#lee!harpe

[lovelynim]

“O-ohohokay, ahahah… I-I’m ahahawake, Ronan!” He mweled, pressing his eyes shut as a bright, large smile formed on his lips. Harpe tried to turn around, to face his master once for all, but Ronan’s embrace kept him in place, at the mercy of his ticklish touch while he refused to let go. “Ah, took you long enough, huh?” 

"Mornings" featuring Ronan and Harpe from GrandChase

This is the first time I commissioned someone and I have no words to describe how much I am in love with the result. ❤

Art by @artmaars, fic which inspired the art by me ~

[teirarara]

listen, I know these specific images are wildly different aesthetic-wise, buT STILL

bros……..

[amy-lynn-lee]

[genshinmp3]

Glory and Decay from Cantus Aeternus Yang Lee, HOYO-MiX

[buff-borf-bork]

What's "Think I Forgot" about?

Ah! That one is to be a short snippet of Gild in a reality where she instead turned from music competitions to gambling as a way to keep her family afloat.

It's basically her in the casino, another bet, another maybe not to fair win on her part and going through the motions after a life of... well not really having her own life. "think i forgot" is the title because i was originally gonna do a little puppet animation in toonboom to the lyrics "think i forgot, how to be happy. something i'm not, but something i could be. what was i made for?" from the billie eilish song lol.

there's a few different versions of Gild depending on the universe shes in, but her constant core is the self parentified child to the extreme, every action and choice motivated by making sure her two younger siblings and her parents are taken care of. leaving little room or thought for herself or own wants beyond that. And to Gild "what was i made for," she exists for that purpose, her siblings being able to live freely without the worry of money and not have to know life as she did when they were all little and she'll do anything to a near ruthless degree to ensure that. And she's accepted that to many, that means shes the bad guy.

that probably goes way beyond what you asked, but i can't help going on and on about Gild when it comes up 💀

[killer-catchy]

honestly shitty for the commentators to keep being like 'yeah she won because biles wasnt there' about suni lee

she's a title holder, have some respect man

[mugiwara-lucy]

As you all know I’ve been Season 3 of the One Tree Hill podcast and apparently Ellie was always meant to die….

My heart 😭

[the-badger-mole]

Why are you so obsessed with Mai's clothes?

I'm not really obsessed with her clothes as much as this perception that Mai is some sort of counter cultural icon (among her fans). I feel like her clothes play a large part of that perception, and I think it's undeserved. Her clothes don't stand out from the rest of what we see in the Fire Nation, so to me, rather than showing us how different Mai is from the other girls from the rest of the major Fire Nation characters (except Ty Lee, who I argue is the true counter cultural icon), her outfit shows how well she fits in.

It's not really about the fashion for me. It's the visual storytelling. Outfit changes are a simple, but effective way to show us what's happening in a characters head. Heck, it's a tactic that's been used in the show before- mostly with Zuko. Having Mai drastically change her clothes after she left her parents would have been an easy way to show that she'd been repressed with her parents. It would've made her complaints about them more realistic. It would've made the existence of her character arc easier to believe. I still think her redemption arc would've have been pathetically weak if they'd only changed her clothes, but it would've been traceable at least.

[sweet-beezus]

Oh, y'know, just YGO OC tingz~

[mingtinys]

lost for words

pairing : lee jihoon x gn!reader

fluff , drabble , ultimate simp jihoon

warnings : none

word count : 0.6 k

requested ? no

a/n : this is what i imagine it would sound like if woozi wrote his own "shall i compare thee to a summers day"

Jihoon is nothing short of talented. A maestro amongst artists and a musical prodigy to his peers.

He can pluck strings until they sing and make his fingertips fly across piano keys in a way that makes them melt together into a symphony. He can breathe life into a school child's recorder that could charm a brewing storm and he can fit together words like a jigsaw to reveal a lyrical masterpiece worthy of the Louvre. Trust, Jihoon has no qualms over his musical competence.

But how is it that he struggles to find any combination of words suitable to the occasion? Why now does his brain falter when it thinks of ways to encompass just how much he loves you? Not a dictionary in the world would be adequate enough to measure that of which he feels.

Because what he feels for you could not possibly be contained to ink on paper, you're much too special for something as archaic as that. Everything about you is so breathtaking. An enigma he's simply been blessed to experience in this lifetime. Jihoon could carve your likeness into crystal under the moonlight and it wouldn't be nearly as mesmerizing as the real thing.

Jihoon believes you outshine even the brightest stars against a jet-black sky. He'd choose the ones in your eyes to stare at for hours over the Milky Way in a heartbeat. Your voice sings a sweeter melody than Apollo's harp on a warm summer day. One he wishes he could capture and play on a loop for all of eternity. If all of history's greatest composers put their minds to one piece, still, they could not conduct a symphony worthy of your essence.

And, oh, how you call his name has him hearing bells. You light a fire inside him like flint dragged across steel— like a bow across strings. Your hand fits into his palm like the bout of a violin and he can't get enough of the harmony you bring to his life. Just your presence alone grounds him in ways he never knew possible.

When he kisses your lips, Jihoon can taste a song so decedent it leaves him full for days. Soft and delicate touches that crescendo into passion personified pluck at the strings of his heart in the late hours. The feeling of his arms around your waist as you sleep provides an indomitable security. Your even breaths fan against his collarbone like a lullaby, easing him to sleep. Then, when he wakes, you're still there, greeting him like a songbird.

You are his muse, his life, and everything more.

Jihoon understands now why so many of history's greatest ballads are written for lovers. Because the human language is a fickle thing. Always changing, never quite perfect, unsatisfactory in the eyes of man. Music lives on for centuries beyond their composers. It is, by all definitions of the word, immortal. There will always be someone to enjoy its tune and pass it down for years to come.

A song is but a time capsule of the memories that brought it to life. And Jihoon is not a man selfish enough to deny future generations of your beauty. He would write a song a day if it meant cementing your memory in history.

If only he could find the words.

"Are you ready?" Seungcheol's deep voice pierces through the thin silence.

"Not at all." Jihoon inhales as deeply as he can in his suit that feels one away thread from being too tight, then exhales slowly. The parchment with his vows crinkles and folds at the bend between his fingers.

