#quick fact: they go by rion on the usual BUT.

[okieize]

   ( felix lee, demi man, he + they ) — look what the werecat’s dragged in! if you take a look at our records, you’ll find that RION KWON is a/n TWENTY THREE year old PÂTISSIER that’s been in cromerth woods for TWO YEARS. according to this file, they’re a DHAMPIR hailing all the way from MACKAY. that must be why they’re ALLURING and INTOLERANT. if you ask me, they remind me of   stars  that  couldn’t  quite  fit  into  his  eyes, so  they  splattered  across  his  cheeks +  dancing queen by ABBA playing in the distance while someone bleeds out on the bathroom floor from 17 stab wounds +  the  sexual  tension  between  a  healthy  portrayal  of  emotions  vs  saying,  “  i  think  i  am  going  to  die  ”. they are allied with THE DIAMONDS.

YOU’RE THEIR FIRST LOVE, DON’T BREAK THEIR HEART. all they ask is for love & care. THEY DON’T GET TO CHOOSE from where it comes. close your eyes. go ahead, do it. imagine ━━ imagine, disappointment lurking at every corner, always standing PROUD and at the READY. you’re their first love. DON’T BREAK THEIR HEART. their parents don’t follow this rule. he’s a shiny new toy ….. something to dress up & flaunt. they don’t get to choose from WHO it comes from. why’s it his responsibility to be so exceptional?

OUTLINE. past.

born 19/12/00 in mackay australia.

would visit his dad’s hometown of sujeong-dong, busan, during holidays & such. for this reason, he grew up speaking both korean AND english.

has a twin sister ( ryhan ) who is precisely thirteen minutes older than him.

always was a bit of an oddball. liked jabbing his fingers into the eyes of any & all plushies he could get his hands on.

which steadily turned into making makeshift executions for all of his sister's toys. ( his favorite being the decapitation of her dolls )

both his parents are human BUT they both also have ( had ) mutants in their family ancestry.

rion took an early interest in sparring and weapons which led to his parents enrolling him in taekwondo.

started out in introductory gymnastics at three & then moved into taking taekwondo once he turned six.

once earning their 9th belt, rion was able to fine-tune his dual specialties.

it was originally thought that ize was a quick learner ( which he actually IS ) but, it’d later be revealed it was an added perk of his mutation ability.

OUTLINE. psychological mastery & doppelgänger physiology.

isn’t sure when his mutations truly manifested themselves.

it’d be chalked up to him being either incredibly good at reading others or him being a swift learner.

rion himself became self-aware of the mutation at around eleven.

due specifically to their psychological mastery, rion tends to be overly paranoid & suspicious of others. leading him to develop some pretty gnarly social anxiety in his teens ( that they're still trying to overcome fully) and to become overly picky about the intake of his foods.

in short: he picked up cooking as a means to appease this paranoia.

also uses it on an everyday basis because it’s constantly active.

the doppelgänger physiology is believed to have actually been caused by his sister, who has the same power. instead of being a true clone/copy of ryhan though, he came out more so flawed ( if you would ). he is taking on more of the mythological route & truly being the evil twin.

having developed psychological mastery, they use it on an everyday basis. it comes in handy when having to put the schmooze on those unlucky enough to warrant a visit from him.

OUTLINE. vessel.

around 16 or 17, he figures “fuck it” & ventures out on his own. if he isn’t acceptable enough to his family, then they can kick rocks.

his relocation takes him to sydney to stay with a close ( i.e. ONLY ) friend, that he’d met through various competitions.

myles ( the friend ) is the son of the founder / president of vessel & is the one to recruit rion into the organization.

not truly understanding the severity of agreeing, they do it anyways.

just as with taekwondo, rion quickly moves his way up through the ranks & becomes the most sought-after employee, for clients & members alike.

by november of ‘22, rion ( at the request/demand of the founder ) tags along to chicago, to the newest location of vessel.

when not on a call, their time is spent working as a patissier @ self care. not that the money is really needed, considering where he stands with the big boss. BUT. it keeps them occupied.

[shimmerbeasts]

"Mutual friend, huh?" Rion's voice rang, half curiosity, half scoff. "Tell me, how did someone like you met—" When she saw the creatures, they were already close — too close. So close that their breaths exhaled a smell of sulfur in the air, that almost made her choke in its sudden assault to her senses. Rion turned around and breathed sharply, her hand flying to the hammer she carried on her back, but came to a halt. Her eyes darted from the creatures to her brother, who despite being capable of defending himself, didn't have an official military training such as herself.Rion's breath came quick and shallow as she assessed the situation. Think, Rion, think. If she timed it just right, maybe — just maybe she could ram one hellhound into the other, knocking them both off balance. That would buy Jord enough time to run. He could use his vines, wrapping them around the beasts' legs to slow their pursuit. Or perhaps she could feign a retreat, leading the dogs into a choke point where Jord could collapse a tree or boulder to pin them. Rion's grip tightened on her hammer as she stared down the monsters. No, who was she fooling? Even if, by some miracle, she and Jord managed to take down the hellhounds, the cambion wouldn't break a sweat finishing them off. Her kind didn't waste energy on small fry — they obliterated them. Her thoughts raced, strategies falling apart as quickly as they formed. Every second she spent standing here brought them closer to death, and she knew it. Rion glanced at Jord, his face was pale but determined. He would fight, of course he would, but what would it cost him? No, she couldn’t let anything happen to him. Not while she still had breath in her lungs. The cambion hadn’t attacked yet, and there was a... pause. A flicker of eagerness in her red eyes, as if she enjoyed drawing this out, savouring the tension. Fine. If she wanted to talk, then Rion would use that opening. The half-elf turned her head slowly, deliberately, to face the devil. Her sharp eyes burned with determination as they met the cambion’s, unyielding despite her fear. She was, in fact terrified, but she didn’t flinch. She couldn’t. This wasn’t just her fight — it was Jord's life on the line. Her voice sliced through the tension, fiery and desperate, the kind of voice you'd find on someone teetering on the edge but refusing to fall. "Let him go," she said, her words sharp and quick, as if removing a splinter. "And I'll stay for your indulgence. We can talk for as long as you want. Or kill us both now." Her breath caught, but she pushed forward, her voice dipping into a sardonic tone that came almost naturally — an unintentional echo of her mother’s practiced defiance."And spend the rest of eternity wondering what plagued our mutual friend's... acquaintances." It was an absurd bet, a shot in the dark, and Rion knew it. And as if to offer proof that she would stay true to her word, Rion took the initiative, lowering her hammer to the ground, the heavy weapon thudding against the dirt with finality. Her fingers lingered on the haft for a moment before she stepped closer to the cambion, hands raised, palms open — a clear gesture of submission, despite her chin held high, her gaze locked into the devil's eyes. She didn’t know if it was bravery, recklessness, or desperation driving her now. Maybe all three. Yet another thing she took after her mother, would she care to admit it or not.

The moment the half-elf clasped her fingers around the hammer on her back, one of the Hellhounds rose its head and opened its jaws wider. A low guttural wheeze thore through its body and its throat and seemed to glow hotter and hotter. Thick grey smoke flooded out of sharp fangs. Crackling sparks danced over the tongue and along the hound's chops.

Mizora grinned with wolfish glee as she witnessed the standoff between the girl and the Hellhound. It was not unheard of for some very bold and lucky adventurers to take down a Hellhound or two. However, those deaths usually came with a cost. Taking down one of those beasts usually meant that at least one of your friends died too. Or if you were lucky and made it out alive, burns plastered your skin.

The other Hellhounds closed in, jaws closed, nostrils huffing the air. Their silence was oppressive as their ruby eyes stayed locked on the Hellhound, which was reading itself to launch a full-blown attack if necessary. Mizora could call them off, of course, but this tension was too delicious to just snap easily.

The girl's knuckles turned white as she clenched her hold around her hammer. Mizora could practically see the thoughts racing in her mind. The roaring in the throat of the Hellhound was getting louder. It would not be able to hold that build-up of flames forever. And the longer this girl idled, the greater the risk became that she and her friend ended up as Hellhound chow. That was of course if Mizora did not choose to miraculously intervene.

Her attention was turned to the girl once more as she turned to face and address her. Brave, little thing. The half-elf held her head high, yet her voice was fast and clipped from her fear and terror. And was that some of that sardonic undertone, Jaheira carried with herself if she did not like something? My, my... Those little brats really are their mother's children.

Mizora looked at the half-orc who was still flanked by two Hellhounds. "Dasl", she spoke with a lazy drawl and the dogs backed off, laying down on the grass. Mizora addressed Jaheira's son: "Turn around and leave. Don't look back for your sister. Don't run or you will trigger their hunting instincts. Don't tell anybody what has happened here. You breathe a word and I will know! Now get out of my sight."

As soon as the boy was out of sight, the Hellhound leader unleashed his flames. The hot, orange tongues shot past the half-elf, almost singing her back. They crashed into a nearby tree. Immediately, the fire engulfed the tree, whose bark groaned. Thick branches broke off and cascaded on the ground, sending sparks up into the air. Underneath the flames was a concert of wails and shrieks as the inhabitants of the tree were burned alive, the heat so strong that their bodies melted and deformed.

"My, my...", Mizora purred with sick satisfaction as she side-eyed Jaheira's daughter, "Aren't you glad that isn't you?" Her wing unfurled and she draped it across the girl's shoulders before she smoothly led her away, saying: "Now, how about we start with something simple? Tell me your name and why you are so desperate to find our mutual acquaintance."

@harpershigh cont. from here.

[pretchatta]

prompt: holiday

dave said it's my turn to write a moons of rion fic

rating: teen; kanan jarrus/hera syndulla; 2.4k words

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The Outer Rim planet of Rion was a tropical paradise. Beaches, bars and breathtaking views covered its surface, and the sight of the planet in the forward viewport made Kanan sigh with longing. So close, and yet so far.

It felt like he and Hera had been working non-stop for the past year. Between keeping the Ghost in fuel, the galley stocked, and working other (less well-paid, but Hera would argue more important) jobs, Kanan would like nothing more than to spend a few hours relaxing somewhere – anywhere – with Hera. They were something now; more than simply captain and crew, but exactly what that was Kanan hadn’t had time to find out.

He wouldn’t any time soon, either. This mission wasn’t even taking them to Rion itself, but to one of its moons. A quick pickup and then they’d fly straight back to Lothal to deliver it, get paid, and then move onto the next job.

Kanan sighed. “Remind me what the cargo is for this one?”

“I don’t know,” Hera replied absently as she steered the Ghost in an orbital path around Rion. Their destination appeared from behind the planet, the oceanic moon a deep blue colour dotted with small green-and-white islands. Just beyond it, its populated twin was also visible. “Vizago paid extra for discretion, but he didn’t offer me the dangerous goods fee, so I assume it’s at least safe.”

Kanan grimaced. “We’re relying on the integrity of a smuggler. I feel so reassured.”

“We need the credits, love. We’ve barely got enough fuel to make this delivery.” Hera gave the fuel gauge a worried look as the Ghost entered the moon’s atmosphere and they began their descent. Below them, taking up most of one of the smaller islands, Kanan could see a landing platform growing larger.

Hera touched the Ghost down with barely a bump. Had Kanan not realised months ago that his days of drifting were behind him, he knew he would find it very difficult to return to his old lifestyle. There were several comforts that came from crewing on the Ghost, the smooth landings being just one.

“Alright, let’s load up and get going.” Hera hit the ramp controls and led the way out of the cockpit.

Spaceport was a generous term for what greeted them outside. The battered landing platform was barely large enough for two ships, even though it took up most of the solid ground on the island, and the only permanent structure was a dilapidated single-storey hut. It looked like it was cobbled together from scrap, with the exception of the shiny solar panels stretched over the roof and the comm dish mounted haphazardly on one wall.

There were no windows, but the front door stuttered open as Kanan and Hera emerged from the Ghost. An ancient-looking prototype droid emerged, hobbling out towards them with slow, fitful steps.

“Welcome to landing site R-M2-S04,” it called out to them. Its mechanical voice was decidedly tinny. “I am C0-R4, the overseer droid for this location. Thank you for leaving your transponder on. Your ship has been identified as the Ghost.”

Droid-supervised transactions weren’t uncommon in their line of work. The handoffs were usually in remote locations like this one, and it was much cheaper to leave a droid to wait around than an organic being.

“We’re here to pick up Vizago’s shipment,” Hera told the droid.

“That is correct.” C0-R4 gave a jerky nod. “Your cargo will arrive in two days.”

“What?” Hera exclaimed. “Two days! We were told to come today, and that this job was time-critical!”

“Cikatro Vizago apologises for the unavoidable delay, but he understands that you have a fast ship.”

Hera glared at the droid, though Kanan knew her ire was in fact directed at their unreliable employer. “And what exactly are we supposed to do for the next two days?”

“I am not programmed for leisure itinerary planning,” it replied in its monotone. “I will be in low power mode until the shipment arrives. Good day.”

With that, the protocol droid turned and hobbled back into its hut. Hera stared after it in disbelief. Kanan, meanwhile, felt hope blooming in his chest.

“I know you’d rather get on with the job,” he said slowly, trying to keep his voice neutral, “but given our fuel situation, it looks like we’re staying in this system for the next two days. And since Rion’s right there…”

She turned to him with one eyebrow raised. His face must have shown more than he realised, because her eyes softened with sympathy.

“Kanan, I’d love to spend a few days on Rion with you, but we don’t have enough fuel to get there,” she said apologetically. “We barely have enough to take off and make it back to Lothal.”

Kanan was not deterred. “Okay, what about the Phantom? It has a separate fuel tank – we could take it to one of the resorts, stay for a few days and be back in time for the pickup.”

Hera shook her head. “I should probably siphon the Phantom’s fuel into the Ghost. We’re going to need it if we want the extra speed to make Vizago’s deadline.”

Kanan sighed. The captain's decision was final. “Fine. I guess we’re sitting here for two days eating stale rations. Hopefully the Ghost’s water purifier can handle the seawater.”

“Wait, rations? Don’t we have enough food?”

“We might have a couple dehydrated meal packs, but I was going to stock up when we got back to Lothal.”

Hera frowned. “I guess this is going to be a long two days.”

“It doesn’t have to be…” Kanan’s mind was racing as a new idea formed in his head. “Could you leave just enough fuel in the Phantom to make one trip to the other moon? It’s populated, and it’ll take less fuel to take off from because of the lower gravity. And right now it’s closer than Rion itself. I still have a few credits – not enough for fuel, but we could pick up some supplies, and then spend the next two days just relaxing here. It’s not exactly a luxury resort getaway, but it’s better than nothing.”

Hera looked unconvinced. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, Hera, we’ll still be able to make the delivery,” he pleaded. “And this way we can enjoy a few days of downtime! We’ve got nothing else to do, and it’s not like we’re going to get any trouble from the Empire out here.”

He could see her resolve wavering, and then–

“Okay, fine.”

Kanan resisted the urge to punch the air as she turned to walk back up the Ghost’s ramp.

“Chopper,” she called up to the cockpit, “work out the best course to the other moon, and be nice to the navicomputer this time! Then I want you to initiate a fuel transfer from the Phantom to the Ghost. Leave enough to make the trip to the other moon, Kanan and I will be going on a supply run when we get back.”

The old astromech blatted a question back at her from somewhere above them. Hera looked back at Kanan.

“We’re going for a walk,” she replied. “You’d hate it, you’d just get sand in your joints.”

Chopper made a rude noise, which Hera ignored.

“A romantic stroll along the beach, huh?” Kanan said, putting an arm around her waist.

“If we’re doing this, I should at least try to relax, and it seems like a good start.” Her arms snaked over his shoulders and around his neck, allowing him to pull her closer. Their noses brushed, lips an inch apart, but Kanan turned his head at the last moment to kiss her cheek instead.

“In that case…” he murmured against her earcone, and then dropped to his knees in front of her and gently lifted one of her knees. Hera complied, allowing him to raise her foot and slip her boot off it.

“You’re overdressed,” he continued. “Unlike Chopper, we can enjoy the feeling of sand between our toes.”

He finished removing her other boot, and looked up to see her smiling fondly down at him. He quickly shed his own boots, leaving both pairs just inside the cargo hold, and as an afterthought added his gloves. Hera did the same, allowing Kanan to take her bare hand and lead them back outside.

The beach was only a few steps away, and they strolled leisurely over the sun-warmed sand towards the brilliant blue water. Above, the odd fluffy white cloud floated in the teal-blue sky as the late afternoon sun shone down on the island. A faint breeze blew in from the sea, cooling the air and bringing with it the smell of salt.

Kanan ran his thumb over the back of Hera’s hand as a sense of calmness washed through him. Hera was right; the walk was a great idea. The sand was soft under his feet and with every step he could feel his body relaxing.

They stopped at the water’s edge, letting the waves lap at their toes. The water wasn’t exactly warm, but neither was it cold. They stood there for a few moments in comfortable silence, enjoying the tranquility.

Hera bumped her shoulder against Kanan’s. “Thank you,” she said. “I don’t think I would have let myself have a break if I’d been on my own, but… I needed this.”

He raised his eyebrows in mock astonishment. “Are you saying what I think you're saying?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “You were right, dear.”

He smirked, and then leaned down to kiss her. She rose onto her toes to meet him. As with every time their lips met, Kanan felt a jolt of electricity through his stomach; he didn’t think he’d ever get used to kissing Hera Syndulla.

They resumed their walk, following the coastline. Doing a full circuit of the island wouldn’t take long. As far as Kanan could tell, there was no wildlife on this moon, but the lapping of the waves and the slide of their feet over the sand made for a perfect soundtrack.

“So, do you have anything in particular you want to pick up on this supply run?” Hera asked him.

“I thought we could get some fancy caf,” he replied, “y’know, since we're on holiday. And then something simple to eat that we could have on the beach.”

“That sounds good to me.”

He turned to give her a look. “We may be on a budget, but I like to eat out.”

She only managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds before laughing.

They were distracted from further conversation by a wide rock formation on the far side of the landing platform. Several meters tall at its highest point, it looked like it was made up of numerous pillars of dark stone, jutting upwards out of the ground and ending in flat, irregular shapes. The lower ones around the edge held small pools of water from the last high tide, but they were taller towards the middle and beyond a certain point the tops were smooth and dry. The beach continued around the edge, the sand stretching between the rocks and the sea, but the Ghost and the overseer droid’s hut were hidden from view.

They approached the rocks with interest. Kanan was only half-aware of Hera’s hand slipping out of his as he went to examine one of the rockpools and so didn't notice the mischievous look that had come over her face. By the time he realised she was no longer beside him, she had already removed the outer layer of her flight suit and folded neatly atop one of the dry pillars. He could only watch, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, as she quickly and methodically worked on the rest of her clothing.

Hera carefully added her cap and goggles to the pile she had formed and then looked up at him. His heart beat faster at the sight of so much bare green skin. With a coy smile, she held his gaze as she slipped her underwear off and let it join the rest of her clothes.

“Fancy a swim?”

She didn’t wait for an answer; Kanan wasn’t sure he was capable of giving one. She turned and ran over the beach, lekku streaming behind her, splashing into the water until it was up to her neck.

She turned back to him and yelled “Well? Are you coming?”

It was enough to jolt him out of his shock. He’d left his armour behind today, so his shirt came off easily. The rest of his clothes followed in a somewhat messier pile than Hera’s, but creases weren’t on the forefront of his mind at that moment.

Kanan took off at a sprint towards the sea. When he was about halfway to the water he leapt, giving himself an extra push that made it higher and further than a leap any ordinary human should have been able to make. Tucking his knees into his chest in mid-air, he hit the surface with a splash, sending a wall of water over Hera. The cool water enveloped his body with swirls of white and blue. He kicked at the sandy sea bed to surface next to Hera, who was sputtering in protest.

Kanan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

“You did invite me in,” he reminded her. His sodden hair was slicked back against his head and water dripped from the end of his nose. Further droplets ran over Hera's bare head and down her lekku, adding to the patterns already there.

“I didn’t ask for a tsu–”

He cut off her complaints with a wet kiss. She relaxed in his arms a second later, though he knew he had’t gotten away with it; she’d be planning her payback for later. He smiled against her lips and felt her mouth curve upwards in response. It really had been too long since they’d been able to just let go like this, to enjoy their time together and not have any pressing worries or responsibilities.

The kiss deepened, and Hera’s legs wound around his waist. Whoever's idea this had been, he thought to himself, it was definitely a good one.

[spyoikawa]

Hello :) I would like to request some tulip match up for the haikyuu fandom(if it's possible to choose the fandom) if you have some time to spare :)

Some facts:

I'm 21, she, hetero, around 5'6" tall, more curvy body shape and have an undercut hairstyle. I can't see in three dimensions so I need glasses. Basically I'm a open and humorous person who likes to laugh :) I don't have a particular fashion style, I wear mostly everything from sweat pants and Hoodie with sneakers to mini skirt or rockabilly dress with high heals.  I am in the zodiac Aries, which means I am quite stubborn and want to reach all the goals I set myself, which works sometimes more, sometimes less:)

Personality:

When you first meet me I am nice, polite but rather quiet. Knowing each other better I am very direct and straight out with my emotions of any kind. Whether I'm mad, sad or in a good mood. Even then I'm quite humorous. I am like an open book for most to read as you can tell by my nonverbal body language what I am like right now. I can get very aggressive and angry if someone is stupid towards me or starts a fight with me or my friends. On the other hand I speak before I think... And I only notice that afterwards... But if someone points my inappropriate behavior out to me I would apologize immediately :)

Hobbies:

My hobbies are producing my own little video clips, drawing, baking and train my Krav Maga skills (Israeli Military Self-Defense Technique) :) I am interested in technology especially IT and love to make, build and program things and websites myself.

I hope it's all you need. Please take your time, Don't put pressure on yourself. I can wait :) sorry for any grammar errors, thanks in advance if it works out and greetings from germany :)

Hi! Tysm again for the request and thank you for the earlier clarification! I suggested an exception to timeskip for you, but I wasn't quite sure how to write it. So I'll leave this one open for interpretation, whether he's in highschool or timeskip!

Rion's Flower Shop: Tulips

Without further ado, I match you with

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Dang we're really hitting all the relationship dynamics here, we've had opposites attract, peace in similarities and now we have a perfect balance!

Headcanons~

♡ for starters you seem like a really cool person, with your diversity in wardrobe, personality, and hobbies

♡ and that's exactly what draws ushijima in

♡ while he is more of a stoic, silent type, you are full of energy and life (without being over-bearing ofc)

♡ you two balance eachother out nicely, and that leads to a successful relationship in all aspects. Whether it's romantically, professionally, platonically, etc.

♡ ushijima adores you because of all your traits! Its easy to read the room with you, and you are very direct. It makes it easier for him to understand you and your wants and needs

♡ and he fulfills all of them! His love is silent, but it shows so prominently in how he cares for you and shows you respect

♡ although you speak before you think and your personality alters a bit from first meeting, he is very patient with you and understands that you are still a good person

♡ the main dynamic of your relationship is your impulsiveness and his organization, in case i wasn't clear

♡ you both can be quite stubborn which can lead to little blips of arguments, but after a while the regret and realization would sink in, and after a quick resolution and talk about what happened, you're back again and better!

♡ now, he understands you quite well, but how do you understand him?

♡ just as well and easily of course! Although he seems quite emotionless and blank sometimes, he's still easy to read if you look a bit closer!

♡ matter of fact, its almost something that comes naturally to you, you don't really need to try

♡ as for hobbies, he's another person to be fascinated by what you do!

♡ he loves watching the steps and process of what you're doing, whether its filming those videos, drawing, baking, or programming and building, he enjoys watching you do seemingly pointless steps, only for it all to add up in the end

♡ and your other hobby, slightly different from the others, but he appreciates your self defense skills, they keep you fit and it gives him a chance to be with you, whether its strength training or watching you practice

♡ overall, I believe this is a lovely dynamic and you both would appreciate eachother very much

I know I say this a lot, but I mean it when I say thank you! I'm not familiar with these personalities and dynamics, so I got to look things up and read on new things! And thank you for giving me the chance to talk with you, as I dont usually have a chance to interact with those who see my posts!

Once again, it's been a long day at school and I'm tired, so I probably messed up at some point. Let me know if I made any clear mistakes and I'll fix them!

For those of you who are new, this is a part of my event, so go check it out! I'm doing requests and matchups, and I can always make exceptions if you have something (reasonable) in mind!