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mintx · 2 years ago

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A Father’s Dream to Relax

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(M/n) - Male Name (L/n) - Last Name (N/n) - Nickname (T/n) - Title Name (S/D) - Special Dish

Info about Papa M/n’s child

Name : Caelan (L/n) Caelan means Slender and Fine, Fair or pure” in Gaelic and Irish Origin Age : 6 and a half years old Birthday : 06/21/XXXX Family : (M/N) (L/N) - Father - Faena (L/N) - Late Mother - Aniya Yimur - Aunt - Kollar (L/n) - Uncle - Unnamed grand-parents Home Nation : Sumeru Family Pets : A Hydro Fungi named “Bubbles Popkins” and A Spinocrocodile named “ Mx Paster” * Currently no vision * * Likes to play with slingshots and plays around with Bubbles Popkins* * Does not like it when people attempt to flirt with their papa* * Prays to the Dendro Archon to gift their father to give him a day just to stay at home and play with them and their pets* Info about our MC, (M/N) (L/N) Age : Early 30′s Birthday : XX/XX/XXXX (This means it’s your oc’s/your birthday) Family : Caelan (L/N) - His NB child - Faena (L/N) - Late Wife - Aniya Yimur - Cousin - Kollar (L/n) - Brother - Unnamed parents Home Nation : Sumeru Birth Nation : Natlan Family Pets : A Hydro Fungi named “Bubbles Popkins” and A Spinocrocodile named “ Mx Paster” Occupation : Ex-Adventure Guild Leader, Currently a flower and snack vendor / merchant * He withholds the vision of Pyro and a very faded vision of Cryo from his wife * * He enjoys to read novels and teaching the companions new tricks * * Quite an oblivious type when it comes to romance, and I mean by flirty comments and the looks of interest romantically * * He is a tired 9-5 widow dad trying the best he can to raise his kid right and to find a week to rest. * * Also knows the 9th Harbinger, Pantalone, from childhood when his family visited Liyue *

3 years ago, The death of Faena (L/n) had occurred. It was 2 weeks before Caelan’s 4th birthday when it happened. Faena (L/n), who was 26 years old at the time, had been ambushed with her co-workers by a hoard of Fatui because of a debt made by one of those members. The news of his wife’s death left (M/n) (L/n) devastated and vulnerable. He loved his wife to an infinite amount of affection. They were each other’s sun and moon, and their child being the eclipse made by them. To have lost the sun, only the moon and the eclipse remained.

M/n swore to his heart and soul that he would carry on for him and his child, Caelan (L/n). He knew Faena wouldn’t want him to mourn for her for a long time as their child was there. His brother, cousin, and parents supported him every step in the way as a single parent. Faena had no family as she was an only child and survivor of a fire disaster in her hometown.

The widowed father had resigned and retired from continuing his adventure’s guild to take care of his child. His team understood his circumstances, but they were sad to see their leader leave.

And 2 years later, he was currently a merchant and a vendor selling flowers and snacks he makes and grows himself. His child was now 6 and a half years old. Sumeru was a lively place when he and Faena had started their small family here. He would chuckle at the distant memory of her taming a dangerous spinocrocdile and his child befriending a hyrdo fungi. Like Mother like child they say. He truly missed his wife, but she is in a better place, watching over him and Caelan. The child was surely like their mother, like if the devil made a mini me.

“ Papa! Papa!” Speaking of Caelan, (M/n) stopped his though train and looked down to his child, grinning at him with Bubbles, their hydro fungi friend.

“ Yes, my child? What did you and Bubbles Popkins need?” He chuckled softly and picked them up.

“ I finished my homework Mistah hatham gave me! Can we go outside and play?” The little one asked and gave their best puppy eyes.

(M/n) looked at the clock and smiled softly before giving his child a nod of affirmation they could go outside and play. Caelan let out a squeal of joy as Bubbles Popkins bounced with joy too, mimicking Caelan. (M/n) let out a laugh and followed his child and the hydro shroom outside to play.

Caelan was being a burst of joy right now and (M/n) was ready to collapse. He knew he was supposed to rest up after fainting at Sumeru City after running errands for a friend. Tighnari surely would scold him if he found out he wasn’t doing what he was told, but he wanted to spend some play time with his kid.

“ Caelan, let’s go back inside the house...” (M/n) panted and sighs, “ Papa is already getting tired...”

“ Okay Papa!” Caeland says and headed to their father.

They went back into the house and ate dinner. (M/n) gave his child a bath, put him in his pajamas, tucked him into bed, and read him his nightly bed time story, The Lonely Wanderer. Once Caelan fell asleep, (M/n) went to feed Mx and Bubbles. He then took his own bath, changed into his night wear, and before he could head to bed, some tapping was heard on his window. A falcon was gently pecking at his window, with a note attached to its leg, carrying a package.

He opened the window to let the falcon in. The falcon dropped down the package gently and stood on it. (M/n) first took the note attached to read it.

Dear (L/n) (M/n), I am Diluc Ragnvindr. I like to thank you for taking my order of 20 lamp grass, 15 calla lilies, and those 10 pieces of Sweet Jelly under a day since I heard your stall has a very busy schedule. I was surprised to se it already delivered at my winery by an eagle under my expectations that it would arrive in a week. Take these 20,000 mora and bottle of grape juice as my repayment.

(M/n) was clearly shocked and opened the package to see the bottle of grape juice and the 20,000 mora. The man he took the order from shouldn’t have gave him this much! None the less, he was happy and took his time to write a letter to the man. He sent the falcon off with the letter and watched it disappear into the night sky.

The (H/c) male sighs and places the mora into a piggy bank for Caelan’s future studies in the Akademiya, and the bottle on the bottom shelf of his room. The father stretched and yawned before tucking himself to bed after a prayer to the archons. He lies down on his back and closes his eyes to let sleep take over his mind and body.

What the widowed father didn’t know was that a tall figure was by his window after the falcon left, watching his slumbering body. . . . .

Tag list : @peter-the-pan ,

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #gi x reader #male reader #genshin imact x male reader #gi #dilf!reader

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hsr-texts · 1 year ago

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I made another HSR oc so I hope you don't mind me putting his mini lore here. I just made him a couple minutes cuz I remembered that HSR canonically has social media (probably) sooo-

Social Media Influencer OC anyone?

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Name: Yuhang

Pronouns: He/Him

Path: Destruction

Element: Quantum

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Yuhang is a famous Social Media Influencer. Even outside the Loufu he is popular and talked about sometimes. As all social media influencers are, it took him awhile to rise up to where he is now, but as a long life species he had plenty of time. Some people enjoy what he does, the content he posts aren’t much. Some photos of himself, some of him promoting something, saying something inspiration (and other things, tbh idk what a social media influencer does in full-) However others think he’s let the popularity get to his head, while his fans thinks he’s just your average influencer that just so happens to have a big following

(But of course no OC is complete without trauma y’know)

Both are incorrect, to some degree (mainly his haters) Yuhang honestly hates attention, having eyes on him and having people treat him differently due to his “status”

So why did he become an influencer if he knew there was a chance this would happen? His younger sister. During an attack where many mara stuck monsters invaded, he was desperate to find his sister to take her to safety, if only he was fast enough then he wouldn’t have to have seen his sister dead.

A funeral was held and after it, he was allowed to look through some of his sister's items to keep as a memory. As he looked around, a diary fell out of a bookshelf (her room was preserved until this day) and landed on a certain page. One of the passages caught his eye.

“When I’m older. I want to be famis, to bring peeple motivation to continu on. To show everyone life is worth it and to follow there dreams. Is that cheesy? Maybee, but I want to help my broter to be more confident, so we can be famis togeter”

Despite her obvious spelling mistakes as she is young, Yuhang was able to comprehend what she wrote. He didn’t think he’d ever get over his fear of being looked at. But…

And that’s how it started, although it wasn’t his sisters final wish, it was a fish she had, a wish she wanted to do to in hopes to make others happy. And if she was going to be happy if she saw her brother cracking out of his shell? He was willing to put away his fears.

He never expected to be popular but he continued, and deep down he hoped that wherever his sister was watching him. That she was proud.

He never got over his fear, but he hides it well when he’s out and about. At home though he’s more like his usual quiet self as he writes stories and poetry.

