#jia dawn

[thalassous]

MARiA MENDEZ iS GONE:

@thesewers's beautiful texan children who are present throughout the entire narrative surely

[i2sunric]

MON AMOUR (p.sh)

pairing: husband!sunghoon x reader (f)

summary: after a tiring day spent following your twin children and doing the chores, what could be better than letting your husband take care of you?

warnings: fluff & smut. unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), they have a daughter and a son, creampie, p in v, dirty talk, meandom!hoon, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, making out, kissing, cuddling. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

wc: 3.1k

published: 20th May 2024

taglist: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted @jwnghyuns @seunghancore @bangtancultsposts (one shot) @slut4hee @love13tter @deobitifull @xiaoderrrr @cha0thicpisces @minjaexvz @crimnalseung @skylaly @ensaz008

a/n: based on this ask from anon. hope you don’t mind i changed it a little bit <3 i just love imagining how enha would call their kids (like, in heeseung’s fic, jia 😭😭)

“I want the pink toothbrush!” Your daughter shouted with her high pitched voice, pointing at the toothbrush of the respective colour.

“Alright.” You smiled and handed it to her, “Here you go, Haneul.” 

“And you?” You looked at Haneul’s twin brother, smiling ever so sweetly “I want green.” Yohan answered, his chubby finger pointing at the toothbrush. 

You removed it from the wrapping and handed it to him “Now, brush your teeth, I want them all clean, alright?” 

Both of them nodded and you started filling in the laundry, programming it to function for that night. Spring coming with its perfect weather for the twins to play outside, it also meant your laundry had to work overtime with the amount of mud they get on their clothes.

Turning around, you noticed them arguing over the toothpaste. You shook your head and took it out of Haneul’s hand before she could make a mess and put a little bit on it on both of their toothbrushes. 

Patrolling so that they wouldn’t argue over something silly again, you helped them in their pyjamas and tugged their covers.

With one kiss on each of their foreheads, you whispered “Good night.” And exited their room, hoping none of them woke up for the whole night.

You rested your back against the door, rubbing your temples with a soft sigh. You loved the twins, you had never wished for something as wonderful as them— But it was draining to follow them the whole day and also do all the chores. 

You tried your best not to let it show, Sunghoon surely had it worse, waking up at dawn and coming back later than sunset. It must be so exhausting you didn’t have the heart to complain about your own tiredness.

You walked to the bedroom, opening the door just to widen your eyes when you saw Sunghoon’s figure, removing his blazer meaning he had just come home. 

You smiled “Hey.” You said, closing the door behind your back. 

He raises his eyebrows at the sight of you. “Hey pretty,” Sunghoon murmured, his eyes trailing along the length of your body.

He threw his jacket on the edge of the chair sitting over by his desk, his eyes not leaving you for a moment.

“You’re back.” You stated, fighting the urge not to add a ‘finally’ and walked towards him, taking the jacket to fold it better.

He watched as your fingers nimbly folded the jacket, a soft smile appearing on his tired face. 

Sunghoon felt the stress of the day slowly disappear from him when he looked at you. He reached out and took the jacket from your hand, setting it down before pulling you close to him.

“I couldn't stay away from you three any longer.” He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss upon your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head “They kept asking about you.” 

A small laugh escaped his lips and he tightened his arms around your waist in return, “Did they really?” It was rhetorical since he already knew the answer. 

He hadn’t been home early enough to see them for days due to his work and he couldn’t help but feel guilty at the fact. Sunghoon knew that he needed to spend more time at home, with you and his little daughter and son.

You hummed, resting your head on his chest with a small sigh. You had missed the way your bodies mended together, just so perfect for each other.

His warm embrace always made your day better, no batter what hardship you had encountered— He just knew what made you happy.

Noticing that you weren’t saying much as usual, where you would tell him all the things that happened through the day, Sunghoon gently cupped the back of your head, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“You ok, love?” He asked softly, tilting your head up so he could look at you, his eyes scanning your face to search for any sign of discomfort.

“I’m sorry,” You shook your head “I’m just tired.” You gave him a small smile, not wanting to worry him much. 

He nodded, understanding that you were going through a lot as well, “Don’t apologise,” Sunghoon mumbled, before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I think we could both benefit from being in bed right now,” He teased lightly, a smirk appearing on his lips “You worked so hard, even ironed all my blazers.”

“Yeah but you take a shower first.” You pointed a threatening finger in his chest “I just changed the sheets.” 

Sunghoon chuckled lowly, “Then come join me,” He winked, gently squeezing your hip as he stepped back towards the bathroom, not letting you take a moment to respond that he was dragging you with him. 

“Hoon…” You murmured, looking back anxiously, despite the bathroom being private, they still might hear you “We need to be quiet.” 

Sunghoon looked over at you with a cocky smile, unbuttoning his shirt slowly “You know I’ll try my hardest.”

You narrowed your eyes “You never do.” 

He smirked back at you as he dropped his shirt to the floor, “You love it though,” He quipped teasingly, watching you as you stood there, watching him unabashedly.

You crossed your arms “The twins might hear us, I’m not sure they’re asleep yet.” 

“I’m sure they are.” He commented, stepping closer to you and pulling you flush to him once again.

“Besides, it’s you who needs to keep quiet, baby.” He mumbled softly as he leaned down to press a trail of kisses along the side of your neck.

You let out a contented sigh, tilting your head back to give him more access.

His hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, his fingers gliding over the bare skin of your stomach.

Sunghoon pushed you against the counter, his teeth nibbling your collarbone, leaving small, red marks.

His hands squeezing your hips gently to keep you in place.

He was desperate to have you close again after being so busy for days and his body was missing you.

You let your hands wander all over his bare chest, feeling his shaped muscles. The feeling of your hands all over him made him eager and desperate to touch you as well. 

He quickly grabbed the hem of your shirt, bringing it over your head before tossing it to the side. 

Sunghoon let out a small groan when he noticed you weren’t wearing any bra. His hands found your breasts right away, groping them.

You attached your lips to him and as the kiss deepened, his hands started trailing down to your hips once again, his fingers digging into the flesh. 

Sunghoon pulled you even closer, moaning lowly into the kiss as he grinded against you, his desire for friction evident against your body.

You let out a shaky breath and trailed your hand down to palm his clothed bulge. 

His breath hitched and his forehead rested against yours, looking into your eyes as you palmed him. 

His lust-filled gaze locked with your own and his hand moved to grab yours, gently pulling it away.

Sunghoon had a smirk on his lips as he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. “Not yet, love.”

You looked at him puzzled “Why not?”

“I want to take my time with you tonight,” Sunghoon spoke gently, his eyes burning into yours. 

One of his hands lifted to move strands of your hair and place it behind your ear. “Just because I haven't been home much doesn’t mean I’ve lost any of my skills. Just relax.” He reassured you, wiggling his thick brows.

“Yeah?” You chuckled “How about you show me?”

Sunghoon’s lips stretched up into a mischievous smirk, pulling the elastic from your hair and letting your hair fall down your shoulders.

He pushed his knee up between your legs, his smirk widening at the small gasp he managed to pry from your lips ”That's exactly what I plan on doing,” He replied.

His knee rubbed up against your heat, applying light pressure every now and then just to tease you. He could feel how hot and desperate you were becoming.

When you felt something sharp on your shoulder, you gasped “Sunghoon… No marks.”

He grinned against your skin, “But you love it when I mark you,” He purred into your ear. 

You lightly hit his shoulder “Still, it’s difficult to hide them.”

Sunghoonleaned closer so his lips hovered over yours, the two of you sharing the same breath and exhales.

”I don't want you to hide them, love,” His eyes burning with desire as he looked down at your body. “I want you to wear my marks with pride.”

You nagged “How will I explain to the twins where these marks come from?”

A low chuckle left his lips as he let his head drop down to your shoulder, his nose rubbing against your skin. 

“They’re too young to know,” He mumbled against your neck, “And these are for my eyes only anyways.”

You rolled your eyes at his shameless he was “You’re incredible.”

Sunghoon’s other hand moved to hold your chin gently so you’d look at him, his dark eyes boring into yours.

