#look @ me tryna be so fancy and organized lmao

[dogstarsirivs-blog]

————– OUT OF CHARACTER

♔ INTRODUCTION 

Hi! My name is Dani and I’m 24 years old. My preferred pronouns are she/her and I am from Michigan in the US, so I’m in the EST timezone.

♔ ANYTHING ELSE?

I LIVE for AU’s. They give me life, and I’ve been wanting to join a really great AU Harry Potter RP. I love building worlds and characters, and I love throwing characters into new situations and seeing how they react. I really love getting into a character’s head and pushing them to their limits, into dark places. Also, I’m really stoked about the concept of the Aversio. I think it’ll be really interesting to toss some more secrets into the mix and see how that changes people and relationships amidst the already paranoia-driven atmosphere of war.

————– IN CHARACTER

♔ DESIRED CHARACTER 

Sirius Orion Black III ——– He is named for the Dog Star, the most brilliant star in the sky, visible from anywhere on Earth - an actuality he embraces and carries with him from the moment he is able to understand its meaning. Ancient namings signify he is scorching, sparkling, bringing destruction and rebirth. He is important, and his name informs everyone of such.

But he is the point of Canis Major, a hunting dog, ever looking towards his master, Orion. Later, he would think it ironic that he was intended to obediently follow the hunter across the sky. When he was young, though, he did follow his father, his master, with wide eyes and a thirst to learn, to emulate. He did, after all, carry his father’s name as one of his own. He thought it only right that he be his hunter. He learned quickly enough to leave Orion Black be.

His name embraces the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black - a reality he despises when he is older. He is taught to believe that to be a Black, to be a Pureblood is to be royalty. He believes it.

He spends the majority of his childhood being trained to be the perfect Pureblood heir, to be the perfect Black. He attends many Pureblood-only balls and events, and is taught the proper way to mingle with other Purebloods. He learns manners and etiquette, and he is expected to be a proper child. There are never many other children at the balls, but he is reminded that it is improper to run about and make a fool of oneself like ordinary children; he is, after all, anything but ordinary.

How could he be? His name attests to his brilliance.

♔ REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER  (tw: mania, depression, alcohol)

Sirius Black has been one of my favorite literary characters since I was in 3rd grade and first read Prisoner of Azkaban. There was just always something about him, and I don’t even know how to put into words how much I love Sirius Black. I remember the moment I fell in love with him, though, was when I was reading PoA and this man who had just spent the last twelve years wrongly imprisoned for an horrific crime he didn’t commit, and who had just spent the last year on the run with his godson thinking him responsible for betraying James and Lily, offers for Harry to leave the Dursley’s and move in with him. Even after everything he had been through, he was still willing to immediately take in Harry and take his place as his rightful guardian. It breaks my heart that they were never able to be a proper family, but that’s discourse for another time!

Sirius was really the first character I ever really roleplayed, and he’s been living and growing in my head for six or seven years now, as silly as that sounds. My Sirius muse is always active and talkative and ready for action, and I love being able to put him out there and develop him further and still learn new things about him even after all this time (reference, yus!). I’ve always just felt a real connection with him. Maybe it’s because I see parts of myself in him, or maybe it’s because it’s just always been really natural and easy for me to get into his head and way of thinking. He’s always been more than just a character to me.

His personality, for me, has developed a lot since the early days. I think it’s easy to get sucked into fanon interpretation early on, especially with characters that have a really strong fandom presence. But I’m really proud of the character he’s become, and I think he strays from a lot of typical fanon stereotypes. One of the biggest stereotypes - and one that really bothers - is that Sirius is some kind of Don Juan-Lothario-playboy-heartbreaker-type.

“With another shock of excitement, Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up….a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.”

Sirius’ main concern has always been, and will always be, his friends. He cares far more for his Marauders and their pranks than he does for birds and sleeping around. He’s a flirt, yes, but only because he’s charming and needs to grace everyone with that charm. It’s harmless flirting, and it’s not his fault if anyone takes it as anything other than that.

