#his left eyebrow is slightly higher and he has prominent cheekbones too

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have you ever gone over why Xander is wearing the marshall's vest in the cover photo? sorry if you've already talked about it

I sort of have in this post and it turns out the guy wearing the Marshal’s vest is... the Marshal, or rather an early version of him.

It seems to me his appearance was initially based on his voice actor, Doug Hutchison, but it’s true he barely looks like Cameron Burke and more like Xander in those old images!

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Well from your recent posts I've gathered that you are not a Big (with a capital B yes) fan of A Boss and a Babe so it's probly safe to say this . The reason i haven't watched this series is bcz I find the leads eerily similar looking?? Like if not siblings but atleast like distant cousins ??? Idk why but i can't unsee it now. Help .

Oh I don't think they look alike at all. Sorry, I don't know how to help you.

Maybe focus on specific features? Think of it like you were sketching them as a portrait artist? Like they have different mouth shape, eye shape/placement, cheekbones, and hair lines. Force (left) has a thinner straighter mouth more sculpted, slightly higher more prominent cheekbones, much heavier lidded eyes (he looks sultry and sleepy most of the time), slightly broader nose, longer face over all, and a prominent Adam's apple.

Book (right) has more delicate and finer features, his face is more heart-shaped and proportions are different (where his features fall on his face), smaller slightly pouty mouth, thinner nose, slightly rounder cheeks, close but less deep-set eyes. He's also lighter skinned. For all these reasons he's cast as the uke in their shows, as they are pretty much the same height, age (Book is actually a little older), and deferential politeness IRL, it could have gone either way.

(I don't make the rules, the yaoi gods do.)

Your Moment of Academia

If you're still struggling, there could be more/other reasons for this.

There is something called the Cross-race effect which may be impacting you. (The way to train your brain out of this one is to just keep watching tons of dramas, fashion, MVs made by cultures not your own. More info and discussion on this in this episode of All in the Mind podcast: The human drive to connect – and divide)

There's also Prosopagnosia to consider, although that's a lot rarer than modern peeps make it out to be.

I've also always felt like Dunbar's number may come into play with this kind of thing too. Like perhaps the human brain just has a limited max capacity for facial recognition storage.

So you might do better if you focus on their mannerisms and way of speaking which are completely different. (Siblings usually share vocality and mannerisms especially if they were raised together.) Body language and their way of holding themselves, smiles, eye crinkles, use of eyebrows, etc... Very few actors can move on from these tells.

Book has a more mobile face (which is why he suits comedy so well) but Force's is more emotive and expressive in nuance. He's uses more micro-movements, like little eye crinkles and a little crooked smile.

Their voices are very similar, but Force's is more burred, and a little more monotone (rare in Thai). He has a mellow soft way of speaking especially around the ubiquitous krap. Book has a rounder, wetter way of speaking, his kraps are more sharp and clipped.

All that said, IMHO you don't have to bother to watch either of ForceBook's series. So far this pair has been ill served by GMMTV. So if it wigs you out, there is plenty other, better BL.

Also if you want to actually watch a BL where the characters are some iteration of siblings, I'm sure Japan is there for you. If not, there's always the stepbrothers trope...

I have to say, I tend to way MORE annoyed when characters in a show who are meant to be siblings look absolutely nothing alike. Like bone-structure level "qua?" I know blood siblings don't always look alike, but they rarely look so completely different as we often get in TV or film the world over.

Way back, I did a series of actors in BL who I thought SHOULD play brothers and these are my favorites:

Mark Siwat Jumlongkul and War Wanarat Ratsameerat.

Now those two boys look related. To me, anyway.

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Here are the character descriptions of the major ‘good guys’ in my novel for anyone who might be interested. Not everything is gonna make 100% sense without the rest of the worldbuilding but it was already too much of a long post. Loooong post. Long long post. Under a cut out of courtesy to anyone not wanting to encounter a long fucking wall of text, and courtesy to everyone else who has no reason to give a crap about any of this. :p

Verity Black, Protagonist

Verity is a short, slight (5'3”, 112 lbs) 23 year old woman of east Asian descent. The best faceclaim for her is model Kiko Mizuhara. Verity has narrow shoulders and very subtle curves. Her eyes are very dark, nearly black, and somewhat narrow- particularly when she's annoyed. When she wears her glasses her eyes appear sharp and clever, but without them she has a vaguely baffled myopic look. She has a light golden skin tone that has gone very pale, with faded childhood freckles across her nose and cheeks. She has poor muscle definition thanks to a desk job and no physical hobbies. Despite this, she is considered quite pretty, with waist-length, slightly wavy black hair that she usually keeps in a loose ponytail gathered in a wide barrette at the nape of her neck. She has a heart-shaped face with flattish features, arched eyebrows, high cheekbones, a narrow jaw tapering to a pointed chin, a slightly broad nose and wide, protruding lips. Her ears are a bit large and poke through her hair, earning her childhood nickname of 'little mouse.' Her smile is rare but winning, notably crinkling the bridge of her nose and both sides of her eyes, and dimpling her cheeks at its widest. Her speaking voice is usually a mezzo-soprano, wry and somewhat acerbic, though it climbs in pitch and intensity when she is upset, even sometimes breaking with a squeak (which didn't help with the nickname). She privately sings along with her favorite recorded operas, her voice trying to hover around a soprano but cracking up or down and unable to sustain notes for long. She does not sing publicly.

