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[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Abby Park is based on Abby from Turning Red. She is a 24 year old human, Neverland employee, and uses she/her pronouns. She has no powers. Abby is portrayed by Kwon Young Eun and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Passionate, that was a word that often came to mind when people spoke about Abby. A gentle, nicer way of phrasing her most dominant personality trait. As a child it was brushed off as development, when she furiously yelled at boys who were mean to her friends, or took things way too far in gym class. Yes, no one would dare say a bad thing to Abby and her friends, so long as she was around to hear it and for the longest time she was okay with that. Okay with the unrelenting loyalty and need to protect that spilled from her chest. Fine with the reputation she'd gained as a guard amongst her best friends, shielding them from the cruel whispers of middle schoolers. Yes, Abby was just about okay with being labeled passionate by her peers and teachers, it didn't bother her as long as she had her best friends. But as she started to get older Abby began to realize that her loud, bubbly and brash personality might be her biggest flaw. Abby didn't care much about what people thought of her, she had never been a self conscious person, but then something changed. A light switch in their friend group, like overnight they stopped being kids, being fun and wild, and succumbed to the inevitable; growing up. As the girls started to drift Abby found it more and more difficult to strike up conversations with new people. Like her infectious laugh was an infectious disease that sent them running, like her loyalty was a target on their backs they didn't want. Like all those wonderful pieces that made her unique were jagged and didn't fit in everyone else, and she hated it. Hated that feeling of rejection, of not being good enough, of being too much of one thing but not enough of the other. It took sometime for Abby to stitch herself back together, with help from Miriam, Meilin and Priya, the three people in this world who never judged her, who always loved her. Who didn't see her passion as a burden but only strength, as she fought for them whether they needed her to or not. And Abby had decided that she wouldn't let anyone make her feel any less than what she deserved, that her passion was her power and she would wield it against anyone who dared to think otherwise.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Winnie Howling: It's not like Abby loves to party, but on nights when she stays out late it's always fun to dance with Winnie and forget her troubles. ❀ Mamoru Chiba: Abby had long since thought she was over school girl crushes, but something about Mamoru's silky hair and kind eyes has her blushing like a teenager! ❀ Taura Butter: Tauras take no shit attitude against Abbys internal fire should be a match made in hell. But somehow it works, and Evermore should be thankful for it.

THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[mingihttps]

21 questions

bang chan x fem!reader

you want chan by your side when having a panic attack but he won't answer your calls. thankfully han is there to distract you until chan finally comes home.

wc: >800

warnings: established relationship, angsts, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, crying, hyperventilating, self harm (hair pulling), pet names (baby, babygirl, my love, sweetheart), a couple cuss words

"the number you have dialed is-" i hit the red button on my phone screen with shaking hands. i've lost count of how many times i've tried to call chan in the past hour. my sobs and uneven breaths echo off the walls of my bedroom and reach my ears twice as loud. my boyfriend not answering my calls when i need him just makes the tears run down my face faster. my thoughts are running a thousand miles a second. going from feeling so alone to feeling like my own boyfriend hates me. it's getting harder and harder to breathe by the second as it feels like the room is getting smaller. then, suddenly, the sound of the dorm room closing and heavy footsteps are ringing in my ears. based on the loud rhythm of the footsteps, i can tell that they don't belong to chan. i tuck my head between my knees and tightly thread my fingers in my hair as a way to ground myself and, hopefully, keep myself quiet. i don't want whoever it is that entered the dorm to know that I'm having a panic attack for who knows what fucking reason at this point. i can hear the footsteps getting louder as they get closer and closer to my lover's room that i've been hiding in ever since they left for practice this morning. i tug on my hair harder as my tears or faster as the footsteps stop on the other side of the door. there is a gentle knock that sounds three times louder than what it probably was. i put a hand over my mouth to make sure no sobs came out, which is fruitless since whoever is at the door already knows I'm in here.

"y/n... can i come in?" i hold back A choked sob, which only makes my breathing more shallow. why had han come home? were the others on the way? god, I hope so. "y/n? i know you probably want channie-hyung but he won't be home for another hour... so can i please come in?" now that i know han heard me crying there's no point in trying to keep quiet. i uncover my mouth and let all of my shaky breaths be heard by han through the door. han quickly moves to open the bedroom door and make his way to me. "shit." i hear him mutter under his breath once he sees the state that i'm in, hyperventilating and shaking as i hold myself for comfort.

