#like how leather jacket he was only like that bc he was new to freedom bit s3

[hibiscussoupbowl]

[acewitch-writes]

Hello! I recently found your account, and I went on scrolling down and down...and now I hope you know how grateful I am. Thank u- Merci. About 90% of the content you share here has made me feel so much better. I realllyy hope wonderful things happen for you. I've been a fan of hp since 2001, but I'm not really a social media person so I haven't been active in the fandom. I had no idea what was happening here until recently..two months ago to be exact (other details are not important) and omg.. I ended up in a discussion with some I think, new fans. tbh I thought, "Great! I'm good at this, I read all the books more than once Let's talk :)"  and omg their very first question was "What do you think about Regulus?"

I was like, "Who?" *dying from secondhand embarrassment bc It turns out I'm not that good at this

but as the discussion continued, I became more and more baffled bc "Why was everyone talking about Barty, Evan, and Regulus? who is daddy Remu? and what do you mean people ship James Potter with R.A.B.? What?"

I swear for a moment I thought "Did the writer publish a new book? Did I miss something? " tbh, I respect everyone's opinion it's none of my business but I'm still shocked. The only thing that bothers me is everything that happened with this new Wolfsar

omg, for most fans around my age (or at least people I know), Sirius was the complete portrayal of a bad boy- a rebel, with boots, tattoos, a leather jacket, and a fucking motorcycle. so this new Sirius is like a stranger to me, and that's okay. Mein issue is kinda with this new Remus T T my beloved .

They (the fans I was talking with) told me Remus is "tall, so handsome, SO strong, and hot-headed person because,  yk he's a werewolf." I was like "hot headed? excuse me?" I tried to explain to them that Remus being a werewolf is a metaphor for illnesses like HIV, it's not some superpowery gift.  they didn't believe me, but then they literally looked me in the face and said, "Then why would Sirius like someone like him? He's poor, short, and ugly." I swear I wanted to cry right then and there.

What is this mindset that makes some people think that a person should be, Idk, hot and flawless to deserve to be loved? Yes I don't think Remus is tall and super hot and perfect and isn't it fine? and I am 100% sure he's so beautiful. not like Sirius ofc but he has this "warm, cozy, and soft" sort of beauty. and I don't think he was a coward (ok maybe he was a liitle) but I guess it's easier for us, humans, to take the worst or weakest moment of a character and amplify it until it defines them entirely. and omg I'm so sorry for my rant and my bad english. but once again thank you for your beautiful soul <3 thank you

Hi anon! I, too, am baffled by the recent obsession with Regulus in this fandom. I think Jegulus is fine as a crack ship, but it has become so mainstream that many fans have just gone ahead and canonized it to the point that you'll be vilified for not accepting it as canon. I underestimated how popular the "best friend's brother" trope was, apparently. I also think it appeals to many fans as a Marauders Era version of one of the most popular ships of all time, Drarry.

This new version of Wolfstar is my biggest complaint with today's fandom, too! I get that the Marauders have very limited canon information and therefore we have more creative freedom to flesh them out, but I really believe that it has gone way too far. Sirius and Remus in today's fandom don't bear any resemblance to the characters they're based on. Remus is just a generic alpha werewolf OC and Sirius is his generic himbo femboy love interest OC. They don't even share a physical description with their Canon counterparts, and their personalities and character traits are so far removed that I can't even fathom how we reached this point as a fandom. How can you claim to like these characters if you have to change everything the source material says about them?

You're English is great, by the way! I completely agree that Remus has a cozy-and-warm sort of beauty. He made a point to distance himself from the stigma surrounding Lycanthropy because it was the focal point of his shame and self-loathing. And I just adore Wolfstar's dynamic from this lens, with the intimidatingly beautiful, confident, headstrong Sirius Black, who could have his pick of anyone he wants, choosing this ordinary guy because he's cozy and soft and it's exactly what Sirius wants after surviving the harsh ideals and abuse of House Black.

[fleetsonourgecentral]

I just randomly remembered that in the Archie comics, Tail’s gets his shoes as a birthday gift from Sonic, and he’s so excited about it because they look just like Sonic’s shoes! Like, he just adores Sonic as his big bro and I’m in my feels about this now so I bring you another thought: Fleetway Tails gets a leather jacket that is based off of Scourge’s. Because yes, Scourge is absolutely a terrible influence on both Sonic and Tails, but he’s their terrible influence and Tails adores Scourge just as much now. Maybe it’s more steampunk-ish because he’s an inventor/mechanic? I don’t know, I just don’t really see him going for a flame aesthetic like Scourge. But now I can’t decide which would be better: Tails just walks out of his room one day wearing the jacket and EVERYONE immediately realizes why he’s doing this except Scourge who just thinks the kid is learning good fashion sense from him, or Tails DOES get the jacket as a present (maybe from Scourge himself?), and he and Scourge get to bond. What do you think?

Oh my goddddddd the thoughts you bring me are galaxy brained as always.... consider! What if we do both

Tails grabs the first halfway decent leather jacket that fits him he can find from some kind of bin and brings it home to clean and disinfect it. It's a pretty basic leather jacket, but it's got black studs and spikes on the shoulders and elbows, and some kinda edgy words or imagery printed on the back and it's a liiiiiiiiittle too big for him, but it's fine he can make it work

And he just walks out wearing it one day and everyone IMMEDIATELY clocks what he's doing because no one in the freedom fighters wears a leather jacket anymore, and certainly not a jacket with any decor except Sonic's face plastered on the back, so everyone INSTANTLY knows where this is coming from....

.... except for Scourge, because he's literally never thought it might be possible for someone to look up to him so much they start to mimic him. He just thinks he's started a trend or something, and he gloats about it to Sonic's face, and Sonic has to tell him he's not the first person in the freedom fighters to wear a damn leather jacket (he knows damn well Tails is taking after Scourge and not Porker or something because they had a jacket with Sonic's face on the back and Tails just. Never wore it a lot, and when it finally got destroyed he didn't ask for a new one so they never replaced it)

It probably takes Scourge like at least a week to twig that Tails is not wearing this goth looking leather jacket that does not suit him at all because he's picking up a fashion sense, but when he does figure it out he lowkey feels really honoured bc, again, no one has ever looked up to him that much, if he wanted something like that back in Moebius he had to force it

Because Tails literally found it in the fucking bin tho the quality is not guaranteed, and eventually it gets destroyed in some kinda fight and some of the freedom fighters are sighing in relief bc it was impossible to take Tails seriously in that lil goth jacket trying to claim he wanted it because the spikes made him look tough even though they all knew the real reason. They feel bad though because he looks so sad about it, but he seems to get over it quick enough, bc they're always losing shit like that in fights

Then for his birthday or christmas he finds he has a gift from Scourge, and when he opens it he finds it's a better steampunk leather jacket, one that actually fits him right and suits him and won't be easily destroyed in a fight. Scourge claims it's because he doesn't want to be the only one with good fashion sense around here, but everyone knows the truth. They all just pretend not to see him give advice on how to best care for a leather jacket later

(And Sonic definitely is just developing heart problems, no it is not affection at seeing Tails look up to the guy he loves, and the reason why he's not jealous Tails took after Scourge's jacket and not his own jackets is because those were custom jackets and were too expensive to get made for him anyway. That's it no other reason shut the fuck up Amy)

[perhapsthanatos]

10:32 pm with yuta ♡

nct’s yuta x fem!reader (got inspired by a dream of mine & found the idea really cute)

alternate title: be the james dean to my audrey hepburn

genre: fluff. a pinch of angst. non idol au. badboy!yuta au.

word count: 1400~

playlist: chinatown by wild nothing, lover’s rock by tv girl & work this time by king gizzard and the lizard wizard.

warnings: featuring johnny (not a warning though). smoking cigarettes. cursing. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: hi i was supposed to post a vampire!haechan fic but i really wasnt happy w it in general :( the plot or overall idea of the fic was really good, but i just felt as if i didnt do it justice so here we are :( but ngl, i kind of like this concept more? maybe bc i can see it more vividly? idk, i feel like my writings r getting repetitive & its getting on my nerves lmaoo this is getting long im sorry do u guys even read this part anyway? i would also like to apologize abt the amount of projecting im doing lmao ive been having some rough days & i love my sister but hate being compared to her so often so this is a way for me to rant abt it ig? also so sorry its coming out a little later bc i woke up late today (& procrastinated for the rest of it so here i am posting really late at night) & decided to go to the convenience store to get ice cream (& a ton of other bad shit pls dont do this its rlly unhealthy) for breakfast bc i can :) any who, enjoy lovelies <3

“oh my, y/n! you’ve grown up so well! just like your sister!”

“oh! i’m sorry i’ve almost mistaken you for your sister! y/n is your name, correct?”

“y/n, darling, you are looking so dashing! you really do resemble your sister, don’t you?”

“ah, you must be y/n! i’ve heard all about you and your sister from your father!”

you swear that your reddening cheeks are threatening to fall off any moment now from all the fake smiling. the hundreds of superficial compliments, the insincere flattery and the need for these people to constantly compare you to your godforsaken sister makes you feel even weaker than you are. it gets harder and harder to keep up with a big persona that isn’t at all you. as lucky as you are to live such a lavish lifestyle, you can’t help but hate how your family has to be so perfect. you hate how you have never fit in with them, even if you are so good at faking it. you hate how you have always been stuck in your sister’s shadow, constantly haunted with the reminder that you yourself aren’t good enough. you hate how you now have to entertain the rich and brainless guests at your parent’s gala because she’s gone for some stupid prodigy competition and everyone is only talking about her in front of your face. so what if she’s better the better sister? you still have the right to earn respect, right?

you’re exhausted from all the small talk. your facade gets more brittle by the second under all the pressure. your body feels as if it's gonna give out due to your brain shutting down after all that interacting. you try to keep on going with the night as it unravels itself by being the perfectly poised poster child, trying to make your parents proud. but alive yet almost completely devoid, you decide enough was enough. what if you left right now? no one would notice, would they?

after pulling up your phone discreetly to send a few text messages, you pass through lots of people dressed in gold and finery in a way that wouldn’t have you noticed right away. keep your head down and don’t you dare make eye contact with anyone. nearing the end of the room, grabbing the first glass of whatever alcohol you see and downing it in one gulp, you start walking away as quickly as possible from the ballroom. “ignorant privileged fucks,” you angrily whisper to no one in particular, setting the now empty glass on whatever surface and begin to head to the main exit where no one could spot you running away.

“and what do you think you’re doing here, miss?”

a voice interrupts you, looking up you see that it is your father’s head butler; johnny. he is dressed in a simple black suit that makes him appear taller than he is. his long brown hair is slicked back and his bowtie seems brand new. you have known the man since he started working in your household less than ten years back. you were a reckless child, often trying to find ways to sneak out, finding a way to escape from this life and he sympathized with you. after all, he could barely imagine living your life, never catching a break for yourself and always pretending to be someone you weren’t. he often helped planning when you would sneak out into the night, scheduling things like what time you should leave and what time you should be back, more specifically a time when no one would notice. he would take care of your form of transportation and have your location on at all times, just to be extra safe. as much as he wants you to have fun and have a bit of freedom, he still worries that something might happen to you. because of all this, you two have grown to have a very strong bond. you could confidently say that he is most definitely a parental figure in your life since your parents (and even your sister) are often overseas for work.

“what do you think i’m doing? you think i wanna be in a room with those half-baked bipeds? fuck no!”

“i know, i was just joking. you looked like you were about to explode in there, i wish i could help.” he laughs, pulling out his phone preparing what you might need. “so what will it be for today? the driver? we just need to pay him to keep his mouth shut. a taxi? it’s cheaper than paying the driver, but you still need to pay… not like that’s a problem for you though. maybe an uber would be good enough—“

“actually, i got myself covered. thanks.”

his jaw slightly drops and his eyebrows furrow. he looks straight at you in shock. “what do you mean you got yourself covered?”

you look down at your feet, a nervous habit. “i got myself a ride, you don’t need to help me. i’ll be back as soon as dawn comes.”

he raises his eyebrow. “who’s your ride?”

“doesn’t matter,” you glance down at your phone seeing a notification and wave a goodbye, leaving rather suddenly. “i gotta go, i’ll text you when you need to open the gates!”

“y/n! wait! who’s your ride— and she’s gone.” johnny sighs, watching as you run towards the front gates, tossing your stiletto heels away on the grass while you’re at it. he heads back inside, silently hoping you’ll be fine.

knocking the window of the old black mustang parked outside behind the big bushes, the driver rolls down his window and sends the most charming smile.

yuta in his black beanie, long blonde hair, worn out doc martens, signature leather jacket and black skinny jeans. it almost makes you laugh on how he wears the same thing almost everyday but still manages to look so good.

he is most notable for having a big bad boy reputation and you knew that he was the breath of fresh air you needed in your life. a person who can understand having the pressure of having to be or to fulfill your persona. a person you can completely be yourself around. a person who is full of warmth no matter how cold he may seem on the outside.

“get in, princess.”

and that was all you needed. you tiredly walked to the other door and sat yourself in the car. rolling his window back up, he looks at you. you are wearing a simple yet stunning black dress along with silver jewelry adorned on your neck and wrists. your makeup is perfectly done but still struggles to hide the fog in your eyes. he has the sudden urge to clear them away. he softens at the sight of you. no one is perfect, but he finds you being perfect enough without ever having to dress up.

“where to?” he asks as gently as he could. he knows that you are most vulnerable during these moments and that it is hard to finally break down your walls after a day full of stress, so he doesn’t pry immediately. all he wants to do is to keep you here, safe and away from your burdens and for you to stay comfortable with him, even if it couldn't be for long. but is that too selfish of him to ask? he hates how you hate your life and it is taking every bone in his body to not run away with you. but who is he to tell you what to do or what to change anyway? all he can do for now is try to find a way to make you genuinely smile.

“take me anywhere,” you whisper to the latter. “i just want to be as far from myself and my life as possible. miles away or the nearest convenience store, just take the long way home before dawn.”

you look down at the cup holders, spotting an open cigarette box. you tug one out of the nineteen and light it with the lighter you kept in your pocket. you lean back and close your eyes. he only admires as you bring the cigarette to your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke afterwards. letting the radio play quietly, he starts the car and begins to drive away from the mansion. he can’t help but wonder how you (an elegant daughter) and him (a bad boy) are millions of worlds apart, but more similar than you think.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[ofswannsx]

headcanons*

caspian looks up to his father. he has always strived to be like monty. he takes it as a compliment when people call him ‘mini monty.’ it’s why he tried racing. any way he can be like or closer to his dad he’ll do it.

caspian has a british dialect (voice claim is mr. robert pattinson lmfao) from being around his mother so much but sometimes a little southern twang will sneak in there. mostly when he says certain words like y’all, darlin’ and so on.

when he was younger caspian wore all of monty’s merch. he had a little leather jacket with a 95 on it. he would always proudly exclaim that it was his dad’s merch. (as if people didn’t already know)

when caspian was five he asked will to make him a sword. after a fight with dante he stabbed dante with said sword. in caspian’s defence: dante burned him. he still had the scar.

caspian does have a bit of anxiety. although he plays it off, his childhood is a big contributor. he grew up with so many people coming in and out of his life. he didn’t know who would stay or what they meant to him. it’s why he does cling to people because he knows just how temporary things are. the unknown or new situations make him anxious. it’s why his powers make him anxious. 

as much as caspian loves his siblings and his step parents there is a small part of him that wonders what life would be like if his parents stayed together. he understands their happy with their new partners but caspian also wishes for when life was simple and just the five of them. he just wanted more time with his parents together.

because of his parents divorce caspian was always wary of love. he never wanted to end up like his father heart broken or like his mother doing the heart breaking. it’s why he threw himself into racing or traveling. it was an excuse to not make connection with anyone. it all changed when he met hallie of course.

caspian was never one to believe in love at first sight or soulmates but since meeting hallie is mind has been changed. 

caspian uses his humor to often deflect what he’s feeling. yes, he is a big dumb dumb but he’s far more intelligent than people realize and more intelligent than he gives himself credit for. it’s easier for him to play the comic relief and play off things are fine when sometimes they aren’t.

there is more to caspian powers than he realizes. it taken time for him to realize just how powerful he is. when he was younger, caspian suppressed his powers because they scared him. which rightfully so, any child coming in contact with the dead would be scared. even now he suppress his powers. he’s afraid of the unknown that comes with his powers. he’s afraid of what he could unearth if he learns more about what his abilities can do. so, saying he can only see the dead is easier for him to cope with.

he harbors a lot guilt over will. if he had known he was the key to free will from davy jones locker he would have done it sooner. he feel like he failed his mother in some respect because he didn’t use his powers sooner to free him. he was supposed to be stronger. his parents did raise a quitter. they raised a winner - someone to be successful and because he refuses to learn more about his powers his family suffered. it’s still hard for him to look will in the eyes because of it.

he puts a lot of pressure on himself to be great and achieve greatness. especially being the middle child of many siblings caspian does what he can to stand out and have his parents be proud of him. 

he’s an adrenaline junkie. sometimes he puts himself in dangerous situations just to feel something ya know. also the rush is fun.

he has a lightning bolt behind his right year to symbolize his father and his mother’s sword tattooed on his forearm. they’re always with him. where they placed also symbolizes how he’s guided by his mother’s mind and his father’s heart. (left side/right side brain).

his favorite animals are sharks. he has asked every christmas for a pet shark and has yet to receive one.

he loves the ocean just like his mother. sometimes he’ll go off one adventures for months on end, not tell anyone and come back like nothing happened. he loves the freedom the sea offers. he also loves it bc the sea gave him hallie.

[triptoedits]

Pleas e punk Richie headcannons im asking bc I need them...

THANK YOU I WANTED AN EXCUSE TO SHARE THESE

Here! Have some punk headcanons written by a certified Anarcho-punk!

okay so when he was like ten he was on a family trip to San Francisco he saw some punks and immediately begged Maggie to give him a mohawk

she refused to shave any part of his head but when they got back to the hotel at night she gave him liberty spikes on the condition he washes out all the hairspray before leaving the room.

He continued to ask for leather jackets and band shirts for bands he has never listened to in his life, these were once again refused -a lot due to the obscene nature of the shirts- but he was given a denim jacket and a handful of patches for his birthday.

A couple months later Eddie pointed out a Hawaiian shirt that was “So loud it matched Richie perfectly” and so he abandoned his desire of punkness for the time being and centered his style on that.

“Funny that you started wearing those travesties as soon as Eddie mentioned they fit you.” “For your information, Staniel, I am simply warning the world of my wonderful personality before they even speak to me.”

When he’s fifteen he’s fully realized that he’s gay but has yet to tell anybody. He hears the news criticizing punks for openly embracing sexuality, and he wonders if that applies to homosexuality as well. The next time his mom sends him to the store, he buys Sex Pistol and The Ramones albums -the only two specifically punk bands he knows of-

He stops straightening his hair and lets the curls grow wild. His first paycheck is spent on bleaching the middle and tips of his hair blonde, but he does it himself and it’s yellow and not at all what he wanted so with Bev’s help he dyes it bright green. When the color starts to fade she helps him dye it other bright colors.

Richie paints his nails black. There is not a doubt in my mind. I will fight you on that.

I don’t like using the term poser, but Richie is totally someone who gets into is more for the style than belief. He realizes that he really loves the aesthetic of punk and some of the ideologies -anti racism, full freedom of expression, sexism can die in a hole, etc.- but he doesn’t really care much about most of the politics.

Stan has definitely called him out on it too like “Yeah yeah, ‘Anarchy in the UK’ right? Funny how you never mention Anarchy in America”

He doesn’t fully grasp Anarchism but he still tries to play it off like he does. (When he starts driving, he doesn’t go to riots but will definitely go to women’s marches and pride parades.)

For his sixteenth birthday he once again asks for a jacket and shirts and this time he gets his wish. Maggie doesn’t approve but her and Wentworth agree that he’s old enough to make his own decisions with fashion.

He has two jackets. One is leather and covered in band patches with a big Anarchy symbol on the back. The other is a black denim jacket with cut off sleeves, it doesn’t have as many patches but there are a few. He has a bunch of pins that he moves from jacket to jacket including a skull with a rainbow mohawk, an anarchy symbol, Sex Pistols, and Siouxsie Sioux.

With him wearing so much black, Eddie offhandedly mentions missing the bright flowery shirts so Richie buys a floral pin that is ALWAYS worn.

For a lot of people, alt is a phase -which is totally fine btw, you are always growing and always changing.- and i feel like that applies to him as well. He would slowly phase it out over time, wearing blue denim jackets at times, eventually redying his hair to his nat color, etc, but in general he keeps his ripped jeans, pins, and dark clothes.

When he goes away to college he doesn’t intend to change his style but he sees some Hawaiian shirts in a store and he needed to buy them. He didn’t know why, but something was pulling him to the bright floral prints.

[jokkaber]

The tale of flass: this is a story I improvised on the spot when my friend asked me to tell her a story to cheer her up. I'm quite proud of it.

OK, so there's a frog.

And it's just hangin out, doing its thing, as frogs do.

And he decides "yo"

"yo i want to be higher up than I am currently able to access with my mainly aquatic body."

So what he does is he goes and talks to a duck, because he knows that ducks can fly.

And he goes up to a particularly glossy mallard and he's like

"ay bro, can you carry me up to the treetops?"

And the mallard(by the name of craigory) be like

"bruh sorry but idk if I can like carry you that high up I ain't no BOFP, man"

And our boi the frog (by the name of flass)

Be like

"ay bruh what's a BOFP"

And craigory, the sassy cunt that he is, looks him in the eye and says, I shit you not here, he straight up looks our boi flass right in the eye and he says

(Are you ready to hear what this sassy dick waffle says to our boi flass?)

This bitch no cap be like straight up

"bird of fuckin prey"

And see now flass, the tru gangsta that he is takes it on the head cus he ain't finna let this bitch be openly disrespectin him.

So flass says to craigory

"can you tell me where I can find a bird of fuckin prey then so that I can ask them to take me up to the treetops?"

Now craigory (WHAT a cunt this man is) looks at flass, this little frog in front of him and has the unmitigated fucking audacity to say to our boi flass

If a bird of fuckin prey sees you then it will surely eat you instantly. I caution you, sir, do not throw away your life"

And flass, the Absolute Don that he is, turns away from this lil bitch craigory and says "then I will die in the pursuit of fulfillment." and if that ain't the heaviest shit you've ever heard then bruh idek what to say to u, the dudes soul is dressed like an 80s action hero.

So flass hops away in slowmo and eats a fly midair just to flex.

And he hops away to find a lil sparrow. And the sparrow is just vibin and gettin straight blazed and flass hops up, takes a deep sniff and nods in approval for the kush was good and therefore the sparrow was surely a woman of taste and culture. And a sparrow of such taste and culture must surely be a sparrow of some great education.

Now our man Flass hops up to this sparrow and he says

"ay bruh, how's it hangin"

And the sparrow looks at her bead curtain and says "yeah bruh it's hangin good. I only put it up last week and it's already weathering rly nicely" and flass saw that it was so and he nodded in agreement.

Now flass sits his fine froggy ass down in front of this sparrow and he says

"bruh I wanna get up to the treetops bc I feel unfulfilled being confined to ground level. I asked that cunty dick weed craigory to take me up there but the pussy said he couldn't carry me and I'd need like a bird of fuckin prey so I thought of you. Your a bird of fuckin prey right? We eat the same things too so I thought you might be an absolute bro and carry me up to the treetop sometime"

Now this sparrow looks at flass and she sees that he rly means all he's saying and then she looks at herself, about the same size as him and she says to him "bruh sorry but im literally too small to carry your fine ass anywhere. You'd need something bigger than me like a crow"

Yh nah she ain't gonna be able to carry him up there. But what she does is she looks him in the eye and she says

"OK so like I know where you can find a crow who could take you up there but I'm pretty sure he's not gonna do it for free"

And Flass says to this sparrow (by the name of velvet)

"bro if I can pay I will. This is all I need to die happy"

So velvet looks at flass and she sees how his soul is dressed with the leather jacket and the stubble and guns and big sunglasses and she thinks woah this dude is a straight up 80s movie badass ain't nothing gonna change his mind so she says "bro just hang out with me till I'm sober then ill take you to the crow."

And flass says

"nah bruh I gotta get going. Gotta see them treetops"

And velvet says

"bro I have Mario kart"

And flass says

"bro I'm in"

So flass hangs out and chills with velvet and they smoke and play Mariokart and then he sleeps over. Then in the morning when they're both sober again velvets like

"OK bruh lets get you to that crow so we can talk to him"

So velvet takes flass to the recent corpse of a dead buffalo, where there's a crow scoffing down some meat and the crow looks around and sees them and clacks its beak menacingly.

Now both flass and velvet know that this crow with this clackety beak of his could easily kill both of them.

It is a truth of which they are both acutely aware.

So now this crow(by the name of glowstick) looks at these two lil Bois and thinks yo these 2 got something to say. So he says

"yo you 2 got something to say?"

So velvet gives flass a nudge to go talk to this dude so flass hops real cool up to velvet and he says

"OK bro so here's the deaio. Here's the sich. Here's the case file. The writing on the wall. The drink in the cup. The tea. I feel rly unfulfilled at fuckin ground lvl bc I can't get up these fuckin trees. So I went to that cunt graigory who sent me to this glorious bitch velvet who got me high then hung out with me till we were sober and then brought me here so I could talk to you so like could you just fly me up above them there treetops real quick? If I do then Im pretty sure i can die happy"

Right so glowstick looks this absolute Chad up and down and thinks for a moment and says

"OK so ill be willing to fly you up there and carry you around for a bit but it'll cost ya"

And flass takes a step forward, looks glowstick in the eye and says "whatever your price is bro I'll pay it"

Now seeing that flass isn't gonna be shaken easily he sits down on the carcass, fixes this fine-ass froggy fella with one eye, clacks his beak a couple more times and leans forward:

"I'll take you up there and I'll fly you around for a while until sundown. But once night falls I get to eat you"

Now flass obviously isn't too keen on this deal but the way he sees it it's the best deal he's gonna get cus he really needs to get up there into the sky. So he hops back over to velvet and hugs her.

"bro you've been a good friend so far. You wanna come hang out until sunset?"

So velvet hugs him back bc this is her bro and he's gonna go live his dream until he dies so she's like

"yeah bro ill come hang out till sunset but I'm not gonna stick around to watch you get eaten ok?"

And flass is like

"cool, I'm good with that"

So now he hops back over to glowstick who's taking this completely serious. He's gonna hold up his end of the bargain and he's gonna earn that muthafuckin meal. So he holds oup his claws and grabs flass and spreads his wings

And takes flight.

Now remember, flass is fully used to jumping high and far but the experience of going up and staying up is completely new to him. Glowstick claws are carefully but firmly holding him so that he doesn't slip or fall and get hurt. He sees the tops of the trees and the blue sky with the sun overhead and he spreads his arms like wings and laughs, pretending he himself is flying.

As the day wears on the joy doesn't lessen until the sun dips to the horizon. Glowstick takes flass to the top of a tree to watch the sunset and velvet lands next to them and they all huddle together in the final moments of daylight.

When the sun is gone velvet turns to flass and bumps his head, tenderly, with hers. He, of course returns the gesture to the truest friend he's known in his short life before she turns and flits away.

Now flass turns to glowstick and says

"bro. Thank you for bringing me up here. I was right, having experienced the freedom and joy of living my dream and flying I can say truthfully that dying now wont be so bad. I've just got one last request bro. Make it quick. I wanna go out on a high note."

Glowstick nods his head at this brave lil frog and says

"lil bruh you've earned my respect with your courage. I'm still gonna eat you because that's nature and also the terms of our deal but I will give you the death you want.

And I will tell your story to everyone I meet who needs to hear it,and I will tell them to pass it on so that, even after you die here, your legacy and your 80s action hero soul will live on forever."

So flass stands proud and strong and closes his eyes and remembers how it felt to fly, to rush through the air and to go up and stay up. He remembers the feeling of watching a sunset with his best friend. He remembers all this and more and he finds that he is smiling. He settles into this warm bliss and breathes in.

In the days, months, weeks and years that follow this day the tale of flass and his courage and dedication to fulfillment even in the face of his death spread through the forest to the rivers, the plains, the seas and all the way to other, much different forests across those seas. Faithfully told by velvet and glowstick and embellished from there with each telling until those who told it and heard it almost felt that warm bliss, that feeling of unbridled joy at finding your dream has become reality. They could swear they see, in the corner of their eye if they have one, a faint smile. Like one you might find on the face of a particularly happy frog who had just watched his first and last sunset with his best friend and the crow who had made this possible. And his legacy inspires hundreds of thousands of creatures to follow their dreams however small.

Somewhere, thanks to the story of flass, a primate is tending to a small piece of burning wood, Feeding it dry leaves and twigs to keep it alight, in hopes of warming a cave so that it and its family may not just survive, but be comfortable through the next winter and many after.

the little dude brought a wave of joy across the world. He triggered the discovery of fire. He taught glowstick about nobility in the face of death. He lives on in the stories told of him and the dreams realised in his memory.

As long as there is someone or something pursuing a dream then flass will never be dead.

[ethercals]

[ MUSE 80 ] ●● is that BEN BARNES? no, that’s just JACKSON ‘JAX’ SINCLAIR, the 42 year old CISMALE who is a ENTREPRENEUR. some say they’re UNDIGNIFIED AND HARSH, but their family and friends will swear they’re LOYAL AND BRILLIANT. when i think of them, i think of at loaded guns under desk drawers, empty bottles of bourbon, a snarling grin curving his mouth. i wonder if HIS family knows that HE’S A CRIME BOSS . ●● 

wbk i’m a weak bitch, but i’ve lowkey had an idea for this muse for like seven months, so here we go!

jackson sinclair was born lucky. the eldest son of leopold and ginebra sinclair, he had a silver spoon in his mouth from the moment that he was born.

his entire life, it was clear that the sinclair name was only known for one thing: wealth. his father owned a chain of hotels, inherited from his grandfather, and his mother have her fingers in the oil business. both their families separately had more money than they knew what to do with with, and together? they were practically gods.

that’s how jax always thought of them, anyway. he idolises his parents, thought that they could do no wrong and lived their best possible lives. parties every weekend, summers in europe, never wanting for nothing because whatever they wanted, they got.

they spoiled him rotten, too. whatever he wanted, he got without argument. most of the time, anyway. they may have given him what he wanted, but if he ever acted out against their rules, he lost it in a flash. cars would be taken away and his accounts frozen if he shamed their name, his father expecting much of him as the eldest.

he got a lot sneakier after learning that lesson the hard way, and before long, he was a mastermind at avoiding their suspicions of what he was doing. school bored him, the man far too intelligent for his own good, and there were many days where he ditched to go drinking with his friends, making up for it with his grades and that he was paying the office to mark him as present when he wasn’t.

like i said, too smart and rich for his own good smh.

he was kind of rough and tough too. kinda had guzman vibes from elite? easy to piss off, even easier to get a fight out of. he was 100% that ass that had his friends hold a guy down while he beat them up.

when he graduated high school, he went to MIT to study physics and chemical engineering.

it was also around that time that jax learned about the real family business. not only had his father been grooming him to take over command of the hotel business, but of his side business. turned out mr leopold the first had control of the crime ring in all of massachusetts. he profited from everything, had control of the police as well as the drug trade. 

it was a lot for jax to take in and accept, but his father had always had a way of wording things to make anything sound like it made sense. he talked jax into it, little by little. he already knew how to use a gun, and had been boxing since he was a kid, and he already had the smarts and potential to be involved in the running of that business.

even more than that, his past relationship with ariana became more intense.

he really fell in love with her, and when they found out they were having lena, that only solidified things for jax, even if he was terrified.

three kids later, jax really was feeling like he was on top of the world. he had his kids, his wife, was doing well in his transition towards taking over the family businesses. the only kink came up when ari was getting invested over her father, and everything went to shit.

when she left, he was in denial for a hot minute. he thought that she was just in hiding to escape the backlash of her father getting arrested. then a week past and no matter who he sent and what he tried, she hadn’t come home and he had no information.

he could only assume the worst. that she had been kidnapped, or killed, or worst of all, that she had simply left.

with a newborn to look after and two young kids, jax had a really hard time readjusting to what his life had become without his wife. over the years he tried his best, but he definitely had his shortcomings as a father and made mistakes in those early days.

still, he was trying. he did his best as a father, gave them freedom and all they could want, but still put his foot down when need be. 

he lost his father a few years after ariana left, and he officially took over the hotel chain, as well as his underground business. he ended up buying out a chain of restaurants and taking over them to in order to expand his empire, as well as sitting on the board of his mother’s business.

has basically spent the last twenty years working his ass off. he wanted all of his business to thrive, and he completely chased the power that came with it all. he wanted everyone to know his name, or the persona he created for himself when it came to his less than legal activities. he wanted to see his kids through school, raise them the only way he knew how.

has been such a womanizer over the years at first bc he couldn’t commit to another woman again ( esp bc he was p sure they were still married ) and then just because it had become a habit.

he’s at a point in his life now that he thought he could just relax, and become more of a man of leisure. work is running smoothly enough for him, and he has been spending more and more time lately out on the yacht, attending dinner parties and underground fight clubs.

then ariana came back into his life, and found out that he’s gonna be a grandpa, and there’s the whole teddy being pregnant. needless to say he is stressed af rn and is 10/10 done with life tbh.

he just wants to go race cars and get his new drug going through the city but alas, billionaire boys club has to be hard sometimes.

personality wise, he’s kind of blunt. always looks kinda tough, stone faced and mad, and in some ways he is. he’s cocky af too, arrogant, and a spoiled shit. has a mad soft spot for his family though, and will literally kill to protect them. 

always found in designer clothing, usually tailored suits or all black with leather jackets.

has a mad car collection, watch collection. basically he collects everything expensive bc lord knows the man can afford it. 

i’ve rambled enough already, but yah! that’s the gist of my mans. hit that big old heart button if you want to plot!

[kiihyvns-blog]

               - ̗̀  task one : the one you c a n ’ t save !    ̖́-

“ the UNDER DOG just turned into the wolf and the hunger S T E A D Y grows. yeah, i call shots while you call off. never takin' ( SUMMER ) or fall off. when you stay that committed to it, you just fall down and never F A L L off. ”

GENERAL INFO

full name: kim kihyun. nickname(s): key, kiki, kihyunnie. gender: cismale. preferred pronouns: he / him / his. age & dob: twenty-two / 17th of november, 1993. astrological sign: scorpio. sexual & romantic orientation: pansexual / panromantic. birthplace/hometown: busan, south korea / seoul, south korea. parents/siblings: kim sungsoo ( father ), lee minhee ( mother ) / no siblings. language(s) known/spoken: korean, mandarin ( conversational ), english ( basic ). current living arrangements: currently residing in an apartment above the bar that he works at with ahn seokmin. occupation/major: currently a bartender and manager of go lucky’s ! bar and grill.

APPEARANCES

height: 182 cm / 6 ft. build: slim / athletic. hair color: currently dyed black / naturally brown. eye color: dark brown. typical style of dress: tight clothing is preferred but usually jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, snapbacks, and leather jackets with an occasional button-up and slacks. body modifications: some minor surgery on the bridge of his nose.

BODY LANGUAGE AND MANNERISMS

how does your muse walk? kihyun tends to walk in long, confident strides with his head held up high and his shoulders straightened. he walks like he’s got somewhere to be, like he’s got swagger in his step. how does your muse talk? kihyun’s loud, blunt, and swears like a sailor. he doesn’t censor himself internally nor externally so whenever he talks to someone, he’s most likely to add in a few curse words here and there. he also likes to talk slow and emphasizes syllables a lot. how high (or low) is the tone of their voice? in the middle at best? his voice is naturally low but not to the point where it rumbles in his chest, just in a puberty sense. how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )? his posture is very straightened; his back, shoulders, and even legs and squared to the t. he is very confident in his posture. how does your muse typically smell? he typically smells like your average cigarette smoker and bartender; it naturally depends where you catch a sniff of him because he tends to smell like heavy musk of cologne, cigarettes, beer, and even engine oil due to his motorcycle’s exhaust. what kind of air do they carry? are they intimidating? he does carry a very ... intimidating persona by his confident aura and posture, and even his clothing. he’s more shown as ‘ the bad boy ’ or ‘ the rebel ’ than anything which either appeals to strangers or repels them, there is no in between.

PSYCHOLOGY

do they respond to stress? well, it typically depends how stressful the situation is. if it’s not as important as it should be, kihyun is known to not even care about the situation at all and probably forget that had even happened. if it’s something more dire and important, kihyun will not take it well –– he will drink, smoke, curse, scream; do anything in order to calm down because he lives a very nonstressful life so it would really take a toll on him. what makes your muse happiest? other than having sex? working, probably. he enjoys meeting new people, drunk people, and talking to them about their lives. he also enjoys napping for days, working out, eating fried chicken, clubbing, and a bunch of other things. what upsets them the most? kihyun fears being rejected and being isolated from his peers, or even falling into an addiction even though he’s a heavy drinker and smoker. kihyun rarely gets upset over anything but there are things like his family that do get him upset but it’s okay since no one really knows about his past anyway. is your muse an extrovert? an introvert? neither? kihyun will probably be the biggest extrovert that your muse will know. he’s very loud and blunt about things but does enjoy meeting people, enjoys falling in love with people even more, so it’s humorous to say that he’s introverted because he’s really the opposite. he might be difficult but he wouldn’t hesitant at all to reach out to a stranger. what is your muses worst fear? is your muse an early riser? a night owl? kihyun definitely does not do well in the morning and due to his job, has definitely been filed as a night owl at most. how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it? kihyun is ... somewhat intelligent, more in a ‘ street smart ’ kind of way rather than ‘book smart ’ but he’s okay with it, really. that’s what happens when you go to school for something you don’t really love, you know? 

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES

what’s their sexual orientation? what about romantic? kihyun is definitely pansexual as well as panromantic. gender does not matter to kihyun in any sense. are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships? he is currently in a sexual relationship with jimin, jinseon, and jinhwan. he is not in any current romantic relationship right now. how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one, or would they ever? kihyun is absolutely okay and understanding towards friends with benefits, seeing as he has many of his own. he sees it as an adult understanding when people tend to get too busy to find relationships which is acceptable in a sense since he heavily depends on getting his rocks off. sex, is it important to your muse? it is very, very, very important to kihyun and he would probably die if he wasn’t able to have sex. how important is friendship to them? very important as well because he does not see the lines between sex and friendship, though relationships on the other hand are a different story. how important is family? kihyun once had thought family meant everything but after getting kicked out of his family, it doesn’t seem as likely anymore. he does still care deeply for his mother but for his father, he’s at an understanding but he wouldn’t exactly say that the feeling is important. what are their biggest turn on and turn offs? here bc i’m too lazy to copy and paste. does your muse find it easy to make friends? yes and no. kihyun is a really easy going male but people do not tend to agree with his messy lifestyle so while he finds it easy to make friends, he also finds it easy to lose them as well. are they close to their family? why or why not ? not particularly after his father had disowned him but he is still relatively close to his mother; the two do meet in secret from time to time out of the watchful eye of his father.

HEADCANONS

born and raised in seoul

parents owned a fairly large branch of firms but in a lowkey kind of sense that didn’t make his parents all that popular

but still managed to roll in that dough

very … dependent on his parents’ money

grew to be very reckless and egotistical as a child since money had always managed to buy him out of things like getting arrested and such

managed to follow his parents’ wishes and go to school ( barely passing but eh, still same thing ) for business since his father had hoped for their only son to take over their business

but kihyun loved freedom !! so to give that up for business? he looked his father in the eye the minute he graduate and said ‘ i’m not gonna take over shit especially your firms old man !! ’ bc fuck the system !!

…which led to kihyun to be kicked out the family right after.

i mean kihyun’s mom still lowkey cared for him after he was kicked out and cut off and even slid him a lil of that $$$ right after so it wasn’t that bad

after getting kicked out of the family business, kihyun luckily found a job at some swanky bar across town which is nice !!

also luckily found a nice apartment right above the bar where he lives today

drinks and smokes a fuckload

also does a lot of cocaine lowkey

leather jackets and motorcycles are his aesthetic as fuck. as soon as his mother gave him his first payment of the month, he immediately got a motorcycle which is his choice of ride

has like .. only two tattoos tbh but wants more

a proud father of a dog and three plants !!

also a h*e

… for romance

dates around a lot. fucks around a lot. just tryna find someone who’ll match his tempo in life, ya feel ?

[404fmdtaejin]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧; ��𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕-𝟗

Day Seven: Which era is your muse’s favorite in their career? Why is it their favorite (think concept, promotions, choreography, etc.)? If your muse has recently debuted, talk about what they would want to do for their next comeback.

Debuting in 2008, marks 2020 the twelfth year as an idol. During the twelve years, there have been countless comebacks and concepts spanning from the days of the neon colors and white skinny jeans with the wolf haircut to the more modern pastel oversized suits. Most of the past era is filled with fond memories albeit very embarrassing images that fill his head and make him kick his bedsheets at night.

Despite the weird concepts, 1 of 1 was Taejin’s favorite concept. It wasn’t necessarily the song that made this era his favorite, nor was it the choreography - after all, Taejin was a soft hearted soul, often finding the calming ballads more his style than the poppy-dance music.

This era provided him with his favorite clothing - suits. Being a pretty boy, he understands that he knows which styles suit him best and highlight his best features. The thought of the red suit was enough to get the boy to pause, but upon further thought - he realized that this was the best he was going to get. Being fitted in the loose suit, that highlighted his long legs, he enjoyed how put together the suit made him look. Was it the most comfortable thing to wear while jumping around and repeating the dance? No, but it was his personal best era.

The promotions for the era were heavy and filled - with constant promotion at music shows, even winning the first music show for the first time in a while. It was unexpected, seeing as how they were usually outshined by the gleaming new faces. This era solidified that their fanbase was still as strong as it once had been and their fifteen minutes of fame were here to stay.

Day Eight: Talk about your muse’s strengths and weaknesses as an idol. Feel free to discuss their own personal thoughts regarding these components. Think of qualities such as vocals, dancing, visuals, acting skills, and variety show skills, for example.

He never intended on being an idol for long, nonetheless dancing in ornate and exaggerated stylings. In fact, when dance comes to his mind - he understands that it’s the one aspect that is weaker than the rest of his talents. Dancing never came easy to him, finding it hard to maneuver his long legs and arms, which often looked like they were flailing rather than graceful. It’s probably why he’s always towards the side or the back during the big dance breaks. He doesn’t mind, however, seeing as how he never seriously pursued the thought of professional dancing.

His vocals, on the other hand, are surprisingly good. On a scale of 1-10, he’d give himself a solid 8. It was not one that was comparable to the strong main vocal with lots of resonance, blaring through the speakers. However, it was soft enough and powerful at times often to convey the feeling especially leading up to the chorus of the songs. From his young trainee days, he was trained heavily in dance but not so much in singing.

Visuals - can you even give a score for this category? He’s a self-proclaimed narcissist, finding every little chance to fix his hair or admire his own reflection in the mirror. He works hard, finding time to make it to the gym on a daily basis, to maintain the built physique he worked so hard to achieve. During his debut, he was on the skinny side but now he’s built with more muscle, adding lots of mass and definition. His face is small, often times smaller than many of the female idols in the industry. His teeth tends to light up the room every time they curve into a smile. This doesn’t need an explanation since he knows he’s a pretty boy and plays to that title.

Acting is a newfound hobby the rookie actor has come across. He would give himself a 10/10 after seeing much success in many of his works. He never intended on becoming an actor, but rather it fell to his palms when he the beginnings of his boredom with the idol life came. BC trained him for a minor role, which didn’t rank high in the popularity rankings. However, it wasn’t until his second role was it that he took it seriously - there was a newfound freedom in pretending to be someone else. He was able to put forth his emotions that he hid from the world, feelings of sadness from a lost love or anger from frustration - he let it out on the screen. With the success of his movie Parasite, he only plans on going up from this point on.

It was only when he was forced by BC to go on variety with the rest of the Decipher cast. At first, he found it odd and almost annoying during his early years, but as he got older and learned to play the game, it becomes enjoyable for the boy to guest star - it’s another act or opportunity to pretend. He’d  rank himself high on this, perhaps a 7/10, often providing funny ad-libs and outrageous comments that elicits laughs from the viewers. His fans push for more solo appearances, but he can’t bring himself to hand that quite yet.

Day Nine: What is your muse’s fashion style? Talk about what kind of clothes they love to wear. To them, what is the essential thing to have in their closet? What is their favorite outfit?

His taste for fashion came at an early age when he began to collect streetwear. It started with small supreme items here and there, and escalated into diving into brands such as palace and acrym. The young freshness the streetwear provided, allowed the boy to experiment with box logo hoodies, beanies and loose fitting jeans - all topped with the rarest pair of Jordans.

After his stint with the streetwear faded away it was - Luxury, luxury, luxury - that’s one way to put it. The boy love fashion, and has a special knack for finding the newest trends on the market. Currently, he’s in love with Bottega Veneta, loving the thick wool sweaters and the put together silhouettes of the straight, long coats. He often pairs his bottom with long wide black slacks that drape down his legs, emphasizing the length. He’s been blessed with long lean legs, and the black slacks perfectly highlight it.

When he’s not wearing Bottega Veneta, you’ll catch him in Celine. After Hedi Slimane took over, the concept of the biker boots, black slacks and leather jackets came back into his life. He often saves these outfits for nights out with his friends, on casual days where he’s not stormed with cameras.

His daily taste is inspired by the minimalist fashion of Japan, loose flowy shirts with black slacks paired with common projects white sneakers or the rocker vibes of the 70’s, with loose fitted t-shirts, skinny jeans and black boots. He curated these outfits together and often will pick and choose what mood he is in depending on his day.