#literally drew part of this after getting in a small accident lmao

[youre-dizzy]

Graham looks like he’s insanely miserable in this but I think part of that is just his Essence

[ko-odi]

I'm the guy who submitted the anon ask before (where u drew me a pic of Drake, thank u so much I will cherish it for the rest of my life!!!) and I'm in need of some Haunted headcanon inspo for a dnd game I'm trying to run soon!! Tell me some of ur headcanons, no matter how obscure, small, or seemingly insignificant

SRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG i. forgort BUT HERE R A FEW !!! :D some of these are my own and some of these are me parroting things ive heard from the haunted discord that i love (u should totally join the discord btw its fun i can give an inv to anyone not already there if anyone wants one!!)

-Drakes issues regarding tone and reading the room, such as 1) his default mode of speaking being thru sarcasm (no hes really not always trying to be rude, thats just how he communicates 😭), and 2) cracking jokes or quips at inappropriate times (like when graysons house was burning down and drake was all like “wow grayson sure does love his secret hatches lawl” and “he should really rethink his escape routes for next time haha!” like drake this is NOT THE TIME). Im not saying hes NOT sassy or rude (because he totally is <3) but like. its not ALWAYS ON PURPOSE OK LMAO he is autistic 🫶

-somewhat related to this is that i hc that he says cheesy lines like “erm… hes RIGHT behind me isnt he” and “um guys, you MIGHT wanna take a look at this…” all the time, and he does so bcs he repeats phrases hes read in books (or from movies/shows he saw before traveling to the future or whatever) a lot. either that or he just Says That Stuff which is almost funnier

-drakes sleeping schedule SUCKS dude and a big parta that is cuz enderman are nocturnal and his internal clock is all messed up. (the water up on his mountain canonically helps him sleep tho im pretty sure?)

-his bodys kinda awkward to move around in, and hes always tripping over his feet or bumping into stuff (hes just like me fr….)

-this ones odd, but the subspecies of enderman that drake is fused(??) with have rings all over their body that they use to light up dark areas (such as caves), and to communicate (blinking lights like fireflies, bright flashes to intimidate others, are dim when sick, etc). Theyre able to control this using their natural magic or whatever. HOWEVERRR drake is unable to control his himself! His rings are stuck at a set brightness, and he cant “turn them off”, leading him to always be expelling a small but steady amount of magic. This is part of why he runs out of mana faster than other magic users/enderman, and is part of why he tries not to waste his mana when possible.

-related to above, hes not ab magic doesnt last very long, but is very volatile and powerful in bursts. this is the OTHER reason he doesnt use magic willy nilly .. he has to learn how to harness it properly or else he might end up hurting people by accident (this might literally be canon but i thought id mention it anyway)

-in the haunting one, hes always stating things abt himself that we never actually get to see (like when he calls himself the builder, or good at parkour, or when armen said that he had a problem with breaking windows???? 😭) so i like to think that those are just collins memories slipping thru the cracks, and those memories dont rly belong to/are about drake at all. theres probably other shared fuzzy memories he has from collin too (like ruby shire perhaps) so thats super fun to play with!! I think this might actually be also canon but yk

-ARMEN iiii love this guy ok so i love to hc that, after hes revived/saved (IF you want to go that route!), he comes back not dead, but not quite alive either…. hes like sorta half and half to me lol. or maybe hes alive, but coming back to life has some side effects (like being cold all the time for example). Hes also suuuper sleepy all the time after hes saved LET HIM SNOOZE dude.

as much as it pains me, I also love the hc that armen comes back with his memory wiped (i think this is close to where the intended canon was supposed to head as well!). You can either go the “his memory is totally wiped, which effectively makes him a new person” route, the “his memory is wiped back to the fall into the lava, right before HB possessed him” route, or the “his memory gets wiped to before HB was involved in his life whatsoever” route. I like all 3 options aaaah idk what my favorite is!!! i’ll probably talk in depth abt these in a different post later bcs the fact that it adds more parallels between him and collin/drake makes me insane. either way he will sometimes have unexplainable deja-vu and things will feel familiar to him.

-armen is super cold all the time (always wearing sweaters and stuff) while drake is super warm all the time (always wearing thin clothes. but this is cuz hes always expelling some sorta magical energy involuntarily, so when he runs outta mana he gets cold as well) this isnt important or anything i just like it :3c

-i like to think that despite his affinity towards it before the fall, he tries to avoid combat & conflict when possible post-possession/revival. very “uhh im a lover not a fighter haha ..” (<- could kick your butt if he tried) vibes. or maybe he lost all combat ability post revival and totally sucks now !! either way man just wants to chill (he is traumatized)

-MIA shes lowkey scared of being on the water after her and her sisters shipwreck, the day she was captured by the empire. she probably slips back into familiarity when they take over that airship one time tho- maybe she gets an airship of her own in the future o:? haunted group sky pirate crew when 🤨???

-along with magic, she also GETS INTO ALCHEMY/CHEMISTRY !!! its like.. magic ??? without needing to provide any ACTUAL magical power yourself?? thats so fucking sick ok. She and drake do magicy-sciencey experiments together and they end up blowing stuff up a lot. despite what drake says, they BOTH enjoy the chaos.

-mia and armen would be BEST. FRIENDS. i think abt mia armen friendship literally all the time they would be so chaotic and thoughtful with each other i love mia armen friendship sm. maybe mia helps style his hair like hers since its grown out later :] They are so sibling core to me

-related to both yhings above, she shares her love of learning with armen. They learn tons of random stuff together :D chemistry archeology history magic biology etc. Mia loves learning anything she can get her hands on, and armen feels the need to learn everything he missed while he was gone.

(sidenote: if he comes back with completely wiped memory, him learning all different sorts of subjects is him trying to figure out what he enjoys, and who he is as a person. “building himself up from ground zero”. and mias glad to help ): <3)

-MIA AND GRAYSON ARE ALSO SIBLING CORE !!!!!!!!!! you are NOT immune to the “mia is everyones sister” propaganda …. im mind controlling you ….

-grayson my GUY dude ok. not rly a hc and more of an observation but i loooove how hes so serious and pessimistic all the time but hes also like…. friendly (yet distrusting) and silly (devouring and entire cake and being all like “:D” with a flower crown and slimey friend) like idk i just looav that contrast its yummy. cruel world forcing his joyous whimsey into hiding </3

-finds a sickening comfort in loneliness, while also being deeply afraid of it. no it is not healthy. i might have to describe this later, as ive not found the words to do so yet.!!! maybe others can add onto this if they wish :)))

-His wife was fucking awesome ok. She was totally anti-empire and wrote many pamphlets that hurt the emperor & his followers image under an anonymous name that spread around the public like wildfire. Did she initially start dating grayson to get more info on the empire without his knowledge? Was she herself high up in the empires chain of command, helping get grayson the job in the first place? Did grayson know and help his wife with her endeavors(im leaning towards yes but no would be fun)? idk but she was awesome and they committed treason together and were in love

-idk if im totally down with the idea, but graysons wife and/or kid ending up being ALIVE…. MANNN THAT COULD BE SO GOOD. SO DRAMA INDUCING. GRRRR i wanna play with this later

-if i start talking abt drake and grayson friendship i will not shut up about it so ill keep it BREIF ….. they are ambiguously romantic/ALMOST queerplatonic to me. they dont care abt labeling what they are, partially bcs they CANT. they r life partners who hold hands and find comfort in the others consistency and the stability their friendship brings. grayson calls drake his “darling husband” for shits and giggles and drake glares at him (while very obviously smiling). OK WE’RE DONE ..

