#very talented flamingo

[churchydragon]

man now I wanna draw the Fuwa Ultra parallels of Taro and Tregear but I should really do Dart's siblings and the Seven look-a-like first.

[slut4megantheestallion]

I only have eyes for you

Human alastor x black! jazz singer

Sumarry: Before alastor ended up in hell in his human life, he fell in love with this jazz singer, and he fell deeply in love with her before he died and ended up in hell.

● Alastor was very infatuated by you when he first heard you sing on the radio. He loved your voice so soft and soothing. He is a big fan of you and your work.

● You were a famous jazz singer in New Orleans, Louisiana. You were the life of the party. Everybody wanted to be you. Men wanted you. You were eye candy in your day. Alastor heard about you, the streets of Louisiana were talking you about you so he was interested in you.

● Alastor has been to one of your shows before just to watch you sing in person. He thought you were so beautiful and elegant. your glossy red lipstick made you look stunning, I mean, his favorite color is red~. He wanted to smear it off and kiss you hungrily as he marks you and your body, your tight red dress that hugs your curves perfectly.

●"She's really good, isn't she? She's got a voice of an angel." Some random man told Alastor as he drinks his champagne but still was looking at you.

● "She is quite a gal, pure talent and beauty." Alastor smiles as he looks at you up on the stage, which caught your attention as you wink at him, making him stare at you in awe, he only had eyes for you.

● There have been women who wanted alastor's attention. I mean, he is the most famous radio host in New Orleans, but no one knows his sinister side... oh, how dumb these people were. A lot of women wanted his attention. None of them stood out to him until he saw you, on his radio shows he would play your music and can't help but sing to it and enjoy your voice, he truly had his eyes set on you.

● Everyone applauded your performance as every cheered, threw roses at you, as you smile and blow kisses to the people in the audience, as you left the stage.

● You were off the stage as you were going to the bar for a drink, he had to talk you he was infatuated by you. Alastor got up as he walked with confidence as the charming man he is.

● "My,my, my, that was a lovely performance, quite the show." Alastor lightly grabbed your hand as he kissed your knuckles, making you flustered. "Why, thank you, alastor, I'm also a big fan of you to as well. I love listening to you on the radio. You really know how to catch people's attention." You said to the alastor as you drink, you champagne, as his ego was boosted by your compliment. "Why thank you, mon Cher, it's nice like a lovely famous star noticing me." Alastor said as he took a sip of his liquor.

● I've always been a big fan of you and your charm it's quite sexy. No wonder why the ladies like you." You winked at alastor flirting with him, as he felt his dick twitch, alastor is a gentleman he doesn't think about things or feel such thing around other women, but you were a different story.

● You and the alastor clicked instantly. You laughed, drinked, and danced all night long. He was truly in love with you, and you were in love with him. Then, later on, you Two became an actual couple, which caught a lot of attention. I mean y/n the most famous jazz singer with alastor the most charming famous radio host of course people were gonna talk.

● Some women still flirted with alastor knowing he was with you, alastor love how cute you were seeing you angry but obviously he would never put you against another women for his love he'll never be unfaithful towards you he is of course a gentleman.

● Alastor would stop by your performances hearing you sing as he would smile at you and would smile back... he was truly your biggest fan.

● You would stop by at his job bringing him coffee, as you listen and watch him doing his job, and you would join and sing for the whole world to hear, and he would join in.

● Alastor had admitted that he is a serial killer. At first, you were surprised, but you didn't care. You loved him, whether he killed or not, and you still loved him, and that will never change.

● Alastor loved flauting you around to other people showing them you belonged to him and only him, being the egotistical bastard he is he would boast and brag about having you and being cocky towards men who wanted you but can't because you were with him

● Your sex life in the bed is amazing he made you fulfilled again, and again, and again until your screaming his name.

● Alastor has a blood kink he loves biting you and sees blood drip as he sucks it he loves to see you in pain as he hears your cries. The pain he inflicts your heat, which pushes you towards the edge. He loved to see you squirm and whine he finds quite adorable.

● Alastor loves marking your body. He marks you everywhere, but he loves marking you on your neck so people can notice his "masterpiece." You would panick, not wanting people to notice the mark, but Alastor finds it amusing and would kiss the marks on your body. "Don't shy away, dear. These marks show who you belong to, and you look quite ravishing." Alastor gives his charming smile, making you melt.

● He finds joy in pleasuring you the way you moan in pleasure. He loves being in control he let's you be in control time from time, but He's the one mostly in control it shows how powerful he is, and he most likely claims you.

● He is really skilled with his tongue, very skilled making you cum atleast 3 or 4 times. You would pull his hair in between your thighs, screaming loudly. He's very animalistic, but he's a gentleman. He's really caring after sex, an aftercare God.

● Period blood doesn't faze him he has no issue eating you out when you're on the time of the month while you're bleeding. He enjoys it since he's a cannibal, the blood entices him making him cum before you as he groans.

● He doesn't really moan, but he will groan and stutter sweet things in your ear and some deep groans.

He truly loves you he only had eyed for you, his darling doe.

[deatherella]

Deatherella does DOTY 2024 - Round 4

Here's the items I did up for Round 4. I made recolors, conversions, and a few new meshes. Most of the furnishings are IKEA based items since Steve-O's parents went shopping at their local IKEA store to furnish his study.

Let's start with recolors, shall we. Recolors on several Maxis poster meshes (Surf's Up and Yummers for my Tummers), the BV travel poster, and Veranka's Otter Be a Star painting.

Various rugs. Only one is in my entry. I had other ones to put in there and forgot to place them. There are square, runner, Maxis PS, Maxis Bull's Eye, 3x4, and 3x5 rugs

Sailfindragon's Santiago blinds recolored with IKEA's banana print fabric. I think I got the meshes at Affinity Sims so my link for her goes to her MTS profile.

I did a few 4to2 conversions. LightningBolt's Sega Genesis and game cartridges. It doesn't have a controller - the one in my previews and entry pics is from @2fingerswhiskey.  Peeled Orange from Surely-Sims. Floppy disks from Carabiner's Computer Lab set.

New stuff !!!! IKEA HALLSTA. Straight off the cover of their 1985 catalog. HALLSTA is actually a sofa cover, not a sofa. But I made it a sofa since I am not talented at bending faces around enough to make it a slipcover. It comes with recolors in 13pumpkin's IKEA pallette. In my downloads folder, there is an .rar with the seamless fabrics if you'd like to use them on your own creations.

IKEA Tarnaby chair. I made this from the Karlstad chair since they were a lot alike. Only one texture from the IKEA ad for it.

Chia Pets !!!! Can't get more '80s than that. One for putting on your surfaces and one for sprucing up your yard - flamingo move over, chia pet is here!

Now your teens can be the cool kids in the hood with their very own (deco) Sony Dynamite 8-track player. I made this mesh from scratch and it turned out fairly well. Little more poly than it should have for a 1-tile object but I didn't want it to look all boxy. Recolors in all Sony's colors for it - yellow, blue, red, white, black. Let's not forget those 8-track cassettes. I made these with a model from turbosquid. I deleted all the parts that wouldn't show in our games and it comes in rather low poly. There are three 8-track cassette meshes - one laying straight, a slanted one, and two together. "Deatherella_8TrackCassette" is the master for all of them. Lots of 80's bands' albums recolors.

Download ALL Round 4 items ! If you'd like to pick and choose from the items, you can find all in the Round 4 folder. Hope you have as much fun using these as I did making them.

[bamgyuuuri]

Hi Amia mylove <3 How are you? hope you feeling well.xoxo So I saw you post that we can make a request sooooo here i am... I was listening a taylor swift song (aka Sl*t) and melt at the "In a world of boy he's a gentleman" and I was wondering If you could make a yeonjun or taehyun pov about it. here's a little suggestion <3 The dazzling lights of the Fashion show danced across the venue, casting shimmering reflections off the luxurious fabrics and golden décor. I was there, dressed to impress, trying to soak in the grandeur of it all. Yeonjun/Taehyun was also in the crowd, exuding effortless charm as he mingled and enjoyed the spectacle.

But midway through the show, the weight of everything overwhelmed me, and tears began to blur my vision. Just when I thought I could slip away unnoticed, a gentle yet familiar voice interrupted my spiral.

"Are you okay?" Yeonjun's / Taehyun's warm eyes met mine, his concern genuine.

I nodded, though my shaky breath betrayed me. Instead of walking away, he stayed, his presence grounding me. He didn’t push for answers; he just stayed, silently offering comfort.

Minutes passed, and slowly, my tears subsided. Yeonjun's/Taehyun's, noticing the calm returning to me, gently patted my head with a soft smile. "You're strong," he whispered before disappearing back into the crowd, leaving me with a heart pounding louder than ever. And the rest is all you can think<3 Love your story and the way you ADD the aesthesis pics relatable with the vibe too. Takecare <3 Jia.

⤷ flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard ┈ cyj.

pairings and tags. stranger!yeonjun x fashiondesigner!reader ft. bestfriend!yunjin . strangers to ??? slowburn . mentions of reader being anxious . yeonjun just being the sweetest man ever . yunjin too!! reader has imposter syndrome . meet cute . fond!jun . not 100% proofread!

word count. 10.5k

short note ... JIAAA omg this ask is so wonderful omg thank u so much for sending me this 🙏 your suggestion alone is already so good are you kidding?!?! i got carried away again help i’m so sorry it took so long T_T still, i hope you like it <3

the world of high fashion had always been more than a dream; it was an obsession. 

growing up, you’d fill every scrap of paper you could find with sketches of flowing gowns, structured suits, and intricate details that you imagined would one day captivate an audience. while other kids talked about their favorite celebrities, you admired designers, memorizing the way their collections evolved over the seasons.

you’d sit for hours in front of a tiny screen, watching grainy videos of runway shows, completely mesmerized. the way the fabric moved under the lights, how each design told a story, and the applause that followed—it all felt like magic. you dreamed of the day your creations would make it to those very runways, carried with grace by the world’s finest models.

but as you grew older, reality set in. 

talent alone wasn’t enough. you needed money to attend the right schools, connections to open the right doors, and the kind of opportunities that didn’t just fall into anyone’s lap. no matter how much you poured your heart into your work, the glittering world of high fashion remained frustratingly out of reach.

still, you didn’t stop creating. despite the constant reminder that you didn’t have the right pedigree or the right financial backing, you kept sketching. your tiny apartment became a refuge, the four walls an oasis where your imagination was free to roam without limitations. 

the clutter of fabric swatches, sketchbooks, and sewing supplies was a sign of your dedication, even if no one else saw it. it was in that small space, away from the world’s judgment, that your designs took shape. here, you were free to imagine worlds, to dream up creations that could make people feel something, even if those dreams never materialized into anything more than the pages of your sketchbook.

it was one of those quiet afternoons, the kind where the golden light of the sun filtered lazily through your windows, casting long shadows across your desk. you sat hunched over your sketchbook, pencil in hand, lost in the flow of your thoughts as you worked on your latest design.

but then, just as the idea you were sketching started to come to life, a sharp knock broke through your concentration. you paused, glancing toward the door with a furrowed brow. it was unusual to get visitors, especially during the middle of the day.

at first, you thought it was just a neighbor—maybe someone needing to borrow something or asking for a quick favor. you returned to your sketchbook, dismissing it as nothing more than a small interruption. but then, a second knock came, this time even louder, more insistent. your head snapped up, and you could hear the unmistakable sound of a voice calling your name, bright and full of energy.