The words in his palm are no soliloquy, but his heart bled them with every ounce of love he could muster through shaky hands. And the gold band on his finger is a gentle reminder he has a lifetime to spend writing ballads in your honor. There are only two words he needs to worry about right now.

I do.

[lovelynim]

Mornings

Grand Chase - Ronan Erudon x Harpe Noir

A/N: Happy birthday, Harpe <3

Summary: Ronan needs to wake up Harpe to celebrate his birthday.

Word count: 1422

With the curtains closed, Harpe rested peacefully in the dusk. Laying on his stomach, the servant kept his arms wrapped around the pillow, comfortably sleeping without a worry in his mind. Since it was his birthday, the ms. Erudon had decided to give him a day off, insisting that he should take the day to spend time with his family, friends and not trying to fulfill any possible duties.

As much as it was hard for him to let go of work, Harpe knew how to enjoy a proper rest from his routine - sleeping till late, for example. As for his plans for later, if any, he would probably go on a stroll with his master and, for the night, probably eat dinner with his family.

Nothing really special, nothing really big, but simple things that would bring joy and ease to his heart. Just enough to make him happy.

knock knock knock

Almost enough.

Harpe pressed his eyes, trying to ignore the noise. Groaning quietly, he turned his back to the door, pulling the blankets over his shoulder.

“...Harpe, are you awake?”

A familiar voice from outside his bedroom asked. He sighed, knowing he shouldn’t leave Ronan, of all people, hanging, but…it shouldn’t be that bad if it was just for today, right?

As no answer came from him, Ronan gently pushed the door open, curiously peeking inside the room. The young master smiled, walking in on the tip of his toes and closing the door behind him as quietly as possible.

Leaning back into the door to admire the view, Ronan smiled seeing Harpe resting so peacefully, entangled in his mattress in a mess of his own, totally unlike the Harpe he knew on a daily basis.

As much as he wished he didn’t, Harpe was already aware of the presence of his young master in his bedroom. It was not like he was pretending to sleep, but rather trying to go back into it as soon as possible, not even bothering to greet Ronan at that moment. His pillow seemed like a much more interesting company.

Ronan squatted near the bed’s edge, tilting his head with a fond smile on his lips. “Harpe… are you awake?” He cooed, reaching for his uncovered foot and playfully stroking it, lightly tickling his servant’s sole.

Harpe’s eyes twitched as the tinglish feeling ran up his leg, the corner of his lips threatening to curl into a smile. Yet, sticking to his original idea, the servant simply pulled his leg away from Ronan’s touch, hiding himself under his blankets again.

“Ticklish, hm?” Ronan whispered teasingly, probably already seeing through Harpe’s intentions at that point, but still deciding to be a brat about it. “How very cute of you, Harpe…”

Hearing out an annoyed sigh coming from his servant, Ronan chuckled lightly as he got back up, placing his knee over the mattress, kicking off his shoes as he started to slowly crawl closer to Harpe.

Ronan placed his hand over one of Harpe’s legs, slowly moving it over the blankets, caressing his thighs, asscheek until he finally reached his waist, holding it firmly. “You can’t fool me, Harpe…”

“...you are insufferable sometimes, young master,” Harpe muttered back, still with his eyes closed. Hearing an amused chuckle from Ronan, he tried to ignore him as the younger lifted his touch from his body.

Harpe could barely react in time as his blankets were suddenly pushed aside, just frowning as he turned his back to Ronan, “...let me sleep, young master…”

“I have a whole day planned for you… and you want to sleep through half of it?” Ronan muttered, lowering his head as he placed a kiss on the middle of Harpe’s bareback, feeling his servant’s skin against the tip of his nose and cheeks. “...are you really ignoring me?” Ronan chuckled, moving his face up, kissing all the way to the back of Harpe’s neck. 

“For how long do you think you can hold this?” He whispered, closer to his servant’s ear this time, in a much more serious tone.Placing another kiss right below his ear, he grinned as he saw Harpe’s skin getting covered in goosebumps.

Harpe let out another sigh, this time, as if he was holding his breath from the very first kiss until the last one, shivering as Ronan teased him. “Young master…”

“Nah-ah… you know what I want,” Ronan chuckled, his lips still awfully close to Harpe’s ear. His breath made Harpe’s shoulder slightly scrunch up, a faint pink-ish shade spreading across his skin. “But I have to say… you seem incredibly sensitive today, Harpe, are you always like this when you wake up?” 

Ronan continued his monologue, now leaning behind Harpe and wrapping one hand around his servant’s body. His sultry, breathy voice was making Harpe lose it to the anticipation, clenching one of his hands into a fist as he tried to bear it.

Noticing how his words fell on deaf ears, Ronan used his hand to pull Harpe close to him. “Come on, don’t ignore me, Harpe…” he muttered, wiggling his fingers as he started to slowly tickle his servant’s stomach. “Har-pe ~”

Harpe whined quietly, feeling his lips starting to tremble as the urge to giggle was growing inside him. He tried to reach for Ronan’s hand and brush it off of his body, but his sleepy body slow moves weren’t even near enough to stop Ronan.

“Oh, is this working? Are you ticklish here too?” Ronan mused, circling Harpe’s navel with his fingers in an horribly ticklish fashion. “Answer me if you want me to stop, Harpe ~”

“Hmmph… R-Rohonan…” Harpe giggled tiredly, not able to hold a smile from forming on his lips.

“Yes, Harpe? What is it? Do you have… something to say? Hmm… no? Then..” He cooed back, now slowly dragging his nails over Harpe’s sides and waist, even blowing some warm air close to his ear. “Tickle tickle tickle… ~”

“Plehehease… aha, nohoho.. ” Harpe whined, feeling how the tickling was slowly pulling him away from his sleep, forcing him to wake up as it was growing more and more. This was so childish, so silly, yet so likely of his bratty young master. 

Despite his sleepy and lazy pleas, Ronan didn’t stop. Moving his hands all around at that same slow, teasing pace, playing with each and every one of his servant’s nerves, letting the ticklish sensation pester him as much as it could.

At some point, after some more strokes, Harpe finally seemed to crack. Unable to resist any further, his laughter poured out from his lips as he weakly held Ronan’s arm by his wrist, trying to pry it off his middrif. “O-ohohokay, ahahah… I-I’m ahahawake, Ronan!” He mweled, pressing his eyes shut as a bright, large smile formed on his lips. 

