#face yoga for jawline

[noturbabygyrl]

by next month i would have lost some weight in my face. under my chine will look good and my jawlin will be better and stronger. my face will start to get slimmer as well.

mom/covid weight will be non existent

[startaee]

obsessed w the idea of being close to katsuki's mom. you're just yoga friends or jogging buddies, so when he groggily walks into the kitchen on that saturday morning, to find you in your cute coord set, eagerly watching mitsuki make that healthy drink she was telling you about all morning, he's stunned.

all he can see is your side profile. lips parted in awe as your eyes are wide and glimmering with curiosity. and he thinks you look absolutely adorable with the little fat under your chin, he thinks it compliments your soft jawline. and he's about to think more, but then you turn around to face him, with a smile that just knocks every thought right outta his goddamn head.

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[universalitgirlsblog2]

🧼✨️GLOW UP GUIDE🧼✨️

🧼PHYSICAL GLOW UP

This is inspired from Glow up blueprint video by Dear peachie. Dear peachie will help you to achieve the ultimate physical glow up

.First of all, get to know your features. People who have facial features with accurate facial proportions , stronger symmetry ,brighter colours , defined lines look better in the static image whereas disproportionate facial ratio , poor symmetry , dull complexion , uneven structures can affect how one looks in static image.

Look at the glow up pyramid. Every level is interrelated to each other and is equally important . The elements at each level serves as the foundation which steps towards a higher level. The overall aspects may get affected if insufficient attention are given to fundamental levels.

Celebrities always appear gorgeous and sophiscated because they play attention they have invested a fortune and massive efforts in the detail that ordinary people never thought of.

There is a Chinese sayings which says one can recognize a beauty from 10 meters away. From a 10 meters distance, we cannot see the beauty looks like , her facial features and make up is blurry. However , we can see her body shape , posture , hair , clothing style. If we maintain 2 to 5 meter social distance , the focus point is skin , face shape and overall proportions. Body type , posture , clothing , hair , skin , face shape and overall proportion forms the impression of the body.

( A) Skin

- maintain a balanced diet

- good quality of sleep.

- stay hydrated lol ( common advice but it works )

- avoid smoking and eating too much sugary foods.

- Build a skin care routine which suits you the best.

- Visit a dermatologist regularly.

- Rub ice on face

- Do facial yoga

- Less is more

- The most simple way - just affirm that you have clear skin .

( B ) Body

- Workout !

- Maintain a healthy diet , don't starve yourself please !

- We can enhance our body proportions by wearing clothes which suit our body type.

- Love your body , don't abuse it by starving yourself or criticising it.

( C ) Posture

- You can do exercises to get a good posture.

- Try to maintain a good posture even if you are doing your daily tasks.

- Walk with a good posture , you will appear more graceful and elegant.

(D) Hairstyle

- Hairstyle is a great way to express oneself. You can choose different hairstyles which suit you.

- Healthy and beautiful hair can enhance your appearance so give some time to yourself and do hair care .

- A suitable hairstyle can draw visual attention towards your best features. For example : Long face framing bangs reduce impression of high cheek bones.

( E ) Body shapes

- Get to know your body type and dress up according to your body type.

👛🧁I didn't go into details , dear peachie has made videos for topics like posture, body shapes , hairstyles etc. I will make notes on those too . Those posts will be more detailed and in depth👛🧁

MORE TIPS BY MOI !

- Try mewing, you will get high cheekbones and sharp jawline.

- Get regular trims and hair scalp treatments.

- Yoga is so beneficial for both physical and mental health.

- Accessories to spice up your outfits !

- Develop a good fashion sense , you can take inspiration from celebrities too .

- Apply Vaseline on eye lashes .

- If you want to appear taller and slimmer, then wear high waist jeans and crop tops . ( This tip may vary from one body shape to another )

✨️MENTAL GLOW UP

- DEVELOP SELF - LOVE. I recommend you to check out these posts - how to love yourself , self-love affirmations by me , self- love affirmations by Alanna Foxx, songs for self-love. Also , read these posts - click me and click me !

- Be disciplined. Care for yourself . Cherish yourself. Love yourself no matter what.

- Listen to Guided Meditations and Podcasts

- Adopt the " OK and ? " or " So what? " mentality . They were talking behind your back , OK and ? They don't like you , OK and ? You tried something new and failed , So what ? They left you on seen and ghosted you , So what ?

- Adopt the " You are You , I am me " mentality.

- Listen to the wizard liz , Tam Kaur , Simone or Alessia.

- Watch good content. You are what you consume. You have control over it. Don't watch videos which are full of drama and negativity . Watch productive and educational videos.

- Meditate ! You will become more mindful and self- aware.

- Become selfish! No , don't use people for your own benefit but put yourself first. Posts you should read to understand it better ! - click me , click me !!

- STOP BEING A VICTIM ! YOU ARE THE CREATOR OF YOUR REALITY !!! YOU CONTROL YOUR REALITY , NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND !!!!

- Don't seek validation from others , don't listen to other's opinions . Others opinions are irrelevant.

- Watch documentaries. Read books .

- Cut off toxic people ! This is so important. If someone drains you , puts you down , always nitpicking or complaining about you or other things . Distance yourself. It doesn't matter if you know them in real life or if it's online friendship. It doesn't matter if you knew them for a decade .

- You don't need to share everything with your Close friends.

- Say affirmations out aloud while doing skin care infront of mirror or in your mind.

- Act like the person you want to become.

- Don't chase , attract

- Know you are the main character.

- Don't allow others to use you or treat you like a doormat.

- Be more organized.

- Don't compare yourself with others.

- Don't depend on others for your happiness .

- Journal.

- Try shadow work

- Have hobbies

🍥ACADEMIC GLOW- UP

-Being intelligent is hot. Prioritize your education.

- Find a reason to study. Do you want to top your exams ? Do you want to make your parents proud ? Do you want to be the smart kid ?

- Find a role model . It can be a fictional character or celebrity . Check this post to find some inspiration - click me !

- Your reason to study should be bigger than your distractions.

- Watch fayefilms and studyquill , they always have the best study tips.

-Teach your friends , family or even pet . You will be able to revise the concepts better. If you get stuck while explaining , you would know that the topic is not clear to you yet.

- Use Mnemonics

- You can use the SQ3R method. SURVEY. QUESTION. READ . RECITE . REVIEW.

- Romanticize being smart. Romanticize studying.

- I would recommend you to read these posts , I hope they help you to study well !! - click me , click me , click me , click me , click me , click me, click me , click me

I hope this post helps you too - click me !

[mikkomacko]

Mob Movember

Mob Boss Nico x reader

A/n: just a little something inspired by the diva pictured above x

~~~~~~~

“So that’s like gonna be a thing now?”

Nico’s eyebrows pinch together, eyes finding yours in the bathroom mirror and he pauses, razor half way to his face and warm water running from the faucet.

“What do you mean?”

You shrug and he blinks, looking back at his reflection and biting his bottom lip to pull it taut. Then he’s dragging his razor over a smear of shaving cream on his chin, dipping the razor back into the sink to rinse it.

“You shaved a lot this week,” you decide to say, “and yet you always skip the space above your lip.”

Nico bristles at that, a petulant pout glaring at you through the mirror and you try not to laugh at him after indirectly insulting his mustache. It’s not that you hate it per se, it just looks different on him. He’s still cute, you’ll give him that. It’s impossible for him to ever not be attractive, but the mustache doesn’t have the same sexy appeal his beard does.

“Didn’t know I had to explain the concept of a mustache to you.”

“Ouch,” you hold a hand over your heart. “Mean and mustache-y.”

A sigh of annoyance huffs out of his nose, and he shakes his head just once before going back to cleaning up his jawline. “Go away,” he says, but you linger a minute longer to watch him finish shaving, eyes following the bend of his waist when he leans over to rinse off any left over bits of shaving cream.

Giving yourself a moment to appreciate his ass in those light blue jeans he wears all the time, you wonder off before he can look back in the mirror and still see you there.

~~~~

“Not you too!”

Timo frowns, looking around curiously as he slides into the passenger seat. He’s wearing an overly thick puffy coat and those stupid 5 inch inseam shorts from Lululemon that all the boys except Nico wear (much to your dismay) and you were gonna tease him about whether he’s hot or cold but the sight of his face has changed your plans.

“What?” He closed the door, immediately warming his hands in front of the vents.

“Is there like a mustache epidemic going around? What is wrong with you and Nico?”

You saw Timo yesterday, and while he had more stubble than he usually does, you didn’t think he’d be shaving it off into a mustache too. It’s been three long days of trying to get Nico’s new look to grow on you and no matter how times you kiss him, feel the scratch of his freshly shaved cheeks, it’s still not the same. You don’t like the way it tickles your upper lip but not your chin, and you don’t really like the way that you can’t kiss his nose anymore without feeling it.

But you’re trying and it’s hard. Even harder now that your bestie has apparently jumped on the train too.

“You don’t like them?” He asks, not offended but curious. You side eye him, pulling away from the curb and making your way towards the yoga studio.

“Is that why Nico is pouting?” He laughs, clicking his seatbelt. He rubs at his lame excuse of a mustache and you mentally give Nico credit for that. At least he can actually grow a really nice one, not that you’re going to say that to Timo.

“He’s pouting?”

“Uh yeah,” he scoffs, “he’s moped every day this week, Sieges said they’ve been having to talk to clients and stuff because he gets moody right away.”

You cringe, feeling a little bad about the whole thing. You didn’t mean to make Nico feel bad or like you don’t like his mustache. Yeah you don’t love it, but he’s Nico -your Nico -and everything about him is always so beautiful.

“I may be struggling to enjoy it,” you explain hesitantly, “I just am not used to it and he’s never been a mustache guy. Maybe like a day or two but he always shaves.”

“Oof,” Timo laughs, “yeah you probably hurt his feelings. Literally his biggest flex is that you think he’s so pretty.”

Groaning painfully, you thump your head against the steering wheel before pouting up at the red light. You’ve always Nico to be a sensitive person, not in a bad way or anything. He’s just never hid or pushed down feelings when it came to you, and it physically makes you ache to think that your reaction to his new facial hair made him so insecure he didn’t want to tell you.