His leg moved up again, pressing harder and rubbing up against the sensitive spot he knew you’d moan at. 

“Hoon…” You murmured, unable to grind your hips on his thigh with the way he was holding you.

 “Do you know how much I missed this?” He breathed out, his fingers gently caressing your cheek before pulling your face closer to his, his mouth hovering just over yours.

“As much as I did.” You replied and made your lips crash back together, your tongues dancing the ballad of love.

“Please..” You pleaded, feeling your body burn in desire “Sunghoon, please.” 

“Please what, pretty?” Sunghoon asked mockingly, knowing exactly what it was that you wanted, but not giving it to you just yet.

“Stop teasing.” You said desperately “Stop teasing you say?” He grinned, “And just give you what you want?” He murmured before pressing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear.

“Not tonight, baby. Tonight I want you to take what you’re given and you’ll be grateful for everything I do to you.”

Your body shuddered at his words, just the thought of finally being able to be his all over again made slick pool your panties. You nodded obediently, his husky tone just fuelling your desire.

 “Good girl,” Sunghoon mumbled softly, his hand reaching out to gently pull you forward.

“C'mon, you deserve to unwind after dealing with our babies all by yourself,” He reassured with a warm smile, leading you towards the bedroom.

You walked beside him and laid down on the bed, all bare except for the shorts you were still wearing. You looked up at him with utter lust, your nipples hardening at the sight of his huge bulge poking through his working pants. 

Sunghoon noticed it and massaged your breasts, licking his bottom lip.

Your breath was heavy, your eyes piercing through his body and your pussy aching for his cock.

“I need you.” You whispered “Yeah? Need me that bad?” You nodded, rubbing your thighs together.

Such a sight made his cock twitch in his pants, the fabric becoming more and more tight “Can’t wait anymore, mh?” He said and reached for your pants.

“Lift your hips for me.” He said and you complied, helping him remove them. 

Sunghoon held his body above you, his hands on either side of your head to prevent himself from crushing you. 

His tongue quickly slipped into your mouth once again as he relished in the taste he’d missed so badly.

“I’m going to fuck you,” He kissed your lips, unzipping his pants “I’m going to fuck you so good, put another baby in you.”

He groaned at the memory of your swollen belly, carrying not one but two of his children. The idea of having a third one went straight to his cock.

“Knock me up.” You said, blissful euphoria clouding your senses.

Sunghoon pulled down his boxers and pants, his cock sprung free, angry and pulsating. 

Your hand went down to pump it, wanting to provide him some kind of relief.

He let out a moan, bucking his hips to fuck your fist “Do you want me to prep you?” He asked. 

“No, just fuck me.” You said, impatiently, “Make me yours.”

You didn’t need to say more, Sunghoon pulled your hand away to align himself to your entrance after slipping your panties to the side and then pushed his thick tip inside of you. 

“So wet already.” You moaned out at the stretch, so sweet and painful at the same time until he pushed all of him inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix.

“You feel so good, baby,” He mumbled quietly, his body desperate for more of the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

Sunghoon’s hands gripped your hips as he slowly began to roll his own against your body, setting a slow rhythm for both of you.

You rolled your eyes back, mouth agape as you felt him pull out just to push himself right back into you.

“S-shit baby.” He groaned as he picked up pace “Squeezing my cock so tight.” 

You grasped his forearms, his muscles under your palms “Fuck— Yes.” You moaned, a little too loudly.

“Shh,” He shushed by crashing his lips on your, swallowing your moans “You don’t want Haneul and Yohan to hear you, do you?” 

You shook your head, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. 

Your own hand went down to rub small circles on your clit, bringing yourself even more pleasure.

Sunghoon craved you, your body, your mind, your whole being. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed himself deeper, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. 

“My wife.” He grunted “My gorgeous wife.” 

You hummed, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts “I missed you so much.” You breathed out. 

Sunghoon nodded in understanding, claiming your lips once again “I missed you too, baby.” 

Sunghoon squeezed your nipples, making you moan “I’ll take tomorrow off, fuck the company, just want be with my family.” He snapped, his hips moving more harshly against yours.

You didn’t have the mind to reply to his rumbling, his pace along with the feeling of him was enough to make the knot in your stomach tighten. 

You clenched around him, making him curse under his breath “How come you’re still so tight?” He scoffed mockingly “Pushed out two babies and you feel tighter than before— Shit!” Sunghoon bit down his bottom lip to muffle his moans.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him more down to you “Hoon, I’m gonna cum.” You warned.

“I know, pretty,” Sunghoon panted heavily between moans, his pace even faster as he chased his own end. “Cum for me, yeah?” He mumbled, “Wanna feel you come undone for me.”

You tried to hold it back, wanting the moment and the pleasure your husband brought you to last forever— But it had been a while since you two shared an intimate moment and your body wasn’t used to it as much anymore. 

With one particular deep thrust, you came with a muffled moan, your body squirming and back arched. 

Watching your orgasm sent him over the edge and he came soon after, “Fuck, Fuck.” Groaning heavily as he felt your walls clenching around him. 

He emptied his load inside you, coating your insides with his cum “Take my cum, angel.” Sunghoon twitched inside you “Take it all, good girl.”

As you both tried to come down from your high, he laid on top of you, not caring that he was probably crashing your body. You didn’t care as well when all you wanted was for him to stay close.

One of your hands went to brush his bangs out of his sweaty forehead and you pressed a small kiss on his thick brow. 

Sunghoon chuckled, the aftercare sessions always full of giggle and unspoken affection..

“Will you seriously take tomorrow off?” You asked quietly after a while, unsure whether he was being serious or if he was just too in the moment. 

He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb “I’m the CEO, I decide what I want.” He said proudly. 

You smiled widely, a warm sensation spreading inside your chest “Really?” 

“Really.” He promised, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip “We’ll make a big surprise to the twins and after we take them to kindergarten….” He bucked his hips, his cock still inside your warm pussy, none of you wanting to disconnect your bodies.

He leaned down to whisper inside your ear “I’m going to have you all for myself, fuck you full of my cum until you can’t no more.” 

You kissed him, biting his bottom lip harshly “I’m down.” Sunghoon moaned, pulling you into another make out session, your bodies moving at a slow rhythm.

After cleaning up, you laid down side by side, his big body engulfing yours, warm arms protectively around your waist.

You missed all of it, the smell of his cologne, the warm feeling of the sheets around both your bodies, his soothing presence.

Sunghoon traced small patterns on your back “Stop drawing dicks.” You nagged, chuckling.

He smiled and pressed a featherlight kiss on your head “I’m so lucky to have you.” He took your hand in his, both your rings tingling “And I never tell you enough how grateful I am for our babies.”

You snuggled closer to his chest “I’m so lucky to have you too— I wouldn’t have made it alone.”

“I love you so much.” Sunghoon whispered, his eyes slowly closing, exhaustion overtaking him “I love you more.” You murmured back.

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

Sujamma Sundas

The wonderful @lathepoquerose tagged me in this cutest game where I have to share 3-5 quotes from my OC, so me and Jia can help sweet Sujamma learn his letters! 🥰

"I am Akatosh’s blessed, Daedra. I always have a choice."

"Strike hard and brave and do not humble me. If you do, I will come back from the dead to haunt your limited time on Nirn. By my hope of Sovngarde, I swear this, Miraak."

"That fire, and all the fires of this world, are mine. They belong to me and no other."

"When I was a girl (. . .) my Shield-Sister, Aela, used to run her fingers over my forehead; here, like this. And she was telling me, she’d make me the loveliest wreath made of forget-me-nots to wear over my head, so I would never again forget the dreams hanging around in there." 

"It's the first time you're looking at me like that. Look at me. You know what I do—I recount everything I went through with you, every moment, every minute. I was enduring it, and I was telling myself to wait. I swore I'd take my vengeance, but first I wanted you to know. You ask what I am. I am what you named me: I am Fire. I am Death."