His “online” personality is an energetic yet laid-back man. Always willing to help and wants to look on the bright side of things. His content shows this as well usually.

His more real self is, as I said. A quiet person, he’s more soft spoken and enjoys his alone time.

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Honestly I love him alr despite me creating him just today. I should probably work on him and Aniya more before creating another one shouldn't I...

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Aww how lovely! He reminds me of the oc I'm working on actually!

Except she's not from Xianzhou and is from Perlas, a sea planet based off of the Philippines.

I'm still working out the specifics but I have a general idea now thanks to everyone's posts :D

#♡ sugo speaks .ᐟ [ ✦ ]#🫧 anon #oc talk

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fancylances · 2 years ago

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Oc Kiss Week / Day Two / Food

pairing: Nikolai Dragos/Yevgeniy “Geno Kazimir - Ravnica D&D OCs

Nikolai stands in his kitchen and realizes that he never fucking cooks.

It’s just like everything in his little barely-furnished whitestone in Precinct Two; hardly touched, until a certain curly-haired thief started staying the night (oh, who is he kidding; Geno never stays the whole night). And it has slowly become something lived-in instead of a place to hang his coat. Color appearing in small places, little touches of the man he loves slowly working themselves into his space. He’d thought he’d hate it. But he doesn’t. It makes his heart ache (seeing something of his, after waking up alone, and wishing he could have all of him).

So tonight, Nikolai Dragos intends to make dinner.

Earlier, he had swung by his parents’ shop in Downside. Tried for nearly an hour to dance around his true intentions, but his mother knows him too well. And he’d finally admitted a desperate need for a recipe. Aniya Dragos had pulled out an old book in her mother’s handwriting, proudly showing her youngest son for the first time.

“Who is it?” she had asked, looking lovingly at the side of his face as they pored over the book.

Nikolai had only slightly panicked, tossing back a: “Who’s who?”

“Niko,” she’d said softly, knowingly. “You’re a terrible liar. You have been since you were two.”

His pale face had gone hot red. He couldn’t answer, not with the truth. He knows what his parents think about Geno (or, at least, what they’d thought about him when they were both teenagers). So he’d mumbled something about a new boyfriend, picked a recipe and copied it in his neat, legible hand, and left in a hurry.

And, a long shopping list later—because of course he barely fucking stocks his kitchen—Nikolai stands in his kitchen and realizes that, not only does he never cook, but he’s not even sure he knows how to, anymore. Of course there had been lessons in vegetable-chopping and taste-testing, for both him and his older brother, but that had been ages ago. Now he’s the Minister of Arbitration, and he buys his meals to bring home and eat in an empty townhouse.

But he unfolds the recipe and reads it again and again. Carefully prepares all of the ingredients, warms the oven, doesn’t cut himself even once. Little dishes he’s completely forgotten about owning filled with spices, ready to be added when—and only when—called for. He was a man of the law, and right now, his grandmother’s recipe was law. He barely even notices the flour coating the front of his newly-purchased apron, and doesn’t complain when the dough sticks to his fingers as he works.

He remembers the way his mother used to spoon in the filling and gently pinch the dumpling closed, waiting by the boiling pot as they float to the surface. Now he’s the one sweating in the steamy kitchen, running to a window to throw it open and let in the cool twilight air. He smooths his hair back from his damp brow, catching his breath before he dives back in.

By the time Geno climbs in that open window, Nikolai is spooning the caramelized onions over the dumplings and dolloping cream on the side of the plate.

Nikolai revels in the mouth-open look on Geno’s big, handsome face.

Geno looks at the plates, at the generous helping of dumplings; at the kitchen still cluttered from Nikolai’s work; at Nikolai’s grinning face, still red from the work (with pride).

“Well,” Nikolai gestures (still covered in flour). “What d’you think?”

He doesn’t expect Geno’s eyes to well up, or his voice to half-catch in his throat with a word unsaid.

Nikolai panics. His utensils clatter as he drops everything to move around the table and steady Geno with hands on his arms, his face.

“It’s okay—” Geno tries to tell him (traps Nikolai’s hands against his face), and he utters a little, pitiful laugh. “It’s just—”

He presses a long, hard kiss on Nikolai’s forehead, lingering there and just holding him.

“No one’s made me dinner since I was eighteen and sitting in your mom’s kitchen,” Geno murmurs into Nikolai’s hair. “And—” A harsh laugh. “—you know my mom never laid a finger on a hot meal when she could get Golgari slop for free.”

“Oh, Genya,” Nikolai breathes. He should care that his well-planned dinner is getting cold on the table, but he doesn’t. All he cares about, in that moment, is the way Geno’s mouth feels on his brow, his temple. “If you need me to arrest anyone—”

Geno loses it in a loud snort of a laugh, buckling easily into Nikolai’s embrace.

“Nah,” Geno replies, mussing Nikolai’s blond hair fondly. “Let’s fucking eat, it looks amazing.”

Nikolai wakes up alone again and sighs, throws a dramatic arm over his eyes. One of these days.

#ockiss23 #oc kiss week #ravnica #my sweet bastard nikolai

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fanfictasia · 1 year ago

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Sicktember Day 7

“You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Anakin Skywalker

“Look at all this endless grass,” I chirp as we keep walking and walking. There really doesn’t seem to be an end in sight. “Have you ever been so excited?”

“Are you sure we didn’t take a wrong turn somewhere?” Obi-Wan grumbles.

“A wrong turn? In a field? What does that even mean?” Aniya asks.

“That we might be going entirely the wrong direction.”

“I’m certain this is the way we came,” I object. I distinctly remember a few of the landmarks. And if not, we’ll be walking for a very long time.

I’m hardly surprised Qui-Gon doesn’t bother offering any commentary and just keeps moving.

And it isn’t much longer before buildings finally come into view, though it looks like a totally different side of the city than the one we were supposed to be going to.

“This is definitely not where we’re supposed to be,” Aniya observes, crossing her arms, “Even if we’re close.”

“Well, this will be a lot more walking,” I reply.

“Or we can call a passerby to pick us up,” Obi-Wan points out.

“Let’s hope we don't call one of the gangsters transports by accident,” I supply, dryly. “They’d probably leave us stranded again.”

“While you complain, I look for solutions,” he shoots back, punctuating the end of his sentence with another cough as he heads for the nearby road.

Qui-Gon clears his throat. “Who’s been complaining non-stop this whole time?”

Aniya smothers a laugh.

“We may, however, be standing here for a very long time,” Obi-Wan observes with a huff, ignoring Qui-Gon’s comment entirely, as he waits for some vehicle to pass that’s even paying any attention to us.

“So maybe walking would be a better idea after all,” I quip.

“Then you both might get us lost again,” he retorts.

“You’re very cranky when you’re sick,” Aniya deadpans. “And annoying." Which, thankfully happens to the be the moment a transport finally does pass that agrees to pick us up. If there’s no sign of the gangsters, maybe we can finally get off-planet, and… effectively deal with Obi-Wan’s condition.

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gloriousluminarychaos · 4 years ago

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watching daveed diggs in hamilton...that shit is so FUN man.

#he just does a little prance and shakes his afro and im like YESSS BABE YOU GO #aniya rambles

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Tyler Posey- Big News

Positive

I hold the stick in my hand with a wide smile on my face. Now all the vomiting over the last week makes sense. Myself and Tyler, my boyfriend of 4 years and now fiancé have been trying for a baby for over a year now and we were starting to worry that it wasn't in the cards for us, but here we are. I flush the toilet and wash my hands before leaving my bathroom that's in my trailer, yes I'm also an actor on Teen Wolf.

I decide to hide the test for now and tell Tyler about the baby later when we have left set. There's a knock on the door so I quickly put the positive pregnancy test in my hand bag

"Come in" I call out. Holland opens up the door

"Jeff wants us on set for our scene, you ready?"

"Yep" I say popping the p. As if I'm on auto pilot I pick up my bag, note to self... your an idiot.

On set Holland and I film our scene, Dylan (O'Brian) is stood watching with Tyler as they are joining the scene in a bit

Scene (yes it's completely made up, just go with it)

"Aniya just talk to him" Lydia says crossing her arms

"What and hear that Stiles and Malia are now dating? God why can't I have something nice, something good for once in my life? I thought that was Stiles Lyds. I thought that he loved me" I cry. Lydia drops her arms and pulls me in for a hug

"He does love you, I promise you that"

"But I saw..."