You’ve got some major Nico loving to make up for.

~~~~

Nico is sat in the Devils booth of The Rock, hunched over the scheduling iPad as the boys mill around the bar. Jesper and Jonas are actually working it looks like, Jonas holding a ladder that has the smaller of the two men perched at the top, Jesper screwing in a new security camera. He’s got Mercer and Alex stocking the bar, and you almost laugh at the overly straight and organized bottles on Mercer’s side compared to haphazardly placed ones on Alex’s.

The Hughes boys are doing something they’re probably not suppose to be doing on the upper level, no where to be seen but definitely heard.

Timo parts from you to go join Jesper and Jonas, who look like they could use it by the way Jesper is trembling on the top rung.

You approach the booth, setting the lunch you brought for Nico onto the table alongside your greens smoothie. He looks up at you when you drop your jacket into the seat, eyes following your movement when you slide in next to him.

“Hey,” he mumbles, and something melancholy settles in the air. A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips, your heart throbbing when you take in the dejected look in his big brown eyes and the way he’s pouting.

“Hi,” you greet, reaching up brush his hair away from his face. Then you hold his cheek, brushing your thumb over the scar on his cheekbone. “I brought you lunch.”

He doesn’t bother to look interested. “Thanks baby.”

“I like your mustache,” you say quietly, tenderly pressing your thumb into the hinge of his jaw where you know he gets headaches from clenching. Like its second nature he relaxes, melting into the feeling.

“No you don’t,” he insists, licking at his pouting lips. “S’fine-“

“I do, I do like it Nico. It’s just different and I was teasing because I’m not used to it.”

Nico blinks, fluttering those stupidly pretty eyelashes at you and then two dimples sink into his cheeks. “Yeah?”

Giggling, you cup the back of his head and draw him closer to you. “You know you’re always handsome, no matter what.” You kiss him before he can say anything else, smiling when his hair scratches at your cheeks and lip.

Nico hums, reaching around to grip your hip and pull you until you’re half sitting in his lap. Then he melts back into the booth, sighing contently.

“Would you two get a room, Jesus fuck.”

You peck Nico’s lips one more time for good measure before pulling back, curling into his side and he slips his arm around you.

Nico reaches for his food, and you bite your lip to keep from laughing. The Hughes brothers have made their way down the stairs, and Mercer and Alex have abandoned the bar in favor of crowding around you and Nico.

Which in itself is a little scary, but add the thin and scraggly mustaches they all have is even worse. Desperate for a distraction, you scramble to grab your juice and take a sip, casting a glance over at Nico who’s smirking proudly. He shares a knowing look with you.

“Why are you making that face?”

You look at Jack, forcing yourself to only look in his eyes as you clear your throat. “What face?”

He points an accusing finger at you. “That face, why are you laughing?”

“M’not.”

“You are, Holtz tell her she is.”

Alex looks around helplessly and you do giggle when you realize his poor mustache is nothing but peach fuzz. “Ok now she’s laughing.”

Steadying yourself, you force your smile down. “I love this new look you all have going on.”

Almost immediately they all groan, offended and outraged and you can’t even listen to them. Hunching over into Nico’s shoulder you cackle, tears springing up in your eyes and stomach aching.

You can feel him chuckle, one hand rubbing at your back to calm you down. Finally you peel yourself off of him, wiping at your wet eyes as the boys glare at you.

“Don’t be mean, it’s for a good cause.” Mercer defends.

“What cause?”

“Movember,” Jack states proudly, “it was Nico’s idea. Good cause and we all bond over our shared ‘staches.” He strokes over his lame excuse of a mustache and Luke cringes, cheeks tinting pink.

You look to Nico. “This was your doing?”

He looks utterly pleased with himself, shrugging nonchalantly but there’s a twinkle of mischief in his features. The sight makes you giddy. What has he been up to?

The other three boys wonder up behind the rest, and you cackle again at the blonde patch of hair on Jesper’s lip and the razor burn on Jonas’s chin. Offended, they frown at you.

“S’like our new tradition,” Jesper says but it sounds more like a question as he examines Nico.

Your boyfriend beams at you. “Like last year we did no nut November,” he explains, and you roll your eyes. You hated that stupid challenge between them, and if you recall correctly, they all did too.

“Yeah and you lost,” Timo mocks, glancing at you because you know all too well why Nico lost. And Nico knows too because you can’t for the life of you keep a secret from him.

“Hey you all cried to y/n to make me lose,” Nico argues, and Timo’s mouth drops open.

“Traitor!” Jesper gasps, pointing at you. “You weren’t supposed to tell him we came to you.”

“Hey the only loyalty I have is to him,” you jab your thumb in Nico’s direction. “And his dick.”

Nico’s smirk grows, shuffling in his seat as he accepts the compliment from you. “You all went crying to her about how dry November was making me mean. And that’s why I lost.”

“Should’ve known to never trust a temptress,” Jack mutters, glaring at you. Offended, you glare back.

“Well you can’t a grow a mustache,” you hiss, “in fact none of you can. That dirt smear on your lip looks like it took twenty years to grow Jack.”

He clutches his heart, offended and looks to Nico for help. Nico takes a sip of your smoothie, gesturing for them to leave. “M’on her side. Get back to work, all of you.”

They grumble, stalking away from the table and muttering to each other as they return to their assigned jobs for the day. Shuffling, you turn to Nico.

“You’re so mean for letting them walk around like that.” You giggle quietly, and Nico snickers.

“You should see the update selfies they’ve been taking,” he whispers, pleased with himself. “Think I’ll make a collage of them and hang them in the office before I tell them it was all a joke.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this was to get back at them for last year?”

He shrugs. “You were so fucking good to me after they whined last year that I wanted it to be a surprise. And was it a good one, or what?”

You laugh again, flashing back to seeing them all standing around you earlier, so proud of their matching mustaches.

“It’s kind of cute,” you mumble thoughtfully, laying your head on his shoulder. “They all wanted to be like you.”

Nico hums in agreement. Then he’s sliding the iPad to you. “Look this over, yeah? Make sure I’ve got the schedule and times right for Thanksgiving.”

He’s so sweet, you think, looking over the calendar he’s filled in. Even when he’s fucking around and embarassing the boys, he’s given them slack for almost the whole month. And he’s even written in the day off for Friday after Thanksgiving. Instead a big red heart is drawn on the day and in his perfectly slanted handwriting is written “Family Sleepover”.

“Looks good,” you agree, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “But the mustaches have to go by Thanksgiving. I am not having those in any photos.”

“Yes ma’am.”

[winwintea]

stop posting about BALLER - zhong chenle

PAIRING ↬ boyfriend!zhong chenle x reader

GENRES ↬ pure crack idk... fluff, romance, some angst if you look in between the lines, chenle loves basketball more than you. unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ↬ inspired by a fic i read on ao3, a tiktok i watched where op got mad at their boyfriend for having headphones in while making out, plus my post here. and also chenle's recent fanboying activity in la. ignore the title its a placeholder for now, in honor of my dear friend @syatchy london stop writing for chenle challenge

WORD COUNT ↬ 1.3K

Everyone had their hobbies. You knew your boyfriend liked basketball, you just didn’t realize he liked it that much. 

Making it your life’s goal to win over the heart of Zhong Chenle, you spent countless hours studying quizlet flashcards, watching a couple of basketball games, even trying to learn the sport as well. Although you were surprised when it didn’t take more than a few dates for you to begin dating. 

Your best friend Ning Yizhuo, on the other hand, had other ideas. 

“I just think he’s a big red flag. Who the hell puts “I’m always ballin’” as their twitter bio?” She’s sprawled across your bed, mindlessly stalking your boyfriend’s social media accounts. “What if your man loves another man more than he loves you?” 

You’re paying her no mind, working on a basketball basics test on your laptop. Eight teams from each of the league's two conferences qualify for the playoffs. The top two teams play each other in the conference finals, to determine the Conference Champions from each side. The winners then play in the NBA Finals. 

Yizhuo suddenly stands up, “Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you ignoring me?” You’re about to answer your next question, until she starts waving her hands in your face.

“What the hell, Yizhuo?” You turn around annoyed. “I was locked in!”

“Studying for basketball is crazy… Just warning you Y/N. Don’t come crying to me when your boyfriend calls you Stephen Curry’s name instead of your own.” 

You punch her in the shoulder, “I swear to god-” 

But Yizhuo seemed unfazed by your attacks, continuing on, “I’m just saying from experience hon. Sports guys like him will never love you as much as he loves his balls.”

“Um.. that’s what she said.”

—

Despite Yizhuo’s warnings and what she seemed so sure of, you and Chenle clicked in a way that none of your exes ever did. If he invited you to the gym, you’d show up with a yoga mat, pretending to do Pilates while sneaking glances at him bench pressing. If Chenle said he was hungry, you’d learn how do use a frying pan, determined to whip up something edible. And if he asked you to come over, you’d throw on your best outfit, adding an extra touch of appeal, and never forget to bring a treat for Daegal.

Spending time with Chenle was easy. It seemed almost too easy, that you began to slightly question why everything seemed so perfect. 

If there were any red flags like Yizhuo pointed out, it was probably too small to see in the mix of fun times you spent together.

Times spent together usually and often ended with the two of you cuddling or making out on his couch. 

Unsurprisingly, Chenle was a really good kisser. Plus, he was good at cuddling. You had no doubts in that moment you laid eyes on him, but everything was certainly up to expectations. He knew exactly how to hold you in his arms and make you feel like you were on top of the whole damn world. 

As you leaned in closer for another this time, your hands running through his hair, you took notice of his features. His incredibly sharp jawline (mewing tutorial when?), the flushed pink splashed across his collarbones up to his cheeks, and now that he grew out his hair longer, it was much harder to see the shape of his ears-

Hold on.

You blink and then squint your eyes for a couple of seconds, hoping you’re just imagining things.

“Chenle. Are those Airpods?”

Chenle immediately pushes you off of him and then freezes.

You see every single emotion flash through Chenle’s eyes, but he’s still speechless. You’d honestly thought you’d been through the entire spectrum of men in your life, from guys who had memes tattooed on their chest to guys who brought their mother to dates to guys with an extremely interesting savior complex, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

Relax. You still had your dignity to protect. “What… are you listening to?” Maybe he was into listening to music while making out, maybe some relaxing sounds people used to cope with traumatic intimate experiences??? You were thinking of anything at this point, trying to brace yourself for the absolute worse. 

“Highlights” Chenle begins, looking at you nervously, “For uh, for the Warriors game.” Before you can even process the info, Chenle rambles on, “We’re so so close to a wild card spot and I wanted to turn the game on earlier, but you were talking about your project you were working on and I really wanted to listen, and right now it’s not like we’re talking about anything important, so I figured it might be alright if I-“

what the fuck… yeah shut the hell up right now please, you think as he keeps rambling, and turn around to grab a pillow behind to smack this big headed shit right in the head. 

“Ow-“ Chenle throws his hands up in defense, trying to block the pillow that comes crashing down. “What? Hey!”

“Zhong Chenle. I’m going to chop your fucking dick off.”

—

In the end, Chenle’s dick remains intact. 

After letting himself get beaten up by a pillow, he manages to get you to calm down, taking the airpods out, which makes you a little bit happier than you were before. 

Chenle leaves you on the couch to take a shower, allowing you to ponder for a bit. Were you being too restricting this way? Chenle seemed to still care about you, and didn’t want to take away time from your own interests as well. I mean… maybe you needed to get into basketball as well to fully understand. 

As you lounge on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through Pinterest, you hear the faint sound of the shower turning off. Before you know it, Chenle slips onto the couch beside you, his presence warm and comforting. In one smooth motion, he curls himself around you, arms gently wrapping around your waist as his head nestles into the crook of your neck. The familiar scent of the shampoo you gifted him lingers in the air, blending with the soft warmth of his skin. 

Your mind's racing, caught between conflicting emotions. And damn, Chenle smells incredible, which really isn’t helping right now.

A minute of silence passes before he finally speaks, his voice soft but serious. “Look, I get if you’re uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to push any boundaries. If that was too much, I won’t do it again. And if this is something that’s going to be a dealbreaker for us, I get it—we can end things here.”

“No, wait—no,” you cut in, setting your phone aside to face him. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Okay, it was weird. You’ll give him that. Maybe his “casual” obsession with basketball wasn’t as casual as you thought. And sure, that might be a red flag for some.

But Yizhuo’s wrong. Maybe Chenle’s got a deeper connection with his basketballs than you or whoever she’s comparing him to, but at least he’s never moaned or called you Stephen Curry in the heat of the moment.

That’s gotta count for something, right?

Yeah, maybe this wasn’t so bad. You could get used to this. Besides, he already promised he wouldn’t do it again.

Your thoughts bounce back and forth, but after a while, you break the silence with a quiet, “Did you win?”

His head lifts from your shoulder instantly, excitement buzzing in his voice. “Yeah, we did! Secured our spot in the conference finals.”

Conference finals. Oh, right. You recognize that term—studied it on Quizlet like the good, supportive partner you are.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself, swallowing down the nervous lump in your throat. Chenle might be a bit obsessed with the sport, but he was supportive of your own goals and actually a really nice boyfriend. 

“Tell me about it.”

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[ryanmarshallryan]

Experimental Vore Study - another gay vore story by Ryan Marshall

Theo often wondered how or why he had developed his vore fetish. He was happy experiencing it but always thought it would be interesting to better understand what in his brain decided that getting swallowed whole was equal to prime sensual elation.