-none of them are allocishet sorryyyy (<- not actually sorry at all) i can list out my queer hcs later if anyone wishes smile :))

-collin, luke, and lalea are still cooking in my head .. i dont have that many hcs abt them qwq i suggest looking to APPLE @apple-rose301 FOR THESE GUYS (she said i could @ her for this) and for any character hcs and analysis stuff tbh, their thoughts are basically canon to me /pos . would also love to hear EVERYONES THOUGHTS AND ANALYSES AND HCS EVER !!!! so if anyone sees this … u should totally list out ur own thoughts :)))) PLEASR PLEASEPLEA

i also have more thoughts on each character analysis wise, specifically the contrasts and parallels they have with each other and themselves, but that might be putttt into a different postttt

OH also sry for being more drake focused i loav drake he is my favorite guy ever ever .!! I HOPE THESE FEW LITTLE THOUGHTS ARE ALRIGHT THO TYSM FOR ASKINNGGGG (ALSO IM GLAD U LIKED THE DRAWING TYY) AND ALSO ID LOVE TO HEAR MORE ABT THIS DND CAMPAIGN HELLO ???

[dragynkeep]

One thing that really get me about Twiins rant about making Blake's skin darker is how unneeded it was. If she was upset for people not following the rules, that's all she needed to say. But I guess, maybe she felt the need to get on her high horse and talk down to people. I can't help but feel that she did that because some part of her knows that being an asshole and is extremely wrong. However she does not want to confront this, so she hides this by defending another minority (while being completely unaware of how her words hurt said minority).

Another thing that really gets me is her wondering why it is the fantasy minority who always had to have darker skin which is...The answer to her question is right in her face. Gee, I wonder why the minority character who experiences racism is drawn with darker skin by poc artists, gee Twiins I wonder why that is, I see no possible reason why it's the minority character and not more often say, Weiss, who's from the most racist kingdom, father is a racist, and company literally owned slaves.

Lastly, I really don't like how she assumes that everyone who drew people with darker skin knew she was asian coded. She makes the assumption that everyone did it out of malice when that's not the case. Not only does that target black people who saw themselves in Blake, it also hurts darker skin asians who did the same. But ya know, I went looking for the brief evidence that she flashed on screen that Monty said Blake was asian coded. The only thing I found was Monty saying that Blake was somewhat design after Linda Le. That tweet was made back in 2013, which was 11 years ago. Sure that was on the wiki, but it's such a small detail that people can legit just look over it on accident. How does Twiins expect to know that Monty said something like that from 11 years ago. Besides that, she's also ignoring that people could and do see Blake's asian elements as surface deep like Yang, Sun, and Tai. So again, it's never been out of malice, it's never been to erase the asian coding because Blake wouldn't be the "right" minority, it's happening because poc with darker skin colors seem themselves in Blake.

All and all, I'm just worried that this will pit black people against Asian people and dark skinned asians against light skinned asians. I really hope that Twiins' words don't reach that many people nor do others spread it as well.

that's entirely the issue here is that instead of just saying exactly what her issue was, that people didn't obey her rules which imo were racist anyways for her as a white woman to impliment, but instead she co-opted a serious movement targeting anti asian hate to grandstand on. which was never her place & just makes her seem like this white saviour ass bitch who has to educate the poor, uneducated poc about our own issues.

even when she was confronted about the minority she was supposedly 'defending', she further mocked them & insulted them while acting like she was doing them a favour. the literal 'white woman's burden' on her dumb ass lmao.

you absolutely put it out right on why people would associate blake as a minority & would want to depict her as one because i'm sorry, twiins can use an out of context, 11 year old tweet by monty's horny ass all she likes but blake in the show is white. the show knows how to create asian characters, they know how to implement certain aspects to get that across with characters like ren, sun, sienna, bolin, etc. blake has none of that, she was written as a white character based mostly on her white, european voice actress. there is no asian erasure here & there never was, twiins is just too much of a dumbass to admit she was wrong & furthermore, that she was racist.

that's the long & short of it, she was racist. she pitted two minorities against each other, mocked them, insulted them, wrongly assumed that all dark skinned blakes were black when the submission she rejected was of blake as indian - japanese, & overall just acted like an authority where she had no right to. this was never her place to speak over actual poc & the fact she's not only misused terms like blackface & blackwashing, but that she refuses to reflect on any of her actions & just instead cried that she wanted to 'be educated' is disgusting. people were educating her, they were mostly civil where i personally thought they absolutely had the right to call her musty, dusty white ass out & yet she still played the victim. this was the exact same thing she did in the adam debacle when poc were trying to educate her on how her generalizing statements about the character were harmful because they ignored the racial aspect to his character & how the writer's racism influenced it.

i too hope this doesn't incite more hatred towards these groups. light & dark skinned asians, alongside black people, didn't need this when they're both just trying to bring light to their issues. thankfully it does seem like she got a fair amount of backlash to this but it shouldn't have had to be this way.

[daisylincs]

I kinda want to know what this Angsty Post-Hive Pregnancy for staticquake is about now...

Grace 😍😍😍 Hello, sweetheart, and, first of all, I am so sorry for letting this sit so long 🙈 But you know how things can get sometimes (s o c r a z y, right???) Anyway, yeah, I’m terribly sorry, but I’m also on break now (and very happy about it!!) so here I am to answer this question at long last.

And, my, what a question!

The (angsty) Post-Hive Pregnancy fic, which can currently be found at number 140 on my WIPs list, is actually one of my fondest and closest-to-home ideas - closest to home because, funnily enough, it was actually inspired by real-life events. 

To illuminate: as you know, I started watching AoS in the beginning of this year, during the lockdown, and joined the AoS fandom (and started to write fic, too, for the first time!!) in May. Now, right about in this time, one of my cousins got pregnant - and, yes, she’s going to be teased for all eternity about having a lockdown baby, lmao. But the thing is - she didn’t realise she was pregnant at first!!

I know it sounds ridiculously like a movie (or a fanfic, lmao) where they always think oh no, it’s just a bug - but in my cousin’s case, that really is what everyone thought. She had caught a pretty nasty case of flu, but, because it was the middle of lockdown and COVID highs, our doctor advised her not to go to the hospital unless absolutely necessary. So she didn’t - but she was on some pretty strong antibiotics at home, and those made her not only nauseous, but also exhausted all the time. 

Now, I don’t know how well you know your pregnancy symptoms, but those two things - nausea and fatigue - are pretty big indicators. However, none of us, my cousin least of all, clicked this, because we’d literally been warned that the drugs could have those exact side effects. So even when her symptoms continued a little longer than they should have, we remained clueless.

When we did finally realise, this got me thinking. Some withdrawal symptoms - especially the fatigue, dizziness and nausea thing - look a lot like pregnancy symptoms, and mistaking them, as my family had proved, was a very easy thing. So I thought: what if we put a recovering Daisy in a situation where she won’t be paying her own health much mind, and would anyway dismiss these symptoms as post-Hive?

Well, there’s an easy enough solve for that: figure out a way for Lincoln to not die, but still be in mortal danger when they got him back. Daisy, of course, would sit by his hospital bed for as long as needed - and, in her post-Hive state of mind, probably think she deserved the nausea/fatigue/dizziness etc. 

So that’s what the Post-Hive Pregnancy Fic is, basically! It follows a Daisy who isn’t taking care of herself at all, sitting by Lincoln’s bed day in and day out till he recovers - then, one day, when he does wake up, she can’t ignore the symptoms anymore... and also has the cold-shock realisation of “omg, when last did I have a period??” 

Yeah, so after that, the fic chronicles Daisy’s recovery after Hive just as much as it does her pregnancy - I drew on a lot of material from my post-Hive angst fic for that part, and I  have also badgered my poor cousin with endless pregnancy questions throughout the run of the year. 

And when I get the time, that’s exactly what I’m going to write: Daisy, post-Hive and full of angst, recovering slowly, and she and Lincoln both trying to improve themselves as much as possible to be the best parents they can for this baby. Which, of course, they’re keeping. Daisy, I believe, would never agree to give up her baby in any way, regardless of whether the pregnancy was an accident or not.

I even chanced upon the most perfect title for this thing the other day!! In one of those, light-bulb, oh-my-gosh-why-didn’t-I-see-this-before moments, I chanced to think that you can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight (you’ll be alright), which is from Ed Sheeran’s Small Bump, just describes everything I want absolutely perfectly. 