So, I tag: @miraakulous-cloud-district, @hircines-hunter,

@skyrim-forever, @pocket-vvardvark, @oblivions-dawn, and

@pinessydr without pressure of course! 💖

[zsakuva]

Hello!! Even though it's absolutely irrelevant, I thought I'd ask anyway since you seem the best person to answer the question(s) I'm about to ask:

First of all, I am someone who has listened to/ is open to listening to most types of music. But these days I feel like I'm falling behind in music genres such as ambient, folkkore or soundtrack annd much more.

On the other hand, it would be hard not to realize that you listen to these genres religiously in the short time I was able to use Discord!! So you kinda get the point of me asking this question specifically to you 🦉

So, let's ask you, King Crumpet, do you have any suggestions?, or important stuff you want to talk about? Let your people be cultured too!!

I normally consume soundtracks of things that I've played/watched before, and many are nostalgic for me. But I tend to listen to music that helps with my work, so I curate my playlists when I'm searching for a specific theme or mood. I also listen to my 'Discover Weekly' and 'Release Radar' semi-regularly to find new songs, so the artists in total are ALL over the place.

So in no particular order, I'll list off soundtracks that help my brainstorming/writing (bear in mind I don't listen to the whole soundtrack, just pieces that fit what I need):

MOVIES/TV SHOWS/ANIME

Game of Thrones - Ramin Djawadi

House of the Dragon - Ramin Djawadi

The Hunger Games movies - James Newton Howard

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power - Bear McCreary

The Wheel of Time - Lorne Balfe

The Untamed - Hai Lin

Tales From Earthsea - Tamiya Terashima

Psycho-Pass - Yugo Kanno

The Sandman - David Buckley

The Bourne Trilogy - John Powell

Oppenheimer - Ludwig Göransson

VIDEO GAMES

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - Jeremy Soule

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion - Jeremy Soule

Final Fantasy XII - Hitoshi Sakimoto

Final Fantasy XV - Yoko Shimomura

Horizon Zero Dawn - Joris de Man

Moss - Jason Graves

Pine - Tumult Kollektiv

Detroit: Become Human - Nia Fakhrara; Philip Sheppard; John Paesano

MISCELLANEOUS BUT NOTABLE ARTISTS

Yuki Kajiura

Gareth Coker

Nobuo Uematsu

Two Steps From Hell

Howard Shore

Jia Peng Fang

Will Savino

Royal Philharmonic Orchestra (normally renditions of video game soundtracks like Tomb Raider II)

Hans Zimmer

Loreena McKennitt

Mark Eliyahu

Yutaka Yamada

[choicesmc]

home is with her (but you’re close enough)

MC: Jiahao Thorne Book: Immortal Desires Word Count: Summary: Jiahao is terribly homesick for her sister an ocean away. Luckily for him, her mom can be too much like her. Banner: After the Bath by Joseph Lorusso Prompt: Hestia Taglist: @choicesmaychallenge24

The avocado was too firm to mush. That much Jiahao knew. Frustration coiled around him.

Adanne never struggled to mash a chunk of avocado. Her fingers flew over ingredients, weighing and mixing and measuring everything with her heart. She never had to pause to check a label. Never had to wrestle the peel off of something. 

Not that it mattered. 

Remembering the ease Adanne moved through the kitchen did nothing to soothe the gaping hole of longing that ate at Jia. In fact, every memory was coated in a poisonous layer of nostalgia that only fueled the homesickness that ran through her.

It emptied her. 

And Jiahao hated feeling empty. 

So when the bowl flew right out of her hands and smashed against the wall, leaving green half-mushed chunks to crawl down floral printed wallpaper, a quick shot of satisfaction tingled through Jia. …Right before being swallowed by the ever-growing void that longed for Adanne. 

“Jia?” 

He didn’t move, anger stiffening his stance, “What?”

The edge of her tone must have scared Charity off because she said nothing more. Instead she inspected the seasonings and powders lining the countertops and the odd egg here and there. 

When her eyes landed on the shaobing Jia clutched in hand, understanding dawned. 

“You’re peckish,” she stated, hands already flying over ingredients, making measurements with her heart. 

Jia said nothing, merely taking mental note of his mother as she flittered around the kitchen. 

Charity murmured under her breath –like Adanne did.

Her steps were light, barely making a sound as she  moved from counter to counter. Something Adanne did too.

Her eyes stayed trained on their task, barely pausing to let anything else catch their interests. Again. Just like Adanne. 

It was disgustingly sweet how much Charity resembled Adanne. Jia would’ve rolled her eyes if her soul didn’t sing at each similarity. It was embarrassing how tightly she clutched at every unexpected piece of Adanne that flowed through his mother. 

Voice tight, but honest, Jia spoke up, “How can I help?” 

Charity froze, excitement and neutrality battling for dominance over her expression. Ducking her head, voice high and breathy, Charity replied, “Sure, yeah, just, just grind the dried peppers, okay?” 

Jia nodded, reaching for the mortar and pestle. 

This wasn’t home. At least not without Adanne. But, Jia’s eyes flicked towards Charity, perhaps there were enough slivers of Adanne to make do anyway. 

A RECIPE CARD

A/N: another one juud? <- yes.

anyhow, something a little sweet this time <3 + yes the recipe does actually work both! It's a small snack I make from time to time. I promise you, it tastes a lot better than you might think. (i actually had some this morning!! but didn't think to take or a picture or smth, so hopefully i remember next time 🤞)

ENJOY!

[gaystan]

Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski Relationship Backlash Reveals the Hypocrisy of Political Critique of Celebrities

Why is being seen in public with Kyle Broflovski, of all things, the line in the sand?

When Crimson Dawn embarked upon their long-awaited Daybreak Tour in March 2023, it seemed like Stan Marsh could do no wrong. Their 5th studio album, idk man you name it im tired (2022), was their most successful; fans eagerly awaited the announcement of His Voice, an upcoming single; Marsh had recently come out of the closet and described himself as “Happier than ever.” Fans breathed a collective sigh of relief that the drama of 2018, which saw Marsh publicly “canceled,” was firmly in the past.

But two months later, we fans would be forgiven for feeling like the past four years never happened. Crimson Dawn’s tour of the U.S., wildly successful by any metric, has shared the spotlight with a steady stream of headline-grabbing drama, including social media unfollowings, pap walks, revealing new music, and, above all, a highly controversial new relationship. Marsh’s romance with podcaster Kyle Broflovski, who was recently described by Jia Tolentino as “something of a test case for the digital panopticon and its reaction cycle,” has been dogged by countless rumors of Broflovski’s attention-grabbing antics.

Broflovski is known for his controversy, and the motions of the outrage cycle are, consequently, fairly predictable: receipts documenting Broflovski’s behavior and critiques of Marsh’s “white activism” have spread across social media platforms, impassioned fans have launched a campaign to convince their idol to “engage in genuine self-reflection,” and even group chats I’m tangentially in are filled with disappointed disavowals, Onion headlines, and barf emojis.

It makes sense: Marsh is looked up to by idealistic young women everywhere, many of whom are heartbroken that he would choose to associate with someone heavily tied up in racism, misogyny, and Islamophobia. But this particular outrage cycle misses a few things.

First, Crimson Dawn fans claim their protests are not against Marsh’s dating choices per se, but against who has the privilege of associating with the mighty Stan Marsh brand. Yet the resulting impression is nonetheless that disillusioned fans simply don’t like their idol’s new boyfriend and are therefore appropriating the language of social justice (e.g., encouraging Marsh to commit to “dismantling systems of oppression”) in an attempt to change his mind. But Broflovski is not a public servant; the status of Marsh’s boyfriend is not a public good to be revoked nor a job from which someone can be justly fired for their sheer unpopularity. Conflating the two reveals the extent to which fans view Marsh as a public commodity whose intimate choices ought to be subject to collective vetting. What’s more, though well-intentioned, the positioning of one man’s romantic life as a broad political issue only serves to harm the credibility of progressive causes with a clearly defined political goal.