Most of the time, Verity wears dark-colored 'bureaucratic' robes (hanfu-style robes/dresses) layered under a vest and a warm coat. In all but the warmest weather she wears black tights and a cotton undershirt. She favors white, grey, and cream-colored scarves and carries a black umbrella in even slightly inclement weather, and turns up her coat's collar to warm her ears in the winter. She usually wears soft shin-high boots or loafer-style shoes when outside, and goes around home in her socks. She applies eyeliner and lip color nearly every day, unless she's not going out, or unless she's too sick to care. Her spectacles are round pince-nez style with brass frames and a brass chain connecting to her vest pocket. She has a selection of barrettes, but most of them are finely-carved 'whalebone' (actually baleen, which is flexible and strong) or brass.

Amyrinth Lafuerza, Verity’s Best Friend

Amy is a 23 year old woman of Latina descent. She is of average height and trim build (5'6”, 126 lbs). The best faceclaim for her is actress Seychelle Gabriel. She has a slender build with average shoulder, hip, and bust proportions. Amy's eyes are a distinctive light amber-brown verging on orange, and like the rest of her face are highly expressive. Her skin is brown with a ruddy undertone. Her habit of riding a bicycle and her interest in social dancing keep her in better shape with more muscle definition than her best friend despite having the same sedentary job. Amy is always considered pretty, but when she puts extra effort into her appearance people call her 'beautiful.' Her hair is auburn, wavy, and extends to her mid-back. She sometimes braids it at the back when she wants to keep it out of the way. She has an oval face with wide-set features, peaked eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, a curved jawline, a rounded nose, and a large mouth with slightly narrow lips. There is a mischievous, sardonic cast to her smiles. Her speaking voice is a smooth middle soprano, getting louder but not notably higher when angered. Her singing voice is even worse than Verity's, but she likes to sing along with others regardless.

Amy wears the same style of robes and dresses as Verity to work, though Amy wears a much wider range of colors, favoring reds particularly. Her overcoats are well-fitted so that they narrow at the waist and accent her figure even in cold weather. She wears soft boots in cold weather, and sandals in warm. When she goes out socially she tends to dress in looser-fitting calf-length skirts and ruffled blouses, wearing tights underneath if she's riding her bicycle. She tends to wear eyeliner and eyeshadow, though her lips are naturally dark enough that she usually only applies gloss rather than color. She likes to wear slender bracelets in silver and gold, plain or with semi-precious stones (particularly opal and topaz) set into them.

David Black, Verity’s Uncle and Mentor

David is a tall, rangy (6'1” 168 lbs) 65 year old man of east Asian descent. The best faceclaim for him is actor Ken Watanabe. His narrow-shouldered build is much like his niece's, though a lifetime of fighting and travel have left him all lean muscle. His eyes are very dark brown, sharp and even cold behind his glasses but mostly just tired-looking without them. He has a golden-tan skin tone, darker on his face and hands. In his youth he was considered very handsome, and while age and a hard life has weathered him he remains good-looking in a somewhat rugged way. He has thinning salt-and-pepper hair kept very short, and has a slightly bushy mustache that's better described as pepper-and-salt. His eyebrows are dark and bushy, with a few stray white hairs. His face is 'diamond' shaped, much like Verity's but with a broader chin and narrower brow, and he shares her arched brows and broad nose. His lips are narrower, particularly the upper, but his mustache obscures it most of the time anyway. Unlike Verity, his ears lay flat against his head and aren't especially large. He only ever smiles narrowly, and even then with a slightly wistful, pained look to his eyes. His speaking voice is a rough, low baritone that verges on bass, especially early in the morning or when he's tired. He only sings a few hymns, low and quietly.

As an Evangelist, David wears all black clothing- button-up shirt, suspenders, vest, 'string' bow tie, and slacks over leather riding boots, with a leather gunbelt for two revolvers. Over this he wears a heavyweight black long-sleeved duster, and and a broad-brimmed fedora-style hat. His clothes are well-tailored and accent his narrow hips (the better for quick-draws) and trim waist. When not on duty, he dresses similarly though in a wider array of colors, favoring pinstriped vests, light-colored shirts, and no necktie. Even when he goes without the distinctive coat and hat, it is hard to mistake him for anything but dangerous- his bearing is that of a supremely confident man capable of bursting into action even when he is relatively at ease. He wears steel-rimmed oval shaped glasses that attach behind his ears with swiveling arms, a style that is considered old-fashioned and even quaint.