Harpe tried to turn around, to face his master once for all, but Ronan’s embrace kept him in place, at the mercy of his ticklish touch while he refused to let go. “Ah, took you long enough, huh?” He chuckled along with his servant, kissing his cheek as he moved his hand a little higher, tickling him right over his lower ribs. “Did you sleep well, Harpe?”

“Ahahah, n-no mohohore, Ronan!” Harpe laughed, not even bothering himself with that question as the tickling was taking the best of him. He started squirming a little more now, panicking as he couldn’t get a proper hold of his master’s hand anymore, being left with pressing his arm down to try to protect his sensitive self.

The Erudon’s master chuckled, amusing himself with his servant’s reactions for a couple more seconds before giving him the oh-so-requested break. “Heh, are you mad at me?” Ronan muttered, without a drop of regret in his voice.

“N-no, young master, I can’t get mad at you… even with you pestering me on my day off.”

“Well, I have a good reason,” Ronan said, sitting back up and waiting for Harpe to do the same. Before Harpe could complain any further, Ronan wrapped his arms around him into a tight hug. “Happy birthday, Harpe,” he whispered, holding him tightly.

“...thank you, Ronan,” Harpe said, hugging his master back, pressing his face into Ronan’s shoulder. After a few seconds, he lifted his face, looking to his master with a raised eyebrow. “Are you… wearing perfume?”

“I told you I had plans for you, didn’t I?” Ronan chuckled, giving Harpe’s lips a quick kiss before resume speaking. “Go get ready, we have a lot to do today.”

[nightdiary]

first dates with enhypen

word count: 5.4k genre: fluff, gender neutral reader, suggestive bits in jake's and hoon's but nothing too crazy imo author's note: been wanting to write more for enha so this was born... i am down bad for all of them i fear ): also it was almost too easy to get carried away in some spots but i didn't! i'm thinking of making more specific and individual bf posts for each of the members... saving my juicier ideas for then 🤍 as always, feedback is appreciated greatly<3!!!

✧ heeseung - tinder date

you have a routine with all of your tinder dates. after three months on the app, you’d learned how to cycle through the guys quick enough so as not to waste a minute on someone who you didn’t see fitting into your life.

there are three stages to the cycle: one, they had to pass the initial profile check. simple enough, and yet most failed right at the beginning. half-naked photo holding a fish? swipe left. in a douche-baggy frat you’d never heard of? swipe left. 27, not sure what he’s looking for, and republican? hard swipe left.

the second and third stages took the longest, but that’s when the disappointment came in. after a few days of texting, the inevitable message about meeting in person would come. if the guy seemed normal enough, you’d agree, and finally meet. you’d build up the moment in your head and pick out a cute outfit and dance excitedly in your room beforehand, going through the possible conversation starters you could use if it got awkward.

you’d sit through a date with them and wait to be asked questions, wait for them to express some sort of interest in you as a person, but it would never come. instead, you would sit and listen to them harp about themselves for hours. every time, without fail, it was almost as if they didn’t care enough that you were there.

then, they’d presumptuously ask if you wanted to come home with them and, well, your decision couldn’t be clearer.

as much as you hated generalizing, the men from your tinder dates were proving to be pretty shit. they looked good on paper, but when it came down to dating you, they fucking sucked. and you were beginning to lose hope.

you’d sworn that you would take on one last date before deleting the forsaken app. lee heeseung is everything you’re looking for in a man, and you think it’s a wonder he matched with you instantly. the texts you exchange pass your perception of normal, and before you know it, he’s proposing you meet up at a japanese restaurant downtown.

you find yourself sitting across from a man you think god sent as an apology for all of the other 4 billion and some men.

“you are suspiciously perfect,” you frown, squinting at your date across the table. “like it’s weirding me out. what is wrong with you, lee heeseung?”

“quite a lot actually,” he jokes, “but my mom says i’m a good boy. i’d trust her, if i were you.”

snorting, you reach to snatch the last dumpling with your chopsticks. heeseung’s grab the dumpling before yours do, but he’s quick to place it onto your plate and tell you he’ll order more. as he politely calls the waitress over and thanks her when she brings over a new plate of dumplings, you can’t help but think you’re fucked. either your standards are low, or heeseung is just one remarkable man.

but as the afternoon progresses, you begin to lean towards the latter. heeseung takes a genuine interest in your hobbies and work, asking you thought-provoking and personal questions that don’t toe the line of being intrusive and passive-aggressive. you realize that this is the first date you’ve been on where you’ve talked so much, and it feels so weird to not spend the entirety of your date looking forward to going home.

“i think i’ve found out what’s wrong with you,” you tell him once both of you are standing outside of the restaurant. heeseung had paid for the bill no questions asked, and when you’d gotten up to shrug your coat on, you realized with a start that the sky outside was pitch black.

as heeseung hums unassumingly and fixes you with a questioning look, you grin and say, “you hate mint chocolate. you’re a walking red flag, lee heeseung.”

your date bursts out into laughter and shakes his head. the wide smile stays on his face as he offers his arm to you, bringing you close to his side when you take it. “fine, you’ve got me there. can i at least walk you to your bus stop before you block me?”

you pretend to think about it, tapping your chin with your forefinger, before sighing and agreeing with a matching smile. your walk to the stop takes you through a busy central street that’s alive in the early evening, and you can’t help but press yourself closer to heeseung. he steers the two of you through the crowds with relative ease, and you somehow manage not to bump into anyone for the entirety of the walk, all thanks to him.

as you sit on the bench together and wait for your bus to show up, you use the cold as an excuse to huddle up to heeseung’s side. he laughs again, a lilting noise that tugs at your heartstrings, and you quickly realize you’ve gotten yourself in far too deep from the first date.

you have to move off his shoulder when he begins taking his jacket off. confused, you watch as he drapes the material over your back and urges you to slip your arms in through the sleeves so he can zip it up. you notice your bus rolling up to the curb and panic, turning to heeseung with a frown.

