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hallidaysfm · 4 years ago

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hllo all , it me ur second fav admin sage comin 2 u live from the gutters in the est tz . i got a sneak peak at all ur characters & i am v v excited to write with all of u !! i’m lit rally the worst at intros so i’m just gonna dive right into my chaotic boy, kieran ! a rich boi freshly kicked out of yale, doesn’t rock the boat shoes or the chinos or rly look the part but… his daddy, will in fact sue you :/

[ matthew noszka . 22 . cismale . he/him ] just saw KIERAN HALLIDAY dragging their suitcase up the steps of QUINBY . good luck living with HIM , word around campus is that they’re VOLATILE , RECKLESS , SOCIAL & SELF DRIVEN . makes sense they chose that house now , doesn’t it ? let’s hope this new living situation doesn’t affect their JUNIOR year of ZOOLOGY [ sage . 23 . she/her . est ]

+ walking a thin line of barbed wire, wicked smirks and smashed bottles of jack, being shirtless under leather jackets & doing class presentations with a black eye and a hangover.

pinterest can be found here

background:

his full name is kieran jaxon halliday his mom and dad were two wildlife biologists who met while working in south africa and fell in love while tending to a baby lion cub that had gotten a nasty bite from a snake.

they named the cub jax and that’s where kieran had gotten his middle name

his parents made a decent living with their careers but his dad’s side of the family - the halliday’s, were made of money and gold baby!!

the halliday’s are a pretty prominent family. they own a law firm that’s been running since the 1950′s and is dedicated to famous politicians and celebrities

his grandfather expected kieran’s dad to take over the firm after him so you can imagine the shock when his son had chosen zoology as a major.

kieran was born in south africa - and lived there until he was 13

really loved everything about it especially the wild life, the nature and the freedom. when they would visit the states to see his mom and dad’s family he thought it was too congested and tamed and mundane

his dad picked them up and moved them back to the states when he found out that kieran’s mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer

it was like a domino effect - first the breast cancer where the doctors were hopeful that with enough treatment she’d be in partial remission in no time- that was until it started to spread and within two years the two halliday’s had lost the most important woman in their lives

while it impacted both of them - it seemed that it really hit his father in a different way. he basically turned his back on kieran and turned really cold and decided to take over the law firm and threw himself into work

this changed kieran in the sense that he had to adapt to living in the states seeking out different thrills to make him feel, to make him numb, to make his world exciting again, to forget and to piss off his dad

he instantly became a trouble maker - got kicked out of various private schools, was caught drinking in school, took his dad’s cars out for joy rides, has had various dui’s and has been caught high as balls by the police multiple times but this never breaks out to the public - his dad sweeps in and the charges, the potential scandals, everything all vanish overnight.

yale was his top choice for school and while his family’s name obviously got his foot in the door and he coasted through his classes - his grades were above average and honestly if he truly applied himself he would be deadly

he started an underground fight club at yale during his freshman year which he made quite a profit off of, and also he’s just really into fighting in general so it gave him a place to do it without having to pick fights with random frat boys.

known around yale as the american god for the kind of power he holds, his looks, and the way he carries himself.

his mom was born and raised in monterey before moving to south africa

while they spent a good chunk of time in monterey when they moved back to the states, after his mom died, kieran and his dad moved full time to new york city where his dad took over the halliday law firm.

their monterey home is right by the water with their own private beach area. basically before his dad moved them back, he had his mom’s dream home built for her. now, his dad hardly ever comes back but kieran’s lowkey a sentimental bastard and splits him time during the summers in monterey and the hamptons

end of sophomore year he messed with the wrong guys and got kicked out, they ended up ratting out his underground fight club lmao and after being threatened a bunch of other students came forward and confirmed it. so that mixed with all the other shit he’s pulled and a couple other lies about him – he got booted out

his dad is actually so pissed at him and embarrassed bc their name and money couldn’t even stop that shit from being made public ?

like halliday son kicked out of yale for starting underground fight club? an iconic page 5 headline but unwanted by his dad 100%

he’s been threatened with his trust fund, he’s been blacklisted from all other ivy leagues

the only reason he got into halston is because his mom went here and was .. v well loved. catch her picture hanging over in the zoology building

his uncle ( his mom’s brother ) is also on the board of admissions so once again, his name got him through the door!

personality:

very into anything that’s going to endanger his very existence - picks fights, drinks until he passes out, street races, jumps off cliffs u name it.. kieran has done it. it’s almost a miracle the boy is still alive. just recklessly lives on the edge and will willingly take the fall

v straight forward and vulgar

will fuck you over with a polite smile on his face

his favorite animals are lions :’)

usually has a bruise under his eye but the wicked grin he sports probably distracts away from it plus he’s a pretty boy

sports a leather jacket like its his second skin!!

is down for anything and is loyal af if he considers you a friend

any excuse to fight - he will fight lmao

used to throw the biggest and wildest parties at his place. will trash his house solely to piss his dad off. a gatsby man of sorts where people just showed up at his house.

not humble in any sense, flirts a lot, manipulates occasionally and is all around just here for a good time, not a long time

#halston.intro #tw: cancer #tw: drugs #tw: drinking #alright... this is a mess #but its all i got

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pcssessicn · 4 years ago

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☆ . · . miguel bernardeau, twenty-one, male, he / him . · . ☆ fitzwilliam 'fitz' phénix-alvarez lives in that huge mansion over there! no, not that one. look for white stucco walls & terracotta shingles and that’ll be it. the nhl defenseman has offered occasional glimpses of soft yellow walls and an impressive collection of plants in the background of social media posts, but all of that is nothing compared to seeing the opulence in person. they’ve remained protective as ever since moving to tercet court two months ago, but it seems like they might’ve gotten a little more mistrustful too. maybe that’s why they’re rumored to have such a distant relationship with everyone else who lives on this street. ☆ . · . ooc info: ollie, they / them, 21, est . · . ☆ career claim: cale ma/kar.

BASICS

Full name: Fitzwilliam Phénix-Alvarez Nickname: Fitz Birth date: September 29th Languages: English, Spanish, Quebecois Francois Hometown:

PHYSICAL

Age: 21 Weight: 196 lbs Height: 6′2″ Body build: athletic, lean Eye color: grey-blue Faceclaim: Miguel Bernardeau Glasses or contacts: neither

Tattoos: a raven in flight over his left shoulder blade, monochromatic vines winding up his left bicep

Scars: most predominantly a thin scar near the base of his neck where a skate slashed him when he was fourteen ; several other smaller scars of less note, especially on his hands --- much less noticeable

PERSONALITY

Good personality traits: observant, calculating, protective Bad personality traits: mistrustful, dishonest, aggressive

Fitz comes across as very confident and in control, and at ease in his skin. The truth couldn’t be farther from it. He works hard to put forward the easy front he does --- and some days he can’t tell which one is more real. He has a dishonest smile that masquerades as honest, and a tendency to manipulate those around him when necessary to shed suspicion off himself. He can be almost charming at times, at least extremely amiable. Despite all this, Fitz is not rash or impulsive -- in fact everything he does is carefully calculated, though he goes to great lengths so it does not come across as so. The one place he feels truly effortless is on the ice.

He finds it hard to truly allow people close to him and to really see beyond the most superficial layers of himself. Furthermore, there is a deep-seated fear of not being enough and being forgotten ; he finds it easier to not let anyone close so there’s less chance of this happening.

THE STORY ( i rly was gunna try to write this nice and eloquently but... u get this instead 😔 )

— fitz was born to up and coming spanish actress reyna alvarez in chicago. the result of a messy one-night stand, but reyna ultimately decided to keep the baby. he is indeed named after fitzwilliam darcy from pride and prejudice bc his mother’s first breakout role was in a film adaptation of the book and she loved the book after reading it. how unfortunate for him.

— his birth father was never in the picture, but the man he would come to know as his father came into the picture a year or so after his birth. already one of the top architects in north america, paul robert phenix was in chicago for a conference and he and reyna fell in love. fitz has been told it’s was all very romantic. so then the happy family moved to pittsburgh where his father’s architecture firm was based.

— despite growing up with two parents who raked in a fair amount of cash, they made sure nothing was just given to fitz. they’d both had their humble beginnings and big believers in tough love, they made sure not to spoil their son. they did however make sure he was sheltered from the media when it poked around and the two things they did pay for without question were his education and sports.

— he started playing hockey when he was six after seeing a pens game on tv while they were out at dinner and knowing he just had to do it --- and never stopped. he got recruited to the us national team development program when he was sixteen and spent his last two years of high school in michigan living with a billet family most do who are with the program, which gave him a huge sense of “normalcy.” but really he was far from normal, his development taking great steps over those two years leading up to his draft year.

— queue the cale ma/kar career claim lads aka all the hockey development & logistics u can probably skip if u don’t care laksdjf:

one year before graduation and a draft, he vocally committed to playing at university of massachusetts - amherst. he went fourth overall to the la kings in the 2017 draft ( yeah technically irl that pick belonged to the avs but sh ), and proceeded to remain loyal to his commitment and play two years at umass despite his new top five prospect status. he was put into a first pair role from the start of his freshman year ( 2017-18 ), was a huge part in bringing the umass team up from the bottom of the standings. he plays for team usa in world juniors 2017 and 2018.

his sophomore year ( 2018-19 ), they make it all the way to the frozen four. fitz gets announced as the hobey baker winner and the day after they get knocked out of the tournament. not long after that he signs his entry contract with the kings and finishes out the season with them. he scores his first nhl goal on his first shot in game 3 of the first round of playoffs irl the kings don’t make playoffs but again shh. they get knocked out in the first round and fitz goes home and trains harder than ever.

he come back to kings training camp the next season ( 2019-20 ) more determined than ever to make the team. he does so out of camp and has an incredible rookie campaign. he gets injured in december and misses a few games but is back mid-january. fitz is given the calder ( award that goes to the best rookie in the nhl ) at the end of the season. technically cale hasn’t won this yet but we all know he will.

— la is a bustling city and fitz is a fan of one night stands : he just doesn’t feel like he has time for a relationship and hookups scratch that itch. he’s not an asshole about it, really. there is typically that understanding that this is a one time, no strings attached thing. but this one girl he sleeps with in march obviously does not get this memo and continues to not get the memo. she starts seriously stalking him in the following months and eventually he gets a restraining order against her ( use ur imagination kids ). he’s not really comfortable staying in his own apartment downtown for the time being though after he still sees her around. he stays with a teammate until the season ends, which then brings us to his connection to tercet court.

— paul robert phenix, now world reknowned architect, had a hand in designing several of the homes on tercet court, including one in the style of old money spanish mediterrianian villas that he designed with his wife in mind to be their new home. fitz’s mother had loved the house and moved in for a few years after the court opened but with her taking fewer roles up in the movie industry and getting exceedingly more lonely, she decided to embrace the more nomadic livestyle of her husband and moved out about a year and a half ago. since then the home stood vacant ( though certainly still cared for by several paid landscapers and maids ) until fitz’s dilemma arose a few months ago.

— a few phone calls and a begrudging agreement to pay the extremely steep taxes on the place for the year ( again, tough love and fitz may be a pro-athlete but he’s still making less than a million a year with his entry level contract ), and fitz moved in about two months ago ( say mid-may ).

MISC

— tri-lingual. father is french-canadian and his mother is spanish. needless to say he grew up a little confused. that worked itself out soon enough though. uses he uses quebois french in-season kind of frequently to talk to a couple teammates. really only uses his spanish to talk to his mother and family.

— since moving in fitz has filled the mansion with plants. he absolutely does not seem like a plant guy but he is... absolutely loves it. his major at umass was kinesology bc he thought it would be the most helpful and knew he wasn’t going to graduate but he snuck in some out-of-major classes on horticulture. truly just likes plants a lot. they don’t judge him.

— probably set up his own puck shooting pad in the backyard. why not there’s enough space. he had to retrieve a couple pucks from the bottom of the pool though which has been good incentive to not miss the net lmao. he also has revamped one of the rooms in the house to have synthetic ice.

— runs in the morning before it gets hot. skates a few days of the week in the afternoon. home gym in the house is definitely a perk but he prefers to work out with others because it feels more productive.

— probably drives like. a range rover.

— offensive defenseman. likes to jump up in the rush and is good at break out passes as well as zone entry. earned his place quarterbacking the first powerplay towards the end of the season. he can be quite physical when he needs to be though and don’t ever go after his goalie. ( his nhl.com player page )

— he’s not a recluse by any means, but he has no desire to built connections in tercet court so probably hasn’t actively reached out. they’re likely to have met outside of the small community or if your character forcibly came and introduced themselves. or if they knew each other already mayhaps??

— oh and he’s bi. like really really bi. obv not advertised given his career path but he’s not having some crisis over it either. it just is. probably has a stack of nda’s next to the condoms ready to go at anytime alsdkfj.