The perfect opportunity arose when he was referred to join a well paid scientific study relating to understanding the brain patterns of those experiencing sensual arousal in relation to various fetishes. After filling out some forms to verify he’d be a good candidate, and sending some of his self written vore stories for context of his fetish, he was invited to participate officially.

The first time Theo visited the facility for research testing, his experience focused on doing scans of his brain activity and other vitals while talking about his vore fetish, reading vore stories, and viewing photos and drawings depicting vore.

Theo expected to do a bit more of the same thing on his second time visiting, but was surprised when he was called into a new area. An attendant put a couple monitors on his body, but Theo wasn’t really paying attention to what they were doing as he could hear odd sounds coming from nearby. In one direction down a hallway he could hear what sounded like a whip, in another direction there were strange crunching noises. He thought he even heard sensual moaning. Were they having research participants arouse themselves or something?

Theo was so focused, trying to figure out what he was hearing he didn’t notice the head researcher standing in front of him, beaconing him to follow.

They entered a large brightly lit, entirely unfurnished room.

“We’ve been processing all of the tests we’ve run analyzing your brain and are ready to move on to the next phase of testing,” the researcher began, “Theo, I’d like you to meet your results,” he said, shifting his gaze over Theo’s shoulder.

Theo turned around to see an incredibly large and handsome man. The tall man had a wide face and square jawline, framed by his medium-short black hair, and adorned with bushy eye-brows, a stylish goatee and a remarkably large mouth. His shoulders relaxed backward, with his gargantuan gut ballooning out in front of him, looking as though it could fit a yoga ball if stretched out a bit. He had thick thighs, and Theo could tell by the black hairs sticking out between his shirt buttons that the man was also well covered in hair.

“Oh wow, you’re hot,” Theo whispered to himself, then realizing he had been staring at an unfamiliar man’s body for far too long, tried to catch himself, “Sorry, hi - I’m Theo, what is your name?”

Theo reached his hand forward and the man grasped it firmly and pulled Theo in incredibly close, reaching his other hand around Theo’s shoulder and whispering in his ear “I’m your fantasy.” The man smelled amazing too, as though he were wearing Theo’s favorite citrusy body spray.

Theo, though aroused, pushed backward and stumbled a few steps towards the head researcher. He looked back and forth and processed, saying “What do you mean meet my results?”

The researcher gestured towards the big handsome man in front of them and explained “We have developed a method of simulating a person’s sexual fantasies to see it play out in real time.”

“You hired an actor, to seduce me?” Theo looked puzzled from the big man to the researcher.

“I’m not an actor, I’m your sensual desires brought to life,” the man said.

“He’s not a real human, he’s a synthetic recreation imitating one’s behavior and body form, but with unique abilities to stimulate your specific sensual desires,” the researcher continued, as though this made all the sense in the world.

Theo looked again at the big man, “Well whoever you are, what’s your name?”

The big man smiled and pondered for a moment, “Let’s see… as I’ve gone back through your memories and feelings, there are so many names to choose from. Perhaps that gainer you dated a few years back? Or hmm… no what about that vore pred you used to roleplay with online? No… might as well be something generic then…. What about Brian?”

Theo stared at the big man, or Brian, in confusion. Had the researcher hired an actor and shared lots of personal data with him?

Brian, as if reading Theo’s mind continued, “Let me introduce myself beyond just a name. I, Brian, just started existing a couple days ago. I’m loaded with information about your interests and sensual desires, and that helps me better help play out your fantasies in reality. I thought maybe we could start with a feeding session, and then I’ll swallow you down for real.”

“Swallow me down for real? I’m sorry I don’t know if I’m comfortable roleplaying with a random actor I just met, I usually like to roleplay with people who are into vore aswell -” Theo started saying.

“Oh, don’t worry, He is literally created for your pleasure. So eating you is perhaps his only interest right now,” the researcher began, “he’s basically a not-human man-eating garbage disposal, who is only hungry for you.”

“Excuse me” Brian began, somewhat offended, “I am more than just a human garbage disposal… I also have a really cute butt!”

It was true, Brian did have an incredibly aesthetically pleasing butt.

“I can see our boy, Theo, here isn’t believing that I’m really what I say I am, so how about a demonstration,” Brian remarked. As Brian began walking forward, Theo reflexively moved out of the way, not sure if this strange man was about to attempt to eat him. But to Theo’s surprise, Theo was never the intended target.

Brian took the clipboard out of the researcher's hand and tossed it to the side, “You won’t need that where you’re going.” The researcher’s eyes widened as Brian lifted him off his feet and pulled him towards his now gaping maw. Brian didn’t waste any time with the stunned researcher, lubricating the researcher’s face with saliva, and swallowing hard, pulling the researcher’s entire upper body into his throat in mere moments. Theo, as shocked as the researcher, reflexively reached out his arms as if to help the researcher, and then noticed he was getting a bit hard.

Brian swallowed again and again, and the researcher fairly quickly got sucked down his throat. Brian’s shirt buttons were exploding off his shirt one by one and landing across the room. Theo watched as Brian swiftly untied the researcher’s shoes and ripped them off. Theo blinked and the researcher was entirely out of view. Brian’s stomach was indeed massive, that fleshy yoga ball was stretched and taught.

Brian gave a great big belch and turned to Theo, “Now what do you say? I’m still pretty hungry. Maybe you could feed me some snacks from that buffet over there.” Brian turned and gestured behind him. Theo glanced and noticed that the once empty room now had an entire table adorned with steaming hot dinners, drinks that looked remarkably like gainer shakes, chocolates and sweets, and more.

“How did that get there?” Theo exclaimed, “And how did you - ? Is the researcher all right?”

Brian approached Theo and patted his meaty hand on Theo’s back, “I told you, I am equipped to provide anything that will aid to your sexual fantasy, like food for you to feed me.” Brian guided Theo towards the table as Theo processed what just happened.

“You just summoned a table of food out of thin air? And the researcher -” Theo continued, stopping in his tracks to turn and face Brian, placing both hands on either side of Brian’s gut and jiggling it. Brian’s gut, or more likely the researcher, responded with wiggling and muffled noises of confusion.

“Well obviously. I’m hungry. I wanted food. Food appears. There you go - and don’t worry about my old creator, he’ll be fat - I mean fine… he’ll be fine,” Brian explained with a warm smile, interrupted by a belch in Theo’s face that warmed his whole body.

“So you’re magic or something?”

“Magic is only science not yet understood by the masses, is it not?”

There was a moment of silence and awe as Theo stared at Brian, his squirming belly full of another human being, and the table of food.

Brian handed Theo a plate, “I may provide the experience for the ultimate fantasy, mate, but you gotta participate for this to work. C’mon fill ‘er up and get this food in my belly!”

Theo took the plate and turned to the food, continuing to stare in mild confusion. Brian shook him out of his daze, literally by gut checking Theo, bouncing his belly against his side and knocking him off balance for a moment, “C’mon then, or I’ll have to skip the feeding session and eat you right now.”

Theo caught his balance and began piling food onto a plate, mashed potatoes, baked chicken, penne and turkey meatballs, and assorted cheeses. “You can’t eat me! Not - well, I mean it’d be hot for sure - but it’s a fantasy - like what are the mechanics of this, like is the researcher being digested?”

Brian slid his warm hands onto Theo’s side and pushed his belly up into Theo’s back a bit, dropping his voice low to say “Only if you want me too… I know the stories you’ve written…” Brian’s mouth was so close to Theo’s ear now, Theo could feel his hot breath down his neck and shivered, feeling like in a split second he could be gliding down that gullet if he wasn’t careful. “You want me to digest you, don’t you, Theo.”

“I never said that,” Theo turned abruptly, reaching up and pulling slightly on Brian’s goatee for him to open his mouth, and using the other hand to tilt the plate piled with a feast inside. “Start with this before you try to eat me. We’ve got to discuss things first. Sure I’ve written lots of vore stories with digestion… but I’m always around to write another one, so maybe I’m into reformation? I don’t know - but in the real world I’d probably like something safer. You know? Like maybe you should fill up on bread before I go in to neutralize stomach acid and let me out later?”

Brian swallowed the pile of food in his maw, and smiled, “Fill up on bread before you go in? Sounds like you know you’re going in then… how about… I'll fill up on you first!” Brian knocked the plate out of Theo’s hand, grabbed his shirt, rent it open, and leaned forward to give a great long lick with his tongue from Theo’s belly button up to his face.

“Oh my!” Theo exclaimed, shivering again in arousal, as Brian was undoing both of their belts, and pulling their shirts off.

Brian pushed Theo up against the table with his belly, mashing Theo against some warm gravy and mashed potatoes that were now stuck to his back. Theo felt the massive weight of the man pinning him and knew he had to think quick to delay Brian, who had shoved Theo’s face in between his nipples and was scooping mashed potatoes of Theo’s back and eating them and moaning.

“Yurgh knor whergh aia wangh!” Theo shouted.

Brian pulled back abruptly and playfully, “You want me to eat you right now and digest you into belly fat? That’s what I thought I heard - all right, in you go!” Brian said all of this very fast, while putting a hand on the back of Theo’s head and shoving it into his mouth against his tongue.

Putting swiftly lifted a finger into the air in front of Brian’s field of view, and waved it scoldingly at Brian.

“All right, all right, you’ve got my attention,” Brian said reluctantly, folding his arms and resting them with a “hmph” onto his belly shelf, which squirmed, gurgled loudly and kicked at him.

“Okay so you know my favorite vore fantasies then? Well you’re missing two very important factors. You think you’re all that, Mr. Omniscient Vore Genie? You’re not even arousing me correctly,” Theo taunted.

Brian melted into a sarcastic smile, but focused eyes rapt with attention and hears ready for feedback.

“One. I’m more of a fan of one on one, usually romantic vore. Maybe I’m selfish, but I want the whole house to myself if you know what I mean. Plus I don’t think the researcher really wanted to be in there and you know consent is the sexiest.”

Brian sighed knowingly, “All right, I suppose I could let him go… After all, you are the reason for my existence, Theo. I suppose I have a soft spot for you.” Brian poked his belly slowly showing how soft his belly fat was. He waited, intently watching Theo for a reaction.

“Nice pun, but I’mma need you to actually let him go please… before he digests,” Theo stated, seriously.

“Anything to get you in here, Theo,” Brian replied, lifting his fingers up and snapping forcefully into the air. Theo blinked and noticed Brian’s belly almost deflated a bit, and behind Brian, back by the door, the researcher appeared out of thin air on the ground, soaked in saliva and remnants of some of the food Brian had just eaten.

The researcher stood up abruptly, then slipped on some mashed potato. Brian turned around and snapped his fingers again. Just like magic, the door to the room swung open and the researcher was blown out into the hallway like he had been struck by a sudden gust of wind. The door swung closed and locked itself.

Brian turned back to Theo, as his gut rumbled in protest at how suddenly empty it felt. Brian looked back and forth between Theo and his growling belly, “C’mon man, how can you deny such a mournful cry from such a beautiful belly? Don’t you have any empathy for it? All my stomach wants is to knead your soft skin, warm you up in it’s fleshy hot tub, squeeze and embrace your sexy curves, and brutally digest you and melt you into belly fat. Is that so much to ask?”

Theo lifted his eyebrows. “... Yes.”

“Okay…” Brian said with a downward inflection signaling disappointment, strolling over to the table lined with food. He began grabbing handfuls of cheese and crackers and throwing them back into his mouth and swallowing them all whole, “If you’re sure…” He picked up a large casserole dish and proceeded to drop the entirety of it’s contents down his throat without even motioning a swallow. “I guess I’ll just have to fill the void in my stomach with normal, boring food…” He started juggling buttered corn cobs, then one by one tossing them down his gullet, sliding easily into his belly, “Since you’re too afraid to live out your ultimate vore fantasy,” with this final verbal jab at Theo he picked up a comically large spread of pizza, rolled it into a ball and shoved it into his mouth, choked a bit, then pushed it in with his hand. Theo watched the large pizza ball distend Brian’s neck and chest until resting, gurgling and stewing inside Brian’s massive paunch.

Brian turned to Theo, getting close and belched in his face once more, this time leaving his mouth wide open for Theo to see inside. It was impressive not seeing a single piece of food left inside his mouth.

“You still haven’t cracked the code to eating me yet,” Theo said, placing one hand on his hip, and the other, tauntingly prodding the giant’s belly in front of him.

Brian rolled his eyes, then did a funny motion like he was a robot malfunctioning. “Does not compute! Does not compute!” he said in a funny, droning voice. He switched back to normal “Only joking, I’m not a robot… I’m not a human either though. Well you know, actually I suppose you don’t, but ugh come on!” Brian in his frustration picked up a pitcher of gainer shake and chugged the whole thing in one gulp. He picked up a box of melted ice cream and chugged that as well.

“I can’t believe you still haven’t figured it out. What’s my favorite food? What’s my favorite roleplay fantasy?” Theo urged Brian on. Brian looked stumped. His stomach seemed to lurch and groan more than normal, almost as if his stomach knew before he did.

“Oh come on, I only know everything about you, how am I supposed to know what you -” Brian paused and Theo could’ve sworn a literal light bulb seemed to go off in the back of Brian’s throat. “Ice cream.”

“Now you’re getting somewhere.”

“You love ice cream. And you love to imagine a pred covering you in ice cream, warming you with their tongue as they taste you and can’t get enough so they eat you!” Brian fist pumped into the air, lunged forward and pulled Theo into a great embrace and began dancing around the room with him chanting and repeating in a low sing-song voice “Covered in ice cream, I’m gonna eat you, this ain’t a vore dream, you’re nothing but food!”

They tripped over themselves, laughing as Brian fell onto his back and Theo flopped onto his belly and jostled around on top for a few moments.

“Well, I’m not just food, but I appreciate the flirtatious sentiment,” Theo mentioned.

“So you ready?” Brian said, raising his eyebrows in excited hopefulness. Theo smirked and nodded.