"open up! it’s me!!" it was yunjin, her voice unmistakable and full of excitement, as though she had just walked in on the biggest surprise. the sound of her knocking grew more playful—she was determined to get your attention no matter what.

you sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. you hadn’t expected a visit, but yunjin was the kind of person who could show up unannounced and immediately make everything feel lighter, even if you hadn’t been in the mood for company. shaking your head affectionately, you pushed your chair back and stood up.

when you opened the door, yunjin stood there, a whirlwind of energy and excitement. she had a bag of snacks in one hand, her phone and handbag on the other, and an expression that was equal parts mischief and joy.

"finally!" yunjin exclaimed, bursting through the door before you even had a chance to greet her. “i was starting to think you’d locked yourself away for good, like some kind of mysterious artist living off nothing but coffee and existential dread. tell me you’ve eaten something today.”

you raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes as a laugh bubbled up. "hello to you too, yunjin. and yes, i’ve eaten. thanks for asking, mother."

“oh, sure you have,” she said with a dramatic eye-roll, tossing a bag of snacks onto your counter with the flair of someone who had just conquered a great battle. "because the last time i visited, you were living off instant noodles and the sheer willpower of your creativity."

you crossed your arms, feigning offense. “hey, instant noodles are versatile!”

“sure they are,” she replied, not missing a beat as she rummaged through the bag like a woman on a mission. “well, lucky for you, i brought real food. pastries, chips, and—wait for it—fancy chocolates from my trip last week! you’re welcome.”

you laughed, shaking your head as you closed the door behind her, watching her make herself right at home. yunjin had always been like this—chaotic, energetic, and somehow always knowing when you needed a little bit of sunshine in your day.

“so, what’s the occasion?” you asked, leaning against the counter with a raised brow as she went about unpacking her treasure trove of snacks.

"what, can’t a girl visit her bestfriend without an ulterior motive?" she said, batting her lashes and feigning innocence in the most exaggerated way possible. "besides, what more could you possibly need?"

“well, maybe a chance to finally finish my sketches without being interrupted by you and your endless energy?” you teased, but the smile on your face betrayed you.

“impossible,” she replied with a dramatic gasp. "i bring joy, creativity, and snacks—not interruptions."

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “not when that best friend is currently occupied and you’re… you know, you.”

she gasped again, clutching her hand to her chest. “wow, the disrespect,” she said, feigning hurt. “but fine, if you must know, i do have a reason for being here.”

“i knew it,” you teased, though you couldn’t help but lean in, genuinely curious. “what is it?”

yunjin paused dramatically, glancing over her shoulder as though deciding how to reveal the greatest secret she’d ever had. her eyes gleamed mischievously, and she drew in a deep, theatrical breath, making sure to keep you hanging on every second. “you know how we talked about that crazy, exclusive fashion show happening next week?”

you nodded slowly, your mind already running through the possibilities. of course you knew about it—how could you not?

everyone in the fashion world had heard whispers about the event, the kind of event where designers showed off their best collections, where the elite mingled in their designer clothes. you’d followed every piece of news you could, dreaming of one day being part of something like that. “yeah, i remember. sounds… well, incredibly out of reach, but i do look forward to seeing snippets of the show online.”

she raised an eyebrow, her gaze filled with a spark you knew so well. "you think so?" she asked, her tone lighter, teasing. "well, i might have... something that could change your mind about that."

you tilted your head, your curiosity immediately piqued. “what are you talking about?”

yunjin didn’t answer right away. instead, she began rummaging through her bag, her hands diving in and out of the various pockets with exaggerated slowness. you watched, your breath catching in your throat, as her movements became more deliberate, each second of suspense building higher. her grin stretched wider as if she was savoring every moment.

you raised an eyebrow, amused, but also growing impatient. "seriously, just show me already."

she finally seemed to have found what she was ‘looking’ for, her fingers brushing against the envelope you hadn’t noticed earlier. your gaze locked onto it as she slowly pulled it out, the sleek, pristine exterior catching the light as if it were glowing in her hands. her expression was unreadable now—calm, composed, as though she was holding something sacred.

“this,” yunjin says, drawing out the moment to an excruciatingly slow pause, “is your ticket to one of the most exclusive fashion shows of the year.” her grin returned in full force, her excitement palpable, though she made no attempt to rush you. she just let the silence build as you tried to process what she was saying.

you blinked rapidly, unable to wrap your mind around it. "wait, are you—" you started to ask, but the words caught in your throat.

“oh, yes,” yunjin said, cutting you off with a wink, “a friend of mine owed me a big favor, and the first person i thought of when the opportunity came up was you, so..” she added, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper, “you’re going.”

your heart stopped. you stared at the envelope, disbelief swirling inside you. this couldn’t be real. “no way,” you whispered, your voice shaking slightly. “are you serious?”

yunjin’s grin only grew wider as she held the envelope out toward you, her excitement now matching yours, if not surpassing it. “absolutely serious. next week. front and center, you’re going!”

you glanced at the envelope, your fingers suddenly feeling too cold to touch it. everything you had dreamed of seemed so much more intimidating now that it was right in front of you. the thought of standing among the glamorous people at the show, of being seen, made your stomach churn.

you gulped as you finally found the courage to speak. “but what if... what if i don’t belong there? what if i embarrass myself? i’m not.. i’m not even sure i’ll fit in. i don’t even know what to wear—what if i’m not dressed properly for something so important?”

yunjin’s expression softened as she noticed the self-doubt clouding your tone. gently, she cupped your face with her hands, guiding you to meet her eyes. “hey,” she said, her voice calm yet full of conviction, “listen to me. you are more than enough to be in that world. more than enough. you’ve got the talent, the passion, the drive… everything it takes. don’t let anything trick you into thinking otherwise.”

her thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, her touch tender yet firm, as if to emphasize every word. “you’ve worked so hard for this, and you’ve earned it…! the world’s ready for you. you just need to believe it too.”

you tried to process her words, but the nagging voice of doubt still lingered in your mind. sensing your hesitation, yunjin’s smile softened even more. “if you’re worried about the outfit, you don’t need to stress about that either. i’ve got your back. i’ll help you pick something that not only fits perfectly, but makes you feel just as confident and amazing as you truly are, okay? you’ve got this, i promise.”

you blinked, the weight on your chest starting to lift just a little, replaced by a sense of warmth. her belief in you was like a steady anchor, grounding you, soothing the swirl of anxiety that had taken over your thoughts.

“thank you, yunjin,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as a lump formed in your throat. “i... i’m more than thankful.. i owe you a lot...”

yunjin’s smile returned, this time brighter and filled with warmth. she reached out and ruffled your hair playfully. “you don’t have to worry about that. i’ve got you, always. now, let’s get you ready to own this moment, yeah? we've got lots to do!”

with her confidence bolstering yours, you could feel a flicker of excitement slowly replacing the doubt. yunjin’s belief in you was more than just comforting—it was empowering. for the first time in a long while, you let yourself imagine that maybe, just maybe, this dream could be real. ꒰🍦꒱

the next few days blurred into an endless cycle of preparation. sketches, plans, and ideas occupied your waking hours, but amidst all of it, yunjin remained your anchor—a constant source of energy and reassurance. when she declared it was finally time to shop for the perfect outfit, you knew you were in for an adventure.

“i’ve cleared my whole day for this,” yunjin announced the moment you stepped into her car. she was wearing her usual bold confidence like a second skin, her oversized sunglasses perched atop her head. “today is all about you, and i won’t rest until we’ve found the one.”

“the one?” you echoed, buckling your seatbelt. “sounds like you’re taking me wedding dress shopping or something.”

“same thing, babe,” she quipped, tossing you a grin. “except instead of walking down the aisle, you’ll be strutting into a room full of people who need to know how incredible you are.”

her words settled in your chest, warm and reassuring, but before you could respond, she floored the accelerator. yunjin didn’t just drive; she commanded the road, weaving through traffic with a confidence that matched her personality.

the first store she dragged you into was as intimidating as you’d feared—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and racks of clothing that screamed “luxury.” the air even smelled expensive, a faint mix of bergamot and something floral. yunjin took one glance around and immediately zeroed in on a display of sequined dresses.

“you know,” you mused as you glanced around, “this place has incredible tailoring. look at that dart placement on that jacket—it’s genius.”

yunjin rolled her eyes fondly. “of course you’d notice the stitching before the silhouette. come on, focus. we’re not here to critique; we’re here to conquer.”

she dragged you toward a rack of outfits, pulling out pieces with the fervor of someone on a treasure hunt. “this,” yunjin then declared, plucking a vibrant emerald-green gown from the rack and holding it against you. “imagine walking into the show in this. jaws would drop.”

you raised an eyebrow, eyeing the dress skeptically. “jaws would drop because they’d think i’m trying to blind them.”

yunjin rolled her eyes, thrusting the dress into your arms. “try it on. trust me, you’ll look like a goddess.”

you sighed but complied, disappearing into the fitting room. when you emerged, yunjin gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her mouth. “oh my god. you’re stunning!”

“i look like a disco ball."

“a chic disco ball,” she corrected, circling you like a fashion critic. “but okay, maybe this isn’t the one. next!”

the shopping spree continued in a similar fashion—yunjin pulling outrageous outfits, you reluctantly trying them on, and both of you dissolving into laughter more often than not. at one point, she handed you a pair of neon yellow boots and insisted they were “the future of fashion.”

“yunjin, these look like construction worker boots dipped in highlighter,” you said, holding them up as though they might bite.

“and that’s why they’re iconic!” she shot back, her grin wide. “come on, just try them on. i need to see how they look with those pants you’re wearing.”

you groaned but slipped them on anyway. when you stepped out of the fitting room, yunjin burst out laughing so hard she nearly doubled over, clutching her stomach. “oh my god,” she wheezed, “you look like a high-fashion traffic cone.”

“you’re the one who told me to try them!” you shot back, kicking one foot out in mock frustration. “this is your fault.”

she wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing. “okay, okay, i admit it. maybe those were a bit... much.” then, her expression softened, and she stepped closer, fixing the hem of your sweater. “but seriously, you’re making everything look good. even those boots. you’re incredible.”

her sudden sincerity caught you off guard, and you felt a small, embarrassed smile tug at your lips. “you’re only saying that because i’m letting you drag me around like a dress-up doll.”

“nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. “i mean it. you’re going to own that fashion show. they won’t know what hit them.”

with her words buoying you, you followed her through store after store, trying on an endless array of dresses, suits, shoes, and accessories. yunjin’s playful critiques kept you laughing the whole time.

“too sparkly. you’re not auditioning for a pop group,” she said of one dress.

“too boring. you’re not a corporate intern,” she dismissed another.

“now this—” she held up a dramatic cape-like jacket, “this says, ‘i am the moment.’”

“this says, ‘i’m about to take flight,’” you countered, shaking your head.

but amidst all the jokes and theatrics, there were moments where yunjin’s care for you shone through. when you hesitated to try on a fitted dress, worrying it might not suit you, she gently nudged you forward. “just try it,” she said, her voice soft but insistent. “you’ll see what i see.”

and when you emerged wearing the dress, her reaction wasn’t over-the-top or playful this time. she simply smiled, a warm, genuine smile that made your chest tighten. “you’re beautiful,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. “you belong there just right.”

you stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words. “thank you,” you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“don’t thank me,” she said, squeezing your hand. “just believe it.”

as the day wore on, the two of you eventually found the outfit—a sleek black dress with intricate detailing that was both elegant and bold. when you tried it on, you knew immediately it was the one.

yunjin clapped her hands together, beaming. “there it is! you’re going to look so good in this. it’s perfect.”