"What you saw was Malia helping Stiles to buy you a ring"

"What? he's going to propose?" I frown

"And cut!" Jeff yells out "great work girls. Ok next I want you to...." Nausea then hits me all of a sudden

"Excuse me for a moment I need the toilet" I quickly start to walk off set and to our communal toilet

"YN we haven't finished..." I place my hand over my mouth, thankfully making it to the bathroom, Tyler is quick to follow me. He holds my hair back until I finish throwing up

"Babe this is like the 5th time in the last 3 days. Are you sure your not getting sick?" Tyler asks. I shake my head while smiling

"Go look in my bag" Tyler walks out the bathroom looking confused after he helps me off the floor, I flush the toilet and wash my hands. When I walk out Tyler is stood next to my bag with the stick in his hand. He looks at me smiling then runs over to me and swings me around

"Your pregnant?" he asks, excitement laced in his voice. I nod my head with tears in my eyes. Tyler runs back to the others, pregnancy test still in his hands "I'm going to be a dad!" he yells to everyone on set

"Shhh Ty" my smile never leaving my face "my guess is that it's still early days so everyone don't get to excited" I say looking at the cast and crew

"Congratulations bud" Dylan hugs Tyler then turns to me "congrats. Your gonna be a great mom"

"Thanks"

"So I'm going to have to get the writers to write in either a pregnancy or death?" Jeff raises his brow

"No death. I still want to be part of the show if possible"

"Well everyone it looks like there will be an Aniles baby in the show" everyone cheers and claps around us as Tyler hugs me from behind, resting a hand on my flat belly

"I love you YN"

"And I love you Tyler"

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #tyler posey #teen wolf cast #scott mccall

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robinofgothamcity · 4 years ago

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♡ starting prompt: “for how long? for how long were you bottling this up?”

♡ pairing: kirby dach (chicago blackhawks) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “I used to hear a simple song. that was until you came along. now in its place I hear something new. I hear it when I look at you.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

you sat at your computer, typing away at work you had to get done for an internship. it was work you were putting off for a while now and you had to finally bite down and get it done.

“hey, what are you doing right now?” your friend Aniya asked as you picked up the third frantic phone call from her, “work I need to get done for school. what do you need from me that you’re calling me for the third time?” you asked a bit annoyed.

she rolled her eyes from the other side of the phone, “listen, I know you’ve been having issues with him so I want you to come out with us tonight,” she exclaimed, “I don’t care if you’re overwhelmed with work or not. you need to get over this slump and realize there’s more to you than Kirby fuckin’ Dach right now.”

you slid down your chair, growling in response, “I don’t wanna and if I don’t want too, you can’t make me,” you tried to fight back which only earned a laugh in return, “yeah right! see you tonight at nine! we’re going to be at Falco’s so see you there!” she blurted out before hanging up the phone.

you looked down at the clock, seeing that it read five in the afternoon. you had been in the coffee shop for a little over three hours and while the first hour and a half was spent with you just procrastinating, the remaining time was you actually working and getting most of it done.

however!

looking at the time, you realized you might as well get up and leave before it got any later. you knew you had time to go out with your friends but you recent fall out with Kirby made it almost nearly impossible to do as such.

the fallout was one you saw coming for a while now.

between your schooling and interning and Kirby’s career, the time you had with each other was rare. you tried to make time for him, you really did, but Kirby ultimately put down the times you asked to hang out with him. he usually said it was because he was hanging with a few teammates and while that was true, you had also saw a few of his girl friends with him.

you weren’t a jealous girl, not by a long shot but it was hard to see your boyfriend with a bunch of girls hanging out and not inviting you. you tried to remain calm about the situation but eventually, it got too into your head and you confronted him about it.

“you know what Kirby?” you whispered to him, not looking at him anymore, “I’m tired. I don’t know you anymore and you could care less about me. how about I do us both a favor and just end this now?”

Kirby’s eyes widened at what he was hearing.

“I never said I cared less about you!”

“it feels like it, Dach! all I ask for you is hang out with me when you have the time and be around when you can but the last three times I asked to hang out and get dinner, you’ve denied me saying you were going to be with ‘the boys’ and then what do I see? you with Boqvist and a bunch of other girls! hanging out and having a good time. do you know how much that hurts? seeing your boyfriend surrounded by a bunch of girls and not even giving you the time of day anymore?

Kirby looked at the ground, knowing what you were saying was true, “how long? how long were you bottling this up?” he finally asked.

“too long, I guess but like I said before, let me do us a favor and break it off here. I love you, I really do but I’m tired of not being prioritized. I’m tired of coming second, third, and fourth place in your life. I’m tired of having to beg for the attention of my damn boyfriend at this point,” you tried to contain your tears but couldn’t, “I knew our lives were very different from the very moment we meant but I never thought we’d end for a reason like this. maybe Aniyah had a point....maybe our lives are too different from each other and that this wouldn’t work out.

you grabbed your bag, slinging it over you and your wallet that was on his table. you could see the panic in his eyes as he tried to say make up something to say but failing to do so.

“so you’re ending it then?” Kirby asked from the door of his apartment. you gave him a teary eyed look, “I don’t want too but you’re making it hard to be with you so yeah, I guess I am.”

you grabbed your CTA card from your wallet and opening the door of his apartment building to catch the nearest CTA train home. Kirby hated when you rode the train so late but you weren’t about to give him the benefit of driving you back home.

throughout the entire train ride home, you had gotten a dozen texts from Kirby, asking you if you were safe and to at least text him when you got home but after what felt like the 100th text, you blocked his number, his Snap, and any socials he had left.

it even got to the point where Adam had to message you to ask if you were okay. you knew that he would go back and text Kirby so you didn’t bother to reply to his text either.

once you got home, you slumped your backpack onto the couch and ate leftovers you had from yesterday. you were in no mood to cook and you knew since Aniyah was expecting you to meet her at Falco’s, your time had to go to getting ready.

the food felt bland in your mouth as you tried to hype yourself up for the outting. it would have been a lot better if Kirby was going with you but putting that thought aside, you threw the rest of the food away and went to your bathroom to start getting ready.

you figured since Falco’s wasn’t really a hugely popular bar in Chicago, the idea that anyone cute would be there went out the window. the only ones who knew of Falco was you, Aniyah, and Kirby who you had brought with you a few times.

the makeup you applied was very light and the outfit was on the simpler side. since you weren’t trying to get anyone’s attention, flying under the radar in terms of looks, you knew doing the bare minimum would do the trick.

by the time you finished getting ready, it was already 8:30 and Falco’s was on the other side of town. you caught the last train to the other end of town and walked the rest of way there. when you finally arrived, you saw the place a bit more packed than usual.

“( your name )! over here!” you heard Aniyah’s scream from a table. you gave them a wave and a small smile before sliding into the booth, “these are my friends! Michael and Trey!” she introduced you.

you shook their hands and introduced yourself to them as all of you ordered a few round of drinks. since Kirby was only 20, whenever you invited him out to bars or the like, he tended to be the one to carry you back home when you got a bit too drunk.

“so, where do you go to school?” Michael asked, as he took a sip of his drink, “oh, I go to a smaller school here in Chicago,” you replied. he nodded understandingly, “oh shit,” you heard Aniyah’s voice say from underneath her breath.

you gave her a look as she pointed at who walked in. you followed her finger and were immediately taken back when you saw it was not only Kirby but Adam, Alex, Dylan, and his girlfriend as well.

“we’ll be back in one second,” Aniyah told Michael and Trey before dragging you away to the single stall bathrooms, “girl, I had no idea they would be here. you know I would never do this to you,” she said frantically, “I swear, they just had to show up, didn’t they?”

“Aniyah, it’s okay. I just wish I would have dressed a bit better considering he’s here,” you murmured under your breath. Aniyah smirked, seeing your outfit, “well, just take off the jacket, the shirt your wearing is already doing you justice by being a crop and the shorts look amazing on you as it is,” she said snatching the jacket off of you.

the two of you spent a bit more time in the bathroom, restyling your outfit a bit more before walking out. you made a beeline to the bar, ordering all four of you shots of tequila.

