#the only good thing about timezones is that I get to sometimes have all-nighters with one of my friends who is an hour behind me. we chill

[hallows-personal-hell]

TIMEZONES FUCKIGN SUCK WDYM I HAVE TO CYCLE BETWEEN BEING EITHER AN HOUR OR TWO HOURS BEHIND MY BEST FRIENDS BECAUSE WE DONT DO FUCKIN SAVING TIMES. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE AN EVEN SMALLER WINDOW TO HANG OUT WITH MY BUDDIES. WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNNNNNNNNN

[crqstalite]

From the prompt list? I'm sending in something simple with will, hopefully, just go in any direction you want. And that's "Always." For whichever pairing you wish :)

posting this before i chicken out, because i’ve been at this for like eight hours already lol. trying my hand at a little shakarian [petrakarian, in this case], and there’s a sprinkle of happiness if you squint ;)

edit: i’ve also never written garrus before honestly. definitely tried my best but i’m sure there are mistakes in there somewhere. regardless, happy to provide.

pairing: brione petrakis/garrus vakarian. word count: 2,611

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She's putting it off. Leaving, as it was.

Honestly, she doesn't know why. Her bags are all packed, her dress blues are pressed and folded on the cot next to her. Her datapad has been prepped to send all of her reports straight to Alliance Command. Yet she's left her comb in her duffel, hair decidedly unbrushed around her shoulders, still sitting in her fatigues and they're only an hour out from the Citadel. She could be in the crew quarters, going over any possible assignments they could give her. She could be trying to get another couple of winks in. Anything other than being here, and desperately hanging on to what felt like the last thing she had in the galaxy.

It would've been so much easier not to be here right now, but nothing in the last year had been easy. It's harder to force herself out, hell she's been sleeping in here for the last week or so.

The lights flicker just above her, the battery still stuttering in a way that frustrated Garrus to no end. Not that they had much need for it these days, but she'd offered to take a look at it. He'd been content to let her sit nearby. Talking about trivial things during the first few days after the suicide mission with some of her senses glossed over by pain meds, maybe more than a little wine in their systems. Then it waned into painful silence as they grew closer to the station, wine bottle empty and all sentiments aired. All the things she knows she can't say, all the things she wants to.

She rolls another bandage around her hand, pulling taut. It'd been her good hand too, a lucky shot taken by a Collector that had left her unable to snipe properly during the last leg of the base assault. Still bruised and trying it's hardest to bleed through. Mordin hadn't been there to do it properly, so it had been her, hearing gunshots against the barrier they'd set up, blood gushing from her hand with Garrus asking her if she was alright. Medi-gel spilling from her shaking hands, only being able to offer suppressing fire with her Carnifex before Shepard told them to retreat. Her wrist whined from the motion, and she barely catches a blue eye darting between her and the UI when she groans.

"Still bothering you?" His voice is softer than usual when she catches him in the act, hands stilling over the keyboard, "Chakwas should really take a look at that."

"She can once we're back in Alliance space," Brione haphazardly cuts off the end of it, tucking it under one of the other wraps. She tests a smile with the nearly healed scar on her lip, "Besides, you're the one who was apparently up and fighting with Shepard not even two days after you nearly died, Garrus."

Another beat of silence before he starts again, mandibles flaring as he sighs. Exasperated with her, maybe. He'd been bothering her about it for days now, usually asking how it was and if she needed anything, "We Turians are a bit hardier than our human counterparts," He gestures to the scarred side of his head, bandage recently removed. "Brione-"

"Don't." She lays the gauze down next to her, unable to meet his eyes. She doesn't want to think about the fact these are their last days together, the fact this could very well be the last time she hears him say her name. There wasn't much guaranteed after their non-human crewmembers stepped off the ship, nothing saying he had to stay with her, even over light years separating them, "I'll see Chakwas once, once everyone is gone. Shepard will have my head if I lose a hand before we get there anyway."

"You can't hide in here forever, Brione," Is all he says, giving her a concerned look but finishing his diagnostics on the console first, "No reason in putting it off."

This talk has been a week coming. He hesitates, unsure of himself while she tries to will the tears away, turning away from him. What was she, six? She could handle a suicide mission (which they'd all nearly died on), so why was saying goodbye, saying see you later, saying that she'd see him again soon so hard? She was a captain of the Alliance military, not a babbling schoolgirl with a crush.

Except, that's what it felt like, navigating a relationship with him. She'd downright giggled at something he'd told her.

Does he know just how much he means to her?

It wasn't as if extranet access would be blocked for her when she got back to Earth. By every law that Shepard had learned (and in turn exploited) surprisingly quickly, most of the human operatives aboard the SR-2 wouldn't be arrested under the same duress she would be. Brione could still send messages to Palaven, could still say hello every once and a while.

Hello wasn't the same as being able to sit in a comfortable silence with one at the console, the other completing her daily reports with her legs folded under her, hair tied up in a messy bun at the base of neck. Hello wasn't the same as finding leftovers from the dinner prepared earlier and pulling all-nighters just to spend some time together.