And there we are!! I hoped you liked this answer, Grace, and that it was at least a little bit worth the long wait 🙈🥰 Feel free to ask me more about my WIPs, or badger me for snippets/to actually write them, anytime you like!! Love you <333

[tamakisuwu]

— sketchbook. | shouto todoroki.

Shouto Todoroki X Gender Neutral! Artist! Reader

Summary : you start seeing shouto in the park everyday and start drawing him only to have him find your sketchbook.

Content : fluff, one shot

Warnings : none :D

so this request was adorable and its not excatly high school au since-- the first draft of this didn’t really work out so I apologize. honestly, when I saw this my heart was like “tf? this is adorable.” anyways-- I hope you enjoy like always! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

As a fellow artist, you loved exploring new places. Why? well-- whenever you explore a new place, you always drew the scenery so one day, you decided to visit the park that you used to visit when you were younger.

Walking over to the park, you could see at the distance that there wasn’t too many people. Sure, the park wasn’t the most popular place out there but you remembered it being so peaceful that you would always sketch the scenery when you were younger. You grinned to yourself as you arrived.

Everything was still the same. Trees standing tall, grass, which was still green as ever, a small fountain that stood in the middle, and your most favorite place of all, the bench that stood in front of the entrance.

You walked over to the bench, your art supplies in hand. You sat down, staring at the scenery before taking out your pencil. As you opened your sketchbook, looking at the scenery in front of you, you immediately started sketching out your work.

Smiling softly as you drew, your pencil softly gliding against the paper, you looked back up at the spants and some boots. What caught your interest the most was his hair and eyes.

cenery, immediately noticing the change of the scenery. You saw a man-- or a guy your age, he was wearing a light brown sweater, gray 

His hair had white on the right, while his left had a red color. You started sketching without even thinking, your pencil drawing the scenery as well as the man. You looked at him again, taking notice of his eyes, his eyes had a dual color- one gray and one blue but what caught your interest more was his scar. Still sketching while looking at the rather handsome man, his head turned slightly, catching your gaze.

Your eyes widened, cheeks going red as you looked down at your sketchpad ‘Great. he caught me-- he’s gonna think I’m a freak now.’ You thought before looking back at up to see him looking in another direction, making you sigh in relief, however his little action didn’t go unnoticed. He was drinking his water, looking down at his feet-- that looked so adorable. You drew again without thinking, this time on another page.

Finishing your drawing, you looked back up only to find the man-- gone. You tilted your head, wait, why were you thinking about him? You probably looked like a freak, drawing a random stranger out of nowhere. You looked down at your drawing, about to rip it off and throw it away but-- it was beautiful. It wasn’t your drawing that was beautiful, it was the man that was beautiful.

You sighed, closing your sketchbook. You wouldn’t throw your sketchbook away even though it looked creepy, drawing a random stranger out of nowhere. It just looked so beautiful. You stood up from the bench before walking away from the park, promising yourself that you would never draw a person or more specifically him. Or so you thought.

Well, you were so wrong about that, you see-- you ended up drawing that man a lot of times. He always went to that park to perhaps relax or something, basically anything he did, you would always draw him.

One day, however, you had a lot of things with you as you had just gone back from school, though going home, you immediately went to the park to relax after a stressful day. Not knowing that the man you always drew would be there.

Sitting down at your usual bench, you immediately noticed the man-- he looked more adorable than before? You shook your head, snapping out of your weird thoughts. Grabbing your sketchbook from your bag, you began to draw him and the scenery behind him. However, what you didn’t notice-- was the cat that took one of your belongings which was your ultimate weapon for your drawings. Your coloring pencil.

As you began to reach out for your colored pencil, your hand gently reaching out for the object, only to find-- nothing? you sighed rather loudly, realizing that you must’ve dropped it somewhere and that was your favorite coloring pencil! and not to mention the price. You stood up, not realizing that you’ve caught the attention of the red and white haired man. You began walking away to look for your pencil, leaving your sketchbook wide open on accident.

With you walking away, the man who was named Shouto Todoroki, observed you. It may have sounded creepy but since he was more of the observant type, he always observed you as he would always see you everyday, drawing. If he had to be honest, he was curious as to what you were drawing or what made you come back to the park to draw everyday? nobody knows except for you.

They all say curiousity kills the cat and thats excatly what happened with Shouto. Shouto found himself walking towards your sketchbook, your wide open sketchbook that showed your recent drawing of him-- wait him? picking up your sketchbook, Shouto’s eyes widened, his lips slightly parted as he flipped through the pages.

All the pages were-- beautiful. They weren’t the stickmans or some childish drawings, they were just beautiful. They all had details and color and everything blended in nicely, but what Shouto noticed the most was a man that looked like him or technically, him. Shouto gasped slightly, realizing that the man in the picture was him.

Shouto continued flipping throught the pages, not noticing you walking over to him. He was just so entranced with your drawings that everything around him just seemed to disappear. He didn’t find it creepy or anything, he was just left curious. Why did you draw him? out of all the people, why him? just the question ‘why’ was in his head until he heard a small and awkward cough.

He immediately turned his head to find the owner of the sketchbook, you, standing there with rosy cheeks and an embarrassed but awkward smile on your face. “Um.. Hey? I see you’ve um.. Seen my drawings” You say, awkwardly staring at your sketchbook, avoiding his eyes.

As for you, well, you felt like you were going to die out of embarrassment. I mean who wouldn’t? the person you draw literally was flipping through the pages to see drawings of himself. You closed your eyes tightly before bowing, making Shouto tilt his head slightly at your gesture. “I’m uh-- I’m really sorry for drawing you without your permission! If you want me to throw them away or sue me then go ahead! I-I.. I don’t mind. I’m just really sorry!” You said, still bowing while Shouto’s eyes widened at your apology.

You knew you were probably overreacting but still, the situation was just so awkward and embarrassing that you just did anything that could get you out which was apologizing. Still thinking to yourself, you felt a hand touch your shoulder, making you jump before looking up to see Shouto or the man you didn’t even know.

“Hey, its fine. You don’t need to apologize or anything, if anything, these drawings look amazing and if its alright.. I would like to be a model for you or something like that.” The man said, his cheeks going pink as he stared at you. Your brain was going in circles-- was he asking you out? no, no, no. He definitely wasn’t.

“I guess you could say I am?” The man asks, his head tilting slightly. You gasped, your cheeks going even more red. Oh god, were you saying your thoughts out loud-- “So whats your name? maybe we could catch up sometime and I can model for your drawings or so and my name’s Todoroki Shouto.” The man named Shouto says, cheeks still pink like yours. “l/n y/n and um-- sure! of course we can.” You say cheerfully, smiling widely at him.

You were still embarrassed, yeah sure but you were actually happy that a guy that you drew all the time would actually ask you out well-- sort of.

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You and Shouto grew closer and closer until one day, while you were drawing him-- he asked you out! and of course, you also gained feelings for the half and half boy so you said yes. You were shocked but happy as you two were now in a official relationship and you were happy as you could be.

And all this happiness came from that small little sketchbook and you were thankful for that.

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omg the ending probably sucks lmao. again I apologize if this isn’t the best-- I was busy this whole day and rushed the writing a bit, thats also the reason why its late so I apologize, I hope you can forgive your author hehe-- ANYWAYS, the next story will be a lil spicy as its nsfw so get ready ;) , also feel free to request as requests are open 💛💛💛

[milkchu]

❝anyway the wind blows❞ three.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

A/N: quite a long chapter here lmao. and this is where it all begins !!! happy reading! 💓

Warnings: Swearing, some suggestive themes.

{previous chapter} {next chapter}

“Don’t you think I sound like shit?” You huffed.

“No, it’s good,” Brian nodded.

“Can we try it again?” You looked over to RT.

“Sure, yeah,” RT replied, before you immediately left the room, “Sure, it’s your money.”

John, who was beside him, sighed, “Literally.”

You are mine I possess you,

I belong to you forever. . .

Ever. . .

After hearing the redone recording that part, everyone still looked quite unsure.

“Sounds a lot better,” John said.

“We need to get experimental.” Brian looked over to you.

You paced a bit before finally getting an idea, “Try bouncing us left and right for the ah-ah-ahs.”

