sell  her  songs  which  she  hated  doing  but  had  to  pay  the  bills  u  know  .  oh  &  her  vc  is  billie  eilish  bc  ofc  shes  my  queen  go  stream  when  we  all  fall  asleep  where  do  we  go  on  spotify  u  won’t  be  disappointed  

        she  also  started  getting  into  the  partying  scene  here  yikes  !! it  was  a  method  for  her  to  numb  all  her  pain  from  her  past  &  impostor  syndrome  &  drown  all  that  out  in  pills  or  tequila  .  it  rly  wasn’t  healthy  bc  of  how  she  would  binge  for  a  weekend  then  try  to  stay  sober  throughout  the  week  but  failing  by  about  wednesday when  she  started  to  feel  hollow  .  she  wasn’t  gonna  be  a  one  hit  wonder  &  her  mom  sure   as  hell  didn’t  go  through  all  that  trouble  just  for  sofie  to  be  a  nobody  addict  !! so  she  kept  it  together  enough  to  start  making big  bucks  & well  …….  here  she  is  :~)

personality

        sofie  blames  it  on  her  brazilian  heritage  but  this  bitch  loves  a  party  !!  like  shes  the  one  who  gets  happy drunk  at  the  pre  then  is  the  first  on  the  dance  floor  then  later  falls  out  of  the  club  &  into  some  rando’s  bed !!  in  the  back  of  her  mind  she  knows  her  drug  &  alcohol  use  is  self - destructive  but  she  figures  shes  allowed  to  let  loose  sometimes (  even  if  that  ends  up  being  most  nights  )  ;  rly  she’s  just  in  denial  bc  she  doesn’t  want  to  change  her  ways  &  lose  her  identity  !!

        doesn’t  put  labels  on  her  gender  identity  or  sexual orientation  .  she  finds  them  restrictive  &  useless  for  herself  ,  labels  would  only  be  to  satisfy  others  .  she  doesn’t  see  herself  as  110%  female  either  like  she’s  all about  gender  being  a  social  construct  /  a  spectrum  ;  some  days  she’ll  get  dolled  up  &  wear  heavy  makeup  &  six  inch  heels  ,  some  days  she’ll  walk  around  in  a  bun  &  tracksuit  &  trainers  .  anyone  who  asks  abt  it  will  swiftly  get  2  middle  fingers  in  their  face  !! shes  uncontrollable  i  swear

         puts  up  a  tough  bad - ass  front  like  billie  does aksjdh  like  nah  nothing  can  hurt  me  im  bulletproof  !!  but  is  rly  just  kinda  broken  underneath  .  she  doesn’t  even  let  her  closest  friends  know  how  hurting  she  is  bc  she  doesn’t  wanna  burden  them  .  she  rly  uses  mmusic  as  an  outlet  tho  so  she’ll  act  totally  tough  then   go  to  the  studio  &  record  all  about  her  heartache  .  will  NEVER  let  someone  see  her  cry  no  matter  how  close  she  is  with  them  .  she  rly  sees  it  as  a  sign  of  weakness  &  shes  in  a  much  better  place  than  she  was  5  years  ago  so  she  figures  she’s  not  ALLOWED  to  feel  anything  but  grateful  .  

         this  bitch  overthinks  everything  !! half  the  time  she  isn’t  rly  listenning  to  whoever  bc  she’s  thinking  about  what  they  just  said  &  if  they’re  mad  with  her  .  she’s  that  friend  who  will  ask  u  to  come  over  to  formulate  the  perfect  text  response  &   fuss  over  it  for  hours  .  that  being  said  ,  if  someone  talks  shit  abt  anyone  shes  tight  with  ,  they’re  gonna  get  it  the  next  time   she  sees  them  .  she  isn’t  about  violence  &  would  never  get  into  a  physical  fight  ,  but  she’d  work  behind  the  scenes  to  ruin  their  life  .  but  then  she  pretends  like  she  rly  doesn’t  care  though  its  obvious  to  those  close  to  her  that  she  cares  way  too  much

has  a  very  hard  time  expressing  love  bc  she  didn’t  have  much  practice  w  it  growing  up  .  she  was  on  her  own  most  of  her  young  life  so  even  if  her  mom  would  tell  her   te  amo  she  would  be  like  uh  huh  gtg  bye !!  

tldr ;  poor  bitch  w  abandonment  issues  who  was  able  to  get  out  of  it  by  channeling  her  energy  into  music  &  numbing  the  stress  with  pills  or  alcohol  which  she  def  still overuses  but  she  doesn’t  think its  a  problem  !! yikeroony  !!  loves  partying  & having  a  good  time  ,  puts  up  a  tough  front  but  is  rly  soft  underneath  .

wanted (* = mw)

friends  from  high  school  !! -  people  sof  stayed  with  in  the  summer  bc  she  wasn’t  going  home  to  brazil  .  

friends  from  music  school  !!  -  she  def  felt  like  an  outsider  among  the  music  prodigies  at  this  school  ,  &  maybe  this  person  was  one  of  the  ppl  she  actually  connected  with  . 

come  out  &  play  !!  this  person  acts  as  a  good  influence  to  sofie  .  they’re  level - headed  &  very  grounding  ,  &  sofie  doesn’t  let  it  show  but  they’re  really  important  to  her  .  this  is  the  Softest  billie  song  (  prob  bc  it  was  for  an  ad skdj )  &  they  inspired  it  bc  it’s  how  she  feels  when  shes with  them  .  they  encourage  her  to  be  all  that  she  can  be  &  they  believe  in  her  ,  &  they’re  prob  the  one  person  sofie  trusts  the  most  which  is  SAYING  something  !!

*exes  on  bad  terms  !!  -   ok  this  would  basically  be  based  on  all  the  songs  billie  has  about  a  failed  relationship  /  heartbreak  !! shes  got  a  bunch  .  im  thnking  maybe  she  was  actually  rly  into  them  but  had  a  hard  time  expressing  it  bc  she’s never  been  good  with  emotional  expression  ,  &  it  led  to  the  relationship  feeling ?? unfaithful  /  disconnected  ??  idk  but  she  rly  loved  them  &  is  still  nursing  that  heartbreak  .  (  x  ,  x  ,  x  )

the  paris  to  her  nicole  !!  -  ok  i  f*cking  hate  that  i  said  this  but  she’s  nicole  richie  its  true  !! she  needs  a  messy  gal  pal  exactly  like  how  paris  &  nicole  are  i  stan  them  (  x  ,  x  ,  x  )

roommate  !!  -  bc  of  her  abandonment  issues  she  rly  doesn’t  like  living  alone  so  prob  is  the  roomie  who  will  sleep  in  their  bed  from  time  to  time  bc  she  doesn’t  like  being  totally  alone  .  

*when  the  party’s  over  !!  - these  two have  been  hooking  up  for  a  while  no  strings  attached  but  recently  feelings  have  been  caught  !! &  now  they  still  hook  up  quite  often  but  sofie’s  kinda  harboring  feelings &  pretending  all  is  well  but  she  rly  hopes  they’ll  just  stay  the  night  from  time  to  time  ,  &  gets  secretly  heartbroken  when  she  sees  them  flirting  or  leaving  with  someone  else  . they  can  also  have  feelings  if  u  want  that  angst :~)

fwb  !!  -  sofie  is  pretty  transparent  when  it  comes  to  what  she  wants  &  she’s  got  a  bad  habit  of  replacing  dealing  with  problems  with  getting  laid  !! like  u  know  in  movies  when  the  man  opens  his  wallet  and  a  row  of  like  20  pictures  of  different  women  fall  out  ??  that’s  sof’s  aesthetic  .  she’s  got  a  bunch  of  fwb  of  all  genders  so  bring  me  some  pls

***mutual  dislike  /  copycat  !!  self - explanatory  ,  sofie  thinks  this  person  is  copying  her  in  everything  she  does  &  thinks  its  annoying  af  so  she  wrote  a  song  abt  it  &  hopes  they  indirectly  get  the  message  even  if  she  drops  not  so  subtle  hints  .  skfldjh  itd  be  messy  pls !!

party  buddies  !!  -  someone  who  encourages  sofies  wild  ways  .  when  the  two  get  together  its  usually  to  get  drunk  or  high  &  thats  the  way  they  like  it  .  sofie  doesn’t  feel  judged  by  them  as  she  does  by  others  who  don’t  get  obliterated  at  every  social  event  (  what  an  idea  !!  )  so  she  rly  values  them  ,  even  if  she  doesn’t  express  it