Brione wasn't sure when this had turned into more, when she had started to want more. When she couldn't think of a tomorrow without him. At first, she'd just entertained it as little more than a fling, if she was going to die at the end of the year, then she could cross a few things off her bucket list. And, he was a friend. They'd met a few years before the SR-1, a one off meeting during her shore leave. Then they'd been squadmates, fighting their way through waves and waves of Geth, two snipers snipping at each other for their aim. It boggled the mind that it'd been so quick after Alchera, that she started to discover little things about him when she had little else to do. The small visits about the battery that turned into hour long conversations once she'd rejoined the Normandy. One or the other venting about a minor problem or a large one they'd held onto for so long they'd made a joke of it.

He'd patiently listened when she recounted the dressing down she'd been given after Torfan and the therapy sessions she'd attended afterwards. That, she'd never told anyone about in detail. Hated reliving the day, but it slipped from her mouth so easily while she'd been sitting on the crates. Then she'd sipped on some sort of tea Shepard had picked up on the Citadel, listening to him about Sidonis, about his time on Omega in general. That by the time they were within range of the relay, she'd simply decided she didn't want to let go. That there wasn't anyone like him, that there was so much left that she still wanted. They'd spent the night on the cot he'd dragged in here sometime ago, and she'd never felt so alive.

Then they'd survived. And then there was a whole new life expanding before her, with the Reapers looming over them. But she'd lived, they'd lived, and now she wasn't sure what they were. It wasn't a fling anymore, but she didn't know where he fit into her life.

Whether he wanted to fit in her life. She's sure he could have just about anyone, and he hadn't seemed too upset, giving her the way out of asking whether she wanted something closer to home.

How did he become her home? It could've been anywhere else, on Earth, in London, on the Citadel. But instead, it was a certain Garrus Vakarian.

"This isn't -- it isn't the end, Brione, not if you don't want it to be," He holds a hand out to her, "If I know Shepard, and I'd assume I do, she'll get us back into the thick of it within a couple months. If that."

"That might be a little optimistic," She responds, toying with her hair for a moment before grasping his hand, pulling herself up off the cot to look at him properly. She gently holds a hand against the scarred side of his head, brushing the rough plates with her thumb, "I would've been rather stupid to think this would last forever, running into the sunset. I'm just glad we had what we did, Garrus."

He leans into her touch, his other arm snaking around her waist. Why did it have to be him that she'd become attached to? The first person that'd make her feel more like a living being than a cold blooded killer that remained a few seconds from death every time she stepped off the ship?

Why is he all she can think about these days?

"I," He pauses again, "I'll always just be a comm away. If that's what you want, of course."

"Always, hm?" She asks, "Don't know how timezones work from Earth to Palaven, but if you haven't noticed, I'm not much of sleeping person. You could lose a lot of it, talking to me. But you've never minded it before now, I guess."

"It'd be better than nothing." He responds, when she drops her hand and instead pulls him closer to her. Maybe it's not the most comfortable with him in armor, and her still regularly needing their dwindling supply of pain meds, but she just wants to feel something, anything. She can't go back to the way things were, alone, and cold in an alliance apartment with nothing but her next meal going for her.

"I don't want to leave you, Garrus," She admits, her voice cracking. Brione won't cry, she wills herself not to, even as the dam strains against them, "You, damn you, you're...everything."

"You're...lovely yourself, Brione. Not like I'm itching to leave either, not when everything's already going right for once," He responds, the words thrumming through what she thinks are Turian subvocals. If Turians even can whisper, she's pretty sure he is while gently running his hands through her hair, then trailing down her back, "But I'm not sure I look all that good in...what was it Shepard called it? 'Jumpsuit orange'? Not sure how friendly the Alliance would be to me either."

"Probably not very," She tries to laugh, tries to force anything out at all, but instead all she gets is a choking sound that she could compare to a varren. A rogue tear slips out anyway, and all she hopes for is that Garrus can't see it. Why is she falling apart? Why now? She has a million and three battles under her belt, and this is what shatters her? Not a shotgun, not a scion, but this.

She'd said goodbye to so many people before. To her various adoptive parents over the years, her old COs, even Alenko more recently. None of them destroyed her like this was.

Relationships. They're impossible. They're weaknesses and vulnerabilities that your enemies are just waiting to take advantage of. Even more if your's is a cross-species liaison, one that shouldn't have become everything that it was now.

Brione doesn't want to live without him.

She can't bring herself to say it out loud, so she doesn't. He holds her a little while longer, they don't say anything but reassuring the other all would be well. Or at least they try, and it dissolves until silence when there isn't anything to say but repeat themselves ten times over. They sit for a while after that, time whittling down all the while. Her hands fit a bit oddly in his, but she can't find herself wanting to let go all the while.

Shepard's voice comes over the comm with a timer on their arrival, and she has to pick up her things, fastening the last button on her jacket and throwing her duffel bag over her shoulder. Garrus offers her one last lingering forehead touch when they reach the airlock, and she kisses him softly, knowing if she stays any longer, she won't be able to leave.