RT puts his hand up in agreement before altering the recording.

You then faced back towards your boyfriend, who was sitting on the couch, then shot him a small smile.

You are mine I possess you,

I belong to you forever. . .

Ever. . .

You then point and sway your finger around in tune with eh ah-ahs, Your three other bandmates at the edge of their seats.

Brian stood up, “Now dead center for the last.”

“And blast it!” Roger also stands up, shooting a fist in the air.

Brian nods and smiles at the result as you put your hand on his shoulder and shot him an excited grin.

After that, it just went crazy.

Swinging the loudspeaker around while Brian played,

Roger drumming on multiple kitchen pots and kettles

Pretty sure RT was tired but he still went with it.

“Do we have time to stack a few more?” You leaned over the recording panel.

“The studio opens at eight, so we got thirty more minutes.” Before RT could even finish his sentence, you all went back inside the booth.

Roger drumming with coins on top,

Putting a tambourine and a maraca inside of a piano,

Oh, it was experimental, all right.

Little did you know, while you were all busy inside the booth,

“Oi, RT, who are these kids in the box?” A man in a well-dressed suit walked inside the room.

“Uh. . . a student band doing some weird stuff.” RT replied, clearly wanting to go home.

“How about demos? You got some?” The man stared at you lot in amazement.

RT let out a sigh, “Been up all night, mate.”

You were happy to say that finally making your ever first album was satisfying, but was a bitch to record, especially with your three lads, but you still loved them.

After some time, you decided to propose the idea of a new band name. Your bandmates felt iffy about it but after some puppy-eyes and screaming, they finally gave in.

You lie down on the bed, finally finished with the new design you drew for the band’s new name.

Matthew then comes out of the bathroom, buttoning his shirt, “So, the new name is Queen?”

“As in, Her Royal Highness,” You say in a ‘posh’ tone, “And because it’s outrageous, and I can’t think of anyone more outrageous than me.”

He then joins you in bed, “This is the most impractical bed,” Matthew chuckled.

You look up at the piano you placed above the mattress, reached up, and began playing a tune that’s been on your mind for a long time.

As you were playing, Matthew looked over to you and smiled, “That’s beautiful.”

After finishing the tune, you tilted your head, “Think it has potential.”

Matthew then looked over to you, and looked into your eyes.

You then leaned closer, capturing his lips in a kiss that was getting heated pretty quickly.

You then started to lean over him, before he pulled away gently.

“I’m going to be late!” He let out a soft laugh. You smirked, and got off him.

Looking over to Matthew, who was putting on the rest of his clothes in front of the mirror, you couldn’t help but wonder,

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” You pondered out loud.

Matthew then looked over to you through the mirror’s reflection and gave you one of his smiles that sends your heart beating so fast.

Then came the day of your birthday, also the first time you will meet Matthew’s mother, who was deaf and mute.

You also invited your three best friends along. Roger bringing a random girl, of course.

Currently, his mother was telling a story about when Matthew was a child, even though he was protesting against it.

Matthew then interpreted what his mother was signing, “When I was a little boy, I used to run around the house and hide and she couldn’t find me.”

Your uncle smiled at her little story before she ended it, “Clever boy.” Matthew finished.

Brian, on the other hand, let out a small chuckle at Matthew’s mother’s story.

“Please tell your mother it’s nice to meet her,” You turned to your boyfriend.

Matthew nodded, “I have.”

“Then thank her for the lovely birthday cake,” You said, before Matthew replied again, “I have.”

“Then tell her his son’s an epic shag,” You whispered, sending your boyfriend a small cheeky smile.

Matthew’s smile then disappeared at your provocative comment, “(Y/N), she can read lips.”

You paused, then looked over to his mother, who looked like she definitely knew what you said to her son.

Your aunt then decided to break the uncomfortable silence, “Matthew, I can’t tell you how long I have waited for (Y/O/N) to bring home a nice lad like you.”

Matthew, along with your bandmates, looked at you in confusion in the mention of your real name.

“(Y/O/N)?” Matthew said, as confusion crossed his face.

“Did (Y/O/N) not tell you she was born in (Country)?” Your aunt asked.

Matthew then turned to you, “No, she did not.”

Your aunt sent you a disapproving gaze before she left the table to God knows where.

“I thought (Y/N) was born in London?” John asked.

“Oh, she was, at the age of eighteen.” Poppy jested, leaning over to you with a smug smile.

“Shut up,” You hit her shoulder softly.

Your aunt then came back with a huge photo album, “Here are some pictures.”

Oh shit, you know where this is going.

“Auntie...” You protested, “Auntie, Auntie, Auntie,” You stood up, trying to take the photo album away from her.

Matthew, along with your bandmates nodded in excitement, “Yes, please!”

When Matthew finally got a hold of the photo album, you sighed in defeat before your uncle started talking about how you moved to London, a story you’ve heard a million times so you just left the table and went straight for the nearby piano.

Matthew smiled at the many pictures of you when you were little.

While everyone was looking through them, Brian found a peculiar picture that sparked his interest.

It was a picture of you as a child, watching a woman perform in front of a relatively large crowd from what seemed to be backstage or the side of a stage.

Brian then showed the picture to your aunt, who was beside him, “What is this picture?”

Your aunt then turned to him, finally taking a look at the picture.

She was a bit hesitant, because this picture contained a very sensitive topic to it, especially to your family, but decided to tell Brian about it before she got interrupted by your uncle.

“That’s (Y/O/N)’s mother,” Your uncle started, the air getting a bit tense at the topic, “My sister, she died in a terrible car accident when (Y/O/N) was only eight years old.”

Brian then shook his head, feeling sorry, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Your aunt then decided to lighten the air, “She was a singer, a very good one at that! One of the best voices I’ve ever heard.”

You swore you felt your chest ache a little bit when they started to tell more about your mother to your friends.

“Happy birthday to me,” You began singing whilst playing the piano.

Happy birthday to me,

Happy birthday, Miss Mercury!

Happy Birthday to me!

Poppy then propped her elbow against the table, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Mercury?”

You then looked to the lot, “No looking back,” and back to your front, eyes coincidentally landing on a portrait of your mother, “Only forward.”

“So, now the family name’s not good enough for you?” Your uncle chastised.

Your aunt then tried to reason with him, “It’s just a stage name.”

“No, it’s not. I changed it legally, got a new passport and everything.” You disputed, in an almost monotone voice.

The air definitely became even more tense than it did before, your friends exchanging uncomfortable gazes.

To lighten the air, Matthew decided to chime in, “Poppy, how old were you here?” He pointed at a picture of you and little Poppy.

“Oh, I don’t know, it was before (Y/N) went off to boarding school,” Your cousin smiled.

“I sent (Y/O/N) away to make a proper behaved girl of her,” Your uncle began, “She was too wild and unruly, but what good did it do? Good thoughts, good words, good deeds.”

You internally rolled your eyes, and decided to sing and play more to sound him out, “I come from London town.”

Poppy then looked at her father with a frown, before running to the telephone when it started ringing.

“You can’t get anywhere pretending to be someone you’re not!” Your uncle’s voice raised.

You just continued singing until your cousin called you over, “(Y/N) Mercury. Phone call,” She gave you a smile.

You stopped playing, before walking over to the phone, “Quite like the sound of that.”

“(Y/N) tells me you’re some sort of a scientist?” Your aunt asked your curly-haired friend.

“Astrophysics, actually.” Brian said, as-a-matter-of-factly.

John then pointed over to Roger, “He’s a dentist.”

“I was never a dentist.” Roger replied.

“He’s a dentist,” John nodded to Brian.

Roger then rolled his eyes at his friend’s joke before turning to your cousin, putting at arm behind her chair.

“Poppy, what are you doing later?” Roger asked, softly.

“Homework,” Poppy answered, eyebrows furrowing at his sudden question.

Your uncle then cleared his throat, your other bandmates looking at the blond drummer in disapproval.

“I was just making conversation.”

“I see,” Hanging up the phone, you slowly walked back to the table, “I have an announcement.”

Everyone immediately stopped their own conversations and turned to look at you.

“One of the A&R men...from EMI saw us recording,” You began, “Gave our demo to John Reid.”

A smile began to appear on your lips, “He looks after Elton John.”

Your bandmates immediately became overwhelmed at the news, putting their hands to their mouths in shock.

“Mr. Reid wants to meet us, and possibly even manage us.” You grinned at your bandmates.

Everyone was having a positive reaction except for your uncle, who placed his hand on the picture Brian asked about.

Before you know it, you were walking through a building with an unusual white leather jacket that you found while shopping with Poppy.

Opening the glass doors, your eyes landed on a three familiar heads of hair, seated on a table.

As you walked over to them, Brian immediately commented, “Wow!”

“I didn’t know it was fancy dress, (Y/N)?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

You grinned and did a little twirl, “I’ve got to make an impression, darling.”

“You look like an angry lizard,” Brian jested, making your two other bandmates laugh.

“It’s your best work,” John said, as you took your seat.

“Very subtle,” Brian nodded, before John added, “You gonna fly away?”

Brian just gave you the cutest smile, chuckling at your boldness.

“Can I borrow it for Sunday church?” John joked, before a man suddenly took his seat at the other end of your table.

Realizing it was John Reid, all of you immediately adjusted your jackets, readying yourself.

He looked over to all of you, “So, this is Queen,” Then pointed a finger at you, “And you, must be (Y/N) Mercury. You’ve got a gift, you all have.”

“So, tell me, what makes Queen any different from all the other wannabe rock stars that I meet?” Mr. Reid asked.

“I’ll tell you what it is,” You began, “We’re four misfits, who don’t belong together, playing to the other misfits...”

Brian smiled and nodded at your statement before you continued, “The outcasts right at the back of the room who are pretty sure they don’t belong either.”

You then gestured your two fingers, “We belong to them.”

Reid nodded, immediately impressed.

“We’re a family,” Brian said, before Roger added, “But no two of us the same.”

Another man then put down a tea cup in front of Reid, “Paul,” He said.

“Paul Prenter, meet Queen… our new signing.” Reid gestured towards you all.

You all then looked at each other in disbelief before Reid continued, “Paul will be looking after your day-to-day.”

“Pleasure,” Paul nodded towards you all, his gaze, however stopping at you in particular.

“If I can get you on the radio, maybe, I can get you on television,” Reid said, before Roger added, “Top of the Pops?”

“Hopefully,” Reid responded before you twirled your finger, “And then?”

Reid scoffed, “And then? It’s only the biggest television program in the country, no one’s even heard of you.”

“Look, I admire your enthusiasm. If it goes well, if it happens, I’ve got a promotional tour in Japan in mind,” Reid explained.

You tilted your head, “We’ll want more.”

“Every band wants more,” Reid replied, before John decided to fire back,

“Every band’s not Queen.”

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[the-canine-king]

i answered all 50 questions in that oc question post

note: i'm only talking about the ones i made lol i was gonna link them all the character’s names to their profiles but that shit’s way too much work so: https://toyhou.se/CanineKing/characters/folder:all/tags:1/tagged:Original

1. Your first OC ever? hmm, there's probably two answers 1) an unnamed character who was basically a fantasy dressed fox kemono boy. do you remember playing a game as a kid where you look out the window in a car and you imagine someone doing sick parkour beside your car? he was the character i imagined (there was also a whole other story i dreamt up where i was some long lost princess from other world and he was gonna save me from this one but that's a whole other thing) he's technically a character i thought of but never thought of anything beyond that, i don't think i ever drew him either 2) 4 (maybe 5) characters i made in middle school where it was about these characters that come from families that can bend one particular element, and they're all friends on school trying to get used to their passed down powers and also be basically kid superheroes. i drew them out and gave them names, but i never wrote anything beyond that, but they were definitely ones that i would call my first actual written ocs 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? -looks at ace, eliott, and mel- no 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? yup! before i wasn't so big on the adopt thing, but i turned into a fan w/ collecting designs and writing a lil story for them! i adopted 38 characters, and one other that's currently still in the process of trade :P (and unfortunately trying to purge some away) 4. A character you rarely talk about? unfortunately that'd be a lot of characters bc i'm super focused on drawing ace/ mel smooching for the 548787th time 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? i'd probably make it eliott bc who else doesn't love a cute, shy, goat boy on the internet 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? ...... i can't think of any lmao 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? i literally only make ocs to make stories so 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! nah i can't do rp stuff :'D 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? honestly, not really if i made them lol but i guess i can if i'm not attatched to them and such, so if i just made a design and offered them up then yeah i can trade them (unless i love their design lol) 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? even thought i haven't fully drawn my plans for his outfit, azazel would be the most complicated in my standards 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? me personally, i'd say eliott bc that baby boy is trying his best story wise, either thorne or lucas (but totally lucas since thorne is a liar at heart) 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot TOO MANY AUGH the very first oc i fell in love with but was forever homes was like a fantasy setting character that was an adventurer and had eagle legs/ other features w/ banging colours but other than that too many others 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? again, a lot, i guess. bc they mostly fall into that trope? aiden (even though he's trying to be a better person), damien, eve, hugh (in a way), jack, ollie, ricky, roman, and wyatt 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory uhhhh, hard to choose, i don't have any more bc i haven't written their backstories yet lol - growing up as a theif his whole life to support him and his mother, accidentally kills someone after an awakening of powers and is had to run from his hometown - growing up being shadowed over and forced to be someone that they're not, only to get their hubris get to them, causing themselves and others get hurt and can't even remember the person they loved - growing up w/ betrayal after betrayal she closed herself off, but they met someone and slowly opened up and accidentally fell in love w/ them, only later getting caught and fell from grce, then only to find the person they trusted before not remember them - after being caught on what seemed to be a fatal accident, gets rescured from a miraculous surgery, but he's slowly forgetting what he looks like and who he was every passing second - two people close to each other, only to end up w/ betrayal and lies 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? absolutely but if they ask me something i haven't planned yet i'm just "UHHH" 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 17. Any OC OTPs? nah ace/ mel is my notp :/ anyways if it's couples in general then: - ace/ mel - lucas/ darla - kaiko/ caspian - + a bunch of the parents in the monster family story - damon/ ollie (okay i'm really not planning for them to be together, but they cute u.u) - jebediah/ demon boyfriend - gunther/ harem - nadiya/ her girlfriend which i still haven't decided if i want her to be like a princess or a traveling swordsman of sorts) - the chimera girl i designed/ her human girlfriend - the fallen god/ mercenary 18. Any OC crackships? uhh i actually don't know :V anyone of the people listed  being w/ someone else would be a crackship? idk every other pairing i know i wouldn't like lol 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) i guess eliott! i guess also catherine, ricky, comet, and/ or captain since they were my fist group of ocs i wrote a bit about, but i think eliott means a lot more bc he was the one that got me thinking more about ocs  :> 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? for some reason i feel like rosa would be a singer? va hc would be someone w/ a strong husky voice and she would probably sing really well in kind of old slow songs you hear in old bars i also thought maybe lillie could sing too, but they’d usually be softer songs or lullabies to calm herself down it’d be nice/ cool to write for fallen god to be able to sing as well, and maybe the mercenary too so they can have nights signing together. maybe fallen god can sing songs that are in their own god language or whatever, and mercenary can watch in awe there may be others but i can’t think of them rn/ they might be charas i haven’t fully made yet 21. Your most artistic OC lmao it’s a bunch of ocs that i haven’t developed my ocs enough for me to know so let’s skip i guess 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? i mean, people get some stuff wrong about my ocs sometimes but they’re usually so small that i really don’t care about it lol 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? hmm they relatively stayed the same personality wise but i assure you everyone’s changed from their initial drawing of them 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? that's. a really hard choice actually lol bc i wanna be hugged by one of the parents in the monster family story i made, but i also wanna hang out w/ the characters that i can comfortably hang out w/ lol 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) everyone’s got a bit of shared piece of themselves w/ their ocs don’t they? 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? against my will? i can’t think of anything that i changed against my will so no :V 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? the only two i can come up rn are: alistair (devil wears a suit and tie) and rosa (o, raven) 28. Your most dangerous OC? i guess the chimera girl i made since she’s trying to fit in the modern life? i mean i still haven’t thought of her story yet but i know she Angery 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? ace, aiden, maybe keaton 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? mel, eva, roy 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) eliott: landscape stuff, muted colours, mystical content here and there ace: default theme, memes, probably has a side blog that’s more of an aesthetic blog mel: super aesthetic blog, romance themed 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? literally anyone in the renegade group i could’ve said anyone in the hunters group but they’re all fucking idiots (lee would be more closer to the renegade’s level tho) 33. Your shyest OC? eliott, roy, audrey, fallen god 34. Do you have any twin characters? i literally want to design twin ocs just to have twin ocs jdshfkjsdf 35. Any sibling characters? audrey, dylan, and elle + eve and juno + ace and jack 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? nah not really lol 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human ?? i barely have human characters in the first place, unless this one means humanoid :V 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? iiiii can’t think of anyone other than the two parents i thought of that i’m planning to be dance teachers lmao 39. Introduce any character you want i haven’t drawn them yet but fallen god and mercenary are two unnamed characters that i recently started thinking of where fallen god falls from the heavens and looses their sight, and the merc runs from their past meet and they team up together w/ the merc being fallen god’s eyes and the fallen go being their protector 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! i guess it;s just sentimental ones like, first ocs, first compliments, first art/ fic of them, etc. 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) YEAH AND EVERYONE DRAWS THEM CUTER THAN I DO (well i mean these were from freebies, art trades/ games, and gifts but still) please check out ace’s other’s art gallery and eliott’s other’s art gallery, bc they have the most of them (bc i ask for them a lot lol) 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? whoever in middle school age i guess 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess big n beefy, jokesters, heart of gold 44. Something you like about your OCs in general that i made them all (well of course not the adopted kids) 45. A character you no longer use? everyone every time i don’t focus on their story anymore than i used to ;;;; 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? fortunately no, and i hope no one does and it’d stop to others bc wow that’s rude as hell 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? okay literally the first time i made eliott, everyone i knew wanted to adopt him as their kid lol 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure eliott, parker, elle (i love all of them tho :’D) 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes ace, roman, ricky, aiden, dylan, eva, ollie 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want i love all of my babes okay good night

[imagine-overwatching]

Untitled pt.1 | Demon!Gabriel

Prompt: After a near-death experience, Character A has had a literal veil lifted from their eyes. Now, Character A can see the magical world that has been living within the human world. For example their significant other…well Character A’s significant other looks a lot like some type of demon.

A/N: This is my first fic for the ow imagine community so RIP sorry if characterization is a bit off. As well I know I switch tenses half way through, but yo, I wrote this a year ago. This is part 1 of this story, which doesn’t have a name lmao

Warnings: Car crash, mentions of death

One could argue that the moment you died, the beginning of your life had started.

It had been a rainy Sunday morning then— the kind where, save for a few brave souls no one bothered to get dressed opting instead to laze around in their pajamas. The sky had been particularly dark and the drops of water seemed to not drizzle, but pour, creating a steady pitter patter against your window.

Suffice to say all you had wanted to do was stay inside and keep warm, but as far as fate would have it, it wanted you out. This was confirmed when having checked the contents of your fridge an hour earlier, you knew the moment your stomach started to grumble you were royally fucked

So it was with great trepidation that you donned your most comfy pair of jeans and procured a large oversized hoodie that you finally felt ready to face the world outside.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” you muttered while putting on your shoes, “go out later I said, it’ll be fine I said. Fine my ass.” You were half way out the door before you stopped to remember and bring your apartment keys along with an umbrella. That would have be tragic. Such a momentary lapse in thought however made you aware of your neighbor exiting his apartment the same time as you.

“Shitty day to be going outside,” you noted making sure to avoid eye contact with him. A quiet hum was all you got in return.

Well, at least he acknowledged your presence.

—

In the short time you had been the neighbor of one Gabriel Reyes, tenant of apartment number 666, you knew exactly three things.

One, you had no idea what the hell he did for a living. It wasn’t as though it was common for you to know your neighbors occupation, but some nights when you would get back from a late shift at work you would hear pained grunts.

The first time you had heard him your face flushed, having not been able to tell the difference between pain and pleasure. You covered your mouth quickly but before you could quietly recede to your room to pretend you hadn’t heard him, you noticed the blood on the floor.

It was not surprising that your first reaction was to whisper-shout, “What the fuck,” but apparently you hadn’t been quiet enough. His grunts came to a cease and it was only after several minutes of you standing silently (In fear? Worry?) that you could then faintly hear him once more.

You would have dismissed such an occasion if it hadn’t been for the fact that not a week later the same thing happened.

This time however you were prepared. Without missing a beat you retreated into your apartment, grabbed your first aid kit, and made your way next door. You were determined to see to it he was cared for.

However, the closer you drew near the louder the growl from behind the door became. You swore the whole complex was shaking, but still you persisted.

Stopping in front of his door you put a hand on the door knob. Your heart thumped with an unknown wariness you hadn’t been aware of. The feeling of eyes watching you from every corner, blacked out as it was, only grew as the seconds passed by.

Instead of opening the door as you had planned on doing previously you simply set your kit down and coughed to clear your throat.

“Mr. Reyes, I’m your uh neighbor.  I left my first aid kit out here in case you know . . . . you need it.”

Silence. The rumbling stopped, and blood rushed to your cheeks wondering if he would perceive your gift to be invasive or nosy.

“I’m gonna go now, but um feel free to knock on my door if you need anything. I’m apartment number six-six-four.”

After the third time you left your kit at his door (always returned the next morning with some supplies missing) the tension seemed to completely dissipate. Whenever you went to his door the sense of forbiddance no longer lingered like a shadow. In fact, the the hints of injury and the regularity of his excursions only grew with time.

You questioned why that would be, but more importantly you began to wonder what the hell your neighbor was up to.

At first you at thought it was him being reckless and picking fights in his free time, but having seen him on occasion you quickly threw that thought out of your mind.

He was intimidating, yes, but he didn’t look as though he would willingly pick fights for the sake of it. Mr. Reyes seemed like the type of man who’d win simply by looking at his opponent — oozing calm confidence and a stern exterior.

So that left his job, as the only possible reason as to why it happened to frequently.  What it was, you had no idea and quite frankly you were just a bit afraid to know.

Still, you had your suspicions.

-

The second thing you knew about him was that he had a very nice voice, especially when he was spoke in his native tongue.

Again it had been an accident when you first heard him, but it did not surprise you to hear his voice carrying a weight dark and gravely.

He had been on the phone talking in English but having seen you enter the lobby he had quickly switched to Spanish.

“Solo asegúrate de que está hecho,” — (Just make sure it’s done.)

You felt bad for eavesdropping. Especially since you could understand what he was saying, but you acted as though you were oblivious to him and his conversation.

-

The third and final fact you knew about him happened to be that he was a great cook. great cook.

You happened upon that intimate tidbit in a series of unfortunate events (which consisted of late night work shifts and ever surmounting bills to pay). Regardless of that it was a shock to you when he had suddenly dressed you after weeks of being non-verbal.

“Get in here,” He had ordered.

You had the unsettling feeling that perhaps you should say “Yes, sir” in response but luckily you hadn’t and spared yourself the embarrassment.  

Upon entering his home,and eating his food however you were positively overjoyed to know that he made a mean carne adovada.

Dinner was a quiet affair, both of you eating in awkward silence. You, not sure if you should try and come up with a conversation, and him simply not acknowledging your presence.

After you were done with your meal however you asked a question that had been on your mind since the first bite, “Can I take some of this home with me?”

He gave you a look that said nothing, but after a minute of silence he opened his cabinet doors to take out a plastic container, and put whatever was left of the dinner back into it. You closed your eyes in relief and thanked God you were allowed to live.

“Bring it back when you’re finished.”

“Of course, Mr. Reyes . . . .”

He actually gave you an eye roll at this to which you could only huff in annoyance. Sure he may be dark and brooding but manners were important nonetheless.

“Gabriel,” he finally spoke. You nodded your head and gave him your name before he arched an eyebrow in response. “I knew that.”

Alarm bells began to ring in your head and you looked down at your fingers to make sure they were still in focus. Okay so he hadn’t drugged you, that was a good sign.

Gabriel sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, “Your name, it’s on your mailbox. Right next to mine.”

“Oh.”

He didn’t respond after that so you took it as your cue to leave, making sure to carry the large container carefully.

“Well um thank you,” you said before exiting his apartment. The only response you got was a nod of his head and a grunt.

You returned next week to give his container back only for him to invite you over for dinner once more. Did you really look that malnourished?

- -

The chime of the elevator brought you back from your memories and it took you a second to realize Gabriel was waiting for you to enter. Hurriedly you walked in, embarrassed he caught you daydreaming.  He pressed the button to the lobby, and then the elevator began to move.

“You’re going out in this weather?” The sudden question startled you and made you wonder if the weather was affecting your senses.

“I need to buy food for dinner.”

“Was my cooking not — “ he sounded hurt having fed you only the night prior, but before he could continue you interrupted him.

“I um, already ate it.”

“I see,” he paused and looked at you with what seemed to be mirth in his eyes. “I’m glad you enjoyed it so much, conejito.”

Your face flushed slightly as the elevator doors opened. You had just admitted you ate the whole fucking container in one night. But it was so good that despite how much you wanted to be sorry about it you simply couldn’t.  

Gabriel walked behind you, a soft laugh carrying its way through the echoing lobby. You gave him a small smile as you began to open your umbrella, prepared to face the weather outside.

“Come have dinner with me again, it’s raining quite heavily out there.” his voice asked, voice smooth and inviting.

You gave a short laugh, “Oh don’t worry!” You opened the umbrella up now, hip pushing the door open, “The grocery store is just a block away and I would hate to be a bother again.Thank you for the offer though!” With that you spun around and descended the concrete steps onto the sidewalk before he could convince you otherwise.

And you knew he could.

In truth you felt badly taking his food every week. Always hungrily chowing down on whatever was in front of you, no grace or eloquence to be seen. He probably thought you were some charity case, a person he felt sorry for and felt the need to help nourish.

You huffed, not quite sure how you felt about that.

Regardless you kept going back, each time with the intention of simply giving back his container but always leaving with another filled with his food. You just couldn’t stop.

So preoccupied with your thoughts however, you hadn’t noticed the car behind hydroplaning into the sidewalk, or the shout of a familiar voice screaming your name to move.

In fact, after the car crashed into the pole pinning you against it, you hadn’t noticed anything at all.

[denouxments]

dylan minnette. cismale. he/him. — did you see { alex mercier }, i haven’t seen the { twenty-one } year old in a while! you know, they’re a { musician }, and have been living in jersey city for { twenty-one years }. some say they're { cynical & indecisive }, but i think they're { generous & talented }. regardless, i’m glad { alex } is here.

backstory

aaaaaand in the door to the right we have trash son #2, alex !! ( woo ! ahh ! ) you can find his dossier page HERE, his biography does not exist yet ( i’m gonna kick my own ass ), and there is a pinterest board for him HERE.

ok so boy is a middle child through and through LOL. his dad is a writer who also works as an english professor at new york university, meanwhile his mom works in human services helping people who have fallen off their track in life and stuff.

alex is essentially a male carbon copy of his mom in appearance but his personality is 100% his dad’s lmao

his siblings are a wanted connection !

also his household includes a deaf cat named shrimp that alex literally fished out of a gutter when he was 14. she’s his baby despite the fact that he’s mildly allergic to both cats AND shrimp ( i r o n i c ). here’s the instagram of the cat i’m saying she looks like

real mundane middle class life. there have been highs and lows like any other family, but there’s no tragedy here folks ! that comes later and has nothing to do with his family !

his dad was really into rock music and playing the drums when he was younger cuz wow the 80s and really wanted at least one of his kids to have good taste in music, so he kept the drum set and all the old records despite the fact that they were just collecting dust in the garage . . . until alex came along !

first was the drums, then it was the guitar, then it was being dual-enrolled in both the band and choir classes, and then, finally, it was starting his own band with 2 friends at only 11 years old

his dad got real lucky cuz alex clearly loved music, and he considers the 80s to be legendary. 

i'm gonna revisit his music in a moment cuz we gotta start getting into the tragedy that i mentioned ! so alex was like a really chill dude when high school started. he was a bit of a pretentious hipster bitch, but he was chill. he didn’t really say no to things ? like if something or someone just fell into his lap, he’d roll with it and didn’t really think too much about the consequences ? he was a big stoner and lost his virginity and probably way too young of an age because of it. he just didn’t really Care too much lol

he was essentially that quiet stoner that played his guitar in the courtyard and didn’t pay much attention to anything going on around him 

. . . unless he overheard you talking about something that was stupid or he didn’t agree with. then he’d butt in to be like “l o l that’s wrong !”

then he met molly ! if you’ve read chloe’s intro for bobbi you know molly ! we love molly ! molly was cute in that girl-next-door way and she was funny with good taste. it was hard for alex not to fall in love with her, really. they were friends first before they started dating, and it was through her that he met all of his current ride-or-die friends. he had never been good at making them, so she was a blessing for his social life. she was amazing. he loved her, his parents loved her, they were good. she was good and then she was gone. just like that. a car accident in which she wasn’t even the driver.

to say the loss devastated him would be an understatement. he shut down completely. he stopped hanging out with friends, stopped playing guitar in the courtyard; his presence in class was like that of a ghost. nobody ever knew what to say to alex before, and it was twice as true now. he just sort of Existed for the remainder of junior year, throwing himself into his studies instead of ever really taking the Time to Deal with it all.

it really hit him like a truck when summer hit and it was at this point that his parents forced him to start seeing a therapist.

his therapist recommended he use his band and music as an outlet, since that seemed to be his healthiest coping mechanism. ( see, i told you we’d get back to that ! ) taking this advice, he threw himself headfirst into it. like, he got really into his band. it’d been a bit of a hobby between friends before, and sometimes they worked small gigs, but now alex was also trying to produce them on a bigger scale. this helped him through his grief tremendously, especially because if felt like he was doing molly proud.

alex was 18 and had graduated when all this hard work paid off. after releasing a self-made ep entitled after molly, the band started gaining some serious traction. we’re talking getting featured on spotify’s indie hits lists and their fanbase skyrocketing in size from the couple hundred monthly listeners it had been. suddenly they were getting booked sold out indie gigs left and right all across the manhatten area. it was nuts and it is still nuts. they even have a well demanded

they’ve put out a 2nd ep since the initial takeoff and are now working on a full blown album ! exciting !

so, yeah, that’s definitely an exciting exchange for being utterly heartbroken i suppose. its been years since molly passed now, so he’s okay now for the most part. he still gets sad sometimes, and he still has all the pictures they took together and all the cheesy playlists they made for each other saved. she’s always gonna be the first girl he was ever in love with,, and i don’t think he’s yet to have a serious relationship since her, but don’t worry about him just being a clay jensen 2.0. my boy is faaaar from that and he’s had his grace period, y’know ? he good.

personality

fuuuucking hiiiiipster buuuuullshiiiit ! coffee and vinyl aesthetic all day bby. will call out your shit taste in music

loves to debate and argue semantics. will always play devils advocate even if he agrees with you 100%. also will go on for hours about the political climate and existence if you accidentally get him there

a bit antisocial. he doesn’t really know how to, like, approach people ? and then when people approach him he has a tendency to rub people the wrong way with his lackluster people skills

tries to go to parties and bars and stuff sometimes because that’s Normal, right ?

a ride or die pal when you do manage to befriend him though ! would drop e v e r y t h i n g for his friends and loves to spoil them relentlessly. the type to randomly show up at your house in his 3,000 year old mustang and take you to lunch or just go driving. 