“you really think so?” you asked, turning to check the mirror for the hundredth time.

“no, i know so,” she said, her confidence unwavering. “and when you walk into that show, every single person in that room is going to see what i’ve seen all along—that you’re amazing.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re too much sometimes, you know that?”

“and you love me for it,” she shot back, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “now let’s get out of here before i bankrupt us both.”

as you left the store, bags in hand, you couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, a little braver. with yunjin by your side, the once-daunting prospect of the fashion show now felt... exciting. and as she launched into a story about some guy who’d cut her off in traffic earlier, you realized how lucky you were to have her by your side. ꒰🍦꒱

before you knew it, the day of the fashion show had arrived. the morning sun streamed through your apartment windows, casting a golden glow on the carefully chosen outfit hanging nearby—a testament to days of preparation, laughter, and yunjin’s unyielding faith in you.

though she couldn’t physically accompany you, her words of encouragement replayed in your head, steadying your nerves like a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“you’re going to kill it,” she’d said, her tone carrying a conviction that felt foreign to your own heart. “every single person in that room will wish they were as talented as you. just remember that.”

you replayed her words in your head like a mantra as you stepped out of the taxi, but the sight that greeted you made your stomach drop.

the venue was alive with energy, a level of grandeur you hadn’t quite prepared yourself for. flashing lights from paparazzi cameras created a chaotic strobe effect, casting fleeting shadows on the impeccably dressed crowd. there were celebrities you vaguely recognized, important figures with an air of effortless elegance, and designers moving with a sense of purpose that made your every hesitant step feel painfully out of place.

your chest tightened as you clutched the sleek envelope in your hand, the weight of it suddenly unbearable. “okay,” you whispered to yourself, taking a shaky breath. “you can do this. yunjin believes in you, so… you believe in you too.”

but your pep talk was cut short when someone brushed past you, their shoulder colliding with yours hard enough to make you stumble.

“sorry,” you mumbled instinctively, though the person didn’t so much as glance in your direction, their focus elsewhere.

your cheeks burned, even though no one else seemed to notice the exchange. pulling your bag closer to your side, you attempted to regroup, scanning the crowd for any indication of where you were supposed to go.

but there were no clear signs, no friendly staff member waving you toward an entrance. just a thrumming mass of glamour and purpose, every single person moving with an ease you envied.

you hesitated at the base of the grand staircase leading to the main doors, uncertainty rooting you in place. should you just walk in? was there someone you needed to check in with first?

gathering what little courage you had left, you decided to follow a group of attendees who were flashing similar envelopes to yours at a security guard near the entrance. their polished confidence made you feel like a lost child in comparison, but you forced yourself to mimic their movements.

“invitation?” the guard asked when you approached, his tone curt but professional.

you fumbled with the envelope, nearly dropping it in your haste to hand it over. “here—sorry—here you go,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

the guard scanned it with a practiced efficiency before nodding. “straight ahead, through the main doors,” he instructed, already turning his attention to the next person in line.

you murmured a quiet “thank you” and stepped inside, only to be immediately overwhelmed by the sheer opulence of the space.

the venue was breathtaking, a gilded labyrinth of elegance and extravagance. golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their soft glow casting a warm light over the sea of attendees. the hum of conversation filled the air, punctuated by bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses.

your earlier nerves returned with a vengeance as you tried to navigate the room, clutching your bag like a lifeline. every step felt tentative, as though you were walking on eggshells, terrified of drawing attention to yourself.

you scanned the crowd for any indication of where you were supposed to go, your eyes landing on a table near the back where a few attendees were collecting what looked like name cards. relief flooded you as you headed in that direction, only to falter when you realized there was a long line.

“of course,” you muttered under your breath, taking your place at the end of the queue.

when it was finally your turn, you stepped up to the table, your anxiety flaring under the attendant’s sharp gaze.

“name?” she asked briskly, her tone clipped but not unkind.

you stammered out your name, feeling your cheeks flush as she flipped through the cards with an almost agonizing slowness. each passing second stretched longer, the weight of her silence pressing down on your chest.

finally, she found your card and handed it to you with a curt nod. “row c, seat 13,” she said before turning her attention to the next person in line.

you stared at the card in your hand, a mix of relief and dread coursing through you. “row c,” you murmured to yourself, your voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.

now came the next challenge: finding it.

the seating area was a maze of rows and sections, each one more crowded than the last. you wove through the throng of attendees, muttering soft apologies as you accidentally bumped into shoulders and bags. every misstep felt amplified, your nerves magnifying the smallest of stumbles.

“excuse me,” you said softly, trying to squeeze past a particularly dense group of people. when they didn’t move, you tried again, louder this time, only to be met with indifferent glances.

your frustration bubbled just beneath the surface, but you swallowed it down, determined not to let it show. instead, you approached a staff member stationed near the aisle. “hi, um, can you point me to row c?” you asked, your voice laced with desperation.

the staff member gestured vaguely to the left. “over there, by the center aisle.”

you nodded your thanks and hurried in the indicated direction, only to find yourself once again weaving through clusters of people. your pulse quickened as you scanned the rows, your eyes darting between the seat numbers and the impatient glances of those around you.

just when you were about to lose hope, you finally spotted your seat. never have you ever felt this glad to see the number 13 in your life. a wave of relief washed over you as you sank into the plush chair, clutching your bag to your chest like a shield.

your heart was still racing, but for the first time since arriving, you allowed yourself to take a deep breath. you’d made it. barely, but you’d made it.

as you adjusted your posture, trying to appear more composed than you felt, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered, maybe you do belong here after all.

you now watch as the venue slowly fills up with people, the hum of conversation around you growing louder and more animated with each passing moment. the seats beside you begin to fill as well, the air charged with an excitement you’re not entirely sure you can match.

your hands grip the edge of your seat as you try to steady your breathing. it should be comforting to see others settling in, but instead, it only makes your chest tighten. the reality of the moment is starting to sink in: you’re here. the event is real. and soon, you’ll be sitting through a show filled with people who belong to this world, while you’re still wondering if you truly do, too.

your thoughts spiral, every worst-case scenario playing out in your mind. what if someone talks to you? what if you say something wrong? what if you trip on your way out?

“okay, stop,” you mutter under your breath, shaking your head as though you can physically dislodge the anxiety from your mind. you take a deep breath, willing the oxygen to calm your racing heart. “you’re fine. you’re fine. it’s just another room of people, that’s all.”

but just as you’re beginning to regain some semblance of control, your nerves decide to betray you in the most inconvenient way possible.

you feel the telltale pressure building, and your stomach drops. of course the anxiety wasn’t enough—now you have to pee.

you glance around the venue, trying to locate the restrooms without looking too obvious about it. but the thought of weaving through the growing crowd again makes you want to crawl under your seat and hide.

“great timing,” you mutter sarcastically, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “just perfect.”

you sit there, locked in an internal battle that’s as ridiculous as it is frustrating. your mind races through every possible consequence of leaving your seat. what if i lose my spot? what if someone takes it? what if i come back and look completely out of place? but none of those worries are quite as pressing as the growing discomfort making it increasingly hard to sit still.

you cross and uncross your legs, trying to buy yourself a little more time, but it’s no use. the urge is only getting stronger, and you know you can’t wait until after the show.

“ugh, fine,” you groan under your breath, earning a curious glance from the person sitting two seats away. you shoot them an apologetic smile before rising reluctantly to your feet. “just my luck,” you mutter to yourself as you gather your courage and step into the growing tide of people.

navigating through the crowd feels like threading a needle—while blindfolded. you weave your way through clusters of people, murmuring “excuse me” after “sorry,” but your politeness doesn’t seem to be contagious.

a sharp elbow clips your shoulder, and a tall man doesn’t even glance back as he strides past. “oh, sure, it’s not like i’m here or anything,” you grumble under your breath, rubbing the spot.

as you inch closer to the hallway that leads to the restrooms, a pair of women standing in the middle of the walkway are too engrossed in their conversation to notice they’re blocking the path. you hesitate for a moment, then clear your throat gently.

“um, excuse me,” you say, trying to sound as polite as possible.

they both glance at you with identical raised eyebrows, as though you’ve just interrupted a royal decree. one of them steps aside with a huff, the other muttering something you can’t quite catch—but it doesn’t sound kind.

“thank you so much,” you say with a tight smile, though your tone drips with sarcasm. they don’t respond, already turning back to their conversation as if you don’t exist.

you sigh, pushing forward and silently willing yourself to get through this without any further incidents. but as you turn the corner, another hurdle awaits—a woman balancing a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. she’s standing directly in front of the sign pointing to the restrooms, completely oblivious to the fact that she’s blocking the way.

“excuse me,” you try again, louder this time.

she glances up, frowns, and moves just enough for you to squeeze by, muttering something about “people in a hurry.”

“yeah, sorry for having basic human needs,” you mutter under your breath as you finally spot the restroom door like it’s a beacon of hope in a stormy sea.

the second you finally finish your business, you feel the sudden relief of having taken care of that problem. you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. but as you wash your hands, the booming sound of music filters through the walls. the show is starting. right now.

you glance nervously at the mirror, quickly dabbing at your face to fix any stray smudges of makeup. with shaky hands, you apply a final coat of lipstick, then press your palms against the countertop to steady yourself.

okay, okay, you’ve got this. the show’s starting, but you’re still here, still in it. still feeling a strange sense of excitement that makes your heart race even faster. the overwhelming mix of anticipation and nerves makes you feel lightheaded, like you could burst into action any moment.

with a deep breath, you push the door open and make a beeline for the hallway, your steps quickening as you feel the pressure of time.

but as you reach the end of the hallway, you freeze.

the venue was already packed.

no way.

the moment you step back into the main room, it’s like hitting a brick wall of bodies. people are everywhere—standing in groups, chatting animatedly, glancing at their phones, adjusting outfits, and striding toward their seats. you try to push through, but it’s like swimming upstream.

the sea of people presses in from all sides, making every step feel like a struggle. you try to sidestep a couple who are blocking the narrow path ahead, but they’re moving in tandem, oblivious to your presence. perfect.

your anxiety was beginning to creep back up again. i’m never going to get back to my seat at this rate.

you glance over at the packed rows, scanning for your spot, but there’s no way to tell where you’re supposed to go. your seat is just another tiny speck in the ocean of people.

you start moving in the direction of the seats, but it’s like trying to navigate through a dense fog. the buzz of chatter and the low hum of the music overwhelm your senses, making it even harder to focus. you have to keep reminding yourself that you’re actually here, that you’ve worked so hard to get to this point, but the sheer chaos around you makes it feel like you’re suffocating.

why is this so difficult? you think, frustration starting to bubble up. i should be enjoying this, right?

every time you think you’re getting closer to an opening in the crowd, someone else steps in front of you, forcing you to backtrack or dodge around them. this isn’t happening right now, is it?

as you tried to push through the crowd again, your determination was slipping with each passing second. you could feel the panic rising in your chest, and despite all the preparation, despite all the effort yunjin had put into getting you here, you felt utterly lost. 

this was supposed to be the moment. you thought, but the weight of the situation was crushing you, and even yunjin’s encouraging words were starting to feel distant, like they didn’t belong in this overwhelming mess of people and lights.

you tried to steady yourself, but the crowd was relentless. and then, without warning, your heel caught on someone’s foot, and you were falling, knees slamming against the hard floor with a painful jolt.