But she does. She has to be able to.

She sees him off, the glint of his blue armor the last thing she sees. She thinks she's the perfect picture of someone who was trying (and inwardly failing) to stay afloat with a forced grin and a wave as he walks off. Brione doesn't care, as much as the crew teases her about calibrations in more than one capacity. A few get a smile out of her, but she feels numb the rest of the way to Earth.

Cold. It settles in like an all too familiar blanket. The chill of not really seeing the faces of the people around her, nor acknowledging what they had to say.

She slips back into her normal routines, after the hearing. Doesn't even realize it at first, but without her usual visits to someone who wasn't dolled up in Alliance blue, there's nothing to it. She's shuttled back to the Citadel after a month, sent to work with Udina. A liaison to Alliance and from the Council, is effectively her job description. It's like clockwork, sleep, work, find something to eat if she was feeling physically up to it, work until she couldn't, then reluctantly sleep again. Fix up her sniper rifle on the weekends, take it to a range to keep herself sharp.

There's no Turian on her six though. No one there to bother her that her shot is off just a few inches so that clips the outside of the target.

She sees his face in every single one that walks by until they all blur together. She hears his voice in every C-SEC officer that speaks to Udina, to her.

It isn't until two months later that she receives a mail on her comm. Right in the middle of another one of Udina's tirades about the lack of Council support and funding, she opens it like any other email she'd received before. Calculating, tired, she reads over the sender, the subject line and is halfway through scrolling through it when the glaze over her eyes recedes and she realizes just who it is. Her breath catches in her throat, taking her leave for the afternoon.

She finally gets a call after work that day. And just as suspected, it keeps her up all night. There's so much to say, so much that she hadn't known. Her new job, his new task force. And yet, he still seems so indescribably happy to see her. That her eyes are barely being held open to focus on him, but that he's here, as much as he can be.

"Sure you don't want to take back that offer of always being on the other end of the comm? Now that we've done it, I might get a taste for it," She says, yawning as she absentmindedly rubs an eye. Udina will give her shit for being there late in the morning (in a couple hours really), but she doesn't care.

"As long as you want me to be," He nods, "Well, hopefully you don't start calling me at the oddest hours of the night or in the middle of meetings, but always, yes."

"Hm. I'll file it under consideration," She perches her head on her palm, taking in every detail the vid would let her, "Always?"

"Always. Now get some sleep, Brione," His voice softens, mandibles flaring into a smile as her vision blurs, "Good night."

Five months after that, communication to Palaven goes dark. The Reapers attack, and she watches wide-eyed as they touch down in Earth.

And her always becomes an empty promise with every refugee she watches come in during the days afterwards.

Garrus is not among them.

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Character Name: Hermione Granger Canon or OC: Canon Faceclaim: Jessica Sula Age: 17 House: Gryffindor Blood Status: Muggle-born

I can’t tell you how pleased we are to finally have another member of the Golden Trio!  We’re excited to see your take on how Hermione would have been different without Ron and Harry’s bad influence.  Welcome to the fold, Mira!

MUN Name: Mira MUN Age: 15 Timezone: EST

History: 

Before Hogwarts, Hermione was still incredibly smart and hard-working though often had a hard time understanding why people didn’t like her, and those sentiments followed her to Hogwarts. She grew up with both her dentist parents, never really getting to enjoy much chocolate. She was fine with that though, she much rather preferred platanós fritós. She found it rather weird when she got to Hogwarts, realizing that most of the other people only spoke English, making her feel happy about her ability to speak another language rather fluently. She was even more happy at realizing there were other people who spoke Spanish as well, hearing a few snippets of conversations while roaming the corridors on the way to class. 

Without becoming best friends with Harry and Ron, Hermione appeared to have stayed rather stuck-up, making her first few years at Hogwarts rather difficult in the social aspect. In her third year she seemed to have mellow out a bit, still being a stickler for the rules but being more understanding about social cues, such as knowing that people found her constant commentary of stupid behavior or listing facts, to be annoying.

She instantly bonded with Ginny and Luna, rather than being annoyed by Luna, by offering them a place in what seemed to have been the Second-Year-Gryffindor-and-Slytherin-Girl trolley at the time. She still finds Luna’s behaviors rather odd, but rather than being annoyed they tend to amuse her, going well with Ginny’s spit-fire personality, the dreaminess of Lavender, the equity of Padma and the chill of Daphne. Her relationship with Draco is slightly different, in the sense that there is no outright bullying, but he still drives her insane and tends to cause her to rage due to his ever-present smirk. Most of her frustration towards him is the fact that everything is seemingly handed to him (yeah his dad died, that sucks) but he seems to have to put in no work while she has to work just as hard with no such privilege, and she still is compared to him.  

Hermione works very hard to get good grades, although it usually seems that she is just inherently smart, few people knowing how many sleepless nights she spent trying to research and write an essay. When she became Head Girl it was a big accomplishment for her. She was proud of it, and it made her parents proud despite having little idea of what the role actually entailed. She didn’t actually know how much it meant to her till she became Head Girl, feeling as if it was something tangible that proved her hard work. It obviously infuriated her to no end to learn that Draco Malfoy had been chosen as Head Boy.