OOC

hey lads. i’m ollie !! for those around for round 1.0 of this rp i played alya ( the sports photog ). i am back and this time going back to what i do best : playing hockey boys 😔😔😔.

#linksintro #( this is..............#not my best work lads )#( but alas )

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queercapwriting · 6 years ago

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sanvers helping queer teens anon here, what abt a hispanic gay for girls enby (ik this is rly weirdly specific)nw/ rly conservative parents and just nneding to cry and let it out w/ sanvers and them comforting them

Half the time that Adrian texts Maggie, it’s memes and cute dogs and selfies of him with said cute dogs.

The other quarter, it’s life updates and checking in on how she’s doing.

The last quarter, it’s asking if he can bring wayward teens he finds over to his lesbian mamas’ apartment for dinner, for coffee, for an emergency crisis.

This afternoon, his text is about a sophomore in his school.

They’re really sweet and they just transferred to my school and they’ve got this massive crush on this junior girl and I totally ship it and more to the point their parents are jerksssssssssssssssssssssssssssss so can they come over tonight and be parented by the biggest homos I know I’ll bake that batch of brownies that you know Alex will make all those sex noises for??

You sent this to me, Adrian. This isn’t Maggie’s phone, Adrian. You did that last crack about the brownies and sent it to me on purpose, didn’t you Adrian.

…. hi Alex. We on for tonight?

Bring them and your brownies. We may or may not take the brownies and the kid and let you stay out in the hallway.

Perfect, see you then!

Alex laughs to herself, wondering when, exactly, she became a mom.

She calls Maggie to let her know that they’ll have company tonight.

She watches, that night, the kid’s face – Cass, their name is – as they watch the enthusiasm and deep, unrestrained love that Maggie and Adrian bear hug with.

“They’ll be done in with that in about five hours,” Alex offers her hand out to Cass. They giggle nervously, and Alex leans in conspiratorially. “You wanna steal these brownies and run? Adrian said he’d bring the things over, and he told us he was bringing you, obviously, so I said ‘well maybe Cass and I could just grab the brownies and go, can they run fast?’ and he was like, ‘yeah, they do, they’re on our track team’, so I’m just saying, if you wanna tackle him for the brownies, I can totally take my wife.”

Alex hopes her rambling is making Cass feel less uncomfortable, less awkward and terrified; if the look on their face is any indication whenever Alex uses their pronouns, Alex is creating the effect she wanted to.

Maggie and Adrian finally stop hugging, and Adrian latches himself onto Alex next.

It’s not until halfway through the pizza and fries and garlic bread - ‘the dinner of champions’, Adrian proclaims - that Cass really starts saying anything beyond ‘pre-calculus is awesome’ and ‘my English teacher is the worst.’

Because they pay close attention when Maggie casually mentions growing up in a small town where everyone knew everyone’s business, and when Adrian mentions the last family barbeque where his mom got into a massive fight with his dad’s brother over his refusal to respect Adrian’s pronouns in the supposed name of Jesus.

“It. Was. Awesome,” Adrian concludes with satisfied hands behind his head.

“Was your dad mad at your mom, though? For yelling at his brother?” Cass asks, and Adrian shakes his head vehemently.

“No no no, that was the best part. When Dad got there, and we told him what happened, he was just pissed off that Mami got to tell off my uncle and not him. Like I said: awesome.”

“You’re really lucky. With your parents. Both sets, it looks like.”

“I know,” Adrian sobers, reaching for Alex’s wine before she lightly smacks his hand out of the way.

Cass giggles at their intimate antics, and they assess safety levels quickly. Whether anyone will be mad that they ruin the dinner party just because they need to vent; whether Adrian won’t be their friend anymore at school, or whether Alex and Maggie will regret welcoming them into their home.

They think it seems safe. The way Adrian leans across the table to squeeze Maggie’s knee. The way Alex kisses Maggie’s cheek, and Maggie kisses hers right back.

The way Adrian pretends to be grossed out, but winks at Cass happily even as he does so.

“I wish I had parents who love me like yours do,” they pipe up, and no one misses a beat.

No one tells them that ‘of course your parents love you, they’re just set in their ways’ or ‘they’ll accept you even if they don’t accept other people because you’re their kid’ or ‘why is it so important to tell them? you’ll be out of their house in a couple years anyway.’

No one says anything like that. They just turn, and nod, and wait for them to continue.

“Like, it’s frustrating. Because there’s Jesus Catholics, who are all hippy and like, love everyone for the sake of loving everyone because that’s what Jesus was all about. And there are Old Testament Catholics, who are like, ‘smite this and smite that’ and that’s my parents, and they voted for the supervillain in the White House and they don’t understand that he hates us and everything he stands for hates us, and he especially hates me, because I’m brown and I’m trans and I love women in a way he’ll never understand.”

“You mean you respect them and all that? What? Whomst?” Adrian puts his hand on his heart in faux shock, and Cass smiles like maybe everyone at this table actually, truly gets it.

Which is exactly what makes them sob.

Alex is on her feet first, pulling out her chair and shifting so she’s kneeling tall by Cass’s seat. “Okay?” she asks with outstretched arms, and Cass lets themself sink into Alex, grasping at her henley as they sob like they haven’t let themself sob in far too long.

Maggie holds Adrian’s hand and they both put their heads down, waiting, witnessing, holding space for Cass’s tears and Alex’s whispers of comfort and belief.

“I’m sorry,” Cass gasps through their tears.

“No.”

“Absolutely nothing to be sorry for.”

“You’re fine, you’re fine, you know how many times I’ve done this at this very table?”

“All three of us, really.”

“This is apparently where we all have our breakdowns. You’re in good company.”

Their soft antics get Cass to laugh. To start believing that maybe their blood family isn’t the only family they’ll ever have.

That maybe, they can make their own.

And maybe, that starts tonight.

#sanvers #sanvers parents #sanvers kids #give adrian his own show #sanvers minific

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mcribel · 5 years ago

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( ella purnell + 18 + muse 05 ) isn’t that maribel sawyer over there? i heard SHE joined faction one after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip to do something kind. hopefully they fit in there – they’re TENDERHEARTED, but also BIDDABLE. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine. ( james, she/they, 20, EST )

hello it’s me again !! i have really bad uuuhhhh self control so i brought in this sweetie !!

TW: PAST EATING DISORDER (MENTIONS ONLY), MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES.

a e s t h e t i c s

handwritten letters and ink-stained hands, vintage magnifying glasses and worn oxfords, knee-high socks and scraped knees, ribbons in hair and turtlenecks underneath dresses, dried flowers and locked up diaries, suede skirts and oversized cardigans, hot tea and cold coffee, flinching at loud noises, loud voices, record scratches and stumbles, stuttering words and beet-red faces, bitten nails and awkward stances, blankets laid out in the sun and the smell of newspapers.

general info !!

full name: maribel ottoline sawyer

nickname(s): mari, bell, lottie b/c middle name, etc. etc. just sawyer sometimes idk

b.o.d. - june 1st, 18 yrs old

label(s): the marionette, the demure, the obsequious, the allegiant, etc.

height: like 5′3″

hometown: duluth, minnesota

sexuality: ??? ??? ?????

stats TBD but her pinterest is HERE !

biography !!

born the middle child to a man in the air force and a woman whose passions laid among writing diet cookbooks and recording cooking DVDs, maribel was never anything extraordinary.

after all, her elder sister had a voice made for broadway, and her younger brother was writing sonnets before he’d hit middle school. and maribel was just maribel, another girl with middle child syndrome

her household was typical, conservative all-american, strict no matter where they moved. curfew before 9pm and family dinner every sunday, mandatory; better not miss out on those vegetables or you’ll be sitting there for hours. grounded for grades below their expected. the usual.

there wasn’t anything particularly interesting in her life for the longest time. she was just another shy girl who moved to school to school, quiet and seated in the very back of class, as if that’d allow her the coverage to remain unseen.

she couldn’t color in the lines, or follow the lines, or draw a straight line, the kind of gal who opened her mouth at the wrong time, whose voice got washed away by another’s interrupting. she got picked on at most schools, due to her size and her stumbling words, and she’d let it happen for the most part. always the wannabe, trying to be who she wasn’t.

it hadn’t helped that her mother was some sort of ... health food guru, a woman obsessed with image and the epitome of health - her practices were often forced upon maribel, especially, beginning in a long, difficult relationship with food.

by the time she was a freshmen in high school, her parents had divorced and, for a brief moment, mari thought she could finally settle down somewhere and become a normal teenager. this was until, of course, her mother enrolled her in a boarding school in nevada.

with her sister graduated and her brother still in middle school, mari was left alone in a strange school; the only constant being the cliques that surrounded herself and the money they waved around, as if it were nothing.

the only time she was ever really approached was because of her knack with forgery, a talent picked up after hours of mimicking others’ handwriting, an attempt to change every single part of her into someone likable.

often stayed in the computer labs during lunch and free periods, firstly because she’d never been allowed to have a computer at home (rots yr brain!) and secondly because she’d gotten into programming, and it was something she could actually ... see herself doing, potentially.

was alone in this until her sophomore year, when the next new kid found their way into the computer lab; the loser zone, the land of outcasts. this individual, despite their quirks and oddities, became maribel’s first genuine friend. they were a little too into conspiracies and mysteries, but that was alright.

soon enough, it started to rub off onto maribel, as well, who’d always been observant but not the kind of gal to put it to use. they became a tiny pair of investigators, p.i.’s without the certification, investigating petty school drama that was usually written on the inside of a bathroom stall.

essentially a less impressive nancy drew / scooby doo gang / veronica mars duo.

surprisingly ! beginning junior year, maribel got involved with the weed and underaged drinking and whatnot b/c her like, very best friend was doing it and she wanted to be...impressive, i guess?

so then they became stoner detectives. about halfway thru their junior year is when things got uuhh ... complicated.

one night they were just, y’know, getting high and other typical teenager things. and then someone started talking about aliens, and then area 51, and then they both became increasingly aware that they were living in nevada and Not Too Far from the airbase.

long story short, they attempted to break into area 51. they got caught, got charged with trespassing and had to be bailed out of county jail, maribel’s dad almost lost his job, and her best friend disappeared without a trace almost immediately afterwards. spooky shit !

this is when her mother packed up and moved them to west ham, kansas ! it was for a ~fresh start~ but really was just a way to keep her eye on maribel.

i mean, god, for the rest of her junior year maribel was miserable. she was a student at west ham high but like ... god, she hardly spoke to anyone. drug tested every week, essentially on some sort of form of house arrest.

wasn’t really allowed to get a job during this either ! so she made money by anonymously creating and selling fake I.D.’s b/c like ... yolo, y’know? why not?

her mental health deteriorated during this and by the summer before her senior year she was getting help for an eating disorder. she was essentially gone the entire summer, but like ... doubt anybody noticed tbh !

by the time senior year rolled around, maribel was in a better place and was like ... determined not to fall into a bad headspace again. her anxiety’s still pretty strong but ! she’s trying !

uuh started working for the school newspaper as a help column under a fake name b/c ! this was her way of branching out and getting to know students w/o actually doing it lmao.

took a few of her classes online so she could leave school earlier, just b/c it was a major source of anxiety for her and like ... she couldn’t eat alone in the bathroom again. her mom was a little less ... restrictive, so maribel got a job.

or well ... she got a lot of jobs. maribel, being maribel, can hardly keep a job b/c she usually ends up fucking up real badly in an almost comical manner and getting fired.

on the otherhand, she had earned herself a partial scholarship and was debating over majoring in computer science or investigative journalism (her parents were very disapproving of her doing computer science, however, so she was likely to be forced into journalism) ... until the trip.

she went as a simple act of kindness, y’know, to give back to the community that she hardly knew.

and now here we are !! joining faction one b/c she knows of everybody there and they’re all her age and like ... she can’t be on her own or she’d actually die lmao so !

personality !!

god ... she’s awkward. like just, straight up awkward. she’s real bad at talking to others.

always tripping and stumbling over her words, and occasionally her own two feet. she’s constantly jittery and just like ... fidgety b/c she’s usually nervous. touch her hand. it’s shaking. why? she doesn’t know !

however maribel is like ... very very very nice. tries really hard to be kind to everybody and tries really hard 2 be a good pal to whoever makes their way into her life.

sorta kinda like ... adjusts her personality 2 match whoever she’s talking to b/c she wants to be likable. oh, you smoke marlboros? me too ! proceeds to cough a lung after inhaling one (1) cigarette. that sort of shit.

used to smoke a lot of weed but ! didn’t really do it that much in recent months. might increase now that her mom isn’t around but you never know. uuhh the rare times that she does drink it’s like ... a complete flip in her personality. becomes ms. extrovert, a flirt of flirts. but that’s very rare.

very hesitant with befriending people even tho she ! desperately wants friends ! she’s just a little untrusting ... a little worrisome ... believes she’s cursed to be a friendless loser for the rest of her life. so she’s definitely like .. a try hard too.

i mean like i don’t think ‘no’ is in her vocabulary ! she’ll do anything if u ask and like .. sound like u really want it. really just is seeking approval whenever possible.

squeaks like a mouse :/

rambles ! when she’s nervous ! and apologizes a lot.

she’s just like ... insecure and doesn’t expect anybody 2 remember her from anything jskdfg

easily bends to other’s will, easily manipulative / easy 2 step on / etc. etc.

she does smile and like ... laughs a lot tho ! b/c she tries rly hard to come off as like happy and optimistic and like ... not having deep-rooted issues with herself.

she’s a good kid, just a lil plain jane. can’t talk for shit but has given good written advice b4. is good w/ math n numbers but not much anything else.

she is really observant !! doesn’t rly use it to her advantage tho :/ she just makes mental notes ... writes shit in her diary b/c she 100% keeps n writes in her diary daily.

sort of lies abt herself too ! like it’s nothing serious but like ... she doesn’t rly want others to know how lame she is sdifkg

can be ... ditzy , lacking common sense, a little naive ... just wants everything to be okay :(

loves vintage stuff ! owns p much only vintage stuff ! also listens 2 like ... records exclusively like the dork she is. like soft indie pop and other shit.

has probably cried 2 mitski but like ... who hasn’t :/

literally only turned 18 like ... a few days ago ... she’s baby ...

wanted connections !!

god okay ... so like obv i would like some friends for her ... varying degrees of closeness.

idk somebody she has crushed on before / is crushing on currently .. but like, from afar, like she’d never talk to them but she can look !! and dream !! and write their names together in her diary

somebody use her b/c she’s so naive n like ... usable. idk what for but ! anything ! get her to steal shit ! get her to wreck shit or to lie for you or whatever !

like ... fake friends ... ppl who’ll throw her away once her purpose is done

alternately !! something pure n wholesome.