Theo was still laying on top of Brian’s belling and smiling at his face, so he was quite surprised when Brian reached his arm out and grabbed a tub of cookie dough ice cream out of no where.

“Where did that come from?” Theo asked in awe.

“Doesn’t matter where it came from, only matters where it’s going. Where you are going,” Brian said licking some ice cream off his fingers, then grabbing a chilly handful and dropping it on Theo’s skin.

Theo rolled off Brian as he shivered with the funny sensation of the cold ice cream on his skin.

“Oh no! Are you cold? Let me fix that for you,” Brian said playfully, licking up ice cream off of Theo’s chest, while simultaneously scooping more ice cream onto all parts of Theo’s body. Theo laughed as he got tickled, and moaned at moments of sensual pleasure. Brian licked all the way down to Theo’s toes, and remarked “You know, this ice cream tastes good, but you taste better.” Brian slipped Theo’s toes in his mouth and sucked them into his throat, moaning to show agreeable taste.

Theo continued to laugh, as Brian worked his way up Theo’s legs moaning and groaning in hunger and approval like he was eating for the first time in a week. As Brian got to Theo’s hard on, he put extra pressure to knead the member with his throat, and squeeze Theo’s balls tightly in his esophagus. Brian reached his hands forward and massaged Theo’s chest and nipples, working his hands down to grab Theo’s hands and slide them into his mouth alongside Theo’s waist.

“What is happening?” Theo remarked in awe and ecstasy as he felt himself reaching climax elation. Theo’s body writhed and relaxed as Brian pulled his entire torso into his maw. Theo felt his feet plunge into a whole stew of partially digested buffet foods, and kicked around, surprised at how roomy everything was inside. Brian jerked his head back a bit to coax Theo’s shoulders past his jaw, then paused for a moment, tasting Theo’s neck and looking one last time into Theo’s eyes. Brian smiled with his eyes and did one final swallow, sending Theo completely into his fleshy dome of dinner soup.

Theo panted and felt around his surroundings, feeling the clammy walls of Brian’s stomach, growling and creaking as it reacted to his touch. He felt a sudden jostle and knew Brian had slapped his gut and was now rubbing and caressing it from the outside. Theo could see a faintly dark outline of Brian’s massive hands rubbing back and forth against the red tinted light faintly emitting through Brian’s many layers of stomach muscle and fat.

Brian jostled his belly, and Theo rolled around inside, getting comfortable and feeling the stomach walls tighten and release around him, like a strange fleshy hug. So this is what vore really felt like. He could feel his skin tingling a little bit, but with all of the other food inside the gut, the stomach acid was quite diluted and he felt fine.

“Brian! So what happens next? Are you gonna snap me out of here before I get digested? Like the researcher guy? Or have you decided to turn me into belly fat?” Theo called from within.

“What do you think? This is your fantasy experience, remember?” Brian replied, giving a great big belch and throwing his arms around his belly and hugging Theo tightly, “I’m made for your fantasy, bud.”

“I’m thinking…”

[konigbabe]

John Price headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

Author: @konigbabe

Pairing: John Price x f!reader

Warnings: domestic!Price; fluff; nsfw [smut] below the cut

A/N: A small bunch of relationship-related headcanons I came up with ever since my obsession over Capt. Price came to life. This is my own idea of how Price is in a relationship! NSFW under the cut.

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─ ୨ SFW ୧ ─

Okay, so you two definitely met either during one of his missions with TF 141 when you were assigned to help or at some pub near his place.

If you two met at the pub, he made the first move almost immediately after spotting you.

"And I thought the scotch was the only good thing about this place."

For the fun of it, you dodged his advances at first but at the end of the day, you agreed on a date.

If you two met on a mission, he didn't act on his attraction towards you until the mission was successfully and completely over. He was your captain and a professional after all.

You said the L word first despite him knowing he loved you since your first kiss.

He doesn't hurry anything. That's why it took him ages to ask you to move in with him.

He's not home too much and always getting called back to work but when he is at home, his days revolve mostly around you.

You love dancing with him even when he's just standing in the middle of your living room while you circle around him dancing to modern pop. He prefers 80s and 90s music - what he grew up on - but still lets you have a blast with to Lady Gaga or Beyonce.

He loves cooking you breakfast, especially because he wakes up before you and won't wait for you to cook for him.

He's a tea drinker while you love your cup of coffee.

You always wear his shirts at home - they are comfortable and warm and if he's not home, they are your reminder of him.

Sometimes, he lets you trim his beard in the morning - you still in his old shirt that you use as pjs, sitting on the bathroom counter with his calloused hands running up and down your thighs and his eyes fixated on your focused gaze as you ever-so-carefully slide the blade on his cheeks.

He's a silent observer - watching you dust, cook, read or do your favorite things, he will always be around, his eyes never leaving your figure as you move around the house.

Price isn't a big fan of PDA but he goes absolutely feral when someone hits on you outside. He wraps his arm around your waist or holds your hand or even gives you a kiss just to prove that you belong together.

Not a big fan of dates outside the house - he would rather cook you a romantic dinner and run a warm bath with rose petals and candles just so you two can spend the evening together, without the prying eyes of other people.

He always buys you candles even tho you never lit them (except for the dates).

He's absolutely a sucker for skinship even inside the house - his hands always on your waist, fingertips grazing your arms, casual kisses on temple/forehead/jawline/neck or literally anywhere he can reach, "thank yous" always followed by a peck on the lips.

The primal urge you give him whenever he sees you doing your evening yoga to relax your muscles before bed...

─ ୨ NSFW ୧ ─

...and you know what your yoga routine does to him so you use it as a weapon whenever you want to fuck.

Price is a switch but still remains a power bottom.

He's a pussy-pleaser and a gentleman inside and outside the bedroom - ladies always first (preferably multiple times).

He loves eating you out while you're sitting on a table or the edge of the bed.

He prefers deep penetration positions where he can see your face and touch you - his ultimate favorite is the cowgirl.

He secretly likes it when you take control from time to time, holding his hands above his head while sinking deep on his cock as he watches you take all of him, the feeling of proudness only adding to his pleasure as he snaps his hips upwards, getting a satisfying moan out of you.

He always, always makes sure to clean you out with his tongue afterward as you lay on the bed, completely submitted to his mercy.

Both of you are big on aftercare.

He's a gentle dominant lover most of the time but there are days, usually right after he comes home from work when the only thing he wants to do is spend the rest of the day balls deep inside you - you two don't even need to be fucking, he just wants your cunt to warm his cock, to feel the tight squeeze of you.

During those days, he sometimes goes totally primal in bed - sure, he makes sure you come before he's even inside you but after that? You feel like nothing but his own sex toy as he manhandles you into any position known to humankind and uses your body to chase his own desired high. And you taking it all makes him love you even more.

The first time he wrapped his fingers around your throat and the sound you made, it caused him to lose his rhythm as he watched your pupils grow and moans become louder than he ever heard.

He loves it when you deepthroat him but never forces you to do it.

He was the first person to make your legs shake during sex - you always believed it was only a myth until you met Price.

He might need some time recovering after each round but that man can go for HOURS - he's a captain for a reason after all.

[iamvercnika]

ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀ VERONIKA ⠀ ❫ ⸻ ❝ here is how i spend my days now. i live in a beautiful place. i sleep in a beautiful bed. i eat beautiful food. i go for walks through beautiful places. i care for people deeply. at night my bed is full of love, because i alone am in it. i cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and i don't apologize for that. in the mornings i step outside and i'm thankful for another day. it took me many years to arrive at such a life. ❞

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ IDENTITY  ! 

LEGAL  NAME  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ choi yoona ( 최유나  )

ARTIST  NAME  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ veronika  (  베로니카  )

NICKNAMES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ nation’s  witch,  nana,  blooby

BIRTHDAY  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ april  30,  1997

ZODIAC  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ taurus

ETHNICITY  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ south  korean 

OCCUPATION  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ idol, producer, actress

LANGUAGES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ korean,  english,  japanese 

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ PHYSICALITY  ! 

BODY  TYPE  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ mesomorph

BUILD  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ athletic

HEIGHT  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ one  hundred  sixty-two  (  162  )  centimeters  |  five  foot  & three inches  (  5’3”  )

DISTINCTIVE  FEATURES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ piercing eyes, sharp jawline, full lips, beatific smile, a cybersigil tattoo on her left thigh, big scar on her right knee ( always covered with a knee pad or pants )

FACE  CLAIM  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ kim bora  (  dreamcatcher  ) 

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ PERSONALITY  ! 

OVERVIEW  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ VERONIKA exudes an air of mystery, often leaving fans intrigued by her enigmatic persona. she embraces the unknown and is not afraid to delve into darker themes, both in her music and her public image. she faces challenges head-on and is deeply involved in the creative direction of her music and visuals, showcasing her creativity and artistic vision. VERONIKA enjoys pushing boundaries and experimenting with different styles, keeping her fans engaged and intrigued.

POSITIVE  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ VERONIKA's ability to connect with her audience on an emotional level, sharing her own experiences and struggles, nurtures a sense of empathy and understanding among her fans. she demonstrates remarkable resilience in the face of adversity, bouncing back from setbacks and using challenges as opportunities for growth. she treats others with respect and kindness, valuing the contributions of her collaborators and showing appreciation for her fans. despite her dark image, VERONIKA is deeply compassionate, using her platform to raise awareness of social issues and advocate for positive change.

NEGATIVE  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ her dedication to her craft can border on perfectionism, leading to self-criticism and a reluctance to release new music until it meets her high standards. VERONIKA's introspective nature may lead her to withdraw from others at times, preferring solitude to social interaction, which can create challenges in building and maintaining relationships. VERONIKA's strong-willed nature can sometimes manifest as stubbornness, making it difficult for her to compromise or consider alternative perspectives in collaborative settings. may use her music as a means of escape, withdrawing from reality or avoiding personal challenges rather than confronting them directly.

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ OTHER  ! 

HABITS  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ staring into the distance / spacing out, playing with jewellery or accessories, nail tapping, twirling hair, humming softly in random moments, subtle smirks, stirring drinks clockwise FEARS  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ loss of identity,  abandonment, being trapped, betrayal PET  PEEVES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ interrupting her creative process, disrespect for boundaries, disorganisation, being treated as a stereotype HOBBIES  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ songwriting, reading, collecting crystals, yoga, collecting plants, gardening, cooking live, photography TALENTS  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ singing, dancing,  visual art, production,  acting, voice mimicry, calligraphy

₊‧⁺˖ ⠀⠀⠀ BIOGRAPHY  ! 

PRE-DEBUT  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ VERONIKA began her musical training in her early teens, studying vocal techniques and music theory. inspired by a diverse range of musical genres, including rock, pop, and classical, VERONIKA honed her skills as a vocalist and songwriter. in addition to her love for music, VERONIKA also had a passion for the arts. she enjoyed drawing, painting, and exploring different forms of creative expression. this early interest in visual arts would later influence her approach to music videos and stage performances. despite her natural talent and passion for music, VERONIKA faced challenges along the way. like many aspiring artists, she encountered moments of doubt and insecurity, wondering if she had what it took to succeed in the competitive music industry. however, her determination and love for music always prevailed, driving her to continue pursuing her dreams.

PRESENT  ⸻   ⠀⠀⠀ since her debut, VERONIKA has continued to push the boundaries of music, exploring themes of darkness, mysticism, and empowerment in her music. she has released several successful albums and singles, each showcasing her evolution as an artist and her commitment to her unique concept. VERONIKA's influence extends beyond music, as she has become a fashion icon known for her bold and avant-garde style. she is also actively involved in various philanthropic efforts, using her platform to raise awareness of social issues and support causes close to her heart. despite her public persona, VERONIKA maintains a relatively private personal life. she is known for her introspective nature and deep connection to her art, often drawing inspiration from her own experiences and emotions.

[yourlovedahlia]

─── ・ ✦ BASIC

☆ birth name: lim dahlia (임 달리아) ☆ nickname (s): star, alien, lia, girly, tahlia, dallie, dadah ☆ birthdate: 8th december, 2001 ☆ place of birth: busan, south korea ☆ zodiac sign (s): sagittarius sun, virgo moon + snake ☆ ethnicity: korean ☆ language (s): korean (fluent), english (fluent) dutch (proficient) japanese (conversational)

─── ・ ✦ CAREER

☆ stage name: girl from nowhere (걸 프롬 노웨어) ☆ occupation: idol / soloist ☆ years active: 2024 ☆ training: three and a quarter years ☆ company: octavia music co.

─── ・ ✦ PHYSICAL

☆ face claim: julie han (julie from KISS OF LIFE) ☆ gender: female ☆ body modification (s): tattoos / side rib (left), pelvic area and forearm (right). piercings / two helix and two lobe (right ear), double lobe (left ear) ☆ distinctive feature (s): scar on forearm, doe eyes, unique nail art, sharp jawline ☆ height: 161 cm (5 feet 2 inches) ☆ blood type: ab positive.

─── ・ ✦ OTHER