I also love dabbling in the Black side of Sirius. While Sirius is a very good person, I think a lot of that is due to him being sorted in Gryffindor and befriending James Potter. Without his influence, I think Sirius would be a very different person. Not all of that is inherent, but Sirius definitely has a cruel, cunning streak in him (i.e. that time he almost killed Snape). A lot of it is in his nature, and some remains from his upbringing; our early years and development have a huge impact on the people we become. So, I think it’s interesting, especially in the state of the world as it currently is, to play with just what parts of Sirius’ personality become more dominant. Add to that Sirius being part of the Aversio, and I think it’s a really great combination of ruthless, cunning cruelty and the person the Marauders helped him become to create something new all together. I’d be really interested to see how that changes him and, maybe, influences a shift to the Sirius he could have been had he not met James and the Marauders.

In my headcanon, as well, Sirius is living with undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder. It won’t ever be diagnosed or named in-game since they’re living in 1979 (it’s still fairly misunderstood now), but it definitely affects him. I feel like his upswings are pretty intense, and it usually results in him wanting to be out all the time and doing things, and he feels infallible and invincible, and he’s a lot more likely to be reckless and make snap decisions. He definitely has a tendency towards dangerous ideas that he thinks are absolutely brilliant (see: the Prank with Snape). On the other end of it, though, Sirius’ lows are very low, and he self-medicates with alcohol when he ’s suffering from the worst of his depression (see: pretty much all of Order of the Phoenix). But I don’t think that Sirius recognizes the depression as such. It’s a lot easier for him to acknowledge when he’s feeling great and on top of the world as opposed to when he’s feeling like shit and struggles with getting out of bed in the morning. He’s a lot more likely to hide that side of himself, too, and play it off with a smirk and light-hearted joke at someone else’s expense.

♔ CHARACTER’S SEXUALITY  (tw: slurs, mentions of body dysphoria)

If someone were to ask Sirius his gender and sexuality, though, he would quirk a brow and scoff and let out a bark of laughter because, obviously, he has a cock and he’s not a queer, what sort of daft question is that? But his closest friends know that he enjoys the company of both men and women, although lately he’s sought out men more often than not.

Sirius doesn’t remember the exact moment when he realized that he was attracted to men. Maybe it was sometime in his third year, when he had accompanied James to watch the Quidditch team practice. Maybe he had caught himself staring at one of the seventh years - a boy with shaggy brown hair and a strong jaw - as he flew around the Pitch. Maybe he had felt the distinct swoop in his stomach as he had watched, and maybe he had imagined what it would be like to kiss the older boy. 

But Sirius only really remembers being too afraid to say anything to James, Remus, and Peter, being afraid that it would change everything and they would think him a freak, a faggot they didn’t want to be friends with, anymore. James found out, though, and nothing changed between them, and soon after so did Remus and Peter. It became much easier after that to accept that part of himself. He doesn’t hide that amongst his friends or the Order; although the muggle world is less accepting of his sexuality, he doesn’t pay much attention to anyone who gives him shit. He flips them the bird and continues on his way.

What he would never admit to, however, is the many times he has passed frilly shop windows and imagined being able to wear whatever clothes he wants that he sees, or wished he could be as comfortable in his own skin as David Bowie, or Freddie Mercury. Sirius doesn’t always feel exactly right in the body he has, and he doesn’t understand it even a little bit. After all, it’s hard enough to deal with the war; he doesn’t want to even begin to focus on the whole gender bit.

The other thing he would never, ever admit to is the feelings he has harbored for Remus since they were realized in roughly fifth year. He remembers it was an ordinary moment; Remus had been working on an essay and nibbling on the end of his quill, and Sirius had been watching him, entirely too distracted, and it had just…hit him. But, of course, he wasn’t deserving of Remus. He would never be deserving of Remus. Sirius wrestled with the feelings for a good year or so, but he has long since accepted them without hope for it ever changing.