"what happened?" he whispers affectionately as he sits beside me on the bed and takes my other hand out of my hair gently.

"i don't know anymore." i said, truthfully and quietly, but han still heard me.

"that's okay sweetheart, you don't have to know," he whispers once again while smoothing down my hair, "wanna play a game?"

i look at han with teary eyes questioningly. "what game?" i sniffled.

"how about 21 questions?" han smiled down at me with practically pleading eyes.

i wipe my eyes and nod my head. i know he's just trying to distract me from my anxiety, but who am i to say no.

"okay, i'll start, what's your favorite color?"

"han, you already know that"

"just answer!" i teasingly shake my head before answering the question and asking my own. i don't know when, but han must have texted chan and told him that i was crying because a few minutes into the game, i hear the front door slam shut and someone calling my name. the bedroom door opens quickly, revealing my boyfriend.

"i'm so sorry, babygirl, are you okay?" chan says as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head.

"it's okay channie, i know you're busy," i reassure him as i wrap my arms around his torso, "hannie helped me calm down"

"i know, he texted me, i'm sorry i wasnt here sooner, baby" chan apologizes again.

"i'm going to end this game of 21 questions here, then" han says as he gets off the bed with a stretch and leaves to go to his own room.

"you hungry at all, baby?" chan asks and i shake my head.

"i am tired, though" i whisper as i lay down in the bed.

"then let's take a nap, my love" my boyfriend whispered back as he lays down beside me.

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[pettyprocrastination]

The Revenant Wife

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of grief and death. 

Summary: Ellie knows very little of Joel and even less of the wife he had before the outbreak. When she finally meets you, its just as much as shock to her as it is to your husband. 

Word count: 1.6k

Note: ficlet is based off of this previous post about Joel getting separated from his wife during the outbreak and assuming you died until you find one another years later. Reader is described to look like Sarah. Title came from the ever lovely @djarin-junk​ <3

Tagging those I think would enjoy: @pedrostories​ @thesadvampire​ @joel-mlller @softanon​ @max--phillips​ @captainsamwlsn​ @hooplahoopla​ @moondirti​ 

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Ellie didn’t know that Joel had a wife. 

Granted, she didn’t know much about his old life at all. 

She knew he built things. That he had a brother named Tommy and a daughter named Sarah, but didn’t like to talk about the latter that much. In one fleeting conversation, full of mumbles as her eyes began to close while they rested under the night sky she heard him mention you but was far too gone to truly hear what he said. Nothing more than the vague rumble of his voice saying “my wife” before her eyes opened once more. 

“You’re married?”

She asks with such incredulous shock it sounds more like “somebody married you?” but girls at her age hardly ever have filters. 

“I was.” 

There’s the same bristle in his throat and far off look in his eyes as when she first asked about his daughter. An open answer but one that carries enough unsaid to tell Ellie of your fate. To warn her that she should change the subject or simply shut her mouth and go to sleep before plucking his raw nerve one too many times until he snaps- 

“What was she like?” 

But Joel learned early on that Ellie wasn’t one to follow warnings. 

“Kind.” His breath stutters. “But not a pushover- she didn’t take shit from anybody.” He stares up at the sky, feeling his chest grow tight and fingers twitch by his side until there’s a rustling, the girl next to him rolling over to face him and he turns to find Ellie peeking out from her sleeping bag with a smile. 

Damn this girl. 

“Not even from you?” 

Joel scoffs. “Especially from me. The amount of times she gave me and Tommy and earful-” he shakes his head, Ellie watches a smile grow on his face in silence, as if worried she may frighten it away. 

“Did she cook?” 

Ellie thinks of the stories the older kids would tell her. The ones who remembered life before the Outbreak, who told her of freshly baked pies on weekend and fluffy pancakes in the morning. 

Joel remembers the first time you tried to bake him a cake for his birthday back when he was sixteen. How he opened the door to your forlorn face and a store bought sheet cake in your hands because as your mother told him over the phone, you damn near burned the whole house down trying to bake for him as a surprise. 