ALTERNATELY srsly though. wreck her shit. convince her you care for her n then betray her !!

conspiracy pals ... for the rare times she gets high ...

someone she flirted with once while drunk at like a party and now she’s embarrassed and avoids them :/

an ex-tutor b/c ... don’t think school’s in session anymore ...

ppl who genuinely want the best for her and like ... care for her as a living person.

someone who just cant stand ! that she’s so weak minded and malleable ! and rather than use her they just ... clash with her. cause arguments even tho maribel doesn’t rly... do that.

like someone just yell at her sdikfg

someone has to get her out of a sticky situation and they’re like ... Annoyed. might not wanna admit it but ! and she just feels bad

ppl who she’s definitely given a fake I.D. to

ppl who literally forgot she existed dkfmghg

someone for her to follow around like a lil puppy and sidekick !! b/c she doesn’t have a single independent thought !! someone she’s just rly trying to impress

someone found her diary and oh no ! it’s embarrassing !

c o r r u p t h e r. idk how ! seduce her ! make her look at the world differently ! ruin her ! DESTROY HER !

literally ... anything ...pleathe ... i’ll give u a penny.

#apogeeintro #ed tw #mental health tw

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sanhatation · 7 years ago

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ri’s thicc 2017 reflection post !

its still quite a few hours away from 2018 for me but i just wanted to take this time to reflect on my absolutely Lovely 2017!!! yay time 2 get sappy as i word vomit and overshare about my year on tumblr.com !!!!

thank you loads to all of my LOVELY followers !!!!!!!!! yall are the cutest, make my day on the daily ! i wish you the best 2018 that the world can offer !!! stay healthy, take time for yourself, love yourself, love others, and be kind! 💓💓

this Riley Rant here, is gonna be here for me than anything. like a Fat journal entry !! and i am an Oversharer so here she goes [jeopardy music]

to begin, i have met and befriended so many amazing people on here this year and WOW!!!!!! lovely and supportive and talented, beautiful aroha friends??? it doesnt get better than that!!!!! i would attempt to tag all of u but yall know who u are ;)) im endlessly grateful to those of you who have really made being on here worth it. heck ya sometimes im like “why do i even spend time on here” but then!!!! idk sunny comes swingin in with just a heart full of love or sara comes swingin in with her eggs or marian comes swingin in with her rare pairs or j comes swingin in with her baking posts and thats not even HALF of it !!!!! seriously.....love you guys tons.

to my friends who i have had the pleasure of remaining your friend this year and getting closer to u !! i love you. i really dont know how yall handle me especially 2015/2016 me?? a MESS! yall are the REALEST. again, yall know who u are ;)) i hope we can continue to talk and have fun in 2018, i wish yall the best.

and lastly....heres a THICC shoutout to my six shining stars.

as for me as an individual, 2017 was a freaking Whack year. it was incredible....dare i say, iconic. and now its time for.....RILEY’S 2017 HIGHLIGHTS !!!!!! (also includes: the sucky parts bc even those allowed me to grow !)

- man, did 2017 start out pretty rough when my country decided it was a good idea to elect a freakin cheeto for president. however! i had the lovely opportunity to attend the women’s march at my capital the day before inauguration !! and it was powerful!!!! truly an experience ill treasure forever!

- binch....thank u Winter Dream for my whole life. tbh i wont forget sobbing at my best friend’s house when it dropped. thank u Miss Again Dance Practice. thank u Miss You & Me MV. thank u Miss Cotton Candy Choreography. thank u.

- ah.....when some pinhead started that tr*mp chanting at a basketball game lol! so iconic that we made the new york times! gotta love that....

- OMG !!! HOW TO SUCCEED !!!! an absolutely amazing experience. granted, the male lead was a Snake, but i had a blast. Rosemary will forever be close to my heart and ill always cry a little when i hear Brotherhood of Man or Paris Original !! such an awesome opportunity. i learned a frick ton about myself as a performer. i improved a ton in acting and dancing, and also came to learn that i am very good at receiving instructions and memorizing lines quickly. i learned that i need to work on some of my facial expressions and i also learned some of my habits ! i miss u Queenie H2$ :’’)

- had my first tap dance performance ever??? i really enjoyed learning tap, and i hope to pick it back up in the future !!!!

- BIIIIIINCCH i had the opportunity to visit my sister in korea!!!!!!! wow.....truly the BEST week of my entire year, maybe even LIFE! i went to the dog cafe, the sheep cafe, mcountdown, the lunar festival kick off, gwanghwamun palace, dongdaemun, shopped a ton around hongdae, ate food by the han river, visited namsan tower (but not without getting lost), hit the noraebang TWICE, walked into a private Fantagio board meeting, ate delicious chicken on a STIIICK, ran in the rain, ordered delivery mcdonalds, had the BEST fried chicken, met a bunch of monks, was led around dongdaemun by a very old korean man, SAW EUNWOO AND DOYEON AND RECEIVED MUCH LOVE AND NEARLY DIED, hit the convenience store literally every day, snuck out, GOT A WAVE FROM KEY :((( , bought Winter Dream and lots of skin care products and lots of cute clothes, had the clearest skin ive ever had in my life, went to a buddhist temple, witnessed a drunk man fall into the splits inbetween the ground and the subway, ran up and down 1000 subway stairs, fell in love with a man named Peanut, drank too much banana and strawberry milk, sobbed my face off at the festival as korean grandmas bowed to me, tried tons of new foods (including the nastiest bowl of cheese ramyun ive ever had in my life), bought lots of socks, rode an airplane for......like 40 hours in total? literally the best week of my Life

- had my junior vocal recital ! it was a cute girl. i felt my acting had really improved since sophomore voice recital !!

- had prom on my 17th birthday and had a jolly good time !!! my mom made my dress and i felt like a Stunner

- dream pt. 01...she rly is that Bad Bih. best era. miss her loads. none of us ever deserved her.

- les mis !!!!!! two whole weeks.....another Best Time. i learned so much, made so many lifetime friends, had a blast, sang my heart out.....such a freaking good time. i miss her

- got to spend the ENTIRE summer with momo!!!!!!!!!!! literally the ENTIRE!!!!! and what did we do? hit the park, watched lemonade mouth and fantastic beasts and starstruck and that random unicorn movie, made the Best slime, made that ICONIC weki meki video, laughed a ton, cried a ton, stayed up all night for the sunrise, stayed later for the sunset & thunderstorm, walked home in the pouring rain & lightning (IT IS VERY WET), went to the beach, met many dogs, got me hairs cut, befriended that Cat, and went to a painting class

- cabin week !!!!!!!!!!! whatta lovely time

- my brother’s wedding !!!! honestly? my best outfit of the year... had a bangin time. his wife is truly a cutie and i love her tons!

- there was that Mess in august and i still feel sorry to those who felt hurt because of it. i learned a lot about how things especially on the internet can be easily misunderstood and misinterpreted, so u gotta be EXTRA careful with your words !

- through that i also came to accept that u cant get everyone to understand or like u, and tbh that is okay for now. all we can do when we make mistakes is try to understand & learn, apologize, and try to better ourselves. and sometimes even when u do that, u still may not be liked. and thats okay. as long as you are trying your best and recognize mistakes, its all good.

-skinny dipped at girls time wow what a freaking TIME

- woah dude i dropped out of my arts school lmao!!! the BIGGEST change in my life since 2014.;..wow! i dont even have the words to say how much stress was lifted off of me and i love senior yr !!!!

- momo came to CT!!!!!!

- seeing svt live !!!!! but tbh the best part was seeing momo, “I LOVE A MAN WHO CAN SEW”, “I!!!!!!!!!! LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JIHOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, “IM UNDERAGE”, and when Mo BLASTED to that other line

- LAKE COMPOUNCE LMAOOOOO I LOVE JIHOON PT2!!!!

- my mom, sister, and i took an eight week painting class! i finished two paintings and learned a ton!! honestly a good time

- dream pt. 02.....shes that other Bad Bih....absolutely adore her

- i also learned that its okay to cut people off who are toxic. especially if you have already informed them that they make u feel bad, they are not worth trying to please or keep around. take care of yourself. similarly, its okay to block people, and you dont owe them an explanation

- MADI CAME HOME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my other half...missed her so much :(((

- riley’s calligraphy christmas !!!!! was so much fun and i loved people’s reactions and i loved learning arohas favorite astro lyrics !!!

- ah...............one of the hardest weeks of my whole life. the pain still lingers, and i know itll hit me again like a boulder the next time we see only four of my angels standing on stage. for four months, i was worried sick about another member, and i even knew he was hurting, that his mental illness was real. my heart aches and there is a piece of it missing, but it will never be replaced. i know you are much happier now, jjong. i love you.

- and also because of that, i have been able to think a lot about how i live my life. thoughts like ‘am i watching out for my family and friends enough?’ ‘am i listening enough?’ ‘is this funny comment worth it?’ ‘am i happy?’ im trying to be better. to not take things for granted, to only be kind, to always be there for those i love, for those who love me. and i will try my hardest to not complain about small or petty inconveniences. to try harder to be optimistic.

- christmas was with my whole family for the first time in five years ;;; she was such a cute girl!

and now on to the next act !!!! its called RILEY’S NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS !!!!!!!!!!

1. lets start with the basic stuff that im 99% not gonna pull through on: keep ur room clean. keep everywhere u go clean, it makes mom upset. eat better, u know there is other foods in this house besides peanut butter and pepperoni and popcorn.

2. send out at least one Lovely Ask per day. i made this goal sometime over the summer, and i did it for a few months until i started to forget ;; its not that hard, u just gotta remember to do it !!

3. sis.....quit Procrastinating.......GET ur FREAKING application done...do ur homework the night before lmao! call who u need to !!! write those thank u cards!!!! go get them scholarships!!!! enter that graphic design contest lmao!!! just DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!! time is wasting

4. just be happy

#hot frick this is four pages on google docs FHFJJDSLASJ #anyway heres a word dump #if u actually read this......ur insane................and i love u #about me !#riley's thicc 2017 post #riley really really rambles

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Can you write a sungpil highschool au where Sungjin wants to ask Wonpil to go to prom with him

it’s been 1934802 years das why here please have 2.5k of rambling fl00f.

featuring: established high school boyfriends!sungpil, cool ex-gf!jihyo (twice), cousin dowoonnie~, and hopefully your love for my writing LMAO. please kudos and reblogs and comments ( ´ ▽ ` )b

sequel to this high school!AU.

prom comes after the annual spring festival, and sungjin wasn’t reallyinterested in wonpil’s affair before they were officially, lowkey-ly, dating.

when they were freshmen sungjin was already busy with debate club andgoing to guitar lesson after school, only finding out that his and wonpil’shome were on the same direction on one rainy evening when he didn’t bring anumbrella and wonpil had offered to go to the bus stop together, smiling cutelyat him with his crossed eyes and cute voice saying you’re always sleeping so you didn’t notice me.

on their sophomore days sungjin finally understood that wonpil was indeed popular on their school outing tohong kong. girls from different classes honest to god swarmed around wonpil totake turn posing for selca or group selca with him at disneyland’s twentydifferent tourist spots, which was quite understandable because even sungjin,last year, could tolerate such cute sight. disneyland made him soft he hadthought the sun’s got nothing on wonpil’s radiant smile that was alwayspresent, no matter how exhausting those teen girls could be. also, last year,jihyo happened, and sungjin got his first kiss right during the fireworks show.

this year, sungjin is taking wonpil to prom.

if you told sungjin that he’d be this nervous asking his boyfriend toprom, he would have laughed in your face because a) him and wonpil?? and b)prom was never on his mind, not even last year when he and jihyo were still athing.

before her, sungjin got asked out to prom by a senior, a long-haired girlwho was the student council president and wore thick glasses despite public’smajority demand for her to take them off because they were right; she was wayprettier without them and sungjin, who was the vice president of the studentcouncil, turned her down because before jihyo, he never cared about anythingbut his studies and learning the chord of oasis’ wonderwall right to its core.

something that he didn’t think would come in handy a year later, rightnow, since he’s sure without liam gallagher crooning in his ears for months, hewouldn’t have the guts to ask wonpil out to prom.