[cityofjieun]

★ . . . . jia's songs in skz-replay

new releases

no casket feat. han lyrics by : jia, han composed by : chAN’s (TAKE A CHANCE), jia arranged by : chAN’s (TAKE A CHANCE) song claim : ride for me - devita feat. dawn "baby what's on your mind"

making me lonley lyrics by : jia composed by : chAN’s (TAKE A CHANCE), jia arranged by : chAN’s (TAKE A CHANCE) song claim : salad days - iiso "i cant go back to before"

previously released

time feat.seungmin lyrics by : han, jia, seungmin composed by : han arranged by : han song claim : teatime - meenoi (feat. 10cm) "i have no reason to hate you"

last thought lyrics by : jia, han composed by : han arranged by : han song claim : pick your brain lyn lapid "i must have met you for a reason"

©︎ cityofjieun, all rights reserved. pls, do not copy or repost my work.

[badasgirlfriend]

Twisted Fantasy | A Bada Lee Wattpad Fanfic

pairings: bada lee x chen jiayi (fem oc)

genre: ex best friends (ex lovers) to lovers, enemies to lovers

a/n: here's a brief of chapter 8<3 read the rest of the chapter here (if the link doesn't work my user is hoezzwantme on wattpad)

'Are you familiar with the hitmaker known as Lucky? She's the mastermind behind some of the biggest hits from BTS and other HYBE groups. The truth is, no one knows her identity. Well, no one outside of a select few who have been fortunate enough to meet her or work alongside her. We know nothing about the female producer, save for one single detail: her age, which is alleged to be 27 years old. She supposedly revealed this information to the public, along with her birthplace of Daegu's Otgol Village, which was leaked by someone back in 2019. HYBE, meanwhile, remains guarded about her privacy. They've never shared any information regarding her, nor do they intend to in the future'

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck" this was really her, this was her Jia. All this time, she thought she'd moved away somewhere far. But she couldn't have been more wrong. Her emotions were torn between joy and sadness.

She found her Jia

Now it all made sense. She remembered when Jia told her that her name Jiayi, meant lucky one. She felt a chill run down her spine as that fact finally dawned on her. It was lucky indeed, for their paths to cross once more in such a way.

Bada starts laughing while a few tears stroll down her cheeks. She was proud of Jia for her accomplishments, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and longing. She was happy for her, but wished she could have been there with her all along.

Wiping her tears away from her cheeks, Bada wanted to hear her songs, even though she didn't have that many. She didn't have a large collection, only 6 songs, but her numbers of listeners was huge.

As she scrolled to the most streamed song on Jia's page, Bada closed her eyes and let the melody wash over her.

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

Bada sank down onto the floor, her emotions taking over as she covered her mouth. She tried desperately to keep herself together, covering her mouth and restraining herself as best as she could. But the tears were already running down her cheeks, and she was crying again. She knew that this particular song was about her, about the night that had cost them their friendship, and every time she heard it, the memories came flooding back. The cover of the song was a dead giveaway

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

Bada could feel the hurt in Jia's voice, and it hurt her so much that it felt like a stab to her heart. The lyrics were like a razor to her soul, carving out deep wounds that she knew were self-inflicted. She knew that she had hurt Jia deeply, but now knowing how she somehow felt, it was like the whole world was crashing down around her. In that moment, everything that had happened came flooding back to her

"I'm sorry," the broken girl choked out the words between sobs, rocking back and forth. She was overcome with grief and regret, her whole body shaking with emotion "It's all my fault Im sorry"

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

[snowball-doie]

whats renjun like with the kids

Yuna - He lovvvesssssssssss LOVES to spoil her. When she’s little, he ofc had no idea that they’d end up with three more kids later one, so she is his everything, and he wants to make sure she knows it. He takes her shopping for expensive clothes at designer stores. When she’s little, he dresses her in the CUTEST outfits!!! He loves to go on daddy-daughter dates with her to the mall, food markets, movies, etc. He’s the type of dad to find her sleeping on the couch as a teenager and he’ll carefully take her phone out of her hand, charge it for her, and put a blanket over her with a forehead kiss too. He looks at her and he sees Sooah… She takes his breath away. He’s not afraid to show how proud he is of her, almost to an annoying extent haha.

Jia - Like Yuna, Renjun spoils her too much with all of the expensive things she wants. On weekends in her teenage years, she’ll run up to him and say, “Baba, we’re going to the mall in an hour.” She’s not asking, she’s telling him, and you bet he’s ready to leave when she is. When Yuna grows out of her “spoiled rich girl” phase and dawns her “I’m just a girl trying to fit in” personality, Jia takes the opportunity to get all of Renjun’s attention so they can hang out all the time by going out on daddy-daughter dates to fancy restaurants, exclusive designer stores where they’re known well by the staff, and to cute cafes where he takes pictures of her for her social media. He loves her a lot, but as she grows up and continues to be a spoiled girl, he starts to worry that maybe he went too far giving her so many things and basically tossing money at her whenever she asked for it.

Jieun - They aren’t that close tbh. As a baby, she was always fussy in Renjun’s arms, which was so different from how Yuna and Jia were with him, so it broke his heart highkey. There really isn’t much for them to bond over except for dancing, but his passion for it dwindles as he gets older and decides to focus on family more than performing. He’s incredibly proud of her, though, and he’s not shy to tell her that. From a young age, he’s always been at her side, helping her with homework, running to the store for pads when she gets her first period, giving her advice when it comes to friendship drama, etc. They might not be as close as Renjun is with her sisters, but they love each other all the same, and she will still go and cuddle with him whenever she’s sad up until she turns 13.

Daehyun - Renjun is so heartbroken when Dae just won’t connect with him from the moment he’s born all the way up until college. That’s his only son, their only family namesake, and Renjun wanted a close relationship with him so badly, but it just never panned out. Dae was fussy with Renjun as a baby. He was disobedient around Renjun as a toddler. And he always fought with Renjun throughout middle school and high school. There’s just nothing Renjun can do— And he’s spent NIGHTS crying about this while hiding in Sooah’s arms, asking what he did wrong and how he can be better for their son. When Jeno asks Daehyun straight up what his deal is with Renjun, the kid can’t even come up with a good answer, which pisses all of the parents off to no end because their son is being unreasonable and unfair. By the time Daehyun moves out of the house, he never talks to Renjun while he texts the dads he close with almost every day.

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

Translated Comics and Arts (Sub Master-list)

“Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time, you become an image of what is remembered forever. I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age, forever.”

✧ 多肉酱yo

❄️ awakened from a nap

—

✧ 橘芝士 (weibo)

🌹 sub-masterlist

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✧ Baek-toria (weibo)/ 糖糖不要糖 (xhs)

🌹 sub-masterlist

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✧ 鱼鱼圆溜溜 (yu yu yuan liuliu)

✧ 叶白言墨 (ye bai yan mo)

🌹 sub-masterlist

—

🌹 happy lunar new year

🌹 can ceo victor really say no to a cute smile? 

🌹 on purpose

🌹 one sleepy afternoon

🌹 stealing a kiss

🌹 apple of my eye

—

✧ G-嘬不到李泽言的大奈子黑化版

🌹 waning light of time

—

✧ 郝好hxf (hao hao hxf)

🌹 to the end of the earth, with you

🌹 happy birthday

🌹 happy first dawn of 2023, my rose

🌹 upon returning from the business trip

—

✧ -美子MAZIO- (-mei zi MAZIO-)

🌹 whispers of fervour in the still of night

🌹 heart lake

🌹 together, every year thereafter

—

✧ 杏仁奶吃片 (xing ren nai chi pian)

🌹 cerulean allure

—

✧ 拂鉠 (fu yang)

🌹 104 is a man’s best dowry

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✧ 下亦- (xia yi-)

🌹 to me, only you are the most important

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✧ 福禄寿喜财超级加倍 (fu lu shou xi cai chao ji jia bei)

🌹 romance at its finest

🌹 your abs look so cool

—

✧ 路边一个圆 (lu bian ye ge yuan)

🌹 mom, I’m happy

🌹 at the end of the lights

—

✧ -南漠孤屿- (-nan mo gu yu-)

🌹 till the very end

—

✧ 玻璃茶儿 (bo li cha er)

🌹 rose colored world

—

✧ 霜霸坨 (shuang ba tuo)

🌹 fervent love

—

✧ 杨泪腺-Emalfire- 

🌹 flowing time

—

[kururu418]

What are Astro and Minvera’s child’s relations to Astro’s wives, Amber and Maria, Nia’s children (The Twilight Twins, Rain, and DJ), Star, Typhon, Python and his wife, Kitsune, Rosetta, and Nia’s Partners (Jia and AJ) be like?