Varian Ironcrow, (eventual) Love Interest

Varian is a tall and athletic man (6'2” and looks around 210 lbs) of Latino descent who looks somewhere between 30 and 35. The best faceclaim for him is actor Esai Morales in his late thirties (Varian's had a much rougher life than he), circa the late 1990s. His skin is a weathered dark brown with a ruddy undertone. His eyes are somewhat deep-set and a startling blue, and his gaze tends to be somewhat intense as a result. His hair is black and slightly wavy, longer on top than the sides, and he only shaves every few days so dark stubble is the rule to a clean-shaved exception. He is broad-shouldered with a narrow waist, all-over muscular in the manner of a Greco-Roman wrestler, lean and defined but not to the point of a bodybuilder. His features are appealing, but the large prominent scars on his face make him more striking than handsome. The largest scar begins at the bridge of his nose and carries over toward his left cheekbone. It intersects a smaller scar that branches down from below his left eye. He has another notable scar on the right side of his jawline, where his stubble won't grow. He has a number of other scars, mostly on his chest, back, upper arms and thighs, but usually only those on his face show. His left shoulder bears a tattoo that resembles a crow or a raven in flight, in silhouette. He has a 'square' face, with a strong jaw, broad forehead, and strong cheekbones. His brow is somewhat heavy, with thick, arched eyebrows. His nose is aquiline with wide nostrils ('Aztec nose'), the hook coming right where the scar cuts across it. He has a wide mouth with lips of moderate thickness. His teeth are notably white, drawing attention whether he's flashing a roguish lopsided grin, or a more unsettling wolfish look. His speaking voice is a middle to high baritone, rising with amusement, sinking with anger. His singing voice is a somewhat rough-edged tenor on the verge of sliding back into baritone, like Bob Seger or Bruce Springsteen.

Varian tends to dress in rugged clothing suited to a rancher- denim pants, heavy button-up shirts in earth tones, open at the neck to show the white undershirt, and riding boots in scuffed brown leather. He affects a disheveled look that takes far more effort than he's willing to admit. He has a favorite coat that he wears unless it's just too damn hot- a blue canvas soldier's coat with the rank insignia removed, a bit frayed at the cuffs and slightly faded from long use and numerous washings. Unless it would be suicidally stupid (and maybe even then) he proudly wears a scarlet scarf to mark him as a member of the Red Scarves. He wears a brown wide-brimmed hat with the front turned down to shade his eyes and keep the rain off, removing it when he goes indoors. He sometimes wears eyeliner to draw even more attention to his eyes, especially when performing. He carries his battered leather guitar case nearly everywhere, with its dark-stained maple-wood guitar often surprising people with how well-maintained he keeps it, especially in contrast to the rest of his appearance. While he's better at seeming relaxed than David Black, there is still something of the lounging tiger in his bearing even when Varian is at ease, for those who know what to look for.

Atriya Ironcrow, Varian’s Adoptive Daughter

Atriya is a short and slightly stocky (4'10”, 98 lbs) kydoni girl of 13. Her features are best described as south Asian with some east African mixed in. Model Neelam Johal as the best faceclaim for (an older version of) her. Her skin is dark brown with an olive undertone. Her eyes are large, and a striking golden color common to kydoni but impossible in humans. She often avoids looking people in the eye unless she deliberately wants to unsettle them- at which point she's likely to blink only her nictating membrane at them. Her hair is a pale ash brown with silver strands running through it, wavy to curly and cut into a neck-length bob. She is more broad-shouldered and barrel-chested than most human girls of her age, and reasonably athletic, with most of her 'baby fat' turning into rangy muscle. She has a round face (and will grow into an oval face shape as she gets older) with large features generally- eyes, nose, arched dark eyebrows wide to suit her eyes, broad forehead and cheekbones, a narrow mouth with large lips, and a slightly large chin. Her ears come to points, stick directly out from the sides of her head (making her head twice as wide if you count the ears), and are prone to extremely expressive movement in keeping with her emotions. She has a long hairless tail that extends behind her and swishes when she's restless or annoyed. When subdued or sad, the tail droops and is about as long as her legs, the tip brushing the floor. Her smile can be unsettling to humans, given the more pronounced canine teeth and the jagged pseudo-carnassial look of her premolars. Her speaking voice is a bright soprano, but her singing ranges from soprano down to a rich contralto. Like many kydoni, she is capable of a distinct type of overtone singing that produces, essentially, a backing vocal. She is capable of operatic volume and vibrato, though she usually doesn't go all out just for singing in the cantina. Her voice sounds a bit like an even more powerful Cristina Scabbia of Lacuna Coil, without the Italian accent.