“are you listening to me?”

sungjin tilts his head and when he blinks, he meets with wonpil’s cutepout just across the table. they’re at the burger king, enjoying a gap hourbefore their cram school starts.

“um,” sungjin grimaces. “…no?”

wonpil tuts, but he doesn’t dwell on it. he steals a sip of sungjin’scola instead, his grin is wide and cute and sungjin waits patiently for hisboyfriend to continue whatever it was. it’s been exactly a month since then andthey’ve been kissing a lot, really, wonpil is irresistible and sungjin is weak.

“doesn’t matter, i was just telling you about my cousin visiting this weekend,”wonpil says, eyes twinkling. “do you remember him? dowoonnie?”

the name rings a bell but the timing even more so. this weekend? but onsaturday sungjin is supposed to take wonpil out to busk in hongdae (apparently,wonpil can play the piano and he loves to sing) and he’s—like, supposed tosneakily strum in to wonderwall while asking wonpil out to prom.

“i think so?” sungjin mumbles with a slip of blank disappointment on hisface that he can’t control.

fortunately enough, wonpil missed it. he’s squealing as he takes a biteof his soggy fries. “yeay! would you come with us to coex aquarium? dowoonniewants to go there, and then to namsan tower.”

yeah, sungjin found out in the most amazing way that a lot of thingscould change in just one year because before wonpil, he wasn’t this anxious about a dance that marks aglorious end of their high school year.

the whole school is buzzing withprom spirit. it’s happening in four and a half weeks, after all, and it’s allthe senior students talk about during lunch break, at the restroom, and on gymclass. sungjin watches at least two girls from different classes asking wonpilout to prom cutely; one baking him a huge chocolate chip cookie and the othermaking a small banner that’s taped to wonpil’s desk, next to wonpil’scollection of b1a4’s photo cards. wonpil, being the school’s ulzzang slash cuteprince, turns them down politely, cutely, and somewhat handsomely sungjin feelsso proud that he’s his.

today, out of the blue, jihyo sendshim a message on kakaotalk, asking him to sit with her during lunch break atthe farthest table in the cafeteria. sungjin frowns but replies that he’ll bethere and he tells wonpil, off-handedly, that he’ll be having lunch with jihyoand leaves without a chance to see the fall on wonpil’s expression.

she’s there alone amidst the crowdedcafeteria, and sungjin makes a beeline to the cafeteria lady to buy a bottle ofpeach juice he remembers she likes to have last year.

“hi,” sungjin greets her with a smile.she looks… otherworldly with new hairstyle that sungjin sees only in passing.the trendy, thin fringe is framing her full cheeks nicely. she did her eyebrowsand put on some faded red lip tint, probably from that one brand her favoriteidol boy group is endorsing.

she grins when sungjin slides thepeach juice to her.

“you don’t forget,” she says in ateasing tone and sungjin scoffs. “what are you having?”

“i think it’s fried kimchi leftoverfrom breakfast,” sungjin answers, unlocking his lunch box. “yep. at least mymom fried two eggs ha ha ha.”

“no veggies?”

“no veggies.”

“here have mine.”

sungjin peeks at jihyo’s lunch boxand sure enough it’s always so colorful with four different kinds of sidedishes and white rice. he wants the salted spinach and she dumps it all to hiskimchi fried rice.

they eat in silence at first.

and then sungjin’s phone pings witha kakaotalk notification from wonpil.

Whr r U? (;___;)

sungjin snorts a laugh that getsjihyo curious.

“it’s wonpil,” sungjin says, notreally seeing the need to explain who wonpil is because everybody knows theschool’s cute prince.

Cafeteria. Want anything?

“you seem close to him lately,”jihyo hums, “you two go to the same cram school right, with brian?”

r U rly with jihyo?

“brian… from hanlim? yeah. you knowhim?”

“he’s my friend from middle school.”

right after jihyo tells him that,sungjin reads wonpil’s reply and lets out a loud ahh.

Yes, but I told you. What is it?

“anyway what’s your plan for prom?”

sungjin, who is bewildered bywonpil’s cryptic reply, groans and jihyo leans forward to take a look atsungjin’s phone, her black hair tickling sungjin’s nose due to their proximity.

“you named him ‘wonpil-ie cutie’?” and she sits back with a resounding laugh thatmakes sungjin smile.

“he did that himself!” he retortsand goes back to his lunch, phone and wonpil’s cryptic reply forgotten. “youasked me something though. what was it?”

jihyo sits up straighter at hiscasual question. what she asks him next caught sungjin off guard. he came uponher request without having any initial premonition yet here he is, sittingtogether at the crowded cafeteria sharing lunch like they didn’t break up withjihyo in tears because of how insensitive sungjin was. is. what did he expectwhen he agreed to meet her for the first time after what happened? and is jihyoreally asking him out to go to prom with her, especially with all what he wassupposedly done her wrong last year?

“why… me?” sungjin doesn’t get it.

“why not?” there’s a challenge fromjihyo’s crisp voice. “unless you’ve asked someone and she said yes.”

now that’s the thing. sungjin hasn’tasked wonpil, his boyfriend, who’s definitely not a she.

“i can’t go to prom with you,jihyo-yah,” sungjin clears his throat, feeling it closing up on him. he feelslike he’s at fault just like the last time he and jihyo sat together over pastaand sugary drinks. “sorry.”

“huh,” jihyo pauses, puts herchopsticks down, and her smile reaches her big, doe eyes when she states with aclarity, “you don’t want to.”

“i—that’s—” sungjin splutters because she’s still smiling as if sungjin’srejection means the world to her. “jihyo-yah, what are you talking about?”

“it’s okay, never mind,” she offersas an explanation, shrugs, and begins cleaning up her half-eaten lunch box. inanother minute, she’s already on her feet. when sungjin blinks, she presses akiss to the top of his head and leaves, taking the peach juice with her.

on saturday, sungjin picks up wonpil on his house and dowoon is a cutekid with cute nose and cheeks and a fantastic baritone that doesn’t suit hisoverall cuteness. they have never interacted whenever dowoon happened to visitand sungjin happened to look, but dowoon is already teasing sungjin whofoolishly gapes at what wonpil is wearing for their babysitting date today;large white and navy pinstripes shirt tucked in some kind of tight, black dresspants showing his slim ankles and a pair of black shoes sungjin is not surewhat they’re called, probably some city in ngland or something.

“take a picture, sungjin-hyung, it’ll last longer,” dowoon sing-songs,swinging his and wonpil’s entwined hands together in the air, taunting sungjinbecause he’s only fifteen. that brat.

“har har,” sungjin growls, rolling his eyes as he pushes his sweatinghands in the front pockets of his baggy jeans.

they take the subway and continue with the bus to reach the coexaquarium. sungjin pays for their entry tickets after dowoon ends his andwonpil’s debate of who should do what. wonpil will pay for their lunch with thepocket money from his parents, and he buys a shark plushie for his cousinbecause he says the shark looks like dowoonnie~

sungjin sighs. it’s going to be a long day.

they watch the actual sharks and penguins and takes pictures on therainbow lounge and the undersea tunnel. come to think of it, this is sungjin’sfirst time going on a date (shut up this one counts, okay) that’s not the mallor burger king. heck, they haven’t even visited the lotte indoor amusement parklike a normal, high school couple!

sungjin jumps quietly when he feels wonpil’s warm fingers trailing hisknuckles before hooking his thumb to sungjin’s pinky. dowoon is in the toiletand wonpil takes a step closer.

“hey.” wonpil murmurs, smiling shyly. he smells like vanilla.

“hey,” sungjin uses his own thumb to graze the soft skin of wonpil’shand. “you look great today.”

“so i don’t look great the other day? and the day before that?” wonpilpouts, but the sparks on his eyes betray him. “ugh, i want to hug you.”

“well,” sungjin snorts, spreading his arms, bringing wonpil’s left armwith him too because he doesn’t let go of their linked fingers. “go on.” it’sso easy to just pull wonpil towards him, but sungjin doesn’t usually do that.initiating skinship is wonpil’s unofficial job.

“maybe later.” wonpil looks down, then up, and giggles, “you look greattoday.”

“do i?”

“yeah.”

“your cousin is cute.”

“how about me?”

“you’re always cute.”

“hmmm, how about jihyo?”

“what about her?”

“gross, you two are too close!” dowoon yells in his fantastic baritone,separating sungjin from wonpil with his wet hands, most likely wiping the restof the moisture on sungjin’s black t-shirt. jesuschrist.

dowoon drags wonpil to the garden of jellyfish and they decide to finishthe tour before going to the nearest jajjangmyun restaurant to have late lunch.

dowoon gets to eat from wonpil’s bowl after his is emptied, and sungjinasks what is he going to do with all that carbo. wonpil flicks him on theshoulder and says, like an offended pet owner, that dowoonnie needs all that carbo to grow taller!

if only dowoon didn’t give him such smugsmirk sungjin would have let it slide.

sungjin feels a tug on the hem of his black t-shirt, then a hand seekinghis. they’re queueing to get on the cable car to reach namsan tower, and wonpilsays in a very small voice,

“i’m afraid of height.”

oh. that’s new. sungjin had never known this. but if his memory serveshim right, wonpil didn’t take scary rides at disneyland last year. wait. ifwonpil has acrophobia, how did he manage to stay calm during the plane ride??

sungjin looks up to find dowoon staring at their hands. their gazes meetnanosecond later, and the brat does a mehrong then looking away, whistling atune like he witnessed nothing.

oh.

“what do you need me to do?” sungjin asks, quietly. he bends his knees sohe can look at wonpil’s paling before him. he really wants to hug his boyfriendright now.

“please stay close?” despite his blatant fear, wonpil is smiling though,the cat’s whiskers on the apple of his cheeks are twitching from how nervous heis. “don’t let go.”

“i promise.” sungjin hums and envelopes wonpil’s thin wrists with hislarger hands, then switches to just one hand as he leads the three of them toenter the cable car. the floor sways a little as people crowding in, andsungjin gently pushes wonpil to the corner where he can shield wonpil’s visionfrom their surrounding with his body. he doesn’t know at what extent iswonpil’s acrophobia, but he will do his best to make the ride comfortable forhis boyfriend.

“where’s dowoon?” wonpil asks, clutching at sungjin’s upper arms.

“i’m here wonpil-hyung,” dowoon chirps just a foot away from them, phonein hand while the other holding onto the yellow ring above. “you okay?”

wonpil nods and buries his face on the crook of sungjin’s neck.

sungjin can feel wonpil’s lithe body trembling as the cable car shakesand begins its ascent. he really really reallywants to rub comforting circles somewhere on wonpil’s body but they’re inpublic. wonpil digs his nails to sungjin’s skin, whimpering when the cable carjerks as it passes another one descending and sungjin wraps an arm aroundwonpil’s waist, steadying him.

“alright?”

“yeah.”

their loud heartbeats are in a matching rhythm.

“hey,” sungjin swallows, “um. will you go to prom with me?”

“of course i will go to prom with you!” wonpil squeaks then closes hismouth in his trademarked cute way, a blush is slowly decorating his pale face.sungjin grins, not caring about some people—couples,really, they should have known how nerve-wracking it is to ask your boyfriendto prom—around them who turn their heads because of wonpil’s squeaking.

“are you insane?” wonpilhisses, pouting. “of course i will go to prom with you.”

“of course,” sungjin chuckles, “i’m sorry.”

wonpil huffs, cutely, of course, and refuses to acknowledge sungjin’s presenceonce they get off the cable car, pulling at dowoon’s hand to hurriedly climbthe stairs to reach their destination. sungjin shrugs, admits that it’s hisfault for worrying about nothing and throws a candy at dowoon who flips him athumbs up with that infuriating, fifteen year olds cheeky smile.