Why would you send me this? You know I’m gonna answer them… 😡 (Also stop making me brainstorm about him in the main future au!) 

Alright, everything and the kitchen sink below.

Amber: Very respectful to her. As part of the guard he is technically sworn to swerve and protective, and of course with her and his mother being besties he’s very close to her. Can be a little too formal sometimes and Amber tells him to relax since they’re family. 

Maria: Also respectful towards her. Like Cetus she helps him work on his reading sometimes (thinks he might have some sort of disorder since he struggles with it so much despite one of the heads being particularly clever) and encourages him to be a little more thoughtful about his actions and not just rush into things. Sees her as the ‘wise one’ among Astro’s wives. 

The Twilight Twins: Dawn thinks he’s interesting just because he has two heads, and likes to spar with him a lot. Is a little jealous since he can use twilight magic, but since he doesn’t have the same amount of magical reserves as Nia he can only do it for a much shorter period. Dusk thinks he’s odd. Read his thoughts once and saw his minds are somehow separate but still in sync. Through him for a loop. Finds him to be a bit of a brute and too loud to be around. 

Rain: Acts annoyed by her but alway ends up caving in when she wants to play or explore something. Nicknamed each of the heads since she felt like it would be easier to tell them apart. It stuck with everyone else and even though it annoyed him at first he ended up going with it.  

DJ: Goes treasure hunting with him. They end up finding actual treasure thanks to his navigational skills. Gets scolded for taking him to such dangerous places all the time but he keeps doing it because… treasure.. 

Star: Spoils him rotten like she does all of her grandchildren. Always acts very embarrassed about it but never tells her to stop, partly because he thinks it would be disrespectful, and partly because he does kind of enjoy it.   

Typhon: Admires him and wants to be as strong as he is some day. Typhon likes having him around and they wrestle a lot.   

Python and Kyu: Python thinks (like Lacerta) he reminds him of his brother, which annoys him sometimes. Kyu is cordial but thinks he is weird and has seen him randomly eat some strange things. 

Kitsune: Finds his attitude entertaining and endearing. Spars with him with swords to try and help him surpass Dorado in swordsmanship.  

Rosetta: Was iffy about being around her at first since he felt like she made him feel stupid. Rosetta taught him how to use personal symbols instead of writing for certain things, including her personal maps. Very helpful for making things simple and making sure no one can use his private ones as accurately. Warmed up to her after that. Teaches him magic as well.

Jia and AJ: Though they were just weak humans until he saw them fight, and grew to respect them after that. Tried to eat Sol once.

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

WIP WEDNESDAY!

HELLO, many of my beloved mutuals tagged me in their snippets and WIP Wednesdays these days, and I can't thank you all enough for this, @kiir-do-faal-rahhe, @bostoniangirl21, @illumiera, @hircines-hunter, @skyrim-forever! 🧡 So, I thought it was the perfect chance to share something from chapter 22 of The Priest and the Dragoness...

Then, at the very crescendo of the fever, something strange happens. Instead of the howl of the wounded and rabid beast Jia was sure she’d cry as a devastated, furious rejoinder, Words of Power come out. They burst forth unbidden, unconscious from the shelter of her teeth, as though her very dragon soul has just equally enough and taken over without seeking the input of her reason, roaring through her human mouth. It’s like Solstheim all over again, but this time, it is not Storm Call that echoes from her depths. “TIID KLO!” The world stands still. Yet, as a newfound turn of her Voice’s reach, this stillness is not equally shared by all. Because the Second can feel everything with terrible clarity—time crawling as slowly as the rolling of a dewdrop on a mossy tree trunk, and the tapestry of space ripping out its yarns, leaving only a flimsy, dark shroud outstretching around him—a darkness of a familiar place nonetheless, for he’s been there before. Northwatch Keep. Hawk-swift, he whips his head around, left-right, left-right, left-right… and then—and then he sees her. At the end of the pitch-black corridor, with a lone sliver of light bathing her, a pure and pale aura shimmering in the gloaming, though beneath the purity, there is also something—something raw, bloody, with nerve endings hanging out all over the place, sharp and piercing like the most vicious fire straight from the bottomless pits of hell, and her eyes— —her eyes are bleached. Same as then, when he tortured her. Same as her father’s, when he tortured him. Pupils and irises there are not. Only two white moons. “You will not live to see the eye of your God.” She opens her mouth but her lips are unmoving and her voice… Auriel have mercy on him, her voice is dissonant and layered with someone—something?—else’s he’s dreaded to pinpoint. “Your heart burned. The fire seethed you from the inside. It crawls through your lungs before your breaths turn to ashes in your mouth. You blast inside out, and your maimed members scattered and melted. Until there is nothing left of you but bones.” His eyes widen. These… words! He—he recognizes them! He’s been—he’s been told before by— “You are dying.” She prophesies, weaving past, present, and future words like a myriad of astral spools of her mind. And for one time in this life of his, full of power and control, Caranthir feels fear for his sinful soul. “You died in the fire of your own veins and snow falls on top and covers you in a shroud of white. You did not run. You will not run. You cannot run.” He looks down— —his boots within a pool of blood; stuck, like trapped in quicksand. She laughs. “Shut up,” he whispers as he sinks. “S-Shut up, shut up, you witch!” And Elettra laughs harder.

There, Jia and her Beloathed Thalmor Enemy having a Real Moment™. Definitely inspired by Helaena's prophecy to Aemond from HotD—Jia's being Cassandra here...👀

I tag: @oblivions-dawn, @miraakulous-cloud-district, and @thequeenofthewinter and everyone who wishes to share something—don't forget to tag me back so I can see it! 🥰

[rayleeeen]

kulay ng tadhana "color of fate"

- jia x hobie (oc x canon) characters by @minquiec

"In the canvas of life, two soulmates find their colors in each other's presence, painting a masterpiece of love that knows no bounds."

summary: In a world full of of black & white, he finds his ray of sunshine. his eternal, his daylight.

or

Hobie sees Jia in five colors but orange is his favorite.

Alternate Universe - Soulmates Colors AU (Where they don't see colors until they have met their soulmate)

Side note: CHAPTER 2 WOOOO! I had a lot of fun writing this one 🤭

P. S. NOT YET PROOFREAD SO ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES I MADE, I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

CHAPTER 2: Soulmates Under the Midnight Stars

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The first thing he sees when he wakes up is the color black.

In Miguel's dimension, their advanced technology offered the finest medical care, so it was no wonder they had brought him here. The room, while unassuming, featured white walls, a tiled floor, and a window allowing gentle natural light. But when he awakened, the room wasn't what captured his attention; it was a young woman with raven-black hair, peacefully sitting in a chair beside him and asleep.

Hobie sits up more upright to get a clearer view of her, making an effort not to disturb her peaceful sleep. However, the moment he reclines back against the headboard, a familiar ache grips his chest, the same one he had felt back at the building. It's both a new and strangely familiar sensation. He can't help but groan in discomfort, which startles the young woman awake. Her eyes slowly adjust to the light as she stirs.

Once he had settled in a more comfortable position, Hobie seized the chance to closely observe her. He notes the vibrant color orange that harmonized with her suit. As she yawned and rubbed her eyes, it dawned onto him that the woman before him was, indeed, his soulmate, the same woman who he saw at that building. She eventually met his gaze, another small yawn escaping her lips.

"Ah, I see you are well awake," she looks at him with a small smile, her eyes still heavy with drowsiness from her nap.

"Had a comfortable nap, yeah?" Hobie hummed as the woman stretches out her upper body.

"Very, it's been a long day." the woman responded, shifting her posture to sit properly and lean against the seat next to him.

She took a moment to inspect his body, checking for any signs of seepage from the bandages. "How are you feeling?"

Hobie shrugged. "Could be worse," he admitted. "although my chest is still causing me a bit of pain."

She nods at his comment, standing up to grab something on the other side of the room. There stands a tall desk filled with Tupperwares, and judging by the tantalizing aroma that wafts over to him, he has a pretty good idea of who it's from.

"Pavitr had left some food for you," she clarifies before she sighs, "he was immediately dispatched on a mission as soon as he arrived, so he left these for us to enjoy."

"Ahhhh. Remind me to thank him later." Hobie acknowledges.

"You can thank him when he visits." she responds. Her eyes focused on him as she approaches, holding food in her hand. There's a hint of hesitation in her demeanor.

Hobie notices and gently inquires, "Is there something on your mind?"

She thinks for a moment before finally speaking, "Do you need help to eat?" Her voice is incredibly comforting, to the point where he could almost drift off to sleep listening to it.

It took a full minute for him to grasp her words, his attention elsewhere. "There's no need," Hobie clarifies and then offers a reassuring smile. "I think I can lift my arms around enough."

"Alright," she nods, "but don't be afraid to ask if you're struggling." She follows it with a reassuring smile.

Hobie noted the vibrant orange of Jia's suit, distinct from his own, and commented, "Your suit is striking. It suits you."

Jia returned the compliment with a grin as she sits down. "Yours is equally impressive. We each bring our unique style to the team."

They dine with lively conversation. The young lady being completely enamored with the food's taste and ranting about how she misses homemade meals to savor on. While she talks, Hobie attentively listens, offering nods and laughter at all the appropriate moments.

Jia and Hobie shared stories about their missions and related adventures. As they chatted, their discussion drifted into talking about various Spider-People, rating their skills from the least to the greatest. Their conversation eventually led to an animated discussion about which Spider abilities were the most intriguing.

Hobie observes a detail: the more she talks, the brighter the stars in her eyes become. While he listens to her words, his heart becomes captivated by her eyes—those mesmerizing dark orbs. He makes an effort not to stare too intently, so as not to appear overly obvious or make her feel uneasy. When she laughs, he smiles, when she uses her hands as a way to tell a story, he nods attentively, when she laughs again, he chuckles with her.

Truly, he could get used to this.

Possibly, if they develop a deeper connection, or even if they just remain close friends, Hobie wishes to stay by her side. The sense of comfort is soothing and far too precious for Hobie to give up on. Its a feeling he longs to preserve, as if he could capture it in an airtight jar, carrying it with him for eternity.

For a continuous span of two hours, they chatted, completely immersed in their discussion, and the persistent pain in Hobie's chest gradually disappears as he continued to listen intently to her. And by then, another forty minutes have passed before Gwen's knocking at the door joins in the conversation with Pav following behind her as he rushed over to greet Hobie.

Gwen chuckled and stepped forward. "I see you've been introduced to our recent recruit, Jia," Gwen chimed in.

Hobie nodded in response. "Jia, is it?" he said, while Pav settled into another seat next to him, sorting through the overlooked Tupperware of food.

"Allow me to introduce you two," she chimed in, her voice warm and welcoming. "Jia, meet Hobie. Hobie, this is Jia."

Jia spoke playfully, "So, you're the famous guitarist Gwen mentioned?" Hobie arched an eyebrow at her tone as she adds, "Man, I'm a bit disappointed in how weak you are."

Hobie's eyes widen, then a playful smirk spreads across his face. He scoffs before Gwen joined in.

"He certainly is, isn't he?" Gwen chimed with a sigh, joining the jest as both her and Pav laugh and playfully targeting Hobie.

"Now, that hurts," Hobie retorted sarcastically. "I was working with some pretty incomplete intel from Miguel. He conveniently forgot to mention the deadly feathers."

"Yeah," Gwen's eyes furrowed together, "Lyla apologized on his behalf for the mistake of sending you alone." she clarified with a sigh, the playfulness in her tone, gone.

Jia interjected firmly, "He should've double-checked."

Gwen continues the conversation. "Hobie, we need to talk to Miguel about what happened during your last mission. It was too close for comfort."

Pav, who had been following the situation closely, added, "Miguel should have given you better information about that villain. It's his fault you were so close to getting killed."

The British Spider listened intently, thankful for the support from his friends, but he couldn't help but shake his head. "It's not just Miguel's fault. I should've been more cautious. I underestimated the situation. After all, it was my dimension."

"Regardless," Jia chimed in again, "we need to make sure this won't happen anytime soon."

Gwen nodded, determination in her eyes. "I'll arrange a meeting with Miguel immediately to sort this out. Pav, come with me."

Pav and Gwen said their goodbyes after they had helped to clean up the food. A little while after they exited the room, leaving Hobie and Jia alone, Hobie grinned mischievously as he suddenly teases, "You know, I could have handled that guy on my own if you hadn't stolen the show."

Jia laughed heartily, her starry-eyes sparkling with amusement. "Really now? Who was the one who almost met their match in that building without even asking for help? Refresh my memory." She playfully tapped her chin, pretending to ponder the question.

In the midst of their friendly banter, Hobie couldn't help but grin. "Alright, look," he playfully raised both his hands in surrender, "the guy could soar through the air faster than I could swing web to web. I was completely caught off guard."

Jia, ever the quick-witted one, couldn't resist a teasing smile. "Oh, so you're admitting you're not invincible, huh?"

Hobie shrugged with a grin. "I surrender."

Jia, her eyes glinting with mischief, continued to poke fun. "So, the heroic Spider-Man needed a hand from being saved from a villain? That's a story to tell."

Hobie raised an eyebrow, a hint of mock defense in his voice. "Hey, we all have our off days."

Their playful banter carried on for a moment, but Hobie's curiosity got the better of him. "By the way, how did you even know where I was? Did Miguel send you?"

"No," she clarifies. "it was Jess."

Hobie's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really?"

Jia nodded, her expression serious. "Yeah, she had a hunch you were in trouble. She said you usually wrap up your missions much faster, and when you didn't return, she got worried."

Hobie nodded, his appreciation evident in his expression. "That's.. new. Please thank her for me."

Jia offered a warm smile. "I will, don't worry. Jess cares about you a lot more than you realize, it's just your rebellious nature that gets on her nerves or so had Gwen told."

Hobie laughs at the comment as the conversation between him and Jia flowed, they delved into various subjects, sharing their thoughts and experiences. The bond of them being soulmates continued to strengthen, drawing them closer together with every exchanged word, connected by an inexplicable, profound force.

Hobie remained in the same position, leaning against the headboard, while Jia occupied a chair beside him. As she spoke, he listened intently in the stories she shared. She shared how she was recruited by Jess, how she got to meet Gwen and Pavitr. He gives the appropriate reactions to let her know he is listening. However, Hobie finds himself once again lost in eyes, the enchanting raven color and the subtle sparkle that seemed to dance within them whenever she talks.

Being in this moment was a unique experience for Hobie. It was the first time in his living years that he could see colors. He couldn't help but soak in the lovely hues that surrounded him, especially those reflected on Jia. It was as if he were seeing the world through fresh eyes, and he relished the beauty that had been hidden from him for so long.

Noticing his repeated gazes, Jia's brow furrowed with curiosity. "Is there something on my face?" She questioned, lightly touching her cheek.

Hobie blinked, returning to the conversation. "Oh, no, love. There's nothing on your face. It's just that you have such lovely eyes."

Jia was momentarily taken aback by the direct compliment and the pet name. A faint blush tinted her cheeks, and she looked at Hobie with a mix of surprise and amusement, "Get a girl a drink first." she teased with a playful twinkle in her eyes.

Hobie chuckled at Jia's quick-witted response. "Alright, next time we meet, when I'm not in a hospital bed. I'll make sure to have a drink ready. Your eyes deserve a proper toast."

Jia arched an eyebrow, taken aback by the sincerity of his words that the blush on her cheeks grew intensely which Hobie couldn't help but laugh, charmed by her adorable reaction.

He could definitely get used to this. He hopes he will be.

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"Her black eyes, like the night sky, held the entire universe within, with each twinkle revealing a constellation of beauty." - gina

wrote this in 2 hours, please send help

[rising-dawn]

given name. -- hwang dae-sung | 황대성

known as. -- hwang dawn

name origins. -- 

hwang | 황 | 黃  : a surname with chinese origins; the hanja used means yellow

for dawn, his last name is the title of his family. part of the wealthy elite, his family name identifies him as important in the society in which he grew up. the meaning itself reminds him of the color of gold or even the sun, always shining.

dae-sung | 대성 | 大成 : based on the hanja used; dae meaning great, and sung meaning successful

dawn’s parents named him ‘great success’ with high hopes for their only son. 

dawn | 던 : a name with english origins; meaning the first appearance of light or daybreak

dawn chose his own english name when he was young and though, at the time, he was simply naming himself after a musician he liked, he enjoys the symbolism of it now, meaning a new beginning.

date of birth. -- august 12, 2000

age. -- 22

occupation. -- kpop idol; lead rapper, main dancer, and maknae of phoenix

model; brand ambassador for porsche and dior

education. -- brighton college; dropped out at 16

sexual/romantic orientation. -- heterosexual/romantic

faceclaim. -- kim sunwoo of the boyz

voicelaim(s). -- song mingi of ateez, kim jongseob of p1harmony, mark lee of nct (solo work), song mino of ikon (solo work)

personality description. -- 

+ outgoing, charismatic, cheerful, positive, loyal, encouraging, confident

- childish, egotistical, stubborn, possessive, cocky, impulsive

likes. --  rap & drill music, light rain, baggy clothes, beaches, street food, talking with people, beer, dancing, sleeping late, brighton fc, that fresh dewy smell

dislikes. --  restrictive clothing, slow & sad ballad-y music, super cold days, early dance practice, unwarranted comments on his loved ones, flaky people

interests and hobbies. -- music production, soccer (brighton fc supporter), attempts at surfing

talents and skills. -- dance (hip-hop and formerly ballet), rap, soccer, tennis, can play piano & guitar & violin but a little rusty

family. -- 

father; hwang song-duk

mother; choi nanseolheon

siblings; hwang deiji (daisy of bravheart), hwang molan, hwang jia

relationships. -- kojima umeko (yumi of flora); complicated and unofficial status but he’s pretty sure he’s in love with her

astrology. -- 

sun; ruler of the persona, purpose, and destiny. 

placement in leo : leos have big dreams and are motivated by their love of people. loyalty is a trait that is very important to leos and not only will they be loyal to you, but they expect the same in return. they exude confidence and joy as the sign that is ruled by the sun, they shine with a warmth just the same. 

moon; ruler of emotions. 

placement in capricorn : lunar capricorns are always steady and reliable no matter how turbulent their emotions may be under the surface. these individuals are born with a strong drive to succeed, often at the cost of their emotional well-being.

rising; ruler of one’s outward appearance and first impressions. 

placement in aries : for this sign, their first instinct is to do rather than think. they have an independent air about them and a quickness that comes from their need to charge right at life. they possess a youthful charm and tend to lead with their head.

mercury; ruler of communication. 

placement in leo : this placement is all about communicating with heart. they speak with passion and authority and have a knack for garnering supporters through their warmth and good will. this sign also has a need for creative self expression.

venus; ruler of romance. 

placement in virgo : its the little things in love that make all the difference to this sign. they earn your love by paying attention to the smallest details and working to make the relationship work. they are great listeners and they make it a habit to observe and learn all of your ins and outs.

mars; ruler of drive, aggression, and sex. 

placement in leo : ambition, pride, and passion are the most important for this placement. they go at life with an unmatched drive and will and believe that they have a true calling. also a rather sexual placement, but passion and romance are their main desires.

mbti. --

esfp; the entertainer

entertainers are welcome wherever there’s a need for laughter, playfulness, and a volunteer to try something new and fun – and there’s no greater joy for entertainer personalities than to bring everyone else along for the ride. entertainers can chat for hours, sometimes about anything but the topic they meant to talk about, and share their loved ones’ emotions through good times and bad. if they can just remember to keep their ducks in a row, they’ll always be ready to dive into all the new and exciting things the world has to offer, friends in tow.

[choicesmc]

"I will definitely remember this tomorrow! How could I ever forget?" doesn't remember anything in the morning For the pairing of your choosing!

okay so. originally, it was going to be gabe x fiona. <- why not, right? but then, had the most brilliant idea for jiahao and her mom instead and it ran away from me very very badly. it came out wonderfully, but it is also far above 300 words. like a couple hundred more than 300.

Charity paused, lifting her wine glass in greeting as Jiahao slipped into her room. It was early night. The window at the far east of the room let the soft light of the stars filter in, coating the room a silver hue.

Under the moonlight, her mother seemed younger. The lines etched by stress and worry softened, deep brown eyes made even deeper by pale moonlight. A ghost of a smile flitted across her face. 

The rich, salty smell of meats and cheeses wafted through the room. A charcuterie board was laid in front of her. Bresaola, mortadella, and pork tangled with vegetables, nuts, and cheeses in a tantalizing spread.  

“Join me,” Charity said, soft voice carrying through the silent room. 

Jiahao obliged. 

The wheely chair made no noise as it pulled it out, cautiously taking a seat before rolling back to the table. 

Charity took a long sip from a wine glass. The sound resounded through the room. With her free hand, Charity offered Jiahao the bottle of grape juice she’d kept on the table. 

“How’d you know…?” Jiahao trailed, breaking the seal on the bottle. Even he hadn’t thought he’d join his mother until five minutes ago.  

“Adanne and I used to do this together all the time,” Charity said, eyes lingering on Jiahao but seeing far past him, “When you were much younger. She’d always pick off the cheeses and breads and nuts but never the meats.”

 “That sounds like her,” Jiahao chuckled, “She’d even pick out bacon pieces from her salad.”  

“Yeah, that’s how she was.” 

Her expression shifted, tears coating her eyes. She reached for Jiahao, cupping cheeks and wine glass stem in hand, “Ennie, my boy. Do you love me? Be honest. I can handle it.” 

It was then Jia noticed the flush on his mother’s cheek. Alcohol laced her every breath. Somehow, it was just now Jiahao noticed the near empty bottle of wine on Charity’s nightstand. 

It was then Jiahao understood. 

“You’re drunk.” 

It wasn’t an accusation, simply a statement of fact. Yet Charity flinched from it all the same. 

“Ennie, tell me you love me.”

“You won’t remember this tomorrow, will you?”

 “Of course I’ll remember! How could I ever forget?” Charity said, eyes large and loving and voice continually softer, “You’ve never said it before. I want to hear it from you at least once.” 

 Swallowing hesitation, Jiahao murmured the words even as they burned against her tongue hoping her mother wouldn’t hear, “I’m learning to love you, ma.” 

It was the best she could manage now. It wasn’t complete. Not yet. But it was more than Jia had ever thought she would say. 

All the same, Charity beamed, easily rivaling the brightest stars, “Ennie, you love me.” Pride, warmth, and undiluted love gushed through the spaces between each word. 

It was far too much for Jiahao’s shallow statement. It was too much love for Jiahao to hold. She darted up from her seat, gulping down the rest of the grape juice. Words unsteady, she rapidly excused herself –almost collapsing once in her own room. 

The night dragged on, keeping morning at bay for as long as possible. Eventually, dawn broke and Jia rose with the sun. Fluffy, pink sleep robe wrapped around her as she descended the wooden stairs. 

Her nose wrinkled as the overwhelming smell of chocolate doused downstairs air. Her mother was already at the stove, flipping chocolate pancakes and steadily making a large pile that already filled three plates. 

“Ma,” Jiahao called, last night’s tenderness already buried, “I am not eating sugar for breakfast.” 

Charity waved her off, pointing to a lone plate at the end of a counter “Ehe, I made plain pancake plate for you.The rest are for me and my friends.” 

Jiahao stared at her. How did she already have friends close enough to invite for breakfast? 

“Whetin?” Charity asked, looking away as she poured batter into the pan, “You no know hunger?” 

“No, I was just,” Jia paused before reformulating her words, “I saw you drinking last night.” 

Charity’s attitude faltered, “Ah. I’m fine, I just wanted a late night snack.” 

“Is that all that happened?” Jiahao insisted. Relief washed through her that the alcohol had been enough to wipe the memory from mind. But still, it was the first time she’d told her mother anything close to ‘I love you’. Was it a crime to hope her mother had remembered?

