#gif for reference - pick any muse from the muses page

[wing-ed-thing]

The Aburames (Shino x Reader)

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Word Count: 1.6k 

Tags/Warnings: Married Couple, Fluff, Minor Original Character, No Reader Pronouns

Notes: I’m drooling for the married team. There’s a super long note at the end with lore, way longer than I planned oops

You could usually tell when a squad captain was new, especially when you and Shino ended up on the same team. It was an oversight that you would always try to correct ahead of time, but bureaucracy didn’t always work in your favor.

“Eh? What do you mean?” Arata’s glasses had fallen crooked on his face as he stared up from his disorganized mission notes. You and Shino exchanged glances, both of you with your arms laxly crossed over your chests. 

“We can’t use our jutsu at the same time,” you said sheepishly, at a loss for what to do or how to explain the clear mistake that was made. While you hoped that you could’ve sorted the team roster out before you were standing together at the village’s gate, you supposed there was no time like the present. 

“What do you mean you can’t use your jutsu at the same time?” Arata turned his attention back to his notes in a panic. He flipped through them, even turning the whole ensemble upside down as his eyes darted across the pages. “Aburame utilizes an insect jutsu, and you use plants—”

“Carnivorous plants,” you swiftly corrected with a sigh. Arata gaped up at you, not entirely understanding the problem. You cleared your throat. “Plants that eat bugs—” Arata’s mouth formed a round shape as he studied his notes more closely. —“We’re also married, so people don’t usually put us on the same squad. You might want to refer to us by our first names.”

“Aw, jeez,” Arata huffed with a drop of his shoulders. “And here I thought I was being clever.” Your hands hovered in the air as you instinctively moved to give him a reassuring pat. You recoiled your touch at the last second. No matter how young your temporary leader was, he was still your captain.

“No worries, Captain Arata. I’m sure there’s time to switch one of us out!” You glanced at Shino, making eyes at him to signal that he should say something. He grunted, nodding to himself.

“Yes, these things happen.” He continued to nod. 

“Actually…” Arata trailed off. “There were only enough people for the minimum amount of squads this period. That’s why I put the two of you together when we made our picks because I assumed with the bugs and the plants…” He buried his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. 

“At least he didn’t add Ōtori,” Shino muttered. You gave him a sharp nudge. 

“We’ll make due, don’t worry, Captain.” 

“Please don’t call me that…”

Arata looked as if he’d be sick any moment. 

Only when you reached your destination did the green in Arata’s face seem to fade—poor thing. You remembered leading your first squad, although you couldn’t say you were as much of a wreck as Arata. He was hard to watch. He could hardly get a word out even as he met with your clientele. You wondered if he knew all he had to say was that you were in town to do the requested work. Clearly not; he said everything but that. 

The three of you sat together on a tree branch overlooking the small trading town. Shino had sent his beetles out into the night. With their superior surveillance and tracking capabilities and nocturnal abilities, you sat back and allowed Shino’s hive to smoke out your target. 

“You guys look like you’ve done this before,” Arata remarked, staring down at the lit lights of the houses below. Ironically, it had been Arata’s order to station the beetles across the rooftops. You leaned against the tree trunk, admiring how the quint village glowed warmly in the moonlight. Stalls lined the streets, lighting up the night with pleasant lantern light. A small group of children shared an oversized confection below. 

“Unfortunately, bandits hit these villages a lot,” you mused. Shino nodded. “Lots of people come through here. Lots of trade, lots to steal. Serial thievery from one place doesn’t surprise me.”

“It’s the geography,” Shino said curtly. 

The streets below you continued to bustle with life. Even into the night, trade continued throughout the small town. Arata’s eyes widened in awe, an apparent brightness in them as he listened. 

“Ah, I see,” he hummed, standing on the branch to survey the land. “Can I ask a personal question?” You couldn’t help your slight expression of surprise, a hint of playfulness and curiosity swimming in your face as the corners of your lips tugged into a gentle grin. 

“Shoot.” You nodded. Shino hardly said a word as he stood at the end of the branch. He shoved his hands in his pockets, pretending not to listen. You were always the talker in the relationship anyway. 

“You’re married, right?” Arata glanced between you and Shino. You offered him a gentle and slow bow of your head in acknowledgment. “How do you live together if, you know, your plants eat… you know.” Your laugh was light and resounded nicely through the breeze that ruffled the treetops. 

“We make do.” You bent a knee, holding it close to your chest as you assumed a more comfortable position. “The Aburames are known for their Destruction Bug Implantation. I’m sure he could tell you more about it than I could—” You craned your neck to look past Arata at Shino, who continued to pretend he wasn’t listening. Arata followed your gaze. —“It’s a permanent summoning, I suppose. Mine is more traditional, so keeping them apart isn’t too difficult when there’s a dimensional rift.” 

“I suppose that makes sense.” Arata chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck. “I guess I just assumed you’d have a few lying around the house. I know a lot of people like to keep their summons close.”

“Sometimes I like to go back with them to tend to them in their own realm.” You held a finger up to your lips with a wink. “But you didn’t hear that from me.” Arata held his expression of awe but didn’t have time to be impressed for long.

You heard shouting below. The crowd filling the streets at various stalls parted like a crack in rock. A woman fell, pushed to the ground as a few men gave chase to a figure you couldn’t quite see. 

“Theif!” one of the men cried. They made for your direction. The thief could escape into the forest within moments at the rate the men were chasing. 

“Shino, can you grab him?” Arata barked. Shino grumbled, gritting his teeth as he labored, straining the muscles of his arms as he conducted his swarm. 

“Too bright, too many people… I won’t make it!” 

Arata called out your name.

“Your plants!” he called out, his voice sputtering as he struggled to grasp his words quickly. “While Shino’s bugs are far enough!” Despite the lapse in communication, you knew precisely what his orders were.

“I got it!” You jumped off the branch as the invisible thief grew closer. The blood you drew from your finger sailed into the air, falling with you. “Summoning Jutsu!” 

Several snapping heads shot out from the white cloud of smoke that flooded the forest's underbrush. The traps snapped as the petioles weaved around the treetrunks, following the vibrations of footsteps on the leaf litter on the ground below. Arata had stationed himself at the forest’s entrance, arms held out as he stopped the pursuing men from getting caught in the crossfire. 

You heard a sharp cry, one of our traps rising into the air in your peripheral, a pair of legs kicking against the teeth before the trap was sliced cleanly in two. You gasped in horror as the whole trap shriveled, turning crispy and brown down the petioles. The thief left into the darkness of the forest. 

With the fight over, you ran to the rhizome, taking out your tantō to cut the dead head off the rest of the plant. The other traps surrounded you, shaking. 

“Aww, poor baby,” you cooed. “That must’ve been so hard. I’m sorry.” One of the traps thrust itself into your arms, nearly knocking you to the ground. You gave it a few gentle pats. “I’ll give you attention soon, I promise.” 

The plant disappeared into another puff of smoke just as Shino’s swarm passed overhead. The beetles traveled together, covering the forest like a blanket as they blotted out the moonlight. Arata, who had been running toward you, stopped in his tracks as he watched the swarm pass.

“Are you okay?” he yelled to you.

“Yeah! I’m alright,” you sighed. He walked over to you in defeat, hands on his hips as he looked deep into the forest's darkness. 

“Well, so much for catching him.” He frowned. “Sorry about your plant.” You shrugged, glancing over your shoulder toward your husband, who trailed a short distance behind you. 

“It’ll be okay. That one’s just a big baby, really.” You walked forward into the dimness, as did Shino, much to Arata’s surprise. “It’s actually a good thing. The scent from the trap is a real good insect attractant.” You shot Shino a cheeky grin. “That’s how I trapped you, isn’t it?”

He hummed, knowing that a lack of acknowledgment would’ve spurred you on even more. You pivoted on your heel, walking backward deeper into the trees as you waved for Arata to follow. 

“C’mon, Captain Arata. This was your plan, wasn’t it?” Arata’s face wrinkled in confusion for only a second before he perked up in surprise. He ran after the two of you.

“Right! My plan!”

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Fun facts about the piece if that’s something you fancy: “Arata” means fresh/new. I feel like married couple Shino and Reader would have worked out how to battle together, but I’d imagine it’s stressful for the bugs. Not to mention Reader’s plants may shut prematurely, causing the plant to use up energy. 

Reader Ōtori is also the bird user from my very first (very bad) Shino series. She has Shino in an alternate universe, I guess haha. I think aside from the Uchiha!Readers, she’s the only one I gave a last name (and a gender). Let’s keep it that way haha.

I don’t usually picture what Reader looks like, but I do on maybe 1/8 of my works. I pictured Reader to look like Pieck Finger and Arata to look something like Floch Forster or Izuku Midorya. Not that it matters who I picture. Shino is just... Shino haha. Always Wedding Era Shino though.

Also, it took me a solid 10 minutes to think of how these two abilities could possibly be compatible it was a struggle

[green-kat331]

Sketch (Ghost x Artist!Reader)

(I have no idea what Call of Duty is about so if something doesn't make sense in game I'm sorry DX)

Putting your life in danger is damn near constant.

Adrenaline rushing through your veins is like 2nd nature, so relaxation is a rarity. Some would say it's a scarce treasure.

So when those few hours do come, many from the 141 don't have a single clue what to spend their free time doing. some spend it sitting around playing cards, writing, sleeping, or setting up their gear.

over your years with the 141, you had time to develop a hobby, Sketching. you sketch everything on anything even on missions you take a moment to pull out your sketchpad and doodle whatever you see whether that be the location, fellow teammates, maps, or just random stuff. it's become a way of clearing your head and relaxing before having to live through another adrenaline rush.

Luckily this isn't one of those days, today was a break and your partners were scattered around the base, invested in their own ways of passing the time. you walked around, sketchbook and pencil in gloved hands searching for a place to sit and draw. finally picking a spot with a good view and lighting you begin sketching the scenery outside the window and once you were satisfied with the result you turn the page.

you take a moment to observe the people around you, some are playing cards others are reading in their uncomfortable seats. Soap was over with Ghost, writing something to himself. The masked man on the other hand was cleaning up a few of his knives and other weaponry.

You always admired Ghost from a distance he was big, strong, and intimidating, yet he had an air around him that kept teammates comfortable obviously not too comfortable but enough so they don't have to keep an eye on him 24/7 out of fear. you were very intrigued by the large man having the privilege to fight alongside him. He was gruff and stern but you could've sworn you heard him sharing jokes with soap over the transmitter. not to mention the delightful short conversations you had with him in far and few occasions, which consists of you asking him questions and him giving a 'yeah' 'yes' and/or 'sure' but of course his willingness to stand in front of you when gunfires roared spoke louder than any words could.