“he’s looking at you, you know?” Aniyah murmured as you shrugged, “serves him right,” you replied before giving Michael a smile and look at the three of them, “bottoms up!” you exclaimed before taking the shot and chugging it down with ease.

all of you cheered at Michael called for another round of shots to the table but before they could get there, Dylan’s girlfriend came up to the table and gave you a hug.

“hi, how have you been?” she asked as she let you go, “fine! just getting a few drinks with some friends! how are you?” you asked as hesitantly as possible. you knew she meant no harm but whenever the four hung out with each other, it was rare when she tagged and only did if you were coming along.

“ah, fine. just here with Dylan and a few of the boys. I know with you and Kirby, it must be a bit awkward, huh?” she said a bit awkwardly. you gave her a small smile, “I guess but I gotta go before they start thinking I left them. I’m a few tables over so if you want to take a shot with us, come by!” you said giving her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

Aniyah gave you a look, quickly telling you to spill but you shot it down as all of your shots were brought to the table.

throughout the night, you got progressively more drunk. the tequila shots were hitting a bit harder than you thought and before you knew it, any shy bone in your body quickly went away when the sixth shot entered your body. Aniyah knew that your drunk persona was not who you were sober.

“does she really get this way when she’s drunk?” Michael asked, seeing you singing into the half full bottle of Smirnoff Ice. Aniyah laughed, “she does! trust me, one time she got onto a table at a friendsgiving dinner and sang every word to Girls in The Hood without messing up.”

the three of them laughed as you grabbed another shot and chugged it down, “oh my god I love this song!” you told Aniyah as you grabbed her by the hand and shook her, “I’m gonna go see if Tayler is available!” you exclaimed as you jumped over Michael to get to where Dylan’s girlfriend was.

Aniyah immediately got up and chased you to the table but was too late. you were already grabbing her by the hand and dragging her up, “oh my god, you’re plastered,” she giggled, seeing the drunk in your eyes, “I haven’t seen her this drunk since your birthday!” Dylan added on.

Aniyah got to the table and grabbed you by the hand, “Michael bought everyone a shot, we should go and take it together,” Aniyah murmured in your ear. you shrugged, “tell him to wait a second, I’m talking to her!” you responded as Tayler laughed, enjoying your new found confidence.

“god, I haven’t seen you this plastered since you know when,” Aniyah growled, giving Kirby a side eye. all he did was watch the table you were sitting at and seeing the boy named Michael giving you look of what he saw as lust, “aww, hi Dylan! hi Adam and Alex!” you said excitedly.

they gave you waves as they tried to not look in Kirby’s direction. you hadn’t spared him a look as you saw Michael heading over your way, “hey, you guys coming? Trey wants to know if you’re heading back to his place to continue drinking.”

you had never heard silence this loud. although everyone in the bar was still talking and drinking, the air immediately turned stiff. Michael had his arm around your shoulder, “uh, yeah? one second!” Aniyah said seeing as you weren’t even in the right headspace to be going anywhere.

“she can’t. she’s heading home,” Kirby finally spoke up. Aniyah, Michael, and everyone else looked to see Kirby’s dead serious face, “I think I might’ve missed something. who are you?” Michael asked looking to Kirby.

Aniyah and Tayler saw the rage building up in Kirby’s eyes, “her boyfriend, can I ask who you are?” he replied, not taking his eyes off of him. Michael laughed, “her supposed date. I thought she was single,” he said with a smirk that ticked Kirby off more than it should have.

“sorry, you aren’t. she’s too drunk to be going anywhere that isn’t her house so how about you get moving before this turns into something you don’t want coming.”

Michael laughed, putting his hands on the table, “or you’re gonna do what?” Kirby rolled the sleeves of his button up up making Adam and Dylan start to get nervous, “playing professional hockey has its perks,” he replied.

“no, what you’re not going to do is create a scene in this bar. Kirby, you’re a professional. if you want, you can take her home if you’d like but you’re not getting into trouble for something marginally stupid as an argument.”

Aniyah gave Kirby a look before motioning to Trey to come and get Michael before he did anything stupid. you on the other hand were too busy sitting next to Adam and singing whatever song was playing through the speakers to realize what was going on.

“come on, lets get you home,” Kirby murmured into your ear. you gave Kirby a confused, “no! you’re not my boyfriend anymore so I go where Aniyah goes!” you said through slurred words.

“I don’t want to seem like a dick but you got to go home and you’re going home right now. you’re too drunk to understand anything or anyone.”

you didn’t bother to fight as you felt an overwhelming feeling of tiredness hit you. you usually got like that when you got drunk.

after Aniyah gave Kirby your bag with your house keys, he hitched a ride from Dylan to get back to your place. they could all sense the anger in Kirby as he was still sitting on the argument. it was pretty wild to see Kirby so angry but when it came to you, they knew he would do anything for you.

he thanked Dylan for the ride as he grabbed your arm and slung it over his should, carrying you inside. the trip to your apartment was struggle as you kept talking gibberish to yourself and making Kirby laugh.

as soon as he got your door open, he took off your shoes and place you in bed, making sure you were at least comfortable enough to fall asleep. by the time he had placed you in bed, you were snoring your life away against the pillow.

Kirby knew it was best to sleep on the couch to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself if you were still drunk when you got up. he grabbed the small throw pillow and a blanket you kept underneath the couch and tried to get comfortable as possible.

it hit five in the morning when Kirby heard throwing up sounds from the bathroom. he slowly got up from bed and saw you hunched over the toilet bowl.

“you okay?” he finally spoke up, making you jump in fear. you gave him an angry look, “what the hell are you doing here?” you asked, confused as to why he was here.

“I had to take you home from Falco’s. you were extremely drunk and were about to do something you were probably going to regret the minute Aniyah left you so she gave me the keys to your house and let me watch over you until you got up.”

you sighed, “where is Aniyah?” you asked. “home. she had to calm down the guys she brought because he was trying to cause a scene inside the bar and told me just to take you home before any news of me getting into a fight broke out into the news,” he explained.

you leaned up against the wall, giving him a defeating look, “what do you want with me, Kirby? I appreciate you taking care of me but what do you want as a return?” you replied.

Kirby kneeled onto one knee and looked at you, “to give me a second chance. I know I fucked up. I fucked up so bad but these last few weeks have been hell. I miss you calling me after every game and having dinner through a facetime call. I miss your voice first thing in the morning. I just want you to give me one more chance and if I fuck up, you’ll never have to hear from me again. I swear!” he said, almost pleadingly.

you stared at Kirby, trying to see if he was being truthful. you could tell behind the eyes of desperation, he was telling the truth.

“one more chance and if you ruin it, we’re done.” Kirby went in to kiss you as you immediately dodged it, “first of all, I need to brush my teeth and you won’t be kissing me at least for another few days. you could suffer some more,” you joked, giving him a wink.

he growled playfully and watched as you brushed your teeth, “but you can snuggle me while I sleep off this hangover,” you said as he happily followed you back into bed.

#nhl #nhl imagine #chicago blackhawks #blackhawks #kirby dach #kirby dach imagine #kirby dach x reader #hockey #hockey imagine #imagine #kirby dach x you #nhl fic

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unavernales:

you need a bodyguard is the first thing the ceo of her company says to her 24 hours after the explosive success of her most recent comeback. the album topping both overseas and korean charts along with record breaking views on her new music video was… unprecedented. sure, ye-eun was relatively popular in korea. the charite had garnered a steady fanbase during her debut, but it was getting difficult for solo artists who weren’t previously established in a group. if this comeback did the same numbers her debut did, the company was reconsidering her solo career.

so when hugs and kisses skyrocketed to the top of the charts and “lala international” was trending #1 for a whole day, ye-eun was too ecstatic to realize her life was going to change quickly and drastically. the support and delight of her fans, new and old, made her expanding schedule look like a blessing. one of the best parts of being active was, in her opinion, meeting and interacting with fans. and there were so many of them now!

the concept of a bodyguard was a little off putting. what if he scared fans? what if he deterred them from approaching her? the questions go unasked, though, as the ceo continues to detail new security protocols that she must nod and agree to if she wants to do what she loves. it is only when she leaves the office to meet her new bodyguard does the ceo congratulate her on a successful comeback.