#day6writersnet #sungpil #sungjin #wonpil #dowoon #day6 #day6 fic #day6 scenarios #kpop fic #* answered thank you #drabble #* le post

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athcnvs · 7 years ago

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hello, hello ! i’m adrienne (she/her), but dri is cool too ! i’m seventeen and live in the pst ! i’m honestly just a huge mess, but could it be that athena is an even bigger mess ?! stay tuned to find out ! o ya pls hmu to plot even tho i’m not very good at it despite rping for, unfortunatedri, 1/3 of my life,,, pls do not do the math,,, ah ha

[ MUSE C ] is that KIM JISOO? since when was she a class of 2017 penn state graduate? oh, wait, nevermind, it’s just ATHENA CHAE. she’s TWENTY ONE years old, majored in COMPUTER SCIENCE, and NAMED HER ELECTRIC GUITAR AFTER PAT BENATAR. she’s a bit STUBBORN and EVASIVE, but also very AFFABLE and ARTICULATE. i heard she’s off to a villa in maui with a group of her friends, but as the resident FACADE, who knows how far she’ll go until her friend vacation turns into total island madness? (cis female, straight)

okay, to start, i would like to say that athena is the epitome of the “this is fine” meme, which is also why i chose her label “the facade.” it’s not because she’s a fake person but rather that she often pretends that, well, everything is fine. no one ever believes her when she says that, though. she wants to appear strong & capable with direction in her life, but she actually has no clue what she’s doing.

in terms of her history, she grew up in a nuclear family with a younger sister named artemis (her parents really liked greek mythology), & they were five years apart in age. their parents wanted both of them to either be engineers or doctors, & for the most part, neither of them desired to follow that dream. growing up, athena had really taken to music. she was enrolled in piano lessons as a child & got up to level 8 through her exams. alongside that, she learned to play bass in her middle school orchestra & taught herself how to play the guitar, aside from a couple classes. when she entered high school, she auditioned for the intermediate jazz band, playing bass there for a year before moving up to the advanced jazz band. music really was a passion for athena, & her parents supported that passion by attending all of her concerts, but they still wanted her to pursue a more stable career. they said that she shouldn’t waste her intelligence. they also wouldn’t fund her if she decided to major in music. she, although a bit offended, didn’t want to cause any chaos with her parents, so she actively tried to find something she could get into. she found success when she took an ap computer science class during her junior year, finding it rather easy in comparison to her classmates. her parents were pleased when she told them that she was considering comp sci as her major, despite the fact that she wasn’t really passionate about it. however, she knew that a lot of people were going into it purely for a monetary goal, so she felt that her reasoning wasn’t that bad. so that’s exactly what she did. she applied to a few uc’s as well as other out-of-state universities, & even though she was accepted into ucsd, which had a great computer science program, she wanted to be suuuper away from her parents (aka opposite coast) & have a sense of freedom in her choices, so she committed to penn state, which had a pretty good cs program as well. athena didn’t change her major at any point during her college career (even obtaining a minor in music as a result of having available units for classes -- her parents didn’t find out until the ceremony), but after graduating, she doesn’t really know what to do. she feels that the trip with the pythons will be a chance for her to clear her head of these worries & just enjoy her time for once.

personality-wise, it’s quite easy to get along with athena when things are light. she’s definitely an extrovert, & conversations with her often result in random rambles. on the loquacious side, her words don’t always get filtered out, which leads a lot of people to believe that she’s an open book. however, just because she’s talkative, it doesn’t mean that she’s necessarily unloading all of her feelings & secrets. friends that she’s not that close with think they know her inside & out, but they couldn’t be more incorrect. she presents herself in a way that appears put together & certain, but the few that she puts her faith in have picked up on the fact that she’s more lost than ever. athena really hoped that the “fake it until you make it” mentality would save her, but she just felt like a fraud. she wondered if she was wasting her talent & intelligence like her parents had feared.

despite the fact that athena experiences a lot of emotions, she has no idea how to handle them. when things start to get a bit more real, she tries to avoid feelings & utter honesty. this ranges from masking how she really feels with sarcasm to attempting to change the topic. in any case, she doesn’t have the ability to take things all that seriously. this causes problems when she’s at fault. athena is the type of person that says that she’s trying to improve herself but never really changes due to being stubborn. it’s hard for her to apologize when she knows the other party did nothing wrong & she was the one who hurt the other. she can’t face the people she hurts, so she just avoids having to confront them, which brings me to the next bullet point.

people joke around, saying that athena is a heartbreaker, but they’re not necessarily wrong. it could be a fear of attachment, commitment, or both, but when relationships come into play, she can’t do it. similar to her stance on emotions, it’s hard for her to have something serious. in theory, the idea of loving someone romantically sounds nice to her, but in reality, it’s difficult. she doesn’t know if it’s because she stresses about her public image, the inability to settle, or some other internal fear, but despite the fact that she would like a relationship, she just can’t. oftentimes when she makes a new guy friend, she gets nervous that they might develop feelings for her. most of the time when they do, she slowly detaches herself from them, becoming more distant, texting less often. athena once went on a date with one of them, hoping that, maybe, she could allow this to turn into something. she liked the feeling of affection, she liked the attention she got from him, but after the date, she ceased communication. she avoided him in person. she couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her, if anything.

there was one instance where she thought she felt something for a boy. it was her friend in high school. the two met in jazz band & were incredibly close. they hit it off instantly, & in their junior year, they became that duo. the two you assume are dating but aren’t actually. people publicly anticipated it, & soon enough, athena started catching feelings for him. however, it wasn’t reciprocated. their friends were impressed by their ability to stick together through the pressure others put on them to get together. someone remarked that people either end up hating each other or falling for each other. what that person didn’t know was that the events were not mutually exclusive. her best friend slowly began to resent her, for he had an interest in someone else, but the rumors about the two of them prevented anything serious from happening. he started to notice her flaws, & only her flaws. he started becoming distant, avoiding her after classes & texting her less. she would apologize for whatever she did to make him act that way toward her, but her apologies served nothing. it wasn’t necessarily her fault, but she continued to blame herself throughout the entirety of her senior year, while still clinging onto him. she didn’t want to let go of what they used to have. how close they were. emotionally, it tore her apart, & it wasn’t until they graduated & went their separate ways that she finally felt liberated of the burden. athena sometimes looks back at this event in her past & wonders if it had anything to do with how she is now & why she can’t get attached. it did.

she often plays along with the joke about her being a heartbreaker, but she actually feels pretty lonely

one time a friend asked her if she enjoyed breaking hearts & she didn’t know the answer

athena is quite self-aware, & she acknowledges her faults, but she doesn’t do anything about them. she also acknowledges the fact that she doesn’t do anything about them & lies to herself about the fact that she’s trying to change. it’s a bit paradoxical, really

nevertheless, she is generally a friendly person as long as you don’t make her uncomfortable. when she’s uncomfortable, she avoids at all cost !

tries not to hurt people but ends up hurting people anyway in attempts of not hurting them,,, her second label could be the paradox tbh

fun facts:

athena owns an electric guitar & an electric bass, named benny & count bass-ie, respectively. she chose the name “benny” because she’s absolutely in love with pat benatar’s music, & “count bass-ie” because she loves jazz & couldn’t simply pass up the chance at that word play. she considered the name “pat ben-guitar” but couldn’t take herself seriously enough to commit to it.

she has relative pitch

since sophomore year of high school, athena has been uploading covers on youtube, typically accompanied on-screen with her guitar, but she edits in her bass guitar in post. i would imagine that she sounds like sarah lee.

she is asexual heteroromantic

although she doesn’t play often, she is a sombra/lucio main on overwatch, & yes, she is aware of the difficulty in playing sombra. she’s decent at it.

her favorite studio ghibli film is kiki’s delivery service

she has a tendency to impulse buy mugs, especially at target. don’t take her to target. she will buy 6 mugs in one trip.

speaking of fun facts, she loves fun facts ! prepare for 2am texts about how humans share 50% of their dna with bananas. shookt,,, she's actually a huge nerd wow

o ya her hair color's just dark brown bc jisoo's new hair is rly cute but athena could never commit to that

#☾✧.° — unfortunatedri !#villaintro #i forgot abt the tag #im so sry im a mes s #i s2g ill plot w u guys when i get myself to gether

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File #666

“So let me get this straight, Yoongi: you’re saying that this thing is the reason why your friends were found hanging from the ceiling fan? That this was the thing that nearly killed them?”

Yoongi’s convinced a double suicide attempt is actually a murder, and you’re busy stalking a comatose student’s blog.

request - 666: for continue file #666 from welcome to ff.net ; badpasta gone cereal.

horror triggers apply.

5.5k words, horror/thriller, yoongi + reader, college/cop au.

You tug the thick manila folder from the stack of files. File #666, marked as “resolved.” You take it from the storage and back to your cubicle. Ruminate over the case a bit. In a strange, twisted way, it’s funny: for months, members of the department had been making bets and dark-humored jokes about what the six hundredth and sixth case would be. Would it be bizarre? Or something more commonplace?

When case #665 turned out to be the kidnapping of twenty-six schoolchildren and gained international attention, speculations for case #666 grew exponentially. A mass murder. A mysterious outbreak. Or maybe someone would actually manage to summon Satan.

And yet, after all the debates and guesses, case #666 turned out to be a double suicide attempt. It’s uncommon—of course, but it was underwhelming compared to all the expectations it had garnered. You lay the folder on your desk before taking a seat. Two college students. Roommates. Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. You review their profiles, just to make sure that nothing’s been changed.

Nothing has, as expected.

According to the case file, one of them was a blogger—Jimin, you think—and a link to the blog is hastily scribbled on the bottom corner of the folder:

mochi-min. university . blog . com

Dutifully, you type the URL into your browser.

The notes in the folder say that nothing of importance was found on the website; it was simply a loose, carefree, lifestyle blog. The last few entries talked about gaming—but the psychologist’s notes say that the “sudden recession” into “nostalgic times” and the “gaming world” suggest the two stressed students were simply “trying to find an escape from reality.”

And eventually, the two boys realized that the ultimate escape was Death itself, not a digital world of fantasy. So, together, they tied each other’s nooses and hung themselves from their ceiling fan.

Or so the story goes.

You think back to your talk with Yoongi earlier, the way his voice was cracked with desperation, determined to prove the facts wrong. The webpage finally loads.

The minimalistic layout is aesthetic, functional, and the sidebar contains a sunny biography of the blogger:

Jimin. University, ‘19. I love giving advice and writing about my day!!! Dance is my passion and graphic design is my major. Hmu ! ig: @mochi-minz15 sc: @pjm995

Underneath the block of text is a small photo of Jimin. You study his face, compare it to the shots in his file. Yeah—that’s him.

You quickly skim over a few posts, not exactly lingering on a particular one, before sorting them based on chronological order, oldest to newest. Twenty-four entries total. Not bad. You’d been expecting more.

First post!!

“

Hey! I’m Jimin. As an up-and-coming college sophomore, I thought I’d start up this lifestyle blog to provide advice and other college-y things for my younger followers (or at least those who were as anxious and curious about the whole college thing as I was).

School doesn’t begin until next week, but um, here’s this post anyways. I guess I’ll see y’all laters!

”

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“You’re still on that case?”

Heejun’s voice startles you. Talk about meddling co-workers—seriously. You swear that he and Sehun are the nosiest and biggest gossipers you’ll ever meet.

“Huh–wha–yeah, duh,” you say, turning around to face him. He’s got a mildly amused look on his face, one arm resting casually on your cubicle.

“Didn’t we all conclude it was just a double suicide attempt by two stressed college students?”

“No, you guys did,” you say, turning back to the blog. You’ve still got twenty-three more entries to read. “I wasn’t even assigned to the case, so I never got a say in the manner.”

“So why now?” Heejun shifts his posture. “Why all this sudden interest? And why don’t you think it’s a suicide attempt?”

You turn back to him; it feels a bit awkward talking at a computer. “I was contacted by their best friend, you see. And, funny thing is, their best friend is actually my–oh, what is it? My sister’s cousin-in-law?” Heejun raises his brows skeptically. “Well anyways, we knew each other - kind of - and he insisted that Jimin and Taehyung’s case wasn’t just a suicide.’”

“Then what is it? An almost-successful double murder attempt?” He shoots you a look and you shrug, knowing that a double murder attempt on a college campus is significantly less likely—and plausible—than a double suicide attempt. Heejun crosses his arms.

“I mean, I guess, since besides suicide, there’s no other plausible reason as to why they were both found hanging from the ceiling fan… Thank god Yoongi–that’s their best friend’s name by the way–found them when he did, and the paramedics came when they did, because otherwise those boys would’ve been goners.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be too sure about that. They’re both unresponsive and in critical care. They might be still be goners after all.”

“Have some sensitivity,” you say, and chuck a book at him. He smirks as he straightens up, carefully running a hand through his perfect hair. Prick.

“But seriously, why is that Yoon–Yoonji, was it?–guy so adamant about it being a sort of murder attempt? I can see why the murderer would try to hang them, you know, as a way to fool others into thinking it was a suicide, but what’s the motive? And this was done in a college dorm. Did no one hear any shouting? The walls are pretty thin. The room didn’t seem to show any signs of a struggle, which is weird because this is two full grown men we’re talking about. Not little grade schoolers who will follow you around anywhere ‘long as you got KitKats.”