Ghost is the silent type and he works alone, but he never forgets about his comrades.

You readjusted your seating and gazed at the large man. guiding your pencil across the paper occasionally glancing up at him as your reference and also using your memories to add more details. you completely zoned out when drawing him.

Adding the folds to his uniform with his sleeves rolled up and pencil strokes toning his muscular arms and tattoos, his pose showed off his arms and stature, feeling a presence beside you you glanced up to see one of your partners standing in front of you hovering over to see the drawing he silently gave you a thumbs up in support of the piece, you gave one back then went back to your piece. luckily, you didn't finish the top part so he didn't know who the drawing was dedicated to.

you completed the rest of his uniform, then moved towards his head. line after line of his iconic mask forming the skull shape, you paid mind to put in as much detail as you could into the mask, as most would say it's the most recognizable part of him, the cracks and specks of dirt covering the top. quickly you glanced up to take another peak of your muse. To your surprise, he had also caught your eyes. even through the shadow of the skull, his eyes were piercing and deep showing emotions his face didn't. quickly averting your gaze you see the person from before looming around ghost and soap debating whether to sit down or not.

you looked back at the man and he was still staring in your direction, his eyes were as intense as always, if you were any other person you would hate to know the reason he was suddenly very interested in you, but instead of being scared or questioning him you gave a slight wave from the top of your sketchbook he lifted his fingers from the table in affirmation as a subtle wave back. the interaction was brief yet you felt strangely uplifted. You made a note that Ghost will have to secretly be your subject of artistic expression more often in future events.

You break eye contact with the masked man to add some touches to your drawing, zoning out completely yet again. You unknowingly just got what you needed to complete the pencil sketch.

His eyes, eyes that showed so much concealed emotion they were sharp with black irises or were they brown? He was too far to really tell.

You use your finger to rub in some spots you want shaded.

You sign the page at the edge of the paper and when you held the book out to gaze at your work you also looked back towards where ghost is seated.

But he wasn't there anymore.

a breath forced your head in the other direction, you found yourself face to face with Ghost's mask. His tall figure loomed over you and he stared at the page containing the pencil sketch of himself.

You felt a hint of embarrassment when his eyes shifted over toward you.

"This the reason ya been sparin' glances at me?" He asks sternly. At this moment you had no clue how he would react to being drawn, maybe he thinks it's an invasion of privacy or he'll think your creepy for paying so much attention to him, lying won't do you much good though.

"yes sir"

With your response he turns and walks away, no harsh words, his eyes didn't glare at you. He just turned and walked away. Soap stuck around briefly giving you a compliment on the detail work as well as recommending a few more details to add. He was the closest person to the masked man after all, so the tip helped make the piece perfect. Once complete, you closed the book and got up to get busy.

---

Over the passing days your relationship with Ghost stayed more or less the same, making him your muse didn't seem to weird him out from what you could tell, in fact Ghost seemed to become more and more tempting to draw again. For some reason whenever you looked at him he was posed still. more and more times you catch Ghost looking cool and collected while standing perfectly like a statue.

Unknown to you, this was completely on purpose. Being drawn seemed to secretly flatter the big man. He couldn't help but make himself more and more artistically capturable.

[soranihimawari]

¿Y tu novio?

Translation: And your boyfriend?

A question your nosy aunties ask you during your cousin’s engagement party. It’s been four years since entering university and probably six months yet you still haven’t brought a date to any family functions. Perhaps befriending (often referred to as flirting) a friend of the groom is enough to silence those family members too engaged in your lack of romance.

Pairing/genre: Kuroo Tetsuro x yn (strangers -> lovers)

Word count: tba, ~2k + (probably, most definitely)

Part 2!

Outfit casual for reader 1 (bar scene)

Outfit casual for bride (boutique scene)

Outfit for reader (boutique scene) & brunch date

Formal red dress for reader// suits for the groomsmen// bridesmaid dresses

“You booked your flight?”

Despite the fourteen hour time difference, your mother had a knack for calling you right before you’d told her for the fifth time that week your flight had been booked.

“Yes, ma. I did. I’m supposed to land tomorrow at the international airport by three in the afternoon.”

“Ok. I’ll have your father pick you up since your aunt and father need help at the venue. See you soon love. Safe trip.”

“Thanks. Night ma.”

You slide the end call button and return your attention to your closed suitcase. The travel checklist you made for the two week visit back to your home city had everything ticked off until you reached the bottom item. Your best friend and roommate since college, Charlie (short for Charlotte), circled in pink high lighter “one smoking hot boyfriend.” An aggravated sigh escapes your lips when you recall the teasing remarks your aunts (and cousins) made when you received a FaceTime call from them roughly eight months prior.

The family reunion included you via FaceTime since it was then that your cousin, la princesa linda announced her engagement with her long term boyfriend. You were in the middle of taking a break editing a few pages for your final master’s project when the hollering of congratulations filled your empty kitchen. With your last cousin finally engaged, this meant that all the kids in your generation, sans you, had a significant other. Well shit you thought. Ever since then, you’ve managed to deflect the inevitable gossiping questions of “¿y tu novio?” at every holiday and birthday call (or text). Successfully, Charlie would add. However, with wedding preparations and planning underway, you’ve come to terms perhaps it’s ok to just go to this formal event stag. Besides, it’s not like anyone you know would have a spare fourteen hundred dollars for round trip airfare from LAX to Tokyo, Japan…

“If I get asked ‘el novio’ question one more time,” you muse the following morning at six a.m. “I’m going to just say he lives in Argentina plays for San Juan.”

You purse your lips and lean against the window of Charlie’s car on the way to the airport. She scoffs because she knows of your accidental run-in with the Olympian on campus.

“Still can’t believe Oikawa thought he was at the UC Irvine campus and he bought you coffee for your trouble,” she reminds you.

“When a handsome man offers you coffee, you might as well indulge. And how many times have I told you I went to high school with the guy?”

“Enough times to make me believe you weren’t a wallflower.”

At the next stoplight before entering the highway, Charlie sees you stick out your tongue at her. Once you had arrived at the airport and checked your luggage in, you promise to contact her when you land. As you turn around after waving off your friend, you begin to walk with your backpack, choosing to head over to your gate after picking up some light breakfast.

Meanwhile, back home in Sendai, your mother is attending the final formal fitting for your cousins wedding dress. Her niece looks stunning in the ivory satin ball gown as she asks both her mother and yours how she looks. The older women fuss over how gorgeous she is, reminding her the groom is going to have a hard time believing she is his forever.

“That volleyball captain is one hell of a catch,” your mother says playfully once your cousin sets off to change back into her casual wear.

“He really is,” her sister replies.

A few beats of silence of goes by before the two women bring their conversation toward your non-existing love life. Even if your mother doesn’t understand why you are still single, it puzzles the older generation overall. Your family means well, they really do, but sometimes it’s just plain annoying they don’t have anything else to talk about.

“Y’know how they are, studies come first,” your mom tuts after her sister brings up the fact you’re going to be seated with the ‘coworkers’ and extended family tables. Perhaps the seating arrangement can be amended (it does on the wedding day, but we’ll get that part soon).

Back at the airport, your flight is boarded and you begin the countdown of seeing the lights of Tokyo city by the window seat. You slip on a face mask while waiting for the flight attendants bring the first round of complimentary snacks…

In Osaka, your cousin’s fiancé is having his last practice as a taken bachelor. His teammates along with the coaches are congratulating him and telling him they’d see him either at the ceremony or the reception. After all, according to a blonde setter, it’s not everyday the handsome responsible captain Meian gets hitched married. A representative from the JVA also is present since there was business to be discussed about off season honeymoon time. The athletes toast with the last bit of energy drinks before hitting the showers all the while the groomsmen are planning the bachelor party at the local pub they frequented after celebrating their victories. It just so happens that getting married to a smokin’ hot angel (Miya Atsumu’s words, not Meian’s) was one of them.

Fast forward to the following day: in no particular order, this is how you find yourself meeting one sharp dressed man who slips you business card when you down the remaining whiskey sour at the Marley’s Pub. First, you father does pick you up at the airport despite a delay due to weather. Two, the drive to your parents’ house is a shorter compared to the obvious long flight. Three, your mother comes home from the boutique with her dress for the ceremony while you are knocked out on the couch thanks to jet lag. Four, around five in the afternoon, you wake up to a series of texts from your cousins including the bride (and one from Charlie which was just a thumbs up emoji after you land). Five, you wash up and get dressed in your best bar hopping outfit since tonight was the first of three nights of pre-wedding gaming, starting with the pub where the bride and groom first met.

Two hours in meeting up with the “bride tribe” and “bros before hoes” groups (as you named them in your head), you realize you’re technically on a whole other pantheon of reality because when the members of a profession V-League team start entering the bar, you’re sure you saved a country in the past life. Either that or the fact your cousin manages to pull the ‘god’s favorite’ card in your imagination makes this encounter all the more nerve wracking because how the hell are the men in California supposed to compare to these guys? They are equally charming and the fact that they are humorous as they flirt with the bridesmaids makes you thoroughly relax. Or as relaxed as you can be when you excuse yourself to order another whiskey sour. You’re just glad to breakaway for a little bit to stand in the background while watching what you missed by being in California unfold in front of you. One thing is for certain though, as your cousin and her fiancé stand together, you can feel the love (and by a certain extent, support) they have.

“Perhaps true love does exist,” you whisper back to your glass when you close out your tab. Raising a glass to your cousin, she winks at you as a reminder that she is family first, and a childhood friend second. Sure, the years after you both turned thirteen started to make you two drift apart, yet you know there is no one else you’d rather be cordial with compared to the rest of your extended family.

“They sure do look happy, don’t they?”

You down the rest of the drink after signing the bill. Turning around to lean against the bar top you notice the man in the buttoned vest and gray slacks. His black bed head hair is spiked in all directions while his navy tie and sneakers completes his look. You close your eyes, humming in agreement.

“Are you with the bride or the groom?” Is his follow up question.

“Bride,” your voice is a little raspy thanks to the alcohol you fishies consuming. “You?”

“Groom. I sort of introduced them after one of the MSBY games,” he answers. “See that guy over there?”

He points out the winged spider with the two toned hair. “That’s Bokkun. We’ve been friends for a long time, yet the bride over there,” he nods to your cousin. “Is a colleague of mine at the JVA.”

His smile is filled with pearly teeth, hiding his amber hazel eyes when he smiles wider fishing for a business card to give you.

“You could have just said both,” you tease when he hands you his business card. “Kuroo Tetsuro.”

You read his name off the card before slipping it into your pants pocket with an playful smile. Kuroo asks you what you were drinking and he buys you a third cocktail before falling in step with you back to the group.

“So, yn, how’s life abroad?” Is the first question one of the bridesmaids asks you after noticing you take a sip of your cup. The party members were each nursing a different cocktail with the exception of you who was on the third.

“It’s been grand,” you muse, swirling your glass.

“Aww, c’mon yn, you can’t summarize being in L.A. since you graduated high school in just three words,” your cousin presses on. She means well, especially since you both rekindled your childhood friendship via the postcards you send for her birthday.

You take a sip from your glass again before really, truthfully, answering the question.

“L.A.‘s a fine place to work,” you say. “Pursuing a master’s is not a easy, but at least I stay out of trouble there.”

“You still ride your motorcycle?” Your cousin questions your underground rebellious hobby from your teenage years. You finish the rest of your whiskey sour.

“Street racing is not my only hobby,” you muse. “Illegal or not, hah.”

“Still have your Kawaski?” Another bridesmaid asks. Your cousin pulls up the photo of you standing next to a ruby colored bike and you in a candy red leather jacket. You have a black leather ensemble along with a golden helmet with cat ears. Your company whistles at that image and when you were asked how old you were, some of the boys, like Kuroo, were surprised you were nineteen then. The bike currently was in the garage at home, collecting dust until your parents saved up enough money to have it shipped abroad, but you were entitled to use it wherever you visited home.

“Mm,” the ice in your glass clinks together. “I got to get that out of the garage and take her out for a spin before I leave.”

If you weren’t cool before, you definitely were now. A few minutes go by and while the wallflower in you melts away, you find it easy to answer intriguing questions about yourself amongst the group. Surely, as the hours go by, the party breaks off bit by bit until you’re left with an extra former volleyball captain, who might have found you ten times more attractive when you revealed your old ‘illegal’ hobby. Kuroo offers to split a ride share with you twenty minutes after your cousin explains that she plans on crashing at Meian’s tonight.

As your neighborhood comes into preview, you are handed Kuroo’s phone. His cheeks are slightly flushed due to the alcohol, but he garnered enough confidence to ask you for your contact info. You flirtatiously call him out for being a playful stray cat, so when you enter your name, you put your family nickname, Kitty, and press save. When you exit the car, you turn around to make a sign for Kuroo to open the window.

“Call me if you’re serious about coffee tomorrow,” you say, waving as he nods from the car pulling away from your driveway.

The following morning, you wake up to a series of texts. It ranges from a few of your old classmates asking you if you could meet up after the wedding to hang out like old times, to family group chats going off about something or other dealing with the wedding planner (including a dress fitting your cousin needs you for since you didn’t really know the color themes and you didn’t want to clash), to two from Kuroo. Kuroo?! You sit straight up amongst your pillows supporting your back when you hastily reply to his invitation to the diner by his apartment.

By the time you write a note as to where you were headed, you realize it will be close to half past noon when you arrive to his side of town. You also indicate that you are to meet your cousin at a bridal boutique near there anyways around three. Inside the diner where Kuroo was waiting, you see he ordered two cups of coffee and waters while waiting for you. He also may have mentioned he ordered ‘chef’s hangover cure for two’ and you laugh lightheartedly at his gesture.

“Mind if I take a picture?” His question is a bit nuanced considering you’re smiling into your second refill of coffee. You don’t object and albeit the photo is a smidge blurry, Kuroo saves it as your contact image. Maybe having this friendly, cordial (sober) date with you is what he needed. Especially since it’s been a year and a half since he had really been seeing anyone, or at least that was what he told you when the conversation steered that way. He does make an effort to not pry too much, since he rather much see where this acquaintanceship leads you two. The breakfast foods with two plates for sharing come out of the kitchen rather quickly than previously quoted, so here you both start to eat enjoying the company you have.

At the bridal boutique an hour later, your cousin had you in the fitting room trying on a series of blush pink and bold ruby dresses (or details as such). You notice the cut and designer are the same as the bridesmaids style, but when asked why yours was in the complementary color family, your cousin states that she wanted her closest family member to wear the color.

“Chi-chan,” you whine your cousin’s name because her honesty made you want to drop the ‘she’s so perfect’ mindset your youthful self had harbored against her when you had a falling out.

She hugs you while you’re in the cupcake cocktail length dress which you two decide is not the right outfit for you. That is, until a sales person pulls a sleek dress from the gowns side and explains to you both the designer is willing to dye this piece because it will be considered retired after this season. You try it on just for fun, and suddenly it seems like this would be the empire waisted one your figure looked best in. The dying process would take several days, but lucky for everyone involved, the wedding ceremony would be taking place thirty-six hours post dye job. You breathe a sigh of relief along with your cousin and she speaks to you through the fitting room door while you change back to your casual attire from brunch.

“So, what do you think of Kuroo?” She asks.

“He’s nice,” you answer, catching yourself smile sheepishly at the name drop. “Why?”

“No reason.”

“Fine, keep your secrets, Chi-chi.”

“On second thought, I’ll no tell you when you’re—”

The fitting room door opens to reveal you holding the dress on the hanger, trying to suppress the blush on the tip of your ears.

“Out,” your cousin said.

Walking to the register, you listen to her explain slightly about her question to you about her colleague makes sense:

“He’s sweet, honestly I don’t know why he hasn’t made more of an effort in dating, so when I told him I had a family member flying in for the wedding…”

“You’d introduce us?” You finish for her once the receipt is printed for the dress and dye fee.

“Are you mad?”

You fold the receipt and put it away in tour wallet, inhaling and exhaling a sigh.

“No, I’m not,” you answer in an even tone. “Not since he bought be brunch…”

Your cousin let out an unholy gasp as she playfully smacks your arm. Embarrassing though it was, you laugh with her asking her if any of Meian’s friends are single in case things don’t progress with her coworker. Spoiler, it progresses wonderfully.

—Wedding Day: 30mins before—

You are in the bridal suite of the temple where the ceremony would be taking place. Your parents are with other members of the family speaking and greeting the grooms side along with other close friends (all of which you knew growing up). A few familiar faces from birthday parties and high school outings also show up, surprised to hear your contemporaries say your name with ease confirming your arrival. The last set of nerves were being cooled and chatted amongst the ladies in your company while the last spritz of setting spray was drying, the photographer took several candid shots of you all. Your cousin’s favorite was where you help clasp her something borrowed (a star pendant choker necklace from when you were seventeen), you looked so focused, while the bridesmaids had the consensus of the mimosa shot with their silk robes as theirs.

A few more snapshots later, including the ‘first look’ for both bride and groom, the wedding planner calls for everyone to line up. Amongst the group of sharply suited men gathered at the end of the temple, you take notice of which number you are (fifth) in the procession, noting your partner after the groom, was the person whom you shared a meal with a couple days ago. Kuroo stands behind Bokuto who whispers an inside joke or two, causing the groomsmen to chuckle. The wedding planner (and his assistant nod to the orchestra) thus cuing the beginning of the ceremony.

“Any last minute advice?” Your cousin asks you before it’s your turn to walk.

“Love him with everything you are, everything you will be,” you squeeze her shoulder, a small smile on your lips. The wedding planner nudges you to begin your own walk, and for a split moment, your eyes meet Kuroo, and time freezes. Sure, everyone talks about how the groom’s expression changes from nervous to lovingly when he sees his future wife walk down the aisle enough, but no one rarely talks about the moment when love at first sight occurs. Every step you take, you feel Kuroo’s gaze on you, and it makes you suddenly feel a bit lighter. You mouth out a “breathe,” to him, and he remembers to do what you suggest. Well, him and Meian both do the moment the bride makes her debut.

When the ceremony ends, you find your hand with the spare bouquet behind held by Kuroo (as are the other members of the bridal party) as a classical piece, jovial piece, is played. At the reception, in between post ceremony pictures, you and Kuroo steal more cocktail hor’devours. If he hasn’t told you already, he reminds you red really suits you.

“Thank you,” you say, while picking up a mimosa flute. Your cousin calls your name as she drags you into another photo with her parents and Meian. Your parents are in the next one as they are her godparents. The photographer decides at the request of the couple each of the pairs for bridesmaid and groomsmen take two additional photos while they change into their reception attire, so you and Kuroo wait your turn. You discuss cliche poses, but one of the ones he suggests is one of the photos that was taken:

“I’ll pretend to whisper something in your ear, so just look surprised, ok?”

You eagerly nod and when the photographer is easy for you, you hold the bouquet behind your hand as Kuroo leans down to ‘whisper.’

“You in red is making it very difficult to behave, princess,” was what he says. His tone is close to a gravel huskiness you found to be ten times more attractive. You looked surprised indeed when the shutter clicks. And for all that is sacred, you bring the flowers up to shield both of your lips. You’ve got a wicked grin plastered on while uttering a curse.

“Unbelievable,” you whisper, pursing your lips together against the corner of his lips. The camera shutters again and you pull away to see if you left lipstick left a stain (it does, and you help blend it away). Suffice to say, the reception goes extremely well. Kuroo and you stick by each other for a majority of the night while various friends and family ask you how you’re doing and (as always) ask if you’re seeing Kuroo. Thankfully, he saves you a couple of times saying, “Not yet auntie,” causing you to quirk an eyebrow. You make several hand signs saying if he is up for it, he just needs to take you out on a few more dates.

“Our friends getting married doesn’t count, though,” you tease when he asks you in the middle of the dessert round.

“Aw, why not? Afraid I’d hit on the maid of honor?” He stuffs a forkful of cake in his mouth.

“Nah, she’s too busy flirting with Atsumu over there to give you a chance, but shoot your shot I guess?”

“I’d rather take my chances and flirt with you,” Kuroo says, chuckling when you bashfully look at your lap for your napkin. “After all, you owe me a dance.”

You couldn’t find it in your heart to decline. As the next song is tuned on, Kuroo stands extending a hand to you. Thankfully the ballad is a sweet rendition of “Something” by the Beatles, and although you don’t dance like would have in junior high, you feel the warmth your impromptu date harbors upon where he rests his left hand on the small of your back. His other hand holds yours close to his chest while he tells you if anyone else asks the infamous, “¿y tu novio?” query, you can say you’re seeing him for a date (or several) before you fly back.

“I wouldn’t mind if it’s you,” you casually say, smiling up at him. “Besides, I still owe you one no strings attached kiss. The post-ceremony one doesn’t count.”