 ** 8 !! - someone  who  kinda  reluctantly  got  into  a  relationship  with  sofie  out  of  maybe  a  desire  to  save  her  from  herself  ??  like  u  know  that  good  girl  bad  boy  trope  where  the  girl  tries  to  save  the  boy  from  whatever  he’s  struggling  with  ?  that’s  them  but  the  roles  are  just  reversed  -  good  guy  ,  bad  girl  .  it  was  kinda  just  filled  w  her  being  self - destructive  &  confiding  in  him  but  not  rly  reciprocating  the  care  so  he  became  kinda  distant  bc  of  it  .  tbh  she  prob  knew  he  was  too  good  for  her  but  had  a sliver  of  hope  he  wouldn’t  leave  her  even  tho  eventually  she  became  too  much  for  him  .  (  lyrics : you said, "don't treat me badly", but you said it so sadly, so I did the best I could, not thinkin' you would have left me gladly. i know you're not sorry, why should you be? 'cause who am I to be in love, when your love never is for me?” )

good influence  !! this  person  can  tell  that  her  beahvior  is  unhealthy  &  are  trying  to  gently  nudge  her  abt  it  .  she  can  tell  what  they’re  doing  but  her  addict  brain  is  telling  her  its  invasive  &  threatening  so  shes  not  the  fondest  of  this  person  ,  but  deep  down  she  really  appreciates  them

music buddies !! these  two  are  both  in  the  music  industry  &  rather  than  it  being  competitive  ,  they’ve  developed  a  friendship  from  it  & enjoy  working  together  .  

* someone  sofie  ghostwrites  for  !! for  whatever  reason  ,  this  muse  doesn’t  write  their  own  songs  & instead  pays  sofie  to  write  them  for  them  .  she  doesn’t  love  it  but  its  a  way  to  make  money  &  give  away  songs  she  doesn’t  feel  attached  to  but  are  worth  something  .  maybe  its  tense  bc  they  claim  the  songs  as  their  own  &  sofie  doesn’t  like  it  ,  this  could  be  ~escandolo~  later  !!

*** my boy ( high school bf ) !! - ok  tea  this  song  is  the  one  that  broke  her  into  the  industry  .  she  produced  it  all  herself  &  just  relased  it  to  her  soundcloud  thinking  it  wouldn’t  rly  go  anyway  but  !!  joke’s  on  yung sofie  .  essentially  he  thought  the  relationship  was  going  well  ,  she’d  met  his  family  &  they  rly  liked  her  but  !! sof  was  feeling  kinda  smothered  &  told  herself  he  was  lying &  cheating  on  her  n  shit  so  she  wrote  a  song  about  it  !! &  once  it  was  starting  to  get  attention  he  was  like  ….. uhhh  what  the  fuck  & she  was  like  haha  sorry  !! so  they  broke  up  &  ever  since  its  been  animosity ,  but  she  realizes  she  fucked  up  but  it  launched  her  career  so  she  doesn’t  know  whether  to  keep  up  the  idgaf  i  hurt  you  or  apologize  .  

* ex - friends  !!  ok  pls  i  have  this  hc  where  sofie  got  way  too  high  one  night  &  slept  with  this  person’s  dad  or  sibling  or  smth !!  u  know  that  line  in  ‘ bad guy ’  where  she  goes  ‘ might  seduce  your  dad  type  ? ’  ya  that’s  got  sofie  written  ALL  over  it  !!   &  now  they’re  not  friends  bc  sofie  can’t  keep  it  in  her  pants  but  both  sides  kinda  misses  the  other  but  are  too  stubborn  to  say  anything  :~(

exes from college / high school  !!  - ok honestly i just love all the exes plots . gimme someone who like maybe they were hooking up & decided to give it a shot dating & it worked for a while but ultimately fell apart bc of sof’s inability to open up. maybe theres still tension or maybe theyre friends now !!

* lovely  !!  -  i  need  a  male  voice  for  khalid’s  part  in  lovely  bc  i  need  this  song  in  my  life  bc  its  a  whole  ass   sofie  mood  ok  .  

i’ve  also  got  a  wanted  connections  tag  linked  HERE  dksfj there's  not  much  in  it  yet  but  feel  free  to  check  it  out  .  ok  i  love  y'all  

[blissfully-queen]

Myrika, Queen Of Our Hearts ❤️

pink = dena

purple = janhe

Hi Myrika! I know you’ve been having a bit of a hard time lately and so I wanted to do something to cheer you up so I messaged J and asked her if we could collaborate on a project for you to show you how much we love and care about you. She of course said yes cause she’s a sweetie and loves you so much too!!! ❤️ We are so lucky to have someone as amazing as you as our best friend. You are an amazing, beautiful person who deserves the world and every good and pure thing in it. I hope one day I get the honor and joy of meeting you. I’m gonna give you the biggest hug I can and I’ll make sure to bring you Chick-Fil-A cause that place awesome and you’ll love it!! You’ll love it almost as much as I love you (; And this is J now! Dena called me a sweetie and she’s so lovely for asking me to do this for you. You really have good taste in friends, sis! And she told me you were in a rough time right now and she wanted to cheer you up! And I was like hECK YES. Because you deserve it, sis! You are a wonderful person who deserves every good thing in the world. I want to meet you someday so much and be able to give you a big hug. I love you so, so, so much. Thank you for making me laugh and smile. I appreciate you a lot. I’m gonna stop because I won’t have anything to say in the next part of this project lmao. Good luck with your ships, I’m sending you one in a bit and I probably had sent it already by the time you read this. Love you!

hi bby you cute thing you!! j and i wanted to do this for you to remind you of just how much we love and appreciate you. you are the most amazing friend i’ve ever had in my life and i can’t believe it’s been almost 2 years i’ve known you. i’m so jealous and sad i haven’t known you for longer but i’m so, so, so happy i met you because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. you’ve been there through me through everything. making me feel safe when stuff was happening with my dad, boy problems, scary lab results, hospitals visits, anxiety attacks, boosting my confidence when i hated myself, and so much more. i still remember that one time i went to the er for chest pains in the middle of the night and you stayed up the whole time calming me down and checking in on me and didn’t go to bed until you knew i was safe and was on my way home. thank you for being there for me through the big and little problems. thank you for always being there listen and give me advice even if we know our advice to each other is so terrible. (lmho queens of bad decisions) you are the sweetest, most considerate person i know. you always try to make sure i’m okay even when you’re not. you are such a beautiful soul and i love you so freaking much.

things i love about you and being best friends with you:

~ you are so sweet

~ you’re funny and always make me laugh even when i’m in the worst of moods

~ you’re caring and supportive and loving and just have a big heart

~ you have this really beautiful and calming presence and i knew it and felt it from the second i met you

~ you always listen to my problems (mentor myrika ayyyyy)

~ your sass kills me but i love it sjsjsjsjjsjsjsjs you the sass quEEN

~ you’re creative and sis you’re such an amazing writer like wow one of these days you’re actually gonna kill me with feels i stg but like pop off girl you gonna replace jk rowling one day

~ you love vine just as much as i do if not more

~ d i s n e y & greenhouse academy

~ your taste in music is amazing and i love like every song you recommend me

~ our strange humor and the fact we can be so stupid and weird and not care

~ we rage over video games together

~ chicken nuggets

~ when i’ll bring someone up to you and you’re like “... who?” and like it makes me laugh every time

~ us roasting aiden, jon and travis

~ you were always the queen of ttr fashion shows like hello? a legend in the fashion show world wow

~ us being so confused and making fun of each others countries sjsjsjjssj

girl you’re the most amazing person i know and i have no idea what i’d do without you. you are my sunshine. you cheer me up and make me happy when i’m having a rough time. i love you. thank you for everything you’ve done for me over these past 2 years. you have no idea how much you mean to me. you’re the best. you’re loved, you’re wanted, you’re gorgeous inside and out, you’re gonna have an amazing future and do amazing things. i’m so proud of you and the person you are. i’ve seen you blossom so much and it’s amazing. i hope you’re always in my life and we stay best friends and have our own island one day and are roommates (and they were ROOMATES). i love you my wife, my life. you’re my chicken, my chica, my sister, my mentor, my cohort/partner in crime, my ride or die, my best friend.

j’s part:

Okay sis, I’m sending you Roger Taylor pics while I write you this so if I stop sending them, it’s because of this. And now I stopped bc it’s another day and it will probably look out of context so I’m sorry. And you know my english isn’t perfect and you aren’t here to edit this okay, so I maybe ask Dena to help me correcting this sorry. Dena asked me if I wanted to join to this idea of hers to remind you of the wonderful human being you are. She said you talked to her about me wHAT DID YOU SAY HFIEUHF sorry. And of course I agreed, how couldn’t I? I just wanna tell you how grateful I am because I can consider you my friend, probably my closest friend even! I never had an internet friend before, like ever. I had talked to some people before, but it never lasted. Our friendship did, thank God it did. Because you are a beautiful person, and I mean it. You are always there for me. You don’t know how many times I came from a bad day to my room, feeling like shit, until you would tell me: “Wanna write something tonight?”. I swear my face would light up! And those writing sessions always made me feel better. I felt happy again. You helped me to get through a lot, and maybe you didn’t even realise! And we’ve been friends for what? Three months? And I already feel like you’re one of my closest friends, including my irl friends! Because you deserve it, you are great. I can’t even express myself in how much I love you, how much I enjoy talking to you, how many times you made me laugh even if you couldn’t see it. I know that here on the internet, when somebody says “I love you” or “You are beautiful” you could feel like they don’t mean it actually. But I really do, I need you to know that. You are a beautiful person, who’s full of life and came to make my life a little bit brighter. Lmao I sounded so poetic there, are you proud of me? I’m so excited to be your friend and see where does this friendship takes us. And I hope we last a lot of time being friends! (wE WON’T IF YOU KEEP EXPOSING MY IRONICAL FICS ON TUMBLR OK jk I loved you exposing me <33). I really hope you know how much you are loved. You are a great girl who deserves the world and I can’t wait for us to meet each other everyday a little more. I’m so happy you found me, I’ve been blessed with your friendship. And don’t forget how good of a friend you are, how much of a great person you are, and how beautiful you are. Please don’t forget it. I love you with all my heart. PS: btw, I sounded pretty emotional a few times but I’m listening to Foreign Sand by Roger while writing this like can you blame me? (listen to it if you haven’t yet).

My list of my fav things about you, myr <333

~ Your sense of humor

~ It’s a cliché but we botH LOVE QUEEN you don’t understand how much that means to me. I can tell you how much I need a roger taylor without feeling embarrassed.

~ The fact that Misfire comes up to every conversation of ours at least once.

~ You’re such a funny person liKE I CAN’T HANDLE IT

~ The fact that you love my fics like how can you like that rubbish.

~ You always support me on writing.

~ The fact that we both agree on that Man On Fire’s video is a threat to humanity.

~ The fact that we both agree on “Deacy”.

~ You being so supportive with me in a lot of senses, not only the writing thing

~ The fact that even if we are miles away from each other and in two extremes of the world (wTF), you still get to make me smile.

~ I LAUGH EVERY TIME I TALK TO YOU IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY.

~ We are both sad potatoes and we can relate on each other in a lot of things.

~ You’re so kind, so nice, so compassionate. Maybe too nice. And I love you for that.

~ The fact that we had each other to scream over Rami’s winning on the Oscars like really thank God I could scream with you.

~ The fact that yOU WROTE ME A FIC WITH ROGER YOU TOOK YOUR TIME TO MAKE ME A GOOD PRESENT it’s the cutest thing someone ever gave me for my birthday, even if you didn’t have to. I read it all the time!

~ You say “I love you” a lot to me. It makes me smile every time.

I love you, you’re loved, by Dena, by me. You’re a lucky girl for having us as friends. I love you so much, you better smile at least once today, because I don’t doubt your smile must be so beautiful. And I’m so lucky for getting to know you as well <3

WE LOVE YOU,

Dena & Janhe

[zukadiary]

Hustle Mates ~ Cosmos Troupe 2018

I know I'm here so often it's hardly special anymore… but this trip had the distinction of being my first VACATION in Japan in 5 years. I'd forgotten what mornings look like in this country (and as I'm now back at work for the remaining few days, I already miss them).

It also had the distinction of being Kazuki Sora's first lead. Of my standout favorites in my life thus far as a Takarazuka fan, Sora is the only one who, by some witch magic, grabbed me when she was a tiny child—before I ever set foot in a theater here, before she even got a shinko lead. After growing quite used to following her around the edges of the stage with my opera glasses and mentally cursing camera operators for not panning two inches to the left to get more than a sliver of her arm in some great dance scene, this year brought first an absolute dream role in Anita, followed by the center spotlight that I honestly wasn't convinced she'd ever get. It's been vindicating seeing her immense talents displayed so prominently, and deeply moving in ways utterly different from any of the other cyclones of emotion Takarazuka fandom has thrown upon me. A very non-Soragumi friend had a chance to see the show, and I felt nervous and wary like I was taking an acquaintance to my own child's recital (someone please tell me when I got old enough to experience THAT feeling). And much like a mom, I plan to throw out any attempt at objectivity and rave about my girl until you don't want to listen anymore.

Hustle Mates was primarily a collection of songs and dances from Soragumi history, with a few non-Takarazuka songs, MC sections, and mini skits thrown in. It's a tiny cast of 16, so if you like anyone in it you have a good chance of seeing her featured. Long-time Soragumi fans will likely find it very fun and nostalgic regardless. Sora leading a show about the history of Soragumi which contains a great number of songs with the word sora in them made it kind of sound like she was singing about herself for two hours, which greatly amused me (and apparently tickled Ishida-sensei too).

Act 1 opens with two original songs—the very upbeat Hustle Mates theme, and then more of a ballad (also with ample use of the word SORA)—followed by a selection of songs from some of the most well-known Soragumi musicals: Copacabana, Phantom, Top Hat, Singin' in the Rain, and an Elisabeth medley, which despite the general overuse of Elisabeth songs was still my favorite. Watashi Dake Ni was a group musumeyaku number, Mikaze Maira got to unleash her very impressive pipes on that last note. Saigo no Dance also started as a group otokoyaku number. Moeko entered partway through for a solo line, and I know she has the shinko Tod experience under her, but since I've never seen that, it was maybe the most surprising and powerful few seconds of Moeko I've ever witnessed. Then Sora came in to finish the song, and in some alternate universe where she's in a different class and tall enough to be a top star I'd sell both of my kidneys to see her Elisabeth every single day of the run. Sora solo Kitsch came next and was likewise flawless, so I guess I'll be satisfied with keeping my kidneys if they finally air that dang shinko in the next couple of months while Tsukigumi is playing.

Then we have a skit… I'm a bit fuzzy on exactly what went on in it, but I suspect I might be looking for sense where there was none. Setohana Mari enters dressed like a dominatrix, loudly cracking whip and all, with two other musumeyaku guards of Partial Time Prison. They do a roll call of past Soragumi characters who come out one by one and make meta jokes about themselves (discussing their offenses?) while the three guards smack them around. Sora is brought out last, as Lucheni, and gives a long speech, the punchline of which is he's on the path to reform thanks to his new life selling green juice mix in what is probably a pyramid scheme. Each performance she ad-libbed Louis and Marie Antoinette off the stage.

Moeko and Mineri who were playing Jose and Carmen in prison stick around to sing Temptation (GREAT song, I wanted a little more from these two) while the underclassmen get ready to sing Amapola a cappella conducted by Homare Seri. This was QUITE impressive, and I love it when they use Bow to give underclassmen little challenges like this. Act 1 ends with a medley of the Soragumi revue songs that got the most votes in the internet poll they ran a few months ago. They aren't listed individually in the program and I'm probably missing something, but off the top of my head I remember Millennium Challenger, Dancing For You, Funky Sunshine, Nice Guy, Phoenix Takarazuka, and Hot Eyes. Sora singing Funky Sunshine (SO—RA— POWER) was HIGHLY satisfying. They finish on Asu e no Energy, which still made me cry even though I JUST saw Citrus Breeze… but put my kid in the center of a song that always makes me cry anyway and I guess that's what you get.

Act 2 was less nostalgic and more interesting to me, probably because Sora's dance scenes multiplied significantly. They opened with a nihonmono medley, beginning with a Soran dance which I LOVED (the one from Viva Festa always gets me hyped too). Sora entered Takarazuka with a background in hip hop dance which I think always gives her movements a particular dynamic energy and a sharpness that sets her apart even from the other great Takarazuka dancers, but it stood out to me even more than usual in the Soran scene, probably in contrast to the traditional Japanese garb. I REALLY LOVED IT (even if I can imagine nichibu purists cringing). During my first two viewings of the show I was mostly overwhelmed and ecstatic that Sora had gotten a lead at all, but the last one, particularly in the Soran scene for whatever reason, it hit me HARD how much she's grown and how commanding and enthralling she is on stage.