☆ father: lim jiyoung (임 지영) ☆ mother: beom sebin (범 세빈) ☆ pet: cinnamon (gecko) ☆ sexuality: bicurious ☆ habits: biting lip when focusing, shaking her head when thinking, putting her weight on one leg, tapping nails on surfaces, grabbing her necklace, using men's cologne. ☆ fears: bulls, climbing tall places, clowns, her old videos resurfacing ☆ hobbies: embroidery, pilates and yoga, painting her nails, keychain making, scrolling on social media ☆ pet peeves: forgetting something, show offs, people giving feedback on unfinished writings, people reading aloud, standing too close to someone, unnecessary complaining

─── ・ ✦ BACKGROUND

lim dahlia was born on the 8th of december in the year 2001, to lim jiyoung and beom sebin. her parents were fairly rich due to being being real estate developers. their lifelong dream had been to travel the world, and they had another addition to their team.

her toddler years were spent in s. korea, since her parents wanted her to make memories in the neighbourhood they had grown up in. dahlia's adventorous nature had resulted in a broken arm from climbing a tall tree in the park near their house.

they shortly moved to japan due to her father getting an offer to develop an estate in a suburb. dahlia had been only four when they had situated themselves in the country for this project. she had made friends with some children from her preschool.

a year or two had passed before they packed up everything and moved once again. the trio made a nest for themselves in the european country of the netherlands. dahlia discovered multiple dutch artist that guided her in learning the language, as well as famous singers from english speaking countries.

the rest of her child years were spent in the netherlands. her dutch had become better the more she spoke it, and her goals became clear to her one day when she saw a bagpipe player in the city. her interest in the musical instrument sky rocketed once her family went to scotland for her school holiday.

for dahlia's 11th birthday. her parents surprised her with news of them moving again. she had been feeling down after the news, since all her current friends were right there in europe. to calm her troubles, jiyoung and sebin took her to her grandmothers farm back in korea. dahlia was exploring the vast area, when she had run into a herd of cattle. the poor girl had been chased away by one of the bulls in the herd, a new fear developing from that incident.

the lim family settled in boulder, colorado. dahlia had made her parents promise that they weren't going to move for a fourth time. her wish had been fullfilled?? once they confirmed that this was the last time they planned to move?.

the teen girl expanded on her interest in music by joining her schools music club. there she had learnt more instruments. in the year 2013, dahlia downloaded the app 'vine', where she started making relatable videos about her life.

she had gained popularity on the app a few months after downloading it. one of her videos had been looped about 5 million times and shared around the same amount of loops it had.

once the app had been shut down in 2017, dahlia tried to get into musical.ly, but didn't like it as much as she liked vine. in the latter year of 2017, dahlia went radio silent on her fans from vine and musical.ly, none of them knowing why.

no news of dahlia were heard, people hadn't even seen her in public after the sudden disappearance on her social media. even her instagram account had no updates, the number of posts staying the same, only the follower numbers increasing by the day.

in 2022, an anonymous video of a girl dancing to havana by camila cabello had been posted on every social media. the girl had a mask over most of her face, concealing her identity from the public.

people made theories on who the mysterious girl could be, but none of the claims were disclosed.

once girl from nowhere had revealed her identity on july 2024, people had mixed reactions. most fans were extatic that dahlia had come back to the music industry after being gone for so long. others were confused as to why she had showed her face now, and not earlier.

the girl went live on her instagram to address any questions. her reason for not showing her identity to the public at first was due to her concept of space and mystery. she explained that as much as people know about space, it is still a mysterious place we don't really know a lot about.

another reason was because she wanted people to focus on her voice and dance skills, ignoring whether she was beautiful or not.

[bluegalaxygirl]

It's not just a dream (Zosan X reader)

Plot: Nightmares plague the readers head and when confiding in Robin is told that the things they see are real creatures who feed off your dreams.

The creature is based off Lovecraft stories and thank you to @being-worthy for the suggestion <3. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Warning: Nightmares, Making out, Violence and Dreamcore.

Stone stairs spiralled around buildings either leading to a deadly drop or to a new street with starched out buildings and floating street signs. This place made no sense but you kept running trying to find a way out. Panting, sweaty and scared you have no idea why your running in the first place, there was no one around but you felt like something was hunting you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and anxiety welled up inside as you made it to the end of a very long stair case stopping just before falling off the edge. Way down bellow, to far for you to survive a jump was train tracks and buildings in odd shapes and sizes, nothing was in a straight line and the windows of the buildings were out of place along with doors that were either too small or sideways. Your breath hitched in your throat feeling like something was behind you, there was no sound to indicate it but your body was telling you something was there. Slowly turning around a humanoid creature stood on the stairs behind you, You could tell it was looking at you even though it had no face, just wrinkled flash covering its head and two long winding horns pointing inwards. Its arms were like bat wings with long claws, it had no hair or fur just rubbery skin pulled over an unbelievably skinny body. Its long skinny barbed tail swished back and forth somehow not making any sound. As you stepped back it stepped closer, your feet almost over the edge but every part of you said to keep going, just get away form it. Your body moved on its own stepping back once more falling over the edge, as you fell its head peeked over the edge tilting it before you hit the ground.

Gasping awake you sit up Zoro's arms already around you as he whispered soothing words to you "Its ok baby, it's just a dream" he sighs pushing your hair out of your sticky face as you try and catch your breath and take in your surrounding's. Your in the large bed the three of you share, Sanji's gone probably making breakfast while Zoro holds you close. "S-sorry" you sigh starting to calm down "There's nothing to be sorry for" the swords man pulls away lifting your chin up so your looking at him "You ok?" his voice smooth and calm as his thumb rubs your jawline "Yea.. i'm ok". Helping you up and out of bed Zoro gives you a sad smile. You've been having nightmares for a few weeks now, leaving you tired and heart pounding, every dream takes place in the same place with that same creature. Sometimes it attacks you and other times it just watches you. Sanji and Zoro have been very worried about you, the dark circles under your eyes getting worse and falling asleep at random times of the day only to wake up in a sweat or even screaming like something attacked you.

You had a routine by now, Wake up, calm down, take a shower, pick at your food, try not to fall asleep, fall asleep, rinse and repeat. The vicious cycle seeming to never end, you didn't even know what day it was and things like reading became something you couldn't do, it either made you too tired or the words on the page started moving making your head hurt. Chopper tried to help, he superscribed teas, yoga, meditation and more but none of it seemed to work. The rest of the crew was concerned to the point where no one was comfortable letting you go out alone or fight, you didn't mind though, too tired to argue let alone think. After your shower Zoro helps you dry your hair, insisting you don't lift anything heavy even though its just a hair dryer but again your too tired to argue just letting it happen as you sit there trying not to fall asleep again. On your way to the kitchen your swords man keeps an arm around your waist, you think he's just being clingy but unbeknownst to you he was stopping you from swaying side to side as you walked.

"Morning my loves" Sanji's cheery voice makes you smile as you both enter the kitchen and take a seat "Morning Hun" you greet letting Zoro help you sit down before he heads off over to the cook "Morning" the swords man greets running a hand around Sanji's waist as the man cooks before pressing a kiss on his temple. Not everyone was up yet, It was early only Brook, Chopper, Robin, Sanji, Zoro and you were in the kitchen. With your head laying in your hand you look up at the two with a smile, a hand lightly pressed against your arm gaining your attention. Robin sat next to you with a concerned face, Chopper next to her looking at you "You ok? Iv been calling you" The reindeer asks making you sit up straight "Sorry, what do you need?" you ask as Robin's hand moves to yours holding it "You still having nightmares?" She asks watching you nod "Can you tell us about them?" The doctor asks, this question always seems to come up, What do you dream about? What scars you? Why does it scar you? The questions annoy you and over the past week your answers have gotten a lot shorter and more snappy. "Same as the others" you snap Robins hand squeezing yours as Chopper looks down.

A cup of tea and a plate of food was placed in front of you Sanji leaning down with a smile taking the cigarette out of his mouth before placing a kiss on your head. Zoro joins sitting next to you digging into his own food "Are you going to eat today love?" Sanji's voice full of worry about your health only for you to shrug "It looks good but i'm not that hungry" You can't face him when you talk about food, you love his cooking and his face is so sad when you don't eat it, makes you feel worse. The cook puts his cigarette out and rubs your shoulders leaning down and kissing your cheek "Just eat what you can, please" his begging hurt your heart and makes you want to cry, all you want is to sleep, one good night sleep where you don't wake up after dying in your dream. "I'll try. Thank you" you sigh reaching your hand up you place it on one of his. Robin squeezes your other hand to get your attention "I know your not in the mood to talk but... we really want to help" her voice is soft almost like a mother talking to her scared child but you feel comfort in it. Chopper nods standing up in his chair "Could you please describe your dreams in detail? Robin and I have been reading up on dream theory and meanings so maybe we can help" The doctors pleas makes you tear up a little, you know they all care so much for you but your so tired. Sanji's hands squeeze your shoulders trying to give you encouragement to go on while Zoro's hand moves to your thigh as he leans over to you "Please" he whispers getting you to sigh and with a tired mind you start talking.

You tried your best to describe everything, what the world looked like, how things felt so real, the ways you died until you finally got to the creature. Deciding it with tears in your eyes, you talked about how it was always silent, even when it flew over you, its wings never made a sound. How its claws digged into your flash as you try to grab onto its smooth rubbery skin. They looked at you in shock not realizing the extent of your nightmares before now but what caught your attention was Robin's and Brook's face. The musician had stopped drinking his tea almost dropping the cup as you described the creature, Robins eyes widen and her grip tightens on your hand making it tingle from the lack of blood flow "What?" Sanji's voice brakes the long silence that filled the room once you were done talking, seeing the expressions of his crew mates faces made him worry. "Y/N, your not having dreams" Brooks voice catches your attention but his words make no sense, you put it down to being tired and mishearing him only for Zoro's abrasive voice to confirm what you had heard him right "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Their alive and their here." His anger boiled over Sanji having to place a hand on the sword mans shoulder to stop him from getting up. "He's right" Robin sighs releasing your hand a little letting the blood flow through again. "I read about these creatures. Night-gaunt's. They feed off dreams in a way. Its hard to explain, but they keep their victim in a constant state of fear and exhaustion until that person dies, then they move on to the next. they feed of your energy making you tired, what's happening is real, it's in a dream world but... its real"

You didn't know whether to believe her or not but as Brook stood and walked over leaning across the table to look at you it hit you that this was real. "One of my old crew was a target." The sadness on the skeletons face tolled you all the outcome, it made you scared "But, there is a way we can break it. In the dream you have to die one way or another, if you live then there's not enough fear for the Night-gaunt to keep a hold of you" hope filled you at his words knowing there was a way out. Sanji's arms moved form your shoulder to around you placing his head on your shoulder still trying to take everything in, he couldn't bare losing you. Zoro tried his best to keep his mouth shut, he was too angry about the situation and he wanted nothing more than to kill the creature doing this to you. "How though?" your voice finally rang out managing to collect yourself enough to deal with the situation. "Well one of the dream books we read talked about a ritual that can make people enter each others dreams. If we do it right, some of us can go in with you and help" Robin's smile made you feel warm and you nodded happily agreeing with her "Im gonna kick that thing's ass" Zoro growled one hand taking yours while the other landed on his swords "Im going too" Sanji kisses your cheek, you turn to face them both their eyes filled with a burning desire to protect and fight for you.

As night approached everything was finally ready, set up in the work shop the only light were candles dotted around the room. A large circle on the floor made of salt and lavender and inside laid you, Sanji and Zoro, your heads touching as you laid on your backs making a Y shape. Chopper had you drink some strange tasting tea before you all laid down while Robin read from the book explaining everything to you. "Once its starts we can't stop, the ritual lasts about an hour but to you three it'll feel like ten or twenty minutes since time moves faster in dreams. Remember to stay calm and don't do anything dangerous" you nod at her as you all hold hands feeling slightly dizzy from the tea. Brook starts to play a very light song with his violin while Robin starts to read the ritual form the book. Things start to go fuzzy and her words drift from being loud to being dulled, the violin soothing making your eyes close.

Opening your eyes and sitting up you notice your surroundings, long winding street with odd shaped buildings that dont line up with the street and staircases winding around from the floor into the air. This time the dreamland felt different, you weren't scared and instead of no small at all there was a faint smell of lavender. "Y/N?" Zoro's and Sanji's voices sounded behind you, for a minute you forgot that they came with you, turning your two boys walk over to you and you can't help but run up to hug them both. "Hay baby" Zoro laughs holding you close as Sanji runs a hand through your hair "You feeling ok?" the swords man pulls away to ask. in the dream world you look less tired, no bags under your eyes and you seem to have your energy back "Yea i'm good. We should get going though?" Sanji looks down at you not convinced by your words "My love, your safe with us" his soothing touch on your cheek makes you feel calmer but you can feel the anxiety inside starting to rise "I know but its best to keep moving. Staying in one place for too long is dangerous" Not wanting to scare you more than you already are the two agree to start walking. Taking the boys hands they keep you in the middle as you walk around aimlessly.