“From time to time.” 

There was only so much she could get out of him before his voice became clipped and eyes full of an emotion she didn’t quite know the name of that he told her to get some rest. Leaving her with nothing to do but to stare at the sky and wonder about these stories in the shape of a woman who unveiled a little bit more about the mysterious man she traveled with. 

Of all the silence and secrets that made up the man that protected her, she created stories to fill them. Stories of Joel Miller, husband, father, brother and badass contractor that everybody loved.   Of his soldier brother, of his wife and their smiling daughter between them both. 

In Ellie’s mind, you didn’t work. 

But not in a ditzy lame way like some boring housewife. But just because you didn’t have to. 

Joel said that everybody loved contractors so that means he probably got paid like, a ton of money to build stuff for people so you got to stay at home all day. Ellie imagined your house to be ginormous. Maybe Joel made it himself for you when you guys first got married. It was big enough that when Joel came home everyday he’d call out your name and it’d echo through  the hall as you called him into the kitchen, where your daughter sat reading as you set dinner on the table. Sometimes you’d get upset if he came home late but then he’d kiss your cheek and you would roll your eyes but smile before you all sat down and ate as a family. 

Ellie imagines Joel’s daughter, she wonders if Sarah looks more like her mother than her father. 

Ellie wonders as the sleep takes over her body, if they could have been friends. 

When it happens, months later after she’s come to think of Joel as something akin to family and he thinks of her as something he can’t say out loud just yet, she’s shocked. She’s face to face with a woman holding her at gunpoint that looks nothing like the smiling mother she dreamt of during cold nights. 

You don’t match the stories Ellie made up in your head.

You’re mean. 

No. Mean isn’t the right word. 

Cold. Yes. you're very cold. 

Ellie watches in shock as you ask where they're headed, gun focused on the center of her chest while the two boys at your side point their own at Joel, who has yet to speak. 

She waits for him to answer, but he just stares at you in awe. The same man she’s seen kill and threaten to keep her safe day in and day out is rendered speechless until all he can do is utter your name and she realizes that he knows you. More than that, judging by the way he surrenders his gun to you with no fight, something she had never seen him do. 

You lift your head to look at him, the brim of your hat raises just enough to clear the shadow cast over your face and Ellie can finally see your eyes and the snarl on your face. 

You’re also very pretty.

“I won’t ask again.” 

The two boys standing on either side of you have your eyes. Same color and intensity, narrowed into slits like guard dogs waiting for an order and Ellie sees the way Joel stares at them. 

She wonders if Sarah had brothers. 

“Out west.” He manages. “Takin’ her to her family.” 

Your eyes move to her and she holds her hands higher in the air. 

“That true?” “What?” 

“Is he telling the truth?” 

The taller one, Duke, she had heard you call him, had already ripped the bag from her back and emptied its contents onto the ground, she had nothing else to hide from you. 

But then she sees something in your eyes. A concern for her that she hadn’t seen since Tess or Marlene. 

And she understands. 

“He’s telling the truth.” Ellie forces out. 

You watch her for a moment and there’s a moment of panic where she thinks you can see right through her lie. 

But then you lower your gun and jerk your head over your shoulder. 

“C’mon.” is all you say before you begin to walk away. The boys gawk at you for a moment before you give them a look of warning and they follow in your step, occasionally casting glances behind them at Joel and Ellie who follow suit. 

She’s quick to grab onto the sleeve of Joel’s jacket and pull with a harsh whisper as the other’s march forward. 

“You know this psycho?” 

Joel flinches at her voice as it pitches up. If any of you heard her, which he gathered you did because Ellie didn’t have an inside voice to save her fucking life, you didn’t care enough to react. 

Ellie whispers his name again. Insistent and angry for answers but he just keeps looking forward. He can’t take his eyes off of you or the boys ahead and it fills her with worry but she doesn’t know why. 

“She’s my wife.”

You lead them to a cottage. Its paint is chipping and the fence is reinforced with wiring around the perimeter but it looks like a home. She can vaguely hear the soft clucking of chickens nearby and there's a flash of fur behind the fence with a pair of pointed ears that duck away just as fast as she saw them. 