“so… taemin-ssi…” ye-eun is careful with her words, attempting to get a feel for this stern man sitting next to her. the pair was currently in a conference room. the charite had requested somewhere private where she and her new bodyguard could share a meal and talk. what better way to bond than over food? even though she was supposed to be on a diet, but… “have you been a bodyguard for a long time?” she retrieves the takeout from a paper bag, placing a container of noodles in front of taemin along with chopsticks and some water. “you’re very young. but it’s best to have a young bodyguard, huh? an older person might get hurt easier.” to be very honest, ye-eun thought taemin looked more like an actor than a bodyguard! like he played a bodyguard on tv. tall and undeniably handsome, ye-eun thinks he would look much better with a smile on his face! @mournus

Tae-min had a plan. He always had a plan. He always had tricks up his sleeve. Right? It seems like in this situation, he was wrong. Hired to do some investigation into a K-pop company, he found the easiest way to get inside was to work security. Everything was going smoothly until something went horribly off tracks. His intention had been office security, floor security, something that would have given him access to every room, every person, every floor. Suddenly the bodyguard originally going to be assigned to a Ye-eun had become sick and had to quit, which left a pretty big gap - wide enough for Tae-min to fit! So now, he was being sent off as a personal bodyguard. Someone find a way to kill him. The company had been apologetic for the sudden change of plans, especially as this new role involved a lot of travelling, but they wouldn’t understand the true meaning of regret until Tae-min got his revenge.

For now, he sat opposite the little idol. He had seen (some of) her music video. He hadn’t been impressed. It was all so... fake and... gag-worthyly happy and cute. His eyes moved over her coldly. At least she was polite. It was his intention to act so terribly that she requested a new bodyguard, which wouldn’t be hard. It would just mean acting the way he felt.

“Aniya.” No, he hadn’t been a bodyguard for a long time. Not technically - although he had done many things a bodyguard would do. He stares at the offering for a moment before looking at the other again. “Hmm... maybe they thought an old man beside you would ruin your image.” Since this is what all idols care about, isn’t it? “So? Is there something I should know about you? You don’t need to bribe me with food to keep your secrets, I’m not interested.”

#unavernales #meet taemin #taemin x yeeun

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wasteland, baby! | kol mikaelson - chapter twelve

Summary: Kol makes a deal with the Hollow to revive the first woman he ever loved. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go as planned.

Trust’s Note: Please like and reblog! I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 2,288

❝ what does one do with life when one expected to be dead ❞

"HOW DOES IT FEEL? To be alive, after all these years." Kol asked, eyes barely meeting Aniya's as they sat on a park bench. They had agreed to spend the day watching for strangers, any person that wouldn't mind having a sprinkle of amnesia in their lives. After a while the silence had gone deafening, and Kol decided to speak.

Aniya looked back at him, somewhat shocked that he had bothered to ask about her condition. She shifted in her seat. "Truth be told, I do not know what to do with the life I hold in my hands. It's as if someone has handed me the moon."

"Didn't you ask for this? To be immortal?"

"No. My father did." She said, looking down at her hands. She and Vihaan had questioned his beliefs once, and only once. It was the day that their father held their hands over a fire, and asked who would save them if not the gods. "And what of you? How did Esther create the spell that turned you into vampires?"

"She didn't create it. She found it, after Henrik was attacked by the wolves one night." He'd said it so casually, it might have gone over the average person's head; but Aniya had known him all his life. "Mother dearest murdered my ability to practice magic that night. About a decade ago, she stuck me in the body of a witch, but I was promptly killed by Finn shortly thereafter. Such a shame. The body was quite handsome."

He paused, then added, "Of course, not quite as handsome as me. But it did do the job."

She lifted an eyebrow slightly. "You would give your immortality to be a witch again?"

"You may have given your life for immortality, but I never wanted this. I was perfectly fine dying at the fine age of thirty years old," He sent her a smirk, and she rolled her eyes. She turned her attention back to the humans walking in front of them. Across the street, an old man and his wife, wrinkly and discolored, hair the color of salt and pepper.

"It is a wonder how humans learned to live so long. Perhaps my father wouldn't have forced us to into those rituals if he knew humans could become so... weathered."

Kol laughed then, and Aniya found herself smiling at the newspaper Kol had set down on their laps. After a moment, he asked, "You truly can't read?"

"I've learned a bit," She admitted. Henry had helped her, using a few pictures books he'd created and never published. Elijah had repeatedly offered her private tutors, but the situation had never been ideal. Even compelled humans would ask questions eventually, and there was something discomforting about allowing a stranger to see her weaknesses. She'd been a gifted witch once, a prodigy; and she had lost to something as simple as American tongue. "I do miss runes though."

"You'd be the only one," Kol responded. She narrowed his eyes at him in annoyance, and he simply shot her a smile. He turned his attention to the humans. "So, we've sat here long enough. Who will we put out of their misery and erase twenty years worth of memories?"

"How about one of the weathered ones?" She suggested. "They've been alive quite long. Surely they won't miss a decade or two."

Aniya had given eighteen years of her life to a set of rituals. Given her life for the sake of her parents. A few memories in exchange for a taste of her old life -- it was a small price to pay. Regardless, humans were never meant to live so long. They were in pain now, surely. Growing weak and inching closer to Death with each passing moment. To walk the streets and see the youth, see all they had lost.

Perhaps she would be putting them out of their misery. Granting them the ability to forget all they would never have again.

She stood from the bench and made her way towards an elderly man only a few feet away. Kol leaned back and watched the girl smile brightly, encapsulating the man in a short conversation about passing birds.

"I can't remember the last time I'd seen a creature so beautiful." She knelt down, though the bird hopped a few steps away. Her brown eyes dimmed for a moment, and Kol felt a heavy weight on his chest as he watched the little bird move away from her. As if it were repulsed.

"Yes," the old man nodded in agreement. His voice was aged, in a way that even Kol found himself pitying him. "Your generation is so glued to those phones. Rarely even feed the birds anymore."

"My generation," Aniya squinted her eyes. She was very much his elder, and Henry had tried to show her how to use a phone only a few days ago. Unfortunately, the very concept had gone over her head. "Yes. I agree. My brother, though, he used to care dearly for these creatures. Often found him climbing trees and feeding them leftover scraps."

She spoke fondly of her brother. It was hard not to. No one had a heart quite as big as his. No one dared to. The world was never made for one as beautiful as him, and yet there she stood, desperate to gain her strength and revive him.

"What was his name?"

Aniya hesitated. Her mother had always said names carried power. "Victor. My name is Annie."

"It suits you," He commented. The man's blue eyes sparkled with kindness, and she felt her stomach drop. "I hope he takes care of you."

"You needn't worry. My brother was quite the protector," She shrugged off his comment, eyes quickly shifting to the street in front of her. She pushed herself off the ground and focused her eyes on a nearby lamppost. "And what of you? Do you have family? People that care for you?"

"My wife, Betty. She cared dearly for me," The old man chuckled. He pulled out a small leather rectangle, and Aniya lifted an eyebrow at the gesture. Carefully, he unfolded it and revealed a black and white photo of a young couple. A blonde woman with molded curls and a young man beside him, in a perfectly tailored suit.

The man slipped the photo out and turned it around. At the bottom right corner was a jumble of letters. Aniya leaned forward to see the lettering, and after a few moments, the man said, "Betty and Edwin. Our wedding in the fifties."

Aniya's faced soured and she looked away, as if she'd just tasted something terrible. From across the street, Kol lifted an eyebrow. She took a breath. "Where is she now?"

"Died of long cancer twenty years ago. I miss her everyday." He said, his voice tainted with nostalgia. Aniya bit the inside of her cheek, a pit in her chest crawling up her throat. Edwin carefully tucked the photo back into his wallet.

"And you love her to this day? Your love for her, it never died?"

"In my experience, love never dies."

"How do you love someone you're sure you'll never have again? How can you bring yourself to love something so unbearable?" Surely he would give in. Surely he could bring himself to forget her. How much she would give in return for amnesia. In another world, she might've belonged to Henry and Henry alone.

Edwin shrugged. "I'll see her again. It's only a matter of time."

It was then that she felt something snap. A switch in her mind, flipped, and exchanged for something much colder. Ice rushed through her veins as she stared at the man, and her mind was made up.

Kol would one day see his Davina once more. Edwin would see Betty, and the world would continue to spin, as she stood paralyzed and alone. Even Henry would leave her eventually. She had only one insurance, one promise that would never leave her: Vihaan.