“KitKats are good,” you say defensively. “But yeah no—that’s what I don’t get either. Who’d want to kill two average, not-rich-but-not-poor college students? What’s there to gain? A higher ranking? A slightly quieter dorm? Was someone jealous that the two of them managed to score a suite? I don’t get it, and Yoongi didn’t have many ideas either, but he vehemently insisted that Jimin and Taehyung would never do that, and that they did not seem to exhibit any signs of depression.”

“And, despite the lack of evidence to back up the claims other than pure intuition, you believed him and are currently studying the case right now.”

“…Yes.”

“On your own free time.”

“…Yes.”

“Please tell me that at least that Yonghi guy or whatever is helping you.”

“Yoongi was actually planning on starting his own investigation, if I hadn’t agreed. So, yes.”

Heejun still continues to look at you judgmentally, so you turn away.

“Well,” he says. “Suit yourself. Don’t forget: we got another briefing at 1.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Friend opened a new shop !

“

So have any of you guys heard of Etsy? I actually didn’t know what it was until one of my friends opened up this like… shop on it. Or at least that’s how he describes it.

Anyways, I went on the website and it looks pretty cool. Kinda like a hipster E-bay and super (SUPER) artsy. My friend asked me to do a promo for him on here, so here it is:

https:/ /www .etsy .com/shop/JoonDaily

He likes to design his clothes and is practically a fashion snob in that respect, but his stuff (I hate to admit it) actually looks really nice… So y’all should go check it out!

”

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The web page buffers for a while before the “no connection” sign comes up. You sigh, tuck your phone back into your pocket. The speeding subway car careens through the tunnel, heading towards Yoongi’s dorm. You check the time—5:06. You’re running a bit late, no thanks to Heejun.

“...the next stop is…”

You get up.

“So?” you say. “Come up with any new ideas?”

Yoongi shrugs. He’s still moody as ever—but now there’s this unsettling darkness about him. Determination. Vengeance. Everything brewing just beneath the surface of his pale skin, his lips thinned into a harsh line.

“I visited their dorm yesterday,” he says.

“Oh? How?”

“Got a key.” He flashes it at you before pocketing it. “Tae used to forget his all the time, so I ended up with a copy. Got it illegally replicated, but that’s beside the point.”

“Not sure if you were supposed to tell that to a cop, but okay.”

He gives you a wry smile. “But right now I consider you my partner in crime.”

You shrug. “Sure.”

“Anyways,” he says, brushing past you and towards the door. “I think that, before I say anything, you should go take a look, too. I saw some pretty… interesting things in there.”

Your chest constricts.

What I do in my Downtime

“

A few of you guys have been asking about what I do in my freetime/downtime—especially since I keep on telling you all that I have so much more of it now that I’m in college.

Well, most of the time I just sit in my dorm and blog, or I’ll go and hang out with my friends. Or I’ll hit the gym.

Recently, though, I’ve been getting kinda nostalgic for the old days—like, the way old days—so I’ve been kinda playing a few childhood games like Smash and Mario Kart. I actually just downloaded this PC version of Pokemon Emerald from, quite frankly, a sketchy website. I don’t think I got any viruses or anything, though. Hopefully.

So. Anyways. I really encourage people to join clubs—I’m part of a few myself—because they give you a community, and they’re always doing fun stuff so you’re never bored. Don’t be like me, though. Actually attend the meetings and get involved. I mean, I do attend some and such, but like… it’s a lot better to be really involved in one club. That’s when things get super fun, because then you really connect with everyone over that one interest….

In the meantime, you can catch me catching ‘em all…. In Pokemon Emerald (I haven’t started it yet, been kinda busy. But I’ll begin it next week and maybe post about my progress on here?)!

”

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jungl3-c00kie5 commented: wow college sounds lik so much fun. lmao nxt yr vs me in smash ill shcool u also how much can you benchpress jw

“Just before we go in,” you say, “I just wanted to let you know that I brought their file with me.”

Yoongi nods wordlessly and pushes the door open. “Okay.”

“And according to the file, Taehyung was genderfluid.”

“And?” The door squeaks open. Just as the files say, there appear to be no signs of a struggle; it’s disorderly, yes, but nothing seems to be… violently tossed about. No blood on the walls, or scuffs in the paint.

“He was struggling with his sexual identity and appeared to be having trouble coming to terms both with himself and his parents.”

Yoongi looks annoyed. “Look, I know what you’re thinking, but he—he was making it, okay? He was doing well, and we were working on it, and he was slowly just getting his parents to understand.”

“And do you know if he ran into any...problems shortly before his suicide? His parents didn’t tell the cops anything of the sort—but maybe you know?”

“No,” he says bluntly. “I don’t know, but I doubt there wasn’t much of anything. Not when he had so much to live for.”

He leads you into their living room. There are no bodies, but the sense of horror is still in the room, lingering by the ceiling fan. Silently. You and Yoongi both know it and wordlessly move onto their shared bedroom.

“Yoongi,” you say, softly. His back faces you. “I know this might sound a bit… rude but… are you sure you aren’t in… denial?”

He flinches. His fists clench. You steel yourself. And then his fists unclench, and he takes a deep breath.

“Think what you want.”

You chew your bottom lip.

“Come on,” he says, jerking his chin over towards a desk. “I need to show you something.”

He heads over to a laptop, which sits open and blank. It’s been turned off. Yoongi slowly, deliberately pushes it aside, revealing a gray-black skid mark along the cream-colored wall.

“Here,” he says, pointing at the mark. “I was sent over here to help collect the valuables and have them shipped back to their families.”

You nod. “And so what’s so special about this mark?”

“It’s a long story, but in short, I’m 90% sure it’s from the laptop, which means that Jimin—that’s whose desk this is—must’ve like, pushed or thrown this thing against this wall to create such a mark. And like, he’s Jimin. He treasures his computer a lot. Hardly lets anyone touch it and is such a neat freak—like, look. He wipes his keyboard and screen daily. Not a speck of dust. Well, now there is, but before there wouldn’t be.”

Yoongi takes in a deep breath and you urge him to continue. “So he must’ve like, saw something or heard something frightening while on his computer… But I don’t know what. It must’ve been really scary, though.”

“Maybe he was watching horror movies? And this mark could’ve been there before either of them even moved into the apartment. Or it may have appeared during moving. How are you so sure?”

Yoongi shakes his head, slightly frustrated. “Jimin’s a wuss. He wouldn’t do that. And even if he did, he wouldn’t like, throw his computer. One time Jungkook pulled a scare prank on him, and all he did was scream at the screen and back away. This—it’s almost like….” Yoongi shakes his head. “It’s almost like he sensed danger from the computer itself.”

He pauses and meets your skeptical gaze. “Oookay. But that still doesn’t explain how you know that it came from the laptop, and was pretty recent.”

He shrugs. “I’ve done tests. I’ll submit them to you later.”

You narrow your eyes. “Sure, I’ll take a look at them.” You lean in, study the skid mark. Straighten up. “Okay,” you say. “So let’s just go along with this theory you’ve got here. Jimin sees something on his screen, sense his computer is a dangerous object, gets scared, throws and-or pushes it against the wall out of fright. What did he see? And what happens after that? Something crawls from the screen and hangs both him and his roommate?”

Yoongi sighs and deflates slightly. “It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”

You say nothing.

“Hey, you know,” he says. “You said you brought the files, right? Mind if I take a look at them?”

“You’re technically not allowed to,” you reply. “But if it helps us both, then I don’t mind sharing information. You just need to ask for it specifically.”

“Fair enough.”

“He had a blog?”

“You know, for someone who claims to be his best friend, I’m very surprised to know that you didn’t know he had one,” you say. “I mean, so many of his other friends did.”

“I mean like, I did, but I thought it was just some kind of hipster-fluffy-animals Tumblr kind of blog, not like, a legit blog!” Yoongi sounds astounded. “Damn.”

“Well, now you know.”

“Hold up,” he says. “Let me—lemme check this out. How many entries have you read up to?”

“There’s only twenty-four. I’ve read through most of them. Want to look at the rest together? The ones at the beginning didn’t really say much at all.’

“Okay.”

He chuckles at the screen as it loads, comments how the layout is “so Jimin.” He visits the Etsy link, blanches, exits. Most of posts are, just as the file says, carefree and loose.

My new Addiction

“

Oh god, I think I’m addicted to Pokemon now. I’ve only just started Emerald and already I’ve got like, 10 hours on the game. Fuck. Thankfully midterms are over but still…

(I even got my roommate hooked LOL)

Anyways, since we’ve already played this game before, my roomie and I are having a race to see who can beat it the fastest. Loser has to do chores for a week and make food. I’ve invested so much money in repellant it’s ridiculous… but hopefully I’ll be able to make it to the Elite Four like, tomorrow. Maybe.

Oh—almost forgot. I don’t know, maybe it’s because it’s a PC version and such, but this copy of the game has got some really cool (and slightly creepy) mods. And glitches. Like some of the music gets played backwards—especially Lavender Town’s. Man, that is creepy as fuck, lol. And what’s really cool, though, is that some of the people you fight against will have more than 6 pokemon. Like, there was this dude who had 10 magikarps LMFAO.

For any of you guys wanting to play this version (some of you have asked me for the download link and I’ll post that later) just know that sometimes Pokemon in your party will get swapped out/go missing… so always make sure to save!

”

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jungl3-c00kie5 commented: lul kek

After that, the entries stop. There are no other updates after that date… And, with a twisting feeling in your gut, you note the post was made the day right before his death.

Yoongi knows it too, as his breathing stills for a second and he backs away slightly. “This—this is going to sound kind of crazy,” he says. “But do you think… the game… had anything to do with their deaths?”

“You think this is the thing that Jimin saw?”

“I—I don’t know!”

“It’s literally a rip-off Pokemon game. How… Would this kill them? In any way? And it’s two of them, mind you. Plus, to hang them…” You shake your head. “None of this is making sense. I’m sorry.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, just continues to stare at the ground.

“That brings me to another point, Yoongi.” He doesn’t respond, still lost in thought. You gently prod him on the shoulder.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?” He looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?” He looks away but this time you know he’s listening.

You take in a breath. “How did you know to go to their place at half-past midnight?”

Jimin groans and cracks his neck, flexes his fingers, knocks back a Coke. The taste is getting a bit overly sweet and the fizz is practically gone from sitting out so long, but he drinks it anyway. Outside, the insistent pitter-patter of rainfall threatens to lull him to sleep but he resists, shifting his position. He’s finally made it to the Elite Four, and there’s no way he’s calling it quits now. Not when he’s so close, and when he knows that Taehyung’s also hard at work playing in the living room.

Ah, rivalry. Jimin tips back his near-empty Coke can, tosses it towards the trash can. He misses. Shrugs. He’ll clean that up later—right now, he’s got to focus on beating the game. His PC finally manages to load up the scene, and, unsurprisingly the music is backwards. He rolls his eyes and turns his volume way down; it’s past midnight and he’s really not in the mood for creepy glitches right now.

The battle begins. The first of the Elite Four sends out her Pokemon and the sound it makes is uncharacteristically loud—especially with his volume turned down so low—and strangely, vaguely reminds him of a twisted cry.

It’s hard, no doubt. His Pokemon are pitifully underleveled—a downside to avoiding all possible confrontation and rushing through the game—and he’s only got a few potions and full revives on hand.

“Come on,” Jimin says under his breath. “I need that critical hit—gimme that critical hit, you can do it, I believ—YES!” He jumps up in his seat, ecstatic.

When he gets to Lance, however, Jimin is more than irked. First of all, Lance isn’t supposed to be in this game; the Dragon-type specialist is supposed to be Drake. However, that’s not what’s bothering him—what’s really pissing him off is the fact that all six of the Pokemon in his party have been replaced with unknowns. His annoyance increases when he realizes the unknowns spell out “UR DEAD.”

Seriously? What kind of sick joke was this? This was probably one of those dumb glitches or mods—only this time it came at one of the worst times. He’s practically blanching at the thought of having to restart and fight the other Elites all over again—especially since the main reason why he’s made it so far is purely by chance. And an immense amount of luck.

“Of course I’m dead now,” Jimin hisses at the screen. “All I’ve got are unknowns! You can’t expect me to go into this fight and win, especially since I don’t have Rayquaza with me now…” He glowers angrily at the Pokemon.

Internally, Jimin fights a raging battle. To restart or not to restart? He chews the inside of his cheek.

“Fuck it, ‘m goin’ in.”

He’s probably going to have to restart the game anyway, so he may as well give it a go. Maybe he’ll luck out.

The battle begins, and the music changes.