Atriya tends to wear a short coat over a ruffled shirt and fitted slacks (with a tail cutout) similar to the charro outfit of Mariachi players, in a range of dark colors but favoring dark blue, charcoal, scarlet, and cream. Sometimes she wears skirts instead of the slacks (particularly when she wants to hide her tail). She wears custom-made boots with extra sole at the pads of the feet and inserts that allow her to stand more naturally for a kydoni, with her heels elevated. She wears a red scarf when Varian lets her get away with it- she wants to be more involved in the Red Scarves, but he wants her to keep a lower profile for as long as she can. In bad weather, or when she's trying to hide her more obvious kydoni features (particularly her ears) she wears hooded oilskin rain cloaks. On very bright days, Varian often loans her his hat to keep her eyes shaded. She wraps her hands for knuckle protection while training with Masano, and also when she anticipates she might need to punch someone in the face. She never wears eyeliner, even when performing, not wanting to accent the 'strangeness' of her eyes by drawing attention to them.

Masano, Leader of the Revolution Verity ends up sort of joining

Masano is a 51 year old man of average height and build (5'10”, 171 lbs.) of African-American descent. The best faceclaim for him is actor Jamie Foxx. His skin is very dark with golden undertones and a few faded freckle-like marks on his cheeks and brow. His eyes are darker even than Verity's, appearing black in all but the strongest direct light. His hair is black shot through with some grey, and bound into shoulder-length tight dreadlocks that he usually ties back in a sort of ponytail. He has a full, kinky/curly beard that he keeps to a length between two and three inches. While athletic, he is built like a career martial artist- most of his power coming not from bulging muscle but from stance and movement. His features are handsome, particularly for a man of middle age, and convey a sense of quiet authority. His face is 'diamond' shaped, with a strong chin but narrower jaw compared to Varian's. He has a high forehead, slightly bushy eyebrows, a broad nose, and a wide mouth, with pronounced creases to the sides of his mouth. He tries to maintain a fairly neutral expression most of the time, but as such a charismatic man, his smile is infectious and his glare is blood-curdling. His speaking voice is a powerful tenor, which he can push to a ringing, fiery tone. His singing voice is a high tenor verging onto falsetto for the highest notes. (Think Carl Anderson).

Most of the time, Masano dresses like a laborer, in a Henley-style long-sleeved shirt, loose-fitting trousers, and soft boots or sandals depending on the weather. He prefers light colors, particularly shades of white and tan. In inclement weather he wears a simple brown hooded poncho-style cloak. If he is practicing his martial arts, training Atriya, or anticipates violence he wraps his hands and feet to protect them. He only ever dons ceremonial robes when making a point- such as when giving a speech to any of the labor unions or collectives who make up the Red Scarves, or when standing outside the more well-off temples to rail against their greed. His robes (like most Pardoners' robes) are similar to the hanfu-like robes of the bureaucracy. They are older, the white faded to cream, a bit frayed with age, and utterly unadorned with gold accents unlike other those of most other Pardoners. He no longer wears the saffron single-shoulder over-robes of a practicing Pardoner, as he has walked away from the order. He also never wears the holy symbol of that order, believing that faith is better demonstrated through compassionate action than eye-catching trinkets. Instead of a scarf, most of the time, he wears a scarlet hair-tie holding his ponytail back from his face. While he does have a few of the red scarves that gave his organization its informal name, he has no plans to wear them unless called upon to physically defend his comrades.

Raqui Alkurah, the Slightly-Mad Inventor

Alkurah is a very tall, somewhat gangling (6'5”, 231 lbs.- including his prosthetic, 215 without) half-kydoni, half-human 43 year old man of west Asian descent. The best faceclaim for him is actor Oded Fehr. His skin is a medium brown-tan color without strong undertones. His eyes are a yellowy hazel, not as orange as Amy's amber eyes, not as yellow as Atriya's. His hair is predominantly black, with pronounced silver-grey streaks at the temples. He wears it shoulder-length, wavy and loose unless he's working on something where that would be hazardous, at which point he holds it back with whatever's handy in something between a bun and a pony tail. He has a close-trimmed goatee, unusual for someone with kydoni heritage. Not unusual given his ancestry are the short horns emerging from high on his forehead and curving slightly back. His tail is shorter than a full kydoni's would be, reaching only to his calves, and ends in a hairy tuft. His left leg ends just above the knee, a birth defect he has developed his own prosthetic for. Although he is for the most part wirily built, his shoulders and chest are unusually broad, and his forearms are much more muscular than the rest of him due to how often he works with his hands. He has a heart-shaped face, with a bit of a widow's peak, high forehead, high cheekbones and a pointed chin, and bold features including a strongly aquiline nose and a wide mouth. He has a high degree of control over his facial expressions, but when he is genuinely delighted (usually by his own experiments and inventions) he is prone to a slightly manic grin that shows off his pointed canines. His speaking voice is a low, melodic baritone, and his singing voice trends toward a resonant bass. He sings to himself sometimes while working, making up tunes and painful slant rhymes as he goes.