“don’t worry about it,” he reassures you. kissing your cheek sweetly, he helps you get up and walks you toward the bus door. “you have to walk home from the bus, i don’t want you getting cold. just give it to me on our next date, yeah?”

stunned, you nod shyly and step into the bus. as you scan your card and take a seat next to the window, you peer outside and grin when you find heeseung waiting to wave goodbye. he’s a bit blurry because the glass has fogged up from the heat, but you can make out the way his face softens when you trace a heart into the window.

with the promise of a second date and heeseung’s cozy coat on your shoulders, you begin making your way home, feeling oddly warm and thrilled beyond belief.

maybe tinder had finally worked out in your favor. you’d make sure to leave a 5 star review when you got home.

✧ jay - rollerskating rink

for what it’s worth, you weren’t the one that chose the location for your first date.

you’d left the decision up to jay, who, in all of his dependable glory, seemed to have chosen the worst possible location– at least for him.

“jay?” you call to the panting boy behind you. “are you sure you’re okay? we can always go sit down for a bit and come back later.”

your date shakes his head adamantly and pushes himself forward using the railing, scrunching his eyes shut like he’s anticipating another fall. he looks awfully adorable in the hot pink skates that the rink had lent him, even if he’s faring worse than a newborn deer with them on. the juxtaposition of his carefully crafted and sophisticated outfit with the cartoonish design of the skates is oddly endearing to you.

“wow, i really thought this looked harder than it actually was,” jay pauses by the railing, leaning down to rub at his ankle with a pained expression. “these skates are beating my ass.”

“why’d you choose this place if you’ve never been rollerskating before?” you can’t help but ask.

“okay, don’t laugh,” jay warns, avoiding your curious eyes. his cheeks are all red as he continues to massage his ankle, and you doubt it’s entirely because he’s exhausted from skating. “your best friend told me you like to come here a lot, but that you never have someone to go with. figured i’d be that person for you, even if i suck a lot.”

the thought of jay willingly sacrificing his comfort and the wellbeing of his ankles for you makes you feel warm all over. you help him stand up and regain his balance without relying on the rail, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek as encouragement. poor unsuspecting jay crumbles down immediately after, clutching onto the rail for support. you can’t help but laugh, though it isn’t unkind.

“just know i appreciate all of your sacrifices,” you tell him. offering your hand, you pull him up and continue to hold on to him as you lightly push backwards with your skates. “we can go slow, i’ll teach you some basic moves to get you moving around on your own.”

jay gulps but nods nonetheless, staggering forward after you. it’s relatively easy to keep him upright when you’re going at such a slow pace, his soft hands encased between the firm fingers of your own. you throw a look over your shoulder every now and then to make sure you don’t run into anyone, but the rink’s empty enough at this hour that you have enough space to move about freely with jay attached to you.

“bend your knees a little– yeah, that’s good, now glide forward one foot at a time, lean into your strides a bit,” you instruct, gaze focused on your date’s wobbly legs. the tight fitting jeans he’d worn are admittedly hot, but you feel a bit guilty thinking about jay’s thighs while he’s trying not to break the bones in them.

as soon as jay gets the basic motions down, you switch to skating side by side with him, your linked hands suspended between the two of you. he’s still slow and careful with his movements, but you can tell he’s fallen into a rhythm that works for him. you don’t mind having to inch your way across the rink with him. if anything, it’s nice having him by your side.

“i think this was just a big ploy to get me to hold your hand,” you tease.

jay flushes and, very tellingly, doesn’t say a word.

snickering, you begin to swing your hands between your bodies. jay’s hand is big and warm, and you don’t want to let go soon. “you should know i would’ve held your hand anyway. next time, let’s hold hands at a place that won’t break your tailbone.”

✧ jake - bowling

“you know what they say about men and bowling?” 

“no, jake,” you deadpan. you knew exactly where this was going, and yet you still decide to give jake the satisfaction. something about being a good date, even if jake has always been a friend you’d teased first and foremost. “what do they say?”

“they’re either good in bed or at bowling,” jake steps back from the lane and looks over his shoulder to wink at you. his arm swings back an exaggerated amount as he walks toward the foul line, sending the ball rolling onto the wood with zero coordination. it immediately goes towards the gutter. “these are mutually exclusive, scientifically proven.”

but in all of jake’s infinite luck, the ball veers towards the middle at the very last minute, hitting the front-most pin and knocking down the rest in succession. above you, the screen plays a cute animation of bowling pins running away from the ball, only to be smothered with a large neon text spelling out STRIKE! in bold letters.

“oh this is so bad for you,” you bite back the urge to laugh. jake’s mortified face turns towards you and you almost lose it at the sight of his heartbroken expression. “you’ve got another turn, by the way. let’s see if you can get a double, babe.”

jake’s next ball ends up in the gutter and he cheers loudly, earning him very confused looks from the kids in the lane next to you. one of them offers their dinosaur bowling ramp to help jake out, but he kindly turns them down and tells them he’s trying to let you win.

unfortunately for the both of you, you don’t hold up too great score-wise either. even with your one lucky spare and otherwise average abilities, jake ends up winning by 20 whole points, a feat he doesn’t seem too keen on celebrating. the light in your lane turns off after the round is over, and jake proposes you two get some well-deserved food.

“do you think this is a lame date?” he asks you once you’ve sat down at one of the plastic benches. you instantly frown at the question and reach out to spear a handful of fries with your fragile plastic fork.

“don’t worry, i think it’s sexy when men are good at sports,” you reassure him, “also it’s cute that you wanted to let me win. and that you bought me loaded fries with extra cheese. it’s super romantic.”

jake snorts, but you notice how his shoulders visibly relax at your words. navigating your friendship-turned-something-bigger was harder than you’d anticipated it would be, and acknowledging your reciprocated feelings was proving to be the easiest part.

you knew that jake was equally on edge about fucking this whole thing up. there was a lot more at stake here than with someone you hadn’t known for years prior. you were afraid of diving headfirst into something that could potentially rip away an important part of you, afraid that one wrong move would send jake tumbling out of your life. you had cherished him long before you had realized you loved him differently.

but as you watch jake chew through a forkful of fries, you realize that there’s nothing complicated about this. things have always been simple with him, and they’ll continue to be no matter if you’re dating or not.

“cmon, next round is on me,” you stand up and wipe the last of the cheese from your mouth. “if you can beat me again, i’ll consider letting you prove that silly bowling theory wrong to me.”

the speed at which jake gets up is dizzying. he’s at the counter paying before you can even catch up to him, sliding a few bills over to the employee and turning to you with a playful grin. “we’re at lane 7, babe. go get warmed up.”