Lance sends out his first Pokemon—except, to his pure, unadulterated horror, Jimin sees himself and Taehyung. Bloodied and lifeless. The sound the thing unleashes is eerily akin to screams of terror, shrieks of pain. A violent shudder runs down his spine and, throat dry and heart pounding, he shoves his laptop away from himself.

It makes a loud thump against the wall; the screen flickers. Jimin stands up, staring wide-eyed at the screen. When it flickers back again, the image of him and Taehyung is no longer there. In its place is Lance’s signature Dragonite. No blood, no shrieking noises. Just an orange, big-eyed dragon. Jimin blinks, slowly. Was he—was he imagining things?

In the next room he can hear Taehyung curse out loud. He’s fine. It’s okay. He was just seeing things; sleep deprivation does that to you. He knows—he read it in a psych textbook once. Shakily, Jimin sits back down in his chair, carefully drags his laptop towards him.

It’s just a game, he tells himself. And it’s in his computer. Like, what’s it going to do to him? Flash the Blue Screen of Death? He laughs nervously. It’s fine, he’ll be fine, he just needs to finish the game… And then he can go over and gloat to Taehyung and they can laugh about all the dumb glitches. Yeah—that’s right. That’s what’s going to happen.

Thirty minutes later, Jimin stretches back in his seat, a happy—albeit tired—grin on his face. The final Pokemon screeches in defeat before disappearing into the ground. He’s finally beaten the Elite Four—somehow.

With a jump in his step, he triumphantly skips—and almost trips over various objects—to the living room, where he knows Taehyung will be sitting on the couch, PC in his lap, still furiously battling the Elite Four. He’s practically giddy with the thought of getting to see the defeated, disbelieving look on his roommate’s face.

Jimin sucks in a deep breath, grasps the handle, and throws the door open.

“Hey Tae? Guess wha—oh...fuck.”

He stares, horrified, at the shadowy, limp, very Taehyung-shaped body that swings ominously from the ceiling fan.

And then when he feels the foreign touch of fingers—no, those are bones, he realizes—on his shoulder and the brush of a skull against his cheek, he knows that he’s next.

The rough squeeze of the noose and the sudden up-and-down drop from the ceiling fan cut off his screams before they can begin.

Darkness is all that’s left.

Yoongi’s silent for a moment. And then, quietly, without moving to catch your eye, “What does the file say?”

You flip it open. “It says that you were going to sleep at their place after coming back from a party. Both because of the proximity and to allow your own roommate some… privacy.”

You look up at him, raise a brow. “But was that all it? The timing is almost impeccable. The coroner said they’d only been strangled for a minute or two before you’d found them. Granted, the nooses weren’t the best, but still.”

“I don’t know,” he says. “I mean, yeah, I was planning to crash at theirs after my roomie told me he was going to take some girl home, but I also felt this thing deep down telling me that something was really, really wrong. Call it a sixth sense or intuition or what—I just really felt a need to check on them.” He pauses, takes in a deep breath. “It sounds suspicious, I know. But just to be clear, I have an alibi.”

You nod. “I know. Otherwise I wouldn’t be so willing to help you.”

He swallows, then gestures at Jimin’s computer. “Um, so, about that game he was playing… He never got around to posting the download link, but I happen to know the password to his computer…”

“You’re planning to play that game?” You put a hand on your hip. “How do you know it’s still on there?”

“I don’t, but it won’t hurt to check.”

“So let me get this straight, Yoongi: you’re saying that this thing is the reason why your friends were found hanging from the ceiling fan? That this was the thing that nearly killed them?” You gesture at the computer.

He shrugs. “I mean, what else do we have?”

“That’s true, but…”

“All that’s left is to play and see. What’s there to lose?” Yoongi shakes the mouse and boots up the PC.

You roll your eyes. Whatever. “Who knows?”

Three hours later, and the two of you have yet to encounter any of the glitches that Jimin reported.

“That’s weird,” you say. “Could it be possible he may have been exaggerating them a bit…?”

Yoongi reaches back and scratches his head. “I don’t think so… But at the same time I can’t come up with any other reasonable explanation as to how this is so different…”

You shrug. “I don’t know—maybe giving all that suspense attracted more blog viewers. People do strange things to attract more views, you know. Just saying.”

Yoongi seems reluctant and lost. “Maybe there was something wrong with the wiring that would explain some of the sounds…” He continues to mutter to himself, checking the sides of the PC before picking it up entirely. “But how does the ethernet wire affect the speakers? Maybe I can take it over to the Geek Squad at Best Buy or something…”

You sigh, check the time. “It’s getting late, Yoongi. I’m sorry, but I think I need to go. If you want, we could schedule another meeting next week? I’ll see if I can pull any more information from the servers.”

He nods absentmindedly. “Same place, same time? Wait, no actually, can we do it a bit later? Like, is 7 okay? I know it’s going to be dark and all but…”

“Sure.”

The final Pokémon faints, fades away, before the triumphant, happy music comes in. You yawn, stretch back in the chair. Behind you, with his legs crossed and elbows propped on the armrests, Yoongi lounges in his seat, thinking.

“So I guess that confirms it.”

You blink at him. “Confirms what? That I suck at Pokemon? It’s not my fault that you’re so crap at levelling them up—the only one above level 20 is your starter! How the hell am I supposed to fight a team of level 25 Pokemon with this mess?”

“No, not that,” Yoongi says. “And by the way, I don’t normally do that. It’s only that way since I was just messing around—wasn’t taking the game all that seriously.”

“Oh.”

“But anyways, back to the point. I was playing this game on and off through the week, sometimes alone, other times with friends and… I noticed that… the glitches only happened when I was alone…” He looks down. “And…”

“And?”

“And at one point… when one of the guys sent out a Pokemon… I could’ve sworn for a second there that... Instead of a Pokemon, it was a picture of me… except, well, bloodied. Brutally.” Yoongi swallows. “But it quickly disappeared right after a friend of mine walked into the room… Everything went normally after that. But um, I’m really really sure I wasn’t imagining it. I think I’m probably going to post on the forums and see if anyone else experiences something similar… I tried searching for stuff and the original file of this game but not only was I unable to find it, but for some reason the file is locked. Encrypted. I can’t get to it without a password, and I have no idea what it could be. Fortunately, I have a few friends who are heavily involved in cyber, so after we finish examining this game, I was planning to call them and have them help me somehow upload the game onto an online download link so we as a community can post about our experiences and stuff. Y’know?”

He fiddles with his fingers. Your eyes narrow.

“Anyways,” he says, “We should probably finish up with this game anyways. You wanna continue playing or...”

When you don’t answer, he prods you on the shoulder. “Hello?”

“As I thought,” you say, “You’re too dangerous.”

He gives you a confused, slightly suspicious look. “What?” You whip your head around, get out of your seat.

“Nevermind that,” you say, and, quickly, before he can attempt anything, shove a cupcake-shaped stress reliever—it had been sitting on the desk—into his mouth and quickly straddle him, holding his wrists together in one hand with a vice-like grip. He makes incoherent noises as he attempts to fight you off.

“It’s too bad, Yoongi,” you say, as you fumble out the length of rope with your free hand. “If you hadn’t been so adamant about it all, we could’ve avoided this fate. But the thing is you didn’t—you continued to meddle and stick your nose into something that you shouldn’t have. And now, unfortunately, you are going to have to be—well, silenced.” His movements are getting more frantic now.

“Min Yoongi,” you continue, as you swiftly—or as quickly as you can manage with one hand—loop together a noose, “a college student overcome with grief upon losing his two closest friends. After countless hours of research that ultimately led to nothing, he succumbed and hung himself in the very room his late friends took their lives in. How unfortunate.”

You gently place the noose around his neck. He fights hard against you, hands desperately trying to pry themselves from your grip. You giggle.

“That’s not going to work, you see. The undead have much greater strength with the benefit of having no muscle to tire out.” As you speak, a beam of moonlight filters in through the window and reveals you for what you really are: the human skin and flesh disappears under the silvery rays, leaving nothing behind but knotted and rotting bones. A skeleton, with no fingerprints to leave behind or heart to feel emotions.

His struggles stop abruptly as fear overtakes his body. You give him a lopsided grin. “Goodbye, Min Yoongi.”

Inside the University Hospital, on the fourth floor, two heart monitors beep. Their slow, mechanical sounds echo off of the walls, seeping through the cracks and diffusing in the stale air. The place smells of antiseptic.

The monitors continue to beep. In unison, the spacing between each sound growing longer and longer until finally, there’s one long, unfaltering beep that continues for nearly a minute.

And then there is nothing at all.

a/n: @goldfishh , after reading this: What The Fuck

helloooo i have a chem test in two days that i know nothing about it’s chill. so. many. projects. holy shit. and then exams starting next week fuuuun

anyways if you watched the video this was based off (it’s hilarious--it’s supposed to be a parody of bad creepypastas) then like. maybe the ending was kinda obvious lol

tbh if it was up to me (like if i weren’t trying to base it off the video) then the ending would have been much different. you, for one, would not have turned into a skeleton lmFAO

#btswriters #networkbangtan #bts scenarios #yoongi scenarios #bts fanfiction #yoongi #bts #bts scenario #yoongi scenario #writing #drabble game 4 #not rly a drabble tho LOL #horror #college au #detective au

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batsysims · 7 years ago

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100 QUESTIONS NO ONE ASKS

I was tagged by @tickledsims ty ily!!

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? CLOSED when i was younger my little sister had a baby doll that would talk on its own at night and we called it the demon baby and hooooly shit

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? i dont take those bc my hair cant take cheap hair products but i do take the soaps!!

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? i put the mattress cover sheet thingy on my bed but i dont use an actual sheet :/

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? nah lol

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? YES i love using office supplies i could spend all day at staples omg

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? no lol but il save the lil receipt coupons and find them in my wallet months after they expire

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? hhhhh bees

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? yep!! i love them its why im scared to use foundation i dont wanna lose em

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? i either smile or if my moms takin the pic il make a stupid face

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? i have terrible road rage...... um........... i also hate it when men interrupt me i just walk away at that point

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? yeah i pretty much count everything

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? i dont think so??

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? def not lmao

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? i have an eating dance, a drinking dance, and a video game playing dance hahaa

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? yes ugh it annoys me but i cant stop

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? at LEAST 0

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? i think its a single? a single or a twin either way im miserable send help

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? ummm probably You by Weird Milk?? its the most recent song i added on spotify so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? yeah def unless its one of those “real men wear pink shirts” like just.... stop

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? sometimes my sister makes me watch stevens universe?? il watch phineas and ferb too bc honestly who doesnt anime too but not always cartoon ones or w/e

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? 2001: A Space Odyssey and Daughters of the Dust come to mind

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? u kno where ;) no how big is the treasure?? if its a lil bit id put it in that drawer under the oven bc my family never uses that but if its BIG TREASURE id hide it in the backyard of the last house i lived in bc a. nobody lives there now and 2. its totally overrun with green bc of like two floods

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? water! only water ever

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? honey if theyre mcnuggets but other than that i use honey mustard!

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? chicky parm

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? honestly Inception is my feel-good movie

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? a lil babu

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? i was in girl scouts much longer than i ever wanted to be lmao WISH i coulda done BOY SCOUTS

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? if cash is involved absolutely

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? aboutttt three months ago!

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? no but i can watch

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? when i first got my license yea :( 15 yr olds are dum

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? twice! very good memories

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? egg salad gud

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? the all star breakfast at waffle house yasssss

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? honestly like 9 since i always have to wake up at 7 in the am but il stay up til 11 if i can

37. ARE YOU LAZY? absolutely when have ACTIVE ppl done ANYTHING

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? i was usually a cat bc i never could find a costume i liked smh but when i was 2 i went as winnie the pooh lmao

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? ox!

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? just english but im tryna learn spanish and japanese and im fluent in french if a two year olds speech patterns can be considered as such

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? nah

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? LEGOS lincoln logs are big with nostalgia thoooo

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? with dumb shit yeah but i usually just dont care enough abt stuff to deal

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? theyre both old idc

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? no lol

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? not really tbh i like the adrenaline

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? if im alone!! nobody deserves to hear that

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? nahhh

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? when im in the drive thru haaaa

50. EVER USED A GUN? id like to go to a shooting range some time but ive never used one im also very anti gun so i probs would never buy one unless it was a cute lil glock i can handle well

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? st patricks day it wasnt technically for me tho

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? not in general but when ppl start obsessing over a certain one for months on end abt a certain time period and certain performers and certain songs and certain people of history i start wanting ppl to die

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? YEAH I NEVER HAVE MONEY WTF

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? my sisters obsessed with them so yea but never like. authentic polish potato pockets or anything just a frozen box of em

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? apple?? im not rly into pie tbh

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? ive wanted to go into law enforcement/criminology my whole life!! for a sec i wanted to be a firefighter, a journalist/writer/poet, and some sort of artist but u know how kids are

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? i tried to find that clip from malcolm in the middle for like ten mins but i couldnt yea

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? doesnt everyone tho?