Her relationship with Harry and Ron has drastically changed. For one thing, Harry had almost no idea as to who she was and would have never known because it’s Harry except for the fact that she was the very smart Gryffindor who always seemed to be competing with Draco. Ron always seemed to roll his eyes when she was around, knowing her solely as the smart girl who was friends with his sister. His opinion soon changed as he found himself prone to hanging with her and the other Gryffindor girls while in the common room (mostly to make sure that Ginny wasn’t snogging anyone) and the two of them seemed to find some sort of mutual understanding, despite the fact that many of their interactions do seem to be arguments.

Hermione is not one for puppy love or a schoolgirl crush. No, she came to learn and that is what she is doing. Despite that, she has obviously had one or two crushes during her time at Hogwarts (falling very much so for Viktor Krum during the Triwizard Tournament which I assume happened), but otherwise was never involved with anyone, nor did she see the need. She would much rather read a fantasy novel and listen in on the romance related gossip with a small smug smile, offering rather raunchy advice to get a rise out of her friends, though would never intend for them to use it. Although, when they made Amortentia she was rather disturbed by the smell of burning wood and petrichor, reminding her too much of one of her peers. 

She rarely ever swears around people outside of her friends, though she is known for having a sharp tongue whenever anyone insults her or her friends. Often the only person to feel the brunt of her sharp tongue is Ron as they argue over something of little consequence (although the first time she was so distraught that she swore in Spanish, Ron looked slightly terrified and proud at the same time), and some poor passerby who happened to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Often she mutters unfavorable words about Malfoy at two a.m. under her breath as motivation for her all-nighters.

Overall, Hermione is a rather quietly loud girl with a brain that speaks even louder, always fighting for those who need it (she still started S.P.E.W.) who, despite her sometimes boisterous actions is known more for her quiet demeanor, sharp wit, her large brain and even larger heart. People seem to find her flips of personality rather disarming, making her still rather unliked for having so many likable traits as well as her unlikable traits.

Writing Sample: 

She shivered, bringing her shoulders up towards her ears, her teeth chattering ever so slightly. Exhaling shakily, her breath visible in the air, seeming to spiral upwards, her entire body moving slightly to fidget as she waited for the bus to finally appear. She checked her watch, groaning at seeing that only a minute had passed, feeling like twenty instead. She slowly stepped closer to the street, the cars in front of her packed together, not one moving, as she looked down the street to scan for the bus. The wind seemed to pierce through her bones, her eyes squinting as a means of protecting her vision, a happy exhale leaving her body as the traffic slowly started to move, seeing the bus appear in her peripheral vision, her cheeks stinging from her large smile and the chill of the wind as her cold fingers dug deeper into the pocket of her sweater, her fingers curling around her wallet, a small sound of triumph escaping her as she managed to grasp what felt to be her bus pass from within her wallet, only pulling out her hand when the bus arrived. She stepping into the heated bus, feeling rather hot now with all the bodies crammed together, managing to hold onto the metal bar while grabbing her earbuds, the dull chatter of the bus seeming to die away as her ears were met with the familiar sound of Queen, bobbing her head slightly as the world faded away, the only thought on her mind having to do with what she wanted to do for dinner.  

[rcminas]

waddup its me...xan ! (she / her pronouns) from the est timezone & fun fact ? half my keyboard is broken im living that Broke life…..so if i take 10 yrs to reply sometimes just kno….ya girl is trying her best ok ! im never letting the ussy meme die...welcome to my blussy SCVSV enoUGH abt me time to talk abt my daughter, my baby...

[ MUSE F ] is that CAMI MORRONE? since when was she a class of 2017 penn state graduate? oh, wait, nevermind, it’s just ROMINA FLORES. she’s TWENTY ONE years old, majored in MARKETING, and HAS BEEN RUNNING A LIFESTYLE BLOG SINCE HIGH SCHOOL. she’s a bit DISINGENUOUS and VENGEFUL, but also very VIVACIOUS and AMBITIOUS. i heard she’s off to a villa in maui with a group of her friends, but as the resident AESTHETE, who knows how far she’ll go until her friend vacation turns into total island madness? (cis female, bisexual)

romina’s dad was a fancy schmancy realtor & her mama was a yoga instructor so basically...romina had a pretty comfy life!! she was an only child which she never minded bc that meant there’d be no one to compete with for her parent’s love....but the gag is her parents ignored her anyway dcvdvdvfgv

they were very image oriented so they kinda just...distantly supported her growing up like she’d get whatever she asked for but they never took an active interest in her life. they liked the idea of a kid a lot more than an actual kid, you feel me?