big ole hufflepuff

he’s not really that super free spirit that he was before molly passed. now he actually cares a more about his actions to the point of being lowkey paranoid, honestly. like he’s always wanted tattoos but he constantly second guesses what he wants to get cuz he doesn’t wanna be the guy that got a shitty tattoo, y’know ? so he hasn’t done it at all

cynical boyyyyy. he’s one of those guys that’s like “i’m a realist, not a pessimist”. definitely doesn’t have a whole lot of faith in others outside of his friends and family. will always assume the worst out of people and question their motives

thinks of himself as really boring. not in a self deprecating way, but a factual way

hobbies include music, video games ( he does streams of him being shit at pubg on twitch sometimes ! ), watching movies ( horror specifically is a favorite ), sitting on his roof at 3am to look at the sky, going on walks when there’s nothing else to do, and aggressively frowning when his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere

seriously he really enjoys horror. halloween is his favorite holiday even though he isn’t really big on candy or dressing up. he just thinks the spooky aesthetic is real fun and its cool to see what everyone else is doing

he’s a skeptic on all things supernatural so all you boogaras better snatch him up !!

i drew this expression doodle page that honestmeme sums up his personality pretty well ( it is messy so plz be kind . . . )

connections

his bandmates is a given. i just need 2 others , , , any gender any fc. i have a wc for it.

either of his 2 siblings . . . another wc

any music friends tbh

rival musicians ? yes

people he just doesn’t get along with in general. he’s a pretentious snot so its pretty easy

unlikely friends ( probably someone super idealistic and bubbly )

childhood friends

he hasn’t had a serious relationship since molly so maybe someone he’s kinda into and that’s kinda into him but they taking it REAL slow

on the off hand some exes from him trying to see if he was ready to date again and just wasn’t

someone he debates with a lot. friends or not, they’re just really fun to banter back and forth with

horror night movie buddies !!

gets blazed w/ him on the roof in the middle of the night rambling about if ants have a conscious

he’s got his own place but a roommate or 2 would be nice !

anything anything anything. he’s constantly finding himself in bizarre situations that he just rolls with so long as it doesn’t leave a bad butterfly effect. hmuuuuuu and we can brainstorm

[jihwcn-blog]

hi pals!!! i’m holly and i’m from the gmt+8 timezone (which is the worst i s2g, like every god damn intro post i’ve made would have me swearing at my timezone because it’s literally the worst) so i’m usually up when you’re asleep and asleep when you all are alive and wild. but that doesn’t stop me from waking up at 4 for events before so, my timezone can come at me all it wants tbh. below the cut are some points about jihwan!! i apologize if it’s messy?? and if it’s a bit long?? but i’ve separated it in into small little categories so you can skip all the boring parts and be selective on those you wanna read. but yeah!!! hmu for plots or just like this and i will come to you?? i’ve got some brief ideas on connections below but i love to brainstorm and such!!

family background

the oldest and the only son of the kim family (so the pressure’s on for him lmao)

with that said, he’s jia’s older brother

don’t fuck with her cause if you do he will come at you!!! he’s very protective of his family!!

his dad’s a prominent surgeon which plays a huge role in jihwan’s life because he literally grew up wandering around the hospital and high key yelling at how much he wants to be like his father!!

he grew up in california, but moved to new york when he was 13; out of his father getting a better job offer

comes from a very close knitted family of four

even though he’s born in america, his parents always reminded him of his roots and they’re quite korean-oriented

he loves his family very much and aims to do everything in his power to make them all proud of him

he also hopes that he could repay back all the good his parents had given him and hopefully see his little sister grow up to a beautiful woman he has always seen her to become

he cannot bear upsetting his parents and knowing that they have already drew out his life for him the second he had made up his mind of his ambition when he was younger, he feels obligated to stick to it even though he changed his mind the more he grew.

his academics and sports + his fear with swimming

jihwan’s the type of guy who’s great all round tbh

he was one of the best students in his year and he’s always scoring high grades

in addition to that, he grew into becoming a well known athlete around his high school earning a reputation he didn’t ask for

frankly he’s an introvert but with his social status and popularity growing, he was pushed into behaving like an extrovert

he’s great at all sports, especially basketball and soccer

he doesn’t know how to swim tho. that’s one of his weakness and his worst nightmare

he actually has a trauma from swimming as he experienced a terrible accident where he almost drowned during a pool party back when he was relatively young. back when he wasn’t taught how to swim

after that incident he would get nightmares and wake up in cold sweat dreaming about drowning and suffocating. he still can’t swim?? i mean he doesn’t mind dipping his feet into water, but anything above his waist he will literally freak out.

so anyway, back to sports. he’s an athlete??

i mean, his sister’s an athlete too and they would always just play together and train together when they were young

he would always be chosen as the leader of the team, because he has strong leadership skills and is the best player so i mean?

he realized that he really enjoy playing sports and began to consider it as a career when he was 15. but as he grew older, and with his father determined to make him the doctor he wanted to be come when he was young, he struggled in juggling his full focus on both academics and sports.

at first he followed his heart and began to take sports seriously, but during this time, his grades were slowly slipping, which caught his father’s attention.

eventually he had to choose and without wanting to disappoint his father, he chose the road he promised his parents he would pursue. he began to shift his focus towards his academics; his activity on the field eventually decreasing.

no one knows (apart from his sister) that he actually got an offer to be trained as a professional athlete and to actually pursue his dream. he didn’t tell his parents as he knew it would disappoint them so he sort of just declined the offer and kept it in between his sister and himself.

he no longer is as active as he wishes to be in sports

he still works out and all that, but he hardly plays anymore. it’s just books and research for him now

personality

okay so like i said before he’s an introvert

he was pushed into behaving like an extrovert

but sometimes it’s a bit too hard for him so he would lie to his friends and tell them that he can’t hang out cause he’s got a big family dinner to attend when really, it’s just him in bed watching movies, reading a book or just studying lmao.

the most important thing to remember is that he keeps a lot of his emotions to himself

he often comes off a an easy going person and he is tbh, but he has a lot of things going on and there’s a lot of on-going self conflicts in his head

he thinks way too much for his own good tbh. he over thinks constantly and worries a bit too much

he’s currently working his way up to be a hematologist and though he loves the idea of saving lives, he doesn’t know that the exact opposite ruins him

this career he’s pursuing it causes him some what emotional damage

as he is currently under medical training, and is under-studying a hematologist (one of his father’s close friends) he meets up and checks up on a lot of patients 

and what usually happens is that he forms a certain attachment to them which eventually takes a toll on him when they pass away

instead of letting out that pain, jihwan would keep it to himself; repress them and bottle it all up

sometimes he kinda cries to himself because he can’t handle the attachment he built and how quickly it was taken away from him

overall, this career hurts him way too much but he’s still pursuing it out of wanting to save lives and not wanting to disappoint his father

apart from him constantly repressing his feelings jihwan is the type of guy who feels a bit too much

but he never says anything about it only because he doesn’t want to come off a bit too strong

he’s actually quite a shy guy lmao 

but very caring and compassionate

an extremely old fashioned person

he loves art but he’s not much of an art person himself lmao

ask him to draw a portrait of you i sweAR

ask him to siNG

idk what else to say tbh

fun facts

back in high school he had this system or business (what he likes to call it) where he would accept requests for assignments and would do them for people in exchange for money 

probably has a hidden tattoo somewhere on his body

i will probably add on to this list when i can come up with something

presently

currently staying together with jia

a graduate, who’s currently under medical training

currently a physician who’s under supervision

his secret is basically him having an affair with a fellow doctor who’s engaged lmao

after his secret broke out there’s a lot of gossip going around at the hospital but like pls idk there’s nothing too grand or interesting

possible connections

unlikely friends???

the doctor who had an affair with him idk.

neighbors - could get along or not at all

childhood best friends

fwb (this could vary tbh, from the usual to maybe some sort of a distraction for him)

enemies

you’re my sister’s friend plot ;)

crush (he could be crushing on your muse or your muse could be crushing on him)

each other’s cornerstones

puppy love (when they were younger and such)

idk tbh just come at me