In modern terminology, he would identify as a gender-fluid demiromantic pansexual, but that’s too fancy and way ahead of his time, so all he knows is that he’s queer - just another way in which he would have disappointed his family.

As far as ships go, I’m way into Remus/Sirius. They were my first real ship, and I love them to pieces. That being said, I’m open to Sirius/Chemistry. The only thing is that he isn’t always into serious relationships unless he’s good friends with the person first. In my headcanon, he’s never had a real, serious relationship (although every relationship is most certainly a Sirius one, badum-tss!), but he doesn’t feel wanting, necessarily. Relationships aren’t exactly a priority right now when there are bigger things to worry about.

♔ PERSONALITY TRAITS  (tw: alcohol, mentioned violence/blood)

✓ Funny ——- “Did you like question ten, Moony?”

He is barking laughter and poorly timed jokes, puns upon puns - seriously. A grin as wide as the day is long, carefree and easy. Light in the black of war; white sheep in the Black family. His good humor has covered him and carried him through all that he’s seen. It’s as much a shield for himself as it is those with whom he surrounds himself.

✓ Loyal | Loving ——- “Died rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!”

He is fierce, heart full for those he holds dear. Not many are kept that close, but there is no hesitation when asked to give his life. Warmth and comfort, in the crook of his smile and the corners of his eyes. Brilliance and steadfast companionship: a dog is man’s best friend.

✓/✕  Strong-minded | Judgemental ——- “Besides, the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters. We’ve all got both light and dark inside us.”

He is a tree rooted to the earth, tall and proud. Unmoving and firm against the hailing storm. Beliefs, unwavering, unwilling to hear. Opposition is wrong, and he knows it as well as he knows the stories written in the night sky. He is strong-willed and stubborn; a brick wall would be more receptive. He thinks himself open-minded, but it is only another belief.

✕ Doesn’t think through consequences ——- “What is life without a little risk?”

He is snap decisions made in the heat of the moment. Turbulent and emotional, judgement shifts as easily as debris caught in the tide. Words, biting, leaving scars as easily as laughter erases them from his mind. Passing thoughts in an endless stream of chaos - why waste time paying mind to outcomes when you can just act?

✕ Hellacious attitude ——- “There are things worth dying for!”

He is 2 am, leather, and a mess of discarded liquor bottles scattered about the floor. Blood-kissed knuckles and knuckle-kissed jaw. Smirks and sighs toppling from carved lips. Caught in a tempest, winds whipping his hair about his face, unable to see, blindly stumbling along, deafening roars threaten to consume him - one foot in front of the other. Raw magic crackling in the air, electricity against your skin; a beautiful sight when it implodes.

♔ EXTRAS (tw: abuse)

&;;—— Wand: As badly as Sirius sometimes wishes his wand was made from Dogwood (think of the irony! the puns! the beauty of the universe!), he was chosen by a Cypress wood wand with a Dragon Heartstring core, 15 inches, rigid.

“Cypress wands are associated with nobility. The great medieval wandmaker, Geraint Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.”

Sirius won’t think about the wandlore behind cypress wands and their masters dying a heroic death until the fleeting, infinite moment in which he begins to fall in the Department of Mysteries. He will think it ironic, then, that his death is hardly heroic at all; that, naturally, James and Lily had far more heroic deaths than him. (He will also think about finally, finally reuniting with them again, and he will think of how sorry he is for leaving Remus and Harry behind, but James, here I come.)

“As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.”

It is of interest to note that dragon wands tend to be easily swayed towards the Dark Arts. Sirius thinks it should be noted, and then he will tell it to fuck right off, thank you very much. He knows that, had things gone just a little differently, he wouldn’t have had any difficulty using Dark Magic; in fact, he’d have been rather adept at it. Sirius laughs at the notion - and would like to tell the Dark Lord that he can fuck right off, too.