After we spend a bit more time reliving Soragumi's very brief nihonmono history through song, there's a "rain corner" featuring a folk song that I rather like and a skit that made me feel COMPLEX THINGS. Mappu (Matsukaze Akira) plays some kind of rain god/wizard/???, in a whimsically decorated raincoat with two cute little ghosts hanging off her umbrella. Sora enters playing a guy out for a walk in the park in the rain where he meets a girl (Mineri) who lets him share her umbrella, and when the rain stops she asks him what he's doing in the park in the rain without one. BEAR WITH ME HERE: he explains he felt like coming to visit the spot where his dog Liza died, on a rainy day just like this one, after running away from their car (side note, I hope they named the dog Liza because Mineri's name is a play on Minelli?? Is it even?? There's a good ochakai question 6 days too late). He reminisces about all the tricks Liza could do, and Mineri imitates them. He shows her a picture of Liza, and surprisingly they're wearing the same dress?! It becomes evident that Mineri is actually the human form spirit of Sora's late pet, granted a few precious moments on earth by Rain Wizard Mappu to talk to her former owner, thank him, and say goodbye… she disappears with Mappu before Sora fully figures it out. HERE'S THE THING: As WTF?? as this entire concept is, Sora's acting was so damn heartbreaking I TEARED UP on the THIRD VIEWING even though I TOTALLY KNEW WHAT TO EXPECT?? I'm GENUINELY ANGRY that she took THIS SKIT and managed to MAKE ME CRY, and now I'm also praying to all the gods that this isn't her last lead, because I NEED to see her in a proper play with a proper partner. Where do I sacrifice the goats?

Next the whole team sings a song from Never Say Goodbye, leading up to Sora coming out for a solo barefoot dance, custom engineered to wound me as gravely as possible. Setohana Mari follows this up with an attempt at If I Were a Bell from Guys & Dolls, with brilliant all-in drunk acting but barely recognizable English (A for effort given the speed of the song though).

AND THEN

Okay. There's a rare special thing that I've now had the… fortune? I guess? of experiencing twice, that I hope you all get to experience someday, not because it's good or fun but just because it's An Experience. Sometimes there are secret little treats hidden in Takarazuka shows just for the foreigners. They're secret because I am pretty sure the directors have no idea what treats they are. And sometimes, through a combination of luck and the kindest friends, you make it to your first viewing with no spoilers, and a song starts playing that you recognize within half a note, and you begin having an experience so separate from every other person in the theater you feel as though you might as well be floating above the audience with all their disapproving gazes drilling into you, wondering what the heck you're doing up there when clearly the place for you is down here. The first time was when I waltzed unassuming into HOT EYES!! in an era when my feelings re: Soragumi were "I guess I have to watch them if I want to see Sora," and in my heart-pounding state of shock brought about by the first however many scenes Eye of the Tiger began to play, and out came involuntarily a VERY noticeable raspberry spit of quickly stifled laughter (before Makaze's everything shut me right the heck up).

The second was when amidst the polite applause following Secchan's Ding Dong Ding, the curtain rose on the remainder of the cast beginning a fiercely literal staging of the entirety of Bohemian Rhapsody in English. There are so many things to unpack:

Mikaze Maira, playing a literal mother, opens the number by emotionally reading a literal letter from her literal son who has literally gone off to war

The others, with Sora in the center, are playing soldiers armed with sizable rifles, portraying the horrors of war via aggressive interpretive dance

Sora's English, while certainly not flawless, was SO PASSABLE, especially when compared to a) history in general and b) specifically Can't Take My Eyes Off of You from 2 years ago, I was FULLY SHOOK

Her dancing and acting in this number were SO FRIGGIN GOOD I could DIE

The performance overall was SO PASSIONATELY ACTED and thus SO DISTRESSING that people in the audience were CRYING from BEING MOVED to the point where later in the run they BEGAN SNIFFLING BEFORE THE NUMBER EVEN STARTED

It forced me for the first time in my life to sit down and hella contemplate the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody, the conclusion of which was a) yeah that sure was a 500% valid interpretation of the lyrics and b) there is absolutely no way I could ever begin to explain to a Japanese person why in my culture it's a FUNNY SONG

I was EXTRA TICKLED that Kotti, who can't speak above a whisper off stage, was the one who got to run up onto a box and scream SO YOU THINK YOU CAN STONE ME AND SPIT IN MY EYE

Every viewing my body shook so hard from the effort it took to keep myself from making any sort of noise I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in my row could feel the tremors and I am honestly still tired just thinking about it

If this is cut I’m making a GoFundMe for the rights. Everyone start saving now please.

As a palate cleanser, Mineri sings a pop ballad in a gorgeous gown before the proper kuroenbi to Ai, which is a song that has a lot of nostalgic value for me personally, making it a very emotional backdrop to Sora leading an otokoyaku dance with the top star sparkles on her tailcoat and hitting that final pose with a heart-shattering bang. They reprise the two original theme songs for the parade, and that's Hustle Mates.

Additional notes from my particular viewings: I had a lucky aisle seat where Hanaki Maia, who I'm pretty obsessed with, serenaded me, and Mappu gave me a great smile and a little hand squeeze in lieu of a high five. I am completely charmed by Kotti, she's like a Great Dane that grew up and still thinks it's a lap dog—striking otokoyaku on the outside and a sweet shy earnest inside that hasn't quite caught up yet. Senshuuraku should be the day that shows up on Sky Stage eventually, but in the Partial Time Prison scene Homare Seri (playing Rhett Butler) started a really awkward slow clap with the audience in an attempt to ad lib, then had no idea where she wanted to go with it so she just gave SoraLucheni a big hug, and Moeko got flustered, decided that was enough, and cut off everyone’s laughter and applause by stepping in front of the action and saying her next line as loudly as possible.

My raku seat was close range, and after watching Sora’s perfectly calculated facial expressions, and the tiny backlit beads of sweat flying off her brow as she danced her heart out in HER SHOW, I'd sit in lava for her I love her so deeply.

[iammarylastar]

Hi guys! Here’s my new fanfic, “Hope” sequel of “Morning Cup”. Enjoy!

1. Back from the dead.

I’m dead. The second I opened my eyes, I knew I was dead. My first thought was for Angie. The second was for my brothers. All dead like me I assumed. Glancing around me once the blur has left my eyes, I remember thinking that Heaven really looked Japanese styled.

Wood frame ceiling, thin walls made of paper, through which the light can pass, braided straw-covered floor, like tatamis, a single flat square cushion next to me. No furniture. I’m lying on my back on some sort of thin mattress, directly set on the floor.

My body is hard as stone, I’m totally unable to move. I’m dead, so it makes sense, though I would have assumed that it would have felt more… light and free. I may be in Heaven but all my body hurts like hell. What’s sure is I’m seriously wasted.

The door carefully slides to the side, a woman, some kind of Geisha pads silently towards me and kneels next to where I lay. I didn’t know Heaven had nurses. She’s quickly followed by a grumpy-looking doc, wrapped in a kimono instead of a white coat, his face as closed of as a stone.

Heaven’s medical staff aren’t very friendly. The Geisha is expressionless too but her glance at me is nice and warm. She wets a cloth in some water filled bowl laying there and starts to gently pat my face, which feels delicious. I feel as dry as the desert, my skin rough, thin as cigarette paper, my lips cracked and bleeding.

Life creeps back through my system as she squeezes the cloth over my mouth. Water.

How funny it is. The water that killed me is bringing me back to life.

Wait. Life? Am I actually alive?

The woman wets the cloth again and attacks my torso. I startle at the coolness of the water running down my sides and she glances at me before focusing back on her task.

She softly whispers something I can’t understand. Heaven’s official language sounds like Japanese.

Holy shit.

I’ve fallen into the hands of the enemy. I’m not dead but I suddenly wish I was.

As I realize this, the female Yakuza starts to torture my chest, no doubt they want me to spit out some classified information.

An dreadful burn tears up my chest, like I’m branded, stabbed by a red hot iron that slowly dissolves my flesh.

I try to sit up but the sharpest pain comes from my back, my left leg howls as well. My arms yell from pain and get weak, barely able to support me. They give up and I fall heavily on my back, sending another wave of fire in my lower back. What the hell?

“ Jitto shite!” The doc barks, before he sharply gives orders  and vanishes, leaving me alone with my torturer.

I’m half paralyzed, skinned alive, defenceless before that monstrous punisher… who … shyly flats her delicate hand on my shoulder, soothing me with Japanese gibberish.

Seeing the panick on my face, she cups my cheek and for once stares fiercely at me.