anywho bc of this romina matured pretty fast!! she was pretty independent and extremely goal oriented at a young age im talking having a ten year plan since middle school & a scrapbook with her very detailed dream wedding

she kinda calmed down a bit in high school & decided planning every little detail about her life probably wasnt healthy so she lived a little more!! this is about the time romina started her very successful lifestyle blog

yup...ya girl romina is a blogger!! DCVDBCD blogging is her passion...she never knew her blog would blow up like it did but she wasnt complaining. she knew its what she wanted to do with her life so she majored in marketing (social media based) & minored in journalism at penn state

life was going great until her parents announced to her via email “hey romina we’re getting a divorce!! hope college is fun xx” DCDGV it was very sudden obviously & romina...didnt take it well even though she never told her parents or anyone how she felt

personality wise romina’s a true extrovert....like, she cannot stand being alone for too long or she’ll go crazy even if she’s just chilling on her laptop she’d rather have someone there with her than be by herself. loves to party & have fun but she hates reckless stunts like you’ll catch her skinny dipping but never cliff diving into rough waters

she’s a charmer!!! very good with her words, very easy to make friends with. strangers always come up to her bc she’s the kinda person you just wanna get to know. that being said it’s kinda all?? just an image she’s projecting. she doesn’t do it to be fake but like her parent’s romina’s very image oriented so she’s always tries to act the way she thinks people want her to act instead of necessarily being 100% herself so its hard to actually know her

despite being friendly romina holds grudges like no one else SJCBJSDBG once you wrong her there’s really no going back if she believes what you did to her was bad enough. she’s not easy to anger but she’s got her petty moments & she can be especially vengeful when she’s hurt

EXTRA FUN FACTS/HCS U DO NOT HAVE TO READ BC THIS IS ALREADY LONG AS HECK MXBCDJDBB

❛ &. ONE: low key obsessed with eating healthy thanks to her mom. is also a yoga enthusiast thanks to her mom. tragically allergic to cats and dogs but she wants one anyways. karaoke queen when she’s drunk. a lover of fruity cocktails and is not ashamed to say straight up liquor is nasty. not a good driver so she’s always looking for rides and the other pythons are probably too scared to ever get into a car with her when she’s anywhere near the wheel. tried to cut her own hair when she was in middle school and tragically failed. threatened to block the rest of the pythons on facebook when they found the pictures. addicted to eating fresh fruit and is always making smoothies. is not a vegan but she once tricked the rest of the pythons into thinking she was when she made a blog post reviewing vegan chocolate chip cookies. ❛ &. TWO: usually only speaks spanish with her family members. is frustratingly good at scrabble but no one likes to play with her anymore when she kept winning. owns way too much white clothing. prefers the warm to the cold but also gets cold easily so she always has a blanket with her indoors. can’t drink coffee because it makes her too wired and anxious. once drank coffee in college when she was pulling an all nighter in college and the other pythons thought she was gonna die. likes to be outside, preferably by the beach. showers at night and can’t get into her bed to fall asleep until she’s clean. has a skincare routine and often blogs about beauty products.   ❛ &. THREE: always taking pictures with and of her friends. a bit of a social media addict but knows when to take a break. has trouble sleeping for too long so she’s usually up early. trying to get better at cooking so she uses the other pythons as her taste testers. hates having a messy room. good at getting invited to strangers parties but will only go if at least one other python is with her. gets frustrated when people around her are doing reckless things. likes to give the people around her nicknames. hates dark chocolate with a passion. once pretended to be lactose intolerant when asked if she wanted a glass of milk because she didn’t know how to respond.

[realrhythmskrp]

DISPATCH, (04/19/17): BKB Entertainment has officially released information about leader and main vocalist, Kim Wonseok, on PARAL/L’s official website! Wonseok is a ‘90 liner and has been beloved by fans since his debut in 2011. Find out more about Wonseok below!

I, KIM WONSEOK, have read and understand the terms and conditions as my position of LEADER and agree to honor the standards that are to be expected of me as an employee of BKB ENTERTAINMENT.

OOC INFORMATION

Preferred name: Ji

Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: GMT+1

Other muses: N/A

Password (for reservations only): dangerous

Skype: N/A :c

IC INFORMATION

Faceclaim: Lee Kikwang of Highlight

Name: Kim Wonseok

Stage name (if applicable): N/A

Idol concept: At first, his concept was supposed to be that of a ‘church oppa’ – with the kind boy next door vibe. That, however, conflicted with the controversies he soon got wrapped up in so it was quickly changed to something more fitting (and thus believable): the grandpa. Still kind, still caring, but also stereotypically straightforward yet measured. Wonseok welcomed the change because he no longer has to feel like he’s wearing a mask most of the time, since the new concept is much closer to his real personality. Of course there are tweaks here and there, a lot of things held back and plenty of feigned smiles but that is inevitable in the business. While never entirely relaxed, he is no longer on edge everytime a camera is around and can thus show a more natural side of him, which allows jokes to come easier too and has overall increased his popularity. If he’s honest, he thinks some of the controversies could have been avoided if the company had introduced him as the grandfather from the start, as people would have known not to misunderstand his dry and occasionally cynical comments. Or maybe it wouldn’t have changed a thing – he’s not so naive as to believe that the public won’t find a reason to dislike someone no matter what they do.