Sirius is a very quick learner. He is intelligent and, when he puts his mind to a task, he is able to stay determined and focused. Magic runs strong in his veins, so it’s only natural he be paired with a wand that is able to keep up with him and his raw power. That being said, however, Sirius’ magic is - too often - unpredictable. It has been since he was a child, and he still experiences outbursts of unintentional magic when his emotions get the better of him; the dragon wand nurtures his accidental magic, at times.

&;;—— Patronus: It’s commonplace that a Patronus will match a witch or wizard’s Animagus form, if they happen to be such, and Sirius is no exception. His Patronus takes the form of a dog, matching that of his Animagus counterpart: a bear-like German Shepherd. German Shepherds are known for being intelligent, loyal, and fiercely over-protective. Any close friend of his would attest to the fact that Sirius exemplifies those qualities. He is a bright wizard, and he would do anything for those he cares about.

&;;—— The best thing that has ever happened:  ”I know that you will make us proud, Sirius.”

No one ever expected Sirius to be a Gryffindor; he certainly hadn’t when he had stepped up to the stool to be sorted his first year at Hogwarts. His entire family had come from Slytherin. He even knew that, somewhere in his lineage, he was related to Salazar Slytherin himself. But as Sirius’ attention had drifted to the far table of green and silver, he had felt a tug in his stomach that he hadn’t really understood.

 ….“GRYFFINDOR!”

He ignored the shouts and jests coming from the Slytherin table to rightfully take his place amongst the lions of Hogwarts. He was joined, thankfully, by James and the redhead he had met with the greasy boy (he was grateful - and always would be - that the greasy one ended up in Slytherin).

It wasn’t before he was whisked away to his dorm and he got to know his fellow dormmates: one sickly-looking boy named Remus and a short, ordinary boy named Peter. Sirius thought he could do without Remus and Peter. Who needed them when he had James, his best friend? But Remus and Peter did prove themselves when they turned the greasy boy’s hair a bright shade of pink for a week. That, Sirius decided, was enough to earn his respect.

The four of them quickly became inseparable, and Sirius decided that being a Lion was worth the consequent Howlers he received, even if meant returning from the Christmas hols with bruises hidden beneath scratchy sweaters.

&;;—— And the worst:  "Blood traitor! Filth! Scum!“

He tried not to cry out as his mother punished him one final time for being an insolent disgrace; he wouldn’t give her the pleasure. He was worse for the wear, however, when she finished with him and sent him off to think about his disobedience. Again. Sirius sat, on the edge of his bed, trembling; it was out of his control. He thought, but it didn’t take long for him to realize what he must do.

He needed to leave.

He hastily threw what belongings he could into his school trunk, gathering up anything he deemed important. He was able to perform a simple expansion and levitation charm - he decided he could deal with the Ministry later - and led his trunk out of his room. But he knew he needed to stop at his brother’s room before he left.

Sirius loved his brother and he has always loved his brother, but Regulus was not like him. He was weak-minded and bent to the wishes of their parents. Sirius always wanted to keep Regulus safe from them, from Mother, but he went to school and was sorted into Gryffindor and it changed. He became the disgrace, and it had been up to Regulus to be the perfect son. Sirius never wanted that for him, and he didn’t want that for him now. So he tried to bring Regulus with him. He wanted to ask, wanted him to leave and escape the hell they had grown up in.

But Regulus didn’t leave with him. He wasn’t like Sirius. He was an idiot, and he didn’t leave. So Sirius goes. But not before he watched as his mother blasted his name from the family tree.

(Sirius still regrets not making Regulus leave with him.)

&;;—— Lyrics:  “Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Tremble little lion man, You’ll never settle any of your scores Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck” - Little Lion Man, Mumford & Sons

&;;——  A Small Collection of Important Moments:

&;;come into the world, alone. ”it’s a boy.” the news is delivered over the squealing cries of a baby boy by a solemn midwife. walburga black simply nods, black locks sticking out in all directions – she can be likened to some sort of mad scientist – and ushers the woman out with an airy wave of her hand. she is only glad to be done with the birthing process.