“Remain still. It’s alright.”

Her voice is soft, her English hesitant, her accent… exotic.

“Where am I? What happened? Who are you?” I have so many questions: why the fuck am I unable to move? What’s that pain, those pains all over my body? How did they find me? Where is Angie?

“ You hurt. Bad leg. Back broken. Cuts infected. Got fever.”

Damn that doesn’t sound good.

“ I’m Mikomi. Japanese for hope. I’ll help you.”

She resumes patting my face with the cloth then supports my neck and brings a cup of water to my mouth. It hurts like hell but it feels so good at the same time. I drop my head back to the pillow, exhausted by just taking few sips.

“I’m Cup. Thank you.”

“ You Gaijin.” She rolls her eyes, trying to figure out how to translate it. “ Alien.”

“Yeah, I feel totally like an alien.” I chuckle.

As Mikomi goes on cleaning up my wounds, humming whatever Japanese song and I surrender to the pain and the exhaustion and quickly drift into a deep, solid sleep.

****

I get used to my daily routine, Mikomi proves to be an excellent nurse.

Each day, she expertly massages my legs, stretches and moves them, applies some plaster of whatever mud on my scars, and checks on the stitches she made. She even pins what seems like needles everywhere on my skin, which really calms both my nerves and my pain.

What I can’t get used to is that fucking weakness that keeps me bedridden.

My leg is broken and secured in a sort of bamboo splint, which she removes then ties again between treatments.

My abdomen and chest are ruins, a mix of cuts and burns from both the crash and my journey in the ocean. Through the saltwater kept me from infections, it affected the wound healing by literally eating my flesh and skin, moreover, I’m severely sunburned.

But the worst is my back. It might be broken as well but there’s no hospital nor X Rays here. What’s certain is that it hurts like hell each time I try the slightest move or cough. I’m so lucky my spinal cord is fine, no paralysis just a few sensitivity issues.

Mikomi has always been sweet and patient with me. She has never complained when she had to clean… my mess. I hate being as impotent as a sick old man and unable to relieve myself in the appropriate place. But she always appears when I need her and vanishes as fast as a ghost when I need some privacy. And never makes me feel like shit when she washes me like I’m a baby or carefully turns me on my side. Yeah I even can’t roll on my sides by myself.

She also has been a quite good teacher and I ’ve been a lame student. I got bored to just wait for her to have the job done. All I was able to do was to stare at her and her hands taking care of me, which made her uncomfortable.

At first, I just hissed in pain, biting my lips or grunting low when she unwillingly hurt me, she always answered by looking down and whispering apologizes. “Gomen nasai.” was my first Japanese lesson. No need to be sorry, you’re just saving me. Arigato Mikomi . Gratitude.

Slowly, I tried to talk to her. Asking about basic words, various items surrounding us. I really tried my best to repeat her words but I failed miserably, eliciting discreet smirks from her.

Japan is the country of manners and courtesy, every attitude and behaviour is strictly codified, as tight as their kimonos.

Laughing at someone is strictly forbidden. Touching someone you’re not married to, speaking with someone you don’t know, and a shitload of other things are strictly forbidden. Basically, as a Gaijin, I am the main source of prohibition. It seems, though, as an injured man, I’m tolerated and as my personal nurse, Mikomi is allowed to spend time with me.

I quickly start to enjoy the time we spend together. I needed to talk to someone and Mikomi is the easiest person to talk to. Mostly because Japanese never would cut you off or make you understand you’re boring as fuck.

I’ve made little progress in Japanese but I’ve helped her to improve her English.

I manage to make her laugh, tricking her as much as I could, struggling with those fucking chopsticks -sorry the sacred hashi -, making unforgivable mistakes with the food.

That day I was finally able to sit up on the futon, I was taught the right and only way to use hashi . There are billion of rules to use them correctly, rules to hold the bowl, rules to pick up the food, rules to drink the soup. I broke all the rules the first time I ate all by myself, and ended up with noddles stuck on my chin, which had my so serious teacher in tears. I think past 8 years old, Japanese stop laughing, so it has been a decade that she hasn’t laugh.

She’s beautiful with that smile lightening her face. She’s beautiful when she sings for me, distracting me from the pain while nursing me. She’s so cute trying to repeat new English word. She’s so cute hiding her smirk behind her delicate fingers each time I joke with her. She’s so patient repeating over and over the same Japanese words that I keep mispronouncing. She’s so patient, listening again and again my rant about Angie, my love, my wife, my baby, all I lost in the crash. My whole life ruined in a blink of an eye.

She’s so cold, her Japanese impassible mask taped on her face, when her dad watches over us. She’s so warm when she lays her eyes on me, when she strokes the side of my head, as I cry for my lost love, as I dive so deep into desperation and pain.

Mikomi slowly becomes my everything.

It’s been more than two months since I’m stuck in that room. More than two months that I haven’t seen the sunshine. Mikomi has been my daily sunshine.

Today has started particularly bad. The nightmares that have haunted me from the beginning trended to decrease as time passes. But not tonight. Once again, Angie and I were walking in the meadow, our hands tightly intertwined, our happiness palpable, indestructible. And once again, she was slowly vanishing, becoming transparent to my sight, inconsistent to my touch. All my screams were in vain, the more I called her name, the more I begged her to stay with me, the more she turned into dust, until the slightest piece of her was blown away by the wind.

I woke up in sweat, in tears, that unsustainable pain tearing my heart apart. Mikomi was already by my side, shushing me, while my hand crushed her tiny fingers.

“Angie, no!”

It’s early in the morning, a shy light pierces through the paper walls, hitting her long, black, straight hair. It’s not tied in a complex and strict topknot, but simply cascading around her face.

Oh my sweet Angel, take me with you. I’m too exhausted. I can’t move. I can’t walk. How could I come back to you?

“Angie…” my hand cups her cheek, I’d give anything to feel her lips on mine. I’m so down. Man down. It’s over.

“Morning Cup!” Angie’s voice caresses my ears, making me startle.

Jesus, I just realize my memories of Angie are fading away, her sweet and delicate features changing into Mikomi’s.

No, no, no, it can’t happen. I can’t let this happen. I have to go, I have to fight for her, I spent my whole life  fighting for her, I won’t stop now.

“ I’m sorry I have to go” I sit up, hissing from pain.

“Don’t move.” She gently pushes me back on the futon.

“Ika sete! ” Let me go! I yelled. I yank at her furiously, I don’t know where this rage comes from but I feel like I can walk on the water, if Angie stands the other side.

She falls back on her butt, her long hair curtaining before her face, her kimono opens on her bare thighs.

God, stay away from me, I’m out of control.

I have to get up on my feet and run. Run back to my love. Run away from those feelings I can’t let in.

I roll to my belly and try to sit up on all four. My back is instantly stabbed by thousands swords and I bite back a grunt. Fuck it, I’ll make it, I’ll stand up, come what may.

I grab what can be called a nightstand and lean over it, trying to lift my ass up to put my good foot on the floor.

Mikomi comes behind me and tries to stop me. “Not now. You’re not ready.”

I don’t give a shit about her advice, I need to stand up, I’m going to.

I grab her shoulder and lift myself up. My back roars in pain, fuck, I grit my teeth harder and manage to straighten my leg. Half up, half bowed down, crushing my weight on Mikomi, with all the force I can gather, I stand up, back on my feet for the first time in months.

I scream under the effort and the agony of all my muscles and spine, before bursting into laughter, the endorphins flooding into my system. I’m turning hysterical, mad with pain, crazy with joy. I made it. Angie I made it for you!

I clumsily turn to face her, she should be so proud of me, I want to see her joy shining in her eyes, I need to hear her voice congratulating me, I crave to kiss her lips, the ultimate payoff to all my effort and pain.

I cup her cheek, my thumb running along her full lips and look up at her. Her almond shaped eyes are dark, terrified. Mikomi.

What the fuck?

Losing balance, I lean on my broken leg, a shot of pure pain explodes through my knee. A bright flash blinds me as the pain devours my back. My good leg gives up and I heavily crash down, atomized by a new, fresh, powerful wave of pain. I hear Mikomi screaming in the distance as I puke out sour bile coming from my stomach.

I may have passed out for a while. All I know is that I’m crying. I’m weeping from agony and desperation. I want to vanish in a pool of tears, I want to stop thinking. It hurts too much to fight for you Angie, I just can’t anymore. I’ve tried and I failed.

Mikomi is rocking me lightly, my head in her lap, her fingers running through my hair and stroking my face. She’s singing that song, the one that soothes me. She’s crying with me, she’s crying for me. And it’s slowly killing me.