you barely had time to register the fall before the sound of laughter from nearby voices filled your ears. you quickly glanced up, hoping for some sign of help, but no one made a move to assist you. the people around you seemed too preoccupied with their own lives to even notice you struggling.

a lump formed in your throat as you slowly pushed yourself up, hands shaking as you planted them on the floor to lift yourself back to your feet. each movement felt like a struggle, like everything was working against you. your breathing was shallow, your heart racing in your chest.

you stood there for a moment, hands gripping the edge of the nearest chair, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts spinning through your mind. you could hear the music in the distance, the thumping bass marking the beginning of the show.

it’s starting. it’s really starting.

but all the excitement you’d felt earlier evaporated into a thick fog of frustration and helplessness. the models were already walking down the runway, the crowd shifting in their place to watch, but all you could do was stand there, neck craned, doing your best to balance on your toes, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of anything, but it was impossible. the people in front of you were taller, wider, blocking every possible view.

your shoulders slumped as the tears threatened to spill over. this was it. all this preparation, all the effort... for nothing.

your breath hitched as you felt the tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. this was the moment where everything seemed to fall apart. you couldn’t see, you couldn’t even get to your seat, and you were starting to feel like an imposter in the midst of all these people who belonged.  a shaky exhale escaped your lips as you glanced around, searching desperately for something—anything—to hold onto. but all you saw were backs turned to you, figures moving seamlessly, like they were all part of a rhythm you couldn’t quite catch. the room felt like it was swallowing you whole, and the tears blurred your vision, making the dazzling lights above seem like distant stars. you bit the inside of your cheek, a futile attempt to pull yourself together, but even that wasn’t enough. the weight of it all was crashing down, and for a moment, you thought you might drown in it.

but before you could spiral any further into your self-doubt, a gentle but firm hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, making you freeze in your tracks. the touch was unexpected, like an anchor that yanked you out of the chaotic whirlwind of your thoughts, pulling you back from the brink of complete panic. your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, everything else disappeared—the crowd, the overwhelming noise, the pulsating lights of the venue. it was just that hand, warm and steady against your skin, grounding you in a way that felt both foreign and comforting all at once.

you turned, startled, and found yourself looking up into a pair of dark eyes, calm and steady, as though they could see right through the chaos in your head. there was something in the way he looked at you that made everything, just for a second, seem less daunting.

“hey,” he said, his voice low and reassuring, “you alright?”

you blinked up at him, unable to speak at first. the confusion, the stress, your glossy eyes, the overwhelming feeling of being out of place all mingled together, but his calm presence was like a lifeline.

he offered you a small, comforting smile. “you look like you could use a hand.”

you swallowed hard, still trying to calm the rapid thud of your heart, but the tightness in your chest refused to loosen. the noise around you felt deafening now, and you could feel the familiar sting of tears threatening to spill. you blinked rapidly, trying to focus, but the room was spinning, the air suffocating.

“i—i’m sorry,” you stuttered, your voice shaky as you attempted to explain, the words tumbling out in a rush. “i’m... i’m lost. i can’t... i can’t find my seat, and i don’t know how to—i... i’m not supposed to be here. i-i can’t see anything, and everything’s so crowded, and i just—” you stopped, the words sticking in your throat, feeling hopelessly tangled. your hands trembled at your sides, and your breath hitched in your chest.

a concerned look immediately fell upon the man’s face, his brows furrowing as he watched you struggle to steady yourself. without hesitation, he reached forward, gently taking your trembling hands in his own. the warmth of his palms against yours was grounding, and he brought your hands together, holding them securely in his grasp.

“hey, hey,” he said softly, his voice steady and low, “it’s okay. just breathe for me, alright? just one deep breath. in through your nose, out through your mouth.”

his thumbs brushed lightly over the backs of your hands as if to anchor you further, his touch firm yet reassuring. “it’s alright,” he continued, his tone calm and measured, “you’re okay. i’ve got you. take it one breath at a time.”

you hesitated, your chest still tight, but his steady presence made it easier to focus on his words. closing your eyes briefly, you forced yourself to follow his instructions. a deep inhale through your nose, then a slow, shaky exhale through your mouth.

“there you go,” he encouraged, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “one more for me. just like that. in... and out.”

you repeated the process, your breaths gradually evening out. the storm of panic that had consumed you began to ebb, leaving behind a fragile sense of clarity.

“that’s it,” he said softly, his hands still holding yours. “you’re doing great.”

you opened your eyes, the sting of tears still present but no longer overwhelming. his gaze met yours, steady and full of kindness, and for the first time that night, you felt like you weren’t entirely alone.

the man offered you yet another one of his gentle smiles before his free hand disappeared into his pocket. he pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief, holding it out for you to take, the motion so natural and considerate that it caught you off guard.

“here,” he said softly, as though he knew you were on the verge of refusing. “it’s clean, don’t worry.”

you sniffled, hesitating for a moment, but the kind look in his eyes left you no choice but to accept. “thank you,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper as you took the handkerchief.

it felt soft and well-cared-for, and you pressed it gently against your cheeks, wiping away the tears that clung stubbornly to your skin. as your vision cleared, you instinctively looked up to return the handkerchief, but then...

oh.

your breath caught in your throat as you got a proper look at him for the first time.

he was... wow.

the kind of breathtaking you’d read about in novels or seen in perfectly lit photoshoots. his features were sharp and refined, yet there was something warm and approachable about the way he carried himself. his dark eyes held an undeniable depth, a mix of intensity and softness that made it hard to look away. his hair framed his face effortlessly, and the hint of a grin playing on his lips seemed almost out of place with how gentle he’d been just moments ago.

as if sensing your flusteredness, the man let out a soft chuckle, the sound warm and surprisingly soothing. his head tilted slightly, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he nodded in understanding. "it’s okay," he said gently, his voice carrying an unspoken reassurance that he wasn’t judging you. "just making sure you’re really alright."

you managed a small smile, your heart still beating a little too quickly—not just from the chaos of moments ago, but now from the way he was looking at you, like you were someone worth paying attention to.

just then, the commentator’s voice echoed through the venue, announcing the next set of pieces about to grace the runway. the subtle shift in the atmosphere reminded you where you were, though it didn’t stop your stomach from flipping nervously all over again.

“looks like we don’t have much time,” the man said, his gaze flicking toward the direction of the commentator’s voice before returning to you. without hesitation, he extended his hand, palm up, his fingers slightly curled in invitation. “come on. let’s get you somewhere with a better view.”

you stared at his hand, your breath hitching slightly as hesitation crept in. could you really trust him? this stranger who had been kind to you when no one else even noticed? your fingers twitched at your sides, uncertainty coiling in your chest. what if this was some elaborate prank? or worse, what if you embarrassed yourself even more by blindly following someone you didn’t know?

but then you looked up, meeting his gaze again. his eyes were steady, unyielding yet soft, as if silently telling you that it was okay. there was no rush, no pressure—just the quiet reassurance of someone willing to help.

with a deep breath, you slowly reached out, your hand brushing against his before you fully placed it in his. his grip was firm but careful, his warmth grounding you instantly.

“there we go,” he said, his lips curving into a gentle smile, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. “trust me, you won’t regret it.”

꒰🍦꒱

as he led you through the crowd, weaving effortlessly between clusters of people, you couldn’t help but cast a skeptical glance around. the farther you went, the more unfamiliar the path seemed, and unease began to bubble in your chest.

“uh, where exactly are we going?” you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you noticed the thinning crowd around you. the lights grew dimmer, and the sounds of chatter and camera flashes faded into the background.

he glanced back at you, his smile still intact but now carrying a hint of mischief. “someplace better.”

“better?” you echoed, eyebrows furrowing as you looked around the increasingly exclusive-looking hallway. “this... doesn’t look like a public area.”

he chuckled lightly at your tone, the sound rich and melodic. “just trust me,” he said again, his grip on your hand steady as he led you past a velvet rope that you were almost certain regular attendees weren’t allowed to cross.

“this is off-limits, isn’t it?” you pressed, your voice dropping to a whisper as your eyes darted around, half-expecting someone to stop you. “are we going to get in trouble?”

“relax,” he said, his tone reassuring but laced with amusement. “you’re with me.”

“and who exactly are you?” you muttered under your breath, half to yourself, but he must’ve heard because he chuckled again, this time more quietly, as though enjoying your skepticism.

finally, after navigating a winding staircase and passing through an unassuming doorway, he stepped aside and gestured for you to step forward. you hesitated, peering inside, but the sight that greeted you left you momentarily speechless.

the balcony lounge stretched out before you, a space elevated high above the main floor. plush seating and dim lighting exuded exclusivity, while the glass barrier at the edge provided a breathtaking view of the entire venue.

“wow,” you breathed out, unable to stop the word from tumbling out as you stepped closer to the glass barrier. the view was breathtaking—perfect in every sense. from here, you could see the entire venue laid out like a grand tapestry. the runway stretched out in a seamless line, illuminated by artful lights that bathed it in a radiant glow. models moved gracefully, their outfits shimmering like living art, and the audience’s reactions created a living pulse that filled the space.

your fingers lightly brushed against the cool glass as you leaned closer, your wide eyes drinking in every detail. “this is... unbelievable. it’s perfect,” you murmured, almost to yourself, as though afraid the words would break the magic of the moment.

behind you, the man watched, his grin growing. he leaned his elbows on the railing, his posture casual, but his gaze was anything but. he seemed entirely captivated—not by the view of the runway, but by you.

his amusement deepened as you watches you press a hand over your heart, still marveling at the scene below. the way you took it all in, so openly and earnestly, made him forget, for a fleeting moment, where you even were.

he let his gaze linger—on the way the soft lighting kissed your features, the faint remnants of tears you’d wiped away earlier adding a delicate vulnerability to your expression. he found himself studying the small details: the curve of your lips as you whispered to yourself, the way your fingers traced the glass as though committing the view to memory.

but then you turned abruptly, catching him mid-thought. your eyes, still wide with wonder, locked with his. his breath hitched slightly, but he masked it with a sheepish chuckle, pushing himself off the railing.

“you still didn’t answer my question,” you said, tilting your head slightly. there was a curious sharpness to your tone, but it was softened by the lingering gratitude in your gaze. "who are you?"

his grin returned, wider this time, his earlier moment of surprise replaced by easy charm. “ah, you caught me,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “my name's... yeonjun.”

he extended a hand towards you once more, his movements fluid and confident. “and you are?”

you nodded slightly in acknowledgment, offering your name as your hand met his, your voice steady but carrying a thread of bashfulness. his fingers were warm against yours, the handshake firm yet oddly gentle. the touch lingered for a fraction longer than necessary, a subtle pause that neither of you commented on. when you both pulled away, you cleared your throat, the small noise cutting through the charged silence.

the quiet that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it carried a certain weight, filled with the quiet sounds of the fashion show below. the models moved like art in motion, their outfits catching the dramatic lighting as they walked with precision and elegance. the audience’s murmur blended with the music, creating an atmosphere that was both electric and intimate.

you leaned slightly against the barrier, completely taken by the view. the exclusivity of the lounge afforded you an unobstructed panorama of the venue, and for the first time all night, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be. the glistening runway, the precision of the models, the applause—it all felt surreal, like stepping into a dream.

beside you, yeonjun shifted slightly, his arms resting lazily on the railing as he turned his gaze toward you. his expression softened as he took in the way your eyes sparkled, your awe so apparent it made his lips curve into a fond smile. you were so wrapped up in the scene before you, that you didn’t notice his gaze lingering. he couldn’t help but wonder if you even realized how effortlessly captivating you looked in that moment. “so,” you spoke suddenly, breaking the quiet with a slight turn of your head toward him, completely unaware of the way he quickly snapped his eyes back to the show. “how do you even know about this place? and how are you able to be in such an exclusive part of the venue?”

yeonjun blinked, his lips quirking into a mischievous smile as he leaned back, his hands casually resting against the railing. “ah, you’ve caught me,” he said, his tone light but with an edge of teasing. “let’s just say... i have my ways.”

your brow furrowed, crossing your arms in playful disbelief. “that’s it? ‘i have my ways?’”

he chuckled, the sound deep and warm, his shoulders shifting slightly as he leaned closer to you with a grin. “well, what else do you want me to say?” he teased, his voice low and smooth. “i can’t just give away all my secrets in one go.”

you raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. “you’re not exactly giving away any secrets.”