✧ sunghoon - laser tag

your heart is racing so fast you can feel it in your head. clutching the plastic gun to your chest, you press yourself closer to the wall and still your breathing. the red light on your heavy vest has stopped blinking, meaning you’d recovered from the last hit, but you know you can’t risk running just yet.

the undeniable sound of footsteps creeping closer makes you inch toward the corner of the wall, where you know sunghoon is waiting for you. you bite your lip and tense your finger on the trigger, peering over the bricks that are obscuring your vision.

surely enough, even in the darkness of the laser tag arena, you can make out sunghoon’s determined face. he’s crouched down behind a beat-up car, wearily scanning the area. most likely looking for you, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction just yet.

the blue on his vest has dimmed down– you’d hit him several times earlier and knew this was probably one of his last lives left. your own indicator showed that your lives were also running low, and based on how exhausted you felt, you knew you couldn’t have much time left from the round. you had to move in soon, or risk tying with sunghoon.

in your case, you thought that would be worse than losing.

taking a deep breath, you lift your gun and peer around the corner one more time, and in the split second it takes for sunghoon to notice you, you manage to send a shot straight at his vest. but the light on his vest doesn’t budge, and as you realize you had horribly misaimed, your date takes the opportunity to aim at you properly.

your vest makes a video game-like noise of defeat and you feel your gun power down. you know you have to hide for the next minute to let it recharge, but as you spin around and try to figure out where to run toward, you notice sunghoon already closing in.

“such a shame,” he drawls, holding up his gun with a smirk. you frown, backing up until you feel your shoulders hit a concrete wall. sunghoon’s voice is quiet enough not to draw attention from your teammates, but it sends shivers down your spine nonetheless. “thought you’d finally beat me this round. what happened, babe?”

“i still have one more life left, don’t get all cocky.” you mumble, shaking your gun frustratedly. the minute needed to pass by quicker.

looking over his shoulder, you realize with a frown that you’re in quite possibly the most secluded part of the arena. there’s no hope calling out for help or trying to make a run for it.

sunghoon squints down at your indicator and moves in even closer. you feel your breath quicken when the front of his vest hits yours, and you’re left caged in to stare up defiantly at him. he’s grinning at you like he’s already won.

“i’m not going to let you win,” you lean in toward him and whisper. sunghoon’s eyes flit toward your lips, and you try not to think about throwing your chances out the window and kissing him.

“you don’t have anywhere to run,” he places a hand next to your head on the wall, and to really drive the point home, you feel him press the muzzle of his gun against your side, where you know your sensor is. you’re pretty certain he can hear how fast your heart’s beating, and it makes you flush red from embarrassment. “you ready to admit defeat yet? or are you going to keep being stubborn?”

there’s no reason you should feel this lightheaded, but sunghoon’s so, so close to you that you can’t think properly. he’s practically pressed up against you, warm and solid and he’s barely a few centimeters away, and if you lean in just a bit more, you’ll be able to kiss him.

so that’s what you do.

“sure,” you say simply, and lean up to softly brush your lips against his. you grab at his neck with your free hand, bringing him flush against you so that you can fully slot your mouth with his. he’s surprised– you can tell from the way his gun clatters loudly to the floor next to you, and you try not to smile into the kiss.

seconds later, you distantly hear your gun make a familiar rebooting sound. you hold sunghoon firmly against you as you blindly aim your gun toward the sensor on his side, and with one last peck to the side of his mouth, you pull the trigger.

sunghoon’s vest goes dark. you don’t think he registers this, though, because he stares at you wide-eyed and adorably confused as you pull back from the kiss.

“i win,” you tease, and your date blinks down at his indicator.

“you win,” sunghoon affirms quietly. conveniently, the overhead lights turn on as the round draws to a close, and you can’t help but notice the way he’s reddened all over.

“victory kiss?”

✧ sunoo - picnic

ten minutes into your date with sunoo, you make the most devastating observation ever: sunoo has freckles.

they’re visible for only seconds at time, when the sun hits his face at just the right angle, but it still makes your breath catch in your throat every time you see them. they’re littered across his face like miniature stars, dipping across his cheeks in multitudes and scattering off toward his temples and brow bones.

your hands itch to reach out and trace them.

“–and then once we finally got to the place, it turned out to be super cute and they had some of the best lemonade i’ve ever had.” sunoo’s voice slowly trickles back into your ears, and you blink the world into focus once again.

you find your date looking at you with crinkled eyes, studying your features with amusement. almost like he knows exactly what’s been going through your mind.

“sorry,” you laugh sheepishly, reaching out to grab another chocolate-covered strawberry. sunoo had made them himself for the occasion, that much he’d eagerly disclosed within the first few minutes of the date, and you had found it too endearing for your poor heart. “i got distracted. what was this place called again?”

"auntie lim’s diner,” he answers slowly, smirking when you nod off-handedly. “hey, what’s on your mind?”

“lemonade,” you respond just a bit too quickly, face blanching when sunoo’s grin grows impossibly wider. whining and covering yourself with your hands, you try not to focus on the way his melodic laughter rings out like bells.

“lemonade, huh?” sunoo’s teasing is light-hearted, but that doesn’t stop your heart from leaping up into your throat. “was there some on my face? because you’ve been staring an awful lot for the past few minutes.”

groaning, you duck your head and try to focus on finishing your strawberry. you can feel the heat rise from your cheeks to your ears though, and are certain sunoo’s made note of this when he giggles and leans forward to get a better look at you.

“you’ve got freckles,” you mumble, picking at the leaves of the strawberry. when sunoo doesn’t respond for a while, you look up and bravely gesture toward his cheeks, pointing at where you’d seen the aforementioned spots with a shaky finger. “and like– it’s super cute. you’re super cute. but it caught me off-guard so, like. yeah. sorry for staring.”

sunoo hums. you can feel his eyes roving through your face, but you immediately look away once they finally meet yours. then, you feel something warm encasing your hand, and nearly jerk in surprise when your fingers come to brush against the soft skin of sunoo’s face moments later.