Alkurah dresses much like other Transmuters and labor foremen, in a cotton Henley-style shirt under durable black wool coveralls (wool for fire resistance, black to hide grease and soot) with many pockets, tool belts, and protective gear including a heavy boot for his right leg, and goggles and gloves as they're required. Over this he tends to wear a light grey, long-sleeved, tailed woolen coat with even more pockets stuffed with precision instruments, half-finished projects, crumpled blueprints, and the occasional snack. His left leg is one of two prosthetics he himself designed. One resembles an oversized metal boot with interlocking armor panels, made of personally-reinforced aluminum. It has a built-in locking mechanism he can activate by hand, so he uses it when he needs to hold something in place while he works on it. The other, more commonly worn, is better suited to walking or standing, with a functional knee joint involving compression springs, and a tapered steel peg from where the calf would be to the ground, with a rubber 'foot' on the end like that of a cane. This leg also contains a number of concealed compartments, which unlike his many pockets, he actually takes pains to ensure are not discovered by anyone not in the Talons of Razhan.

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FACE SHAPE: oval, defined jaw and chin, medium forehead, wide set features. CHEEKS: have thinned out since childhood, still carry some baby fat, adding to his youthful appearance. CHEEKBONES: high, elongating his otherwise rather short lower face, not overly pronounced, but they add shadow in dim lighting, squaring off his cheeks. LIPS: wide set, full when parted, thinning when he smiles, pronounced shape, rounded lower lip and arched top lip. SKIN COLOR: pallid & alabaster, honeyed undertones, easy to flush, easy to bruise, veins visible beneath the skin. SKIN TYPE: prone to dry skin, rougher in areas around his joints, scarred, tough, soft along his forearms, neck, thighs.  EYE SHAPE: wolfish, characteristic, expressive, thinner when narrowed or distracted, widening dramatically when surprised or angling his gaze. EYE COLOR: medium blue / grey, slate, aegean, argent. different lighting changes the hue of his eyes, small pupils adding an intenseness to the colour  EYEBROW SHAPE: relatively unmanipulated, small arches towards the outset of the brow, full, angling towards the bridge of his nose, expressive.  EYEBROW COLOR: dark brown, burnt umber, the same colour as his hair EYELASHES: long and dark, adding to the intensity of his gaze�� NOSE SHAPE: blunt, wide at the bottom and narrow through the top, relatively flat, making his eyes look larger, again adding to his youthful appearance  HAIR TEXTURE: very soft, always clean, side swept and relaxed, not often styled properly ( kept short enough it doesn’t always have to be ) but when it is, he doesn’t use enough product to dramatically change the texture. HAIR COLOR: dark and rich, burnt umber & black, flecked with strands of auburn, beginning to grow in grey hairs, mostly visible around the temple. HAIR LENGTH: short, cut closer around the sides than the top, pushed back along his hairline, rarely grown out past an inch of length on the sides. ( NORMAL / LONG ) 

UPPER BODY

SHOULDERS: broad, his most defined area of muscular definition, round, strong, muscled, proportionate to his small stature ; still slim according to his body type. ARMS: toned, muscled, not overly so, defined and strong, but not to the point of being notable. STOMACH AREA: a small amount of belly fat, strong but not skinny, slim, athletic, but not obsessively so. becomes well defined if he stops drinking beer and eats less for about two weeks. heavily scarred with burn marks that stretch from his hips to his breastbone and onto his shoulders. stretches around onto his back. LOVEHANDLES?: lil ones if his pants are too tight. CHEST/BREASTS: broad, defined, given the slightness of his stature. pectoral muscles evident, even through a shirt ( PLS ENJOY )  NIPPLES: small, normal placement, dark pink  BACK: slight hunch at the top, lightly defined back muscles, prominent shoulder blades.  HAND SIZED: normal, perhaps a little smaller than average, rough fingers, calluses along the top of his palms from weightlifting, dry skin from bartending. 