“true,” he conceded with a shrug, the glint of amusement never leaving his eyes. “but that’s the fun of it, isn’t it?”

“the fun of being vague?” you countered, though there was an undeniable twinkle of curiosity in your gaze. “so, what exactly do you do? are you in fashion too? a model? designer? photographer?”

yeonjun hummed thoughtfully, tapping his chin in mock contemplation. “why don’t you take a guess?” he said, his tone teasing, clearly enjoying the vagueness.

you rolled your eyes, though you couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at your lips. “this is ridiculous. you’re impossible.”

“impossible?” yeonjun repeats with a smirk, clearly unfazed by your challenge. “nah, i’m just... fun.” he flashed a wink, his voice smooth as honey. “besides, who wouldn’t want to leave a little mystery?”

you rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "you sure love being mysterious, huh?" the question was playful, but you couldn't shake the sense that there was more to him than he was letting on.

yeonjun just chuckled softly, and there was something about the sound—rich, smooth, and unhurried—that made it feel like the world around you slowed for just a second. it was like you were both in on some private joke, sharing the moment despite the crowd around you. you didn’t mind the silence between you two; it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was just peaceful, like the calm after a storm.

just then, the third set of pieces emerged on the runway, and your breath caught in your throat as you took in the intricate details, the stunning designs. you couldn’t help but feel a thrill rise up inside you as you watched the models glide down the runway. the way the fabric moved, the way the pieces complemented the models' bodies—it was all so... perfect.

you leaned forward slightly, eyes sparkling with excitement as you pointed out the dress that had caught your eye. “look at that one,” you said, your voice filled with awe. “the fabric—it's so delicate, but the design is so strong. and the color, it’s not just a plain red. it has this... depth, like layers of crimson blending together. the pleats on the skirt, the texture—it’s all so well-thought-out.”

yeonjun’s gaze flickered toward you, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise as he watched you closely, as though trying to figure out how you could notice all these details with such intensity. “you really know your stuff,” he remarked, his voice thick with amusement. “how can you notice all those details? most people wouldn’t even see half of that.”

you paused mid-rant, your excitement temporarily muted by the attention. your cheeks flushed slightly as you felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness. “well,” you said, hesitating for just a moment, “i... i’m acatually an aspiring fashion designer.”

yeonjun’s eyes softened at that, and there was a flicker of something in them—something... intrigued, maybe? he leaned in just a little, his posture shifting to show more interest. “an aspiring designer, huh?” he repeated, his tone surprisingly gentle for someone who’d been so teasing moments ago. “i should’ve known. there’s no way anyone could appreciate the details as much as you do unless they had an eye for design.”

you blinked, caught off guard by how understanding he sounded. you glanced down at your hands for a moment, suddenly feeling a little more vulnerable. “i’ve been working on some of my own pieces, but, you know... still figuring things out.”

yeonjun seemed to notice your hesitation, and his expression softened even more, though there was a glimmer of something playful in his eyes. “figuring things out is part of the process,” he said, his voice rich with warmth. “trust me, i’ve been there too.”

you glanced up at him, surprised by how genuine he sounded. “you have?” you asked, almost disbelieving.

he gave a small nod, his gaze briefly turning distant, as though lost in a memory. "yeah. the fashion world isn’t as easy as people think. but the ones who stick with it... they make it in the end."

there was a brief pause, and you took in his words, the weight of them settling on you. you weren’t sure why, but something about him made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t so far from your dream after all.

“thanks,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. it was more than just gratitude—it was a quiet affirmation that maybe you were on the right path, after all. ꒰🍦꒱ as the models continued to walk down the runway, you couldn’t help but get lost in the details of every piece. each look had its own story to tell, and you felt an overwhelming urge to share that excitement with someone, anyone.

yeonjun, fortunately, was right there, listening with quiet amusement as you rambled on.

"oh my gosh, look at that one!" you exclaimed, leaning slightly forward, pointing to a model in a simple yet striking gown. “the draping is just... it’s absolutely flawless. see how the fabric hugs the body and then just cascades out at the bottom? it’s almost like it has a life of its own. like the material is alive, you know? and the way it catches the light—"

yeonjun nodded, still watching you with that soft smile. “i see it. you’re right, it’s like the fabric is moving with the model, almost like it’s breathing with them.”

you looked at him briefly, surprised at how well he was following along. “exactly!” you said, your voice full of excitement. “and see the next one? the detailing on the neckline—it’s so delicate but intricate at the same time. the tiny beads embroidered around the collar, it adds this elegant touch, almost like it’s a necklace built into the fabric.” yeonjun could only chuckle lightly, amused by the way your eyes lit up every time you spotted something new.

you pointed again, this time at a model in a dress with a sharp, angular hem. “look at the sharpness of those edges! it’s almost architectural, like someone sculpted the fabric into that shape. it gives such a bold, confident vibe!”

yeonjun chuckled softly, watching her animated gestures with a twinkle in his eye. “hmm, you're spot on. such sharp, clean lines.”

“right? and the fabric choice, too. it has this stiffness to it, but not in an uncomfortable way—more like it’s meant to stand up on its own.” you beamed, caught up in the details.

his eyes softened. “you really notice everything, huh?"

you waved him off, already distracted by the next model. “oh, and this one! the way the sleeves puff out like that, it’s so dramatic but playful at the same time! and the fabric’s so airy—it looks like the model’s floating in it!”

yeonjun's gaze stayed on you, amused. “floating, huh? you make it sound so magical.”

“it is magical!” you responded, almost laughing at how much you’d already gotten lost in the runway. “and look at this one—look at how the waist is cinched so perfectly, giving the whole outfit such a nice structure, but it doesn’t feel too stiff. the way it moves... it's like it was made for the model’s body.”

yeonjun smiled, nodding. “i couldn't agree more.”

as the show continued, you kept going, pointing out the minute details that caught your eye, from the slight pleats on the edges of a sleeve to the way the fabric billowed out like a cloud. yeonjun simply listened, always agreeing with a small nod, a quiet “mhm” or “i see it,” but mostly, he just watched you, the way you effortlessly lost yourself in the designs.

you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d felt so... alive. It was as if you were standing right in the middle of a dream, and you weren’t afraid to look at every single detail that made it so perfect.

and yeonjun? well, he just couldn’t take his eyes off you.

once the event came to its dreaded end, you couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly in disappointment. you pouted just a little, your lips forming a soft, almost melancholic curve. “i miss it already,” you murmured, mostly to yourself, as if the emptiness left by the show weighed heavily on you. “it feels like it ended too soon.”

yeonjun, who had been watching you the whole time with that subtle, amused smile, chuckled softly in response. it was a warm sound, almost affectionate, as if he found your sincere reaction endearing. "yeah, it’s always like that,” he agreed, his voice rich with fondness. “time flies when you’re caught up in something that amazing.”

you sighed again, almost as if you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something so beautiful had come to an end far too quickly. "i wish i could’ve stayed in that moment a little longer. it felt... perfect."

yeonjun’s smile widened just a bit, and he leaned against the railing, his gaze flickering between you and the slowly clearing crowd. "you made the most of it, though," he said, voice steady and reassuring. “not many people would’ve appreciated every little detail like you did. that’s something special.”

you glanced over at him, a soft blush rising to your cheeks at his words. "i guess i got a little carried away," you admitted with a shy laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. the thought of how you had been rambling with excitement made your heart skip a little. "but, i mean, how could i not? it was all just... breathtaking."

his eyes softened at your response, and he gave you a playful, knowing smile. "it’s nice to see someone so passionate about it," he said, his voice light but carrying a layer of sincerity. "you really got lost in the moment."

as the last few guests started trickling out of the venue, the noise around you began to swell, the sounds of chatter and the click of high heels filling the air. the once intimate atmosphere of the show now felt overwhelming with the crowds, the room suddenly feeling far too cramped.

yeonjun’s eyes scanned the space briefly, his expression thoughtful. then, without missing a beat, he looked back at you and raised an eyebrow. "i know a less crowded way out," he said, his voice calm amidst the growing chaos. "let me lead you out. wouldn't want you getting lost in this crowd."

you glanced around at the sea of people, their voices blending together in a cacophony, and immediately felt a little more anxious. you didn’t want to get lost in the rush of people, and his offer seemed like the perfect solution. after a moment of hesitation, you finally let out a soft breath and placed your hand in his, your fingers brushing against his palm with a fleeting but comforting touch.

“thank you. again,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, the quiet sincerity of it making you feel strangely grounded in the midst of everything.

he gave your hand a light squeeze, his smile growing just a little warmer, more genuine. "anything for the most enthusiastic fashion designer slash critic i know," he teased lightly, his tone playful but kind.

you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling an unexpected warmth blooming inside you. you wanted to ask more, know more about him, but the moment felt so peaceful, and for once, you were content to just be present.

with a subtle nod, yeonjun led you through a quiet, hidden exit, avoiding the growing crowds of people who were starting to spill out into the streets. the path he guided you down felt like a secret, and somehow, you didn’t question it. instead, you were more than glad to have met someone as kind-hearted as him on what was turning out to be one of the most important days of your life.

once you were out of the building, the bustling noise from the show seemed so far behind you. yeonjun, still holding your hand, walked with a calm ease, his presence making the city’s energy feel just a little more bearable. his touch was like an anchor, steady and reassuring.

“let’s get you to a car,” yeonjun said as he turned toward a sleek limo waiting nearby. you blinked in surprise as he casually waved to the driver, the gesture effortlessly commanding attention.

you paused, a small frown tugging at your lips as you shook your head. “what? oh, i couldn’t possibly—”

but yeonjun wasn’t having it. with a playful smile, he waved off your hesitation. “oh, come on,” he said, his tone coaxing yet gentle. “it’s not every day i get to be this chivalrous.” he gestured toward the car with a teasing glint in his eyes. “besides, you’ve earned it.”

before you could protest further, yeonjun ushered you toward the limo with a gentle hand on your back. you sighed, defeated by his insistent kindness, but in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse. his warmth, his attentiveness—it was all so comforting.

as you climbed into the car, you took a deep breath, sinking back against the plush seat, the quiet hum of the limo's engine making everything feel just a little bit surreal. once you were settled in, you turned to yeonjun, your eyes filled with gratitude.

“thank you, yeonjun,” you said again, your voice filled with so much gratitude that it almost felt like the words themselves couldn’t fully express what you were feeling. “really. for everything,” you continued, your gaze soft and sincere. “i don’t even know how to explain it, but… i honestly wouldn’t have made it through today without you. you made all the difference—more than you could know.”

yeonjun gave a small, dismissive shrug, his eyes glinting with an almost mischievous gleam. “it’s nothing, really” he said casually, though there was something in his voice that suggested he truly meant it. “if it's any consolation, your company and your little rant was something i truly enjoyed.”

the words, simple as they were, made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t quite expected. you nodded, smiling softly. but before you could say anything else, yeonjun’s expression shifted, becoming slightly more serious. “well then, see you soon.”