“don’t apologize,” he mumbles, leading your hand down the side of his cheek, where you’d pointed just seconds ago. “i’m really flattered you noticed. and you don’t have to be shy about stuff like this, i’d honestly be a bit worried if we were on a date and you didn’t find me attractive.”

reveling at the supple skin beneath your fingertips, you feel the weight ease off of your chest almost instantly. despite having known each other for a limited amount of time, sunoo’s come to be quick at recognizing when you feel out of place or uncomfortable, and he’s become too good at easing you back into safe waters. he’s too good to you.

“don’t get ahead of yourself,” you tease back instead, unable to handle the growing wave of emotions in you. “i only said your freckles were cute.”

sunoo looks up at you through his lashes, and your hand freezes where it’s fallen by his chin. flitting your eyes downwards, you watch his rosy lips part, almost like they want to voice your hidden intentions. gulping, you subconsciously feel yourself draw in closer, until you can feel his breath wash out against your cheeks like water on shore.

your heartbeat’s in your ears and sunoo’s pretty mouth is right there. glancing back up at his eyes, you notice that he’s also looking down at your lips, tracing the minuscule movement of your tongue peeking out to wet them.

he’s so close. you can almost just lean in a bit and–

“yeah? so then my second date invitation to auntie lim’s diner has been rejected?”

pausing, your eyes widen as you stare back at sunoo in bewilderment. he’s grinning at you slyly, the edges of his eyes crinkling with laughter as his whole body shakes with amusement. you can’t help the string of giggles that bubble out of you almost like second nature. it’s nice, you think, having someone like sunoo to laugh with.

“i mean, i guess i’ll have to try this lemonade you speak so highly of."

✧ jungwon - boba place

in retrospect, choosing a first date location for you and a total stranger was easier than you thought it would be. yang jungwon, as your best friend had briefly introduced him to you, seemed simple enough to enjoy normal things. you already had a place in mind before your friend showed you his photos, but you really couldn’t help it once you laid eyes on him.

“has anyone told you your eyes look like tapioca pearls?”

jungwon’s cat-like features curl in amusement and he pops his lips off of the boba straw. he chews through his last gulp, wiping at the droplet of milk tea that had trickled out onto his bottom lip. you follow the movement with your eyes, coughing when you absentmindedly swallow a pearl without chewing it fully.

“no, but should i take that as a compliment?” jungwon asks, passing you a napkin.

you take it and wipe at your own mouth, cheeks growing red out of embarrassment. “yeah. but now that i think about it, it does sound kind of weird. i don’t want to eat your eyes, i promise.”

jungwon laughs, mouth pulling into an endearingly wide grin. okay, your friend had definitely undersold him. jungwon was cute as fuck.

“why’d you choose a boba place, anyway?” he continues, fiddling with the cup in his hold. he’d finished his drink surprisingly fast, and you have half a mind to offer him some of your own. “not that i don’t like it. great choice, honestly. but why?”

you shrug. “the atmosphere is nice. and if you’re going to go on a date with someone you don’t know that much, might as well go somewhere you can talk. it would be pretty awkward to watch a movie with a stranger, don’t you think?”

jungwon nods seriously, hair bouncing along with his movements. “your friend was right about you being smart.”

“yeah?” now that you thought about it, you hadn’t considered how your best friend had sold you to jungwon. given that he’d agreed, you figured it must’ve been pretty alright. that, and the fact that it was your beloved best friend in question, you had no doubt you were probably oversold, if anything.

still, there was a nagging curiosity in your head that you couldn’t ignore. “what else was my friend right about?”

“that you’re easy to talk to, and that i’d feel comfortable around you,” jungwon muses, glancing down as he traces the rim of his plastic cup. he seems to be mulling over his next words carefully, lips twisted into a cute pout. “they also said that you were pretty. the photos they showed me really were great, but you’re even better in person. not that looks are the most important thing but, y’know. you’re a package deal, basically.”

you feel the way your ears burn red from his words, and you stutter your way through a shocked thank you. jungwon grins knowingly, but doesn’t comment on it further. instead, he asks you if you want to share one of the cake slices in the display window that you were eyeing earlier. you try not to look too eager as you nod, choosing to ignore jungwon’s mumble of cute as he walks away. for your well-being, of course.

jungwon returns with a slice of red velvet and two forks in hand. he waits for you to take the first bite before sinking his own fork into the cake. “your turn. what’d your friend tell you about me?”

you know you have to word your answer carefully, or else you worry you’ll come off as a weirdo. jungwon’s too good to chase off just yet, and you haven’t had this much luck with a date in a long while. or ever, you think.

“my friend told me that the most important things about you were that you’re a psychology major and that you look like that one campus cat,” you trail off, unsure, “charles? was that his name?”

jungwon barely manages to set his fork down before he’s bursting into laughter. you would think you’d said something wrong but his entire face is crinkled with amuse and you can’t help but join in on the giggling, ignoring the glaring teenagers from the table over.

“charlie, yes, of course i know him,” jungwon manages to squeeze in between giggles, “oh my god, i didn’t know people outside of my friend group knew about this joke."

“so you’re the cat that’s always hanging around the quad,” you say, dead-serious, and jungwon meows cutely as if to agree with you.

“okay, so,” he puts his hand up and begins listing off on his fingers, “i look like a boba ball, the infamous cat on our campus, and what else?”

“my next boyfriend,” you say before you can stop yourself, and you slap a hand over your mouth in surprise as your cheeks color in embarrassment.

jungwon grins. “that can be arranged.”

✧ niki - arcade

“okay, now i’m actually convinced you’re cheating,” niki whines loudly, letting go of the controller and slumping back in his seat with a pout.

the game you’ve been going at for the past half hour– a car racing game set in an alternate reality– dramatically replays the moment your character crossed the finish line and won. the stark contrast of the accompanying confetti on the screen next to niki’s misery makes you giggle, and you reach out to slip the tickets that the machine spits out into your backpack.

“will you feel better if i get you something with these?” shaking a strand of tickets enticingly, you watch as your date immediately sits up and abandons his sulking to nod at you eagerly.

the teenager working the prize desk looks at the two of you with such a deadpan expression you nearly mistake him for a robot. gathering your pile of tickets onto the counter, you look up at the various different stuffed animals and boxes on display, frowning once you notice the ticket prices taped onto them, denoted with far too many zeroes for your liking. almost like inflation’s gotten to the arcades as well.