"I truly am sorry." Aniya placed a hand on the man's shoulder and whispered a spell beneath her breath. The man's eyes glazed over, and static ran through her veins. She took a step back and raised an eyebrow, ignoring the sense of euphoria that overwhelmed her. "Raise your left hand."

He obliged.

"Drop it. Raise your right hand."

He obliged. She had control of him.

"Give me your wallet. Go to Lafayette Cemetary and ask for Keres." The man, stripped of his willpower and sense of self-control, handed her the small leather object and walked away in a daze. Aniya swallowed and shoved the rectangle into her pocket. To her left, she felt a slight breeze, and Kol stood by her side.

Kol watched the man wander away, a brow lifted as Aniya gulped. "You hesitated."

"I'm ripping away an innocent man's free will because we made the mistake of getting married. My apologies if I'm not all that ecstatic about our situation," Aniya muttered. She huffed, shutting her eyes tightly as she turned on her heel.

"Well, lucky for you, we only need two more. I found a poor bastard in the cemetery last night. I'm sure no one will notice he's gone," Kol announces proudly, hot on Aniya's trail as she walked away from him.

"We shouldn't be preying on the innocent, Kol. Especially not men who are mourning their loved ones!"

Kol huffed and sped in front of her, raising his hands to stop her from crossing him. She sent him a warning look, and he sighed. "This one deserves death. Trust me."

She had been given no reason to trust him. In the weeks since she had come back, not once had Kol given her proof that he was worthy of it. Frankly, he's gone lengths to prove the opposite; but somehow, as she stared into his aged, tired eyes, she found herself wanting to believe him.

And so, she nodded, for once giving into his antics. "All right. I suppose we'll just have to find a few more and send them to Keres. I'm sure it won't be that much trouble."

Regardless, she couldn't seem to ignore the heaviness of her chest — the guilt she carried, knowing she had just sent a man to be stripped of his free will. Her parents had tried desperately to rip her of these emotions, trained her to see human lives as game pieces. Ones that she would have to dispose of once they no longer suited her. Her father had told her to embrace the electricity that ran through her veins when she practiced dark magic, but what was meant to surge of power had become nothing but a parasite. This power had turned her into nothing but a monster.

"Kol?"

"Yes?"

"What did your siblings and father exchange for immortality?"

He stopped walking then, his feet glued to the sidewalk. For a moment, his amusement faded, but it was quickly hidden away with a smirk. It occurred to Aniya that she might have hit a nerve. "I'm a vampire, darling. Haven't you caught up on the mythology yet? Watched a few scenes from Twilight? I've heard Robert Pattinson is quite dashing."

"Well, yes, but I'd like to see the truth. I'm not sure how much of that I'm going to find in pop culture." She crossed her arms over her chest and took a step toward him, looking up at his aged, tired eyes. "Show me."

"You're a stubborn little thing, aren't you," He murmured. He sighed then, leaning back against a nearby lamppost. Aniya came closer as he shut his eyes, and black veins crawled from beneath his eyes down to his cheeks. His eyes opened, revealing a pair of blackened irises and red, irritated scieras. Kol bared his teeth, displaying his sharpened fangs. When Aniya didn't flinch, the monstrous features crawled back into hiding, and Kol's curious face remained.

Then, she smiled, almost satisfied with her discovery.

"Was there any particular reason you wanted to see that, or were you just exhausted from staring at my gorgeous face for so long?"

"Is this typically how you flirt with women in the twenty-first century?"

Kol shrugged then, straightening his back and heading back in the direction of the Abattoir. Jealousy seemed to spike at Aniya's chest, as she walked a few paces behind him. How wonderful it must have been to be loved by something that hates all else. To be loved by what was perceived to be a monster.

She pulled the wallet out of her pocket, running her fingers over the faded photograph. She wondered to herself what might have happened if the Hollow has awoken Vihaan, as opposed to her. He might have been stronger. More willing to sacrifice the lives of several humans in exchange for the life he once had; but then, she wondered if he would have been more willing to give up on a marriage that had so clearly died. He would have been willing to sacrifice it all to ensure that she was back on Earth.

"I'd like to have this mission finished by the end of the night," Aniya revealed, her fingers tugging at the ring around her neck. "We'll find the nearest elderly person, and send them to the cemetery. You'll have your memories returned by midnight, and I'll have the evening to myself."

"You're going to see your human."

"Is that so bad?"

He hesitated. "I suppose not."

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theangryjikooker · 3 years ago

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Hiya! (Soft anon here btw!)

Jungkook taking it upon himself to announce that jimin is happiest with him absolutely tears up my feels 🥺 bby knows it’s true too 😭 just look at the amount of time they spend together. They enjoy each other’s company and it shows ☺️

And while we’re on the topic of jikook being soft and sweet I’m wondering what do you think of their soft tones when speaking to each other? Personally I am an absolute sucker for this 😭 It never fails to make me melt! The gimbap Vlive head nudging, how they were so patient with each other throughout 🥺 jimin’s recent bday Vlive when he calls jungkook. Like yeah, their using their insides voices and whatever BUT STILL. The way jungkook says “Aniya”, explaining he had to keep working out because his muscles are gone (LIIIIES!). Ughh. That bday Vlive was filled with some sweet af moments…I am not over the way jimin was so happy and a little embarrassed, bc bby felt so awkward and wanted someone to be there with him 🥺 gosh… I adore the way they were teasing one another by saying their names in that serious and low tone that they do.

Ahhh anyway, there’s so many other examples but I’ll spare you my fangirling. It’s just another jikook thing that gets me…I am a very weak person and I can’t stand their shenanigans 😔

P.s. I will always try to bring some kind of positively! I just love talking about the little things that make jikook JIKOOK. Do you know Wonsummernight’s motto? How they respect the analysis stuff but it’s not them? I kind of feel that way (I don’t make vids or content tho lol) but I just enjoy them and whatever their relationship is. They are just…ugh. 🤧 I’m a basic ass shipper who loves their chemistry, and while all the analysis are interesting to read about (especially if it makes logical sense) it’s not something I can dwell on for too long, simply because we will probably never know the truth of why this and that happened, or what exactly their relationship is. Just enjoy them as they are for now while we can <3

SOFT ANON! I save your ask for when my day is winding down lmao I'm not ignoring you, I swear! My head also hurts--a lot of interesting thought nuggets today.

I do love when they talk softly to one another, but I'll admit that I refrain from being loudly excited about it, because a lot of Jkkrs like to say that this tone they have is exclusively used in each other's company. But it's not like I watch enough content Jikook with other members to see if they talk that softly to the others as well..? And that's always in the back of my head, ruining everything for me lol (I only do this to myself).

Ugh, god, who invented sleep and time? I wish I could clone myself so I can force them to do this research work for me.

But seriously, outside of those thoughts, I adore the way they are with one another. Aside from the kimbap Vlive, I think it's a Bangtan Bomb where Jimin is trying to convince Taehyung and Jungkook to let him draw on their shirts, and the way Jungkook denies him but does it softly?? Help??

I don't know too much about wonsummernight, but I have seen some of their funnier compilations. I think it was one of their earlier videos that kind of helped me pay more attention to Jikook, but I do respect their take on analyses.

Thanks, I miss them now. 😭

#TAJ asks #soft anon #jikook #kookmin

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trashexplorer · 4 years ago

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BLCD Review: Tasogare Outfocus

Title: Tasogare Outfocus (黄昏アウトフォーカス)

Release Date: 2020/05/29

Author/Artist: Janome

Cast:

Uchida Yuuma x Matsuoka Yoshitsugu

Nakazawa Masatomo

Ichikawa Aoi

Yanagi Kouhei

Ootsuka Takeo

Synopsis:

Tsuchiya Mao is roommates with Otomo Hisashi who is secretly gay, that’s why they made 3 rules: I. Mao must never reveal Hisashi’s secret II. Hisashi won’t look at Mao as a romantic interest III. Neither of them can get in the way of the other’s “personal needs” They had no problems living together until the movie club - which Mao is part of - decided to do a BL movie for their school festival project and casted Hisashi for the lead role.

Review Proper

Putting this right after Given was the best choice I could have ever made. I love it! It’s cute, yet sensual; light, yet emotional. It also reminds me of the BL movie I directed for Spanish class in uni. Tasogare Outfocus was just one of those works that draws you in the minute you start reading it. From the character art, fashion, page layouts, to the positioning—Janome’s style is easily one of the best I’ve ever seen so far. The sensuality of her characters kind of reminds me of Zariya while her art in general reminds me of Ichikawa Kei’s and Aniya Yuuji’s combined. Tasogare Outfocus was definitely a sight for sore eyes and hearts, so when I received news of the BLCD adaptation, I was ecstatic! All the more when it was announced that Uchida Yuuma and Matsuoka Yoshitsugu was coming in to voice Mao and Hisashi!

One look at Hisashi and you’d instantly notice how he and Banana Fish’ Ash were similar. I don’t think that there’d be anyone who’d be more perfect to voice Hisashi than the very person who voiced Ash. I came into this expecting that he was going to use his Ash voice here, but I was pleasantly surprised that he used a lighter tone! UGGHHHHHH. WE JUST HAVE TO STAN!!! His Hisashi was so smooth and sexy that I had to cover my face with my hands because I couldn’t take it! 😳 His performance here reminds me of old Hiyama Noboyuki when he does sexay DKs even though they’re both at different sides of the pitch scale. I wish that he gets to do more seme roles in the future with this tone, but it’d still be nice if he does some uke roles from time to time. Man, even though I’ve never heard Uchida Yuuma have a bad performance before, I’m just so proud of how far he’s come! 😭😭😭

QUEEN MATTY IS BACK YET AGAIN! I just adored his Mao! His Mao tone was pitches lower than his Nasukawa tone, so this was close to his natural tone. But what was so remarkable about his performance here was this part where Hisashi reminisces how Mao would greet him like a parent when he comes back home late and his DADDY VOICE WAS SUPREME DADDYI! WHAT THE HECK, TSUGU-TSUGU?! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?!

“Yes, I’m Enterprise? I want more King Matty ASAP. I’ll give you a list of works I want him in tomorrow, thanks.”

The rest of the cast did pretty well. I didn’t actually check who all the cast members were and when I first heard Ichikawa talk, I was like: “Hmm, this sounds suspiciously like Nakazawa Masatomo. Why would they bring in another gen 3 in as a side character, though?” AND THEN BAM! I find out that Ichikawa has a story of his own! If that isn’t a sign that the sequel’s going to be adapted as well, then I don’t know what is! Ugh. I wonder who’s a good fit for the president, though??? The other three also had some good voices and I’m quite surprised that they brought in two different voice actors for the twins. Ootsuka Takeo, like his character, is perfect for the BL world, so I hope he officially enters the industry soon.

That was a great adaptation over all. There aren’t many changes in dialogue either, so reading the manga along wouldn’t be difficult. I would definitely recommend both the manga and the BLCD because it’s very well-written. Here’s to hoping more of Janome’s works get translated in English and adapted into BLCDs. 🙇

#blcd reviews #blcd 2020 reviews #tasogare outfocus #janome #ginger records #uchida yuuma #matsuoka yoshitsugu #nakazawa masatomo #ichikawa aoi #yanagi kouhei #ootsuka takeo

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trsureaus · 4 years ago

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Lani’s POV

Bumaba ako ng parking lot pra hanapin si suk dahil umalis siya doon sa taas. Nasa kalagitnaan kami ng tawanan nang bigla siyang umalis.

There was no one in the parking pero nakita kong may nagyoyosi sa may balcony side habang nagcecellphone.

I’m sure it's him. Kita ko highlights ng buhok niya. Nilapitan ko siya at hinablot yung yoshi na nasa bibig niya.

"Tangina?"

Binato ko yon sa labas at ngumiti ako sakaniya.

"Hello!"

"Problema mo?" tanong niya nang masungit. Kinuha niya yung box ng yosi na nasa pocket niya at hinablot ko ulit yun sa kamay niya. "Relani!"

"Bakit ka na naman ba nagyoyosi?" tanong ko habang tinatago sa likod ko yung box niya ng yosi.

"Give it back" sabi ni Hyunsuk habang palapit sakin.

Umaatras lang ako at nanatiling nasa likod ko yung box.

"Bakit ba? This is bad you know. Kung may problema ka why not say it? Diba? Hindi yung niririsk mo yung buhay mo. Talking is easier than making yourself sick" sabi ko.

Huli na nung narealize ko na nakasandal na pala ako sa dingding. Ganon kami katagal naglalakad. He’s looking straight at my eyes.

"Nobody would understand me" aniya.

Even though my heart beated fast, i still managed to look at him back at itaas pa ang mukha ko para mapakita sakanya ang intensyon ko.

"Did you even try? Para saan pang andiyan sila jihoon, junkyu, yoshi sayo? Para saan pang andiyan si mashiho, jae, pau? sina feli at chari?" tanong ko sakanya.

Kumunot nuo niya at nagtilt yung head. Waiting for me to say more.

"Para saan pang naging magkaibigan tayo?"

"My whole life is a mess, you wouldn’t understand" aniya.

"Ang dami kong sinabing pangalan pero para sakin lng yang sinabi mo? Ikaw ah" nilapit niya yung mukha niya sakin. "WOW JOKE LANG" sigaw ko.

"Are you sure you’ll listen to me?"

"Oo naman. Ano ako puro salita lang? No ah."

Bumuntong hininga siya bago nilayo yung mukha niya sakin at sumandal ulit sa barrier para tignan namin yung view. Kinuha niya yung cell phone niya at pinakita sa'kin yung picture ng babae.

"Remember nung sinabi kong "pilit kong kinalilimutan"?" tanong niya.

"Siya 'to?" tanong ko. She's pretty.

Tumango siya bago ulit nagsalita. "Hong Irish"

"First love?"

"I don’t like that term pero siguro oo" sagot niya. Binalik ko na yung phone niya sakanya at bumuntong hininga. "high school kami noon, gusto ko siya. Valentine’s, umamin ako. She agreed na ligawan ko siya and then we became close. Araw araw kami lumalabas, then sabay kami lagi papunta ng school, lalabas tuwing uwian. Lagi din siyang pumupunta sa bahay para magluto sila ni mama or maglaro sila ni jisu. Years passed and mas lalo na kaming naging close, parang normal nalang na nandon siya sa bahay lagi kaht wala ako, pero hindi niya pa ako sinasagot. She knew that I was drinking, smoking but she never told mama kasi sinabi ko na wag niyang sabihin."

"tss, buti pa ako hindi kita tinotolerate" i chuckled a bit to lift the mood up. he then looked at me pero binalik ang tingin sa view. "Then?"

"Then nung first or second year college lumpiat na siya ng school, she became cold and parang di na siya masiyadong namamansin. She calls me only when she needs me and iniiwasan ko talaga pag pasok ng school noon pra lang puntahan siya. I failed classes kasi nagagalit siya kapag hindi ko nasusunod yung gusto niya. And since I’m courting her and bobo ako non, inuuna ko siya lagi" aniya. tumawa siya bago ituloy yung sinasabi. "isang beses nagising nalang ako sa balitang nakita ni jihoon si irish sa mall kasama si yeonjun, holding hands, hugging, and kiniss pa talaga ni irish sa pisngi"

"So what does that mean, suk? Hindi ka niya sinagot kasi may jowa siya?"

"Hindi nga niya jowa eh, todo deny naman si yeonjun. Yeonjun is my cousin. Sobrang close kami noon kasi sa bahay siya nakatira nung high school. Eto matatawa ka, pumayag si irish na ligawan ko siya para mapalapit siya sa lalaking totoong gusto niya, si yeonjun. That explains why she's always staying in our hoyse and also the reason why she moved to the same school with yeonjun nung college"

"And she’s also the reason why you don’t believe in love and the reason why you’re always drinking. And smoking?"

Tumango siya.

"I see"

"And sorry if hindi nanininja kita and if snob ako minsan. Nakita ko kasi si Yeonjun kagabi kasama si Irish and I don't know. It still hurts and I’m still mad"

Tumango ako. "Why not move on? Mahirap ba yon?"

"You don't know how much I tried."

"Edi try again. Pero in a positive way, enjoy time with your friends. And let's go out sometimes." Tumingin siya sa'kin and he lifted his brows. "What? Hindi kita gusto no? Gusto ko lang makipagkwentuhan sa'yo para naman may paglabasan ka na ng problema. We're friends! Gusto mo maging bestfriends pa tayo eh"

"Call. But lani, walang maiinlove?" tanong niya. "Hindi ako marunong sumalo. Hindi ako naniniwala sa pag-ibig"

"Wala, Hyunsuk." sagot ko. "I just want you to feel na ang love hindi lng mararamdaman in a romantic way. You can feel it within the people around you. With your friends"

"Salamat"

"Anything for you, love" sagot ko.

"Anong love?"

"Loko-loko Olol Vovo Engot" sabi ko sabay tawa.

"Ampota?" aniya. "Natotouch na sana ako kasi first time ko magkabestfriend na babae perobakit ganto ka epal?"

"Ako lang may kayang maging bestfriend na babae ha ng isang matapobreng katulad mo noh. Wala ka nang mahahanap na katulad ko, love" I laughed.

Tumawa lang din siya before we went back to the table with our friends.

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fanfictasia · 2 years ago

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Febuwhump Day 24

Bloody Clothes

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Anakin Skywalker

“It’s too late.” It sounds like his voice is drifting in through a haze, though it’s more likely he’s just quiet from pain.

What did I do, whatdidIdo, what –

“This wasn’t your fault, Ani,” Qui-Gon continues as I drop down next to him. “I knew… when I came, that my time was up.”

“No,” Aniya protests desperately, shaking her head, “It can’t. We can stop this, we –”

“It’s alright.” He looks peaceful, and I don’t even know how that’s possible. He’s perfectly content with it, accepting, giving himself over to the Force for the first time in years. I can’t say when it changed, but I did notice that he… was getting darker, like we all were. That he was trying too much to do it alone, instead of trusting the Force as a Jedi should.

“You can’t die,” I protest, voice pleading, even if I know full well it will change nothing. I just can’t accept – this. This is too much like what happened with our mother, me holding him as I held our mother, her life rapidly fading. Aniya, hovering right beside me, holding Qui-Gon’s hand as if it would be enough to keep him here. It’s a horrifying sense of déjà vu.

The wound was fatal, and I know there is nothing we can do to stop it, unless Sidious does something. Maybe even if he does. Lightsaber wound or no, it’s starting to bleed now, soaking his clothes, and I should – should something, but I can’t think of anything through the screaming in my mind.

“You cannot stop… the will of the Force,” he replies. He’s dying. And he’s not wrong, we can’t stop it. There’s nothing I can do except sit here and hold him and… “The Light will – guide you. Find it. As I have.”

And that’s when something in him… stills.

“Master,” I call, desperately – I don’t think of how it’s the first time I’ve willingly called someone that in years.

“Master Qui-Gon,” Aniya calls again, frantically, begging for some sort of reaction, something, anything, but then…

I can only watch, somehow seeing clearly through my tears, as his body stills then… fades. It becomes translucent somehow, before it just vanishes altogether along with the weight in my arms, leaving us sitting here alone with nothing but each other, Qui-Gon’s lightsaber, and… his blood-soaked clothes.

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onf-headcanons · 4 years ago

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ONF reaction to you flinching/triggered due to trauma during verbal fight (Hyung line)

Inspired from here

Warning its going to be a bit triggering? And angst for sure.

Either them raising their voice or maybe raising their arm up and you thought they are gonna hit you (they won't)

1. HYOJIN

If he is totally acting like how the natal chart i searched, he is really grounded with logical and practical thinking and if your point cannot 100 percent persuade his logic, ideas will clash for sure. And he is also impulsive

I can totally see he has the tendency to lost control and raising his voice if you are not the type to back down if both of your ideas clash. Of course no one will purposely tick someone off for fun. Ideas will still clash if both individuals having different pov and growth background

You have minor phonophobia and if its a male aggressively shouting, it triggers you more. Maybe your parent were like that or maybe you had been through the experience with someone older than you.

You would flinch a bit when his volume suddenly goes higher. Example you can see here (start from 8:04)

He saw you flinched and then comes back to senses. He quickly apologised as he sees your facial expression are not looking good, in fact going pale.

You suggest both of you to cool off because you think he is way too hot headed now and wants some distance because you want to hide yourself to cry it out without him knowing.

Bonus if you never really told him about this phobia of yours. So bonus if this is the first time you two had this scenario happened

Seeing you trying to back off, Hyojin quickly grabs your hand but then quickly let go when he could feel you are shivering.

You lock yourself in your room trying to overcome. And Hyojin is outside the room, probably leaning at the door regretting about his bad trait.

After an hour or two he will be knocking the door to check up on you with a glass of water for you. You let him in because you know he does not mean harm and he is being really careful towards you, asking you permissions.

He holds your hands firmly, apologies again. You mentioned that you understand he did mean not harm and it was a spur of emotion burst. He asked you if you are scared of loud noises. And you did not deny it anymore. Not blaming on you but he wishes you could tell him about it.

Then he will assure you that he will take note about it and then hugs you. Patting you on the back of your head and kisses your forehead.

2. Changyoon

I can feel he is more of a quiet type aggressive people. And does not really follow nonsense so if you joking around during serious conversations he will get triggered.

He is the type that holds his value highly and if you joke around of course he will think that you does not respect him. I do feel he is the kind who values mutual respect in both parties values. Again of course no one will go purposely tick someone off

Tendency to explode by raising his voice in anger while looking stern can intimidate the other party without too much effort.

Since stuttering is his default, so it is more prone to short words yelling or him raising his arm unconsciously

Plausibly him yelling "Yah!" But then stuttered and raised his hand to scratch his head. Because he was frustrated that he cannot find the perfect word

His volume won't be as powerful as Hyojin's but with the act of raising his hand, it freaked you out.

He quickly notices your changes and hurriedly denying your assumptions.

Keep repeating, "Aniya, Aniya..."/ "No, thats not it"

If you did not hold it in and cried he will goes ,"I was not planning on hitting you, seriously I swear! "

You in panic and he is in panic too.

Bonus if in the middle of this you tried to push him away and it made him even more panic. It nearly got him crying too. (because you got triggered maybe you have background of being abused)

Grabs your hands and rubs your skin with his thumbs hoping to calm you down. He will lean bit towards you so that his height is similar to you and looks at your face.

Keep apologising for scaring you while helping you to calm down. Either fanning you a bit while helping you wipe off your tears or

Hugs you tightly and pats your head while keep saying "Sorry."

Occasionally pushes you away to check on you by looking at your complexion. If you are still trembling, he will pull you back into his arms.

He will be gazing upwards and letting a sigh as he thought, " What have I done?"

Being observant and attentive for the next few days to make sure you are really ok

3. Seungjoon

It is scary when the usually jolly friendly one gets angry.

The moment he went into silence and his gaze turned stern with his lips pursued are the signals he is not amused

Will let out some short yells like "Yah!" Or "No!" Or even "Aish!". But his volume won't be that high. Because he is the type that values on passing the point to you, instead of yelling it to you face.

Has the tendency to ruffle his bangs when frustrated. Actually this episode of Lights On can get a glimpse of Seungjoon getting passed off by members. Its a fun episode but you can get the gist from his body language.

So during verbal fight you flinched when he raised his hand to push his bangs. It was a very unconscious move from him and he did not even thought you will get triggered .

Even though he tends to push his bangs or ruffle his own hair alot, but during that moment, your brain just linked the movement = plausibly getting hit

Again this falls to the maybe you came from abusive background or abusive bf

He will be startled and paused for a bit to get hold of the situation

Once he got it, he quickly explains to you that he is definitely not trying to hit you

If you turns around and trying to leave, he will reaches out to grab your shoulder but he does not pulls you back.

He moves from his stance to face you. In panic when he sees you cry.

Asking you if you thought it was scary or asking you if you really thought he will be hitting you as a confirmation.

He sighs as you nods, brows frowning too.

"Arasso, mianhe/I got you, I am sorry"

Mentioning he will be more careful of his body language from now on.

Bonus if he is trying to hug you but you push him back not because you don't want it, more like you acted by your reflex because you still recovering from the scare.

He might goes , "please don't push me away, let me be with you ok?"

Bonus if you finally let it out when you are in his arms, hands clinging to his shirt.

A/n : unsure if I will be doing dongsaeng line cos of busy work

#onf #onf imagines #onf scenarios #onf headcanon #onf headcanons #onf reacts #onf hyung line #will add more tags later

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