Birth date and age: March 30th, 1990 – 27

Company name: BKB Entertainment

Group Name (if applicable): PARAL/L

Group Position (if applicable): leader

Strengths:  His biggest strength no doubt lies in his vocal prowess. Naturally gifted with a unique but pleasant voice, he is said to possess 'caramel vocal chords’, which he has been rigorously training since his early teens. Thus, he has acquired stability in both lower and higher registers and can usually belt out notes without any straining whatsoever. After all, his vocals are the one thing the public most often praises him for.

Although most of it happens behind the scenes, Wonseok’s leadership qualities are notable as well. Half a decade into their career, the group is still his top priority and he believes the secret to their lasting success is maintaining harmony among the members, which is what he works towards at all times. Here, he’s always trying to keep every member’s best interest in mind to find a common goal for everyone. He also firmly believes in solving problems as they arise as not to let a wound fester.

While his sense of humor is what got him into most of the controversies he was involved in so far, it’s also the only reason why he always gets invited on variety shows again anyway. Cynical, witty, honest and dry, he’s a valuable asset to any talk show – as long as it isn’t geared towards children, anyway.

Despite everything, he is highly motivated to keep going. Making music is still what he wants to do for a living and that knowledge helps him pull through whatever difficulties he faces in the business more easily, be it working without a break for months or enduring the hate he receives.

Weaknesses:  Tying in with his affinity for talk formats, he is an exceptionally bad match for shows that require body gags, aegyo, or anything else of the sort. It’s embarrassing, in his opinion, and a field he gladly leaves for the other, younger members. Acting falls into this category too and is hence something he has little to no interest in doing (with the exception of musicals!).

Of course he is not a bad dancer, per se, just not much of a natural either. PARAL/L’s choreographies are never easy and he certainly doesn’t mess them up, but that requires hours upon hours upon hours of practice every single time, so staying behind at the practice room and pulling all-nighters to avoid messing up has become a habit.

Generally not a negative trait but very much so for an idol, Wonseok is a bad liar - to a large part also because he despises doing so. As such, he is sometimes too honest. There are only two options: he either doesn’t mention something at all (be it scandals or secrets), or he tells the truth.

For someone who spends as much time worrying about the feelings of other people as he does, he’s not in tune with his own. He has a hard time opening up to people and tends to internalize everything. Sometimes, it actually takes him a while to figure them out because he is too focused on something else at the time. For example, he could get into a fight with his little sister in the morning, then go to work like nothing happened and only feel bothered by it at night, once he settles down.

Positive traits: diligent, empathetic, quick-witted

Negative traits: stoic, self-conscious, workaholic

PERSONAL HISTORY

1 year old and resolute - “That boy will grow up to be just like his father. Stubborn as a mule.” Baby Kim Wonseok is yelling over everything his grandmother is saying and foolish as people are around children, his family is taking it as a good sign; one of strength and energy. He’s just hungry but that isn’t nearly as impressive so no one wants to hear it – and he keeps yelling.

7 years old and calm - “You’ll run for school president, right?” His mother is not so much asking as she is demanding as they’re sharing the dinner table for once. He’s in elementary school, an only child, his father is a surgeon and his mother is a lawyer (and no one knows how and if that works). Ironically, little Wonseok is the one they expect to do great things. His father comes home and goes to sleep. His mother comes home and nags. Wonseok comes home and does everything. Cooking, cleaning, his homework, then studying. “We have your nanny for that,” his mother scolds him often. What she doesn’t understand is that it is the only time of relaxation he has, doing menial tasks and not using his head for once. As long as he performs well and remains in the top three of his school, she doesn’t care very much. She just likes complaining, he thinks and lets her. Her job is stressful.

10 years old and empathetic - “You don’t understand. You’re part of the most perfect family of Gimhae,” his best friend reprimands him during one of their regular joined study sessions, which they’re using for games more often than not. His parents are getting a divorce and he’s right – Wonseok doesn’t know what that’s like. His parents are still together somehow, though he doesn’t see much of it except for when they all go to church together on Sundays. In fact, his mother is currently pregnant again. He doesn’t know the feeling of losing one’s anchor, of having to let go one or the other, of fearing a change that will make everything different and weird and wrong. He doesn’t know it but that doesn’t mean he can’t help and offer to be at least one constant.

12 years old and bold – “You’re scary, like one of those ruthless businessmen in dramas my mom likes to watch.” Again, Wonseok can count on his best friend to call him out. His baby sister is the sunshine of his life and he can’t help but feel like he’s her parent more than their biological ones. Measured by the amount of time he spends with her and effort he puts in, he is more than they will ever be. At home, he is bright and caring and buzzing with energy. Outside, he’s become quiet as he has lost sight of everything but academics and the things his parents deem important and worthy of his attention. He doesn’t speak much and it’s been a long time since he’s last made a new friend – since he’s last spoken to anyone without needing anything from them or vice versa, actually. His best friend is right, undoubtedly, and Wonseok decides that he doesn’t want to become a robot and signs up for choir instead of the math athletes.