“see anything you like?” you turn to niki, brushing your shoulder against his.

you watch him survey the different rows, expression growing grim once he comes to the same exact realization as you.

“um,” it’s almost comical how you can hear the frown in his voice. “actually nevermind, these prizes are crazy. holy shit, three thousand tickets for a snorlax plushie?”

“right!” you nod, ducking your head and stifling your laughter when the employee sighs out loudly.

with your meager six hundred and thirty-seven tickets, you and niki manage to get a handful of smaller, yet arguably better things: a sticky frog, two chinese finger traps, a whistle that sounds like duck quacks, and three boxes of different pocky flavors.

“i had no idea that coconut pocky existed,” you mumble in awe, reaching into the packet to draw out another stick. you observe it under the fading sunlight, popping it into your mouth with a happy hum.

after you and niki had spent your fortune of tickets, you’d decided to take your business elsewhere (or, alternatively: leave before the employee ended up kicking you out). you found yourselves on a bench right outside of said establishment, going through each of the prizes that you’d tucked away into your backpack.

“me neither, but i really like ‘em. here, have some of the mango ones,” niki holds out a second box towards you, and you eagerly reach in to pull out some of the sticks. 

the sun’s begun to descend down the horizon, and you realize with a start that you’d managed to spend the entire day in the arcade with niki. the date seems to be drawing to an inevitable end, much to your disappointment, but you can’t help and savor the warm feeling that the day has left you with.

“it’s getting dark,” niki seems to read your thoughts. you hear shuffling and turn to see him stand up and collect his belongings, reaching out to offer his hand to you once he’s done. “i should walk you to your bus stop.”

staring up at him, you blurt, “do you want to go get a proper dinner instead?”

the words rush out of you before you can think, but no matter your shyness, you’re glad you’ve said them. niki’s surprised expression quickly morphs into something gentler, and he nods almost like he’s relieved. “oh thank god, i didn’t want to go home yet either.”

laughing, you take his hand and stand up from the bench you’d been sharing for the past hour. but even after he helps you up, niki doesn’t let go of your hand, instead threading his fingers through yours to hold you more comfortably.

you don’t say anything, but when niki looks over at you to make sure it’s okay, you smile at him brightly.

“so– fried chicken?”

[lionmythflower]

The stoll brothers hcs

Travis can tell when ppl are lying

Connor is quieter and less trusting than Travis

Travis is faster than Connor

Connor is better at unlocking stuff

They can both speak sooooo many languages

They're both rlly rlly smart they js don't act like it

Connor's hair is always at least a little bit longer than travis'

Travis is taller than Connor but u can't tell unless they're right next to each other

Travis gets hurt more (mainly bc he tries to keep Connor safe a lot and would literally take an arrow for him (and has, Connor yelled at him for it))

they have their ears pierced. They don't wear earrings often but they lost a bet to sm1 in the Aphrodite cabin so they had to get their ears pierced (drew complained for a week abt the fact that "their shouldn't be able to look that good with earrings this was supposed to be a coincidence not a chance for them to look so fucking fashionable)

Connor is actually pretty good friends w Drew

They were rlly good friends w Lee and Michael and Connor sobbed when they died when him and Travis were alone (Travis did too but only after Connor fell asleep)

connor doesn't trust as easy as Travis so it took him so long to trust Chris again after he came back from the labyrinth and wasn't crazy anymore (Travis immediately trusted Chris after he confirmed that he wasn't working w luke anymore)

Lee tried to reach Connor to bake but Lee is terrible at cooking and baking (and his mother is like never around so literally no one knows how he didn't starve when he wasn't at camp) so they had to ask Chris and Selina to help them and then they made cupcakes with their help (chris' mom taught him how to bake and Selina used to help out at her dad's bakery)

Chris knew Connor had forgiven him when he came back to cabin 11 one day and there was a cupcake on his bed in a little cupcake box w a note that said "from Connor"

Travis and Connor were homeless for a while before an older demigod (probably luke or sm1) found them

Annabeth is actually good friends with them and when she first met them she didn't believe that they weren't twins

Lee taught Connor to play the lyre/harp

lee taught Travis how to play the trombone

Michael helped them with archery

Beckendorf would make locks for Connor to try and unlock

they love playing pranks for revenge lol

they also play a lot of pranks w Percy

They were rlly trying to be there for Nico while his sister and Percy was on a quest and we're rlly nervous for him when he left (bc he hadn't even been claimed let)

absolute menaces. They will prank the shit out of u and then get u the most expensive gift they can find for her bday

clarrise pretends like she hates them but she rlly doesn't

Their friends w Malcolm, one of annabeth's half-brothers bc Malcolm is yearround and annabeth always drags him into 2v2 competition w the stolls lol

Some ppl get annoyed w the stolls bc they're not "responsible enough" to be cabin leaders but they're only rlly cabin leaders bc luke and a bunch of the other older hermes kids left so Travis ended up being the oldest in the cabin so he was literally forced into leadership while he was like 12-14 (and then he decided to co-lead w connor)(the same thing happened to will after Lee and Micheal and a lot of the older apollo kids died in the titan battle)

On that happy note that's all the hcs I can think of :)

I'll probably make a part 2 :))

[yeahspider]

CHIHIRO

Ve’s note - HELLOOOOOO !! it’s been so long since i’ve posted anything but life has been :/ but im back !! hope you like this lil lee know work . not proofread ofc but will be eventually !! enjoy ilysm my bees <3

tw- mentions of abuse / alcohol / sex . nsfw . mc is self destructive . i think that’s it !

the finger tip like bruises on your hips wouldn’t disappear anytime soon . you don’t understand why you let them mark you up like this . lost in the moment you let your one nights so whatever sounds right at the moment . regret filling your stomach . the random stall in the club bathroom abandoned except for you . you really shouldn’t have drank so much . but the way life is handling you lately most people would do worse .

staring up at the fluorescent lights , watching as stars dance across your vision you feel your phone vibrate . a spark of pride fiddles through system , you usually lose track of it at this point of your night .

i’m coming to get you

oh right . you forgot that he had your location . lee minho , your favorite ex to say the least . although you doubt he would say the same .