Ellie has seen the remnants of homes before the outbreak. The plates still stacked in the sink and the jacket still hung up on the hook. A story telling a family that once lived within its walls and is now nothing more than memories that ghosts along its foundation. 

But this one is real. It’s yours. 

 There is a rickety wooden table in the dining room. Each chair around it seems to have been brought from a different house and is varying shades of faded brown. You kick the leg of one and nod toward it.“Sit, both of you.”

Ellie looks to Joel before sitting. He follows suit, choosing the chair closest to her. 

“I’m gonna get some bandages for that leg-” 

Joel shifts forward. “I don’t need-” 

“I wasn’t fucking asking, Joel.” 

You’re not stronger than Joel, if she had to guess. You both look the same age, but she’s seen his strength, his violence, all done for her safety and knows if it came down to it, you might not win in a fight against him. 

But at your order, he sits back in his chair. 

You turn and set a shoulder on your son’s shoulder. 

At least. She thinks he’s your son. 

Softly spoken words are exchanged while the other keeps his eyes on Joel and his hand on his holster. The boy says something back in insistence, but you tilt your head and he nods. 

“If either of them try moving or taking anything.” You offer them one final look over your shoulder before slipping out of the room. “Shoot them.” 

They listen to your footsteps slowly retreat until there’s nothing but the subtle creak and groan of the wood floor beneath them. Ellie leans forward to look at Joel, setting her hands firmly on the dinner table in announcement. 

“Dude-” The young girl breathes out. “Your wife is a bitch.”

[filurig]

i rarely ever get the Anatomy Worldbuilding Brainworm but suddenly i was struck by it bcs i had been thinking about the weirdness of basilisks and in particular how the whole Ability to change sex through shapeshifting works so. Yippe

[wilgrhm]

[bluerosefox]

Mysterious Relations AU

Group Chat: [TwoHalfasMakeaWholeNERD]:

The(Better)Remix:

[Sent Imagine: it was a picture of a painting of two very wealthy adults stood with smiles as their hands were placed on a smiling child, with black hair and blue eyes, between them]

Lol, hey Template we sure you're a Fenton by blood? Cause you're looking very much like a Wayne clone tbh or something!

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TheOriginal: Firstly WTH THAT'S SO WEIRD. Secondly ELLIE did you sneak into the Wayne's place?! GET OUT BEFORE THEY SEE YOU! We don't need another Fruitloop on our case!

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An AU where Ellie travels to Gotham and is just hanging around in human form, got stared at by a lot of the older Gothamites, many of them commenting that she looks like a young female version of Bruce Wayne but with Martha Wayne favoring over Thomas, so being the curious gremlin she is she sneaks into the Wayne Manor (What, like it was hard?) and finds the Wayne family painting.

Ellie being Ellie snaps a picture with her phone and sends it to Danny, jokingly questioning his parentage.

She's so distracted by her messages to Danny she never noticed the elder gentleman standing behind her, ready to ask the young miss if she needed anything.

[isahswonbby]

AMOR ─ ( s.m ) .

𝟣. 恋人 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗋𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈.

𝟤. 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈── 𝗮𝗿.

𝟥. 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗼 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈── 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗮 .

𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗌 ♡ , 𝖿𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆-𝗌𝖾 𖣲 , 𝖾𝗎 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗑𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖾 ' 𝗌𝖾𝗎 .

𝟣. 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗎 𝗂 @𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖺 ◌ , 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝗅 ' 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋 .

𝟤. 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖾𝗆──𝗆𝗂𝗆 .

𝟥. 𝗏𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗓 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌 , 𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾̂ 𝖾́ 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 @𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 .

[dervils]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓊆 - - - - - - - - 𓇼 - - - - - - - - 𓊇

Long story short, it was a bad time 𖤛 ༩ ׅ ํ 🫚

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Stella Solaria is based on Stella from Winx Club. She is a 26 year old fairy, Haus of De Vil employee, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of flight, teleportation, and light manipulation. Stella is portrayed by Gabbi Garcia and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Being the crown princess of Solaria didn’t mean that Stella was a perfect princess. In fact, she got into trouble more often than not. Her one job growing up was to keep the ring of Solaria safe as she grew into her power and harnessed her magic, but guarding the ring meant she was a target for all kinds of supernatural-related attacks. She was sent to Alfea in a way to be safe, but that didn’t stop the ogres and the witches from coming after her and the ring. It was kind of funny that the constant threats to her life was what led to her meeting her best friend Bloom, but honestly she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Finding Bloom changed everything, not just for her, but for Alfea too. She made Stella connect with her peers when she wouldn’t have ever even tried on her own. She showed Stella that she was more than just a pretty princess with a killer sense of fashion and a vain exterior. In a lot of ways, Stella grew so much as a person because of Bloom and her squad, the Winx Club. Sure, Stella liked to consider herself the leader of the group and butted heads with the other girls from time to time, but in her eyes she was the natural-born ruler. She knew the most about the world around them because she had to repeat a year at Alfea! As their world grew more dangerous and tacky witches came to steal their power for themselves, the Winx Club was there to stop it. Stella’s power grew fast and before she knew it, she wasn’t constantly getting hounded for her ring. It was nice to be able to defend herself and keep her loved ones protected and she really did start applying herself better. Until she lost the ring of Solaria for real. It felt like one day she woke up and it was just… gone. With no explanation and not wanting to worry her friends, she sought it out herself. She tracked it down to Earth and after teleporting herself to its location, everything went black. She woke up in a town called Evermore with no memories beyond the fact that she was a fairy and royalty at that. She was back to square one in terms of character development and couldn’t remember a single one of her friends back at Alfea. She jumped right into things and got herself a job at Haus of De Vil, though she was hoping to someday stop working for others and get her own fashion line going. She wasn’t used to having to work a real job and get along with people she did not vibe with, but Stella, if anything, is determined. She doesn’t give up easily and she tries her best to keep it optimistic. She has a strange feeling that everything is out of balance with the world but royalty or not what is she going to do? She wished she could figure out what was missing in her life but she is sure it will all come back to her when she needs it the most.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Clover Ewing: Stella knows a kindred spirit when she sees it! She adores Clover and her sense of style. They became fast friends not too long after she arrived and Stella is constantly going to her for fashion advice and emergency shopping trips. ❀ Lucia Solares: Stella may act like she is above gossip, but she really isn’t and she goes to Lucia all the time for the info on what’s going on around Evermore! She thinks they are so funny and fun to be around. ❀ Toulouse Bonfamille: Stella wants to get more into art and has recruited the eldest Bonfamille to help her expand beyond basic fashion sketches. It was also an excuse to look at him more. Sue her!

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[mingihttps]

turbulent

felix x fem!reader

you and felix broke up years ago, but now felix has the best idea on how to win you back.

wc: >700

warnings: established break up, felix wants to get reader back, mention of idol life and concerts

seeing your ex boyfriend’s face on billboards and hearing his voice on the radio wasn't exactly what you wanted. but you're proud of his success, nonetheless. a part of you wishes that you could've been there for him during this time in his life, be a person he could go to for comfort when he's too stressed. the possibility of that happening ended years ago, though, when you and felix broke up a couple months before his debut. within the years you two have been separated, you thought that you would get over felix. although, as of a couple months ago, the idea of moving on has gotten ten times more difficult.

a couple months ago stray kids had a comeback. you heard bits and pieces of their newly released music playing in stores and on the radio but what really caught your attention was the fact that one of their new songs was a love song. this love song was discussed often on social media, mainly that felix played a big part in writing the lyrics. you're the one who broke up with felix but the idea of him being with someone else hurt. naturally, you decided to listen to the song in full and that was when you realized that the lyrics were about you. felix wrote a love song about you years after breaking up. one thing that most stays didn't pick up on was the passive aggressiveness of the lyrics. it wasn't your average love song, the lyrics expressed hope and pain at the same time. was lee felix possibly still in love with you after all these years, after you broke his heart?

then last week, you got an email from jype. you had never expected to get an email from your ex boyfriend's company asking for permission to use your voice in one of stray kids’ songs. you didn't send back a response until two days later. you had asked what exactly they meant by ‘use your voice’, you weren't an idol or anything so you quickly knew that felix had something to do with this. and you were right, jype had said that they wanted to use audio clips of your voice that a member already has. the only information you got from their second email is that felix saved all of the voice messages you sent him when you were dating. not only that, but the fact that he still listens to them.