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[simplyreveries]

Can I request dorm leaders x reader whos Sam's younger sibling and its just chaotic at times with them and their partner but its sweet and adorable yet they also see a protective sam nearby or his friends on the other side watching them

You can ignore this if you don't want to or its a bother,have a lovely day/night

thats so cute what😭

riddle rosehearts

he finds how sweat you are to be endearing — it truly is what won him over with you… even though you get into trouble and chaos with ace, grim, and deuce a lot even when you're at heartslabyul to see him you find yourself attracting some sort of crazy situation to occur. nevertheless… riddle is a little bit more lenient with you and he does give you special treatment that the heartslabyul students have a love-hate relationship with because that means riddle wont exactly be Harsh on them either.

he was in the gardens with you one day showing you the pretty flamingos and cute hedgehogs that live there. he thought it was sweet to see as you held them in your hands, he watches you with a loving gaze only to be like utterly surprised when he catches a little shadow friend come and just disappear??? and you didnt even bat an eye when that happened too, just placing a hand on his arm giving him a reassuring laugh of “classic sam”... SAM??

riddle is a bit nervous to talk to your brother now whenever he comes by his mystery shop for something, but he tries his best to look and act his absolute best! sam chuckles because it's clear that he's trying to be exceptionally better in his eyes. though he does appreciate it when riddle does come up to him and ask him for advice on things that you would like as he peers around his shop looking for the perfect gift for you and such.

leona kingscholar

imagine having a good relationship with your brother, leona doesn't seem like he minds or cares much of sam or his little protective tendencies he may have over you. he'll shrug it off, thinking it’s more of annoyance when he's catches his friend finding the two of you together, like can't he see it's his time to sleep and rest on your lap right now... his ears always quirk at the faint noises of the shadow, and he huffs in irritation.

he's already used to a lot of chaotic behavior from a lot of people in this school and his own rowdy dormmates as well, so he doesn't really bat an eye when that sometimes gets yourself into trouble to which you would just playfully shrug off with a grin.

leona does think you are cute; your attitude comes to be very surprising for an all-villains school. but you've got him impressed with some of your own talents you've learned with sam, heavily within the business world- whenever you drag him into his mystery shop to say 'hi' to sam when walking through the campus. he does catch glimpse and hear your own inputs and even crazy but helpful ideas.

azul ashengrotto

it's a bit tough considering sam is basically his business rival... they have their own "battles" if you will with their businesses, like in their dorm ssr vignette where azul successful got customers back from sam by getting rights of his "mystery drink". he may or may not try to get some info out of you in terms of what ideas sam has for his store, but you just shut that down quickly haha.

azul does try to convince you that working at the mostro lounge is so much better for you. he keeps it as just a mere lighthearted suggestion - but you can tell he means it. he can't help it, i mean, your personality would be just great for customers! your chaotic energy would only just match floyds. azul would much rather have you around him more anyways.

sam wouldn't be the most trusting of azul, especially when it comes to you for more obvious reasons. so, it's going to take a while for him to start liking the idea of azul or let alone any of those untrustworthy octavinelle students, he knows what they're mostly about— he's been working at this school for a looong time. he says that like he isn't as well though….

he internally freaked out though when he notices sams shadow come and leave to just check up on you?? during one time when he was sharing a meal, small dessert and a moment with you during the calm after hours in the mostro lounge. he kept a cool and collected look, but this guy was sweating BULLETS.

kalim al-asim

he loves your energy, as kalim can always match it. he is just like you in many ways- you two are a perfect pair. he also gets along great, (at least he thinks) with sam as well. i mean, sam really doesn't worry much about kalim anyways, because its kalim. if he happens to notice sams little shadow friend on the off chance he'll happily wave and call out "hey! look who it is (name)!".

kalim straight up goes to sam all the time whenever he wants to know something like what he thinks he should get you as a gift or what kind of activities and dates would you like... but that sometimes just ends with kalim rambling about you to your own brother hehe. but hey, he also does want to be on sams good side!!

sam gave his approval though when kalim came in worriedly during near closing hours of the shop and literally bought anything and everything treat, chocolate, jewelry— things he thought you’d like and what. when sam was asking him what's this all for he’ll exclaim something is wrong with you and that you're clearly upset about something! (you only hugged him twice that day).

vil schoenheit

he thinks your relationship with your brother is endearing… he always been an only child so he wouldn't completely understand but he does value family a lot, which in his case, his father who he has a good relationship with

he believed he had a pretty solid relationship with sam, he does work there as a part timer during the new year's event. so, surely sam does have a good idea on the kind of person vil seems to be and believes he's a diligent person. not to mention he does have a popular and famous rep so surely; he's heard people talking about vil.

vil lowkey takes it personally when he notices sams shadow friends…. like theres no way he doesnt trust him?! he’ll have his brows furrowed, his hands on his hips and huff, and like riddle he’ll put on the best and most charismatic side of him to gain that brother of yours trust. like he did with the mostro lounge drink once, he’ll do the same for sam and promote a something new in his shop on his magicam-! plus you’ll like that too so it's easily a win-win for him.

idia shroud

he and sam have an interesting relationship considering they've once made some secret deal so idia could lowkey cheat in the beanfest event. so, they're both kind of chill together- well, sam was definitely a little... unsure when you happily came up to him you were dating idia.

besides that, one instance he hardly sees idia unless it's during the night to buy instant meals and recently released manga. but even then, it's the quickest in and out interaction with him. sam will always tell you finds that boy so strange, but then again everyone is here at this school, he’ll shrug it off… for the most part.

idia probably gets more nervous around him too though knowing he's an older sibling, as idia is older sibling himself he knows how overly protective they can be. he does like your relationship together as he likes that you two have something to relate with by having siblinhs. but he nearly freaks out when he catches glimpse of one of sams shadow friends. his eyes go wide and you're just like “oh…! my brother is so silly” and he's so confused?? as you just brush it off used to your brother??

malleus draconia

sam would be a little surprised needless to say when you happily come to him one day and excitedly tell him that you've been confessed to, confessed to by the malleus draconia…! he is quite used to hearing other students from various dorms gossip and nasty rumors, talking mostly ill about him, but he doesn't feel as if there’s a real threat or anything with him even when it comes to you… like anyone can see from a mile away that he is the epitome of a “gentle giant” with you.

like during the off chance that sam did send out his shadow… merely out of slight concern once it was literally when you were just making malleus a flower crown and placing it on his head and gently around his horns… literally nothing to worry about.

whenever malleus catches your more mischievous side come out when with your brother, he thinks it is quite amusing. you seem to take a lot from him,,, and not to mention he finds your relationship with him to be sweet. he in fact appreciates sams watchful eye over you, because it just means you're extra safe, you know?

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Still not sold, the house w/the purple garage door. 1977 build in San Luis Obispo, CA. The owner did the tile work inside and has not reduced the price of the 4bd, 3ba home. It's still at $1.95M.

The front door and skylight are decorated with mosaics.

I think that if you buy a house owned by an artist, if the artist is truly talented, you get extra. Note the dancing flamingos in the fireplace and the mosaics around the mirror.

Outside the living room is a terrace and the owner painted murals on both walls.

Next is the open dining room and kitchen. He has a small table, but a much larger one will fit.

The kitchen was redone at some point, b/c this is a mid-century home. In here, the owner did his mosaics on the walls and backsplash. Is that a big flatscreen in lieu of upper cabinets?

He did a mural in the primary bedroom.

The bedroom also has a private terrace with hand painted murals on both walls.

Interesting bath. Modern version of a clawfoot tub in front of the window and a very interesting glass sink.

On the landing there's a handpainted shade on the window.

I wonder if the art on the walls convey (and I wonder if I'd want it).

There's an enclosed porch off the family room.

It has an ocean scene on the wall and is used as a dining space with a mini-fridge. There's a kitchen and laundry in here. A little weird, but okay.

And, it also has a terrace.

Then right off the hall by the bedrooms, there's another kitchenette. Look at the wall done in glass baubles.

This bedroom has mosaics and a mural.

I've never seen sauna with a mattress.

This bedroom has mosaics and art, plus a mural. It also has a door to a terrace.

Mosaic bath.

Purple door to a small patio with a sink & fridge.

Nice scenery and it's actually the garden.

The back of the house goes down and some of the bedrooms are on the lower level. The yard and garden are nice and an average size. The lot measures 7,000 sq ft.

Well, I know it's in California and all, but I don't think I would choose it if I had $1.95M to spend.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/295-Santa-Maria-Ave-San-Luis-Obispo-CA-93405/15426114_zpid/

[sweetcomicval]

𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑! | 𝐉𝐉𝐇

pairing: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader song choice: winter wonderland - laufey word count: 1.5 k PEACH & PINE MASTERPOST

The house was alive with activity as you and Jaehyun prepared Teo’s performance for the annual holiday talent show at his daycare. It was all he’d talked about for weeks, especially after he and Jaehyun decided he’d perform “In Summer” from Frozen. It was the ideal choice—fun, upbeat, and simple enough for a four-year-old.

Jaehyun took his role as coach very seriously. They practiced every day in the afternoons and extra on the weekends. He focused on teaching Teo the lyrics, the cute dance routine, and even slipped in some pep talks to build his confidence. Meanwhile, you were busy putting together the stage props.

“Alright, Teo,” Jaehyun said, crouching down to meet his son’s gaze. “Remember, you’ve got to start with a big smile—like this!” He flashed his brightest grin, which Teo mimicked with a giggle, showing off his tiny teeth and cute dimples.

When the music began to play, Teo took a deep breath and sang the first few lines of the song. Jaehyun watched proudly, his heart swelling with each note Teo hit. “Awesome, Teo! That’s it! Now, the dance moves—just like we practiced.”

Teo nodded, his eyes sparkling as he watched Jaehyun demonstrate the routine. The living room had transformed into their mini stage, while the dining table served as your makeshift craft station.

"Okay, let's do it one last time, and we’re done," Jaehyun said with encouragement. The melody kicked in again, and Teo shuffled side to side, singing about sunny days and good vibes. Jaehyun's eyes twinkled as he watched Teo, occasionally stepping in to offer gentle corrections.

When the song ended, you and Jaehyun clapped at Teo. “Sweetheart, that was amazing!” you exclaimed, scooping him into a hug.

Teo looked up at you with a mix of pride and nerves. “You think so?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful. “Absolutely,” you assured him, setting him back down. “You’re going to wow everyone, baby.”

“Of course,” Jaehyun chimed in, ruffling his hair. “And we’ll be right there, cheering for you.”

The preparations continued as the big day drew closer. You’d found the perfect outfit for Teo—a crisp white shirt and shorts to match the beach theme. You even changed the buttons to black ones to make him look like a little snowman. And you found a pair of tiny black sunglasses to complete the look.

For the props, you raided the garage, pulling out all the summer stuff: Teo’s beach toys, inflatable flamingos and balls, and even an umbrella. The stage setup looked like summer exploded in the middle of December, which felt oddly perfect. You wanted to capture the playful, sunny vibe of the song.

You and Jaehyun knew how much this meant to Teo and wanted to make it as special as possible for him.

Finally, the big day arrived. The daycare’s auditorium had been transformed into a cozy winter wonderland with twinkling lights and a massive Christmas tree. Jaehyun and Doyoung had been asked to perform a song, so you all had to arrive a bit earlier than the rest. “I can’t believe it’s finally time for the show!” you whispered to Jaehyun, squeezing his hand. “Teo’s been practicing so hard. I just hope people will like it.”

