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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 5 years ago

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Oscar Shaw-Cullman. *Supporting Character. Voice Claim: (Michael Angarano(young)) https://youtu.be/BAH6D-_NyVs?t=18s Partner(s): None. Parents: Andy and Congo. (None biologically) Evan and Akin. Kids: None. Other family members: The Cullman, Shaw and Thompson family. Daniel, and the Lupei clan. And of course his siblings Willow, Odette, Lina, Lylah, Annie, Sam and Felix. Age: Immortal, but translates roughly into start 20′s, although he can be rather naive and clueless and often comes off more as a teenager. Height: 180cm Body type: Very slim, but with a bit of muscle tone. Eye color: Light blue. Classification: (Immortal) A version of Seraphim (angel like creature, often called 'ones of love’ as their name comes from the Hebrew root of love) he possesses healing powers, powers of flight, powers to create love, powers to give life, and powers of mending broken things. Including hearts. About: ~ Quite shy, introvert, often unfocused, often lost in his own world, artistic, childlike mind, sweet, cuddly, cute, very girly both in features and personality, compassionate, playful, innocent, gullible, trusting, naive, can be very cautious at times, quiet, caring, bubbly, honest, positive, pensive, optimistic, caring, curious, nurturing and helpful. ~ Gay, bottoms only. ~ Has half long wavy but silky light to medium blonde hair. ~ He loves all animals, and often drag home lizards and butterflies. ~ Dislikes violence. ~ Gets uncomfortable in large groups of people. ~ Moved in with Eonan in late 2020, although they aren’t a couple. Oscar was simply reaching the age that it was time to move out from his parents, but isn’t really grown up enough to live on his own, so Eonan who is a very close family friend, offered Oscar to move in with him. ~ Smells like cookies, candies, chocolate or berries. ~ Favorite past time activity is taking bubble baths and strolling the beach. ~ Has not been in a relationship yet, as he doesn’t seem mature enough yet, but is no longer virgin either. ~ Obsessed with the color pink. ~ Collects plushies and dolls. ~ Only eats sweet things, such as candy, cookies, cakes, chocolate, berries, fruit, milk shakes, smoothies and so on. Absolutely hates spicy stuff and would never eat meat. Doesn’t have problems with anyone else eating meat though. ~ He’s very protective of Andy and animals. ~ Is mostly called Ossie by family ~ Will on rare occasion eat a slice of pizza as long as someone picks the meat off first. ~ Is very much a ‘daddy’s boy’ when it comes to Andy, he even bought Oscar a choker that says ‘daddy’s boy’, which Oscar wears every day proudly. ~ Feels most safe in his own room, which most of all looks like a spoiled child’s room. ~ Is often referred to as ‘Bunny boy’ ~ Loves his parents, siblings and other family members, anything Kawaii, eating sweets, bubble bath scents, glitter, unicorns, rainbows, Disney movies, nature, bunnies, amusement parks, the beach, fizzy non alcoholic drinks, Rillakkuma, Sentimental Circus, Hello Kitty, TokiDoki, Cinnamoroll, beach vibes, swimming, coconut drinks (non alcoholic), Congo’s home made hot chocolate, warm pancakes, baby animals - specially baby ducks, dick, and spending 'cozy time’ in bed with Andy, as he calls it. ~ Style - Think sugar cute. ~ He thinks and acts a lot younger than his 'age’, but is often known for sharing philosophical-like views. Ossie’s tag Ossie’s house/home Ossie’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

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One song to describe him: Pharrell Williams - Happy Personal playlist: 1. Shanks & Bigfoot - Sweet Like Chocolate 2. Artful Dodger Feat. Craig David - Re-Rewind 3. Jennifer Brown - Alive 4. Moloko - Sing It Back 5. The Supermen Lovers (feat. Mani Hoffman) - Starlight 6. Carrie Underwood - Ever Ever After 7. Natasha Bedingfield - These Words 8. One T + Cool T The magic key 9. Kylie Minogue - Love at first sight (TEEMID & Julia Cover) 10. Bob Sinclar - World Hold On 11. Atomic Kitten - The Tide Is High (Get The Feeling) 12. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc (The SAME x Lalitia Cover) 13. Five - Got The Feelin' 14. Sugababes - Overload 15. Christina Aguilera - Candyman 16. Jack Johnson - Upside Down 17. All Saints - I Know Where It's At 18. Nelly Furtado - Powerless (Say What You Want) 19. Spiller - Groovejet (If This Ain't Love) 20. iiO - Rapture 21. Kylie Minogue - I Should Be So Lucky 22. Junior Senior - Move Your Feet 23. Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me 24. Jack Johnson - Banana Pancakes 25. Oasis - Wonderwall ft. Katy McAllister (Monkey Joker Edit) 26. Le Boeuf x Amanda Law - I Want It That Way (Backstreet Boys Cover) 27. Busted - Year 3000 28. Gwen Stefani - Rich Girl (Official Music Video) ft. Eve 29. Olive - You're Not Alone 30. Rihanna - Don't Stop The Music

#Oscar Shaw-Cullman #Ossie #immortal #supernatural #Seraphim #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr #simographysup

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k-fiction-therapy · 6 years ago

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Just Another Face In The Crowd

Moodboard by Admin Scar

Starring: Jeon Jungkook & Female Reader

Includes: Fluff, Cute Things & Heavy Petting

Rating: PG-13

~*.*..*--Don’t make me chase you all over the world, baby...because I will.*..*.*~

A/N: Originally, I wrote this fanfiction for a friend of mine that stans Jungkook so hard, her general reaction to seeing new idols was “Oh, but he’s no Kookie.” She has been such a loyal stan that I’m surprised her driving record isn’t spotless considering how well she stays in his lane. That said, this one goes out to all the Jungkook stans, and ARMY alike--Who wouldn’t want to meet their idol bias behind a venue, and experience love at first meeting? <3

Musical Inspiration: Love At First Sight - Kylie Minogue

Asks Open for Feedback, Comments, Kudos and Thoughts. <3

If you were honest, you had never thought you would be here. Front row. BTS International Tour. You could feel the excitement course through you even before you reached the venue, but now as you stood there, you felt like you were on a whole other level of emotion. You wanted to laugh, to cry, to fall over and to scream until your lungs hurt. Honestly, you felt so bipolar in that moment that you almost convinced yourself to go see a therapist after—but, you knew you were just being silly. You could get through this without dying from happiness—or at least that’s what you kept repeating to yourself.

As the concert started, each pulse of the bass had you nearly sobbing, your eyes wide and brimming with tears as you watched the boys come out on stage. You screamed so loudly that your voice was almost immediately hoarse. You loved them all, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love Jungkook more than any other member. The moment you saw him, you confirmed that all the photos you’d ever seen paled in comparison. His chocolate hair, the curve of his eyes and the sweet, and simultaneously delectable, shape of his body, all called to you, making you feel weak in the knees—even as you jumped up and down to the beat of the music.

When the ment came, you knew that you were going to get to hear his voice and see that brilliant smile some more, so you perked in your spot. Leaning up on the railing, pulling yourself up a bit to try and somehow get closer to the stage, regardless of the impossibility of that yearning. Your outfit rose up a bit against the metal, making you fall back a bit so that you didn’t look too disheveled, past the small bit of sweat on your brow from being so close to these other people. You had dressed cute on purpose, hoping that they would notice you in the sea of girls chanting their names.

The boys walked back out on stage, holding their sweat rags to their foreheads, looking out over the crowd. The Army of Bombs went crazy, flashing in waving hands in a fluttering wave of light that danced across the arena and up both sides. They seemed so grateful for how energetic and happy you all were, so grateful to have your support. As most of these things went, the boys took turns speaking about their experiences on the tour, and you stayed quiet as you could, listening to them talk as best you could, shushing the girl next to you a few times when she screamed right in your ear.

When it was Jungkook’s turn to speak, you had almost completely forgotten that you were in a huge room filled with fans. In your mind, it was just you and Jungkook, and he was speaking only to you. Without thinking, all politeness between cultures aside, you gripped the railing in front of you and smiled wide, your lips peeling apart before you could control yourself, “Jungkook Oppa!” You called out to him, with a terrible accent no less, your voice pretty much the loudest thing in the arena at that moment—and after it, you could have heard a pin drop. You knew he was embarrassed when other girls said it, and his reaction after your outburst clenched that fact.

Jungkook shied away from your words immediately, turning bright red and laughing into the microphone, the sound of the air from his nose making a loud thumping sound that resonated in the venue. He laughed to himself and continued what he had been saying, the ment continuing despite your sudden regret. You blushed darker than he did and sunk down, in complete disbelief that you had just done that. Oh, it was probably going to be all over the internet by the time you get home. You could see it now, “International Fan Yelling “Jungkook Oppa” During Ment. #cuteblush #cutiepie #jungshook”, and your accent littered all over. Oh, God.

For the rest of the concert you kept to yourself and didn’t do much more than sing along or chant with the other fans, trying not to call any more attention to yourself. You had to get through this. You also cursed yourself for not having had enough money to get VIP tickets for the pre-show fanmeet, but you thought him noticing you, even for something so embarrassing, was worth it in spades, although you had wished it hadn’t been so cringe. Oh well, he heard you. That’s the important part. Now you just hoped that none of your friends back home came across a video of the incident, that would be the death of you.

When the concert was over, you were sure your life was complete. Perhaps you should just cease living, because you didn’t see how it could ever get better than this. You replayed the songs over and over in your head as you left the venue and headed outside. You had asked to be picked up around the back of the place as you thought that it would be less busy there, and as you rounded the large building and found yourself alone in a back alley, you quickly realized you were right—and for a second, you questioned whether or not you were actually allowed to be there, the fences making you think you might have been breaking a few rules.

The sound of the BTS tour bus, and the boys boarding it, silhouette shielded by the dynamic curve of the alley, was drowned out by the sound of the city and the roar of the air conditioning units that were on the roof directly above where you were standing. In the wind of the city, you rose your shoulders up to shield your ears. Something about the wind, perhaps the direction, made you feel like they were tunneling. It was uncomfortable, so you shifted a bit. Where was your ride? You checked your watch and blinked—the concert had let out a little earlier than you had anticipated. You would be there a little while.

“Great.” You whispered to yourself, kicking a pebble, it falling to the ground about two feet in front of your foot. Smiling to it, you let the higher points of the night flash through your mind—quickly followed by the ment, and your shout. You shook your head and chewed your bottom lip, “How could I say something so stupid…?” You whined, staring up at the sky before looking back down to your foot, kicking another rock, “He must have thought I was some dumb ugly foreigner, another face in the crowd…ugh…get it together, Y/N.”

“Ugly, no.” Came a voice from behind you, just above a whisper, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Spinning around, your eyes settled on the most handsome face you had ever seen. Jeon Jungkook. You must have been dreaming. Your face erupted in a blush and you blinked over and over, staring at him. He just smiled and stepped closer to you, his hands clasped behind his back. He noticed that you were slightly uncomfortable and he tried his best to interpret, “Sorry. I…scared you, no. Sorry.”

You knew he couldn’t speak great English, but you also couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you right now. Your first thought was that he was going to scold you for calling him ‘oppa’ so impolitely, but you decided you would only speak of it if he brought it up first, “H-how long have you been standing there?” You asked, thinking it was weird that an idol would just creep behind you like that—not that you would mind having a stalker like him. You chuckled lightly to yourself, but hid it with a hand over your face, “W-why are you here?”

“You, uh. You’re Pretty.” He said softly, something in the way he spoke making you realize his effort and blush darkly. You waved a hand in front of your face as if he was mistaken, or must not have seen you in actual light, but you didn’t open your mouth to disagree him. Jungkook would catch your hand by the wrist and tug you gently, “Come here Can I show you something?”

You had no option, but to follow him. You just wanted to know why he had come, and where he was taking you. Turning down another area in the alley, you found yourself in a niche with him, and he gently backed you into the wall. Your hands trembled, but found his chest, resting there as you stared up at him, “J-Jungkook?” You asked, sure that he might have been mad or something, even as his hands raised to rest on either side of your head. He smiled softly and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours slowly, fireworks igniting in your mind the moment you were flush, your entire body aflame with tingling interest.

The truth was that he in no way was angry about what you said, in fact, he had liked it—that is why it embarrassed him in such a way. Something about your face, and the sheer joy that was written upon it during the concert, pulled him in. You seemed honest, as if you truly cared, something that the superficial thoughts of other fans never touched. It was doomed, as he was forbidden to date a fan, but in that moment, he cared not past the locking of your lips.

He kissed you deeply, and you melted into him, your lips warmed by his own. The wind around you no longer mattered, and your mind focused solely on his hand as he moved it into your coat and up your shirt, feeling over your rib-cage and up to your chest, touching gently. He seemed so polite, even in the way that he touched you, and you trembled under his grasp. Your hand dipped down, feeling over his groin, which immediately gave away how aroused he was, making him shiver hard, “Woah.” You said, and he chuckled, biting your bottom lip idly. Your fingers gingerly moved over the shape in his pants and he shook, biting his lip hard, his hand cupping around your breast, feeling it fully.

He arched against your fingers and brought down his free hand, reciprocating the touch with a dip of his own against your heat, making him breath out heavily. He rubbed softly, just stimulating you enough to make you quake against the seam of your pants, the fluid gathering there making it damp. He knew he couldn’t stay and he cursed his time schedule. He kissed you again, and again, as if he was memorizing your taste. He grunted in frustration, his cock throbbing hard against your palm. He couldn’t continue. You had only just met, as well, and if he really liked you, he shouldn’t use you like this—plus, he was sure the other members were freaking out since he hadn’t come back, or told them where he was going.

Jungkook broke your kiss, pulling back just enough to run his nose against your own, “I…gotta go. I have to.” He whispered in accented English, something about it the most endearing thing you’d ever heard. You dreaded that and wrinkled your brows hard. You didn’t want him to go. Not ever. Shifting, you dropped a hand, pulling a pen from your pocket so that you could write your number down on his hand. You were sure he’d never contact you—he wasn’t allowed to, but tonight had been so magical, you couldn’t let it go. You wanted so much more.

He smiled as you wrote down your name and number, and would kiss your forehead when you were done, “I will. Our secret.” He said, putting a finger over his lips before dropping his hand and kissing you one more time, as deep as he could. From down the alley, he heard his name called and he would pull back, righting himself and sighing. Putting on a big smile, he held up a hand and waved gently, bowing after, “See you. Hwaiting!” He turned and trotted back to the tour bus, leaving you a quivering mess against the brick of the building. What the hell had just happened. You must have fallen asleep waiting for your ride. That couldn’t have just happened, could it?

The sound of a car horn broke your focus and you pulled your shirt back down, heading towards the mouth of the alley where your ride waited. You slipped into the backseat, blushing from ear to ear, your mind whirring. You’d pretty much forgotten the concert, putting all of your focus on what had happened after. You sighed and stared out the window as the car pulled off and the city passed, putting a hand over your heart. You knew your love for Jungkook was deeper than fangirling, but who could have predicted that he’d actually be into you. Not you.

Halfway out of the city, your phone would ding, the light of it illuminating the car’s backseat. You knew it was him, but you still felt like it had all been a dream. What if it was just one of your friends asking about the concert, and he never contacted you? Well, at least you had tonight. Closing your eyes, you held up your phone to read it, slowly opening them. A wide smile broke out over your face and you breathed out heavily as you read the texts, your fingers covering your lips. He was so cute.

“I learned how to use translate on my phone. -JK”

“I miss you already. -JK”

“This is Jungkook, btw. Save my #. -JK”

“I want to see you as soon as possible, Y/N. -JK”

“Don’t make me stalk you across the USA. Because I will. 😉 -JK”

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