The strange word makes no sense to any of you and nothing looks the same making it hard to figure out where to go but you keep walking. A spark of fear and anxiety flares in your chest making you stop in your tracks, Zoro and Sanji doing the same looking around and pulling you close between the two "You can sense it?" The cook asks his arm around your waist as he holds you close to his back, his leg slightly raised ready to kick anything that comes near. "Yea. I-i don't know where it is though" you whisper back afraid the creature will hear you as you cling to Sanji's back. "Stay close, we've got you" Zoro whispers back holding two of his swords out his back pressed up against yours. The world is quiet as the three of you look around, your goal is to survive, easier said than done even with the two strongest men around. Tears well up in your eyes at the sickness growing inside you, you hate that feeling, it means the creature is very close. You try to breath slowly taking in deep breaths as Sanji's hand rubs your hip but your breath catches in your throat. Turning your head slowly to look the other side of you as you tug of Sanji's arm. The silent flesh faced creature stands beside you making you scream out and back away as its clawed wing swings down to hurt you, two swords block it and push the wings back up as Sanji kicks the creature in the chest sending it falling away form the three of you.

It makes no sound, no grunt or growl as it stands up tilting its head at the three of you "Its even creepier than you described" Sanji glares at the thing, disgust welling up inside. Catching your breath you manage to steady yourself as it just stood there "Get inside" Zoro nudges you but you don't move "Can't, none of the doors or windows open" you reply the creature starting to flap its wing but like always its silent. Lifting its self off the ground it fly's at the three of you, it's long legs turning to kick at Zoro who blocks it only for one of its wings to come down and slash at the swords man. Sanji jumps in using his leg to block the clawed wing form hitting the man but as the creature pushes off using its other wing to stay in the air it used its tail to whip the cook in the face sending him falling over form the force. Running over to Sanji the creature try's clawing at Zoro again but is pushed away and sliced across the wing. Checking Sanji's face you notice a small cut on his cheek but other than that he seemed fine, helping him up you notice the sword slash actually did some damage. The creatures wing was split open but there was no blood just flash hanging as it backed up, Its head turned to you and Sanji leaping at the two of you. Sanji easily kicked it way, you could tell it was getting angry, its movements becoming more animalistic than calculated.

It kept trying to lunge at you but your boys managed to stop it or at least pull you away telling you not to get involved and just say behind them. The more they hurt it the less scared you became, you could have hurt this thing if you wanted too but it kept you so scared it made you think you couldn't. As time went on it got more and more desperate trying to get to you before the time ran out. Sanji's leg kicked its feet out from under it as Zoro sliced through its wing taking it clean off. The creature ignored it though, going between the two and pushing off the ground to lunge at you. Quick thinking saved you, grabbing a floating road sigh you swung hitting it in the face sending it to the ground as it skidded passed you. Sanji ran past you as it got up kicking its head into the wall and holding it there as Zoro stabbed its swords into the creature's chest. It tried to wiggle out, its tail coming up to whip at Zoro only for you to kick it into the wall, the barbed end getting stuck in the bricks. Relief washed over you as you looked at the creature you once feared, your eyes felt heavy again and the smell of lavender got stronger making you feel woozy.

Opening your eyes Chopper smiles down at you "Your awake" The reindeer cheers wrapping his arms around your neck hugging you as you sit up holding him in your arm. You giggle and run your hand through his fur hearing groans behind you as Zoro and Sanji wake up. "You did it" The doctor cry's into your shoulder as you turn to look at Zoro and Sanji. Robin helped the cook up who thanked her with a big smile, the cut on his cheek no where to be found. Zoro stood up stretching as Brook offered to help but got pushed away. "Thank you" you smile at them all, feeling tired but safe. Chopper lifts his head up form your neck, his eyes streaming with tears and blue nose running "Y/N... i'm so glad your alive" he cried making you giggle and pat his head. "We'll see if its successful after tonight." Robin nods as Zoro walks over and picks you up form the ground holding you in his arms "You look like hell" he laughs a little, the bags under your eyes dark and puffy while your hair messy, but he still loves you. "Well i think you look amazing my love" Sanji walks over placing a kiss on your cheek. "Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning" Robin smiles patting your leg before leaving Brook following after her. "You going too?" you ask down at Chopper who's still in your arms, you feel him shake his head clinging onto you for dear life. "Come on Chopper I'll take you to bed" Sanji laughs trying to grab the reindeer who squirms in your arm trying to hold on. "Oh it's ok Hun, he can stay" you can't resist the fluffy doctor, he's too cute to say no too.

Zoro carries you and Chopper to bed Sanji holding the door open for him. The two boys didn't mind Chopper spending the night, he's done it before and it makes you happy. The poor reindeer feel asleep in your arms on the way to the room, not wanting to disturb him the three of you stayed quiet, the swords man putting you in bed and laying next to you while Sanji got in the other side pulling the blankets over you. The cook leans in and places his lips on yours caressing your face with his hand as he moved closer but still trying not to disturb Chopper. Zoro places his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck leading kisses up to your ear. The past few weeks you've been too tired to show affection the way you used too, so they hoped now things will go back to normal, you hoped so too not wanting to neglect them. Pulling away from Sanji with a smile Zoro's fingers pull your chin to look behind you at him. Leaning over you slightly he kisses your lips keeping a firm grip of your chin as he moves his lips with yours. The swords man lets you go letting you lay your head on the pillow and get comfy while Sanji leans over and pulls Zoro in for a kiss. The kiss turns into a make out, their tongues fighting for control a little, but they both enjoy it pulling away to lay down with you and hold you close. That nights was the best sleep you have ever had, no creatures, no death and no fear.

[petri808]

@allaboutnalu Gift for @genavere If you have an AO3 account let me know the user name and I can tag you there. Thanks!

Happy Holidays! 🤶🏻🎄🎁 Hope you enjoy!

For being Christmas Eve, the weather is semi-warm compared to the meteorologist’s news report that morning. Not that it mattered too much, as Lucy rolls her blouses long sleeves up to her elbows, because she always wore long sleeves, long pants, or long skirts anytime she left her apartment. People often stare as they pass to the strange young blonde wearing such warm clothes during the scorching summer months, so the autumn and winter months give her a reprieve from those second glances. But she’s gotten used to the attention or at least has learned to ignore them.

Today’s outfit consists of a dark-reddish-colored, soft cotton, long sleeve, loose-fitting, high-necked turtleneck top that covers all the way up to the jawline, paired with dark gray yoga pants, and fur-rimmed, mid-calf boots. Casual, nice, but not too attention seeking. Oh, no, attention is the last thing Lucy wants from anyone. She isn’t quite an agoraphobic, but close enough. Lucy works from home as an independent contractor editor and article writer for field journalists, a ghost writer who takes all their notes and information and writes a draft that she sends back to the journalist for publishing. Her one condition is to not be listed in the article as a contributor. Most of her groceries are delivered and she doesn’t travel unless necessary. 

One of the few times she leaves home during the week is to eat at a restaurant when she’s tired of cooking and since it’s Christmas, why not splurge a little instead of getting fast food. Which is where she’s heading now, to an upscale but family-friendly type place, the staff has always been nice and accommodating due to her circumstances. It’s a bit sad to be eating out on Christmas Eve alone, but as she walks in on this Wednesday early evening, the server, recognizing her, immediately guides Lucy to a booth in the back corner of the restaurants dining room. It’s her favorite table because the booth partially faces away from the other diners and it’s not near a street-facing window. The few times that it was already taken, and she had to sit at a different table, it was uncomfortable to eat with the feeling of eyes boring into her back. Whether or not people are looking, past traumas have Lucy always in an anxious, self-conscious state of mind, and it’s only when alone can she relax. 

As she waits, Lucy notes the festive decorations they’ve added all around the room. It’s a mix of tradition and modern chic, perhaps professionally done, to match the fine dining restaurant. There’s a red-tinged, flocked, Christmas tree with slow-pulsing white, fiber-optic lights next to the host stand at the front, decorated with silver, black, and red glass ball ornaments, and topped with a silver star. Over every other booth along the walls there is a green holly bough with red and white berries, short silver pick sprays that are sparingly pierced between the leaves, and finished with a black velvet ribbon where the top meets the hanging wire. On each table, the normally white napkins are replaced with a red one that has an embroidered silver bell on each corner. Last year, the napkins were green with white snowflakes. 

About 15 minutes later, the server brings Lucy’s meal. Her choice of dinner is a shrimp scampi with linguini noodles and side of garlic toast, the best she’s tasted out of any other restaurant’s recipes. After a few bites and a sip of wine, she’s slowly easing up in the quiet place. Soft spoken conversation can be heard around the room along with typical restaurant sounds, clinking dishes, register beeps, order up calls, and the faint sound of the cars driving by on the street next to the building. It’s only 4:30 pm, not even dark yet, but the dinner rush diners are starting to trickle in, causing the servers to pick up their paces. Lucy’s looks at her phone as she finishes up her meal. She’ll leave within the next 30 minutes to get away before it turns into a full house. 

Everything is going smoothly when suddenly, Lucy’s ears perk up to a rising sound of abnormal noises she’s never heard in the restaurant before. Guest’s closer to the front are starting to look around and the conversation tones grow in both volume and tone. Banging sounds, dishes falling and crashing, Lucy hears a scream and a thud, and then— “FIRE!” She hears. Again, the domino of screams, fire, fire, evacuate! Oh, God, she can smell the smoke! Panic grips the restaurant and all hell break loose as patrons and employees are running for exits, people and tables are being knocked over, trampled, and pushed around in their bid to reach the door.    

A loud whooshing roar fills Lucy’s ears and her vision somehow shifts back to the living room of her old home, sending her pulse into a sprint, yet every muscle in her body grinds to a screeching halt, a fork gripped in mid-air, eye’s wide and mouth agape. This can’t be happening! Every second counts when there’s a fire, something she knows better than most, but her legs refuse to move. She doesn’t even know where the fire is coming from, so what if she leaves the current safety of the booth and burns before she can reach the front door?! As tears stream unencumbered Lucy finally gathers her strength, only to slip underneath the table.

It’s no use, all she can hear is the phantom crackling of a fire burning its way through a structure. Trapped. The smoke is growing thicker. ‘Get down, get down,’ her dead mother’s voice rings in her ears; they can’t get out of the house! Lucy pulls her legs to her chest and wraps her arms around to protect them, head down, resting her forehead in the slight space above her chest. She fights a losing battle to slow her panic breathing despite it getting harder to breathe as the smoke envelopes her in a black, greasy haze that with each choking cough burns the throat and stings the eyes. ‘It hurts mama! It hurts!’ The scars throb on the left side of her body, burning from the phantom heat, and a phantom smell of burning flesh and hair are all Lucy can perceive, swallowing her back up again. This is it. Fate has come to finish what it started; she muses as the smoky darkness chokes the life out of her. 

The street outside is cordoned off by the police to keep spectators out of the way of the emergency services. Fire trucks arrive within five minutes of the call and immediately speak to the chef and staff who explain the fire is in the kitchen. The kitchen staff has tried their best to put out the grease fire, but the flame-retardant spray couldn’t reach far into the vent above the grill where the buildup of goopy grease and oil from not being cleaned properly cling to the sides. So far, the flames are isolated to the kitchen, but the oily black smoke from the burning grease has turned into a layer of grimy fog that burns when breathed in or gets into the eyes. That stinging pain is what ultimately drives the cooks out. 

While firefighters rush towards the kitchen, one is tasked to do a sweep of the building. Even though the waitstaff believe they’ve gotten everyone out, they can’t take the chance of anyone being left behind. It’s now been about ten minutes since the 911 call, so the clock is ticking against anyone trapped inside. The smoke can easily suffocate, and the oily air could do lasting damage to the throat and eyes. 

Natsu Dragneel starts by checking both restrooms for guests, then sweeps his flashlight beam under each table and booth as he passes by, meticulously one by one, left, right, left, making his way towards the rear of the dining room. As a firefighter his concerns are life first, property second and each time they are called to a scene with potential people inside, his fear is being the one to find someone he cannot save. It’s the fear of every emergency responder not to be that one and just as he’s about to breathe a sigh of relief to reach the last booth without a victim, his heart stops cold when his light falls on a curled-up body under the table. 

“I’ve got one!” Natsu quickly screams into his radio to put the EMTs on notice. It’s a young woman and based on the soft rise and fall of her chest she’s still alive. “She’s unconscious!”

The space under the table is a bit tight for him to get under with all his equipment, so he drags the table from the booth and shoves it out of the way. He then sweeps the limp woman into a bridal carry and rushes out of the building to an awaiting ambulance, placing her onto the gurney. As the EMTs immediately get to work, Natsu finally has a chance to see what the woman looks like. Spots of blonde hair gleam in the sunlight through the patches of greasy soot clinging to strands and skin. She looks around his age, average height, and weight with a beautiful figure, maybe a bit younger but it’s hard to tell with the oxygen mask obscuring some of her facial features. Something catches his attention, partially blocked by her hair, but if he’s not mistaken there’s a patch of distorted skin peeking out from the turtleneck along the side of her neck, perhaps a burn? 

She’s breathing normally with the help of the mask but is still unconscious and the EMTs are not quite sure why since there doesn’t appear to be anything else physically wrong with her aside from some redness in her throat and eyes from the carbon monoxide and smoke. Since the fire never reached her, there’s also no burns. Why didn’t she evacuate, Natsu wonders. He checks the crossbody purse on her body and finds a wallet. ‘Lucy Heartfilia,’ he reads off her I.D. Most people’s reactions to a fire are to flee, but there are some who freeze, so is that what happened to Ms. Heartfilia? 

“Oi! Dragneel!” 

“Huh?” Natsu is so wrapped up in the mysterious woman that he’s forgotten he’s still on the scene. “Oh. Yeah?” He yells back to his boss Captain Guildarts. 

“You, done with the vic’ yet?” The captain questions.

Natsu returns the I.D. back to her wallet. “Yeah, why?” 

Guildarts points up. “Go check out the roof vent, see what condition it is for the report.”

“If it’s been cleaned or not?” Natsu clarifies. While the grill hood should be cleaned once a month, the whole venting system in a kitchen should be cleaned out fully at least once a year. Even aerosolized grease and oil can stick to the smooth sides of the metal duct work, which can catch fire under the right conditions and threaten the entire building.

“Yeah.” The captain responds. 

“Got it boss.” Natsu starts off towards an access ladder on the side of the building, but his boss isn’t finished. He pauses. 

“And Dragneel. When you’re done with that, go on and check on the victim at the hospital,” Guildarts winks knowingly. 

It makes Natsu flush. “T-Thanks,” he fumbles, then breaks into a gaily sprint. 

That Guildarts, Natsu muses. The guy is always chasing women, so no wonder he caught on to his intrigue. Nothing wrong with wanting to check on a victim, public service is their duty after all. Oh, who is he kidding himself, the pretty blonde has caught his eye, and he wants to learn more about her. Why was she eating alone at the restaurant? Her hair was up in a messy bun, but that only added to her charm, and the blue cat earrings were cute. It’s a warm day too, yet she’s wearing long pants and a long sleeve high turtleneck top. That’s unusual, and he just happened to notice no ring on her finger. How is someone like her single? … Wait. Natsu stops moving and looks around. He’s standing on the roof in front of the vent, but all he’s done is zone out thinking about the woman. Back in your pants, Dragneel. He shakes it off and gets back to work checking into the vent duct. It’s dirty, but not too bad. He’ll tell his boss to recommend they get it cleaned anyways and make sure to be more stringent in their cleaning schedule. Okay, now, back to the station to change, shower, then head to the hospital. ‘I hope she’ll be awake when I get there.’

When Natsu arrives at the hospital, he uses his privileges as a firefighter to get in to see the woman. The rules are only family members during non-visiting hours, but buttering up the nurses isn’t difficult considering he’s showing concern for a victim. He sneaks a peak at her charts and sees her prognosis. Smoke inhalation, elevated levels of the stress hormone cortisol, redness in the eyes from the smoke, they believe she passed out from hyperventilating, unsure of why she is still unconscious, but overall healthy and will hold overnight for observation. She’s hooked to an IV drip with some antibiotics to ward off potential infection and has a nose tube set up just to assist. He mumbles to himself. “Next of kin contacted,” the notes say, but doesn’t report if the person answered, and obviously the room is empty except for him. Add another check mark to the mystery woman.

‘She just looks like she’s sleeping,’ he notes her relaxed brows, ‘peaceful,’ really, like the day’s events were just an illusion. Natsu sits down on a chair next to the left side of the bed closest to the window simply observing, but that’s when something on her neck catches his attention. Right, and now that he can see it better, it’s definitely a burn, a large burn that travels up into the hair line at the back of her nape and down, disappearing into her gown. “Whoa…” he breathes out. That’s a serious injury, it must have something to do with her reaction at the restaurant. ‘I wonder how far down it travels…’ Natsu’s curiosity grows. He looks up from his seat to see if anyone is walking by the room, and when the coast appears clear, he slowly, gently lifts the blanket that covers her arms and body. It does in fact disappear into the gown where he can’t see, but what is revealed is more burn scars on the upper part of her left arm above the elbow and smaller groupings on her legs. He can’t see above her mid-thigh how high up the scars go, but there are also varying sized spots on her calf, shin, and ankle. 

A small cloud of moisture gathers in Natsu’s eyes as he slumps back into the chair, realizing just why she wears clothes that cover so much skin. This poor woman, Lucy, has been through a bad fire before, no wonder she panicked in the restaurant. Everything makes sense now. The hyperventilating, increased cortisol, freezing and hiding under the table. Even though the fire hadn’t reached her, she reacted to it. Likely the smoke alone set her off. Natsu reaches under the blanket and takes hold of Lucy’s limp hand. So small and delicate in his larger hand that it swallows hers up. The fact that she’s been through such a harrowing event before and still carrying on sits well in Natsu’s heart. Lucy probably covers up in shame, but to him, they’re a survivor’s badge of honor, and there’s nothing ugly about that. He rests his arms on the bed and puts his head down for the time being to get some rest too. Since no one else is here for her, he’ll be the one she wakes up to.

By the time Lucy wakes up, the sun has risen and brightly shines in through the sheer-curtained window on her bed. ‘Huh? Bed?’ The last thing she remembers is passing out in the restaurant, yet now here she is feeling refreshed. How many hours has it been, at least 13 or 14 based on it being night anymore! The brilliant white room is silent except for the soft whirring sounds of the breathing machine and light beeps of the heart monitor. She can feel the small sting of the IV line stuck in her arm and the stranger sensation of the nose tube, but other than that, the only other discomfort is a mildly irritated throat and burning sensation at the corners of her eyes— Eh? And a weight on her hand? Why is hand heavy? Lucy tries to move her hand, but something not only holds it back, but squeezes! Quickly, her eyes pop open, looking towards the source.

“Eeek!” Lucy squeals and yanks her hand away, the loose nose tube pulling off her face as she scrambles against the headboard from the strange man sleeping next to her bed! “What are you doing in my room!”

The shrill sound so close to his ear woke Natsu with such a start, he’s instantly awake and jumps out of the chair. “A call?!” He thinks it’s the alarm at the station alerting them to another fire. “I’m up! I’m up!”

“Who are you!” Lucy snaps again. “Why are you in my room?!”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Natsu stumbles over his words as his brain gets back on track. “Sorry,” he plops back onto the chair. “Didn’t mean to scare ya, but I’m the guy who pulled you out of the restaurant.”

Oh? Oh… “Firefighter?” She asks hesitantly, or could it be a cop? 

“Yeah!” Natsu smiles and nervously scratches the back of his neck. “That’s me.”

But still, “why are you here?” It’s hours later! “Is it normal to check on us?”

“Not normally,” he admits. “Just… well, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Kinda had me worried a bit ‘cause the doctors said you should’ve woken up a lot sooner, and I wondered if it has something to do with that,” he points to her neck. “This isn’t your first fire, is it?”

Stunned, Lucy is not sure how to respond. This guy is a stranger, so why would she talk to a stranger, and yet he seems so earnest to have waited all this time for her to wake up, on Christmas of all days! She relaxes back into a cross-legged position. “What’s your name?”

“Oof,” duh, “sorry,” he apologizes. “Natsu Dragneel.”

“Lucy Heartfilia,” she reciprocates, “and yeah,” her voice softens, “years ago when I was four.” 

Natsu’s shoulders slump and gaze lowers, eyes softening and shining from the gathering moisture, as his tone fills with genuine despair. “I’m really sorry you had to go through that. No one should have to.”

“Hey,” Lucy reaches out and places her hand over his. “It’s okay, you saved me, right? Twice now a fireman’s pulled me out of a fire, so don’t feel so bad, ‘cause you’re an angel to me.”

That heartfelt appreciation pulls Natsu to look up and what he sees makes his heart skip. Lucy’s big, almond-shaped brown eyes are teary-eyed too, but her face is graced with such a beautiful smile that’s haloed by the sun’s rays as if the angels themselves are besotted. This woman has faced death twice that he knows of and yet here she is comforting him, even though he’s perfectly fine. The sound of trumpets sounds off as his brain instantly short-circuits and quick as a flash, Natsu turns over his hand to take firm hold of hers, “Be my girlfriend!’ He blurts out with eyes flashing in excitement. “I-I mean, truth is I’m here ‘cause I’ve fallen for you, a-and— yeah,” he stammers, scratching his head from nervous energy, “sorry, I’m an idiot, but I think you’re really cute and something just makes me want to wrap you up and protect you so this never happens again…”

Though thoroughly surprised, this man’s enthusiastically embarrassing cliff jump is so beautifully endearing that her anxieties disappear— but is also so absolutely amusing, that Lucy bursts into a side-splitting laughter that brings out the happy tears. She squeezes his hand back. “Okay,” she chuckles, “I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

“Hell Yeah!” Natsu loses himself and pulls her halfway off the bed into a bear hug. “Best damn Christmas gift ever!”

[thegirlguide]

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glow up, ep: 3 physical ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

hey loves! Im back with the final episode of my glow up series! This post I’ll be talking about how to glow up physically, before this I just want to preface that everyone (including you) is beautiful in their own way and you don’t need to change anything about yourself to know that but a glow up can just help the beauty that’s already there shine through more! So here I will share four of my tips to get yourself a glow up!

୨୧ be hygienic ୨୧ i cannot stress enough how important hygiene is, you could be the prettiest girl alive and if you were unhygienic and dirty people wouldn’t want to be around you! so make sure to take care of yourself! here are some tips on how to: body wash: everyday, hair wash: every 1-3 days, always wear deodorant, brush teeth and hair 2x a day and always smell a body mist or perfume to smell as sweet as you are!

୨୧ slim down your face ୨୧ the desire for a slimmer faces and defined jawlines are extremely common, as they are seen as conventionally attractive features. although this isn’t essential having a more toned and lifted face can help with a change in your looks. for best results drink a lot of water, cut down on salt and eat more potassium. what really helps to achieve a slimmer face though, is facial yoga. these are exercises that I recommend as they are working quite well for me already!

୨୧ find a good skincare routine ୨୧ skincare is a key way to having and maintaining clear skin. building a skincare routine is a must, and no you don’t need a 10 step one. all you really need is a cleanser, a serum, a moisturiser and a sunscreen. to build a skincare routine you can’t just buy whatever products you see on social media you need to determine what kind of skin you have and buy products based off of that. here is a helpful chart to find out your skin type, creds: healthyswami on pinterest <3

୨୧ get your hair done ୨୧ i’m not telling you to go to some fancy salon to get your hair done, but simply getting a trim at home can lead to a simple glow up! look for inspo on Pinterest of girls with a similar face shape to you and get your hair like theirs, i feel face framing layers and cutting off dead ends will look great on anyone!

that’s all for this series loves and i hope this helped! my questions are always open and i’m happy to help if you need it! i’m thinking of starting a new series but idk what yet so maybe leave me some recommendations in the question box!

XOXO, A

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

How would the turtles react, when they realize that they're gay for the male reader?

Hehehe!!OFC!! Tmnt x Male!Reader all different versions

Leonardo

90’s-Once he was done training with Splinter aka.his dad he saw you sitting on a couch in boredom. He asked you out to go on the rooftop parkour. You say yes as he was smiling he walked out of the sewer as he and you sat on the rooftop as he looked at your jawline and your handsome face his heart fluttered and stomach is feeling strange or anxious. His face was red realised…….he is a homosexual.

2003-You always sat down next to him doing his yoga as opened his eyes you were meditating next to him. He stared at you for an hour until he was interrupted by your voice. Oh boy….he walked out as he ate his dinner he was in his bedroom thinking about you. Oh god. He liked a boy.

2007-Ok…..after he was arguing his brother you reassured him and you would talk to him about his comfort. He explained as you hugged his saying that “Your gonnna be ok Leo….you can….do this….your a brother” you lefted the room. After he lied down on the bed…..he realised he was gay.

2012-You sat next to him as he talked about Space heroes and his interest you giggled of how how cute he is talking about his interest as you say “Tell me more!” His were big and he smiled as his face were red he hears you laughing as he stop in mid sentence…..oh my gosh….he is inlove

Bayverse-He was hanging out with his brother as he met when you crying on the rooftop 3 months ago. He walked behind as you flinched he raised his hands up telling he is no harm so he sat down as you explained that you came out to your parents. He comforted you as you hugged him. After meeting his brother,his father and his friends you were always walked in when he is meditating. You greeted him like always as he ate pizza with you. He stared at you until…he is inlove-

Rottmnt-Leo tells a jokes with a red curtain and a light while holding his microphone created from Donnie his brother always groans as you laughed and giggled at his jokes. His eyes were now stars as he tell more jokes as he stops in mid sentence telling the cischet jokes as he stares at you more with your happy face realising……HES GAY!!He ran off after he had a crush on you.

Raph

90’s-He is listening to you talking about your nerdy favourite heroes as he sighs in boredom. He stared at you as you were rambling his were sparkling and he smiled dreamily as you poked his face he flinched as he sits up from his couch and walked away to his bedroom he sat on his bed that he realised he had a crush on you.

2003-Ok so your covered in bruises and blood as he was playfully punched by you as you walked back home he stares at you

2007-He was driving his motorcycle as you raced next to him as you approached him revealing your face to him he looks and stares at you behind his helmet as you tried to talk to him you gave him your phone number as you leaved him…..lovestrucked by you.

2012-He was talking to his pet tortoise bestie Spike you sat next to him staring at Spike as well he looked at your mesmerising face he looked away face flushed as you looked at him in confusion. Mikey tease him that he has a crush. Your ears were covered in headphones which you cannot understand what they were saying. Raph was shouting as he fists rubbing his head like all sibling’s do.

bayverse -He was punching his bag to hard until you arrived seeing if he was hurt while you holding his hand. He stares at it when you put the cream on his scarring bloody knuckles . His eyes widen as you leave the room he realised that he has a crush right now.

Rottmnt-Well….he was playing sport with his brother and you as you cheered for him for his victory. You ran up to hug him as he hugged you too. “Great job Raph you did great out here bud!!”

“W-what pffftt!!No p-problem Y/N!!!I am strong!!”

“Hahahha!OK whatever you say big boy”

“Hahaha!! See ya!!”

His brother were saying like ‘Why is he acting weird around Y/N’ or ‘Did he hit his head?’

He looked at them in confusion as he hit his head and his cheeks were red……UH OH….HES INLOVE WITH YOU!!

Donnie

90’s-You were both at the library reading a books at midnight as you were to focused he stared at you as you snapped your fingernails to his ears? He looked at you with a red face as he continued to read he covered his faces with a book confusing his sexuality……he realised he had a crush on you.

2003-When he invited you at his home known as the sewers you were both talked about interest he was in a trance .He realised he is gay as he sat up quickly causing you to flinch in surprise.

2007-Donnie tries to grab his snack as you tried to steal snack as well…..as you stared at him you apologise as he gave you a snack. Oh boy….he is inlove immediately.

2012-You patted his back telling him that he is cool and ‘great job on your invention keep up the good work!’ as he would admire the words in his head as he falls asleep he woken up realising he had a crush on you.

Bayverse-(I am sorry but Donnie is a trans female non binary in my headcanon but that was before she finds out they are transgender in my headcanon also the reader is trans male) Donnie explain the technology hacks she does as you sat next to them Donnie stared at you as you kept rambling about your interest they looked away as you looked at her in confusion.

Rottmnt-You were both a science rivals competing eachother like always as you two done with the competition. He tried to leave as you held out in handshake of respect he handshake of respect you back as you walked away like a drama queen. He thinks about you as he realises he had a boy crush. Oh what the shell…..this is gonna be so hard.

Mikey

90’s-You were both roller skating as you showed him your skills he does a coolest tricks. You patted his shoulders as you ran up to your friends his eyes were sparkling and he’s smiled. And he stopped realising he is a homo.

2003-He parkour,skating,messing around with you as you laugh at his jokes his heart pumping and….he feel….hungry….stomach ache….? No…..he’s inlove

2007-He watched a movie with you as he looked at your face and accidentally touched hands when getting a popcorn…..after he finished the movie he looked at your peaceful face. Welp congrats!You made him gay!

2012-You were playing Mario kart with him and his brothers as he loose you cheered in victory as you hugged Mikey. You said you are getting your drinks he realised….he’s inlove with his bestie.

Bayverse-He asked you if you could sing as you begin to sing he sigh dreamily and….realisation hits him. He is gay!

Rottmnt-He is an energetic and the youngest in the group you gives compliments to him as he smiles his heart begins beating faster he gasps as he realised he is inlove.

[hollygl125]

How Do You Shave in There; or, More Face to Lick: A Pre-Season-7 Deleted Scene*

September 2006.  Las Vegas, Nevada.

Sara Sidle hauled her duffle bag along to the front door of the townhouse she’d been calling home for under two months.  Several days and night of attempts at forced relaxation at a yoga retreat had, if anything, made Sara less rather than more relaxed.  As she had drawn nearer and nearer to the home she now shared with her two favorite gentlemen, however, Sara’s spirits had begun to lift.

These two gentlemen had been the reason Sara had signed up for the yoga retreat.  The retreat had provided cover for the four nights of camping their family of three had enjoyed at Zion National Park immediately beforehand.  This camping trip had made Sara Sidle, for perhaps the first time in her life, understand the beauty of a vacation, and she would have happily withstood several more days—or even weeks—of yoga to pull it off.

As Sara opened the door to the townhouse, she called out to her family, “Hey!  Is anybody—oof!”  Before she could finish her question, a warm mass of brown and white fur had slammed into her.  Sara set her bag down beside her and closed the door, then she bent down to give the wriggling boxer the attention he so clearly desired.

“Hank!  Oh, who’s my good boy?  Yes, who’s my good boy?  You are!  Yes, you are, Hank!  You’re my good boy!”

“And here all this time I thought that was me.”

Sara laughed.  She slipped the boxer the peanut butter dog cookie she’d tucked away in her pocket for just this moment, then she straightened up, so she could greet the other leading man in her life.  “I don’t really consider you a boy,” she said playfully.

“Fair enough.”  Her man leaned in to kiss her hello.

Before their lips could meet, however, she stopped him by placing a hand on his chest.  “You shaved.”

Grissom straightened up.  “Oh.  Yeah.”  He ran his hand over his chin.  “Is it bad?”  He’d had the beard when they’d finally started dating.  He wasn’t sure how she’d feel about the change.  “We had a triple homicide come in right after I got back, so I didn’t get the chance to do anything about it then.  Plus I hadn’t brought any shaving supplies when I went to Marina del Rey to see my mom, so after that and the four days of camping and everything else….  It was looking a bit disheveled.  I thought maybe it made sense just to shave the whole thing off and start fresh.”

Sara still hadn’t said anything.

Grissom ran his hand over his chin again.  “It won’t take long to grow back, though.  I can grow it back.  Sara….  Uh, what do you think?”

She was still staring at his face.  “It’s just….”

“Yeah?”  She was making him nervous.

She was kind of peering side to side as she looked at him.  She raised her hand.  “It’s just….”  She ran the back of her hand over first his right then his left cheek.  “It’s just….  It’s been so long since I got to see all of your face.”  She laughed.

At Sara’s laughter, Grissom began to relax.

“I mean, seriously, what was the last time I got to—oh.”  Sara cut herself short and laughed again.  “I guess we all remember the last time I touched your bare face.”  Large segments of the Nevada legal system probably knew about the last time Sara Sidle had touched Gil Grissom’s bare face.

“Chalk?”

“Yeah.”  She laughed once more.  “But even then….  That wasn’t the same.  I mean, even those few times we were, ah, together before I officially started working here, it wasn’t really the same.  You weren’t…. Well, you weren’t mine then, if you know what I mean….”

“Yeah.  I know what you mean.”

She had her fingers on his left cheek and jawline.  “It’s so smooth….”

“Yeah?”

She ran a finger over the cleft in his chin.  “How do you shave in there, anyway?”

Grissom was starting to get hypnotized by the gentle movement of her fingers over his face, but he laughed as he thought back to their very enjoyable evening with Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant from a month earlier.  “I, uh….  Well, next time I shave, I’ll let you watch.  You can see for yourself how to do it.  Then, how about the next time I grow the beard back then decide to shave it all off, I let you be in charge?”

“Me, shave off your beard?”  Sara laughed.

“Yeah.  Why not?”

“You’d trust me to do that?”

“There’s no one I trust more.”  He gave her a knowing look, full of love and trust—as well as the lust that always simmered just below the surface (when it hadn’t boiled right over the top, that is).

Sara smiled.  “Okay.”  She was still moving her fingers over his face as she continued her visual inspection.  “I think I like it like this.”

“Yeah?”

“For a change, at least.  I like the beard, too.  But this….  This is nice for a change.”  She was still studying his face.  Then she leaned in and kissed him on the right side of his jaw, which had previously been covered by his beard.  “Yeah.”  She switched to the other side, kissing him on the left side of his jaw.  “Yeah, I think I like this for now.”

“Okay.”  He smiled.

She switched to his lips, gently kissing the left corner of his mouth. “Yeah.”  She kissed the right corner next, then she moved her lips slowly toward the middle, her hands now cupping his face.  “I think I like this quite a lot….”

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming….

NOTES

*This is a bonus scene for my story “No, I Never Meant to Cause You Pain: Grave Danger to Law of Gravity: Various Encounters,” which is now complete. This scene fits in after the eighth (i.e., second-from-last) chapter of that story.

Many, many thanks to @figsr, who brought up the Audrey Hepburn line shown above in the context of both that story and our mutual love of Charade, thus prompting this short scene!

[anniesuriya]

(DAVIKA HOORNE, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that ANYA "ANNIE" SURIYA? I heard the THIRTY year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also GUARDED. Makes sense seeing how they are a TECH in the THE SOCIETY gang. (lune, 30+, she/her, est)

I. FACTS

full name — anya suriya

nicknames — annie

age — thirty

gender/pronouns — cis female, she/her/hers

orientation — bisexual

birthday — nov. 16

zodiac — scorpio

birthplace — bangkok, thailand

ethnicity — 1/2 thai, 1/2 white (belgian, english, german)

languages spoken — english & thai

height — 5’9

hair color — brown

eye color — brown

scars — various light scars on her fingers from a lifetime of tinkering, a burn mark on her right hand from trying to make a birthday dinner for her mother & spilling hot oil, a scar on her left leg from a knife fight, small scar on her jawline from falling off of a bike as a kid

tattoos — dragon on her right forearm, a lotus on her left wrist

pet — a cat named chihiro. she's a huge dog person but found chihiro as a kitten and kept her despite usually not liking cats

gang — the society (tech)

II. PERSONALITY

positive — resourceful, kind-hearted, resilient, compassionate, charming, intelligent, self-assured, friendly

negative — guarded, guilt-ridden, cynical, indecisive, secretive, stubborn, self-destructive

likes — spicy food, dogs, her cat and her cat only lol, alone time, late nights, small thoughtful gestures, photography, rain, horror movies, vintage clothing, antihero characters, folklore and legends, abandoned places, whiskey sours dislikes — being controlled, flashy displays of wealth, over-consumerism, crowded or overstimulating environments, fakeness, flattery, winter, mice, bugs, seeing people in pain, expensive restaurants, clear liquor

fears — fear of losing her empathy, spiders, heights, being alone, hurting someone she cares about, never knowing who she truly is, not being in control

habits — smokes when stressed, carries a worn-out satchel with her at all times, always has snacks in her bag, constantly checks her phone, steps back from physical affection like hugs, often speaks in half-sentences, collects trinkets, always has a picture of her mother in a locket, counts change compulsively, eats street food at every opportunity

hobbies — biking, running, yoga, photography, cooking, volunteer work, community service, sketching, collecting old technology (flip phones, vintage radios, keyboards), urban exploration

III. ABOUT

Annie was born in Bangkok, raised in a cramped apartment by a mother who worked long hours to make ends meet. Her mother, who worked in a factory, always tried to shield Annie from their circumstances. But poverty had a way of creeping into their lives. It was ironic that they struggled since Annie's father was wealthy. Annie’s parents met while her father was working in Bangkok. Their relationship, however brief and ill-fated it was, resulted in the birth of a daughter. Once she was born, her father became increasingly detached, visiting sporadically and eventually just sending some money. He never really formed a real bond with his daughter.

As a child, Annie didn’t fully understand why her father was absent. There were times he would send presents. Letters. A call on her birthday. But they felt hollow. Like they were tokens of guilt, not true affection. She was seven, looking out the window, envisioning him pulling up in a taxi with his bags—there to stay. But as she got older, it became clear that he didn’t see her as a priority. She was a part of his past. Someone he could compartmentalize, forgetting about her whenever it suited him.

Annie's intelligence seemed to be her ticket out. But it wasn't like her mother had the money to send her to a private school. They were poor, and many people were forced to choose between what was right and survival. As a young teen, Annie got involved in petty crimes. She was a product of her circumstances—forced to navigate a world where survival often meant breaking the rules. Shoplifting and petty theft turned to breaking and entering and street racing. Her mother's initial denial gave way to frustration and worry. Annie knew her mother was stressed, but she didn't know how bad it truly was.

Unbeknownst to Annie, her mother was sick. She'd been hiding it for months, not wanting to burden Annie. But over time, she grew weaker. One day, as Annie returned home from school, she found her mother collapsed on the floor, body cold, skin pale and clammy. Annie tried to wake her up, shaking her mother frantically, calling her name. But it was too late.

Grief-stricken, Annie tracked down her father in New York. He accepted her with cold politeness but no real warmth. His new wife and two children—her half-siblings—saw her as a stranger. Through all of this, she joined The Society. She currently remains distant from her father and half-siblings. It's been over a decade that she's been in New York now. She's made friends. Dated around. A few years ago, a bad breakup sent her spiraling. It was a whirlwind romance that resulted in the faint pink lines of a positive pregnancy test.

Annie felt a rush of conflicting emotions: fear, disbelief…and a strange sense of excitement. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe her life could take a different path—a fresh start, a family of her own. But as the days went on, the weight of the situation began to settle in. The life she was living, the gang, the constant danger, the crime—none of it was a safe environment to bring a child into. And so Annie terminated her pregnancy, telling her ex after the fact. They ended things shortly thereafter.

Annie’s role in the gang has become an anchor to her identity—both a source of pride and deep regret. While she's incredibly skilled, part of her still clings to the belief that there’s something better for her out there. But each heist, each job, draws her deeper into a web of criminal activity that’s hard to escape.

IV. HEADCANONS.

She can pick a lock in under sixty seconds

Annie carries around hot sauce literally everywhere

She's a night owl and stays up until 5 am sometimes. As such, her sleep schedule is fucked and you can often find her rolling out of bed at noon

She hasn't been in a serious relationship since her ex. Queen of situationships, hookups, end endless tinder dates

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