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY? no im a bad adult

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS? nah

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? im not rich!!

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? usually just my undies but when im living with other people il wear a soft shirt and my dc heroes pajama bottoms ayyy

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? ive never been to one! i was gonna go see metallica in baltimore but i moved before i could smh

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? walmart sry targets cool but too much money!!! i go there for home things tho does kmart still exist

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? ADIDAS ive been trying to get a full adidas tracksuit for YEARS

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? fritos! i like the super hot cheetos tho

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? peanutsssss

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nope but they must be good im keepin @tickledsims response bc it made me laugh

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? when i was a lil babu i took ballet and gymnastics a lil later

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? i hope to never have a spouse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? yep

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? ive actually never even had a spelling bee im sure theyre a myth

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? i think so??

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? nah

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? nahhhhh

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? no but i had a roommate who did i fell in love

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? yeah ok lol so one time when i was a sophomore my french teacher had to use a substitute teacher and hes the reason i believe in love at first sight im STILL in love with him wtf ive also had a bf haha im hilarious

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? i dont really do concerts so i couldnt say but i think matd would be fun!!

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? oh my god

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hot!!!!

81. TEA OR COFFEE? coffee!!!!!!

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? i dont rly like either but i prefer snickerdoodles over sugar

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i can only do that weird frog swim i forget what its called so no im shit at it

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? ye

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? if im able to distract myself?? it also depends on the severity of what im waiting on i guess

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? probs a band i guess i dont rly think abt that kinda stuff sry

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? when i was four i won a coloring contest at the ice cream store

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? nope im poor 89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? both are good!

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? i can knit but i cant crochet

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? fckn bathroom

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? not rly unless its a partnership longlasting romance stresses me out especially with financial responsibility etc

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? -20 years

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? my high school boyfriend hahaaa h,,,,

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? im an adult sry

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 1!

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? nope! lmao i love her tho

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? red but i also like many others??? idk

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? ummm not rly?? im not close enough to anyone to miss them and those i am close to im able to hang with

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT? god uhhh if you havent done it already and want to, @dreambot @nebula-simms @ellowynsims and @pixelbloom

#tag challenge #nonsims #ty lol that was fun

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asrisartarena · 8 years ago

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And here we have my fourth oldest OC, Lokka Vroomen!! Like Koso, her design is more simple, but it fits her design rly well!! It’s been over two years since I last drew her, so it was fun drawing her again, like how it’s been with my other OCs that I’ve redesigned!!

Like always, her bio and stuff will be under the read more!!

(Full-sized image is here!)

Name: Lokkanoa “Lokka” Vroomen

Nicknames: Lokka, Lolo, Lo-V, Robin Hood

Age: 18

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: She/Her

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Panromantic Bisexual

Birthday: June 25th

Star Sign: Cancer

NDs: Autism and Anxiety

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Height: 6′4″

Powers: Cat-like flexibility/stealth/agility and night vision along with extensive training in hand-to-hand combat and self-defense

Likes: Proving her dad wrong, fashion, makeup, designing clothes, jewelry, helping people in need, flustering her boyfriend, chai lattes, romance novels

Dislikes: Other people trying to control her (especially older men), her parents, getting swindled, the government

Bio: Lokka is the daughter of the most infamous mafia boss in all of Holland, Felix Vroomen, and an unknown Indonesian woman. He had a one night stand with Lokka’s mother, but her mother left her at her father’s doorstep when she was only a few weeks old. Her father raised her along with his mafia goons, and it was the only family she knew for most of her life. As she got older, though, she grew to dislike her father’s line of work more and more, and when she learned she was the next in line to be in charge of the family mafia business, she rebelled by running away to America when she was fifteen. Using her father’s money and the skills she learned from him, she was able to make herself a legal citizen and emancipate herself in America and go to school, since up until then she was home-schooled by her father’s personally-hired tutors. She also managed to get a job as a part-time model before she started her fashion business, but she still does modeling from time to time because she thinks it’s fun.

She first met Koso on the first day of high school in their sophomore year, where they shared a science and history class together. She was drawn to his nonchalant and mysterious nature, and he was drawn to how casually she acted around him and actually respected his boundaries and mental stuff. They never poked or pried into each other’s histories, and they just let that information surface when they both felt it appropriate. They formed a mutual friendship, and Koso was the first friend Lokka made in America. She met Shard and Zalem soon after she met Koso, however, because he’s almost always around them. She soon befriended them as well, an considers the Main Trio a close-knit part of her personal social circle.

Fun Facts

She started dating Koso in their senior year, much to everyone’s surprise, since no one ever thought they’d go past just being friends.

Since she’s only lived in America for three years, she has a fairly noticeable Dutch accent, since it was her first language; she learned English from her father and her old tutors, since it was necessary to be bilingual in the mafia business and whatnot.

Lokka is the only one that can fluster Koso the quickest; anyone else that tries usually fails spectacularly.

She’s the reason that Koso’s more comfortable with expressing PDA, even if it’s pretty lowkey.

She runs a fashion and makeup line specifically for LGBT+ people and plus-sized people, and she designs all of the clothes herself.

She’s also a part-time model, which she’s been doing since she was sixteen. Even though she has a very successful fashion and makeup line now, she still likes to model from time to time because she still finds it rly enjoyable.

She steals money from her father’s bank accounts to donate to charities and whatnot back in her home country and in America, giving her the nickname “Robin Hood” in both countries.

She also does this with slimy CEOs of companies she’ll pretend to make deals with, and she’ll hack into their bank accounts to do with their money what she does with her father’s money; since she has such important connections to the mafia, nobody ever tries to sabotage her once they find out what she’s done to their funds.

The reason why Lokka’s father never tries to stop her is because he loves her too much and he wants to at least try and reconnect with her somehow, even though she wants nothing to do with him.

She’s wanted to be a fashion designer since she was a little girl, since fashion has been her main special interest for as long as she can remember along with makeup.

She likes wearing a wide variety of clothes, but since she’s a pressure-stimmer, she likes to wear form-fitting clothes the most as a way of pressure stimming.

The choker she wears is also a way she stims, since she likes how it feels around her neck. It’s also one of her biggest comfort objects, and she refuses to go anywhere without it on her person; she has different-colored versions of it for different outfits as well, but her red one is her personal favorite out of all of them.

She’s highly trained in hand-to-hand combat and self-defense due to where and how she grew up, so she can very easily shut down anyone trying to sneak up on her and attack her.

It’s unknown where she got her cat-like abilities and night vision from, but since her father doesn’t have any of those abilities, she assumes she got them from her mother.

Lokka has thought about the possibility of reconnecting with her mother, but has yet to decide whether or not that would end up doing more harm than good.

#Lokka #Lokka Vroomen #OC #Original Character #Artists on Tumblr #Asri's OCs #Asri's art

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virginia-werewoolf · 7 years ago

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Hello to all!!! It’s been a crazy few months and I haven’t had the time to really go on Tumblr much less post about everything going on in my life but i am going to today!!

I’m currently finishing up my senior year of high school and lemme tell u - it’s been wild!!! But so fun. This last Relay for Life was probably my favorite one yet & I wish I could just have one more. When I went my freshman & sophomore year I was still so, so shy and only talked to people I already knew. This year, though, I talked to the new speech & debate kids and they were some of the sweetest people I have met in high school!! I always get so nostalgic for speech and debate when I am around the newer kids in the club. I can’t lie - being in that club was the only time throughout my whole high school experience that I felt as though I was a part of something good. I quit because it did stress me out a bit and I wanted to join photography my sophomore year and just always kind of found an excuse not to go back after that (even though I always knew I should’ve). Prom was nice - we ate at the Venetian and danced our lil hearts out at Panis Hall. I felt moderately pretty. I got into an argument with my best friend, Vincent, that night - he’s been a real dick lately & I couldn’t put up w it anymore that night in the Red Rock parking lot!!! I have been holding a few grudges against him since then but this weekend I have gotten some time to think it over for the first time & I think I’ve made my peace with him!! After prom was the Disney trip - which has been a WILD ride for a few months now. There was a lot of fishy business going on w the stuco advisor but finally - LITERALLY 10 MINUTES BEFORE THE BUS LEFT - I got a seat on the bus!!!! I wasn’t ready at all because I didn’t want to pack a bunch & get excited just to end up having to go to math that day - but I had such a good time in my bummy school clothes & 2 best friends!!! Even if I didn’t get to take pictures and we didn’t get to finish exploring California adventure because we were all grumpy and tired. The bus ride with Vincent was so fun and I didn’t really think about all the things I was upset at him for. On the 24th, then, we had grad walk AND senior awards!! I did the travel grad walk with Ni-Ni and we got to go to our elementary and middle schools + pat diskin in our caps and gowns with all the current students lining the halls cheering us on!! It was so pure. The elementary schoolers were so so so cute n proud of us & it was the first time it rly set in that this is happening!!! Plus I saw my 4th grade teacher and she remembered me BY NAME. I foreal cried on the way back to the bus bc of it. Awards night was nice too - I sat next to a kid I hadn’t talked to since middle school but it wasn’t awkward and we made jokes to each other all night!! It was kinda cute. Like it really felt like we were all in this together. I luvvvved cheering on my friends & just other kids in my classes who I may not talk to much but it still feels like we’re on the same boat supporting each other!! I got my Ronald Mcdonald award that night + my hispanic educator award (two scholarships totaling $1500!!!!) I also have to go to a HUGE district wide ceremony & read part of the speech that won me the hispanic educator award the day after graduation!! Yikes but I’m excited. I think that’s basically all the senior events left except maybe the senior bbq??? But that’s not a big deal. I’m not sure if there’s a senior sunset and I know I posted about being upset that I didn’t go to senior sunrise but on the bus ride home from Disney, I woke up for a split second and saw the sunrise over the California desert with my best friend sleepin next to me, his arm latched onto mine & maybe that’s enough.

BUT YEAH. IM FUCKING GRADUATING. My checkout card is signed !! My 7th grade english teacher who i am super close to has her flight booked !!! Can u believe it!!

Work-wise, I was having a really hard time for a while. I was desperately looking for another job & was about to transfer because the theatre made me want to kill myself!!! My exs friends and my managers were talking so so so much shit abt me. They said some of the worst things they couldve possibly said about me - and were so condescending at a time where i was extremely insecure because i was hung up over a boy that treated me like shit & had just lost so many friends. I couldnt even imagine staying until summer - but the universe helped me out and made it so that 2 of my most condescending managers transferred & i stopped getting scheduled so much with my exs friends and things just got… better. I stopped crying everyday - or any day - at work and actually turned down an interview because i figured id just wait until july to look for another job (thats how long im required to stay at my current to qualify for a 10k dollar scholarship i think i have a good shot at getting!!). I dont feel trapped and dread going to work anymore anymore and its so so so relieving. For a second there, it really had such a strong hold on my life and im so glad thats over. It was not healthy at ALL

Driving wise - ive been driving a lil bit a few days a week now and im really enjoying it !! It is not as scary as i thought itd be. I still have a lot to learn but i think im doin pretty good + i have 3k saved up for a car & im so excited !!!

This summer is also gna be super fun - im gna throw so many parties bc all of my bffs are leavin im august for college + spend a week explorin LA w my sister which im so excited abt !!! Im super broke atm bc i had to borrow a bunch of money from my mom for grade nite & am trying to pay it back asap but hopefully any grad money will be enough to cover it so i can buy books n cute knick knacks freely while im on vacay!! Especially since my body decided to hit a second fuckin puberty this winter & none of my summer clothes fit me anymore :( ive been dressing so bummy lately bc of it but ive been too busy to care. I gotta get clothes b4 going to LA tho!!! Other than that though i really just want this summer to be abt me. I feel like even tho i KNOW i need time to myself, i always try to get the most out of literally ANY possible relationship in my life :( its such a bad thing but i hate passing up opportunities like that bc what if, u know? To love and be loved in return is what I always thought i wanted most in this world!!! But i think i just need to consider where situations like this are really going before i compromise the time i set aside to work on myself for it. SO unless i can really see something going somewhere, this summer is goin to be about reading, writing, filming, and taking care of myself !!! I want to eat better (vegetarian & vegan whenever possible!!) and exercise and take care of my skin and just get shit done in general (maybe learn to knit finally???) Im even gonna start a bullet journal!!! I think it will help keep me feelin like myself as well as stay productive & organized in college + its just such a cute hobby Not to mention my sister is ENGAGED?????? My BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!! I will save the sappy stuff for later posts/my maid of honor speech but she really deserves this more than anyone. It hurts to see her movin out after 18 years of sleepin 10 feet away from her - if it were any earlier than this i wouldnt have been able to handle it - but im excited to be independent & im sure we’ll be sendin each other funny memes and visiting each other 24/7!! She is my best friend after all, and im just so happy to see her happy that i cant even be that sad abt losing our early morning laughs and late night talks - at least not yet!! Maybe it just hasnt set in yet

#personal #update: theres no senior sunset my school sucks

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