LOWER BODY

HIPS: narrow, slightly too narrow for his shoulder size but not notably so, scarred, small amounts of fat. BOTTOM: round, muscled, does his romanian deadlifts.  THIGHS: toned, have some fat to them but are relatively slim, peppered in dark brown hairs. CALVES: muscled, pale, proportional to the rest of his legs. LEG LENGTH: relatively proportional, but slightly shorter in proportion to his torso ( wears higher pants to compensate ) 

OTHER

BODY HAIR: a light amount, thicker on his arms than elsewhere, doesn’t grow a lot on his chest or back ( keeps this area relatively hairless for the #aesthetic otherwise he’d look a little pubescent ), thicker hair from his belly button down to join his pubic hair, which is kept trimmed but not shaved, hair on his legs left as it is, relatively average in length, colour, etc., in proportion to his dark hair. has a hard time growing facial hair, keeps it shaved. SCENT: aftershave ( fresh, cutting, spiced ), armani cologne ( heavy, musky, earthy ), toothpaste, a small amount of natural musk / odour  HAND NAILS: very short. he’s considerate like that. TOENAILS: also very short. VOICE: natural accent is an amalgam of northern canadian, russian, and american, practiced his accent into a highly american ( almost comically so, occasionally slips up ) accent, with dropped consonants and slurred vowels. when he grows more comfortable and stops forcing his accent, it’s moved to an average south-east canadian accent, slightly less nasal than an american accent, particular about his consonants, very articulate and well enunciated. sometimes edged with a slavic accent when he’s distracted, vowels rounding, darkening. voice is a higher baritone, warm, rich, gravelly, held in the back of his throat as he speaks. HEIGHT: five feet, nine inches / 176 cm WEIGHT: about 150 - 160 lbs, depending on his level of muscular definition PIERCINGS: had ear lobe piercings, doesn’t wear them anymore. once had a lower lip and tongue piercings, doesn’t wear either of these. small scar on his lower lip from where he used to wear the jewelry.  TATTOOS: in later verses, large tattoo up his back of a tree, branches stretching around to help cover some of the scarring, including onto his stomach and chest. geometric  tattoo on his shoulder, stretching down into a half sleeve ( left shoulder )  BRA SIZE: not wearing one  SHOE SIZE: size 10 men’s PREFERRED CHOICE OF SHOES: boots or sneakers, mostly work boots but will occasionally wear high tops  CLOTHING STYLE: cheap, classic. mostly wears casual clothing other than for work, few logos, dark colours. t-shirts and jeans, hoodies, leather jackets, occasionally nicer sweaters. very utilitarian, very inexpensive, very unlikely to go out of style. thinner fitting pants, form-fitting shirts. GENERAL BODYSHAPE: slim and somewhat athletic, smaller build, unthreatening, not noticeably muscled through clothing, slight hunch to his shoulders, narrow stance, does not take up a lot of space. unassuming. 

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Dionysus - Park Jimin

CHAPTER 6

Diona's POV

Tied up feelings. Does that mean anything to you? Do you know it when you close your eyes for a moment, look around again and lastly touch things to realize something? Do you know that feeling when you are dominated by something else, when you lose control?

Then you gulp and it pulls in your chest, your breath is briefly gone. It jams behind your eyes, you're unable to do anything, to say anything.

Has a voice ever touched your soul? No more than four words that came out of his mouth and yet I heard something in his tone of voice that was so fascinating and reassuring to hear that it had settled in my head.

A human, surrounded by an angelic aura, white little sparkles that did not stray from his body for a second as if they belonged to him only.

Scintillation. The glittering of the stars, the creation of flashes of light. A man who reflected the entire universe in his eyes?

His small nose was like drawn, with almost invisible freckles and a slight shimmer on the tip of his nose.

Such piquant features, such prominent cheekbones and jaw lines that you wanted to draw him here and now.

When a silver strand of hair fell on his forehead, tiny glitter particles flew around us, making him smile. As soon as his snow-white teeth appeared, my mouth also formed into a smile.

Two loud blast sounds in a row.

My hand on his chest trembled when I tried to take it away, but he wouldn't let me. It was really the beating of his heart. His ice-blue eyes were still focused on my small smile.

I glanced at the chandelier on the ceiling, which was swaying back and forth.

My hand now floated in front of his face before my index finger touched his lower lip. He closed his eyes and remained still like a statue. My nail brushed along his feathery lips, forming a heart shape.

Could something like that really be just a human being?

I took a deep breath, because I noticed that I was losing more and more control. But it was just a dream, so I could say whatever I wanted.

"Do we drink at midnight and kiss until our lips burn?"

He opened his eyes.

But this time we heard a ringing that came from afar. It sounded like a giant horn, indicating a signal. The sound was so frightening, it made me sick.

As if out of nowhere, there was suddenly a grape between his index finger and thumb, that he slowly brought to my mouth. Biting the grape, I felt his fingers touching my lips. My whole body tense up from the contact.