(the baby is not held by his mother for approximately seven minutes and thirty-six seconds after entering the world, all of which are spent screaming while the midwife attempts to clean him. it is not necessary for him to cry for all seven minutes and thirty-six seconds, but he does so anyway.)

orion black awaits the birth of his son in his study, joining walburga in the birthing room they’d had prepared in grimmauld place only after being summoned. he stands in the doorway and looks upon his spouse and their firstborn child. ”he is healthy,” the midwife informs him from walburga’s bedside. orion nods, crosses the room, briefly looks the baby over, and grumbles his approval. as he leaves the room, walburga hands the child back to the midwife; she has had enough for one day and desires rest.

november 3rd, 1959 is a normal, ordinary tuesday – there is nothing special about it. but for the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, november 3rd marks the day the heir enters the world. he is born after a grueling thirty-six hours of labor for walburga black (he comes to relish that fact as he grows older), and he is immediately thrust into the life of a proper pureblood. he is primarily cared for by the midwife who helped deliver him, rarely being held by his mother and even less frequently by his father. there is a pureblood celebration of sorts a mere week after his birth to introduce the heir, and nearly every pureblood family attends. walburga holds her son for the entirety of ten minutes – orion musters up the audacity to pat his full head of hair – before he is handed off to someone else.

&;;toujours pur. a five year old sirius black sits in his father’s study, staring up at the motto emblazoned on the family crest above the mantel. since learning to speak, he has been told that that is the most important phrase he will ever know, although he hardly understands it. always pure. it has little meaning for him, yet he knows not to question it.

”pay attention, sirius!” there is the sharp crack of a book being slammed down in front of him, and sirius jumps. he shifts and straightens, raising his gaze to – almost – meet that of his mother. ”now, shall we try again?” walburga’s harsh features fill sirius’ field of vision, and he averts his eyes.

”yes, mother,” he responds obediently, slowly opening the copy of Magick Most Pure that had been placed before him.

&;;i am a wicked child. it occurs when sirius is six years old – six and a half, if you ask him. he is not allowed to have pudding yet again, and he thinks he should. in fact, he thinks that if he had a different family, he would be allowed to eat pudding all the time, whenever he wants. so, naturally, sirius decides to run away. he tries to convince regulus to join him, but regulus is only five; he’s practically a baby and he doesn’t understand. ”we can’t! mother’ll be mad at us!” so, sirius bids farewell to his younger brother and packs a hasty knapsack full of crackers, what biscuits he finds in the kitchen, and a couple of galleons that are hidden in a little wooden box in his room. he manages to slip out of his room and leave number twelve grimmauld place undetected. it is the first time he’s ever been out of grimmauld place without an adult. it is also the first time he explores any of muggle London.

sirius makes his way down the street, around the corner, down another street, and somehow darts across to a park that is surprisingly close to where he has grown up. there are children running about and squealing with delight as they scale a colorful playset. sirius watches them for a minute, a grin stretching across his face. he has never played with children his own age who aren’t his brother, so he excitedly drops his knapsack and runs over to join the fun. he darts up the little steps, flings himself down the slides, chases a girl in a pink romper with pigtails (she says he has cooties when he most certainly does not), and even falls and scrapes his knee on the woodchips. but sirius’ favorite thing are the swings. he imagines real flying to feel something like this. he closes his eyes to focus on the swoop in his belly as he accelerates forward, feet gliding through the air. he sits on the swings for a very long time – the sky is almost dark by the time he opens his eyes – and just swings.

it is orion black who finds sirius huddled under the bridge of the playset stuffing his mouth with biscuits. sirius freezes when he sees his father. orion only has to motion for the boy for him to jump up, brush himself off, grab his knapsack, and follow him home, head hung in shame. he is hardly through the front door when walburga starts yelling. sirius’ eyes remain locked on the floor between them, stumbling only slightly when his father pushes him forward. orion says something to walburga, and she falls silent – though only for a moment.