Jaehyun looked at you, his gaze warm and reassuring. He squeezed your hand back firmly and whispered, “They’re going to love it. He’s a natural.” His smile, genuine and kind, eased your nerves.

Teo’s grip on your hand tightened as you scanned the rows, trying to spot your seats. The parents and their kids started to fill the rows—everyone dressed to impress, ready to show off what they’d been practicing for weeks.

The lights dimmed, and the school’s head, Kim Soohyun, walked onto the stage with a friendly smile on her face. “Good evening, everyone!” she began, her voice clear and cheerful. “Tonight, it’s all about our little stars!” She paused, scanning the crowd. “To kick things off, we’ve got something special for our opening act. Please welcome NCT’s Jaehyun and Doyoung!”

The audience broke into applause, and your heart skipped a beat. The audience burst into applause, and your heart raced in your chest. Teo's eyes lit up as he looked at you, his little hand pointing to the stage. “Daddy's going to sing now, Mommy!"

You smiled down at him. “And with Uncle Doyoung!”

The music started, and the spotlights swung to the center of the stage, revealing Jaehyun and Doyoung in glittery Santa hats and matching outfits. They sang a lively version of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." Jaehyun’s deep, steady voice balanced perfectly with Doyoung’s lighter, more animated tone. Their years of singing together were obvious—every lyric and laugh felt natural, and their easy chemistry drew smiles from the audience.

The crowd clapped along, and you felt a wave of pride. Despite their crazy schedules, Jaehyun and Doyoung had made time for this, giving everyone a moment to enjoy and connect during the holiday season. When they finished, the room erupted into cheers, and Mrs. Kim returned to the stage, clapping enthusiastically. “Thank you, Jaehyun and Doyoung, for such a fantastic start to the night! Now, let’s move on to our main event—the talent show!”

The two men bowed and slipped back into the audience.

One by one, the children took the stage, showcasing their talents. There was a little magician who dropped his wand twice but kept going, a pair of siblings who sang a duet like Ryan and Sharpay, and a group of tiny ballerinas, with Eunji dancing alongside them. Each performance brought smiles and cheers, the room alive with proud parents and joyful energy.

When it was finally Teo’s turn, he stood backstage, clutching both of your hands. “Just like we practiced, sweetheart,” you said, bending down to kiss his cheek. “You’ve got this.”

Jaehyun crouched beside him, gently pinching his cheek. “We’re your biggest fans, Teo. Mommy and I will be right there cheering. We love you!”

Teo smiled shyly and gave you both a quick hug. "I love you too."

Back in your seats, you held your breath as his name was announced. The stage lights came on, illuminating the playful summer-themed backdrop you’d worked so hard to create. The music started, and the audience recognized Olaf’s voice. Teo stepped forward; his clear, sweet voice filled the room, a little shaky at first but growing steadier with each note.

When he hit the final line—“IN SUMMER!”—he spread his arms wide, with all the confidence he had in him. The audience erupted in applause, the loudest cheers coming from you and Jaehyun. Teo took a bow, really deep, and then sprinted off to the backstage..

Jaehyun leaned in close, his voice low in your ear. “Let’s go find him.” You laced your fingers through his and made your way through the rows of seats towards the busy backstage. Then you spotted Teo, surrounded by his friends, telling him he did great. The moment he saw you and Jaehyun, his face lit up. “Mommy! Daddy!” he called out, running straight into his dad’s arms.

“Teo, you were incredible!” You gushed, covering his face in kisses. Jaehyun held him even tighter. “We’re so, so proud of you, baby. Everyone loved it!”

Teo pulled back slightly. “Really?” he asked, glancing up at you both, his voice a blend of wonder and hope.

“Really,” you both answered at the same time, smiling at him like he was the brightest star in the room.

After the final act, all the kids were invited back on stage for the grand finale. The teachers handed out little trophies to each of them, their faces glowing with pride as they congratulated the children. Mr. Parker, Teo’s English teacher, approached him with a shiny trophy in his hands. “You did a fantastic job, Teo! And your English was perfect!” he said kindly.

Teo accepted the trophy with both hands and a wide, dimpled smile. “Thanks, Mr. Parker!” he replied cheerfully. He scanned the crowd and quickly found you and Jaehyun. Without missing a beat, you both stood up and raised your arms, forming a heart above your heads, a gesture to show him how much you loved and supported him.

On the walk back to the car, Teo skipped ahead, his trophy gleaming in the streetlights. He turned back to you and Jaehyun, his dimples showing as he grinned. “This was the best day ever!”

Jaehyun slipped his arm around your shoulders, and you exchanged a look—one of pride, love, and the shared knowledge that moments like this made all the hard work worth it. You knew this was just the beginning of many proud moments to come, and you couldn’t wait to cheer him on every step of the way.

a/n: this one came waaay later because i’m still sick 🥲 anyways, enjoy! feedback is appreciated 💌 i miss jaehyun like crazyyyy 😭

[onceuponalegendbg]

Thoughts On Project: Eden's Garden Chapter 1

Note: These are just my fresh off the first watch thoughts on the characters. Also, so very subjective.

Damon Maitsu: Ultimate Debater - Snake. My overall opinion on Damon hasn't really changed much since the prologue, which is something you'll see with a lot of the characters. He's still very full of himself, manipulative. He's also seemingly got an inferiority complex, always so self conscious about his talent especially in comparison to someone like Wolfie. I do find it interesting that of everyone Damon trusted Eva despite every red flag. Was it really as simple as her agreeing with him and that gave him enough validation to think "see, she thinks like me." I still like him as our protag and can't wait to see where he goes.

Wolfgang Akire: Ultimate Lawyer - Sheep. (Dead) Another character that my thoughts haven't changed a whole lot on. I didn't really trust him but I didn't think he needed to die. He was a complicated presence in the game. Sometimes his mannerisms skeeved me out, but he was never outwardly malicious. Not really. And I mean, he turned out to be right not to trust Eva...so... I'm curious about what went on with his dad though I do have my guesses.

Toshiko Kayura: Ultimate Matchmaker - Flamingo. This poor girl is not making it to the end of the game. I still don't have many overall thoughts on this little mochi but it is gonna suck when she inevitably dies.

Eloise Taulner: Ultimate Fencer - Swan. I'm starting to think Eloise may have more of a backbone than she lets on, and I'm curious how her...antagonism with Grace is going to progress (as much as I love Grace I also loved seeing Eloise push back a bit). I'm certain she is also not going to make it through this game, but I'm unsure if it'll be as a victim or a killer.

Desmond Hall: Ultimate Marksman - Shark. I like him. I appreciate his demeanor. Someone like him is definitely needed.

Ingrid Grimwall: Ultimate Blacksmith - Lion. Team Mom that I'm prepped to lose. Ingrid is very charming. Unfortunately I don't have much to add to that. Although, her singing voice is lovely.

Wenona: Ultimate Entrepreneur - Bear. She's such a bitch. I love her. I'm still waiting for her and Cassidy to have a meaningful interaction given that they've set up that conflict. I appreciate that she doesn't take anything at face value, it makes sense for someone in her profession.

Cassidy Amber: Ultimate Pro Gamer - Spider. Speaking of everyone's favorite gamer. I'm still keeping my theories about her in my back pocket, but I'm willing to admit I like her. A lot of that is due to her voice actress sounding like she is having the time of her life. Also her memory is actually really impressive. Must be from memorizing all those fight patterns.

Mark “Mayhem” Berskii: Ultimate Music Producer - Alligator. The boy looks consistently like he needs a nap. For that, he is a mood.

Jett Dawson: Ultimate Drag Racer - Coyote. I have next to no thoughts about this man. Uh.... His voice actor is good.

Diana Venicia: Ultimate Cosmetologist - Chameleon. I want to protect this good bean and am somehow still suspicious of her all at once. I can't figure out what it is about Diana that just... makes me squint. Genuinely cannot put my finger on where this is coming from. She did make me tear up during the trial though. Snowy did a great job. Is Diana the game's New Hope? Is she going to die tragically? Most likely.

Kai Monteago: Ultimate Influencer - Butterfly. Alright, so. My opinions on Kai have definitely changed. He's not a fav or anything but I like a lot of how he interacts with people, particularly Damon. He still kind of annoys me, mostly just because I find him whiny. But, it doesn't feel nearly as bad as it did in the prologue.

Ulysses Wilhelm: Ultimate Historian - Owl. Let's see... I still love history, note taking, and am in desperate need of a nap. I'm just Ulysses, friends. If I were the killer though, I'd go for this guy. His note taking is so helpful during trials. That aside, I'm actually growing pretty fond of this little nerd. His little interjections were cute.

Jean Delamer: Ultimate Ship Captain - Dragon. God, I genuinely don't want anything to happen to this man. He's such a steady presence. An anchor, if you will.

Eva Tsunaka: Ultimate Liar Mathlete - Crow. (Dead) Hmm. So. I've got some complicated feelings on this one. I was pretty certain once her real talent was revealed that she wasn't long for this world. I wasn't entirely sure that it would be this chapter but considering peoples' vague commenting on some of my predictions it felt like a safe bet. However, despite this, I found myself liking Eva as a character. Once the cool facade was ripped off, I felt bad but also endeared (which I imagine was the point). Still, once Wolfie bit the dust I had a hunch about Eva, though the bobby pin was a bit of a red herring that gave me pause (also fuck Eva for trying to frame Diana). My complicated feelings for this character come from the reveal of her motives. I didn't really feel anything when she was executed, and I'm starting to think that's a me problem given other reactions I've seen. I think what gets me stuck is that Eva seemingly has a form of a persecution complex, or perhaps it's closer to a victim complex. Now, this isn't to say that the others weren't being assholes to her. They were. But I'd also like to point out that Eva brought a little of it on herself when she chose to keep lying. If she'd just come out as the Ultimate Mathlete to start, yeah she might have got some snickers, but she made it worse by going to such lengths to keep that hidden. Again, I'm not excusing the bullying, but there is a trend of Eva making things worse for herself by lying. Diana and Damon actually reached out their hand to her. Diana especially just wanted to be her friend. But Eva couldn't see that. You know who she reminds me of? Goob from Meet the Robinsons. I'm also just a little confused on what the actual motives were. Like, the Traitor Perk was cool, but was she actually going to die by Tozu's hand if she didn't do something or was that a mislead just to get her to panic or...? I don't know. I liked her as a character, I just have complicated feelings. Maybe Ultimate Liar really was the more appropriate title.

Grace Madison: Ultimate Golfer - Rabbit. She's perfect. And that's it. I guess I'll see you guys next- What? What's with that look? ... Ugh. Fiiiiine. So, I've made it no secret that Grace is my favorite character. She's been my favorite since her introduction in the prologue. I think a lot of it comes from the VA giving 110% to her performance, but I just also find her funny... for the most part. Yes, even I can admit sometimes she's harsher than she needs to be (what the hell did you do, Grace, that your blackmail warranted that reaction). I give her some leeway during the trial because she'd just lost Wolfie but still. Speaking of, her relationship with Wolfgang is another point of interest. I wouldn't have initially called them as a thing because... well they're them. I want to know how all that happened. I don't even ship them and I am fascinated by this development (also my thing from the prologue). Her reaction after the execution was also worth noting seeing as she was the most vocal about wanting Eva executed. Given all this, I'm looking forward to what development she goes through before they inevitably decide that another one of my favs needs to die. ....I'd love to be proven wrong though, guys! ....Guys? ..... Please?