14 years old and tired - “We get that this is puberty. Your rebellious phase. We paid for vocal and piano lessons; we were understanding. But an idol? Out of the question. Snap out of it, Kim Wonseok.” His mother means well, he knows, she just likes complaining. She’s worried because it is an uncertain future, not one of the most stable and secure careers out there and she thinks he’s cut out for more than that. Not the first thing about how he feels more alive on stage than he ever has off it or how he’s finally coming out of his shell again reaches her ears. Feelings aren’t something they talk about in this household. His mother means well, he knows, but people can do the worst things with the best intentions.

16 years old and headstrong - “We’ve never interfered in who you choose to spend your time with but that Jaeyoung is below you, son. You don’t want that to reflect badly upon the family, right?” His father dislikes Wonseok’s best friend because he’s gay. Of course he does, as the loyal church-goer he is, pretending to pray to a God he really doesn’t know anything about. At this point, he is beyond caring. He’s had enough. This is it, he thinks and packs his bags, bids farewell to his beloved little sister who doesn’t understand what he’s saying and leaves behind his hometown for the uncertainty that is his future in Seoul, his happiness in music.

19 years old and determined - “When are you coming back?”, his sister asks and he can’t answer. Time passes and not much changes. Wonseok has never quite found back to who he was before the expectations and responsibilities but he’s happy nowadays. His career isn’t going anywhere since he signed with BKB Entertainment three years prior but he’s not one to give up easily or be knocked down by harsh words during an evaluation. This is the path he’s chosen and he’s going to walk it all the way to the end, wherever it may lead, so he sweats and bleeds and smiles through it all.

21 years old and hardworking - “And today’s Winner is… PARAL/L, congratulations!” Finally, he has debuted as the leader of PARAL/L and is met with an overwhelming amount of success right away. It’s hard to grasp and he tells the others not to let it go to their heads while carrying on like nothing has changed himself, staying behind to practice whenever they don’t have a schedule and sleeping almost exclusively in the van that brings them from one show to the next. On the inside, he’s feeling it all but he’s the leader and he knows that it falls to him to make sure everyone stays focused. This is only the beginning, after all. He wonders if his parents are watching.

24 years old and mature - “It makes me so angry that they keep misunderstanding things just for the sake of making you look bad!” His sister has read news articles about him before he has bothered checking them. They always say the same thing anyway. Usually, people like him for his sense of humor and the way he jokes around with people, always teasing, a bit gruff but never malicious. Wonseok never minces his words but he makes sure not to hurt anyone’s feelings nevertheless. At least he tries to, since that is the last thing he wants. Netizens are not as forgiving as his colleagues who raise an eyebrow at him, then see his grin and laugh along with him. Netizens like to think he’s mean and perhaps narcissistic. They don’t care that there are a thousand scenes proving the exact opposite. It’s not the first time this has happened, so he swallows his feelings and doesn’t comment on the issue. That method has proven effective. It’ll blow over; it always does.

27 years old and unchanging - “You’ll go solo afterwards, right?” His mother is not so much asking as she is demanding. Same old. After he has become successful, they have deemed him no longer a shame to the family and accepted him back as one of their own. Wonseok doesn’t blame them for the people they’ve become; he doesn’t like it but it isn’t entirely their fault either. The future, once again, is uncertain now that their contract is ending soon – only one more year until the big decision. Personally, he’s very attached to the group that has made his dreams a reality and the friends who have stayed with him throughout it all, but not so much the company that treats them as marionettes rather than humans. His journey is not at an end, that much he knows for sure, and making music is still his happiness and his dream. In the end, it will depend on what the others want to do. Ideally, Wonseok would like to transfer to a different label as a whole, as PARAL/L, but he would never force the others (or anyone) into something they don’t want for themselves.

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m/m partner search.

Hello hello! As you’ve guessed from the title, I’m looking for someone who is willing to rp a m/m story with me. More specifically, I’ve been itching to rp this character I have and get some story going with him. I usually love to double and I probably will want to eventually, but honestly I just want the main focus of this rp to be around him and your character for the most part. The only downside I can see that might make you scroll away from this ad is that my character is rather young, around 18 years old or so. So yeah, just putting that out there before I make you read all of this!  Basically, I’m just looking for someone who’s willing to write a story full of drama, romance, angst, sex, violence and all that good stuff!

  a little introduction!

So here is a little bit about me! Name’s Avery, I’m 20, and have 8+ years experience on rping now. The pairings I typically write are m/f and f/f, but since I’ve been doing them for too long now,  I’ve decided to go back to try a bit of m/m again. I’m not by any means new to m/m though, just been craving it a lot since I haven’t done it in too long. Moving on, my timezone is GMT, though I’m online most of the time and often pull all nighters as well, or just stay up really late. Therefore replies will be quick and frequent from my side. Writing is a big passion of mine, and especially character development. OOC chatter about our characters is always welcomed, I love love talking about them ; discussing possible future plots, pointing out specific traits about their personality or backstory, making up and sharing playlists fit for the story and characters with each other - all 100% good stuff, it’s what I live for.

here’s a bit about my writing style…

Third person and past tense, no exceptions for this - sorry ! I can’t seem to get comfortable playing using first person and present tense, it’s just not my thing.