five minutes out

the time of your screen read 4 am . how long have you been in this stall . time was escaping you at the moment . you needed to pull yourself together . the thought of facing minho sobering you up a bit . patting down your body making sure you leave with everything you came with . phone , lipgloss , id card . check . unlocking the stall you didn’t stop the check your appearance in the mirror , knowing you wouldn’t recognize the person staring back .

your eyes strain as they adjust to the dark lighting of the club . you push down the urge to get another drink as you walk outside . and of course he’s already parked on the curb . waiting for you . he’s eyes unreadable to most but you recognize the look in them . he’s scanning your figure for injury . eyes locking on the bruises on your hips . minho beckons your forward as he leans on the passenger side of his car .

standing eye to eye with him was never intimidating before . but now with the distance that was between you it was hard holding contact . you felt the pad of his thumb glazing over one of the bruises , tracing it almost . watching as you winced a little in pain . he didn’t even have to speak and you heard the message . you have to be more careful .

cmon let’s go home .

home ? was it even your home anymore ? minho’s apartment was yours for awhile . before your life fell apart . before your separated your life for his . you were sparing him . sparing him from you and the pain you drag along . harping over your body like a vulture .

the drive back home- to minhos apartment was silent . as most rides with him home . your head pressed up shading the window staring at the city lights . you noticed he took a detour from his usual route . but it didn’t concern you . you trusted him completely . whatever would happen was meant to be . for better or worse .

he drove over the bridge speeding up as he went . streets deserted . it was just you and him and the stars . minho rolled the window down . he knows you better than you know yourself . an adrenaline junkie looking for a high . you stuck your head out the window wind shopping your hair all kinds of ways . bathing in the light of the street lamps . the cool night air rendering your spirit . you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else . you feel minho putting a hand on your leg . grasping it just in case . he was always pulling you back up to the surface ,dragging you back from the edge . he was your anchor your saving grace . for better or worse . he would always be there holding on to your like the line of a kite .

[nevermorgue]

Nevermore the Musical Concepts PART 3

I'm picturing how some of the character's solos/more personalized songs would sound. Firstly, I imagine the majority of the musical to be in minor keys. Major keys sound a bit too happy/not as catchy. Everything being in a minor key gives it a more eerie vibe, reminding us that everyone is dead. Maybe at one point one song is in a major key to throw off the overall sound. Maybe Merry and Mourn prefer major chords, or Montresor switches between the two to emphasize how he is "not like the rest of them". Imagine Eulalie's using the sounds of traditional Japanese instruments such as the shamisen, the koto, and the shakuhachi to name a few. The notes blend together, nice and soft like lullabies with eerie vocal scoops and enka sounds. Her melody occasionally is a nod to the Itsuki lullaby, the one she sang to the children before dying. Some of the notes repeat themselves throughout her vocals depending on the song/lyric choice. Berenice has a jazzy, faster paced influence. Her voice is rough, scooping and using vibrato as much as she can. I'm sure her vocal growls are fantastic too. I think her and Eulalie singing as a pair during the Ring the Bell song could be a really nice blend between a fast paced, jazzy percussion and softer tones of Japanese instruments. And do not even get me started on Will. He matches vocal style with whoever he is singing with. Most of his parts have a country sort of twang to them as a nod to Montresor, but he doesn't get anything unique on his own. The other characters' instrumental styles blend together and he just sings on top of it, contributing nothing special to the song. If he did get a song on his own (A lament of some sort, questioning his friendship with Montresor) I would assume it would start more country rock sort of vibe in reference to Monty, but slowly goes into something a bit more unique; classic rock. Classic rock with light guitars and a beat that feels much more upbeat, rather than the creepy/catchy vibe that Nevermore songs give. Not only is he "breaking away" from his previous manipulation, but in a way he's also stepping up as he too is now performing in a major key, which the other proper antagonists do. Annabel Lee and Prospero match each other a lot. Classical strings and a LOT of harpsichord usage. For Annabel Lee I specifically think of "ANTI THE HOLIC" by cosMo@Bousou-p in terms of vibes. Just imagine something fast paced and classical, matching her energy. Prospero I picture in a similar light, slower but still with the same elements of classical instruments pushing his voice forward and making them come across as ethereal; in charge. "Gothic and Loneliness" by Narushima Takashi has a fantastic instrumental that I envision a lot of the songs to have a similar vibe to. Fast paced but still classical and orchestral. The hints of electric sounds being nods to more modern characters. It all depends on who is singing and what the song is. Ada has a similar thing to Will where her instrumentals try to copy Annabel's but always seem to be missing something whether it be another instrument or a note goes up instead of down. Almost there, but not quite right. Morella having a Celtic influence and plenty of harp and violin. Imagine the other voices drowning her out, leaving her trapped in between a mess of voices and unable to choose what melody to sing along to, so she shakily creates her own. And lastly to end off for now, Duke is the only baritone in the misfits and tends to be the support, the foundation when they are all together. Lenore balances out in Alto, keeping the higher voices grounded with mainly harmonies and the occasional melody line. Normally, the main character sings melody always, but I think when all of the misfits sing together her going to harmonize makes more sense. She is the backbone; the one keeping them all together. Pluto is a tenor, Berenice is a mezzo, and Eulalie is a soprano. Morella is also a soprano, and she and Eula tend to harmonize a bit in group songs.

[queen-of-the-grapefruits]

I just need to say that even though I keep harping on the need for more mental health professionals at aguefort and how jawbone never should have continued being Kipperlillys counselor/therapist and instead referred her to someone else, I am also aware of that fact that this situation was likely a result if Brennan lee Muligan just not knowing the ethics and specifics that go into being a counselor or therapist.

In my intro to counseling class, one of the first things we were told is that you should never provide therapy for someone you know as you can't be objective. There is a huge importance on being objective, but it wouldn't be hard for someone not specifically learning or involved with counseling and mental health to not realize this. There is a huge trope of counselors and therapists, etc, using those skills on their family and friends, which would influence anyone not in the space to think that it is Normal and ok. (Ex. Jazz from danny Phantom. So many fanfics and posts I read involve either jazz directly being family/friends therapist or just casually therapizing them in everyday life. In dc x dp, there is almost always a mention of jazz using her psychology and counseling knowledge on the batfam.)

In conclusion I don't mean to imply that jawbone is bad for not referring her to someone else and not being an effective counselor for her.