#her name is mandu

[sookilini]

I’ll have you know my boyfriend and I are parenting at the moment sorry the comic pages are taking so long its not easy being 20 year old teen parents guys

[softquietsteadylove]

Spicy Addams Family AU? 🔥

The curtains fluttered in the breeze, the air simply too hot to close all the windows. They swayed further into the library and then back towards the sun streaming in, as if gossiping with the rays and the shelves about what they witnessed.

His mouth was hot against hers, tongues dallying in a way she had never imagined tongues could do. She had never seen him quite so demanding, always soft spoken and amiable. He was a true gentleman, and the gentleman had his hand sliding up her leg, heavy skirts of her dress be damned.

Thena turned the page delicately, as if the sound of it would immediately alert her mother to the book of hers Thena had found sitting unguarded. She wasn't allowed to read any of Mother's romances. Something about them not being for her eyes. But she was quite ready to be free of her parents, she thought. And it was just a book.

Gil would tell her to read it.

Her back hit the shelves behind her as they continued in their lasciviousness. He uttered a sound that rumbled from his chest. His hands grew feverish, clawing up her dress until he could grasp her thigh and hoist her higher. His lips, ever demanding, pressed to her neck, following the path of her throat to the neckline of her dress.

Thena sunk further down against her many pillows. Her legs twisted under her plush white duvet. The prose of the book were certainly romantic. Perhaps more...detailed than she would have expected.

He pushed her dress up further and further. The skirts of it pooled up around him until she no longer had an unobstructed view of him. She had half a mind to ask what he was doing, but the half a mind she possessed still became hazy. His mouth pressed to the inside of her thigh, dragging her stockings down and out of his way. She did not know mouths were meant for these sorts of things.

What sorts of things?

His tongue found her first. That clever, gentle and sometimes overly honest tongue he possessed. It touched her in her barest form, sliding around the bends and folds of her. He pressed it firmly to the nerves collected at the peak of her womanhood. She had never felt such sensations before.

Thena shifted in her bed again. She wasn't entirely sure what nerves they were talking about, nor why they were calling it 'her womanhood'. She swallowed but it sounded dry to her ears, her room otherwise deathly silent. Not even Theseus was awake.

Her back arched. She ran her fingers through the thick locks of dark hair upon his head. He kissed her between her legs the same way he had her mouth. Sounds she had never before uttered escaped her. Her cheeks were flushed hot. The rest of her flushed hotter.

Thena indeed found herself pressing her fingertips to her cheeks. Her legs squirmed again. She made a face as she pressed her thighs together, a curious sensation building between them. She could picture the happenings of the book well. The man with his broad shoulders, his dark hair.

It built and built until she was on the precipice of undoing. She tilted her head up, her breasts heaving against her corset. The thick collection of her brown hair-

No, no that wasn't right. Thena squeezed her eyes shut, her legs rubbing like a cricket's. That wasn't what was in her head. She dug her shoulders into her pillow. She lost where she was on the page, hunting to continue.

His manhood-

Again with the obscurities. She at least knew the word for it.

His manhood throbbed in the open air. She had little time to examine it in its glory before he was bringing her hips closer, to the very edge of the ladder until they could be joined.

They had moved to the ladder in the bit she missed. Oh well.

She allowed him to enter her, filling her in ways she had never imagined. Her whole body folded around him, pulsing with the beating of her heart. He was thick, and he began moving immediately.

Thena pressed her lips together. Her hips swivelled and she slipped a hand under the covers. She too had to inch up the hem of her nightdress until she could find her own skin. There was a dampness between her thighs that was most certainly not her monthly.

He moved gently at first, rocking like waves against the shore. This was the act of love making. The physical profession of love, she thought. Two bodies entangled in the most intimate sense of the word. She slid her arm across his wide shoulders and tugged at the hair at the back of his head. Lovemaking was all well and good, but she wanted more.

She had heard fucking was also the physical act of love.

Thena breathed heavier as she read. Lovemaking in the poetic language became detailed, bordering on graphic. The man grew more energetic, words like 'pounding' and 'rutting' jumping out at her from the page. Her fingers, now coated in the wetness between her legs, ventured further.

Her jaw dropped faintly as she pushed where she had not pushed before. Perhaps this was the collection of nerves of which they spoke. She touched it lightly at first, before realising certain angles were too much. She changed approach, rubbing it downward from above.

She let out a faint moan, still far too loud for her echously large room lit only by her lamp. She pressed her head into her pillow, no longer concerned with what was happening on the page.

They were in the middle of fucking, as it were. The man was 'pounding' into her, his 'thickness' moving in and out of her at such speeds. Hips were rolling, bodies were writhing, it was all quite a lot.

"Gil."

She didn't mean to say it. It just...slipped out. Her mind was moving faster than before, but she also wasn't thinking clearly. Her fingers moved faster, trying to bring about something. Her head rolled to the side.

She could imagine Gil as the book's beloved hero. He was tall, with broad shoulders, dark hair. He was kind, and had a sweet nature to him, but not without his own sense of mischief.

Gil had soft looking lips. He had a wide back and thick arms. He was warm, and he always smelled nice whenever they were in close proximity. His hand would hold hers gently as they went up or down the stairs.

She could imagine Gil's lips on her neck, like in the book. She could practically feel his hands on her skin, his sturdy but gentle grip holding her as he grasped her thighs.

"Gil," she whimpered, tracing around those nerves again. There was more wetness, now. Her hands did grow feverish (the book was right).

He would kiss her like that. She would know what it felt like for his incoming moustache to scratch her skin. Perhaps he would kiss her between her legs, like in this library scene. Would they make love? Or would they fuck?

"Yes," she gasped, eyes sealed shut and hand moving faster. He would whisper sweetly to her, call her pretty like he did that day it was raining.

Something was coming. She tried to bring it forth. She picked up speed, changed angle, went back when she felt it slipping further away. Her breathing became feverish and she felt the flush in her skin spread all over her body.

Thena rolled onto her side, squeezing her thighs around her hand as her insides pulsed rapidly. She dug her nails into her pillow and held her lips together as she made sounds she'd never heard herself make. It felt like a fever, like her muscles had been tense and finally released. It felt like relief.

She rolled onto her back again, practically panting for breath, for which she felt a little foolish. It was just her in here, with her hand and a book. She could understand why mother had forbade her from reading them. Such heretical things they printed!

She picked up the fallen book, eagerly searching for where she had left off. Not that she would be resuming her activity with it, but it was still a story in need of completion.

She nearly yelped as a tapping on her window startled her. The book fell from her grasp as she looked at her balcony. It was Gil's messenger, a corvid named Mandu. She cleared her throat, pulling up the strap of her nightdress and wrapping her shawl around her to greet the bird properly. "Come in."

The creature obliged, flapping from the rail of the balcony to her writing desk, tilting his head.

Thena flushed with guilt. Gil was asking if she'd read the book he had sent her home with from their last visit. And if she hadn't been distracted by her mother's...diversion, she would have finished it by now.

The bird eyed her, surely wanting to return home.

"Sorry," she gave him an apologetic smile before hurriedly scribbling a reply.

She was extra sorry for lying. She wouldn't normally!--not to Gil, at least. But this was a unique circumstance. So just this once, she would tell a small fib. And she would read the book right away! It wouldn't be a fib for long.

She examined the hastily scribbled message.

It's a beautiful story. I can see why you treasure it so. I'll tell you all the parts I loved most when you visit next week.

They never bothered addressing their little messages anymore. It was too formal for a correspondence they engaged in almost daily. She spritzed the paper lightly with the perfume she had been given for her birthday before folding the letter and securing it to Mandu's back.

"Thank you," she smiled at the dark feathered messenger. "Safe travels."

The bird nodded to her, too smart to crow loudly in the dead of night. He took off again, flying into the bright moonlight outside. Thena closed her glass doors with a sigh, feeling as if she'd been caught in the midst of something scandalous.

She looked over at Theseus, still asleep under his heat lamp, much to her relief. No, it was her business alone what she was doing, or reading. That book could wait though. If need be, she would return it to mother the very next morning to avoid suspicion. She could say she left it in the sunroom and feared the cover would fade in the light.

She had to finish Gil's book first. If she finished it, her message would not be a lie anymore. And then she could feel at least a little less guilty about the events of this night.

How she would look him in the eye when she did see him next was another matter entirely.

[jeneveuxrein]

inevitable (BLACKPINK Jennie)

word count: 7.5K

(something light, in a sense it’s the prequel to best behavior, but my apologies for not getting this out when it was supposed to be, enjoy!)

-- --

The question is out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. It’s become a habit more than anything, but you promised it would be something you break in the new year.

You just didn���t expect the answer to change.

“Okay, Tuesday works.”

Your jaw almost drops, but your lips stay in a straight line, slowly curling up. If you’re being honest, you want to scream at the top of your lungs because finally.

“Sweet,” You answer nonchalantly. “I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Sure,” The woman stands from the barstool, a soft smile on her face. One you’re not familiar with, especially directed at you. It’s sincere, and personal that it almost feels like you’re seeing a side that’s been waiting to be shown. There’s something in your chest that blooms. “See you then.”

A small wave from her friend has you returning it back, watching them walk away. You hear giggles, and you know she could never keep her excitement to herself.

It sets in quickly as the door shuts behind the pair, internally fist pumping. All the time and effort finally paid off.

Kim Jennie said yes.

-- --

You laughed at Lisa’s joke, sipping your beer as you leaned against the counter. She was telling a story about how one of her dancers walked in on her changing, ogling a second too long that she ran out of the room. Only things like this would happen to her.

Someone asked a question when she walked in.

You almost dropped your drink because there was no one that had ever caught your attention like she did.

She practically lit up the room, and for some reason, you felt a little lighter. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this felt pretty damn close.

You played your cool, not wanting to seem too forward, too eager, to talk to her. That didn’t mean your eyes glanced away, they kept searching for her in the room as Jisoo pulled her into whoever they walked by. There were handshakes and hugs, and you wondered where you’d fall.

Your heartbeat lightly thudded on your chest when they were a few feet away. You’d soon get to meet her, and you hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself.

“Jendeukie,” Jisoo fondly called her as they stood in front of you. She introduced your name. You froze when your eyes met her—love at first sight never seemed so close, because you’d have to bet she felt it too.

Whatever it was.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jennie extended her hand out, a shy smile in her face

“Right back at you,” Throwing her a wink as her hand gripped around your palm. You noticed how soft her hand was, small too, but there was something about it that just fit right.

“Oppa! Don’t you dare,” Jisoo slapped your arm enough for your hand to drop Jennie’s. “I refuse to let the mandu be part of your list. Absolutely not.” She shook her head, disapproving already when you hadn’t said more than four words to her.

Jisoo dragged Jennie away before you could respond.

Lisa chuckled next to you, shaking her head. She knew you too well to know you were instantly attracted to the woman. It was obvious on your face. “Please don’t.”

“I’m going to marry her,” You said simply.

Lisa almost spit out her drinking. You weren’t one to mention commitment when you were dating all these women, let alone marriage.

“What?”

“I’m going to marry Jennie,” You shrugged, as if it was for certain, a small smile formed on your face when your eyes met her across the room.

A smile returned.

--

You groaned, frustrated again at Jennie’s rejection. You didn’t understand why she was being difficult. You thought she was interested in you.

“Unnie said no again, huh?” Rosie asked, chuckling as the waiter took away the empty plates.

“I literally don’t get it,” You shook your head at your phone screen, re-reading Jennie’s no. “Does she not like me?”

Rosie rolled her eyes, used to your dramatics. “She probably doesn’t like you the way you do if she’s said no four times already.”

It had been a month since you met Jennie, and you saw her frequently, thanks to Lisa inviting you to come along. At first, you didn’t want to go, but she’d slip in that Jennie would be there too. It was an easy decision to join whatever they did, even though you’d end up taking an insane amount of pictures.

Jennie was shy.

Or, at the very least, shy around you.

You would describe it as ‘shy’ because she hardly interacted with you. You had to approach her first, grasping at straws to have any kind of conversation with her.

You were able to get her number one night after clubbing, mentioning this restaurant that you thought she would like. It was the perfect segue to ask her out, but you later saw on her socials she went with one of her friends. She did, however, message you a thank you for the recommendation.

“I don’t get why you’re trying so hard,” Rosie commented as you pouted at your device. “Jennie’s never had a boyfriend, and sorry if it’s harsh, but I genuinely don’t think you’d be her first serious relationship.”

Something you knew very early on, but you were aware of the effect she had on men and women alike. You witnessed a lot of people ask her out. She entertained it, flirting right in front of you.

It wasn’t like you could say anything. You were just some guy that was around Jennie. You weren’t even sure she considered you a friend.

“You’re right,” You flip your phone over. “It’s probably not meant to be.”

You knew you wouldn’t listen to Rosie. There was something in your gut that told you to keep trying.

It felt inevitable.

--

You were almost at your breaking point. You didn’t know what would push you over the edge, but you were sure it was close.

Jennie said no again.

You offhandedly asked her to dinner after walking her to the train station. You took the opportunity to be alone with her while the others took a car to their respective homes.

You were thankful for your ‘friendship’ that had developed over the past few months. It had gotten to the point where you could hold a conversation, and she wouldn’t look at you with a blank stare. She even sometimes approached you, asking how you were and what was going on in your life.

Yet, you couldn’t figure it out.

Some days she’d always be near you, keeping you within arms reach.

Other days, she’d hardly look your way.

Rosie was also confused by Jennie’s attitude toward you. It took some time, but after a while, over a quick bite after work, she asked you if anything was going on. You couldn’t give her an answer since you were trying to make something happen, but rejection was always the outcome. Rosie didn’t know what was going on. She even went on to tell you that she asked Jennie herself how she felt about you, but she couldn’t get an answer out of her.

You were rolling with the punches at this point.

Christmas was around the corner and you wanted to do coupley things with someone, but the someone you wanted to do it with was making it difficult.

The worst part of hearing another rejection was that you had to see Jennie this evening.

Sana was hosting a holiday get-together slash birthday party before your friends leave to spend the end of the year with their families. She was adamant that you had to go because there was a surprise that you didn’t want to miss. When it came to Sana, you had to be weary. It took a bit of convincing, but you reluctantly said yes when all you wanted to do was stay home and play video games, especially with how work had been going.

Lisa mentioned earlier in the week that Jennie would also be there, which your enthusiasm to be at the same place with her waned these past few weeks. You’d be happy to see her, but at the same time, the no thank you she gave you echoed in your head.

You arrived at Sana’s, knocking on the door as you waited for someone to answer. You heard the sound of conversation on the other side, which meant the party was in full swing. A moment later, Momo opened the door, face lighting up as soon as she saw you.

“Oppa! You made it,” Momo greeted, hugging you briefly before ushering you in. You weren’t used to her being this excited to see you. She usually just gave you a nod, but as soon as you entered, you felt something was up.

“Hi Momo,” You smiled, handing her the bottle of wine Sana demanded you bring as you took your shoes off.

“Go to the kitchen,” Momo nodded encouragingly, the same smile still on her face when you walked in.

This is weird, you thought before doing exactly what she said.

You said your hello’s to a few of your friends, who had the same excitement on their face as you walked by.

You saw Jennie across the room, next to one of her friends, Hyujin, and Jisoo, laughing at something the latter was saying. She looked up as soon as you walked by. You didn’t say anything except shooting her a small smile before reaching the kitchen.

You scanned the room, noting the food and alcohol spread prepared by Sana, before your eyes fell on the back of someone familiar. You couldn’t quite place it, but you saw this person conversing with Sana and Lisa.

Sana shrieked when she realized you were there, halting most, if not all, of the conversations in her apartment.

“Oppa! Come here!” Sana waved you over, and as she did, the person in question turned around and you couldn’t help the grin forming on your face. “Look who it is,” She pointed excitedly.

Mina.

--

Being in the presence of your ex-girlfriend was a pleasant surprise.

You hadn’t seen Mina since she graduated and moved back to Japan. You spoke with her a few times, wishing birthdays mostly, but that was the extent. You kept up with her socials and whatever Sana or Momo would tell you, and from what you gathered, she had been doing great.

She was also still as beautiful as you remembered. Time had made her even more so, that you felt you were in the presence of a goddess.

You told her exactly that, which was met with an eye roll and a cheeky smile.

“Still with the compliments?” Mina shook her head, cheeks turning red as she sipped her wine.

“Never enough for you,” You leaned forward, hand resting on the back of the seat.

To your friends, the witnesses of your relationship, they wouldn’t think anything of it. It was a familiar sight to be close with Mina, regardless of how much time has passed. They knew how hard it was on you when the relationship ended, but everyone knew that it wouldn’t last. She was always meant to go back to Japan. There was an expiration date the moment you decided to be together.

Could you have followed her to Japan? Yes, but would you? Probably not.

You were in love with her, but you were glad you experienced your first heartbreak with her.

It was a lot of catching up, talking about what happened then, in between, and now. Mina was doing well for herself, developing games for one of the country's biggest companies. She lived a simple life, hanging out with her friends and occasionally traveling with her family abroad.

You were proud of who she had become. She wasn’t the same woman you fell in love with all those years ago–shy, reserved–that much was obvious. She was still shy, but there was an air of confidence around her that wasn’t there before. She glowed, smiling at your stories and laughing at your antics. You could tell she was proud of you too.

The topic of relationships came up, which Mina told you candidly that she was seeing someone. His name was Kyo, a bit of a hot-head, but he was only ever like that with his cousins. You were happy she found someone who drew her out of her shell.

In love always looked good on her, even if that meant it wasn’t with you.

“What about you?” Mina placed her wine glass on the counter, the rest of your friends in their own conversations around you. They’d join in, but ultimately left you two in your own space.

“What about me?” You sighed. “I haven’t really dated anyone since you.”

Mina tilted her head, analyzing your face. It was jarring whenever she did that. She always said there were ‘tells’ when you liked someone, even on a superficial level. Having been her friend before you started dating, she could figure out if there was a crush involved.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Mina’s eyes squinted, lip pouting as she took her eyes off you to look behind you. “But then will you tell me why I’ve been on the receiving end of a death glare since you sat down with me?” You almost turned around, but she rushed out, “Don’t.”

“What’re you talking about?” You raised an eyebrow, confused.

“You like someone, and they’re here, aren’t they?”

Leave it to Mina who could always see right through you.

A dejected yes fell from your lips, shoulders dropping as you quietly explained the situation with Jennie. There wasn’t much to say except you had been asking her out for quite some time, but it hadn’t gotten anywhere.

“I don’t know her, but if I had to wager, she probably likes you too.”

There was no way.

Jennie hadn’t come up to you since you arrived. You hadn’t even thought of her until now, too swept up with Mina’s presence .

“Doubtful.”

Mina made a humming sound before changing the subject, not commenting on it anymore. You didn’t have it in you to ask.

--

You waited for the elevator when you heard a set of footsteps approaching you. Your pulse quickened when you saw Jennie and Hyujin walking towards you. You decided to leave the party as soon as Jeongyeon suggested the start of playing games, mainly because you didn’t want to referee disagreements between Jihyo and Nayeon. It somehow always fell on you.

“Hi,” You bowed your head slightly the closer the pair got to you.

Hyujin smiled, giving you a soft hey as she stood next to you. The other woman looked at you with a tight smile before facing the elevator.

“Oh, shit,” Hyujin said after looking through her purse, “I have Jisoo’s keys. I’ll be back. If the elevator comes, I’ll just meet you in the lobby.”

Hyujin took off right as the elevator doors opened. You internally groaned as Jennie walked in, following after her.

Once the elevator door closed, you felt the hairs on your neck stand. The air around you suddenly felt tense, and you didn’t know what to do. You watched the numbers decrease, the elevator descending that it felt like forever being in such close quarters with her.

“How was your night?” Jennie’s voice came out so softly. You almost didn’t hear her.

“Oh, uh, well it was great.”

“Good. I’m glad,” You braced yourself, sensing her next question. “You spent a lot of time talking with Mina-ssi. How do you two know each other?”

“She’s my ex-girlfriend,” You raised your arm to scratch the back of your head. You had no reason to feel embarrassed, but you felt the need to explain yourself. “We dated in school, but broke up because she moved back to Japan. We’re still cordial.”

Jennie turned her head slightly, giving you an inscrutable expression. You still couldn’t figure her out, but if you had to describe it, she looked annoyed.

“Ex-girlfriend?” You didn’t miss the way she emphasized the first part. “It seemed a little cozy between you two.”

You were getting baited, and you fell for it.

“Mina has a boyfriend,” You deadpanned, crossing your arms.

“Sure she does,” Jennie rolled her eyes. “She didn’t act like she had one.”

Whatever she implied, you wouldn’t have any of it. You had always been protective of Mina, and her comment pissed you off.

“You don’t know her, so watch what you’re saying,” You said lowly, eyes glaring as she turned her body to face you.

“If I had a boyfriend, I don’t think he’d like me cozying up with someone that wasn’t him.”

“Why do you care?” You turned, nearly towering over her as she looked up, “Why do you care what Mina does? Wait, I think the better question is, why do you care what I do?”

Jennie scoffed, shaking her head, “I don’t know how that relates to anything-”

“I know you were staring at us when we spoke. Mina felt it across the room,” You cut her off. You took a small step forward, invading her space when you heard her breath hitch. “Jealous?” You grinned as her eyes widened.

The elevator ringing broke whatever trance you two were in. You stepped back, giving Jennie space as you watched her shake her head.

“Goodnight Jennie. I’ll see you around,” You say quietly, nodding as you walk away.

You didn’t know what the hell that was, but you didn’t look back. Your thoughts were in a mess because you saw a glimpse of how Jennie felt.

You couldn’t get your hopes up again.

-- --

“Just checking in,” The waitress serving your table is here again, for the fourth time. “Your date will be arriving soon, yes?”

“Yes,” You lie because you haven’t heard from Jennie since this morning to confirm the time and location. “She’s stuck in some bad traffic.”

The waitress nods politely, walking away before she stands among her colleagues. They whisper something, shooting you pitiful looks and it adds to the sting of how the night’s unfolding.

Jennie’s late.

Today is also her birthday, which you were completely unaware of.

The only reason you know is because later in the morning, while checking your socials, Lisa posted a picture of a birthday greeting to Jennie. You immediately called Rosie to make sure, uncaring that you woke her up in the middle of the night since she was in Australia. She hung up as soon as she said yes.

You didn’t think Jennie would want to spend part of her birthday with you, of all people. You also didn’t think she wouldn’t share this piece of information with you. Your mistake for not knowing it was her birthday because she only ever said it was at the beginning of the year. Sure, you could have asked for an exact date, but still.

This wasn’t how you expected things to go.

Things were weird between you and Jennie after Sana’s party. You didn’t bother meeting with them when Lisa invited you. You had to clear your head because all these mixed signals from Jennie were throwing you off. If you were in the same vicinity, especially with the not-tense exchange in the elevator, you were sure you’d say something you’d regret. You were still surprised she didn’t slap you for what you said. It was warranted.

You saw her right before the year ended, and things were the same–in a way.

You still spoke to each other the same, but there was something between you that you couldn’t ignore. She felt it too. There was some truth to what you said, even if it was very little, because she acted very much like a jealous girlfriend. You contemplated talking to Lisa about it, someone who gave reasonable advice, but opted not to because Lisa had been trying to get you two together, that it would make her try harder.

Jennie was more guarded than when you first met her. She was still polite and open to talking to you, but you got the impression there was more she wanted to say. She never did, leaving you to wonder.

Then, you happened to be meeting Jinseok and Habin for drinks after work when you saw Jennie sitting alone at the bar. You didn’t want to say hello, but something compelled you to. When you approached, Jennie’s face lit up in surprise, but a small smile formed. You made small talk, asking about her day and what she was doing there, which she said she was waiting for Hyujin in the ladies’ room before they went off to dinner.

You couldn’t help yourself from asking will you go on a date with me, but the words fell from your mouth. You froze, realizing that you didn’t intend to ask her out again, but it happened and she actually agreed.

Jennie chose today as the day, but she’s not even here. You were losing hope that she was even going to show since she’s thirty minutes late. The sympathetic looks you’re receiving from the staff has you feeling low.

You fold the napkin on your lap, placing it on the table. You couldn’t wait anymore, chalking this date as a fluke. She probably didn’t mean to say yes.

When you turn to wave your waitress over, you’re met with the sight of Jennie rushing towards you. She pants, out of breath, once she reaches the table, shaking her head.

“I’m so sorry,” You hear her say, watching her lean on the chair. “My phone died as I was leaving my place, and there was traffic because of the snow.”

You lower your hand, giving her an understanding nod. It didn’t matter if she was another thirty minutes late. None of that matters now because she was always going to show up.

“Happy birthday, Jen,” You say softly, standing to help her take her coat off.

She gives you the brightest smile, which has you absolutely giddy.

--

It’s getting late, but no one in the restaurant seems to mind. It’s practically empty except for a couple of the staff–your waitress included–as they begin setting up to close. You assume they wanted to see how the night would pan out.

This has been the best date you’ve ever been on, and you hope that there’s another and another.

It’s different being with Jennie like this.

You’re so used to being with her with other people around, that being alone with her made you nervous you wouldn’t have anything to talk about. Surprisingly, you had a lot to talk about. She’s much more open with you, telling you about her day and how her coworkers held her up after work to ask more details about the date she was going on. You teased her, which she took in stride because it was a big deal she had a date. She explained she didn’t talk that much about her private life, but it slipped out that she had plans with someone–a man of all people–to celebrate her birthday.

“I didn’t even know it was your birthday. I found out through Lisa’s post.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to think it was a big deal.”

It is a big deal that you’re spending part of her birthday with her, and she knows it. She’s making a statement, and you think you’re understanding it correctly.

You’re also learning Jennie’s much more expressive than she lets on. She’s generally cool and collected, smiling at the right times, when she’s around you and her friends. She’s animated when she tells you about herself, what she likes, dislikes, and how she cried watching a recent drama because it was so sweet. You’ve watched her expressions change throughout the night as she tells you things you’ve never heard about her.

“You didn’t have to pay,” Jennie looks away when the waitress picks up the bill, your card tucked in between the folds. “I’m still sorry for being late.”

“It’s fine,” You wave her off. You planned to pay anyway, regardless if it was her birthday or not. You cared the most about Jennie showing up. She scared you a bit running late, but she’s here.

“You say it is, but I feel terrible about it,” You can tell she means it. “I didn’t want you to be upset.”

“Jennie,” You say softly, reaching for her hand on the table, hoping it wouldn’t be too much. She doesn’t flinch, thankfully. “It’s okay. You’re here. I’m honored you wanted to spend part of today with me.”

“Still,” Jennie pouts, and it makes you want to kiss it away.

“Answer me this then,” You rub the back of her hand with your thumb, “Why’d you finally say yes? I’ve been asking you out for months.”

You can see the wheels turning in her head as she formulates an answer. The waitress is back with the paid bill, giving her time to think of a response as you sign. Once you shut the book, you wait expectantly.

Jennie sighs, this time reaching for your hand, absentmindedly playing with your fingers, “I couldn’t really give you an answer. I’ve seen how you interact with girls and Jisoo-unnie has been in my ear about how you’re a player and not good to women. She even went as far to call you a pig,” You couldn’t stop the eyeroll if you wanted to, which Jennie doesn’t miss. “But after seeing how you were with Mina, it’d made me think Jisoo’s wrong, and that it’d be nice to be with you like that.”

“So you were jealous,” You smirk behind your wine glass. Jennie pinches your skin, but quickly soothes the area with her finger.

“I wouldn’t call it jealousy,” Jennie shakes her head, adding, “I don’t get jealous.”

“Sure.” She’s in denial, but this is still too new for you to start joking with her like that–whatever this is.

“Anyways, I saw a side of you I’ve never seen,” Jennie’s gaze meets yours. “I just thought that could be with me.”

You take a moment to process everything she said, but it’s all jumbled with how she’s looking at you.

The only thought you have right now is that you want to kiss her.

--

“Jennie,” You groan as your back hits the doorknob, metal digging into your body as she presses herself against you.

“What?” Jennie murmurs against your lips, hands swiftly moving to unbutton your coat, shrugging the article of clothing down your shoulders before it hits the hardwood floor.

“We don’t have to do anything,” You moan out after her teeth bite gently on your bottom lip.

You didn’t think the night would end like this.

You offered her a ride home since you drove, and you didn’t exactly trust a stranger since it was late. She declined at first because she lived on the other side of the city, and she didn’t want you to go out of your way. She relented after assuring her that you wanted to, adding sweetly that it was making up for the time spent waiting for her.

You couldn’t explain it, but something shifted once you entered the car. The tension was palpable that you couldn’t do anything but focus on the road. At one point, Jennie took your hand and placed it on her thigh. Her fingers played with your hand, lightly brushing over your skin that had your body shivering underneath her touch.

If Jennie noticed your internal struggle, she didn’t say anything. She kept on talking as if your body wasn’t having a visceral reaction.

As soon as you parked in the driveway, shutting the car off, Jennie turned to you, fingers interlaced, “Do you want to come inside?”

You berated yourself for making a simple question sound so dirty, but you nodded dumbly as Jennie smiled. She let go of your hand and turned away to open the car door. You hurried out of the car to get the door for her, which you were able to open it enough for her to stand up. When you shut the door, she leaned against the car, looking up at you.

Neither of you moved, but all of a sudden, her lips were on yours and your hand shot out to grip the car frame. Her arms encircled around your neck, pulling your body flush against hers. You heard the soft moan as your tongue grazed her bottom lip, automatically granting you access that ignites a fire.

You thought of your first kiss with Jennie in your head multiple times, but the reality was so much better. Her lips were soft, but demanding, as the months leading up this moment boiled over. You felt all the pent up energy in your body leave as your tongues wrestled in a frenzy.

Jennie pulled away, breaking the kiss, as her hand found its way on your chest to gently push you off. You didn’t say anything as she dragged you towards the entrance, dazed from the kiss.

You probably should have paid more attention to your surroundings, but you wrapped your arms around Jennie as she inserted the key into the lock, making sure she knew exactly how she made you feel.

Once the door opened, Jennie pounced.

“I know we don’t,” Jennie tears her lips off yours, trailing kisses on your jaw. “I want you.”

“Are you sure?” Your control’s slipping when she sucks lightly on your neck. You want her, that much was obvious. You also want her in the morning and the next.

“Yes, and before you ask again, yes,” Jennie leans back to look at you, giving you a small nod that she feels the same.

You’re about to say something when Jennie drops to her knees, hands unbuckling your belt and untucking your dress shirt. Your head falls back, hitting the door as she quickly undoes the button.

“I want,” You try to get out but Jennie palms you through your briefs, “To go out again.”

“We will,” Jennie nods, slipping her hand underneath the waistband before a soft fist encircles around your cock. “You’re bigger than I imagined,” She comments as she strokes you slowly.

It goes straight to your head as she frees you from the confines of the fabric, shrugging your pants down mid-thigh. You watch her eyes widen as she sees your cock up close.

“Jennie,” You grit out, the sight of your cock over her face has you losing your balance. You’re thankful the door’s holding you upright.

Jennie gives you an innocent look before her next move has her everything but. She pokes her tongue, flicking your tip, that has you pressing your weight against the door. Your hands ball into a fist as you watch her kiss all over your cock. She licks up and down, swirling over the tip, and you can’t help the guttural groan leaving your body as her lips wrap around the head.

That’s when you knew you were in trouble.

You’re entranced as Jennie slowly takes more of you inside her mouth. You could cum right then and there, and you almost do the moment your tip touches her throat. She coughs slightly, pulling back for air.

“I don’t think I could take you right now,” Jennie whispers, gaze locked on you while her hands don’t remain idle.

“Practice makes perfect,” You quip, ignoring the tension in your stomach as her mouth engulfs you again. Her cheeks hollow out, the suction causing your eyes to roll back. “You’re so good.”

“Am I?” Your cock’s out of her mouth, a resounding pop echoes through the house.

“Yes,” You nod, bringing a gentle hand to thread through her locks. Her expression darkens, eyes filled with lust that has you wondering how far you could go. “So good.”

Jennie raises herself, keeping her hand around your cock. You gulp when she leans against you, breath against your lips, “As much as I’d like to drain you with my mouth, which I will at some point, I need this,” She squeezes your cock, the pain never felt so good, “Inside me.”

You can’t do anything but nod. Jennie literally has you in the palm of her hands, and if she wanted you to fuck her, who are you to say no?

--

You’re doing everything you possibly can to not snap your hips forward. You’ve resorted to doing mental math because the sensation of Jennie’s pussy wrapped around your cock has your head(s) spinning.

Her walls pulse as your length sinks deeper into her. You couldn’t ignore the sounds falling from her mouth, the soft moans and breathy sighs as her body takes you in.

It isn’t without preparation because you spent a fair amount of time in between her legs. You might’ve gotten drunk on her taste, that she had to physically pull you off from overstimulation. You didn’t know how many times she came, but it was evident on your face and the bedsheet.

“You’re too big,” Jennie pants out, hands wrapped around your wrist, gripping tightly that her nails dig into your skin.

“We can stop,” It pains you to say that, but you don’t want to hurt her.

Jennie frantically shakes her head, biting her lip, “No no no. I want it, please.”

“Baby,” The nickname leaves your mouth easily, and her pussy twitches, “Just breathe.”

Her grip loosens as you watch her chest rise slowly before expelling a long breath. Your jaw clenches as you feel your cock slide in more, and you shouldn’t have glanced down.

It’s absolutely filthy the way she sucks you in. You’re over halfway in, and you genuinely didn’t know if you’d be able to last.

“Kiss me.”

You bring your lips down, distracting her and yourself. She moans into your mouth, greedily swallowing every sound and breath as she wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling you deeper into her body.

“Fuck,” Jennie’s head snaps back, tearing her lips away as her little move brings all of you in.

You swear you feel something leave your body, whether it was your impending orgasm or your soul, you didn’t know. All you know is that having Jennie wrapped around you—tight, wet, and hot—has you burying your face in the crook of her neck.

“You feel so good,” You groan against her skin, pussy tightening at the praise. “Jennie,” You choke out.

“Tell me I’m good,” Jennie commands quietly, and there’s a shift in the air, something you’ve never experienced with any of the women you’ve been with—something darker.

“Who said you were?” You taunt, nipping softly at her ear.

“You don’t think so?” Jennie plays dirty, wrapping her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper into her that has both of you sucking in a breath.

“That definitely wasn’t good,” You grit out as you subtly shift your hips, eyes rolling back as she chuckles.

“I’m sure you could make me,” She kisses you sweetly on the cheek before saying, “You know you want to.”

Things go downhill, or uphill, depending on how you look at it.

In that very moment, her words break something inside you, unleashing the control you tried so hard to keep. You don’t give her, or yourself, any notice when you slide your length out, keeping your tip snug between her lips before thrusting back in, her body jolting at the movement.

“God, yes,” Jennie moans, her limbs hugging you tighter to her body as you start bucking into her, hands sliding underneath her small frame.

You’re not sure if you black out, but the only thing spurring you on is Jennie’s moans and breath on the side of your face as you pump in and out of her slick. You thought it would be difficult, given how long it took for her to take you, but as you move easily within her body, thrusting and rolling your hips to hit that spot inside of her. It’s like she was made for you.

“Jen,” You don’t recognize your voice after a particularly hard thrust and squeeze from her, signaling that you were close.

“That fast?” You don’t need to see her face to know she’s smirking, but it’s a façade. The way she’s pulsing around you proves she’s right there with you.

“You feel so fucking good,” And her pussy reacts, squeezing as her breath hitches, nails scratching down your back. “You like hearing that, huh? Be good for me, baby.”

It happens suddenly, knocking the wind out of you as Jennie’s body seizes, back arching, chest pushed against yours when she screams. A gush of wetness covers you as her orgasm rips through her body, triggering yours that you had no time to pull out. You capture her lips, groaning as you paint her insides white, hips stuttering as her walls throb—pulse—along your cock.

Jennie whines as her wombs fill with your essence, moaning, whispering how good it feels inside her. She rocks her hips, making sure she milks you dry before her limbs sprawl out on the bed.

You’re usually not this reckless, especially when it comes to sex. You tend to use protection, but that seemed to go out the window. Jennie was too determined, too tempting, too hot that it didn’t cross your mind—at all.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You mutter, pulling quickly out as your lust-filled mind clears. Jennie lets out a small gasp. “Fuck I’m so sorry.”

“What? Hey, where are you going?!” Jennie’s legs try to wrap around you before you step away, but you’re quicker.

“We didn’t use protection,” You say harshly, shaking your head at your carelessness.

“Okay? And?” Jennie sits up as you start pacing back and forth in front of her. “I’m clean and on the pill. Are you?”

“Of course I am. I get tested regularly,” You roll your eyes, slightly offended by her accusation.

“Okay, so we’re fine. If I wanted to use a condom, I would’ve made you put one on, so can you just come back to bed. You’re stressing over literally nothing,” Jennie reaches for your arm, pulling you to stand in front of her. “It was great,” She places a soft kiss on your stomach, peering up at you. “Lay with me.”

Jennie’s stronger than she lets on, pulling you down to lay next to her. She rests her head on your chest, locking a leg over yours so you have nowhere to go. It calms you, being wrapped around by her. You sigh contentedly as her finger absentmindedly traces over your abdomen.

“You know,” Jennie says quietly, “I’m sorry for how I’ve been with you since the day we met.”

“You had your reservations, it’s understandable,” You place a soft kiss on her forehead. “But I swear that I’m not that much of a fuckboy as Jisoo makes me out to be.”

Jennie chuckles, shaking her head, “I see that. I do. I think I can trust you.”

“Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend? One date was all it took?” You tease, earning a light slap.

“Maybe take me out some more, and I can see us being together,” Jennie kisses underneath your jaw.

Something blooms in your chest, that same feeling you had when you first saw Jennie all those months ago. It’s scary to feel this strongly about her so quickly, but you’ll lean into the feeling because whether you want to or not, you know you’ll fall in love with her.

If you haven’t already.

“And with how you are in bed,” Jennie murmurs against your skin, “I’m not entirely keen on sharing you with anyone.”

You don’t plan on being with anyone else after her because there’s something there that only she could get to.

Instead of being all sweet and romantic, you opt to respond with a joke, “So you are the jealous type.”

“Possessive might be a better word,” Jennie whispers seductively. “I’m sure it would take very little from me to make you mine.”

“Do I want to be yours?” You quip, rubbing her skin softly.

“I’m sure I could convince you,” Jennie mumbles, kissing you sweetly one last time before she climbs on top of you. “Right?” Her eyes narrow as she subtly grinds along your cock, waking at the movement.

“Maybe,” You nod, eyes locked on her as she smirks.

“Can you go again? Or do you need a break?” Jennie bends forward, meeting your lips with hers. She dips her tongue into your mouth and you moan softly against her.

“I might need some help,” You say sheepishly as she giggles.

“I want you in my mouth anyways,” Jennie murmurs, trailing her lips down your neck as she shifts her body. “I’ll be good.”

And fuck you know she will be.

-- --

“I love you,” Jennie drunkenly mumbles against your lips, wrapping her arms around your neck as she tries to deepen the kiss.

“Baby,” You smile, trying to keep this kiss as PG as possible given you’re at a club with all of your friends.

“I do,” Jennie pulls away, pouting.

That’s the thing you’ve learned about Jennie these past few months. She doesn’t talk about her feelings a lot, but when she does, it’s one of the things you love the most about her.

And yes, you love her. You’re in love with her. You told her after three months of making it official. She didn’t say it back, nor did you expect to. She keeps her feelings to herself, only sharing them with her closest friends. As time went on, she opened up, telling you how she felt in not so many words, but enough to know she was falling for you, hard.

“I love you too, Jen,” You grin, watching her roll her eyes underneath the strobe lights.

“You’re not hearing me, I love you,” Jennie crosses her arms. “Like I’m in love with you.”

Oh.

“You’re drunk,” You shake your head because her telling you she’s in love with you, drunk, in the club, with all your friends around, wasn’t how you expected this confession.

“I am,” Jennie nods, scooting closer to you enough to swing her legs over yours. “But I know what I’m saying and I’m in love with you.”

“You’ll tell me again in the morning?” You raise an eyebrow, not wanting to get your hopes up.

Jennie nods, leaning forward to kiss you again. “I’ll show you just how much I love you till then.”

You tap her legs, moving them away, before standing up. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Jennie asks as you pull her up, interlacing your fingers together.

“Home,” You say simply, and she gives you the brightest smile before nodding.

“Make me cum tonight, yeah?” Jennie whispers seductively in your ear.

Like you won’t.

--

You’ve always been a light sleeper, and when you feel the bed dip, you wake up slowly. You watch Jennie slip on your shirt, feet padding into the bathroom.

Last night was intense in the best kind of way.

Jennie showed you exactly how much she loved you by the way she rode you until you came inside her. She wouldn’t let you rest, keeping your cock inside of her until you got hard again. She begged you to keep fucking her, the word daddy got thrown around, and that was it for you.

Right before she came, she told you she loved you again and you let her come around your cock as you fucked her from behind, thrusting inside of her before you met your release.

Jennie’s back in the room, sliding underneath the blanket before snuggling into your side. “I know you’re awake.”

“What gave me away?” You ask, clearing your throat when you realize your voice is thick with sleep.

“You always wake up whenever I leave the bed,” Jennie murmurs.

“Can’t help that I miss you as soon as you go.”

“Such a sweet talker,” Jennie giggles, “But I do have something to tell you.”

You wait, giving her the time she needs to gather her thoughts.

Jennie lets out a shaky breath before looking at you, “I love you. Like I’m in love with you, and you know that I’m not really someone who expresses my feelings, but yeah I’m in love with you. I think I was always going to since the day I met you.”

You smile, closing your eyes contentedly. “Thanks.”

“What?” Jennie slaps your chest. “Say it back!”

“I love you, Jen,” You open one eye, “You’ve known this.”

“I know,” Jennie huffs, slapping your chest again. “But still.”

“Careful, I don’t need you getting all soft on me now,” You tease and she huffs against your neck.

You might be joking, but you know how serious Jennie’s being. She’s never had a relationship, and you feel some pressure being her first. It’s not enough to have you running because you want to make this work.

She is, after all, the woman you’re going to marry.

-- -- --

[101flavoursofweird]

The character names in Kataow are amazing because first, you have Kipo— lovely name, love how it sounds, and I’m it has some amazing meanings that tie in to Kipo as a character. 

Then you have Wolf. You never learn her previous name, but Kipo calls her Wolf (full name: Wolfatha Christie the Fourth) and Wolf accepts it. She never asks people to stop calling her that. It’s a perfect name for Wolf.

You’ve got Benson. I haven’t met many Bensons (usually, just ‘Ben’) but it sounds familiar and nice. Benson is a nice guy. A good friend.

Mandu is a blue four-eyed and six-legged pig, named after the dumplings Kipo’s dad used to make. It’s a little odd but hey, mute pig— and it has sentimental meaning to Kipo— so it fits Mandu perfectly.

You’ve got Kipo’s family Lio (not an uncommon name) and Song (beautiful name) and Hugo— they all fit well with Kipo. 

Hugo later takes the name Scarlemagne— a play on ‘Scar’ and Charlemagne’. That’s so clever! 

There’s also Jamack, Troy, Dr Emilia (sounds like a normal human name, but still cool for an antagonist), and may we not forget Yumyan Hammerpaw. 

And then you have… Dave. Just Dave. Dave the Bug. Dave the metamorphosing bug mute. This is so hilarious, it’s perfect.

[baji-sideblog]

dirty talk 👄

Whos got charm and wit to instantly Rizz Mc?

My head can't get enough of dirty thoughts song by Chloe or taste by Sabrina

Who’s got the rizz night shift gang addition

Y’all get to decide who’s the smoothest here.

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Rider chuckles placing his hand on your hips gently rubbing them. Leaning down his breathe tingles against your ear.

“How about I live up to my name and give you a real rider, kitten”

He pulls your back flush against his chest. Letting you feel his chest rise and fall against your back as he breathes.

Mandus rest his head against yours his hands wrap around you protectively. His tail lightly swishing happy to have you here with him.

“You bring so much warmth in my life, I’ll protect every breathe you take. Your mine and I’m yours so let me show you want that entails.”

He moves his head down to you neck gently kissing it down to where your shoulders meet your neck and nips at it.

Topaz purrs wrapping her tail around your waist pulling you to sit into her lap. She pulls you to lay flush against her.

“You’re so prefect, you fit exactly where you need to be. So why don’t we see how well you fit on my bed?”

She giggles her hands slipping under your shirt’s hem caressing your skin. Topaz grins nibbling on your ear.

Luka smiles looking at you his tail wagging, his eyes half lidded with love. His tail was wagging back and forth no sign of slowing down.

“You’re my reason to live, my joy, my color, my everything. I’d go to the end of the earth if it means I can marry you.”

He gently takes your hands in his lifting them up to his chest like they’re the most precious thing in the word.

Quinn pulls you into a hug their hands sliding down your body before reaching your behind grabbing it with a smug on their face.

“So nice and soft, prefect in my hands. Why don’t I show you what else is prefect between them.”

They chuckle looking at you while licking their lips. Their chest puffs out with excitement.

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[lovlensayu]

⠀⠀⠀𓏲࣪ ʚ ♥︎ ɞ ֶָ֢֪ ࣪ YOSHINO SAYURI. ↷

࣪ ˖⌕ ۫ . . . sayuri, born as yoshino sayuri, is currently a vocalist, rapper and dancer as well as the maknae in enhypen

𓆩♡ SAYU BASICS

♡̶⠀birth name ⌗ yoshino sayuri

♡̶⠀english name ⌗ selene yoshino

♡̶⠀korean name ⌗ kim sayun

♡̶⠀nicknames ⌗ sayu, yuri, saegi, sayuyu, moon baby, sandu (sayuri + mandu), samomo (sayuri + peach), satu, saturday

♡̶⠀birthday ⌗ july 15, 2006

♡̶⠀zodiacs ⌗ cancer && dog

♡̶⠀birth place ⌗ sapporo, japan

♡̶⠀ethnicity ⌗ japanese

♡̶⠀known languages ⌗

⊹ᝰ japanese

⊹ᝰ korean

⊹ᝰ english

𓆩♡ SAYU PHYSICAL

♡̶⠀height ⌗ 165 cm (5'6")

♡̶⠀weight ⌗ 50 kgs (112 lbs)

♡̶⠀blood type ⌗ o+

♡̶⠀body mods ⌗ piercings on ears

♡̶⠀faceclaim ⌗ kang haerin

𓆩♡ SAYU PERSONALITY

♡̶⠀mbti ⌗ enfp

♡̶⠀moral alignment ⌗ chaotic neutral

♡̶⠀enneagram ⌗ 7w6

♡̶⠀temperament ⌗ sanguine

♡̶⠀positive traits ⌗ always helping other people, empathy, highly energetic, optimistic, positive, intensely loyal, easy to work with, adapts easily, attentive to everything around her (sometimes), joyful, pays attention to details, gives everything 1000%, always selfless, straightforward

♡̶⠀negative traits ⌗ overthinks, easily overstimulated, snappy when stressed, highly sensitive, slow functioning, always searching for validation, highly forgetful, tends to get very emotional

♡̶⠀sayu in a paragraph ⌗ if anyone was to ask who or what was yoshino sayuri, many would say she's an energetic happy pill, a cute little cat or someone who is very reliable, but even if she was reliable, sayuri sometimes doesn't feel like it unless specifically told so. enhypen as a group would describe sayuri as someone who works really hard and tries to always lighten the mood whenever everything seems out of place or wrong but they will also say that sayuri does act childish, it doesn't bother them and they love their usually happy pill.

𓆩♡ SAYU AS AN ENHA MEMBER

♡̶⠀stage name ⌗ sayuri

* but many people tend to call her sayu

as well and she's okay with it

♡̶⠀training period ⌗ 2 years and 7 months

♡̶⠀positions ⌗ vocalist, rapper, dancer, maknae

♡̶⠀representative emoji ⌗ 🌸

♡̶⠀representative mic ⌗ pink (and sometimes gold)

♡̶⠀solo fandom name ⌗ saylilies

𓆩♡ SAYU FACTS

• sayuri knows how to play guitar, piano and violin

• her mom is a model in japan, after seeing sayuri's musical potential, she supported the idea of i-land

• she tends to zone out a lot and even needs to be physically pushed to snap out of it

• sayuri can't handle horror movies compared to real world horror facts

• sayuri almost ended up in sm entertainment but she turned down the offer out of paranoia

• she has an obsession with cherry sodas or strawberry flavored drinks

• sayuri collects a lot of stationary items during tours

• she bakes a lot when she's stressed out

• sayuri has claustrophobia (fear of tight spaces), coulrophobia (fear of clowns), and ochlophobia (fear of mob like crowds)

yay! first post for sayuri! besides that, i hope you all will grow to love sayuri as much as i do

other than that, leave a like or reblog maybe? 🩷

[mi5a-ki]

misa's profile !

basics:

birth name: ito misaki | いとみさき

english name: mary ito

nicknames: valentine's girl, saki, ito-san, hamster misa, mandu cheeks, angel visuals, blackpink's babygirl, yg's angel, yokohama honey punch, innocent catfish, japan's 1st love

birth date: 1996/02/14

birth place: yokohama, japan

residence: seoul, south korea

nationality: japanese

languages: japanese, korean, english, french

blood type: AB

family: mom, dad, younger brother

sexuality: bisexual

physical traits:

faceclaim: minatozaki sana (twice)

height: 168cm (5′ 6″)

weight: 48kg (106 lbs)

tattoos: left rib, right wrist

piercings: three in each ear

career:

stage name: misa | 미사

positions: main vocalist, lead rapper, visual

group: blackpink | 블랙핑크

debut date: 2016/08/08

debut song: boombayah | whistle

training period: 5 years (2011–2016)

solo debut: 2018/04/15

solo debut song: roller coaster (orig. by chungha)

social media:

instagram: mi5a_kito

weverse: saki saki 👑

youtube: misa ito hamster

trivia:

— she's the only member to have more than one solo album, she was also the first one of the five to debut solo!

— misa was famous even before debuting, just like jennie, she already had a strong fan base even in her training days.

— she has one dog and one hamster, named lilo and dubu, respectively.

— she's in an public relationship with a male idol, nowadays she's the only member to have a relationship open to the public. misa has had two public relationships until now.

— misaki absolutely hates cucumbers and whenever they go out to eat she specifically asks to not see anything cucumber related near her plate.

— she opened a youtube channel back in 2019, where she released videos backstage, vlogs or little challenges with her friends.

— she's the most followed japanese act on instagram and the second most followed idol on the platform.

— she has a younger brother who's almost 10 years younger than her and, besides her parents, he's also one of her biggest supporters.

— her biggest inspiration to become an idol was shinee.

— she first trained at jype, then she changed to yg but also got accepted into sm (she didn't chose it due to the design because she liked yg's more).

all rights reserved © mi5a-ki, 2023

[lovelyhobii]

CHOI DAHLIA

Lia's Masterlist

LIA (BTS) Profile and Facts

Stage Name: Lia

Birth Name: Choi Dahlia

Position: Main Visual,

Birthday: 02/05/1995

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 162cm (5’4)

Weight: 47kg (103lbs)

Birthplace: Jeju Island

Blood Type: A Positive

MBTI Type: ISFP

Representative Emoji: 🕊️

Instagram: L.LIA

Position: Main Visual, Lead vocalist

Nationality: Korean

Lia's Facts

Lia was born in Gujwa -eup, South Korea (source)

She has one younger brother called Choi Gyeong-Su and an older sister called Choi Chaeyoung

Her favourite foods are Mandu and Jajanmyeon

She learnt English when her family travelled to London, England

Her favourite thing to do outside of performing is reading and crafts

Her favourite colour is pink

She loves the Spring season

Her role models are Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift and has been spotted at their concerts numerous times

She has co-produced over 100 songs

She made her first ever solo-debut album called BUBBLE in 2021

She chose her stage name Lia as it's easier for people to say instead of Dahlia

She is a loud supporter of the LGBTQ+ community and a self proclaimed feminist

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✧ Oswald Mandus x Tasi Trianon relationship headcanons ✧

A hodgepodge of ideas and images that came to my mind, I do not pretend to be the truth, I just share my thoughts about these charming characters who (in my opinion) are extremely well built together. There will be a lot of deviations from the canons, sorry in advance >:DD

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Dramatic:

● The beginning of the relationship: Oswald often showed Tasi unobtrusive signs of attention, but never dared to take a serious step, making this decision was for Tasi

● Trianon sees this relationship as a new beginning, the consolation of her wounded soul, where she can feel loved again and be with the person who is dear to her. It is extremely difficult for Oswald to accept a new relationship, it seems to him that he is not worthy of being happy after losing Lily. Together with Tasi, he copes with his inner demons

● They always celebrate memorable dates together, both their own and their deceased spouses, which makes it easier for them to cope with the feeling of loss

● Before flying to Algeria, Tasi accidentally runs into a mysterious stranger who asks her to abandon the flight, he says he knows about the future catastrophe, but the woman does not betray this value… until everything happens. He just wanted to help…

Dynamics:

● Oswald tries to think through the course of events in order to anticipate the consequences in advance, does something because he is sure that it is necessary while Tasi rushes ahead here and now

● Tasi is the one who will run up to show a funny picture on her phone, and Oswald is the one who will stare and think about what he saw for a long time before laughing

● Of the two of them, Tasi is the one who will ask for a sandwich without cucumbers for Oswald while he assures her that everything is fine… but if someone is rude to Trianon, Mandus will immediately come forward to solve the problem seriously

● Oswald malewife for Tasi. I've said it all. 😤✨

Engineer:

● Mandus was afraid that he could harm Tasi, He knew that He would stop at nothing and therefore shunned the girl, told her that he was a terrible person, but of course this did not stop Trianon. One day she will have to see with her own eyes how He will appear replacing the soft features on the man's face with frightening cold. It wouldn't cost him anything to squeeze Trianon's throat to the bone crunch just to "break someone else's toy" but for some reason He will never fulfill any of his threats

● When Tasi is in serious danger, Oswald injures himself to cause a sharp shock and "free" the Engineer, Mandus does not care what He will do, just to save Trianon

● Tasi is one of those who are sure that "she can fix him"

Romance:

● For the sake of his beloved, Oswald promised to end his bad habits, which he does with variable results. Tasi will never admit it, but she likes the tart smell of Oswald's cigars

● Mandus has a very beautiful deep voice and Trianon can't tear himself away when listening to him during their daily conversations. When Oswald calls her by name Tasi gets goosebumps

● When they are alone, Oswald often reaches out to gently remove the interfering strands of hair from Tasi's face

● Oswald plays the piano for Tasia knowing that it will cheer her up

● Those three tickets to the amusement park were originally intended for Oswald and his sons, but taking into account all the events, he voluntarily gives them to Tasi so that she can spend time with her daughter, Trianon asks him to go with them

● In rainy weather, Tasi always forgets to take an umbrella with her, at first Oswald, out of politeness, took a second one for her, and then began to offer to walk with him under one umbrella (but who said that Tasi forgot her umbrella by accident?))

● In the dark, Oswald always takes Tasi's hand or says soothing words to help her cope with fear

● She never knew where these letters came from or who wrote them, but she was always interested in reading amazing stories from far away London, every night she wrote an answer to a "mysterious friend" and left it in an envelope on her desk. In the morning, the envelope was no longer there

And separately funny:

● Once Alexander took Oswald aside, asking if he was ashamed to have a relationship with a woman so much younger than him, Mandus in response made a meaningful facial expression, staring at his great-uncle, that he completely lost the desire to try to prick a man in this way (I think you understand why ha-ha!!)

● When it comes to any historical facts or ancient information, they can never agree constantly arguing about the correctness of this or that information known to them

● They are too much suited to the images of the characters from the movie The Mummy (1999), but I can't decide who would be who in their pair

● Ghoul Tasi brings animals caught on the street to Oswald, perhaps she thinks that he will not be able to feed himself without her help

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I've collected everything I could think of here, but that doesn't mean something else won't come to my mind, and I'll also be glad if you share your own headcanons with me!! Thank you for showing interest under the comic post, forcing me to seriously sit down for writing haha :DD

[we-all-fall-down]

Jihyun (지현) is a member of the boy/co-ed group TXT under HYBE (formerly BigHit Entertainment)

Stage Name: Jihyun (지현) Birth Name: Ashlyn Jihyun Lee Preferred Name: Ash Jihyun Lee Korean Name: Lee Ji Hyun (이지현) Position: Oldest Member, Rapper, Dancer, Vocalist, Visual Birthday: December 4th, 1998 Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius Chinese Zodiac Sign: Tiger Height: 172.7 cm (5’8”) Weight: 52.1 kg (112 lbs) Blood Type: O MBTI Type: ENFP-T Nationality: American Representative Emoticon: 🌱/🐍 Instagram: we.all.fall.down Spotify Playlist: TXT : JIHYUN Fandom Name: Rosieposiez

Jihyun Facts: – Jihyun is from Los Angeles, California, USA - Jihyun is 1/2 Korean, 1/2 Chinese. Her Chinese name is Xiang Lihua – Jihyun was the last member to be revealed on January 21st, 2019.– Her representative animal is a Snake (Questioning Flim). – Her representative flower is a Fire Lily(Questioning Flower). – At the end of her Questioning Film, the morse code translates to “Forever”. – Family: One twin sister (Aera of ATEEZ), a younger sister and a younger brother. – Her younger sister is 5 years younger than her. Her brother is 7 years younger than her. – Hobbies: Reading, painting, writing, learning things, skateboarding, and listening to music. – Her nickname is ‘Sprout’ because she is short compared to the rest of her members. – She is also called a ‘snake’. – Jihyun has freckles. – Despite living in Korea for so long, she is still struggling to adapt to the really cold weather. – She loves ramen but doesn’t understand the recent cheese craze. – She is lactose intolerant. – She lives with and takes care of her younger siblings due to the fact that her parents are not able to take care of them. – Jihyun has a dog named Bingsoo and a snake named Noodle. – Jihyun is extroverted to people she first meets, but is actually very introverted. – She prefers that fans and her members call her Ash, but understands that English is hard, especially when it comes to native Korean speakers – Jihyun loves mandu (dumplings). – She hates roe. – She reads a lot of books. – According to Taehyun, Jihyun is very trusting, strong-willed and has tanner skin. – Taehyun thinks Jihyun’s charming point is her freckles. – She’s been a huge BLACKPINK fan since elementary school, but doesn’t really understand stan culture. – Soobin says Jihyun is very powerful when singing and rapping. – Soobin says Jihyun is basically his coleader. – Her shoe size is 225 mm – Her favorite fruit is raspberries . – Jihyun’s audition story: I honestly auditioned as a joke. My friends said that it would be fun if we all tried to be trainees at Bighit. What was crazy was that I was the only one who didn’t take it seriously…and I was the only one who got in. – Her favorite animal is snake (Spotify K-Pop Quiz). – Jihyun says she isn’t going to say what animal she is because she’s not a furry. – Her favorite colors are sage green and dusty yellow. – Jihyun’s favorite movie is Oppenheimer. – At her home, her brother calls her “Nunu” and her sister calls her “Nini” instead of Noona and Unnie. – Jihyun, Soobin and Kai sleep the latest. – She loves anything with raspberry in it. – She doesn’t know how to use Android phones. – Jihyun often speaks both English and Korean without realizing it. – She is friends with SEVENTEEN’s The8, LE SSERAFIM’s Yunjin, and Stray Kids’ Felix. – Jihyun graduated from UCLA with a bachelor’s degree in psychology and music production.

[houseofbrat]

Someone continuing on with their 15 minutes of fame...

I find this whole situation really weird. Or perhaps it’s not weird, just very convenient.

1. I came across this yesterday morning when I saw two videos posted to my YT feed via Sky News. I know things like that can happen to any people anywhere. But it just seemed a little weird that in the initial version I heard on Sky News, it was just about the conversation with Lady Susan Hussey. Just seemed like something that could only have made the news if it was a slow news day or something. When you live in a country (USA) with an opioid crisis, shootings, inflation, culture wars, crazy political shit, police violence, etc., it’s a really low bar for someone to make it on a national news broadcast for something like this. But different country. 

2. I didn’t read/hear anything about the “hair” allegations until I was reading the comments on a DListed post about it. Interesting that the initial tweets about it didn’t mention her hair. It’s almost as if the initial complaint making the rounds wasn’t offensive enough. 

However, the story about LSH moving her hair to see her name tag just didn’t sound right to me. LSH was a lady-in-waiting for THE QUEEN for sixty years. That’s not nothing. Last I recall, no one is supposed to touch the monarch in public unless she touches you first. Due to that, I have a hard time believing Lady Susan just randomly touches people and moves their hair in order to see their name tag. That seems more like something a security officer would be doing to check credentials. By the time you get around to being near the monarch or consort in this case, your credentials should have already been checked by security. Not after. I’ve never met a lady-in-waiting, but I have a hard time believing that they would do more than shake your hand if you’re a stranger. 

3. Then I read what @helenaaurellia wrote about Lady Susan’s family in the transcript, and I think @helenaaurellia is right. It doesn’t make any sense if you know who LSH is. However, most people don’t know anything about Lady Susan, so it’s easy to believe everything she is being accused of.  

4. I came across the massive Messie Condo twitter thread on a fluke when I was looking at other things on twitter last night. The whole scenario makes a lot more sense--even though that twitter feed is long--after reading it. The “witness” Mandu Reid sure did a LOT of interviews on UK media for something that allegedly happened less than 48 hours before. Whenever someone is that organized and gets that many interviews completed in a short amount of time, my first thought is that it is all pr. In this case, it probably is. 

5. There’s a tangential relationship between Meghan and the people involved. One of the reporters who got the first interview can be associated easily not only with the Sussex Squad but Meghan and her strongwrite account. It’s too much of a coincidence. 

6. Lainey reminded us all of Lady Susan’s transgression against Meghan--stating the truth that the marriage will fail. It’s not a coincidence that LSH was singled out then, was it? Meghan isn’t just hitting back at the BRF; she’s hitting back at someone she has a grudge against. It’s not just about attempting to spoil Will & Kate’s Boston trip. She’s settling scores with this. One stone, multiple birds.

I haven’t read all the UK press about this mess. Just haven’t. I don’t dispute that things like this can happen to anyone anywhere. I have a relative who has visited London on more than a hundred occasions for short trips but will tell you that he doesn’t like going to London due to how he has been treated in the past. He’s not a white dude. (Doesn’t have any problem going Frankfurt or Paris though.) 

But there is clearly more to this than the simple victim/perpetrator storyline that has been bandied about already. 

[bbyuniee]

jen; facts!.

jen's masterlist

some facts about jen :

↬ she's an INTP-T. she took the test twice (before and after her debut). it didn't change.

↬ she's left handed. her parents tried to teach her to use her right hand, but it was useless. that's why she has to check twice before buying guitars.

↬ foodie and chef. jen loves all kind of food, and is always munching on something, be it salty snacks, peperos, candies, mandu, you name it. her dream after retiring from the industry is opeing a restaurant with influences from Korea and Argentina.

↬ sports fan. before everything, she's a football fanatic. she has a lot of jerseys (both national teams, boca juniors, roma, tottenham), which she proudly shows everytime she has the chance. she played volleyball on high school, winning a lot of awards. because of a video of her celebrating Argentina winning the World Cup, she became more cherished among the netizens. she watches other sports too, like tennis, f1 and handball.

↬ ultimate exo-l. if you want to drag exo, you'll have to pass through jen first. exo is the sole reason of her not quitting during her trainee days, literally. she's been a fan since she was twelve years old, and she always talks about them like they own her whole heart (it's true). now that she gets paid, she collects EVERYTHING exo related... no questions asked. she met them a few times, but her dream is to record music with them.

↬ designated driver. always the responsible person, jen's the designated driver when she goes out with her friends. as she doesn't like to drink too much, she prefers dancing her heart out.

↬ social butterfly. even if she's introverted, if you approach her calmly you have a lot of chances of becoming jen's friend. she's very polite and calm, and because of that she has friends in almost every group that debuted the same time as her.

↬ animal-friendly. jen loves all kind of animals, and has fun facts of all of them. she likes horses, dogs and butterflies the most.

↬ benevolent. she donates a lot of money to foundations about health, help after natural disasters, children and women, animals, and the list goes on. she received recognitions from said foundations and from the Korean government too. She's the international ambassador of unicef and peta.

note.

hi, these are some facts about jen, hope you like them!.

as always, dividers by @cafekitsune.

[ingek73]

We didn’t ask for Lady Hussey to resign. But, really, the monarchy must do better on race

Mandu Reid

I witnessed the racist remarks, but blaming one person alone distracts from the depth and breadth of racism in that institution

Published: 19:31 Thursday, 01 December 2022

I generally avoid news about the royals. So it was a real eye-opener to find myself at the centre of a royal story. At a reception on Tuesday to honour those working to end violence against women and girls, I witnessed racist remarks from a member of the royal household directed at my friend and fellow activist, Ngozi Fulani. Lady Hussey’s prolonged interrogation about where Ngozi was really from, what her nationality was and where her people were from, was not – as many people have insisted to me over the past 24 hours – the kind of well-meaning curiosity that all of us experience from time to time (though it’s possible that Hussey believed that it was).

“Hackney” was Ngozi’s answer, but Hussey refused to accept this. Her response implied that Black and brown people couldn’t really be British. It implied that we were trespassing – and it made me reflect on the increasingly hostile environment of this disunited kingdom.

Even so, the media furore feels disproportionate, given the avalanche of huge stories you might expect to be dominating the news cycle. It’s not that this one isn’t serious. Racism always is, which is why I’ve spoken out. But something about this media frenzy feels … off. Even as I write this, interview requests are coming in faster than I can say no to (in one case my refusal was countered with the offer of a huge fee). If you have seen the emergency appeal that the Women’s Equality party launched this week, you will understand how hard that particular refusal was, though it confirmed why my decision had been right in the first place.

The initial calls I received were from journalists not looking for my account, but my corroboration. It took some time to realise that it was the very fact that the incident had been “witnessed” that made it significant, and forced the palace to respond swiftly (and in my view, unsatisfactorily). Unlike when the Duchess of Sussex made her accounts of royal racism, such as the “concerns” that were expressed over how dark her son’s skin might be, the palace wasn’t able to deny or deflect this time. It couldn’t rerun the famous line that “recollections may vary”, because three of us have identical, and identically uncomfortable, recollections of that encounter.

Soon after the first media reports were published, the palace announced that Hussey had resigned. This is a gambit that I have become increasingly familiar with since the Women’s Equality party started campaigning against police misogyny. What I’ve learned is that the “bad apple” narrative is potent not only because it masquerades as taking responsibility without the institution having to do any such thing, but also because it often helps drive a backlash against the “woke brigade” for cancelling yet another innocent. I see that “She’s 83” is now trending on Twitter, imploring us to leave this nice old lady alone, a stance that adds a dash of ageism to the racism that has pervaded much of the commentary.

The funny thing is, neither Ngozi nor I wanted Hussey to receive the grand order of the boot. Ngozi didn’t even name her publicly; it was social media that did this, immediately seizing on the story as another chance to form into polarised rival camps. Instead of stepping down, Hussey should be encouraged to step up, along with senior members of the royal household. This is much bigger than one individual: blaming Hussey risks minimising and distracting from the depth and breadth of racism that is enshrined in an institution that carries the heritage of empire, slavery and inequality (we are their subjects, after all).

Buckingham Palace trumpets its commitment to diversity and inclusion on its website. In a statement on Wednesday, it promised to remind staff of its policies. That’s a big ask when its own annual reports show a lack of diversity among the upper echelons of its staff. The palace’s history is dotted with failures of inclusion. Still, it’s not the worst of the royal courts. Anecdotal evidence suggests that honour falls to Kensington Palace, which didn’t even release this data in its last annual report.

Perhaps a starting point for an institution where staff think it’s OK to touch a Black woman’s hair or question her belonging would be signing up to cultural competence training. I know just the organisation to provide that. Sistah Space, the charity Ngozi runs to support African and Caribbean heritage women affected by domestic and sexual abuse, offers such courses to institutions that don’t know where to begin.

Wouldn’t it be something if Buckingham Palace asked for their help? It would certainly chime with the Queen Consort’s speech at the reception, in which she said that the starting point for responding to survivors of abuse was listening to them and believing them. Perhaps, one day, that principle could extend to Meghan too.

Mandu Reid is leader of the Women’s Equality party

[nossumusmanus]

Get to know the Mun

What’s your phone wallpaper: My lockscreen wallpaper changes semi-frequently, but right now it's one of my favorite screenshots of my Quintus alt because I Just Think He's Neat. My actual wallpaper on there, though, is this pretty starry dusk sky to try and match with my Sailor Moon phone case.

Last song you listened to: Foo Fighters - Saint Cecilia, which I am ... currently listening to again, for the fifty-billionth time today.

Currently reading: I haven't sat down to read a book in forever; my attention span won't let me. But I am currently reading a gathering and crafting melding guide? So we'll just smile and nod and pretend that counts.

Last movie: A WWII movie called "Come And See". If you're into that sort of thing, I do recommend it.

Craving: Absolutely nothing. 8D

What are you wearing right now: Uh... khakis? In all seriousness, I'm wearing jeans and a purple slightly-bell-sleeved top.

How tall are you?: 5'7"!

Piercings / tattoos ?: Just my ears pierced.

Last thing you ate?: I may have just finished eating a little chocolate pie before I started answering this.

Favorite color(s): It's a toss-up between silver and blue, or gold and red. But I also really like pink and purple, especially softer shades.

Current obsession: FFXIV, Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs even though the game is old as fuck by this point, uh. That's kind of all I can think of at the moment, besides history -- primarily late 19th century/American Civil War up 'til the end of the second World War.

Any pets?: Six cats and one dog.

Do you have a crush right now?: Not really.

Favorite fictional character: Hmm. That's hard. I'll limit it to FFXIV characters, for the sake of not making a miles-long list.

In no particular order: Ameliance and Fourchenault Leveilleur, Aymerc de Borel, Raubahn Aldynn, Quintus van Cinna, Menenius sas Lanatus, Jullus pyr Norbanus, Minfilia Warde, Venat, Hythlodaeus, Hermes and Meteion, Dulia Chai and Chai-Nuzz, Kai-Shirr, Anogg and Konogg, Lucia goe Junius, Yotsuyu goe Brutus, Fordola rem Lupus, Misija Votyasch, like half of the fucking IVth Imperial Legion, Marsak and Basaljen of the Bozjan Resistance. Ryne and Gaia, Loghrif herself and Mitron too, Magnus gets thrown in there for breaking my heart, uh. Lahabrea, Themis, Erichthonios, Agdistis of course. Igeyorhm, Nabriales, Emet-Selch. The Warriors of Light from the First. I'm probably forgetting some, ngl.

... Actually, I lied about limiting it to FFXIV characters. Speaking of Magnus -- Magnus from MapleStory, as well as Von Leon from the same game. (Roleplaying as Von Leon is actually where my name "Vonny" stems from!) Oh and Oswald Mandus.

Last place you traveled: My sister and I went to this dog school about half an hour away to see about enrolling the puppup there because of her anxiety, and to help train her to be a service dog for my sister and dad.

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tagging: @valiinus , @angelic-din-mortem , @ancalagxn , @keyward , @peachbelli , and everyone else who wants to do it! Steal it, gogogogogo!

[baji-sideblog]

Let’s go random facts about the yans pt 2

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

-Quinn and Topaz as kids would regular pull each other’s hair and tails. The teachers would regularly have to ask you to tell them to stop since they wouldn’t listen to them. Quinn and Topaz both have small scars from their fights as kids.

-Quinn’s favorite childhood game was Harvest Moon for the cows. That and any rpg they could get their hands on.

-Their dad is still alive just traveling the world trying to find himself. Quinn gets frequent post cards from their dad.

-Thanks to all the post cards updating them about their dad’s travels they’re a bit inspired to go traveling with you. Hoping that as soon as you two get married they can take you on a long honeymoon since they do love to spoil you.

-Topaz has a two younger twin brothers that are only two years younger then her. She doesn’t talk much to them besides the occasional happy birthday.

-Their names are Onyx and Agate. Their parents tended to spoil the twins more caused they were their more ‘normal’ kids.

-Topaz hasn’t seen them in person since she moved out of their parents house at 18. Though her twin brothers do want to see her.

-Mandus talks to his father occasionally whenever he calls to check up on Mandus. They have a kind of strained relationship due to his father not being in his life a lot.

-Mandus is pretty alright with fashion knowing the basics of what looks good or not. Though most of his wardrobe is black clothes.

-He’ll let you go through his wardrobe to steal a shirt or hoodie. Since he thinks it’s cute whenever you wear his clothes.

-Luka’s brothers names from oldest to youngest is Leon, Lance, Logan, and Lee. When the five of them together they usually rough house quite a bit with Luka holding back so he doesn’t accidentally hurt them with his strength since he’s the only two headed werewolf in the family.

-The one time Luka didn’t hold back as much was when they were kids and Lee kept pushing his buttons causing him snapped a bit punching Lee sending him right into the wall. Luka was a little apologetic but didn’t feel too bad since Lee was pushing his buttons and wasn’t seriously hurt only had a few scrapes and a bruise.

-Lee still pushed his buttons on purpose sometimes. Logan and Leon tend to encourage the chaos while Lance is busy moping about Luka finding his darling while he doesn’t have one.

-Rider and Talulah get along pretty well with each other, they have their spats but they care about each other. Rider looks more like their dad while Talulah looks more like their mom.

-Their mom Elodie was super proud of Rider when he made his first rival kill. He’s kind of a mama’s boy the quickest way for anyone to get punched by Rider is by insulting you or his mom.

-Rider got into tattoos because he wanted more stripes since he had very little. Only having some on his tail and a bit on his back. When he was researching them he fell in love with black out tattoos since they’re very bold and more of his style.

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[mariacallous]

I generally avoid news about the royals. So it was a real eye-opener to find myself at the centre of a royal story. At a reception on Tuesday to honour those working to end violence against women and girls, I witnessed racist remarks from a member of the royal household directed at my friend and fellow activist, Ngozi Fulani. Lady Hussey’s prolonged interrogation about where Ngozi was really from, what her nationality was and where her people were from, was not – as many people have insisted to me over the past 24 hours – the kind of well-meaning curiosity that all of us experience from time to time (though it’s possible that Hussey believed that it was).

“Hackney” was Ngozi’s answer, but Hussey refused to accept this. Her response implied that Black and brown people couldn’t really be British. It implied that we were trespassing – and it made me reflect on the increasingly hostile environment of this disunited kingdom.

Even so, the media furore feels disproportionate, given the avalanche of huge stories you might expect to be dominating the news cycle. It’s not that this one isn’t serious. Racism always is, which is why I’ve spoken out. But something about this media frenzy feels … off. Even as I write this, interview requests are coming in faster than I can say no to (in one case my refusal was countered with the offer of a huge fee). If you have seen the emergency appeal that the Women’s Equality party launched this week, you will understand how hard that particular refusal was, though it confirmed why my decision had been right in the first place.

The initial calls I received were from journalists not looking for my account, but my corroboration. It took some time to realise that it was the very fact that the incident had been “witnessed” that made it significant, and forced the palace to respond swiftly (and in my view, unsatisfactorily). Unlike when the Duchess of Sussex made her accounts of royal racism, such as the “concerns” that were expressed over how dark her son’s skin might be, the palace wasn’t able to deny or deflect this time. It couldn’t rerun the famous line that “recollections may vary”, because three of us have identical, and identically uncomfortable, recollections of that encounter.

Soon after the first media reports were published, the palace announced that Hussey had resigned. This is a gambit that I have become increasingly familiar with since the Women’s Equality party started campaigning against police misogyny. What I’ve learned is that the “bad apple” narrative is potent not only because it masquerades as taking responsibility without the institution having to do any such thing, but also because it often helps drive a backlash against the “woke brigade” for cancelling yet another innocent. I see that “She’s 83” is now trending on Twitter, imploring us to leave this nice old lady alone, a stance that adds a dash of ageism to the racism that has pervaded much of the commentary.

The funny thing is, neither Ngozi nor I wanted Hussey to receive the grand order of the boot. Ngozi didn’t even name her publicly; it was social media that did this, immediately seizing on the story as another chance to form into polarised rival camps. Instead of stepping down, Hussey should be encouraged to step up, along with senior members of the royal household. This is much bigger than one individual: blaming Hussey risks minimising and distracting from the depth and breadth of racism that is enshrined in an institution that carries the heritage of empire, slavery and inequality (we are their subjects, after all).

Buckingham Palace trumpets its commitment to diversity and inclusion on its website. In a statement on Wednesday, it promised to remind staff of its policies. That’s a big ask when its own annual reports show a lack of diversity among the upper echelons of its staff. The palace’s history is dotted with failures of inclusion. Still, it’s not the worst of the royal courts. Anecdotal evidence suggests that honour falls to Kensington Palace, which didn’t even release this data in its last annual report.

Perhaps a starting point for an institution where staff think it’s OK to touch a Black woman’s hair or question her belonging would be signing up to cultural competence training. I know just the organisation to provide that. Sistah Space, the charity Ngozi runs to support African and Caribbean heritage women affected by domestic and sexual abuse, offers such courses to institutions that don’t know where to begin.

Wouldn’t it be something if Buckingham Palace asked for their help? It would certainly chime with the Queen Consort’s speech at the reception, in which she said that the starting point for responding to survivors of abuse was listening to them and believing them. Perhaps, one day, that principle could extend to Meghan too.