”a muggle park? you were at a muggle park?” a beat, then, “answer me!” sirius only nods. walburga reaches down and grips tightly onto the boy’s arm; he bites his lower lip. ”muggles are worthless! insolent! obtuse! filth! no son of mine will be dirtied by filth!”

sirius is not sure where the sudden audacity comes from, but he opens his mouth and says, ”but they’re not bad ‘cause they played with me! like they’re my friends or somethin’!”

walburga’s lip curls into an almost snarl, and she jerks sirius forward by his arm. ”never say that again.“ but before sirius can say anything else, his mother’s wand is drawn, pointing at him. he doesn’t even hear what she says. he only knows that, suddenly, he is on the floor and he is crying and there is pain everywhere and he can’t understand just what is so horrible about muggles.

&;;and a lionheart. ”ah, a black. i know where i usually put your lot. but where to put you? you could be in slytherin, yes, but you’re intelligent, too. and loyal, yes. very loyal. perhaps hufflepuff… but no, i know just where to put you…

”GRYFFINDOR!”

&;;i can tell that we are gonna be friends. ”do you really think so?” peter, james, and sirius are huddled together on james’ bed, sirius and peter with their eyes fixed on the other boy. james gives a solemn nod, exchanging a glance with sirius.

”it makes sense, doesn’t it?” he asks the other two. neither of them say anything. ”so what if he is? it’s remus, for merlin’s sake! what’s remus gonna do?”

again, silence.

then sirius shifts and glances down at the book they had swiped from the library; it is opened to the page entitled LYCANTHROPY. he stares at it, taking in the word, recalling everything he been taught as boy about werewolves and half-breeds, in general. he is scared.

”i guess…” peter starts quietly, drawing sirius’ attention, “it doesn’t really matter… it’s still remus, isn’t it?” james nods with a little smile.

it is a long moment before sirius nods, as well.

&;;but mistakes are made. sirius thinks it’s all quite funny, really. snivellus deserves it. he’s going to get what’s coming to him, and sirius really does think it’s funny. in fact, he’s quite proud of what he’s accomplished. he is grinning to himself as he strolls up to the dorms, hands tucked in his pockets.

"what’re you so smug about?” james asks, looking up from his spot on his bed. sirius shrugs, grin plastered across his face. “c'mon, i wanna know! lemme in on whatever you’ve been doing!” sirius can’t deny him that.

“oh, it’s nothing,” he says casually, giving an airy wave, “i’ve just played the most brilliant prank on ol’ snivelly is all.” james perks up and sirius feels a sense of accomplishment.

“oi, don’t hold out on me, black! what’d you do? details! i need details!”

so sirius tells him. he tells him about how snape was being a right prick. he tells him about how he was snooping around and sticking his abnormally large nose in their business. he tells him about how he was asking about remus, about where he was (“conveniently missing on the full moon again”), about how this brilliant idea just came to him. and he tells him about how he told snape the way to find out the truth about remus was through the passage beneath the whomping willow.

“you did what?!” james turns white and calls him a bloody idiot and shoves past him, and it takes sirius a few minutes before he figures out just what he did wrong.

&;;i really fucked it up this time, didn’t i, my dear? sirius has always known that he doesn’t belong in the black family. part of him has known that he would end up leaving, but he never expected it to be like this.

“you don’t have a choice in the matter, sirius.” orion is seated behind the desk in his study, walburga standing beside him. they are both staring at their eldest son, whose fists are balled at his sides. “it has already been decided.”

the dark lord. sirius was to join the dark lord, join his cause, support him like the proper black heir he was. but sirius doesn’t want that. he has never wanted that. he has never wanted what they want. he has never wanted any part in their ideologies of pureblood supremacy. sirius glares at his parents, then shakes his head.

“no. no, i’m not doing it.” walburga’s wand is drawn, pointing at sirius, but sirius doesn’t even flinch this time. “no. i won’t do it. you can’t–”

there is a flash of light, and sirius feels a sting on his cheek and the warm trickle of blood. orion has looked away, but he says, again, “you don’t have a choice,” and sirius, again, shakes his head.

“i won’t! you can’t make me! i’ll–”

“I WON’T STAND TO HAVE A BLOOD TRAITOR IN MY HOUSE!”

&;;dog days are over. sirius knows that he doesn’t have a choice. there is no way he can’t not fight for what’s right, so he decides to join the order of the phoenix without hesitation. dumbledore asks, and he agrees. he doesn’t see any other option. it’s either this, or let people like those he grew up with take control. and he knows all too well what kind of hell that would be. so, sirius decides to fight, no matter what that means.

[cheonjaem-blog]

wanna one as types of boyfriends

yoon jisung:

the walking meme. everything he does is fucking hilarious. you literally have 2000 photos of him on your phone which could be edited into potential memes. there’s never a sad/boring day in your life. he’s actually always super excited about everything and you always sometimes question his mental age but you still think it’s really cute. always makes stupid puns and jokes to make you laugh (that sometimes even results to self degradation). all that makes him happy is seeing you smile, so he makes that his daily goal. likes to send you weird pictures of him using different filters on snapchat that you obviously screenshot. he’s super funny and your whole family loves him, especially the kids. “auntie when are you getting married to uncle jisung?” “soon” “um jisung wtf stop lying to the kids” “i never said i was lying”

ha sungwoon:

the tea sipper. he has the dirt on everyone, and i mean everyone. knows what’s going on in your life, your neighbor’s life, and your second cousin’s uncle’s grandfather’s life. your dates consist of gossiping with the neighborhood aunties every week at the book club he organized. wants to know how your day is and knows you so well that he can tell when your feeling down. sings to make you feel better, and if that doesn’t make you smile, he’ll probably pull out the big guns and start dancing to girl’s day something. doesn’t mind embarrassing himself if it makes you happy :’). doesn’t like it when you call him cute bc he’s “manly not cute”. tries to fight other people when they talk shit about you. talks a lot!!! like when you’re trying to catch some z’s, all he does is talk about how your neighbor’s husband is cheating on her with her sister??? “omg don’t tell anyone but jisoo’s husband is cheating on her with her own sister” “wtf how do you know?? did you stalk her husband again??” “no way, i was throwing away the trash and i saw them?? coincidentally??”

hwang minhyun:

the perfectionist. a little ocd and always needs everything to be super clean and organized. he told you that he had perfect attendance in school and always had straight a’s. his skin is perfect, his visuals are perfect, and his voice is perfect. sometimes you feel like he’s too good for you, but then you remember how much of an awkward loser he is in real life. texts you the most romantic things, but can’t say it in person to you. you like to tease him a lot for being an awkward antisocial person. very easily embarrassed person. not a big pda person. blushes a lot. doesn’t know how to convey his feelings into words or actions, but it’s okay bc you know he’s trying hard. he looks like a cold tsundere but sike he’s a soft mochi on the inside. smiles a lot more now bc “you make me happy i guess”. 

ong seongwoo:

the prankster. he loves messing around with you and pissing you off. one time he put blue dye into your body wash and you came out of the shower looking like a smurf. you guys end up having prank wars and once you even super glued his feet into his shoes. when he’s not thinking of ingenious plans to prank you, he’s actually a really sweet boyfriend. sometimes he takes you out on spontaneous dates to that fancy restaurant across town to make up an excuse to see you wear a beautiful dress. but he loves taking you on midnight rides. like he’ll drive you in silence as you enjoy the night sky and talk to you about random things and let you rant about your inner thoughts. “stop staring at me ong!! focus on the road” “you’re just too beautiful. you distracted me”

kim jaehwan:

the musician. he confessed to you in broad daylight while playing the guitar and singing a song written for you. you guys were sitting on a bench in the city and he randomly whips out his guitar and starts singing. a crowd gathers around you eventually, and they cheer when you accept his confession. he likes to write songs in the middle of the night, so you’ll probably wake up at 3 AM and hear him playing random chords on the piano and writing lyrics in the dark. he writes songs thinking about you and likes to sing to you when you have trouble sleeping. also super extra!! likes to boast about things that he can’t do like karate and playing soccer. he told you that he used to play soccer in middle school, but when you actually took him out to play he said “yeah i played soccer. i played fifa” “ugh i hate you so much right now”

kang daniel:

the gamer. he’s a huge fucking loser, and he loves playing league and overwatch and basically every game ever. tried to teach you how to play league once but you never understood anything, so he ended up carrying the team and winning. spends 95% of his time indoors, but he also likes to cuddle with you when he’s gaming. makes you sit on his lap while he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your head when he plays. likes taking you to comicon or any other nerdy convention. but it’s endearing to see him so excited about cosplayers. “cosplay with me next year” “lol how about a no”

park jihoon:

the prince. on top of his handsome looks and dancing skills, he was also born with a silver spoon in his mouth. buys you everything you’ve ever wanted and then some. but you’re not interested in materialism ok yes you are but you’re more interested in him. so he doesn’t really understand love?? like he’s always been loved by his parents but he tries his hardest to convey his feelings for you without extravagant gifts. like this is the first time someone told him that they didn’t want a new car and he doesn’t understand why you don’t want a mercedes benz but it’s your loss?? he takes you to nice dates at super expensive high end restaurants while you assure him that getting a take-away pizza is always fine too. wears gucci and givenchy and saint laurent and tries to buy you clothes from there too but one dress is worth more than your life??? he likes to sleep on your shoulder while you stroke his hair. really cute relationship full of $$$. if you need a sugar daddy you know who to call. “you want a new car?” “wtf no i want a new boyfriend” “>:((((”  

park woojin:

the shy turned wild one. yeah he was really shy when you first met but now he wildin. you tried taking him to a family party once but he was getting too into his dancing and ended up grinding the floor. what happened to the shy bean that couldn’t look you in the eye?? sometimes he’s still really shy around people he just met, and he kind of attaches himself to you. but dancing really makes him let everything go, and he tries to teach you choreographies to your favorite songs. taught you how to dance to red velvet and exo and rap to okey dokey. dates consists of dance lessons and chilling at home watching smtm together. bet milk tea on who’s going to make it to the finals. “yo it’s gonna be nucksal” “oh hell no i’m betting on hangzoo” “wow it’s only bc you like zico & dean more smh i thought you loved me”

bae jinyoung:

the nerd that turned hot. you known him since elementary school but boy did he glow up in high school. the last thing you remember was him being that smart nerd that never talked, but now he has a whole army of girls chasing after him. outside appearance may have changed but he’s still a nerd. dates consists of chilling at home and watching the latest episode of the anime y’all like while cuddling. takes you to animecon where you cringe at the weebs but where he enjoys every moment of it. likes taking you to manga and anime stores. dreams of going to japan with you. also likes to buy you cute couple charms for your phone. “i bought you the touka charm bc you’re the touka to my kaneki” “you’re such a fucking weeb lmao but sasaki is better”

lee daehwi:

the foreign swagger. yeah he lived in america for 4 years, that’s why he’s here man. just kidding, he’s a super adorable boyfriend that sometimes mixes up his languages when he’s flustered. super caring and always frets over you. nags you a lot when you get sick. “i told you not to go outside without a jacket!” but really good music tastes. makes different spotify playlists for you to listen to when you’re sad or tryna to get turnt. likes shopping dates!! he is your personal fashion designer and buys cute dresses when he thinks you look cute in them. “i thought this color suited you really well, so i bought it!” “um but it says it’s $300″ “oops?”

lai guanlin:

the athlete. he likes every sport but he’s super obsessed with basketball dude. like he’ll take you out to the nearest basketball court to shoot with him even if you can’t make a shot for your life. dw he’ll teach you the proper shooting form and how to dribble. you’ll end up having lots of cute basketball dates and afterward he’ll probably take you out for ice cream. likes to rest his head in your lap as he practices his shooting form laying down. lots of after-practice cuddles. “ew guanlin you’re so sweaty. get off of me” “no i like staying with you like this”