I’m not someone who will point out every single grammatical you make, I don’t pay that much attention, but please make sure you can write in a decent manner without text talk.

My replies tend to be 2-3 paragraphs each depending on what’s happening, with around 150-250 words per paragraph, so something around that range would be great.

Like I said, I don’t mind doubling eventually if you’d like, but I’d prefer if we started out with just one pairing and keep that going for a while. Then if we want to include others, we may.

what I like in a story…

I enjoy slice of life scenarios in a modern world - that’s the only setting I’m willing to write at the moment. I don’t do historical, sci-fi, fantasy, or anything else other than realistic, and I know you must be thinking boring, but trust me, even real life can turn out to be dramatic and exciting with the right characters and plots.

Having said that, I’m willing to include elements of supernatural in the story, such as the existence of supernatural beings like werewolves, vampires, witches (but no fairies or elves, etc!).

Romance is a must of course, but it doesn’t have to be present immediately.

For this specific kind of rp, I won’t mind doing a heavy amount of smut, but it can’t be just smut. There has to be an equal amount of plot too. Regarding kinks, we can exchange links once we create contact since it would take up quite a bit of space in here. (But if you’re too curious, here are some to give you an idea: rough sex, messy, public places, dirty talk, cuffs, dub/non con, biting, scratching, toys, breath play, and a whoooole lot more)

The character I have planned for this rp leans a bit on the “submissive” side, but definitely not your typical cute, shy, nice and innocent bottom - hell no. He’s bold as fuck, he’s daring, he puts up a fight, he’s seductive when he wants to be, he’s very challenging, what he wants he usually gets, but he’s not usually the top one during bed. So yeah, I’m looking for a bit of a dominant role who’s not all that shy and innocent either; doesn’t mean he can’t be nice, outgoing, and all that good fluffy stuff either.

Darker themes. I love, love to include dark and twisted elements in our rp. If you’re planning on contacting me, be sure that you’re ok with writing violence, smut, alcohol, drugs, the many ways of self harm, past/present abuse, suicide, mental illness, etc etc!

Apart from those, I also like forbidden relationships, or when two characters start from hating/disliking each other to the opposite gradually, slow burns, build ups…

things I won’t do…

Incest, scat, footplay, watersports, furries are as far as my limits go. I probably forgot to mention something, but yeah, I don’t really have a lot of limits - if you’re unsure about something don’t be afraid to ask!

I do use faceclaims sometimes, but if we are going to do that, please no anime characters, just real life ones.

Fandoms and canon characters, I only rp originals.

Since my character will be a teenager (18/19) I’d rather that you’d stick to a character around his age too. Of course, I don’t mind a little older, but it should probably range around 20-28.

I believe that’s about it…? Haha, I probably forgot something again, but that’s about all I can think of for now!

and now for the plots and ideas…

One of our muses were taken into a rather large family (they could have previously been homeless or in the foster system, or whatever else) however, it turns out that the people they’re surrounded with now are rather dysfunctional… and not what they expected. The environment basically consists of a small house that’s overcrowded with all these other kids/people from different ages that have been taken in as well. It’s dirty, disorganization is everywhere, everyone do whatever they want, but it offered a roof and a bed to sleep in and that was enough for him. Eventually, the other muse joins the family. They’re lost and confused at first, but thankfully there’s the other muse to help show them around, explain all the rules, etc. Eventually they start having feelings for each other, but one of them is skeptical about it because they are technically brothers now that they’re in the same family - or perhaps there’s a strict rule in the house that someone from the house cannot have romantic or sexual relations to another under the same roof. Things ensue from there.

Another plot would be in a typical college setting, where our muses are those students that are always skipping classes, only attending school mostly to see each other, and ditch it to spend time together doing whatever they like doing… which does not include healthy and safe stuff at all. (think alcohol, drugs, reckless behaviour, teaming up together to do stupid but funny shit to others, etc). They decide to start taking doing said things at each other’s houses, only problem being that one of our muses’ parent/s/whoever they’re living with is a cop that’s very strict and passionate about their job. Things seem to be going smooth at first, hiding their things successfully without them finding out, until one day they do.

Our muses make a bet. If one muse can’t do whatever the bet is over, the other muse must do whatever what was told of him (a sex favor most likely.) The muse loses, and persists that it was a joke, but the other wants what he was promised, and he will take it. (can be both dub/non con and completely consensual.)

Other pairings I’m willing to do: bully/bullied, rich/homeless (or poor), teacher/student, non-human/human (including this pairing because I mentioned I’d open an exception to including vampires, witches and werewolves in this rp), cheating lovers.

Any other ideas, I’m very open to listen! We don’t have to do any of these by force.

how to get in touch…

My gmail account is midnighwritings@gmail.com ! Unfortunately, I only rp over gmail, and talk over the gmail chats there which is kind of like the Skype messenger. Hope to hear from you soon, thanks for reading all of this! c: