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Clayton Birch Alfalfa ‘Clay’ Humble *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Pending)

Partner(s): None Parents: Marigold Blossom Humble & Flax Summers Kids: None Siblings: None Age: 17 (2022) Birthday: 7th of November Height: 171cm (5.6ft) Body type: Skinny. Eye color: Pale green. About: Mellow, Neutral, Noncompetitive, Questioning, Adaptable, Cheerful, Unfocused, Friendly, Considerate, Helpful, Inoffensive, Curious, Lovable, Patient, Confident, Observant and Playful. ~ Is very chill, down to earth and easy to be around. ~ Stoned as fuck. ~ Sexuality: *Shrug* ~ Hippie parents for the win! ~ Very close to them. ~ Calls everyone bro or dude. ~ Never remembers names. ~ Vegetarian, but cheats here and there. ~ Smells like: Weed and Patchouli. ~ Farts a lot. ~ Drives an old rusty bike he often crashes cause he‘s too high to pay full attention to where he drives. ~ Distracted easily. ~ Naps a lot. ~ No one calls him by his full name. ~ Had two twin sisters, but they died when they were only a year old. ~ Calla Flora and Chamomile Aurora ~ He was only 7 back then, so he doesn’t remember them too well. ~ Often stumbles over his words. ~ Awkward, but doesn’t notice it himself. ~ Septum piercing. ~ Always braids his front hair in two thin braids. ~ Plays with them when he’s bored. ~ Quirky. ~ Has chickens. ~ Can’t swim. ~ Dislikes direct sunlight cause he burns easily. ~ Good kisser. ~ Always looks and talks like he‘s about to fall asleep. ~ Nothing much bothers him, he‘s simply too high to care. ~ Lives with his parents. ~ Can’t whistle. ~ Eats M&M’s with a spoon. ~ Loves: Weed, salmon, peanut butter cookies, watermelon, M&M’s, eggs, bacon, poppy seeds, sunflower seeds, light rain, ponds and lakes, fishing, climbing trees, donkeys, poop emoji, pandas, kale, cabbage, radish, horse radish, turmeric, curry, garlic, onion, tomatoes, cucumber, rye bread, blueberries, skinny dipping in a back yard wooden tub at his parents place, Trout, honey, sesame seeds, peanut buttercups, cereal, chillin, feet rubs, gummy bears, Jay & Silent Bob, almond milk, soy milk, walnuts, having the munchies and grilled veggies. ~ His style is: Looks like he just arrived at Woodstock. ~ Just wants to chill.  

Clay’s tag Clay’s house/home Clay’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe him: Afroman - Because I Got High Personal Playlist: 1. Wiz Khalifa - High Today feat. Logic 2. Snoop Dogg - Stoners Anthem 3. Cypress Hill - Hits from the Bong 4. Manu Chao - Me Gustas Tu 5. Bob Marley - Stir it up 6. Kid Cudi - Marijuana 7. Machine Gun Kelly - Mind of a Stoner ft. Wiz Khalifa 8. Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg - Still D.R.E. 9. Will Smith - Gettin' Jiggy Wit It 10. D12 - My Band ft. Cameo

[mudhornchronicles]

dreamboat | greaser!frankie | part four

pairing: frankie morales x reader; greaser!frankie x reader

warning: cursing, talking down, and feels

a/n: listen… I know the song mentioned in this part was released before their time and I’ve tried my hardest to stay within this timeline but it just went so well. sue me. also... do ya’ll like the moodboard i did? c:

part one | part two | part three | part four

masterlist

No matter what you were doing, homework or chores, your mind is always drifting off to Frankie. 

and so did Frankie’s.

The urge to talk to him became stronger every time you saw him in class because you truly enjoyed his company. You liked him because he never tried to be someone he was not - he was true to himself.

You were enamored by the way he spoke so passionately about his mother and his favorite pastimes. You felt a ripple of joy when you had seen his eyes light up when you complimented his father’s car. You also caught yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at the sight of his cheeks reddening at your comment about his “cute dimple.” 

You may have not known Frankie for long, but from the time you’ve spent with him, the more at ease you felt. 

Frankie didn’t miss the quick glances you shot his way, but he also knew you didn’t miss the way he paid more attention to the way you adjusted your pencil when you tried to understand the day’s lesson than to the lesson itself. 

Frankie took a mental note at the fact that you took great pride with your hair. Even though there were endless ways of styling your hair, Frankie’s favorite was your go to up-do with a ribbon that always matched your skirt. It was simple, yet so elegant at the same time. 

You packed your grey spiral notebook and #2 pencils in your school bag and settled the leather strap on your right shoulder. Your class let out early, which you were thankful for. You were tired from running to your first period after missing the bus and having to catch a ride with Max - making him late in the process. You walk into the hallway, ready to take the stairs for your math class when you hear a throat clear behind you. You assumed it wasn’t for you and as you placed a hand on the handrail, you hear Frankie speak your name.

You look back and flash him a tired smile. “Good morning, Francisco.” You check the giant black and white clock and cough up a chuckle. “Actually, good afternoon.”

Frankie looks around to see students’ eyes widen when they hear you call him Francisco. Shit, Frankie thinks. 

“C’mon baby.” Frankie silently chastises himself. “Don’t be runnin’ that pretty little mouth with my government name ‘round here.”

You stood dumbfounded. “Excuse me?” 

Frankie leans back on the cement wall and chuckles. “Y’heard me… Listen sweetheart. I-” He abruptly stops and glares at the gawking students. Freshman, he thinks.

“Was I talkin’ to you? Get the fuck outta here before I give ya a reason to stare.” and with that they scram. You frown and scoff.

“Goodbye, Frankie.”

“No.” He gently grabs your arm and turns you back to him. “Can we please talk? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”

“Frankie let go of me.” You tug on your arm, trying to set it free from is grasp. “I’ll be late for math class.”

Frankie lets out a laugh, the laugh you liked hearing. “It’s a short day,” he says. “School’s out for the day.”

“Is today Wednesday?” you question.

Frankie nods and smiles, revealing his perfect dimple. “You got a ride home? Lorenzano told me you got him detention.”

Your mouth drops. “He got detention? Oh no! That was not my intention at all! I was let off easy.” You shake your head in disbelief. “If he’s in there I should be too. Excuse me, Frankie.”

Frankie throws his head back in laughter and holds you in place. “I’m kiddin’, doll. I just saw ‘em leave with Goldilocks.”

“Goldilocks?”

“Michael, sweetheart. I gotta teach ya these names. He was your ride, wasnt he? How ‘bout I take ya home?”

You rub the back of your neck and shake your head slowly. “That won’t be the best idea, Frankie.”

“‘Cause of ya folks?” You nod and decide your shoes are much more interesting to look at than the brown swirls of chocolate that rest in his eyes.

“What do they say ‘bout me?” You look back up and your eyes shift to a doe-like look.

“C’mon dolly. Just tell me.”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other as you bite your lip, trying to find the words to say. “They said you aren’t what I need to be seen with. That your only goal in life is to ruin what they worked so hard to have. My mother said you were only going to use me for the opportunities I earn and use them for yourself and that I should just forget you.” You let out a deep sigh and look into his eyes.

You see his jaw shift side to side and take in a deep breath. He looks at you and says, “and do you believe them?”

“No. Not one bit.”

Frankie takes one of your hands into his and smiles. “Good. I won’t make you any more late to the bus than I already have.” Frankie gestures to the hallway that stretches down and meets the entrance of the building. 

“But I do have a question for you.” You nod, motioning for him to continue. “You wanna go on a ride with me?

“I thought you hid your car?”

“I never said anything about my car. How ‘bout it, dolly? Let me take you on a joy ride.”

You hesitate and Frankie notices this. “Do you trust me?”

He continues to play with your fingers and you give his hand a small squeeze.

“I do.” you smile. “Pick me up at the same spot as the last time, okay?”

———

You can’t help but feel worried, yet excited all at the same time. When you heard the roar of Frankie’s motorcycle, a smirk crept up and planted itself at your lips. You turned and saw Frankie ride up and park right next to you, kicking the stand and stabilizing the bike before walking over to you.

“So this is what you meant by a ride, huh?” Frankie smiled proudly and nodded. “Yep. This here is Delta. Finally finished her a couple months back. Whatd’ya think? Ain’t she a beaut?”

You walked around the bike, analyzing it and committing her details to memory. “She’s a Harley FL? She looks like a ‘41 or ‘42.”

Frankie looks back at you with an amused look. “You know bikes?”

You smiled and nodded. “My uncle owns a shop upstate.” You comment. “His prized possession is a 1935 Vincent Comet. He’s very proud of it. It doesn’t move, but it looks nice.” You joke. 

“I think I just fell in love with you, doll. You can’t just whip this on me so suddenly.” You laugh with him and smile to yourself.

I think I just fell in love with you, doll. 

“Before we go, I need you to wear this.” He says handing you a silver and red helmet. You frown and pat the crown of your head. “But it’ll frizz and flatten my hair”

He pulls a white bandana from the inside of the helmet and hands it to you. “It won’t, trust me. My mom wears this all the time and her hair is still higher than the empire state.”

“I do trust you, Frankie.” You chuckle. You bring his hands, bandana in between, and motion for him to tie it for you. This brings him close. His face is close to yours - his lips closer than ever. 

He ties it in place and cups your cheek. Your eyes are glued on each other and that feeling of being content flows back into your system. He clears his throat and hands you the helmet, unbuckling it before you take it into your hands.

He helps you onto the back of the bike and before he can get on, you spot his school bag tied to the side of the bike. “What’s with the bag?”

“It has something for us. Don’t worry, doll. You’ll see soon.”

———

Who knew this place had such a view. Frankie drove up through windy roads, the elevation making your ears pop, but the result was breathtaking. He pulled up to a flat section of the mountain, nearly at the top, and you could see the navy image of the mountain range serving as the background of the miniscule outline of the town.

Frankie helps you off the bike, placing a helmet on each of the handles. He unties his bag for the bike, grabbing your hand and leading you towards a grassy area. He opens his bag revealing a squared white tablecloth, snapping it and placing it on the ground. He helps you onto the fabric and allows you to get settled before he sits and re-opens his bag. He snaps his bag shut and looks at you. He calls your name, and you give him your full attention, which he has had from the beginning.

“Would you like to have a picnic with me?” he shyly says. Your cheeks burn at the sight of his timidity. “I would love to, Frankie.”

From his bag, he pulls two glass soda pop bottles nestled in paper napkins, two wrapped sandwiches, candy bars, and a bag of potato chips. He sets your share of the foods in front of you and sets the candy choices in front of both of you.

“I didn’t know what candy your favorite was, or if you even eat candy, but I brought us some options.” He proudly says. In front of you were a plethora of candy: snickers, gummi bears, kit-kats, m&ms, junior mints, and tootsie pops. You grabbed your favorite and thanked him.

You weren’t used to be treated with the amount of kindness as Frankie was giving you. You had been courted before, but they all believed that gifts were the way to your heart, but, you just wanted a good conversation.

“Frankie, can I ask you a question?”

“You can ask me anything you want, doll.”

“Why are you so set on being around me?”

Frankie shrugs, opening his sandwich. “You’re a cool chick.”

You nod in agreement and giggle. “Alright… You’re a cool cat too Frankie… well when you’re not getting arrested.”

Frankie playfully rolls his eyes and lets out a loud groan. “That was one time.”

You give him a nudge and when you are certain he’s looking; you start to mock him.

“Please Mr. Jailer…. Won't you let my man go free…”

Frankie lets out a hearty laugh. “That’s unfair!”

“Please Mr. Jailer,” you continue. “Won't you let my man go free.” You both cackle and howl until you’re out of breath.

“C’mon! How ‘bout ya give my criminal record a break and eat your sandwich!”

You looked at the plastic wrapped sandwich and grinned. “Did you make these yourself?” He nods with a mouthful of food and hums uh huh. You enthusiastically unwrap the sandwich and take a big bite. You let out a moan in delight as the flavor of seasonings attack your tastebuds. It’s not too spicy, but it’s also not bland – making it one of the best sandwiches you’ve ever had.

“This is amazing. What’s in it?”

“Um.. swiss cheese, a mayo and chipotle sauce thing my mom put together, crushed chips, and seasoned chicken. My mom wanted to be different and used chicken instead of ham, I guess.”

“Well tell your mom that she’s a genius. This is incredible.”

Frankie sniggered. “I’ll pass it along. She’s an excellent cook. You’ll have to try it sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

You both sat and ate quietly. No words were spoken – simply taking in the scenic view. You look over to Frankie, only to see him in a daze. There was a question that lingered in your mind and although you didn’t want to ruin the moment, you knew you had to ask. You whisper his name, hoping he would hear it, and he did. He slowly turned over to you and uttered a low yes.

“Why do you act differently when we’re together in public than in private?” You vocalized the confusion that lingered in your mind from the moment he flipped a switch at school. “You’re sweet, smart, and caring while we’re here doing this, but all you do at school is curse, skip class with the boys, and disrespect anyone that looks at you a little too long.”

Frankie knew this conversation would come. He didn’t think you would notice his attitude changes, yet here you were. He lets a sigh be exhaled through his nose as he shakes his head. “You just wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t. That’s why I’m asking.”

“I act the way I do because that’s what people expect. They expect someone like me to fail and…You have no idea what this town… what these people… can do to you.”

“Frankie… I may not know what you’ve gone through in life, but what I do know is that you have my shoulder to lean on and my ears to listen when you need it the most. I like seeing this Frankie.” You sit up, resting your weight on your legs, and reach for his hand. “The Frankie that gets good grades and has a great sense of respect and responsibility – not the Frankie I saw at school today.”

He looks down at your interlocked hands and lets out a content breath. Frankie gives your hand a squeeze and gazes at you – not at your eyes… this look goes much deeper than that.

“Does your mother really believe I’d use you and toss aside the one person that decided to get to know me before they wanted nothing to do with me?”

You shrug, knitting your eyebrows. “She can think what she wants to think – just know that’s not the way I do.”

A cool breeze picks up as you continuously play with each other’s hands and sit comfortably in close proximity. Frankie reluctantly lets go of your hand and shimmies out of his leather jacket. He wraps it around your shoulders, making sure your exposed arms are somewhat covered. You take a lapel in each hand, pulling on them to wrap yourself with the jacket. Frankie’s heart skips a beat as he takes a mental picture of the way you looked wearing his jacket.

Frankie sits back down, but you nudge your way closer and closer to him. You feel like melting as you smell his cologne, from the jacket and himself.

“What are you going to do about Michael?”

Frankie looks taken aback from the sudden question. “Don’t worry that pretty little head about him. The boys and I will handle the trust fund baby. I’ll figure it out.”

“Are you going to get hurt?”

Frankie stretches his arm out, a quiet plea for you to come closer. You oblige and he immediately wraps his arm around you, placing a chaste kiss atop you head. “I don’t know.”

You put your head on his shoulder and hug him, both arms around him. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No one will get hurt if Mikey boy plays his cards right.” You look up and see his softened face, but stern eyes. The thought of Michael alone burns a flame in Frankie, a reaction he had no actual reasoning behind.

You stay like this for a few minutes, but you decide to lighten the mood.

“Psst…” you say. Frankie looks down at you with kind eyes.

“I know that no other… One will ever do… And I know that the answer's…All up to you.” you sing.

Frankie sniggers and rolls his eyes, but nevertheless joins you.

“Please Mr. Jailer… Won't you let my man go free.”

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CHARACTER INTRODUCTION: SCALES

[image description: a moodboard of nine images that form a square. the images are a photo of old photographs and postcards in an open wooden box, yellow, red, orange, and green gummy bears in a pile, wildflowers in a field, a close-up of a cream knitted sweater, an illustration of a green snake, a photo of the spines of two old recipe books, a rolling pin next to small mounds of dough, a streetlight in the fog, and an opened pocketwatch in front of an open book. a square light green border outlines the entire thing. all the images have an overlay that gives them the texture of old photographs. /end id.]

“If you need a warm meal and a place to get out of the chill, you’re welcome to come in,” says the silhouette.

What?

“I’m sure this sounds suspicious,” they continue, even and calm, “and you can’t make sure this is safe, but it is starting to get awfully cold, and I don’t think you have a coat on. Or at least, you weren’t wearing one that I could see.” The silhouette begins to move, stepping into the alley. “Hello? Are you all right? If you’re injured, the proprietor here can help you.”

Scales (Les) - 18 | he/him | biromantic demisexual | 5'8 | levelheaded | quiet | empathetic

Magic - all-weaver | color: light but vibrant green | animal: grass snake

Appearance - pale skin, without any facial scars, always has a faint blush and dustings of flour on his face | warm green eyes, seemingly always calm | blonde hair, always combed back and slightly gelled | lean and always holds himself casually, but many of his movements have a quick, precise energy | always wears something green | favors white button-downs under green or tan sweaters and sweater-vests | sometimes wanders around with a tan blanket draped on his shoulders | always has a small packet of sweets in his pocket

Aesthetic - humming to yourself as you bake something for your family, wrapping yourself in the coziest blanket you can find, curling up in by a window to read a book of your favorite poems, the sun streaming through a window and reflecting rainbows on the floor, flower crowns of dandelions, books with dog-eared pages and spines worn from re-reading, flour smudges across your nose, comforting hugs that feel like home and safety, quiet but sure words to match a quiet but steady courage, a memory of someone dear to you now lost that's starting to grow fuzzy no matter how hard you try to recall it, watching a summer storm from the front porch

Songs - My Blood | Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep | A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes | Here Comes the Sun | The Ghost of You | Let’s Go Fly a Kite | Young Volcanoes | You Will Be Found | Spring and a Storm | Let It Be | I Will | Plume | Blue Skies | All You Need is Love | Birdhouse in Your Soul | Imagination | Under Pressure | Fixing a Hole | Misery Fell | Come Fly With Me

[kyungsoodaily]

exo as summer aesthetics

spotify playlist here // a lot of this was stream-of-consciousness so it’s definitely not all cohesive or thematic, but most of them are based off the general mood of each song // i might turn these into moodboards or ficlets if i have the energy // exosnet mods forgive me i have no idea how to tag this

minseok | zebra, beach house —

people watching, drive-in movie theatres, macarons, going to the pet store just to look at the animals, the sound of wind chimes, going through old photos, toothpaste kisses, singing softly when you have trouble falling asleep, mint chocolate chip ice cream, cleaning out your closet, poppyseed bagels, hiking in the mountains, messy doodles on sticky notes

junmyeon | good as gold, greyson chance —

honey and butter on toast, art museum dates, red wine, cuffed jeans, biking through the city, silk robes, running into friends you haven’t seen in years, seaside resorts, marathoning studio ghibli films, sweet potato fries, bird watching, accidentally coordinating outfits when you hang out, planetarium trips, crystal balls, falling asleep on you in the back of a taxi

yixing | hope, honeywater —

scribbling song lyrics on napkins, zoo trips, jumping over cracks in the sidewalk, scrambled eggs, trying on clothes you don’t plan on actually buying, daisies, ferris wheel rides, stealing bites of each other’s food, arcade games, gold jewelry, feeding squirrels in the park, butterfly kisses, fried chicken, taking silly pictures in front of famous landmarks

baekhyun | another night on mars, the maine —

sleepovers in your backyard, glittery eyeshadow, eating too much watermelon, tarot cards, kaleidoscopes, impromptu beach trips, shaved ice, binging an entire show in three days, ripped jeans, sticking your head out of the car window, forehead kisses, fruit smoothies, reminiscing about the past, setting off fireworks, cold pizza, singing along to the radio, neon lights

jongdae | she changes the weather, swim deep —

ice cream sandwiches, tight hugs after long absences, early morning dewdrops, nap dates, not caring who notices when you laugh too loudly, hand-knit sweaters, white wine, childhood lullabies, the smell of the air after it rains, potato chips, marking important dates on your calendar, karaoke with friends, gummy bears, falling asleep on the couch, chrysanthemum tea

chanyeol | coastline, hollow coves —

silly string, playing video games for twelve hours straight, flickering street lamps, stomping in rain puddles, bonfires, sand between your toes, catching fireflies, blanket forts, foosball, giving your short friends piggyback rides, collecting guitar picks, half-empty spraypaint cans, rock concerts, eskimo kisses, microwave popcorn, driving fast when the roads are empty

kyungsoo | nova scotia, magic man —

grease-stained napkins, going off the forest trail, scented candles, sucking on ice cubes, worn sneakers, calling just to hear your voice, petting stray cats, honeysuckle, making ramyun at two in the morning, pistachio ice cream, sitting on the roof, homemade cookies, neck kisses, laundry still warm from the dryer, wading knee-deep into a creek, watching the clouds at sunrise

jongin | generation why, conan gray —

sliding around in sock feet, slushies, skinny dipping, letterman jackets, sneaking out after dark, gas station hot dogs, getting stuck in traffic, matching bracelets, lipstick stains, winning stuffed animals at the fair, maple syrup, sunday morning comic strips, dying your friend’s hair in their bathroom, cheesecake, going to the movie theatre for a midnight premiere

sehun | oh baby, lcd soundsystem —

sour candy, late evening strolls, grass under your bare feet, key lime pie, clean bedsheets, falling asleep with your limbs tangled together, shortcuts no one else knows about, fresh seafood, forgetting where you put your keys but then accidentally finding something you lost five years ago, strawberry lemonade, cheek kisses, exchanging secrets under cover of darkness

[justimajin]

 Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues ⌠Part 8⌡

⇢ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (2.7k) Doctor/Surgeon AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

⇢ Summary: When asked about Dr. Kim, a string of beautifully aligned words are ready spew from your lips. You could possibly go on and on about how his wonderful stubbornness wasn’t similar to talking to a brick wall, or how his observation skills were especially great in preparing your blood vessels for a drastic rupture or even how one gracious stare of his nearly had you on the verge of ripping your essential documents in half. But it seems that, perhaps, there was a lot more to Dr. Kim then what meets the eye…

⇢ Warnings: a scared Jungkook panicking

⇢ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

⇢ Next Update: Friday, May 17

A small mischievous smile decorates the corners of his mouth when Jimin glides through his ward with some documents in hand. It was perhaps one the greatest idea’s he’s ever had; telling Dr. Kim to visit you instead and he only begins to imagine the aftermath after seeing the fellow doctor be strangely concerned about your well being.

He sing-songs to himself aimlessly when he reaches his office, the intern with a shade of chocolate hair that was styled to reveal his forehead furrowing his eyebrows at his assigned doctor’s cheery mood.

“Everything alright Dr. Park?” Jungkook questions, tilting his head when he notices Jimin standing off to the side of the door with a rather ditzy expression.

Jungkook’s voice tugs him out of it when Jimin lets out a devious smile, “Kookie, do you think I’m a good match maker?”

“Match maker…?” Jungkook wonders, eyes focusing on plain air when he shakes his head slightly. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason at all~” The questions still sticks to Jungkook when his doe eyes suddenly enlarge and he turns to look at the doctor.

“Dr. Park, did you set someone up?” Jimin’s face contorts into sheer horror, a dramatic hand placed on his chest.

“How could you accuse me of such a thing?”

Jungkook lets out an irritable sigh before getting up, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jimin hurriedly withdraws from the office, glancing behind him when he sees Jungkook staring at him in disbelief and he chuckles at the sight. However, the faint joking tone from the underlying situation is sealed away when Jimin doesn’t realize the direction in which he is running – a fact that is only discovered when he plummets straight into another body. Jimin is sent flying backwards at the collision and he hears a low ‘Ouch’ from across him.

“Oh my gosh, are you oka-‘ His eyes lock onto the intern that was paired up with a prestigious man when she ignores him and goes on about collecting the spilled documents colouring the floor. Jimin clamps his mouth shut and hastily reaches out to assist her with her fallen work, but in between he merely glances at her when he gets no form of a reaction; only complete blankness. 

“Dr. Park! Chaeyoung! Are you guys alright?” Jungkook hurriedly asks, kneeling down to pick up the remains of papers when Jimin nods.

“I’m fine.” Chaeyoung says in a quiet voice and Jimin raises an eyebrow at the particular action. Surely when he asked the same question he would have too expected some sort of a response.

Chaeyoung is handed all the documents and she wraps her arms around them, giving a brief smile in the direction of the two men before she simply walks away.

Jimin is left baffled at the gesture but Jungkook shrugs it off, “Dr. Park?”

Jimin snaps back to reality as he walks back to his office alongside his intern, “Do you think she hates me?”

“Who? Chaeyoung?” Jimin nods.

“Maybe. She did call you weird.”

He scoffs, “That was only a one time thing though!”

“I thought you were weird when I was first hired.” Jungkook quietly mumbles but Jimin widens his eyes.

“Y-you too?” There’s a small pout that settles on the man’s lips before Jungkook quickly wracks through his mind to somehow comfort him.

“N-not in a bad way. Like, a good weird. A nice weird!” A giant smile with all his bunny teeth displayed stretches out on Jungkook mouth, but Jimin doesn’t withdraw his pout; still unsure.

Jimin cautiously tip-toes his way towards the end of the hallway, head swimming with thoughts when he skims around in search for a certain individual. He plants himself right in front of the office, staring at it with clueless eyes when he slowly inches towards it and twists the knob around. The door lets out a low creak when he slightly pushes against it and she’s seen perfectly lined with his peripheral view with no sign of her daunting superior.

Now here was the hard part – Jimin had absolutely no clue what he should say.

Maybe he should go inside and offer an apology? Maybe with the prospect of food in mind?

I’m sorry for scaring you last time? 

Alright, he thinks, not too bad, decent.

But just as he’s about to take a step forward and move into the room, a loud rumbling earthquake passes by and it seems like it’s headed straight in his direction. He bites his lip when he sees you storming towards him with an angry glare.

“Y-Y/N!” He innocently beams but you soon grab him by the collar and whisk him away, far from the office and soling his plans.

“Y/N! What are you doing?!” He thrashes against your grip when you don’t let go, but you bring him back into your own office for a through and clear message.

Jin briefly raises his head to see what the entire commotion was about, but his eyes dart onto Dr. Park being dragged inside by you and he decides it was best if he left, quickly grabbing on the bag of gummy bears as he exits.

“What were you even thinking?” You glare at him and he gives you a sheepish smile, hoping that it would diminish your erupting anger.

“I just thought it would be nice? He seemed pretty worried about you.” He does have a point, wouldn’t it best to send in the person that was the most concerned?

Your brows furrow and you open your mouth before shutting it up in an instant, eyes searching around to form coherent words. Jimin tilts his head at the display, wondering if him inviting Dr. Kim over for you was even the reason for your anger.

“What?”

“I’m…not sure. He’s been acting strange lately.” Flashbacks to the storage room come back to mind.

“Dr. Kim?” He merely shrugs, “Dude seemed strange since day one.”

“Not strange but like-“ You pause, needing to say this with the rightfully chosen words, “Almost like he’s different. And it’s just strange.”

Jimin nods, but he tries to think back to when the news of you not coming into work first came up. It was odd to him initially as well when Dr. Kim insisted about knowing what had happened to you but he thought it was for some basic reason, like perhaps he wanted to know how to cover your ward.

However, the man’s determination spiking out when he had only proposed the idea to him for peek interest, could surely be seen as surprising.

Jimin’s eyes enlarge when an idea comes flooding into him and he snaps his fingers, “Aha! An experiment!”

You narrow your eyes, “What are you going on about now?”

“An experiment!” Jimin’s eyes hold an intrigued sparkle within them when he waves his hands and stares off into the non-existent object in front of him, “We could try to do an experiment, see if Dr. Kim would react like he usually does and then observe to see if there really is something going on!”

The suggestion sounds so absurd, but after letting it sink into your mind for a couple of seconds, you think it might actually work.

“Where do you even come up with this stuff?”

“Oh Y/N,” He laces an arm around you, “Don’t question my ways.”

“Hmm? How are we going to even do this ‘experiment’?”

“Simple.” He steps out and gestures for you to follow him, before leading you back into his office where a boy with doe eyes stares at his computer screen and cautiously types.

“Jungkookie~” The intern looks up, mouth agape when his eyes appear like he’s staring into some other dimension.

Jimin plants himself down onto his chair right across from the man and you trail after him with crossed arms.

“How much does Dr. Kim scare you?” The boy immediately flinches at the mention, rapidly shaking his head.

“Good! Can you do us a favor?”

Jungkook’s protests flood the room with their extreme denial in opposition to the idea, but when Jimin bats his eyelashes and puts on his signature pout, the man’s firm answer begins to dwindle.

“Fine!” He exclaims, getting up, “You two owe me for this one.”

He follows you when the two of you manage to locate Dr. Kim, who didn’t seem to be in the best of moods as he racks a hand through his locks with a gaze that is focused on the work before him.

“Hold up, I don’t think I can do this.” Jungkook comes to a halt and he begins to turn around to head back.

“Jungkook, please.” Jimin paints on a pouty face and Jungkook lets out a deep sigh. You start to wonder if this was particularly Jimin’s way of getting what he wants but when Jungkook bites his lip and nods, the thought is lost in the back of your head.

“So what do you guys want me to do?”

Jimin points over to the man, “Demand his patient documentation from yesterday.”

“Demand?”

Jimin nods, “Then say that Dr. L/N needs it.”

“Jimin!” You harshly whisper, interjecting the duo, “Don’t bring this on me.”

“Fine, fine,” He says with a wave of his hand, “Tell him that Dr. Park needs it.”

“But why am I ‘demanding’ it from him?”

“Do you honestly think Dr. Kim is going to give it to you?”

“Touché.” Jungkook clicks his tongue and Jimin leads you away from the office so you can patiently wait for Jungkook’s return.

“Jimin, what’s the whole point of this?” It’s one thing you’ve never settled on with about him – Jimin would never clarify as to why he chooses to do something, he simply just does it with no care in the world.

“So this situation can have two results. If Jungkook goes in there demanding his papers, he’ll piss off Dr. Kim and then we know nothing is up. But,” You two slide behind a corner to keep talking, “If Dr. Kim doesn’t get angry, then something is definitely up.”

“And we basically sent Jungkook to his doom?” You retort, not quite understanding why Jimin would have chosen him.

“It’s to help him too, you know! Jungkook won’t go anywhere near that office and you can’t get by here being an intern and not being able to talk to one of the doctors.”

“That’s true…”

“Exactly! Now just trust me, will you?” You narrow your eyes.

“Last time I trusted you, Dr. Kim landed conveniently outside my apartment door!”

“Oh come on! Are you still mad about that?”

“Yes! Jimin, he came into my apartment, made me tea and then fell asleep next to me on my be-“

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Y/N…did Dr. Kim have a sleepover with you?” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows when a ginormous grin paints onto his lips and suddenly you regret saying anything at all.

He takes the prospect of it all from your silence, “He did, didn’t he?”

“Shouldn’t we be focusing on Jungkook right now?!” You take a peek out of the corner and away from Jimin’s blaring voice.

“Fine, but I need alll the details later.” He soon joins you and then glances at the clock.

“It’s been 10 minutes already! Where is he?”

“Should we go check?” The feeling of even having to send Jungkook to Dr. Kim makes your stomach turn and when Jimin nods, you quickly pace through to find the doe-eyed boy.

Jungkook is terrified.

His palms have accumulated a heavy coating of sweat, his nerves are vibrating through him at an accelerated speed and his feet feel like someone poured lead into his shoes.

Just go talk to him Jungkook! It can’t be so hard!

He lets out a wrangled sigh at the thought – for it was extremely difficult to even consider now that you and Jimin had planted him right in front of the office door and he’s completely unsure of how to enter without being much of a disturbance.

He subtly reaches out with a shaky head, thinking that a light knock would do the trick, but he underestimates his own strength when the door goes slamming open by his sheer force.

The man stares at him with furrowed brows, glancing at the door when Jungkook tries to somehow morph his existence with it as his face tinges a bright glow of red.

“Did you need something?” The low timbre of Dr. Kim’s voice snaps him out of it and he turns into a puddled mess, prepared to start sprouting out unnecessary apologies in the form of broken words.

“P-patient documentation!” His voice soars out in an unflattering tone, raised up way too many octaves.

Dr. Kim raises an eyebrow, before he lets out a deep sigh and turns to rummage between his files, “Which ones do you need?”

“Y-yesterday’s!” After another moment of searching, the file slips through the doctor’s fingers and he stands up to hand him the file. Jungkook immediately cowers down at the abrupt gesture, wanting to snatch the file right away and leave as soon as possible.

“Why do you need this?” The question is laced with an undertone of suspicion, but it sets Jungkook on a whole another tangent when his mind drops blank.

“I-I...uh…” He furiously tries to find an answer lodged inside his brain, however the mere presence of the man before him causes him to lose sight of any string of words he can respond with.

A warm hand lands on his shoulder and Jungkook almost screams at the action, but the doctor retorts by simply patting him gently, “It’s alright. Go take it.”

His eyes widen more than usual, a deer stuck in the middle of traffic resurfacing when they witness fond gaze emitting from the doctor’s eyes. The gaze alone is enough to diminish the spine-prickling heavy presence the man consistently holds and Jungkook actually finds himself not panicking for once throughout the entirety of the interaction.

“T-thank you, Dr. Kim.” The doctor nods as Jungkook hurriedly leaves the room, the corners of his mouth tugging.

“Jungkook!”

He spins around to find you and Jimin racing after him, concern written on your expressions, “What took you so long?!” Jimin insists.

“I got the papers….” He gestures them over to you, but your orbs are concentrated on the faint dust of pink on his cheeks and the giant bunny-toothed smile decorated on his lips.

“Jungkook, what happened?” You question.

“I went in and Dr. Kim just gave them to me.”

“He just…gave them?” You repeat the words but your brain doesn’t soak up the information.

Jungkook nods, “And he patted my shoulder…”

Both you and Jimin react at the same time with double the frequency, “WHAT?!”

Jungkook nods again, “No actual way…” Jimin mumbles.

You draw a confused face at his awe-filled tone, “What?”

“Dr. Kim’s got Jungkook wiped…”

You raise your hands, “Wait. This means that the experiment didn’t work and-“

Jimin interjects, “Something is definitely up, Y/N.”

“I knew it.” You harshly whisper under your breath.

“What’s going on here?” Your black-haired intern swoops by wondering what all the commotion is about.

“Something is wrong with Dr. Kim and we don’t know what.” Jimin says and Jin nods. As if Jimin’s words were a charm, the man walks out right at the moment his name is mentioned and Jin turns to face him.

Sheer horror flashes on all of your faces when Jin leans forward to engulf Dr. Kim into a hug. “Hope you feel better soon.”

The horror only escalates when the unfazed doctor hugs the intern back, the act itself being displayed to your eyes and making them burn.

Jimin leans into your ear, wording the same thought running through in your mind, “Y/N I think they’re might be something seriously wrong with Dr. Kim.”

[beautiful-liu]

Epilogue - Remember me - Kryber

Title: Remember me

Pairing: Kryber [Amber Liu x Krystal Jung] Fandom: f(x) Genre: Drama, romance

Summary: The bad ass androgynous girl Amber Josephine Liu with a sex, drugs and rock-‘n-roll attitude whom everybody seemed to fear and admire at the same time, with the flash of a smug smile on her handsome face, and a sigaret or lolly pop in her mouth, depending on her mood. A leather jacket always hugging her shoulders, ripped jeans and a loose tank top that displayed just a tiny bit of her sports bra when she lifted her tattoo-filled arms. Everyone was weak for Amber Liu. Krystal simply didn’t see it. Until that one night she accidentally met her, and met a whole other person than the stories she had been made to believe. Word count: 2600 Rating: T A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes. This is my first time writing a multi chaptered fic. Hope y'all enjoy the progress!

Read it on: AO3 & asianfanfics

Moodboard: x

ONE YEAR LATER

Saturday mornings were usually spend baking goods, or cooking a delicious lunch. That morning, they had made extremely sweet gummy bears – of course, Amber’s idea – which had actually turned out pretty well, even though they looked more like deformed jelly beans than actual bears. Krystal let the bear-shape up to Haribo, at least the taste was delicious. Saturday afternoons were spend watching the movies Krystal hadn’t seen yet, the classics that everyone just needed to have watched. Amber had once called her a ‘movie barbarian’ because she hadn’t seen Les Misérables – honestly who even has time to watch that stupid movie? – which had been the beginning of a new tradition. Amber had made her watch Jurassic Park, Star Wars, Star Trek, Pirates of the Caribbean, Les Mis, Terminator, Transformers, the Titanic, The Godfather, the Wizard of Oz, To Kill a Mockingbird, Jaws and literally every Disney movie there was – even those who weren’t on Netflix. Their evenings were spend cooking together too, this time one of their favorite dishes. On a rare occasion, they went out to eat something, but it was more fun to let macaroni and cheese burn together than it was to order it super fancy in some sort of restaurant. That was their ideal Saturday. And Krystal had done all of those things today. Only, mostly without Amber… and she didn’t like one bit of it. Amber had left late in the morning, around an hour of eleven after the gummy bears. As Krystal waited for the jelly to cool down, Amber had taken her stuff and pressed a kiss on her cheek, telling her that she’d be home late. She didn’t even have time to respond to her before she left. After that, her day had just been dull without Amber. The reason why she took the weekend off was because of her girlfriend, not because she liked watching movies by her own or cook by her own. Of course, there was nothing she could do. Now that Luna was getting a comeback, the company wanted Amber’s help again to create a cute, fluffy concept for her next album. She was hired to write all the songs and for the past few days, all she had done was write and compose and record. Even on her free days, Amber liked to go back to her room and play piano until her fingers were sore. Krystal knew that this behavior would only last for a few weeks, until all the songs were done and all Luna had to do was record them at the studio. Still, she couldn’t help to miss her. Krystal was already in bed when the front door opened. She was faintly aware that her girlfriend came in, only realizing fully when she heard the high-pitched baby voice call for Jack Jack. The dog gave a small bark, causing some laughter to arise. “I’ll cuddle with you first thing tomorrow, okay? Gotta cuddle the Princess first.” The dog huffed almost in annoyance. She heard footsteps towards the bedroom. The light sprang on, although she dimmed it immediately again until a low volume. Krystal pretended to be asleep a little longer, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of waking up immediately. She tried to lay as still as she could, as she felt Amber bow over her and place a kiss on her cheek. Amber sighed and bowed back down. She heard the zipper of her jacket go down and the ruffling of clothes against skin before the blankets were lifted up and the mattress next to hers bowed by the weight of her girlfriend. As soon as the lights were shut off again, Krystal rolled over, trapping Amber with her arms and her legs. “I knew you weren’t asleep, you’re such a light sleeper,” she heard her chuckle. Krystal couldn’t help it to grin. She opened her eyes, seeing her lover for the first time that day. “Where have you been all day? It’s past midnight.” “I have been at Luna’s,” Amber replied with a shrug. Krystal squinted her eyes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’d be cheating on me, staying away so late. You’d have such a good excuse, like ‘I was working on some stuff and it got late’ whilst in fact you just had sex with her.” The short haired woman rolled her eyes and bowed down to kiss her lips. Krystal smiled during the kiss and couldn’t stop even after it had ended. “Of course not, dumbass. It just took a while because she thought my lyrics weren’t cheesy enough.” “They weren’t cheesy enough? Aren’t you like, always thinking of me whilst writing love songs? How come they aren’t cheesy? I am cheesy!” she obliged. Amber chuckled. “No, you are not cheesy. You are whiney. And I cannot exactly write lyrics that says: ‘my girlfriend keeps nagging for me to give her a piggyback ride’ or ‘I’m not allowed to go out until I kissed my girlfriend goodbye’.” Krystal pouted and rolled away from her, pretending to be annoyed until Amber moved back against her. “I’m still mad at you that you only turned up after midnight. Like, did you really have to practice for so long? You can do it tomorrow.” Amber laid her arm over Krystal’s waist and pulled her closer against her body so she could place a kiss on her jawline. Habitually, she immediately exposed her neck a little bit more. “I’m sorry,” Amber muttered, as she started to place a feather light kiss behind her ear, lowering with every kiss. “Will you-.. forgive-.. me?” Every time Amber’s soft lips connected with the soft skin of her neck, she had to chuckle a little bit. “I’m tired,” she complained. “So, you’re rejecting me?” “Maybe. Prove that you’re worth not rejecting.” She felt Amber grin. Krystal watched her as she took off her shirt, revealing her Nike’s sports bra. Without even thinking, she bit down on her lip. Even after one and a half year of dating, she was still in awe of her girlfriend in her bra. It was just a gift from the gods. Amber moved until she was hovering over her. A smug grin played with the corners of her lips when she kissed Krystal. She brought her hips down, grinding down over hers, causing the brunette to moan instantly. Krystal’s hands travelled all over her body, from the opening of her jogging pants to her belly that still had the slightest hint of abs and to her muscled back. Krystal cupped Amber’s face with her hands. When she wanted to take off Amber’s bra, her hands slid over her shoulder. She frowned when her fingers went over the little patch of fabric that seemed to be stuck on her girlfriend’s skin. She ran over it for a few times, eventually figuring out that it was a big band aid. Amber tried to take her hand away from the spot when she realized that Krystal had discovered the band aid, but Krystal knew better than to let Amber have her way. She pulled back from the kiss. “What’s that?” she asked. Amber sighed, rubbed her eyes for a moment and eventually looked away. “It’s a tattoo. Just got it today,” she muttered unwillingly. Krystal let out a snort and looked at her in disbelief. “Do I really not have a say in what comes on your body?” she asked. “I want to prevent you from bad choices.” Amber rose her eyebrows and grinned. “Like, not really. I mean, I can do whatever I like, even though you’re my girlfriend, you have nothing to say in what comes on my body... And when did I ever make a bad choice for a tattoo?” “You tattooed Charmander on your arm,” she replied. “I repeat: when did I ever make a bad choice for a tattoo?” Amber laughed. Krystal rolled her eyes and shook her head to express her disagreement. “Can I see it? I already know you have it so there’s no use in keeping it hidden from me.” Amber thought for a moment, then shook her head. “Nope, no, you cannot see it yet.” Krystal frowned offendedly and immediately took her hands back from her girlfriend. Amber smiled apologetically. “And why not?” “Because this tattoo is special.” “Bullshit. Let me see it,” Krystal muttered annoyed. “You always let me see your new tattoos first. Why is this one different? I feel deprived.” Amber shrugged and rolled off Krystal, landing back in the sheets. “It just is, believe me,” she laughed. “Stop asking and just have sex with me, damned woman!” “You know, I broke up with Kai so I wouldn’t be pressured into sex anymore, you are disappointing me,” Krystal said. “I don’t get why this tattoo is so important. You always let me see them. Is it because it’s a stupid one?” “No, it’s not stupid, I think it’s not stupid,” Amber laughed. “Stop asking!” “No! And you also told me that Charmander wasn’t stupid but it really is, you know. Who on earth gets a Pokémon tattooed on their body?” Amber started to laugh nervously as she shook her head. “I do and be glad it isn’t Pikachu! That’s even more stupid.” “So you admit that it’s dumb?” Krystal chuckled. “No, Charmander is cool! It’s just that you cannot see it, I am not ready yet.” Krystal crossed her arms in front of her chest and huffed. “What is there to be ready for? You already tattooed it. I promise I will not laugh if it’s idiotic.” Amber sighed and buried her face in the pillows. She moaned through the cushions but eventually got up and immediately stood up from the bed. Krystal watched her as she walked back to her jacket – which she had carelessly thrown over one of the chairs – and open the pockets. She returned to bed with something clutched in her fist, but she was unable to see it. Amber laid on her belly, turning her back to Krystal. “Take it off then,” she muttered. “The surprise is ruined anyway.” Krystal rolled her eyes. “You know I don’t care about surprises,” she said, as she started to peel off the band aid. Her girlfriend winced when she got the edge and ripped it off her skin with one fluid motion. “Don’t be such a baby,” Krystal laughed. Amber muttered something in the pillow that she was unable to grasp. The skin under the band aid was still red and a bit swollen, exactly like her skin had been when she had gotten her tattoo. At first sight, it didn’t look like anything special. Just some curly written words, a small sentence. In fact, question, she noticed, since there was a question mark at the end. The dimmed light made it hard to read and Krystal had to brighten it before she was able to make out what was tattooed on her girlfriend’s shoulder blade. Her breath got stuck in her throat when she finally made out the question. She wrapped her hands over her mouth, even though she wasn’t able to produce any sounds. For a solid few seconds, Krystal could only stare at the words ‘Will you marry me?’ on Amber’s back. Like a statue, she just sat there, watching, unable to say or do anything. Amber eventually turned around to see her expression. With a weak smile, she opened her fist, showing her the little, navy blue, velvety box. She opened it, revealing two rings. They were both made of silver, Amber’s being a little broader than hers and whilst Krystal’s had a larger diamond on the top, her girlfriend’s was inlaid with smaller ones. They were simple but incredibly beautiful; exactly the kind of style Amber knew Krystal would like. “I told you that you’d spoil the surprise,” Amber chuckled. Krystal managed to look up at her, her eyes still wide of shock. She slowly lowered her hands, but more than a squeaky peep didn’t leave her throat when she tried to talk. Suddenly, her eyes started to tear up. Within a few seconds, tears were rolling down her cheeks like waterfalls and she wasn’t able to stop them. In vain, she tried to wipe them away, but more were falling and she couldn’t get herself to quit crying. Amber took her hand, pinching it reassuringly. “I wanted to hire a photographer and perhaps like, go to the beach or something, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter where or how I ask it,” Amber muttered, hoping to get the conversation going. “So.. will- will you marry me, then? Would kind of suck if you said ‘no’ because I got the tattoo and all, but-” “Y-y-yes,” Krystal forced out. “Of course I will.” Amber started to grin like crazy. Krystal was still in shock when her girlfriend threw her body upon hers, causing them to both fall backwards into the sheets. She was showered with kisses and the beautiful, elegant ring was put on her finger. She wasn’t used to wearing a ring and the cold metal felt weird against her finger. It still felt unreal; like a dream, which was dangerously real. Krystal was scared she could wake up at any moment. In a trance, she shoved Amber’s ring around her finger. Amber had her embraced in a hug and was busy pressing kisses on her cheek. “I-.. love-.. you-..” she muttered, over and over again, until her skin felt raw from the kisses. When Amber kissed her lips, Krystal slightly woke up again and kissed her back. When they broke apart, she kept Amber’s face in her hands. For the first time since the proposal, she let an enormous grin consume her face. “What did you think about Mrs. Amber Jung?” she asked. Amber started to laugh. “Mrs. Krystal Liu is better,” she replied. Krystal faked a shocked expression. “No, we really cannot do that. It would look so weird if I was the CEO of Jung Internationals whilst I’m called Krystal Liu. No, you have to take my surname, it won’t matter for you! Plus, Amber Jung sounds better than Krystal Liu. Krystal and Amber Jung, don’t you think that’s cute?” They both started to laugh. Amber wrapped her arm around Krystal and pulled her against her chest. “You know what, I don’t even care. I just want to marry you.” Krystal looked up, smiling. She pressed a soft kiss against her lips. “And you will.” Amber wiggled her eyebrows. “Now you’ll never get rid of me anymore.” “I can handle that, you know. I know you’re actually just a big wuss inside, you know.” They laughed and kissed again. “I love you,” Amber muttered afterwards. “I know. And I love you too.”

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Alexander ‘Xander’ D’Angelo *Supporting character

Voice Claim:(Ben Schnetzer) https://youtu.be/h54AZrcGWHE?t=3

Partner(s): In a relationship. Parents: No longer living. Kids: None. Siblings: River, Jackall and Wyatt. Age: 32 (2021) Birthday: 19th of May Height: 174cm (5.7ft) Body type: Slim Eye color: Olive green/almond. About: Charismatic, Patient, Observant, Caring, Adventurous, Balanced, Quirky, Charming, Adaptable, Helpful, Loyal, Forgiving, Intelligent, Supportive, Open-minded, Calm, Fair, Optimistic, Rational, Flexible, Genuine, Playful, Social, Tolerant, Contemplative, Imaginative, Sentimental and Gentle. ~ Studies to become a Psychologist. ~ Sexuality: Straight. ~ Has messy dark blonde hair. ~ Engaged to his girlfriend of 6 years.   ~ Would love to become a father. ~ Never knew his mom, lost his father when he was 20. ~ Did a lot of traveling after his father died, and met his fiance during backpacking through Australia. ~ Grew up not knowing he had more family than his dad and his side of the family, but was contacted at the start of May 2021, by a guy named Wyatt, explaining him that he was Xander’s brother, and that they both had more siblings. ~ Packed up his things and moved to the town of Saint Greer Islands at the end of June 2021, to be closer to his new family. ~ Is very easy to be around, he’s just that type of person who tries to make sure everyone is comfortable. ~ Likes to be different, and doesn’t try to fit in.  ~ Enjoys goofing around, specially when things become too serious. ~ Okay cook. ~ Plays guitar, banjo and cowbell. ~ Does a lot of Yoga in his spare time. ~ Pours olive oil on pretty much any food that isn’t sweet. ~ Very into puzzles and can get lost a whole day in a puzzle if no one interrupts him. ~ Smells like: Fresh basil, pink pepper and olive oil. ~ Drinks a lot of herbal tea. ~ Writes his own lyrics and would love to start a band. ~ Never kills insects, he captures them and lets them out instead. ~ Dislikes arguing/fighting and will much rather settle as fast as possible otherwise he disappears into himself till it blows over. ~ Bakes his own bread. ~ Would love to have his own coop of chickens one day. ~ Had a parrot named Sampson when he was a kid, it died after he fed it gummy bears. He was 7. ~ Hasn’t had a pet since, he simply can’t bare the thought of losing another. ~ Believes everyone deserves a second chance. Everyone, no exception. ~ Would love to learn to play flute. ~ Likes to learn new things. ~ Is a quite curious person in the sense that he likes to figure what makes people tick and how things are made/function. ~ 10/10 the friend that will forget your birthday, but show up with some funky gift a week later, making sure to have a fun celebration with you. ~ 150/10 will swing on a swing if he sees one. ~ Enjoys picnics. ~ Considers himself a bit of a ‘foodie’ and would like to improve his cooking skills. ~ Thinks it could be cool to write his own cook book one day. ~ Always wanted a large family. ~ Borderline Vegetarian. ~ Never goes by his full name, but always tells people his name is Xander. ~ Loves: His girlfriend, cooking, playing music, writing lyrics, recycling, learning new stuff, musli, dried fruit and berries, freeze dried vegetables, nuts, carrot chips, Sakura tea, spearmint tea, apple/cinnamon tea, rose tea, lavender tea, blackberry tea, cherry tea, home made sushi, rye bread, rowing, fennel, snow, Jellyfish, Documentaries about nature, mustard, seals, traveling, Koala bears, hiking, trains, museums and Viking lore. ~ His style is casual, and not something he thinks too much into, he just wears whatever he likes. ~ Only buys clothes from thrift stores.

Xander’s tag Xander’s house/home Xander’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe him: Aaron Espe - Free Personal Playlist: 1. Tall Heights - Keeps Me Light 2. Look Yonder - Sunriser 3. Apostrophe & Rye - Do You Know 4. Jessie Reid - Wake Up 5. Aeseaes - All in Blue 6. Kris Angelis - Sunset 7. Jenny Kern - Now We Know 8.  Man On An Island - Lavender Skies 9. David Ramirez - I Wanna Live In Your Bedroom 10. Taylor Armstrong - Pack Your Bags 11. Simen Lyngroth - Morning Light 12. Freight Train Foxes - Cardboard Satellites 13. Ari B. Inger - Baby Bird 14. Idiot Wind - Lost in the Light 15. Timo Brandt - In The Darkness 16. Peace, Baby - In My Dream 17. Tiz McNamara - Days Like These 18. Silver Trees - She 19. Rod Coote & Berlyn - Easy To Love 20. Jordan Hart - Only Pieces of the Truth

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Nena Osana Pérez *Supporting character

Voice Claim:(Isabela Merced) https://youtu.be/u9X9TGYDSHQ?t=610

Partner(s): Single. Parents: Ana Morales &  Emilio Pérez Kids: None. Siblings: Catalina Pérez Age: 21 (2021) Birthday: 7th of January Height: 166cm (5.4ft) Body type: Slim but curvier bottom. Eye color: Warm dark brown.

About: ~ Will-strong, Outgoing, Friendly, Playful, Cheerful, Confident, Passionate, Spontaneous, Independent, Helpful, Fun-loving, Good listener, Clumsy, Optimistic, Supportive, Caring and Energetic. ~  Studying to become a vet. ~ Sexuality: Lesbian ~ Long thick hair she colors in bright pastel colors. ~ Glitter is everyday seasoning and will be sprinkled on EVERYTHING! ~ Doesn’t eat breakfast. Ever. ~ Easy to hangout with as she gets along with most people. ~ Lives with a couple roommates. ~ Very close to her family. ~ Doesn’t like the taste of tooth paste. Of course still brushes her teeth. ~ Makes the best grilled salmon sandwiches. ~ Would never do drugs! ~ Hates being compared to E-girls because of her style. ~ 6/10 is an E-girl. ~ Eats a lot of junk food as she’s most nights too busy studying to cook. ~ Has a goldfish named Sushi. ~ Dislikes the scent of cinnamon. ~ Has never been in a relationship, but has casually dated several girls since she was 15. ~ Considers a part time job as dog walker, cause dogs are her favorite animal. ~ Can’t stand the sound of people partying without her! ~ Smells like: Cucumber deodorant.  ~ Often eats barbecue potato chips before bed.  ~ Hates cornbread. ~ Face full of glitter! ~ Never goes out without makeup! ~ Has a contagious laughter. ~ Would love to own an animal sanctuary one day. ~ Saving money for tattoos. ~ Always spending money for tattoos. ~ It’s a vicious circle. ~ Borderline vegetarian. ~ Loves partying, dancing, anything that makes her laugh, animals, waffles,  anything that taste citrusy, chocolate ice cream with cherries, hanging out with friends, Netflix, Vanilla scented candles, freshly washed bedsheets, summer, her stuffed toy puppy Alfredo, her goldfish Sushi, actual Sushi, succulents, pastel colors, watermelon, gummy bears, Almond pies, grilled fish, coconut cookies, blueberry Vodka and Chocolate Mousse. ~ Her style is very casual and often with baggy pants. ~ Has a bit of an attitude.

Nena’s tag Nena’s house/home Nena’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe her:

One song to describe her: Black Eyed Peas, J Balvin - RITMO (Bad Boys For Life)   Personal Playlist: 1. Snow Tha Product - How I Do It 2. Black Eyed Peas, Ozuna, J. Rey Soul - MAMACITA   3. Billie Eilish - Therefore I Am 4. Daddy Yankee & Snow - Con Calma   5. Labrinth - Still Don’t Know My Name 6. La Nota - MTZ Manuel Turizo x Rauw Alejandro x Myke Towers 7. Akon - Como No ft. Becky G   8. DJ Snake, J. Balvin, Tyga - Loco Contigo 9. Gorillaz - Ascension 10. Pedro Capó, Farruko - Calma (Remix - Official Video) 11. Anitta feat. Cardi B & Myke Towers - Me Gusta 12, Enrique Iglesias - Bailando ft. Descemer Bueno, Gente De Zona 13. Lele Pons - Celoso 14. BENEE - Supalonely ft. Gus Dapperton   15. Jonas Blue - Fast Car ft. Dakota   16. Shakira - Me Enamoré   17. OneRepublic, Seeb - Rich Love 18. Kygo - Happy Now ft. Sandro Cavazza 19. Flume & Chet Faker – This Song Is Not About A Girl   20. The Chainsmokers - Hope ft. Winona Oak

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Graham Russel  *Supporting character Voice Claim: (Joel Courtney) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTEwJ676D_c

Partner(s): None.   Parents: Tony and Bethany Russel. Kids: None Siblings: None. Age: 14 (2020) Birthday: 30th of June Height: 168 cm. Body type: Skinny, but with a bit of muscle tone. Eye color: Light blue with brown around the iris.

About: ~ Adventurous, open-minded, casual, playful, sloppy, friendly, social, cheeky, naive, outgoing, random, athletic, lonely,  daring and stubborn. ~ Surfer. ~ Sexuality, Gay. ~ Has brown half-long hair. ~ Still a teen, so hasn’t fully developed his personality yet, and is a bit all over the place, trying to figure himself out. ~ Born to American parents, but grew up in UK. Has a slight British accent on some words, otherwise speaks with an American accent. ~ Ran away from his parents, cause they didn’t want a gay son. ~ Lives on the beach in a bungalow, his friends, Sylvester, Walter, Zuri and Isla. ~ Doesn’t speak with his parents. ~ Used to be homeless. ~ Considers Walter his big brother although they aren’t related. Walter found Graham on the streets when he was just 12, and decided to take him under his wing. ~ Loves the surfer life. ~ Dreams of becoming a famous surfer. ~ Would like to travel the world. ~ Spends a lot of time at the beach, and if he can’t be found there, he’s probably at home watching Netflix. ~ Doesn’t attend school anymore. ~ Smells like ocean, the beach, salty skin and energy drinks.  ~ Can’t cook. ~ Smokes weed. ~ Can binge Netflix for days without leaving the house. ~ Would love to learn how to play guitar. ~ Often seen in bare feet. ~ Gets into fights when people have a problem with him being gay. But is trying to learn not to fight back. ~ Has a huge crush on the actor Luke Evans. ~ Loves Surfing, swimming, diving,bonfires, Netflix, Luke Evans, Cinnamon Rolls, pizza,  gummy bears, popcorn, energy drinks, cake, scented candles, Christmas, smoothies and Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.  ~ His style is pretty casual, usually some sort of loose fitted tank top and shorts. ~ Is very close to Walter.

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One song to describe him:  Alec Benjamin - Boy In The Bubble Personal Playlist: 1. Soja - Jah Atmosphere 2. Jimmy Cliff - I Can See Clearly Now 3. John Mayer - New Light 4. Beck - Up All Night 5. Tessa Violet - I Like (the idea of) You 6. The Regrettes - Seashore 7. Jack Johnson - You Can’t Control it 8. Beach Bunny - Prom Queen 9. Childish Gambino - Feels Like Summer 10. Chelou - Out Of Sight 11. Boy Pablo - Feeling Lonely 12. The Revivalists - Wish I Knew You