“I believe so…?” Charity said, brows furrowed, “Did I do something, Jia?” 

“No, I just,” Jia said, scowling as she took her plate, “I just thought I heard you talking to someone.” 

“Oh,” Charity smiled, the confusion not quite gone but lessened, “You know I do that at times.” 

“Yeah,” Jia said, picking at her pancakes, “I know. Just hoping it wasn’t anything serious, I guess.”

[leap-loves]

The Earth Promises the Wind - Genshin Impact [For You, Always]

First drabble I did for Jean and Jia, aka For You, Always! This also serves as some backstory stuff, with how Jia gets her Vision! I think I figured this was around when the Ragbros are about 16-ish! Jean and the twins I see as being a bit older than the Ragbros, so ye! Have some banter!

Growing up in Mondstadt, there's no denying that everyone knows everyone to some degree. But even in such a close knit community, there are still smaller groups of friends. One of the most well known ones, and most talked about, are a promising group of friends from various clans. 

Jean Gunnhildr, expected to serve Mondstadt as her family has before her. Even her younger sister, Barbara, is already showing interest in serving the church, like their father. 

Diluc and Kaeya Raginvindr, each already promising Knights in their own right. Prodigal and charismatic. Heirs to the Dawn Winery and Angel’s Share tavern. 

Calla and Jia Yan, while not from any notable clan of Mondstadt, are well known all the same due to their unique upbringing, split between Mondstadt and Liyue. 

Diluc had long since recieved his Pyro Vision, being blessed by the Archons. Jean had just recently recieved her own Vision. Anemo, blessed by Barbatos himself. As of yet, the rest of their group has yet to earn Visions of their own, however no one in Mondstadt would be surprised if they did. They were clearly a league of their own. 

Not that that exceptionalism is entirely inherent, or else Jean and Jia wouldn't be here. Outside of the Knights of Favonius, with Jean practicing her swordswork to better figure out how to incorporate her newfound powers and make the best use of them. 

Jia was seated on the stone wall for the moment, a practice sword propped up beside her. She was far more comfortable with a bow, but couldn't deny the importance of having even a passing familiarity with close combat, and who better to train with than the best swordsman in the city? 

Though sometimes, Jia feels bad for asking Jean for her help. She's busy enough as is, such a heavy weight on her shoulders. Rising in the ranks of the Knights, already Master of Knights. Expected to give her everything to and for Mondstadt, by demand of her last name. Now she has the pressure of having a Vision, living up to the ideal of Freedom, despite having far less freedom herself than she realized. 

Jia cupped her cheek in her hand, watching Jean go through her usual drills, this time with Anemo infused strikes. She was focusing hard, her eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed at invisible enemies. She'd forgone her jacket, getting too hot in the afternoon sun for so many layers. Though, Jia certainly wasn't going to complain, finding that it was easier to admire her longtime friend's hard work this way. The muscles built up over the years, difficult to see when she was in full uniform. A sign of her physical strength, which still paled in comparison to her mental strength. To withstand such constant observation and critique, it takes confidence not many have. 

There's no one quite like Jean. 

But that also means no one fully realizes the pressure she's under. How sometimes she struggles to stand her ground, to prove she has earned her station. Even Jia, who's spent years earning her trust to be her confidant, may never fully understand. But she knows about the sleepless nights studying up on codes and laws by candlelight, the long hours spent training. 

Oh how she wishes she could spare Jean some of the strain. Share some of the burden…

“-vat to Jia?”

Jia say up straighter, blinking to focus as a flush quickly spread across her cheeks. “Huh?”

Jean was now facing towards her, her eyebrows furrowed in concern now, instead of concentration. She still held her sword, though it now hung simply next to her side, her other hand resting casually on her hip. “Are you alright? It's not like you to zone out like that… it's okay if you're bored, you dont have to stay.” 

Jia shook her head, laughing as she tightened her ponytail, embarrassed at being ‘caught’. “I’m fine, don't worry. And I'm certainly not bored.” She reassured, flashing her friend a playful grin. “I was just debating my odds of getting a proper sparring out of you.” 

Jean seemed to consider the answer before her shoulders relaxed, and she let out a small laugh. “I shouldn't be surprised. But are you sure you're up for it?” 

“Are *you*?” Jia countered, standing up and stretching out some. “You're the one who's been training for so long with hardly a break.” Her tone had softened to genuine concern, watching Jean’s expression closely. She'd never want to push her more than she has to. 

Jean hesitated some, at least seeming to consider. “I'll be fine. I still have room to improve, after all. And I can't say no to a good sparring partner.” She answered, adjusting her grip on her sword. 

Accepting that for now, Jia chuckled out a sigh as she picked up her sword, futzing with it some to get familiar with it in her hand again. “Alright… but say something the *second* you need a break, okay?” She insisted, walking over to Jean. 

When Jean nodded, Jia smirked and held out her free hand, pinkie lifted. “Promise?” 

Jean laughed softly, lifting her own hand to hook her pinkie with Jia’s. “Promise.” 

“Then I can live with that.” Jia beamed, backing up a few steps after they dropped their hands, lifting up her sword. Jean lifted her own, letting Jia take the first move. 

Jia was far from as fluid as Jean, her movements sharper and less precise. But she made up for it somewhat with her strength, helping to pose some semblance of a challenge for Jean. They kept it simple to begin with, a back and forth, rather like a dance. 

If only they could dance properly, to proper music, instead of the rhythm of flashing swords. 

Jia spun out of the way of Jean’s next attack, grinning as she got an idea. She easily moved behind Jean, lowering her own sword to not risk hitting Jean as she reached up, undoing her signature black bow from her ponytail. She quickly stumbled away to avoid the sword swinging behind Jean next to try and make contact. 

Jia just laughed, holding up the ribbon triumphantly, ignoring how her cheeks flushed slightly darker as she watched Jean's blonde locks fall down along her shoulders. 

“Jia!” Jean ‘scolded’ through surprised laughter, pushing some of the hair out of her face. 

Jia beamed innocently in response, dangling the ribbon teasingly. “Well? You gonna come take it back?”

“You *brat*!” Jean laughed, lunging towards Jia to continue their sparing session, and try to get her hair tie back. 

Jia didn't falter, managing to block the attack while still holding the ribbon out of Jean’s reach, if just barely. 

Hopefully Jean couldn't hear her heart trying to beat out of her chest having her so close that they were practically cheek to cheek. 

Jia was snapped out of her thoughts again by the feeling of the ribbon slipping through her fingers, and Jean’s triumphant cheer as she backed off to quickly tie her hair back up. 

“I can't *believe* you did that while we were in the middle of training.” Jean laughed, shaking her head as she set her sword aside for the moment.

There it is. This is the moment that Jia wishes she could trap in a bottle and keep forever. This is how Jean should be, getting to laugh and relax and play around. Getting to simply be. 

In that moment, Jia made a promise to herself. To stay by Jean’s side no matter what. Jean’s goal may be to protect Mondstadt, but Jia is going to protect *Jean*. To get to keep seeing her smiling and laughing. 

As Jia turned to grab water for her and Jean, she paused at the unfamiliar flash of metal next to her water bottle. Upon closer inspection, Jia couldn't help but gasp in surprise, picking up the brand new Geo Vision. 

“Is something wrong?” Jean asked, looking over to Jia as she finished tying her hair up, pausing mid-tie. 

Jia beamed excitedly as she turned, grabbing the waters quickly before going over to Jean and offering out the Vision for her to see. 

Jean stood straighter in her surprise, quickly finishing with her hair to instead reach out and gently touch the Vision, as if to confirm that it was real. Then she beamed, her hand under Jia's and giving it an excited squeeze. “You’ve earned your own Vision!” She cheered. “The strength and steadfastness of Geo, how fitting!” 

Jia was far too excited to explain why she thinks she earned her Vision now if all times. She'll just keep it her little secret. Her Vision is a physical manifestation of her most important promise. She will be a safe haven for those she loves, a sturdy pillar to support them.

To protect Jean, be the shield to her sword. To help her stand, even when the weight of the world hangs heavy. For you, Always.