Kuroo chuckles reverberates on his chest and you feel his heart beat increase when you mention the kiss from earlier. He whispers something to you and you don’t shy away from his suggestion. You move the hand that was closest to his shoulder to he use of his face and he leans into your touch. His lips leave a light impression on your palm, promising you a better less formal date on Monday (you explain you fly out next Friday during the course of dinner).

“That’s plenty of time to make you fall for me,” his confidence is astounding.

“I look forward to you try to sweep me off my feet, Kuroo-san,” your voice has a jester like lilt when you hold his hand giving it a squeeze the cake slices are served about fifteen minutes prior.

The song continues playing and before long, you find yourself bargaining with your subconscious, to probably open your mind to casually dating this person. Kuroo is kind, ambitious, intelligent (you laughed at one his puns), and above all else, quick on his feet to help anyone (especially a certain person trying to avoid answering awkward questions about their love life).

Elsewhere, Meian and his new wife, look around them then focusing at the two of you on the crowded dance floor (a good chunk of the couples were still dancing too). He brings her close to his side, draping an arm over her shoulders.

“We did good, huh?” She asks him, nodding to where Kuroo let you rest your head in his chest. Her phone in her dress pocket is in her hands when she takes a few photos of you two to send later before she turns it to selfie mode holding up her new wedding band to share on social media a month later.

“You always do wifey, always,” he kisses her temple.

//end

[skelesnow]

Tentatively reviving this blog :D Hello! This is an indie Sans RP blog :D

Rules and Muse pages are under read more (for mobile users)!

Rules;;

If you want me tag something, please tell me.There will be no graphic images and such on here. Only fanart of undertale and my art (with occasional aesthetic pictures such as space) will be reblogged time to time.

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Take all the time you need to reply! Really, real-life comes first so don’t stress out. I don’t care if it takes months for you to reply! I can wait!! (And I expect you to show me the same patience in return!)

I will not remind you to reply. Ever. However, I will not assume it’s dropped permanently so I will give it time to be picked up. (So feel comfortable and reply at your own pace!)

IC =/= OOC. What he says or does are his actions, not mine. Our opinions differ. I’m not my muse.

The sins of roleplaying are not acceptable. (Godmodding and all that stuff.)

I am cool with roleplaying nsfw themes (torture, gore..that stuff)  It will be tagged with [insert here] tw and may be under read more.

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Do not force sexual acts on my muse.

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Multi-verse. Every character have their own universe which is different from others if it’s not talked between muns or specified.

I accept asks from anyone but I will only roleplay with mutuals for now. (Also, please tell me if you are a side-blog and followed me from personal!) However, I can still be selective with which mutuals I will roleplay with. Also, I reserve the right to not answer a message or reply to a starter..

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Hate will not be tolerated.

Regarding Sans and roleplayed related things;;

W.D Gaster was his father in this verse. However, this Sans knows fully timelines are different and that his Gaster is forever gone. Same with other characters. Nothing will be assumed, no worries.

Sans has high hp and level after defeating the human. This also means he can bring himself to hurt others more easily. Beware.

Reset/Save/Load functions does not work on his timeline. If you are a friend, he will warn you about it and keep an eyesocket out for ya.

About;;

Name: Sans Serif (He also uses Sans Roman. Never call him Sans Aster.)

Title: The Defeater of Seventh, given for murdering that brat the success of stopping the human.

Nicknames: Wishes (given by his best friend), Smol (given by mun, will not be used in interactions -probably- but on ooc posts referring to him), The Defeater (preferred nickname, most used by the monsters from his timeline), Champs.

Age: 21 (in his species’ years)

Sexual Orientation: ??? He has no idea

Height: Currently 3'9, however when his condition flares up, he is back at 2'3.

2'3. (was 4'6 before melting and in current verse, can recover up to 3'9 in main)

Species: Skeleton/ Monster

Family: Wing Ding Aster - father- unknown

Times New Roman - mother- deceased

Papyrus - brother- deceased

Skills/Talents:

*Uses blue magic in attacks and yellow magic if it’s a rare, personal business. Relies on Karma/Karmic Retribution, which is a poison like effect through his Perseverance.  

*Uses green magic to an extent (only healing abilities).

*Can jump between timelines. (Mostly used to meet Frisk at their pacifist timeline)

*Can summon 30 blasters at once max.

*Science + Law Major.

*Can /shortcut/. Better when there is contact, otherwise it drains his magic reserve faster.

*Can see others’ stats.

*Can jump between past and near future during battle, cutting from one attack to other to confuse the enemy.

*Can cook well.

Jobs: The king’s right hand. Mentor of the new head of the royal guard. The judge.

History;; (TW: Needles, Murder, Experiments, Death)

Sans is a skeleton, living in the underground with his kind since humans banished monsters after winning the fight. In his timeline, he is the first son of two brilliant scientists: W. D Aster and T. N. Roman, having green defensive magic. He had lost his mother too early to have a clear memory of her. After they lost her, Aster took care of both him and his brother Papyrus but he was an idealist who refused to leave the work.. so the skelebros spent most of their childhood in lab. As the big brother, Sans had to make some sacrifices. He had to partake in some experiments and that’s where his power was born.

To make him powerful, his magic was altered; green magic splitted into blue and yellow but also splitting the original Sans into two entities: Justice and Patience. They were both Sans but different. Patience claimed the name Sans as Justice did not interfere until much later.

With his intelligence and natural talent, Sans soon was found more useful as a lab partner than a test subject. He joined Alphys and Aster in their researches. Like his mother, and now his father as royal scientist, there was an expectation that he would become the royal scientist in future.— Until Aster made the mistake of pulling Papyrus into his innocent experiments. Sans had attempted to kill Aster, Aster fell to core and thus the core accident happened. Sans burnt down the lab, with all his own projects inside, and gave up on the “royal” part of the science, took his brother with him and moved to the town far away from Hotland: Snowdin.

They were happy. Even Justice, with the new job he found in Royal Court. However, Justice’s existence was kept hidden from Papyrus. His young brother was a bundle of joy and he was enjoying their new life despite the unfortunate events that led up to that. Even when the Flowey’s terror reign began, he managed to hold himself together. He had only the snippets of that awful groundhog day. The only thing he knows for sure is that THAT TALKING FLOWER WILL BE SORRY WHEN SANS FINDS HIM.This continued until a being with stronger determination came and killed his brother. Sans could not stop them, could not save Papyrus from this fate he did not deserve. Even a bit.

At the judgement hall, with the determination pill he took recklessly and ready to fight until the end, he managed to hold on for a long time. But the defeat was inevitable and when he dodged an attack, being so mocking about it, he almost took the second one. This is the point where his story deviates from the no mercy run. He had been saved by a pacifist!Frisk who jumped to his timeline right in time, and he defeated the seventh human, for once and for all. He asked Frisk if they could reset their timeline and bring back everyone… It was not possible, Frisk had no power over any timeline that’s not theirs. And Sans tried to kill them, to force them to reset in a way. He did not succeed.

Sans became a hero for the monsters that day, and a symbol of peace with Frisk when they worked out their problems and become as close as siblings, almost. Monsters were respecting him and the kind even offered him a position he might desire. Sans..did not want it. He had lost many great friends, and his only family. He spread the dust of his dear brother on his favorite item, his racecar bed, and spent most of his days being in denial. Only times he spent outside was to help Frisk in some matters and Sans continued to use his magic excessively.. which led to his body melt..from the endless fight with the human, the pill and the sudden level-up, he could not maintain his form.

His body was looking no longer skeletall (one final pun before his life goes downfall) and he could not stabilize the melting alone. He asked help from Alphys, desperately trying not to become an amalgamate (which he learnt about after this incident and the possibility of becoming a being which will suffered forever still horrifies him). Thanks to Alphys’ help, he stopped losing more substance/magic.. yet the damage was done. His height, which was 4’ 8 before the incident, was lowered to 2’ 3. His hands were missing bones or looked nothing like a hand supposed to look most of the time. He was never solid, always melting be it unnoticeable or actually concerning. He managed not to get many questions about his condition from monsters, although curious or concerned glances were always a thing.

Sans is not okay. Both physically and mentally. His emotions are unstable despite his perfect acting and control over it when Frisk visits him. The seventh soul has not destroyed the barrier, due to time shenanigans concerning the time gap between Pacifist verse where Frisk is from and theirs. He often needs injection to stabilize his magic thus the melting, so he always has syringes around -hidden from anyone else-. He melts more when he is unstable emotion-wise or magic-wise and he may get shorter or less skeletal depending on the damage. Currently, there is no cure to his condition.. and Sans is making it worse on purpose as a punishment for failing his brother, by using his magic despite it is forbidden until he recovers //at least to some extent and it will take a few years to get to that point//.

[[This is the start of the main verse, The Defeater of The Seventh. The blog’s current verse and alternate verses are in Verses page.]]

[cheselswood-archived]

Well it took all day but I finally have Ches’s intro (hopefully) finished. As a disclaimer, this is very long (4,000+ words) and that’s... after I cut an entire section to save space. (Her zodiac chart, which... if anyone wants it let me know and I’ll make a page for it or something.). If you don’t want to read all of it, that’s completely okay! I’d rec reading her basics, bio, and personality section and I’m more than happy to answer any/all questions about Ches at any point so honestly please feel free to dm me on Discord anytime. 

From the get go I want to put the TWs tags and what sections they affect. Please feel free to skip those sections (or if you don’t want to, I’d be willing to like make google docs without those sections, or erasing certain references upon request). 

Throughout: Mental Health (PTSD, BPD, Anxiety Attacks, Non-Specific mentions of self-destructive behavior but NOT self-harm), Death / Murder (of her mother)

Basics: I get into Ches’s religious views a bit and Abortion is mentioned positively (Reason for Ex-Communication), Alcoholism

Biography: Murder/Death (blood mention), brief mention of  addiction, and brief mention of Abuse

Clover: Animal Death (not discussed, but it could be implied with context clues)

Family: These are all marked in front of the paragraph they affect (I really wish I could do a click to reveal thing under a read more, but this is the best I can do). Anyway - Death/Murder, Descriptions of Blood and Gore (nothing too graphic but worth a mention anyway), Child Death, Addiction and Relapses (Cocaine, Heroin, Alcohol), Cheating, Suicidal ideation (probably subtle enough it’s possible to not pick up but I’d rather overtag), Eating Disorders, Self-Harm

Basics.