you had told the company that it was fine to use your voice in their song. you regret telling them that. it only opened up a new gateway of communication between you and felix. you were about to unknowingly cross a bridge that got torn down years ago.

since then, the song has been released and many fans were speculating who the female voice in the song was. jype has been giving you opportunities to come to the company and meet stray kids, which you always decline. you can't face felix again. that was until the company offered you one free concert ticket. it's one night and you'll be in a crowd with thousands of other people, there's no way he’ll be able to spot you out; so you decide to go to the concert. it was such a stupid idea, of course, they’ll give you vip and you’d be in the front row.

now, in the pit of some random venue, you are face to face with your ex boyfriend who stares at you from the elevated height of the stage. you stare back, giving him the most calculated glare, letting him know that you know everything.

you leave the concert not wanting another thing to do with lee felix or the rest of stray kids. unfortunately, those cards weren't in your favor. since in a couple of days you’ll not only get another email from jype but a text from a number you forgot you still had in your phone; a person who goes by the name lee yongbok.

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I just thought everyone would like this. The “default” human in my biochem class was a female body. It’s something so small but this Kinda thing matters. It’s so common that a male body is shown as the default when studying biology and anatomy, so it’s refreshing to recognize the inherent bias.

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𖹭 𝆬 🩰̼ ּ 𐚁 ͑ ꒰

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Aisha Andros is based on Aisha from Winx Club. She is a 25 year old fairy, bathhouse employee, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of flight, bubble manipulation, and water manipulation. Aisha is portrayed by Lovie Simone and she is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Hailing from the land of Andros, Aisha is royalty down to her core. She was raised as a traditional princess and every single move she made was scrutinized. She wasn’t allowed to have many friends if her family didn’t pick them out herself and one toe out of line resulted in groundings of the highest degree. Her entire life was mapped out for her before she could have a say; from an arranged marriage to the shoes she chose to wear that day. All Aisha ever wanted was a chance to make her own choices and learn more about her own magic. Her only solace being a place where pixies conjured and kept her company as she gained their trust. She would often sneak around to hang around her pixie friends and after going on several adventures of her own with them, she somehow wound up right outside of Alfea and introduced to several students from there that would change her life for the better. She might have been late to the party, but Aisha fit in with Bloom and the others right from the jump. After begging her parents to let her stop homeschooling and go to Alfea to strengthen her magic, she was surprisingly given the opportunity. Having true friends like the Winx Club was unlike anything she could have dreamed of. She was the mom friend at most times, but of course those traditional royal views came in from time to time. The more adventures they went on, the more she loosened up and let her hair down. Even with her birthright in the back of her mind at all times. It was a no-brainer trying to find Stella the moment she went missing. When tracking her down was easier than expected, Aisha of course, was concerned by that. Still, they made it to Earth and a strange town called Evermore and then…well, Aisha is still trying to figure it out. It felt like one day she was figuring out her place at Alfea and the next she was in Evermore, trying to start a new life for herself while still trying to find her missing friend. She got herself a job at a really weird bathhouse and just…kind of adapted to what she could. In the back of her mind she is worried about her kingdom she feels like she has left behind and the responsibilities that come with that. At the same time in Evermore she could be whoever she wanted to be and that was kind of thrilling to her. As the years passed Aisha was learning that while she knew a lot about herself, there was still so much to discover. She is taking this opportunity to figure out where she stands with herself and her kingdom and how the two can someday co-exist. Stella’s disappearance is still hanging over her head just as much as it is the rest of her friends but she is determined that she will show up and things will work itself out. If they didn’t and they all ended up being truly stuck in Evermore forever…it might not be the worst thing.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Ariel Carinae: She adores Ariel! She has such a unique perception of life and Aisha feels like she is learning a lot by being her friend! ❀ Ami Mizuno: Aisha really feels like her and Ami are cut from the same cloth. She feels so calm and at peace when she is around Ami and feels like she can fully be herself around the girl. She would easily call her one of her dearest friends. ❀ Haku Kita: One of her coworkers. He’s a bit mysterious and hard to read, but she likes him enough. She’s only a receptionist so it’s not like she sees him that much but when she does she always makes sure to see how he’s doing.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

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