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Prince Harry (part 2)

Part 1: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/168129211274/prince-harry-in-which-yn-is-the-princess-of

In which Y/N is the Princess of Scotland and Harry is the Prince of England. They have both been engaged to marry ever since they were young, as part of an alliance between both countries. But prince Harry might now be as welcoming to the idea of marriage. When danger strikes Y/N must go to England, and be with Harry. The weight of two kingdoms are on Y/N and Harrys shoulders.

 (I just started watching this show called Reign, so this story is kind of based off that. I would recommend watching it!!)

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You could see the castle in the distance from the carriage and suddenly waves of nerves overtook your body. You couldn’t believe you were back here in England after all these years. At one point it was considered your second home, but that was so long ago you’ve almost forgotten. Your hand scanned over your long red gown for the hundredths time to try and settle your nerves, but it was no use.

“Now now princess Y/N, you don’t won’t to cause wrinkles in your gown now would you?” One of your servants scolded you, while fixing your hair.. You quickly put your hands down on your Lap and stopped fidgeting.

“You’re right, it’s a bad habit.” You said and turned your head to the  carriages window

You could hear the trumpets playing upon your arrival, as the cheers started to get louder. This was it you though to yourself. A new kingdom, New people, a new home. You understood this was your duty to your country, but it doesn’t make it any less hard. But when you thought of your mother and what she has to go through, you knew you had to do this.

“Princess Y/N, we are here are you ready madam?” One of your guard told you as you suddenly felt the carriage come to a halt.

You turned to him and nodded. He quickly got out of the carriage to the other side and was waiting for you to leave the carriage. You stood there for a moment taking it all in befor, you had to go out. You’ve done this countless of times, arriving at the royal palace. But now it wasn’t to play games and have fun, it was business.

A servants grabbed the back of your gown to make sure you wouldn’t trip. You straightened your back and held your head tall just like you should be.. You took a deep breathe and finally opened the carriage door.

The sound of people cheering ringed in your ears

The bright sun blinded your vision for a moment, but a guard took your hand to help you down the carriage steps.. Once your  eyes adjusted to your surroundings, you couldn’t believe how many people were on the palace lawn waiting for your arrival.

Nobels and commoners were all standing on the left and right side of the long path that took you to the castle doors. You waved back and smiled at the people who called out to you, to be kind. Three of you guards walked beside you to make sure no one got too close.

Kids were cheering and throwing small gifts at your feet, and you Gave them a kind smile to show your gratitude. You turned to the  left side of people when you saw out of the corner of your eye something coming towards you. The guards quickly put up their swords on instinct.

But when you saw that it was just a little girl, you stopped the guards.

“Weapons down. It’s just a child.” You squatted down at the little  girl with rosey cheeks and dark black hair. She  was holding a sunflower in her hands.

“For you Princess Y/N. A flower to compliment your beauty.” Her little hands placed the flower in yours and bowed to you, and you smiled.

“Thank you so much, I love it. What is your name?” You asked her.

“My name is Stella, well Ella for short.” She told you.

“Ella is a pretty name for a pretty young girl. Thank you for your kind gesture, it won’t be forgotten.” You complimented her and her face broke out into a grin. You stood up from squatting and saw a distress lady coming forward who resembled Ella.

“I’m so sorry my princess, I tried to tell her she shouldn’t intrude, but she wouldn’t listen.” She bowed after taking her daughters hand in hers.

“It’s alright mam, your daughter is too kind.” You told her and she too broke out in a grin.

“Thank you, your highness.” She bowed to you again and you nodded at her. Before the guards escorted them back to their place.

Suddenly the guards stopped surrounding me, but formed a line with you in the middle. Before you could question what was happening the trumpets changed songs, and everyone turned from you to the castle.

You saw English guards flow out of the palace and started walking down the path to you. The crowd started to roar even louder, when The Queen and King set forth down the path as well.

They looked like they were floating, they walked so Effortlessly. The Queen was wearing a blue and gold dress that fell beautifully on her shoulders. Her crown was blinding in the sunshine. The kings long robe was a bright gold that made him look untouchable, and he was. The crown on his head proved that.

As they came closer the crowd down the path, you noticed another person, a man walking down behind him.. You could barely tell if it was Harry. But even the thought of his name made you heart beat faster. When they came closer everyone bowed their heads in respect, and you did the same too.

“Princess Y/N, my dear we are so very glad to have you here with us.” Queen Anne said as she took you into an embrace. The Queen looked like she hasn’t aged a bit. She still looks like the women who was like your second mom years ago.

“I hope you will enjoy our home, and make it your own my child.” The King said as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.” At this point the whole crowd was quiet.

“Thank you so much your majesty for allowing me to stay here. I am forever grateful.” You wanted them to know how thankful you were for welcoming you with open arms.

“No worries my dear your our family now of course your welcomed here.” The Queen insisted, bringing up the engagement.

“You remember our son Harry? You all use to play together when you were younger.” The Queen moved over slightly to reveal her son Prince Harry.

He wasn’t at all what you expected him to look like. He still looked the same as how he did years ago. But now his boyish face has matured, creating a young man. His hair was much shorter than you remembered. It use to be long to his shoulders, but now it’s right above his hair. His jawline was sharp and prominent. He stood up straight and tall, and you almost forgot all the times his mother scolded him at slouching too much.  

It was weird not seeing him in dirty clothes from all the times he would get into mud. Instead  wearing his royal cloak and clean tunic and trousers. But you couldn’t  be surprised time has passed, things did changed.

But the one thing that hadn’t change was those forest green eyes you came to know and love when you were younger. The brightness of Harrys eyes were still there and hadn’t changed.

You didn’t realize you were staring for so long until one of your guards cleared his throat.

“Oh yes, of course a pleasure to see you again Prince Harry.” You locked eyes with Harry before you bowed to him, as his eyes scanned over you.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He said while taking your hand and slowly placing a small kiss to the back of your hand.

Your breathe got caught in your throat as he slowly pulled away, while watching your reaction.

“I’m so happy you arrived here safely.” The Queen told you making you turn away from Harry, to face her.

“Oh yes, the journey was quiet long and exhausting but I’m just glad to be here as well..” You explained.

“Oh my! you must be exhausted, come now let’s get you settled it.” The Queen motioned to her guards to come to her.

“Guards put The Princesses  belongings in her chambers immediately.” The Queen ordered and the guards started taking your belongs out of the carriage.

The King and Queen greeted some commoners before announcing that they will be returning to the castle. When they did the King and Queen were quickly surrounded by guards. The King held his hand out for his wife and as she took his hand, and started walking back to the castle.

Prince Harry appeared by your side and held out his hand for you as well. You were a bit taken back but realized that this was totally normal for an engaged couple to do. You stared at his hand for a second before taking it, and smiled.

Once you did the crowd cheered even louder. The people watched you and Harry walk down the path back to the castle in aw.

“They love you.” Harry whispered closely to your ear.

You looked up at him and your eyes connected for a brief second before you looked away.

“I hope so.” You said above a whisper. You really hoped so.

When Harry and you made it to the castle doors, you turned back to the people. They were all small creatures in the distance. But none the less you waved again to show your appreciation and kindness. Before the castle doors shutter.

——

Your hands traced over the silk bed sheets that were apart of your sleeping chambers. It was the softest thing you have ever felt. Sure you were very use to having the finest of things bring the Princess of Scotland, but England was bigger and wealthier than your own country was.

Your chamber here was just a bit bigger than your one back home. But in fact grander, the walls were lined with gold detailing, which contrasted with the red accent furniture around the room. The bed was made for a literal king, it felt weird to have so much room just for yourself. The chandelier in the middle of the room really opened it up and made it even more big.

The best part of the room was the beautiful view you had from your balcony. You were on the third floor of the castle so you could see everything from your room. The balcony faced parallel to the garden  which you enjoyed very much. It was filled with roses, sunflowers, daisies, any kind of flowers you can think of really. You even helped plant some a long time ago, when you were allowed to do normal things like that. But now your not allowed to because that’s not work made for a Princess. No need to get dirty when you have servants to do that for you, your mother would say.

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts,so you quickly step back in the room to see who it is

“You may Come on.” You said.

The door creepily opened and at first you couldn’t see who it was coming in. But when you saw the red hair and olive skin you ran towards the door.

“Ava! Oh my gosh you’re here!!” You rain into your best friends arms with a huge grin over your face and almost made both of you fall over.

You both giggled when you tried to regain your balance, but still embracing for a few more seconds before letting go.

“Don’t hurt me now.” She jokes with you when both pull away from the hug.

“I actually arrived last night before you, since we didn’t make any stops on the journey.” She explains to you as you both sat down on your bed.

“I’m just so glad you’re here, someone I actually know!” This whole situation was very new and kind of scary so it was nice to see a familiar face. Ava  is not only your best friend but one of your Ladies. A lady is pretty much someone who serves the Princess who is a pointed by The princess. So you chose Ava because you needed someone you can trust.

“You know the Styles Family.”

“Yes, but it’s been so long since we’ve all seen each other, and I almost feel bad they have to host me because I’m literally in danger and for the alliance.”

“And that your bethroed to one and only Prince Harry Styles.” She nudged you and you blushed.

“Oh stop Ava, We both knew this since we were 8, it’s nothing new.” You tell her.

“Your right, but we never thought it would be happening like This. I remember us all playing together in the castles it’s crazy how times have changed.” Ava said remembering a fun memory, you nod your head in agreement.

“But speaking of Harry! Have you guys talked?! I saw him kissing your hand and taking your hand in his. That was so adorable! Can we also talk about how handsome Harry has become!” Ava jumps up in excitement.

Your face gets warm thinking of the memory a few hours ago.

“Um well we only exchanged a few words, but he seems the same. And yeah he has matured…” you tried to find the right words.

“Matured?! He’s so attractive. I can’t believe your engaged to the most wanted guy in all of England, and probably beyond.”

You filled with nerves thinking about what Ava said  and didn’t speak. Ava took notice and sat closer to you.

“Oh Y/N don’t worry what’s wrong?”

“What if… what if Harry doesn’t like me or doesn’t find me attractive or doesn’t want to marry me. You’re right he could have anyone-“

“Oh hush Y/N your speaking nonsense. You guys have been friends for forever he would be a fool not to like you. And either way you guys kind of have to wed because of the alliance.” She points out.

“But will he love me?” You finally asked the question that’s been on your mind not even since you came here, But for years. Knowing that this engagement is so unnatural and not out of pure feelings. But just for a business makes you wonder how this will last. You would make the effort to love Harry but will he want to do or just do it for business.

“I think that once you and Harry get to spend some time together, you’re feeling for each other will grow.” Ava said while looked at you straight in the eye to try and make you understand.

You sighed and gave Ava a big hug.

“Thank you for being here I don’t know what I would do without you here by my side.”

“I’m glad I’m here too.” Ava pulls away from you. “But you must find me a good noble suitor for me to wed! I can’t be single  forever.” Ava complains and you just laugh.

“I’ll definitely see what I can do.” With your words Avas faced lit up and thanked you countlessly.

The knock on the door interrupted your guys giggle fit as you told the person to enter your chambers.

A guard walked in and before he spoke he bowed to you,” Princess, The Queen would like to speak with you in the throne room.”

You nodded and said your Farewells to Ava, before the guard escorted you to the throne room. On your way there you noticed the palaces walls were somewhat familiar from when you were a child, but they have upgraded many things. The long corridor to the throne was long and bright with the big windows on either side lighting the way. A few servants and noble men passed you while bowing, but other than that all you could hear were the footsteps of the guards bedsides you.

The guards halted in front of a particularly large door. You stood in front of it until two guards opened it for you revealing the most powerful room in the whole palace. Where The King and Queen stood on the throne.

The Queen was sitting on her throne talking to a guard when you entered. But when she saw you come forward she shooed him away and gave you all of her attention. You bowed to her before she spoke.

“My dear, I hope your settling in well.” The Queen asked.

“Very well. Thank you so much my chamber is very beautiful. I almost have too much room.” You joked.

“One things for sure, a women can never have to omuch space. Especially a Princess.” She says making you laugh and nod in agreement.

“Well I called you in hear to converse with you about an event tomorrow. But I was waiting for Harry-“

You didn’t know Harry was coming, you thought to yourself.

“-He should be coming I asked for a guard to retrieve him for me, maybe he’s just tardy-“

Speak of the devil, the doors to the chambers opened and Harry rushed in in a hurry.

“My apologizes mother, we had training that went overtime.” He said going up to his mother and kissing her cheek. She smiles at him and nods in understanding.

“It’s ok. Y/N and I were just waiting on you to discuss some matters.”

Harry looks back at you in surprise not noticing you before when he rushed in. He smiled at you and you mirrored his actions. .

“On what matters did you want to discuss with us?” Harry asked curiously as he made his way back off the throne where you were.

“We are hosting an event tomorrow night at the castle, to welcome Y/N into our home. Also for you guys to make your first appearance as a couple together. Noble men from not only England will be there but our neighboring countries Germany, The Netherlands, and even some people you might know from Scotland Y/N.” Your face lit up knowing some of your people will be attending as well.

“Also other countries will be traveling to attend. So you all must go around speaking to others because they are also important allies.” The Queen explained.

You and Harry both nodded in agreement to the Queen.

She also explained important nobles specifically to talk to. Which you mostly didn’t know but Harry did which was good because he will be with you most of the time.

“That is all. You can be off now. Harry escort Y/N back to her chambers, and I’ll see you both tomorrow. Have a goodnight rest.” The Queen said to you both.

“Thank you, goodnight.” You bowed before turning to leave and waited at the door. Harry went back to his mother to hug her goodnight. When you saw her whispering something in his ears and he just nodded agreeing with whatever she was saying. You wondered if they were talking about you.

You stood waiting for Harry to leave the throne room to take you to your chambers. When you saw him come out of the room. His eyes searched for you until he saw you standing by your lonesome waiting for him since you didn’t really know where to go.

Harry comes up behind you and almost startles you when you didn’t realize he was there.

“Shall we?” Harry takes out his arm for you to take and you intertwine yours with his, and you begin to walk down the corridor.

“I most apologize for my mother’s extreme planning. She loves parties and impressing the nobles.” He says whole rolling his eyes and you giggle.

“It’s ok, it was very kind of her to do such a grand event because of my arrival. She’s just as kind as I remembered.

“You remember visiting the castle?” Harry asked surprisingly and turned to look at you with his bright green eyes.

“Of course! How could I not it was the most fun I had as a kid were  in these castle doors.” Memories flashed before your eyes of the times you would be running down these halls, in the garden, or stuffing your faces in the kitchen. And every memory Harry was in it. But maybe your most memorable moments were only remembered by you, which made you a bit sad.

“Do you not remember my visits?” You asked as you turned a corner getting closer to your chambers. Harry could of possibly forgotten all about you and the friendship you shared. So his reply caught you off guard.

“Everyone one. How could I forget someone so special?.” He said looking down at you and your cheeks flushed.

Realizing what he said he added, “ The fun adventures we had are  times I’ll never forget. Like when I fell off climbing that tree in the right wing of the castle and nearly broke my leg!” Harry laughed thinking back at the memory and you did too. You thought you were going to be in so much trouble if Harry broke something because he is next in line for the throne so he had to be careful.

“Those were great times.” Thinking about the days when you were carefree and felt almost normal made you long for those days again. Harry nodded in agreement silently agreeing with what you were thinking as well.

The realization hit you that this was the first time that you and Harry were finally alone together since you arrived. It felt so normal you almost forgot you’ve been away from him for years. So when the door to your chamber came into view you almost wished for more time with Harry.

“Well here we are.” Harry said as he stopped in front of your door.

You untangled your arm from his and said, “thank you for escorting me back to my chambers.”

“No problem Y/N.” Harry said not breaking eye contacts as and you both stood there for a second wondering if you should say anything else before the night ended.

“Okay, well have a goodnight.” You said quickly and turned around to enter your room to lay down and rethink every single thing you said to Harry over the whole day, and mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow.

You almost got your door open when Harry stopped you.

“Wait” He said and you quickly turned around to face Harry again.

“I’m glad that your back.” Harry said to you, and your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m glad to be back.” You tell him truthfully. Even under all the crazy circumstances you missed England and everyone, especially Harry.

“Good.” Harry placed another kiss to your hand.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.�� Harry said before he walked off leaving you standing there trying to comprehend what just happened.

Once you got into your chambers you lied  awake in bed thinking about Harry.

Maybe this could work out.

Maybe there are feelings between you and Harry that will grow into something more, you were willing to try and you hoped Harry was too.

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<b Part 3: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/168407263609/prince-harry-part-3 

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Random Q&A

I’ve been tagged by my lovelies @omelettedufromage-24601​ and @arosegxrden ! This time, I’ll try to be more talkative.

Nicknames: Man, Manriarty, Sunshine, Hobbit

Gender: Female

Star sign: Capricorn

Height: 1m58

Time: 8:30pm

Birthday: 31st December

Favorite bands: Arctic Monkeys, BIGBANG, BTS, Queen, Panic! at the Disco, SHINee, twenty one pilots, 2NE1, Imagine Dragons, The Beatles… And many more ! There are so many talented artists out there, and I’m very eager to know more of them – if you have some advice, know that I listen to every kind of music and that I would be very glad to hear about what you love

Favorite solo artists: (All of the solo artists that are also part of the bands above +) Michael Jackson, Nina Simone, Jacques Brel, IU, Hozier, Taeyeon… I also listen to a lot of classical music and soundtracks, which means that I have many favorite composers, but I wasn’t sure I could put them in there

Song stuck in my head: At this exact moment, it is Honey Honey (by SEAMO) from the xxxHOLiC anime. This song is undoubtedly part of my preteen years, and I may be a nostalgic wreck

Last movie I watched: The 15:17 To Paris by Clint Eastwood

Last show I watched: Kakegurui (Gambling School) – not absolutely sure that I will go on concerning the anime, but I do like the manga very much for now !

Concerning non-animes, here’s my last viewing (my personal favorite) : Kaamelott

When I created this blog: I actually have no clue… but it’s been a while !

What I post: I never post, but I reblog a lot ! And it would be very hard for me to describe what’s on my Tumblr, since it doesn’t follow any pattern

Last thing I googled: “Three Studies for Figures at the Base of a Crucifixion” – it’s a triptych painted by Francis Bacon, on which I have to work !

Do I get asks: No, I don’t ! To be fair, I don’t have many followers either… But feel free to write, anytime

Why did I choose my URL: I give all the credit to one of my internet friends ! It dates back from the period when I was doing RPs (a long time ago, sadly). I was searching for a new URL for my blog, she proposed some to me, and I very much liked this one. I still love it, though it can appear as a bit gloomy. Yet, don’t you worry – your dawn may be broken, but I promise your day will be brighter (I strongly believe in this, and this thought made me change my name in there)

Following blogs: 485, I used to have much more, but I’m unfollowing some, these days

Followers: 72

Favorite colors: Green is my favorite among the favorites ! I also very much like purple and blue. And red. And yellow. To be completely honest, there isn’t any color that I don’t like

Average hours of sleep: Depends, it usually goes from 5 to 8

Lucky number: I read that it was 3, and I do rely on it, but I actually don’t know which number truly is my lucky one !

Instruments: I used to play guitar, and I’d very much like to pick it up again. I wish I could learn to play piano, violin and harp (I very much admire musicians, because it’s very hard to master any type of instrument)

What I am wearing: Sweater and a pair of jeans

How many blankets do u sleep with: One, only ! But I couldn’t possibly go without it (I mean, I can sleep with any type of blanket, but I can’t possibly sleep with none)

Dream job: Ah, thorny question ! I expected it… Yet, it doesn’t mean that I’m prepared to answer it anyway – that is, I have absolutely no idea. I do think that what would truly give me a sense of fulfillment would be something in the arts (to be honest, when I had a real dream job, it was in this field). And by that, I actually imply many types of arts. Mostly, and I would like to quote Hermione on this : I’m hoping to do some good in the world. It has always been my highest purpose, and I want to constantly keep an eye on it when searching for what I will professionally do with my life

Dream trip: I’d want to discover everything ! Our world is full of wonders, please take me anywhere

Favorite food: That’s such a hard one ! I gotta do credit to my Italian origins, so I’ll begin with pizza and my grandma’s spaghetti bolognese. Then, rice (yes, in general), fajitas, bread, chocolate, fruits like apple and strawberry (including when they’re made in tarts)…

Nationality: French

Favorite song right now: AM 4:44 by Bang Yongguk, which is actually one of my all-time favorites. I admire this artist immensely, but it’s a heavily loaded song (please don’t listen to it if you don’t feel in the mood. It does help me releasing my pain somehow, but we’re all different, and I don’t want it to trigger you in any way), so I can’t possibly leave you with this ! I promise that I have more joyful things in my playlist. Another favorite, very different, then : Comme un homme, from Disney’s Mulan. It has helped me going through many sport sessions (cliché, I know). One last : Hamilton’s Aaron Burr, Sir (with a beautiful animatic by szin)… We can do a whole live version for you with @arosegxrden

Languages I speak: French (my mother tongue), English (my current field of study), and Italian (part of my family being from this country). The other languages I know, I speak quite poorly. I’m willing to learn more !

Do you have one OTP that’s more important to you than any of the rest: Really hard to say, but as a child, my ultimate ones were Arwen/Aragorn and Mulan/Shang. I can add Percabeth, Oliver and Jennifer (from “love story”), Yuri and Viktor… – Know that I only put the canon ones there !

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it !

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Rules: Always post the rules. Answer 11 random questions posted for you. Create 11 new ones and tag 11 people. Let the person who tagged you know that you answered.

I was tagged by @code-name-bluebird and @queen-bess-mccord for the following questions.   Thanks for tagging me!!:) These questions have been staying in my inbox like, two weeks, (sorry I got way too busy these days, lol) I am gonna answer all of them at once (yes the post will get longggggg)

First 11 Questions:

1. Earliest memory -Me brushing teeth in the kitchen when I was like, 5, or 6?

2. favorite food -Well I think cakes could be my all-time favorite, but I also love pastries, candy and chocolate, yes, I love almost everything taste sweet;)

3. do you have a pet and what is it? -sadly no, at least not yet.  But having a cat with me would be a nice idea.

4. do you or did you ever play an instrument? -piano, when I was in high school, shame that I have to drop it for preparing examination ;(

5. best concert you’ve been to -I have been to only and one concert until now and it was the best that I think I don’t have to go to another concert in my life, hehe.  I went to ADELE’s concert in London last year!!!!! (want to use CAPSLOCK for the whole sentence hahaha)

6. Do you like the place where you currently live? If not where would you rather live? -My place is, actually a nice place, if you see it in a price–performance ratio way. The location, the room space and the rent are all acceptable; the landlord is a nice man.  I think the only disadvantage is that we are still lack of  sunshine (due to the position of the house, meh), I want a a house where sunshine could fall through the window and bring light and warm in my room, so-much-

7. favorite dessert -It varies, but lemon tart could be my all-time favorite.  It’s hard to go wrong in making the sweet-sour thing (I guess..)

8. first fandom you were in -OUAT, cause’ I am crazy about the outlaw queen pair.  But I got really upset and disappointed upon how the writers didn’t respect the characters and stories they create, also the fandom sometimes got so, negative and aggressive.  I recently heard that OUAT finally got cancelled, and I was like, screaming and celebrating for the whole day, lol

9. first celebrity crush -Lana Parilla, she is a lovely and positive woman;) The only reason that convinced me watching OUAT was not a waste of time.

10. city, country, or coast? -Most of the time, city.  When I feeling go somewhere people won’t bother me: coast Rarely thought about it: country

11. favorite outdoors thing to do in summer -Hmmm...could not think of one, lol.  I am not an outdoor person actually, especially not in summer time.

Another 11 questions!

1. Peanut butter: smooth or crunchy! -Crunchy!!

2. Favorite season? -Probably autumn (before it gets too cold tho)

3. Favorite song? -This changes from time to time tho

4. Funniest joke you’ve heard -...I really don’t know how to express it in English, XD

5. Favorite city to visit? -For now, London.  I went to this amazing and extraordinary city last summer and totally fall in love with it.  I guess I got lucky to visit London in the best time of a year.

6. What genres of music do you listen to? -I am not sure... Indie? Classical music?  It depends.

7. What types of books do you read? -I used to read novels before I have mobile phone and now I find myself don’t have the same patience (sadly).  I tend to read recipes now.

8. Do you write fanfic? If you don’t, do you read any? (Include your favorite stories and tag the authors to give them some love x) -I don’t write fanfic but I do read fanfics, actually I tend to practice English by reading fanfics, hahaha I have many favorite stories in fact, thanks to @somewhereapart; @ninzied; @anonymouslyaddicted; @morethanwords229 and many other amazing people for bringing me lots of fantastic time.

9. Musical you want to watch before you die! -I am not sure... maybe WICKED?

10. Instrument you wanna learn (it’s never too late 👀) -ha, I would love to play piano again if there’s a chance.

11. Favorite actress/actor and why? - Téa Leoni, now and always.  She is the light of my life;)  Kind, sweet and have a big heart <3