Name: Hailey Cheshire “Ches” Elswood. ( literally this muse only acknowledges her middle name and her preferred name from it. Hailey is a word that does not compute in her vocabulary) Age: 22 Gender and Pronouns:  Woman (She/Hers) Sexuality: Demisexual, Bioromantic Birthdate: July 19th, 1998 Birthplace: Paris, France Zodiac: Cancer Height: 5’3” Group: Ex-Communicated Reason for Ex-Communication: I... mean you’ll learn more about Ches as you read but despite the fact she’s religious (raised Catholic, went back after she left the cult - your muses will see her at mass without fail every time) she’s extremely  liberal in her religious beliefs. Like “yes gay marriage, yes abortion, I don’t care what you believe you’re so valid - what works for me doesn’t work for everyone and that’s okay” and you get the gist, I think. So like... this kid literally could have speed-ran ex-communication if she hadn’t been trying so hard to actually be good and try to get into it like her father did when she was a member of the church. Although  I’m 99% sure the reason she ended up getting ex-communicated was her mouth, probably came out with “well actually Jesus never said-” and pulled out her bible to prove her point, knowing her.

Relationship Status: Single Occupation: 

College Student (English major)

YouTuber - two 1 million sub channels: a diy channel with her step-cousin (think Evan and Katelyn but #platonic) and a theme park history channel where she shows off the fact she knows way too much about them (think Defunctland and Poseidon Entertainment)

Education: Graduate of Collège Alpin Beau Soleil (international private boarding school), currently working on an English degree with full plans to eventually earn a doctorate in the field. Country of Citizenship: United States and France [dual citizenship] Languages Spoken: French (first), English, Swiss, Latin, Portuguese, and a little bit of Italian

Illnesses, Disabilities, and Other Health Things to Note:

Borderline personality disorder (BPD)

PTSD

Allergies: Severe Allergy to the Perciformes family of fish (tuna, mackerel, perch, and bass). Shellfish and salmoniformes (Salmon and Trout) are fine, but she won’t try any other kinds of fish just in case.

Recovering Alcoholic (started drinking way too young, has been in recovery since she was 18).

Tattoos: One, Two

Biography.

TWS: Murder/Death, Mental Illness, (brief mention of) Addiction, and (brief mention of) Abuse

One might say that Ches Elswood was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, but the truth of the reality was the spoon was probably made from diamonds. The Elswood name was always one of prestige, a multi-billion luxury goods conglomerate, a famous uncle as an actor, swiss boarding schools attended by royalty - and that was only her father’s side of the family. One would expect Ches to be out of touch with reality if they only looked at the top couple results of her google search. But, if one only looked deeply enough - they’d find the article of her mother’s murder. Julia Elswood murdered while out shopping with her eight year old daughter, a mugging gone wrong. Ches still wakes up every night on the verge of hyperventilation a decade later, desperately trying to clean her hands of her mother’s blood as if the stains the event has had on her will ever come off. Not that she'd ever let her social media presence reveal the harsh reality, a family rife with addiction and mental health issues, the two younger sisters she had to help raise when she was a child herself when her father shut down, an abusive ex-boyfriend - all those cracks in the picture frame hidden by all the pretty little bows and well placed smiles. The only hint something is amiss on her Instagram feed is her service dog, Clover, the golden retriever she’ll openly cite as saving her life while never quite getting into how.

It was a bit of a shock when Edward Elswood and his new wife, Rebekah, joined the church, packed his bags, and moved from the Upper East Side to the middle of nowhere Kentucky. And for a while, Ches tried her best to follow the rules and fit in. But, eventually she slipped, and got herself ex-communicated. And while she should be upset, in all honesty she’s relieved to be out from under the pressures of everything. Maybe the fact her father entirely disowned her should bother her, but right now she’s a bit too focused on moving forward. (At least, that’s what she’ll tell everyone if they ask.).

Clover.

Clover came into Ches’s life at the time they needed each other most. Ches’s PTSD was starting to get worse, to the point she was functioning  robotically at best. Stumbling upon an extremely young puppy with no signs of her mother caused something to click in her, an urge to work through her demons to take care of this dog. So she did. She bottle-fed the golden retriever, took her to the vet for repeated checkups to ensure she was developing fine, and eventually when she was old enough and the dog’s temperament became apparent and it was revealed she’d be well suited for the work - she started to work with trainers to train Clover as a service dog at her therapist’s suggestion.

Clover is a very calm dog, she’s dedicated to her work and it’s very common to see her laying by Ches’s feet watching her. She does NOT eat human food very often and mealtimes are routine, however Ches will sneak her some foods that she doesn’t make very often (and in turn Clover isn’t going to misbehave in public over) in her bowl when the dog isn’t looking on holidays. (Like, for example, a piece of turkey on Thanksgiving).

TASKS:

Responds to Ches’s anxiety and tries to prevent an anxiety attack from occurring when they are in public

Wakes Ches from her nightmares

Interrupts flashbacks, panic/anxiety attacks, and night terrors

 Interrupts Ches's more self destructive behavior.

Guides Ches to a safe place (if everything else doesn’t ease Ches’s symptoms)

Retrieve items when pointed and the command Récupérer is spoken (mostly trained to do this to retrieve phones during extremely bad episodes where Ches breaks down on the floor and can’t force herself to get up, sometimes Ches uses this skill because of its usefulness too).

Can call Ches's “dad” (see Logan Elswood) with a K9 phone in the worst case situation.

I feel obligated to link a picture of Clover’s fc here too, so, have a dog pic.

Personality. 

Social Standing in Town/Reputation:  At this point Ches isn’t entirely sure where she stands in town. Now that she was ex-communicated from Pastor North’s church, her own father and step-mother no longer speak to her. For the most part the rest of her family would require a flight to go see, other than when her brother, Emmett, occasionally visits. And the locals don’t trust her either, so for the most part at this point in Holy Cross she feels alone. She missed human connection, feeling like she’s got a solid group of people to rely on, and she’s hopefully at some point she’ll have one in Holy Cross.

MBTI: ENFP Enneagram: 7w8 (The Enthusiast with The Challenger wing) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Winx: Light Pokémon Type: Ghost

What sets Ghost Types apart is that they have a past, a history that they can’t escape. That doesn’t necessarily mean a traumatic event. While some Ghosts are mournful or caught dwelling on old pains, others appear to be connected to a distant past of revelry. Ghosts are caught in a state of suspended animation. There is a consistency within them, which harkens back to some moment in time that made them who they are now. Some are obsessive about history, or about honoring their culture’s traditions. Others can’t stop reading books on Attachment Theory, and talking about how they absorbed their parents’ epigenetic trauma. They are at once both rooted and detached. Their existence reminds you time is not real.

Unlike some of the other emotionally-distant-seeming types, such as Ice and Psychic, Ghosts are not intentionally putting walls up between themselves and other people. In fact, they can be over-sharers, telling long stories about their pasts, bearing their most secret selves. There is something very vulnerable about them. Still, there is liminal veil between them and everyone else. The curse of Ghost Types is that they feel things very intensely, they hunger and yearn, and they understand the distant, root causes of many modern-day problems. Yet they can’t seem to fully connect to reality or feel anyone else reaching back at them. They make excellent poets, painters, story-tellers, fanfic writers, cultural historians, and museum curators. [Source because this personality system is not my own doing and I got the descriptions from it comes from]

Pokémon Subtype: Electric

Electric Type personalities are explosive, frenetic, and full of energy. They can be short-tempered and erratic, and often follow their own short-lived caprices and whims. They are also a powerful source of light and inspiration, however, and can be admired leaders if they harness their power properly. Electric Types are modern souls, lovers of technology as well as new ideas.

The most famous and beloved Pokemon, Pikachu, exemplifies the Electric Type. Willful yet adorable, he can be mistaken for a selfish baby. However, when your back is against the wall, you want an Electric Type by your side. They will rise to the occasion and unleash their power in your defense. Sometimes they’re baby, sometimes they want power. [Source because this personality system is not my own doing and I got the descriptions from it comes from]

(She’s also a Ravenclaw if anyone cares about Hogwarts Houses)

Talents, Skills, and Hobbies:

Piano

Archery

Baking

Singing (Voice Claim: Katherine McNamara)

Reading

Forgeries

Lockpicking

DIYS (especially involving resin)

Writing (not creatively though, essays, Defunctworld scripts)

Video Creation

Favorites:

Color: Pink (the watermelon paint color)

Food: Cheap Chinese Food (like think that $5 mall garbage)

Animal: Tigers

Drink: Cherry Cola

Flower: Lilies

Book: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Holiday: Halloween (costumes) or Christmas (gift giving)

Movie: The Shining

Scent: Vanilla Bean

Place: Her family’s flat in Paris

Quote:

“and though she be but little, she is fierce” - William Shakespeare

Bêtes Noires:

Color: Dijon

Food: Sushi (a lot of it has to do with that tuna allergy though)

Animal: Domestic Cats, she can tolerate them but they’re one of the few animals she wouldn’t seek out.

Drink: Coffee (it’s a key reason why she drinks it when she’s panicking, because who has time to panic when you’re too busy being offended by what you’re drinking? Not Ches.)

Flower: Roses (she loathes them, dislike is an understatement)

Book: The Hunchback of Notre Dame - Victor Hugo

Holiday: Her birthday

Movie: The Notebook

Scent: Roses

Place: Touristy Locations, she hates being around tourists ok

Misc Fun Facts About Ches.

Ches speaks English and French fluently, her mother was born and raised in Paris so she learnt them both at the same time. She’s also spent quite a few summers / winter breaks in Paris with her grandparents, so she’s got a strong love for the city. A love to the point where if you see her call NYC and Paris home interchangeably, that’s why.

If you call her Hailey she will probably pretend you don’t exist, other than to glare at you until you call the correct name. There’s a couple people she’ll let it slide with but she doesn’t acknowledge that name and she doesn’t really use it.

She’s the mom friend if your mom friend also goes “I HAVE THE BEST IDEA” and drags you into trouble themselves. Like yes this situation may be entirely her fault but she’s going to fuss over you afterward. 

This muse does what she wants, I just write it down I apologize for her from minute one. 

Ches really… doesn’t seriously date too much because of past relationships (the one where her brother cheated with him, and the one referenced in her bio). She likes to flirt (it’s a fun game to her as long as nobody gets too invested), and honestly while she doesn’t really feel attraction unless there’s a romantic attachment in place, she’s  actually not opposed to friends with benefits things either. But the second people start getting too serious she’s out the door. She’s very “you gotta leave before you get left” esc so she tends to panic the second she thinks she might be actually start being into someone. (Which is why you’ve gotta get her attached before she realized it >.> -cough friends to lovers cough- usually but I mean, I go off chem anyway so that’s not really.. a huge deal, just a fun fact!)