Why was his impact stronger than mine? Why did it feel like my skin was on fire the closer he got to me?

Then he slowly got up and without further ado he ran out of the room, towards the direction where this loud instrument came from.

I swallowed hard, the sweet taste arousing a desire for more.  I was completely alone and knew that I would wake up soon. I licked over my lips, they still tasted like the delicious fruit. Slowly I lay back on the bed and turned to my right. This was the moment when I first realized what was hidden behind the long curtains. No windows, no. It was the ocean.

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"I ask for the last time! What the fuck did you put in my drink?!"

I grabbed him by the collar and looked into his big eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted up every second, not because he seemed amused, but..

"What? What are you smiling at now?" When he smirked, one corner of his mouth went higher than the other, his teeth looked even bigger in real life than in the pictures, he had not only two dimples, but four. I didn't want to admit it, but my heart was beating like a madman. He was fascinating.

"I'm just happy."

I let him go. "Oh, my God, what did you do to me while I was half dead?"

He suddenly bit his teeth. "If you knew BTS, you would know we're not such disgusting people. I never touched you once. Even if you accused me of something like that, I'd still like you to keep on painting."

I kept looking into Jungkok's eyes, but found no trace of hypocrisy. How could this angel lie?

"Okay, I get it. Just transfer the whole amount back" ,he lifted my bag and walked through the huge mansion. Opening the door, he looked at me sadly. I sighed loudly and took my things off him.

"See you tomorrow" I rolled my eyes before I got in the car and sod off.

There was a sudden pressure on my temples, which made me hiss. "Fuck" I whispered and looked in the rearview mirror before I stopped at the side of the road. An unbearable beeping in my ears started now. I shut my eyes, continuing to massage my temples.

He was staring at me. But this time with an incredibly fearful look that would make even a demon jealous. As if he was peering right into my soul. His eyes were darker than the night that gave me goose bumps.

"Get out of my head!" I hit the steering wheel and tried to breathe. I opened the compartment to my right so I could take my pills. I screamed with rage as all three fell from my trembling hand.

I was looking down at my leg when my phone suddenly vibrated.

Jong-suck my dick is calling.

"Hello."

"Diona you little whore, where have you been for a day?!"

A day?

"Ha ha, that was a good one."

But when I looked at the date, my eyes widened. I- I had been there for a.. a day?

I heard him taking a deep breath and puking it out, so I covered my ears. I was ready.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, ARE YOU STONED OR SOMETHING? DID YOU SMOKE? YOU'VE BEEN WITH GOD KNOWS WHO SINCE YESTERDAY! PAINTING A WALL, MY ASS, DON'T LIE. DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO GO THERE? NO. HAVE I BEEN ABLE TO REACH YOU? NO. DID I HAVE TO LIE TO YOUR PARENTS ABOUT YOU SLEEPING AT MY HOUSE? YES!"

I opened my eyes again as he gasped for breath. Here we go again.

"NOW COME TO MY PLACE, BECAUSE OF YOU I COULDN'T FUCK SOMEONE THAT NIGHT BECAUSE I WAS SO WORRIED."

I raised my eyebrows and.. well..

I just hung up.

-

"OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He rubbed himself in his most precious place. I pushed him aside and lay down on the grey couch in the living room.

"Now she yawns like a hyena?"

He ran up to me and started grabbing me everywhere. "Ew let go!"

"What have you been doing all night long that makes you so tired?!" He held my hands, which were trying to beat him, and analyzed my neck. Was he seriously looking for hickeys?

"Oh man, she had her first time, and I wasn't the one she had the pleasure with?" ,he sighed disappointed.

"Oh please, it would take too long for you to get yours up anyway."

He made his lips into a line.

"Oh, and by the way," I started taking my pills right after that.

He blinked for a second.

"-I saw Jungkook from BTS."

It didn't take long before he burst into laughter and looked at me as if I had lost my mind. "That was a good one."

I grinned, getting up and looking for something yummy in the fridge. "You don't believe me? Just come with me next time."

"Hmm" he nodded, "sure. Everyone wants to see JK, right?" He still laughed at me.

I sat down after I had prepared a delicious toast. But what was that between my legs?

JK's giant **** maybe?

And there she was again. Let me introduce you. My inner me, which spoke to me from time to time.

"Jongsuk."

"Yes?" he asked while playing with his cell phone.

"Open your mouth" I said sweetly, and he did. I stuffed the thong into his mouth, which I had found between the crack of the sofa.

He got up immediately and threw it at me. "Psychophath! I  told you!"

"Fuckboy. I told you."

After a while he had calmed down and got ready for tonight. I, on the other hand, was in a conversation with his brother, who was a therapist.

"Try to control the action in your dream. It' s called lucid dreaming. It sounds dreamy in the truest sense of the word, and it works."

I scratched my head. " But I already can. It feels too real... And that's what scares me so much. I can even absorb scents. And it looks like I've been dreaming for more than a day but I can't complain."

This time he was the one who scratched his head. He stared at his younger brother, who was coming out of his bedroom. "She needs at least fifteen sessions."

"Maaaaaan", I murmured and got up. "Are there any more of my clothes here?" Jong-suk nodded. "And shoes?" He nodded again.

I thanked my therapist by bending over. "It looks like I'll let it all out tonight."

He nodded understandingly, whereupon I started to get ready.

-

Author's POV

"She had stars in her eyes and poetry on her lips. Loving a woman like her will bring you to your knees.." ,he simply nodded as he spoke with such certainty.

"Sitting next to her was like taking a sip of eternity, the sun, the stars, the sky never tasted so good."

Jimin and Jungkook had their eyes on each other. Jungkook licked over his lips and finally nodded as he leaned back. A calming silence then set in. As if they were too busy with their thoughts.

Their attention suddenly shifted to the door. The person knocked exactly three times and only then did Jimin get up. With elegant steps, he walked there to open it. Jungkook watched his black hair shining in the light.

The person at the door lowered his head slightly to one side, "Come on, let's go."

-

"Shut the fuck up, please!" she hissed and tried to cover his mouth. " Shhhhh!"

Jongsuk managed to free himself from her small hands. "It's fucking Suga, oh my God!"

When they left Jongsuk's penthouse, Diona recognized the stunning purple sports car on the road with which she had a race.

She decided to follow the driver, but nobody could have imagined where they would end up and who he was.

Jongsuk drove further back and tried to disguise himself,  fortunately his car was black and therefore more inconspicuous than Diona's in the dark. Suga stepped aside, allowing you to see..

Was that..

Diona put her hand on her heart.

"I-is this really-"

Park Jimin?

All three of them got in the car when the others heard the sound of three doors slamming.

"He," she swallowed loudly, "looks completely different than in my dreams."

Jongsuk finished his cigarette and drove further into the forest before they were caught. "I don't want to sound weird, but as much as I love women and their pussies, those men over there are the hottest men that were ever born."

Diona's POV

The only thing I could say or do about this statement was to nod like a lunatic. "And that's only three of the seven members..."

We held our breath as they raced past us and seconds later we followed them. I played with the ends of my dress, trying not to die of a heart attack.

"I think I know where we're going." We exchanged glances. "They're going to the most luxurious club in Seoul."

"But what if they get attacked by dozens of fans there? Isn't that too dangerous?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if the club was owned by one of them so they could choose exactly who was allowed to get in and who wasn't."

He had a point.

"Wait a minute" I looked at him. " That means that we're not gonna get in. Look at us."

"Hey!" he said angrily as he tried not to lose track of them. "We look like Bonnie and Clyde."

I grunted like a pig. "More like Spongebob and Patrick, but okay."

"We're almost there" ,he ignored me.

As Jongsuk had already claimed, Suga drove in the direction of the back building and disappeared as if from nowhere. We, on the other hand, parked in the parking lot for the regular guests.

"Ready?" He checked me out with his perfect face.

"Let's go" I nodded.

"And don't forget to show your cleavage."

I was about to take off my red high heel and hit him with it. "What am I? A whore?"

"Yes," he giggled cute. "My little whore." The guard gave us a weird look when he heard that.

"Lee Jongsuk and Park Diona",I spoke in a deep voice, licking my red lips.

The bodyguard grabbed the plug on his ear and turned his back on us. After a few seconds, he bent over in front of my feet. "I'm sorry, of course you can come in."

Just as I was about to beg him to let us in, I stopped. What did he say?

"Just hurry up" ,Jongsuk whispered, pushing me past him.

A strong red light shone in my face, the walls, even the floor gleamed as if there were mirrors everywhere. Only after a few seconds did I realize that they were really mirrors. In the whole club. The bass vibrated under my feet, the red light changed to dark blue and left me speechlessly standing on the court. The sound of the music was another level, it sounded perfect. Everything was perfect.

"Come on, show these people how badass my best friend can dance!" Jongsuk yelled and slapped my ass. I laughed out loud and looked away from him while we stood at a table. The club was crowded, except for the lower area. If you looked up, you saw VIP seats, but they were still free.

At that very moment I heard a beat that sounded very familiar to me. I moved to the rhythm, I knew what was coming.

Usher, Usher, Usher

"Wooooooo!" Jongsuk yelled, trying to hit on me. I laughed louder and louder until a sudden cheer broke out. Not a single person who didn't clap, scream or jump around.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

My eyes sought the path that all other eyes followed, because I wanted to know where they were looking.

Upstairs. Someone was actually standing there,

with his divine aura.