That being said platonic I love yous are her shit, she loves her friends a LOT, she will remind you she loves you constantly. And she’s really affectionate, she’ll walk right up and press a kiss to her friend’s cheek, she’s down to platonic hand-hold and cuddle, literally as long as everyone’s on the same page and okay with it - she’s very fond of affection and touch on average. 

Ches is rarely sleeps, like ever. In fact, while she’ll never admit to it - she’s afraid of sleeping so while insomnia, nightmares, and night terrors are all valid reasons why she’s so used to running on next to no sleep. She’s really afraid of closing her eyes at night, which further feeds into the cycle. 

She’s a bit of a closet nerd - if you look under her bed she has a chest of comic books, she plays video games when she has time (and honestly she misses them a bit when she doesn’t). LGR is one of her Youtube channels, and she knows way too much about DOS for someone who was born past it’s prime.

She got her first tattoo using a forged note of parental consent when visiting New Jersey. Edward Elswood was NOT pleased when it finally clicked to him what she’d done.

Family.

Father’s Full Name: Edward Elswood Father’s Occupation: Majority shareholder and CEO of Elswood, a multi-billion luxury goods conglomerate Mother’s Full Name: Julia Andrieux Elswood Mother’s Status: Deceased (murdered - shot to death by a mugger) Step-Mother: Rebekah Carroll Elswood Step-Mother’s Occupation: Fashion Textile Designer Siblings: Julien Andrieux (deceased), Logan Elswood (28), Jamie Elswood (26), Emmett Elswood (24), Cade Carroll (23), Jonah Elswood (22 - twin brother), Flynn Carroll (19), Effie Elswood (18), Ella Elswood (15) Other Relatives: Véronique Andrieux (grandmother), Vincent Andrieux (grandfather), Ben Elswood (uncle, famous actor), Collen Nichols (step-cousin, her partner in crime on The Elswood & Nichols Show), Belle (niece, Logan’s daughter, 3)

Family Dynamics: ...are y’all sure you really want me get into this? Ask and you shall receive.

Edward Elswood: Ches and Edward are complicated to say the least, and that’s only been amplified now that he’s a member of the North Cult and Ches has been ex-communicated. Honestly she hasn’t spoken to him since she’s left the church, and if she misses him, she’s never going to admit to it.

Julia Elswood:  [TW: MURDER / DEATH, BLOOD / GORE MENTIONS] Despite the fact her mother has been dead for over a decade, Ches hasn’t been able to escape her (metaphorical) ghost ever since the day Ches stood there, helplessly watching her bleed out. Ches’s life has been a series of what-ifs surrounding the event ever since the day it took place, and she’s got a huge case of survivor's guilt she’s been slowly working on in therapy. But furthermore? Ches has only just now started removing her mother from a pedestal now that she has the woman’s diaries, and she’s slowly but surely, learning all her mother’s secrets from the woman herself.

Rebekah Carroll: Ches honestly has extremely strong feelings about Rebekah, and none of them are good.  She hates the woman for trying to replace her mother, how she treated Cade growing up (Rebekah took the Parent Trap as a manual on how to handle children after a divorce, rather than a cautionary tale), and for trying to bond with her younger siblings whenever they arrive back home to the states. Probably the first perk Ches will list if someone asks her about ex-communication is never having to deal with Rebekah again, and she’s not sorry about it.

Julien Andrieux: [TW: CHILD DEATH] There is not a day that goes by that Ches doesn’t think of Julien Andrieux, the older brother she didn’t get nearly enough time with. She still remembers playing with him in the gardens of their update New York vacation home fondly. The day he died, and they broke the news to her, broke her. She still sees him in everything, the patter of rain on the windowpane, the moment the lights turn off in the movie theatre, the laughter hanging in the air. If she could give anything to talk to someone who was gone one last time, she wouldn’t pick Julia, but Julien.

Logan Elswood: [TW: COCAINE ADDICTION (and visual descriptions of it)] The person Ches has saved in her phone as dad, and honestly at this point, he might as well be her father. After her father shut down following their mother’s death, he was the one who stepped up to the plate,  started skipping school left and right before he completely dropped out the minute he turned 16 to raise the Elswood children. Sure, he had some outside help from time to time, like their grandparents doing there best to step in all the way from France and Ches trying as hard as she could to fill her mother’s shoes despite the fact that she was only eight and should have never had that responsibility on her shoulders. Logan is the person she calls up the second she needs advice, or she just wants a shoulder to cry on for a bit. And she misses him dearly, to the point if she ever vanishes one day suddenly, it would be smart to assume she just hopped a plane to go back home and see her brothers. But he’s also one of the people who concerns her the most in the world. There was no hiding the white powder clinging to his nose, the constant nose bleeds, the way his hands would shake, growing up. And while he’s gone through rehab programs, and he swears left and right he’s clean now, and has been for years, Ches isn’t there, and she’s scared shitless that she won’t notice the signs this time if he relapses.

Jamie Elswood: [TW: CHEATING] To say Ches and Jamie have a complex relationship would be the understatement of the century.  Jamie is an asshole, point blank, and while Jamie is actively trying to repair their relationship, Ches has absolutely no interest in it. How can she forgive her older brother for sleeping with someone she loved, her boyfriend, a person she had been considering marrying someday? She’ll give Jamie credit that he’s smart, after all, he did get into Yale law school and he’s been excelling at it, but that’s the nicest thing she has to say about him.

Cade Carroll: [TW: HEROIN ADDICTION] If there is just one lyric that sums up the dynamic between Ches and Cade, at least according to him, it’d be “I'm just the one that keeps you up at night, you love the most.” Ches always thought that “I'm not givin' up, givin' up, no, not yet; even when I'm down on my last breath, even when they say there's nothin' left” is more of the perfect summary for them though. At first, they weren’t exactly fond of one another - Ches could tell he’d destroy anyone if it meant ensuring his own success from the moment they met, and Cade dismissed her as yet another spoiled rich girl like the ones he attended primary school with. But they had one goal in common, to break up their parents, and in the process they realized the other party had way more redeeming qualities than they initially thought. At this point, Cade is Ches’s brother through and through, and she’d do anything for him and at this point she knows that she’s honestly the only person Cade wouldn’t destroy if she got in his way. She’s the one he calls at his lowest, when he needs a friend, when he has good news or bad news, and Ches is the one who will hop on a plane to pick up his pieces every time he goes through rehab again. Every single time he falls off, she’s right behind him trying to get him right back on the wagon, and despite the fact it’s become apparent pretty much everyone else in their life has given up on him because he doesn’t want to get better, Ches refuses to give up on him. She’ll be there, picking up his pieces when he falls, despite the fact it destroys her every time she has to see him in that state, because she loves him. And isn’t that what family is supposed to do?

Emmett Elswood: [TW: ALCOHOLISM, MENTAL HEALTH, SUCIDIAL THOUGHTS (it’s very subtle but I’d rather over tag)] If there is anyone in the world that Ches thinks actually gets her at her core, despite all the walls and facades she puts up, it’s Emmett. If there’s an easy way to describe them, it’s two sides of the same coin. It’s rare to see one without the other, and he followed her to Holy Cross - admittedly with a vacation home, rather than moving, but he visits often enough it might as well count.  Even from a young age, before Ches started noticing the other Elswood children also had mental health issues from their traumas, Emmett was a kindred spirit. The bursts of rage that didn’t make sense in hindsight, the inability to sleep, those dark, pressing thoughts that scared both of them to the point it eventually lead desperate efforts to silence the whispers in their heads.  The two have supported one another through every single up and down, to the point where it was debate whether or not Ches would be in his wedding party or his wife’s Camellia’s when the two got married last year. Ches doesn’t know what she’d do without him, and she’s pretty sure Emmett will never let her find out. (These two also have bonded over being the two children Edward cut off now but... I don’t want to get too into that here considering the tws it involves, and the fact I don’t think it’ll come up in character anytime soon.)

Jonah Elswood: Ches’s twin brother, and honestly the calmest person she knows. Unless there is a dog in the room, then he’s the most excitable man in the history of the universe. They were a lot closer when they younger, which isn’t to say that they aren’t close. But with him at Julliard, and her in Holy Cross, they really don’t get to see one another very often. He may be the only person Ches knows with a scrapbook of all the dogs he’s pet that the owners said he could take a pic of them, but she wouldn’t want another twin brother. He truly is the Thing One to her Thing Two, the first person she shares a new music piece with, and the person that no matter how long they’re apart or no matter how busy they get, she knows that no matter what, they will just fall right back where they’d left it.

Flynn Carroll: Honestly, Ches doesn’t have too much to say about Flynn other than the fact she loves him and she doesn’t talk to him very often. He’s back in London with his father now that he’s old enough to make his own choices, attending university and pursuing a professional gaming career while refusing all of Ches’s offers to come guest star on one of her livestreams as a small career booster. Not that she blames him, of course, so she tries to be a supportive older sister from afar - letting him do his own thing as she cheers him on.

Eiffel “Effie” Elswood: [TW: EATING DISORDERS, BRIEF SELF-HARM MENTION] If you asked Ches what her greatest accomplishment is, she'd likely cite her sisters. Effie, in particular, is a source of pride for her, and while Ches would never dream of picking a favorite, there is no denying the fact that Ches and Effie are extremely close. To the point that Ches calls the girl on zoom literally every day to talk to her and ask her all about how Switzerland is and how her senior year is going. It doesn’t matter the time, or what Ches is doing, she will answer her phone if Effie calls. Church service be damned. Effie’s probably the smartest person she knows, overall one of the best people she knows, and she’s pretty sure that Princeton would be willing to agree with her on that considering the girl got into their neuroscience program for next fall. That doesn’t say Efife doesn’t alarm Ches though, even in another country now Ches is extremely aware of the girl’s eating disorder and self-destuctive tendencies. And while she supports Effie in every single way she can, even paying for the girl’s therapy out of her Youtube ad revenue, she wishes the girl was closer so she could keep an eye on her.

Eloise “Ella” Elswood: Ches adores Ella, truly. There's a reason she makes sure she calls her youngest sister before bed, every single night, regardless of what she has to drop in order to do so - and she has without fail from the second boarding schools and distance became a factor in thier lives. But out of the two girls, the sister that makes her question her parenting skills the most is the youngest Elswood child. Sure, Ella isn't a bad child - not by a long shot, but she's seemed to pick up on Ches's impulsive streak and nothing terrifies her more in the universe than the girl falling into any of the trouble she fell into. Every time she does something reckless like walk back to campus alone at night is nearly enough to cause Ches's heart to stop beating in her chest for a few moments before the lectures start. Dramatics aside, however, despite the near daily terror Ella puts into Ches - she wouldn't trade her baby sister for the world. And every time Ella and Effie call her mom when they ask her for advice, well, she can’t imagine a day that will stop tugging on her heartstrings or stop turning her into a puddle.

(I really could get so in depth about all of these kids and their interpersonal relationships and everything but... considering this was me actually trying to keep it short.. if you ever want any additional info on the Elswoods as a whole feel free to dm me but the tl;dr is pretty much “the siblings are very close knit at this point (altho Jamie bashes heads with one or two of them), but they’re scattered all over because of college + boarding schools so Ches stays in touch with them over facetime and stuff at this point.”)

[sneunsol]

here we are! hi hi i’m heli ( s/h, 21+ ) & i’ll be writing jang eunsol, squash extraordinaire & the most ungraceful loser ever. she might introduce herself as olivia, liv, livie, lia, literally anything but her actual name, but it’s more likely everyone & their mothers will know her as eunsol, the poor girl who ran overseas because of one bad acne breakout, or so they say. anyway, she’s back & insanely hot, so everything’s gonna go smoothly now... right?

( stats / bio / plots )  as usual, under the cut is a tldr about her & some potential connections based on it! if you wanna plot, tap the heart & i’ll be in ur ims ♥

tldr!

designated outcast when she was younger, one particularly cruel prank cracked her worldview in half. her parents coddled her & decided to move overseas when she was 13/14, and she’s only just returned to korea after receiving yong’s invitation. she’s been back for about a couple months!

she reinvented herself overseas with the power of money & self-hatred. kicked everyone else off the social hierarchy & turned herself into the imitation queen bee she’s always wanted to be

for the sake of plotting she’s come back to korea sporadically & travelled around as well for family / business occasions!

the jangs aren’t really known for anything, not particularly great at any one industry. they’re sort of the weasleys of high society, but the rich just get richer & they’ve never suffered from their mediocrity financially, though there definitely are whispers & taunts floating around the social circles

currently a professional but not particularly good squash player. parents bought her the position on the team & she’s more popular for her pretty face & flirtatious antics off the court than any of her plays, which she’s perfectly fine with

deals with her anger & envy issues by fucking up her squash racket and/or other people’s lives, hurray!

feminism that never went past the eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man phase. which is to say she’s got a lot of shallow female friendships where she picks her friends apart to make sure she’s better than them in her head

also has a bad case of if someone else has it, i want it. she has & will steal your shit, sleep with your beau, outbid you on the things you wanted just because she can. only wants things that other people have / want, gets satisfaction from ‘winning’ over them

she’s the mean, cruel voice in your head turned up to eleven. directed at you, herself, your mum, her mum, and everyone in between

not to overuse pop culture references, but eunsol’s basically a heather duke who thinks she’s veronica sawyer! also inspired by ruby matthews ( sex ed ), rosalyn rosenfield ( american hustle ) and catherine ( the great )

why was she invited by yong? who knows, and who cares! she’s more interested in the people she can fuck over & the need to prove she’s better than her childhood nightmares. cheers!

possible connections!

the person who played that prank on her when she was younger

childhood popular kids she wanted to be like / with

i haven’t decided where exactly she moved to, so there’s space for connection(s) with other muses who’ve lived overseas!

( tw: cheating ) someone whose relationship got ruined by her, because she always wants someone else’s toys. could be an ex who got cheated on or she was a third party? up for plotting!

a lot of her friendships are bought/circumstantial, so someone like that?

or someone who was there while she was a sad, lame kid, who has or hasn’t stuck around, up to you!

better / more in depth plots can be found under my plots page rip thank you if you read all this rambling ♥

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Crisis Averted

Summary: Shit hits the fan after Dean finds out that Reader and Sam have slept together. Crisis is averted once Reader has a chat with Dean about it.

TW/CW: Platonic!Reader x Sam & Dean Winchester. References to Sam and Reader sleeping together.

Requested?: Yes! A lovely Anon said, “Hi! Idk if you’re doing requests BUTTT if you are, I was wondering if you could do like a platonic one where you and the boys hunt together and have become like family but dean finds out through the Supernatural books/the internet or whatever that you and Sam hooked up the very first night you guys met.”

Word Count: 1,468

A/N: So I have a lot of Anons that request and I was just thinking maybe I should give you all a cool special name or something (any other followers could also be called by said name if that’s a thing that you all would like). Why was the first thing to pop into my head Tonics??? Like then we’d be Gin and Tonics.... Idk thoughts? As for this imagine, I kind of feel like it’s a little off for some reason but I hope you all enjoy the reader anyway. Love to all!

Your POV     I sleepily shuffle to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of coffee. I take a sip before yawning and stretching on my way to join the boys. I plop down into one of the chairs at the table and drop my head onto its surface as Sam chuckles, “Wow, I think that’s a record, 2pm is the earliest I’ve ever seen you get up the morning after returning from a hunt.”  

    I look up to glare at him as Dean grumbles something under his breath but all I caught from it was, “You would know.” Shrugging, I pull one of the various lore books spread across the tablet closer to me and open it up. We’re currently working on tracking down a demon who Crowley wants dead. The damn thing is literally off the radar so were looking for a new way of tracking it. Why the boys decided to do this for Crowley, I don’t know but it’s time consuming nonetheless. If it weren’t for the three of us being on the brink of insanity from being cooped up in the bunker we wouldn’t have gone on the aforementioned hunt. I flip through a few pages of the old, musty book before sighing, “I need food before I can try to focus on any of this.”

    ���There’s not much left in the fridge,” Sam responds.

    I weigh the options for a moment before deciding, “I’m gonna run to the store and pick up food on the way back. Text me want you want, will you?” Sam nods but Dean doesn’t bother acknowledging anything as I get up and head to my room to change out of my pajamas. I have tendency to wander around the bunker in my pajamas if I know we shouldn’t be going anywhere that day. Sometimes it’s a bad idea though because it leads me to curling up in an armchair and falling asleep when I should be studying lore. Once I’ve thrown on the usual unofficial hunters' uniform i.e. a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a flannel, a leather jacket, and some boots, I head to back through the bunker and to the garage. Knowing it’s not advisable to get groceries while riding my motorcycle, I opt to take my 1967 Camaro instead.

    Climbing into my car, I immediately grab a Metallica CD and pop it in before cranking the car. I notice that my gas gauge is rather low and make a mental note to stop for gas while I’m out as well. It feels nice to be back in my own Baby after riding with Sam and Dean for so long on cases. I got this car when I was sixteen and it has been a great companion ever since. If it weren’t for this car, I probably wouldn’t have met Sam and Dean. It caught their attention outside Harvelle’s and we’ve been best friends ever since. Those boys have become the only family that I have left. I pull up to the gas station and get out to fill her up, of course being met with the usual stares of awe at my car. I ignore them and go about my business before getting back in to head for the store.

    Before I leave, I pat the dash lovingly and check my phone to realize that I haven’t gotten a text from the boys yet. I tap on Sam’s contact and then wait as it rings. He answers rather promptly and sounds rather annoyed, “Hey, sorry I got side tracked. I’ll send you the list in a minute.” In the background I hear a door slam before Sam yells, “Fine, be that way but at least text (Y/n) your order.”

    “Is everything alright?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows.

    On the other end of the line, Sam sighs, “He found out about our thing and now he’s being pissy.”

    I look over my shoulder at the backseat, I had kind of forgotten about that as we agreed to never talk about it, “I’ll talk to him when I get back.”

    “Good luck,” Sam responds, “I’ll see you when you get here. Be safe.”

    “Will do,” I reply before hanging up. I put the car in drive and head for the grocery store hearing a couple of dings from my phone as I do. Once I pull into a parking spot at the store, I check my phone to find two messages, the one from Sam reads:

         Thanks for going to the store and everything. I don’t know where you’re going for food but I just want some salad stuff from the store if you could. Thanks again.

    Dean’s is a little stiffer:

          burger and fries

    Oh yeah, he’s definitely upset. I begin to wonder how he even found out as I get out my car and head into the store. I gather up some pretty basic items and even grab a few steaks as they’re on sale. I manage to fill the shopping cart with groceries by the time I decide I should head for the checkout line. A short while later, I am loading groceries into my car before returning the cart to a rack and then heading towards home. I make sure to stop by Dean’s favorite burger joint in town and pick up food for me and him on the way.

    When I pull into the garage, Sam is waiting to help unload groceries but Dean is nowhere in sight. Together, we silently make several trips to carry the groceries to the kitchen and then put everything away as well. Once we’ve finished, Sam sets to work making himself a salad so I grab mine and Dean’s food and head towards his room. I knock softly on the door, “I have your food. You and I need to talk.”

    I hear some shuffling before Dean opens the door, “Damn right we do.” I offer his bag of food to him and he snatches it before making his way over to sit on the bed. I join him and let it stay quiet for a few moments as we both pull our food out of our bags and begin eating.

    After a few bites of my burger, I speak up, “So, how did you find out?”

    “Fucking Becky of all people, (Y/n). My brother and best friend banged the first night they met but no they didn’t fess up. I found out through Becky and some freaking creepy ass books,” he answers.

    “Well, that explains why she’s never liked me. I’m guessing she let it slip the other day?” I muse.

    “Yeah, she referred to you as the ‘reason Sam won’t ever like me’,” he mumbles through a bite of burger.

    “That’s definitely not what’s keeping him from finding an interest in her. Especially considering it was a one-time thing that we agreed to never talk about.”

    “You guys could’ve at least told me,” he grumbles.

    “You’re telling me that you would’ve been cool if Sam and I were just like, ‘Oh hey Dean, we just banged in the back of (Y/n)’s car,’?” He’s doesn’t answer and instead seems to be rather fascinated by his fries. I sigh, “I suppose that’s what it is though. You’re hurt that we would keep something from you. Look Dean, I’m sorry that we didn’t tell you. It’s just not exactly something that can come up in casual conversation.”

    Dean takes a deep breath, “I forgive you. I would very much be okay with continuing the ‘don’t ever mention it again,’ tactic. Definitely not an image I need in my head.”

    I shake my head and laugh, “So why exactly did you blow up on Sam about it?”

    “Because when I confronted him about him hiding something from me, he lied to me about it and said he wasn’t hiding anything. You admitted to it,” he answers.

    I nod, “Gotcha. In that case,” I get up and make my way over to the door to yell, “Sammy, get your ass in here!”

    I return to the bed to gather my food and trash and when Sam arrives in the doorway, I point at Dean, “Make up. I’ll be in my room when you two are on good terms with each other again. We can have a movie night or something.” With this, I leave them both avoiding eye contact with each other and make my way to my bedroom. It takes a while but finally, Sam and Dean appear at my open door with popcorn and a movie. I pat the bed on either side of me and they join me after putting the movie in. Things feel like they’re back to normal as we laugh our asses off at our favorite movie and stuff popcorn in our faces.

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━━━━━━  𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘… 💋 〈  Below the cut is an intro for Michelle Chae of Chroma // Please 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 to plot, and thanks for reading !!  〉

𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋-𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

Hi again, friends !! This is Boone ( 19+ / MDT / HE & HIM ) and you may recognize me as the typist behind Vive’s maknae, Yoo Rioh. I’ve decided to bring in another muse! Like Rioh, Michelle’s just starting out in her career and I can’t wait to see her grow. ♡ To find out more, please read onwards !! I can’t wait until she gets to meet all of your muses !! Oh, here are a few trigger warnings to look out for if you continue to read: mentions of drug addiction and parental abandonment; mentions of slut-shaming and misogyny.

𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘.

MICHELLE RORIN CHAE,  b. 19990620

BORN & RAISED IN VALLEY GLEN, CA

FORMER COMPETITIVE FIGURE SKATER

BC ENT / CHROMA & CHROMA EMBER

SUB VOCALIST, SUB RAPPER, VISUAL

𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔.

RESEMBLES KIM MINJEONG ( WINTER ) OF ÆSPA

SHE STANDS AT A MODERATE 163 CM ( 5 FT, 3 IN )

CISGENDER FEMALE, USES SHE / HER PRONOUNS

GEMINI CANCER CUSP, YEAR OF EARTH RABBIT

HETEROFLEXIBLE, KINSEY SCALE #2, CURIOUS

𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖊.

TRAJECTORY /  Michelle was born in Valley Glen, CA to David and Heesun Chae—the owners of a struggling restaurant in their neck of the woods. As a kid, she trained to become a figure skater, but when her father bailed on her and her mother because of a drug addiction, she couldn’t afford the expenses for coaching, etc. so she retired from it for now.  /  Instead of being able to truly enjoy her youth, she had to pick-up after school jobs in order to help her mom with bills, and for awhile, her only source of comfort was spent with guys that showed her affection. Her relationships with boys grossly gave her the title of a “whore” to her peers, so she sadly didn’t have many friends to lean on in high school.  /  Originally traveled to Korea to earn a nursing degree from SNU, but got scouted by BCE on her first day—prompting her to drop out of school to focus primarily on training. This enraged her mother as the plan was for her to become a nurse so they no longer had to worry about money.  /  After only a few months of training, she’s selected to debut as a member of Chroma. OTHER FACTS /  Not mentioned in her biography is the fact that she grew up in a fairly religious family. Mom and dad were raised Christian, so they raised their daughter the same. She was never into church, though. She always felt as though she was being judged harshly by the others in attendance. Hell, she even thought that of her mother quite often. Her style was never as pristine as her mom would’ve liked and no one understood her interests in the occult, in anime, in video games, and so forth. By the time she was eighteen, she stopped showing up to service altogether—which her mom didn’t like, but respected nevertheless.  /  She still likes to skate in her spare time... but she doesn’t really have any nowadays. You’d think that she’d be in the dance line due to her past in performance, but since she stopped skating, she’s lost a lot of her flexibility and power. She hopes to improve though!  /  She’s never had many close female friends, so she looks forward to hopefully bonding with her members as they grow closer. This is something she wants to change about herself a lot. INSPIRATION /  For Michelle, I pulled a lot of inspiration from a few different characters from television series, mainly Cassie Howard from Euphoria; Manuella “Manny” Santos from Degrassi: The Next Generation; Tessa Campanelli from Degrassi JH / High; and Britney Orton from We Are Who We Are, among others!

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞.

01.  On the surface, Michelle’s reasonably pleasant to be around. She has a deep interest in people, especially those she’s close to, so if you’re a friend of her’s, she genuinely wants to know all about you and deeply cares about how you’re feeling / doing. Some might perceive this high level of intrigue as romantic, and she’s... not ever really going to confirm or deny those types of feelings. She’s a huuuge believer in love and doesn’t want to end up like her parents, but also has no idea what she’s doing when it comes down to it. She didn’t have the best example to look up to, so you know. 02.  Michelle’s really talkative, and she’s witty, and she knows how to charm the pants off of most people, and while that’s loud and present in her character, she also has many faults. For one, her emotions are really strong and her mood is easily affected by others and events that occur in day-to-day life, so she has a tendency of being moody. That, and she also isn’t the best “rule follower” either. Does she care that there’s a dating ban in place for she and Chroma? Absolutely not. Did she experiment with drugs and alcohol in high school when they were forbidden to her? Yes. She’s not the best at making decisions, but she believes that taking risks shape better people... even if that belief’s a little skewed. 03.  Some people say that she might be a little too “sweet” for her own good sometimes and she’s prone to getting her heart stomped on, but she’s not all that innocent. While she’s a huge believer in love, she’s not exactly good at it. She enters in and out of relationships all the time, and she loves the honeymoon phase, but whenever it starts to get too “real,” she gets nervous and bails. Abandonment issues FTW? A very strong possibility. 04.  She’s also empathic to a fault on occasion. It’s easy for her to pick up on the emotions of others and it’s hard for her not to carry them on her shoulders. She’s had a difficult time learning that boundary for herself, and well, at this point, she doesn’t even realize that it’s a thing. Mother taught her how to be kind and nurturing towards loved ones, but she can take it to a degree that isn’t healthy for anyone—especially if love / romance is involved. 05.  Her chattiness can sometimes land her in trouble, but that’s because she has a hard time filtering what she says. Her mind runs a mile a minute and her speaking patterns are similar, so sadly, she can’t control what comes out of her mouth sometimes... pray for her.

𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉-𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘.

01.  If I were to make any sort of “claim” on what I imagine her voice sounding like, it’d be a lot like J from STAYC, maybe with a little mix of fromis_9′s Seoyeon. There’s a delicate husk there, and it’s a little lower than the others, but it’s extremely recognizable and unique. That is her biggest asset as a singer and rapper. She’s not had enough time to truly make drastic improvements to either skill given her short stint as a trainee, but she’s working really hard to get better and doesn’t want to be seen as just a pretty face forever. 02.  Dance-wise, she’s actually pretty strong—just nowhere near as trained as Chroma’s dance line. Due to her extensive background in figure skating ( and a little bit of ballet ), she’s got a really natural gracefulness to all of her moves; a fluidity that allows for strong body rolls, etc. Additionally, she focuses on clarity and sharpness, angles, as that’s what she’s most familiar with. Michelle also has great control of her hip-area and often adds variations to moves using her hips. If I were to select a reference, I’d say Oh My Girl’s Arin and TWICE’s Mina. Some of her faults are that her movements are often too light and soft, so whenever power is needed, she lacks strength there. She also has a tendency of making choreography look a little “sensual” without necessarily intending to. 03.  Loooves when people call her Mish or Chelle/Shell. Honestly, she adores nicknames—both giving and receiving them. She’s also a heavy user of pet names in conversation, but tries her best to stop if people are uncomfortable with it. 04.  Michelle’s typically not afraid of making her affections known, even early on. She’s the type that’ll definitely hit on you if she thinks you’re handsome / attractive, and goes with the flow if the person responds positively. If she gets really cozy with you, she can come off as clingy in the beginning, but that typically subsides with time. That’s applicable to both her friendships and her romantic relationships. 05.  Her public image is similar to that of Alice in Wonderland and Snow White—beauties with fair skin and wide eyes; imaginative and curious; trapped in purity and sweetness; soft, feminine, and delicate—but with a slight “edge” because of her rapping and quick wit. It’s hard for her to keep up with it all the time—especially when she’s a bit different personally—and she’s barely starting in her career. She hopes it evolves over time. 06.  She’s decided to go by her Korean name as an idol because it made the most sense, to be honest. Though, a few other stage names tossed around were: Chelle, Wooah, Hayan, Rozy, and Baekseol. In the end, she’s happy she’s just Rorin or Michelle to everyone.

𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙-𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘.

This section will be updated when her plots page is complete. Please look forward to it !! I’m getting it done as fast as I can. In the meantime, I’m happy to brainstorm and look over your muses’ plots pages too !! ♡

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hi lovelies! i saw in an earlier ask you mentioned that fairies could be super... super old... so i was just wondering whats the oldest a muse's parents could be? also could male-presenting muses also live that long or is that only limited to female-presenting muses who passed their mythix stage? sorry for the super long ask </3

hey anon, no apologies needed! we are really glad you picked that up ♡ this answer is really long, so i’ll place it under the cut!

in that previous ask ( i’ll link it here ), i mentioned that fairies have a life expectancy of ~150 years, with fairies past mythix being able to live up to ~250 years! the key word here is really ‘past mythix’, as although our roleplay has implemented a definite cap on your fairy’s progression, this cap doesn’t actually exist. our rigid level progression was only ever implemented to avoid any instances of overpowered muses. therefore, female-presenting fairies who advance past mythix can potentially live up to ~250 years, though mythix in general still live for approximately ~150 years.

this is a really subtle point, but in the academy page, you’ll notice that sma’s fallen founders have personalised titles compared to their predecessors, PARK JIWON and SEO YERIM, who are only ever referred to as mythix. in the world, these personalised titles are only ever given as an acknowledgement to female-presenting fairies who have advanced past mythix. that said, the ability to advance past mythix is an extremely difficult achievement that most fairies will simply not be able to attain in their lifetime. this goes back to the each fairy’s natural inclination to their element, wherein some fairies are intrinsically more at one with their element than others. of course, all your muses are naturally more inclined to their elements than the average, hence being admitted as students of the academy, but the level we’re referring to here is leaps and bounds away from the average!

that said, the only female-presenting fairies who are documented to have advanced past mythix are MARUHAN, SEO MIDEUM, and PARK DAHIM. in short, in accordance with the lore, it is not possible for your muse’s parents to live up to ~250 years. female-presenting fairies with lofty dreams and a fairly big ego can make it their life’s goal to achieve this, but it is not a common feat that many can accomplish.

to answer your second question, male-presenting fairies will only ever have a life expectancy of ~150 years. this goes back to the extended longevity being interwoven with a fairy’s natural inclination with their element. as male-presenting muses are unable to wield their element, naturally, their inclination to their element is much weaker than any female-presenting muse.

i am so sorry for the really long answer, but i hope this was helpful! please let us know if you have anymore questions or would like to explore the points i’ve brought up further! ♡