Overall Chapter 1 was great. The pacing in the trial could have maybe been tightened up but I had a blast.

[seokminfilm]

dokyeom with a talented cook s/o

warnings: mentions of overreating & being self-conscious about weight, a single the bear reference

now playing: flamingo, kero kero bonito (2020 lyr would have screamed in joy)

— seokmin is a great cook okay he's stated in the most recent allure korea video that he enjoys cooking and can make a mean sotbap

— but he wants to be spoiled by you sometimes

— ESPECIALLY if you can cook well

— he's really shy in the way he asks you to make something for dinner

— but you know he wants something

— he's always hovering around you when you walk into the kitchen for whatever reason, and after a while you just ask "what do you wanna eat dokyeom?" to which he pretends to act surprised about

— loves ANYTHING you cook or bake but has a personal list of requests he usually asks you for

— seokmin loves when you guess what he wants to eat before he tells you

— 9 times out of 10 it's an italian dish since he's still on his italy kick from nana tour

— will try to help you in the best way he can

— seokmin has matching aprons for you and him so whenever one of you is cooking, the other can supervise or watch with a matching apron

— helps you cut anything you need and is literally SO professional w it

— dicing tomatoes and onions like carmy berzatto from the bear

— eats and eats and EATS until he's satisfied (he's a plate cleaner)

— sometimes feels self-conscious about his weight or body and will not eat as much or as fast as he usually does (which you catch onto quickly)

— he's also very wary of overreating and sometimes will not eat at all (which you're very strict about at times because you want him to be healthy)

— you always assure him that he doesn't need to eat much, but also doesn't need to go without food or be hard on himself for enjoying a good meal

— professional at pairing drinks or wine with any meal

— he always gets cheery after that, and you give him a nice bowl of vanilla ice cream to cheer him up

— seokmin is your eager taste tester

— any sauce, broth, noodle, or egg you cook, seokmin is on standby, ready to try & give you feedback on it

— a great detector of missing flavors

— if your dish needs more salt, pepper, soy sauce, sesame oil, or whatever else you added in, seokmin can tell you what you need without hesitation

— always eats your food, whether it's something he's tried before, something he hasn't had, or testing an experiment you had just created

— calls you every fancy name under the sun when you plate your dishes like a professional with the smeared sauce on the plate & perfect seasoning

— literally brags to his friends about how you were a michelin-star chef in your past life

— buys new cookbooks almost every month so he can convince you to cook something out of them

— will pay for the groceries for the meal and EVERYTHING (he will do anything just as long as he gets to eat it)

— values meal time with you, and will always try to make a way for the two of you to have dinner together and at the same time

— seokmin LOVES you, but he also LOVES your cooking <3

[chunkymamatam]

sorry im not sure if anyone has asked this, but how are the npc characters in twst? are they mean? they seem like they would be mean.

also how are the overblots talked about? are the people who overblotted ashamed because of it or does it not effect them? thank you for reading!

The "NPCs" are hit or miss. Obviously, they're actually people over there so they have lives and actual personalities other than asshole pfff They tend to fall into different personality types tho

Savanaclaw students tend to fall into either stereotypical jocks (douchy gym bros), or surprisingly decent but takes their sports seriously.

Heartslabyul students are really scared of Riddle half the time so I haven't gauged their personalities very well but they do come to me for a pink shirt to take care of the flamingos a lot. It's to the point I actively have pink shirts just for them pfff.

Octavinelle students are hard workers and are surprisingly respectful. Really cocky though. They have a reason so I'm not that mad lol There's also a lot of guys who come from old money in there.

I was too busy trying to get out of Scarabia to actually get to know any of the Scarabia students but they seemed chill for the most part lmfao

Pomfiore students are such prissy and pretentious assholes I stg. They all have talent yeah but have some god damn humility. Vil keeps them in check for the most part. He's of the belief that you can take pride in your work but your work should speak for itself rather. In his words "How good could your work be if all you ever do if prance around campus blabbing about it but never provide a proper portfolio and examples of it." Anyway I love Vil and he's a great actor and singer. My superstar /aff

I haven't met any Ignihyde students but one can assume its full of a bunch of hermit, gamer boy twinks /j I really don't know shit about them tho lmfao

Diasomnia is full of very regal people but it's surprisingly diverse. There's the snobs of course, there's those who are very respectful, a very small group of people who act similar to Sebek but are just quieter about it lmfao, but they all really respect (and fear) Malleus. A lot of Fae and half fae are in that dorm. I rarely see them though. Kinda illusive lol It's really chill in the dorm tho.

As for the overblots.. No one wants to talk about it. It's a very hush hush almost shameful topic for the whole school. Which makes sense but is unfortunate. I've gotten an apology a total of twice but that's as far as anyone has actually talked about it after the fact.

[pinky27freak]

Twisted Wonderland OC

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Biographical Information

MC: Patricia Catherine Prime

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: August 27

Starsign: Virgo

Height: 166cm

Eye color: Cognac Brown

Hair color: Brown with red and blonde highlights

Homeland: Earth, USA

Family: Veronica, Hydra, Unnamed mother, Unnamed Father

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Fun Facts

Dominate Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Bake potato soup

Least favorite food: cooked veggies and fruits

Deschotty bratt people

Hobbys: Baking

Talents: Singing

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Professional Status

Dorm: Ramshackle

School year: First & Second year (Depends on subject)

Class: unclear

Occupation: student

Club: Unclear

Best subject: Magical History

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School uniform Home screen lines

Summon: Twisted Wonderland, eh? It's not a real Wonderland without my family.....

Groovification: A all boys school?! ..... great, I can just smell the dirty socks by just thinking about it.

Home: Ack!! This tie won't tie-

Home Transition 1: I can't believe Grim burned a statue and shattered a priceless chandler on the first day.... I near strangled that cat afterward out of fear and anger of almost being expelled.

Home Transition 2: It's not as bad as I expected it to be here. Most of the students keep to themselves. But the ones who don't have learned very quickly not to mess with my sister or myself.

Home Transition 3: ...... oh, sorry, I was staring off into space again, just thinking...... About? Uh.... well, honestly, I was thinking about a stupid argument Ace and Deuce were having earlier about feeding the flamingos in pink clothes.

Home Transition - Login 1: --LOCKED--

Home Transition - Login 2: --LOCKED--

Home Transition - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Home Tap 1: The woods behind Ramshackle are one of my favorite spots to hide away. It's so peaceful in there. Heartslabyul and Pomefiore's gardens are also a great spot to get away from everyone. The Botanical gardens are nice, too, but I always run into Savanaclaw’s dorm leader Leona there.

Home Tap 2: Crowley gave me another assignment to do.... *sigh* At least the teachers don't give me as much homework as the others, or I'd be toast.

Home Tap 3: hehehe.... Veronica is just smothering Grim in hugs. He's so lucky she's here, or I would have kicked him out a long time ago.

Home Tap 4: My magiccam following went up after Cater posted a picture of me on his page. I guess the rest of the school wanted to see the sunrise pictures I take on my way to class.

Home Tap 5: .... I think I've become he unofficial mother character of the first year gang. I mean, I don't mind. They're all adorable, and I see them like younger brothers.... well, all except Sebek. I swear just mentioning his name makes me irritated.

Home Tap - Groovy: Floyd asked about my shoes and where I got them. I guess they don't have Converse here cause he said he hadn't seen anything like them before.

DUO:

[PATRICIA]: Mmm, want to show these boys how it's done, sis?

[VERONICA]: Only if Grim doesn't get hurt.

[accio-victuuri]

From this article that mentioned WYB and his dedication while filming One and Only:

Russian dancer ( Denis Aleshenko AKA DC Flamingo ) talks about starring in a movie with Wang Yibo and the development of break dancing in China

Now China is the most popular place, everyone wants to come here to dance competitions. Because there are many events held here. Many foreign legendary judges were invited to the event. Everyone was willing to come, watch and participate. In addition, the organization of the underground battle (dance dance) itself was of a very high standard. Because there were many invited participants, you always It is in competition, there are many people (audience) at the scene, everyone is screaming, you can feel the atmosphere, and the original intention of breaking is also here. The level of Chinese break dancing has greatly improved during this period, and the Chinese Started to stand out at all sporting events, 'underground' too. 'China has the best break dancing in the world' no longer sounds like a joke."

In the past four years, Denis has tried various creative forms and even participated in the popular variety show SDC. One of his most unforgettable things recently is the filming of the movie "One and Only" (2023), starring Wang Yibo and Huang Bo. He said his filming lasted about four weeks, two of which were spent preparing for the dance. Dennis plays a member of a foreign team who competes with the protagonist's team in the finals.

Denis was full of respect when talking about the protagonist of the film, emphasizing that he has amazing business capabilities and devoted himself to the filming: "Wang Yibo is both an actor and a dancer. Overall, he is an all-round entertainer and very talented. I remember when we were filming the last scene and rehearsal before the battle. We did a warm-up, which is necessary for dancers. He always comes up with something new. It seems to me that he really loves to dance, so he will do whatever it takes to make up for the lack of time. He wanted to practice anytime, anywhere. He said, guys, we have time, five minutes, let’s dance. He danced by himself, while also trying to borrow some new moves from us. I think he learned quickly, because he doesn’t have time to think, he needs to do everything right then and there.”

[lifenconcepts]

you do have oc’s yes. give the lore now. That is an order, mister /j /nf

BHSXHHDOBSOXBXBI HAVE TOO MANY

UHM

I GOT LIKE A MILLION ESSAYS OF LORE FOR MOST BUT HERE ARE THE INTRODUCTIONS:

For this show I wanted to write I have 3 main guys I love dearly, Lifen Heid who is the main dude and German- is secretly holding some kind of power and yet isn’t aware of it. This spirit guy Fhelix (quite OP but is so fed up with every being that he litterally does not use his powers at all except for his main goal) knows though and was set off on a journey to help him become a god like he once was but can’t say what he’s doing otherwise they would both die an agonising death. They got some chemistry and lore together plus I advanced the plot into a full blown book. Robin, a side character whom I love dearly, is a pathetic little kid who was forced to flee from his planet from false vigilante accusations and resides in the realm (this whole new world only accessible through a portal) with Fhelix, whole ordeal, and also some other people that also had the same fate, basically heroes turned sour and he got trapped into their little group (There’s this massive group and all got their individual relationship with one another and personality but in short they’re like 15-23 year old losers with some sort of dramatic past and incredible talents (lemme tell you about them..) ) So there’s Batrose - an emo shithead who is 99% a sadist and is a very good swordsman, and despite that, he is in a relationship with Florence, an absolute sweetheart who also is quite a dangerous individual. Basically that meme template where they both can absolutely kill you but one visibly has intention and the other is bubbly. Both dress somewhat goth. There’s also Dan, a daredevil cat hybrid who always looks for trouble and is a horrid influence on Robin but I still love him, not too much older then him. Westifer is this ginger kid the same age as Dan and yet is much more secluded than the rest and has an amulet passed down from generation to generation which allows him to practically bend water to his will, but he sort of struggles with it. He has a floating blob of water he can activate anytime and it’s somewhat sentient and has bubbles for eyes but mostly just helps him get to places sometimes as it’s body can act as a cushion. Also has a pet flamingo named fern. There are some other others but they’re not worthy enough of being saved in my mind.

one of my newest two is Neil Wolfman, he got a shitload of lore which I could copy and paste here in a second. Absolutely adore him but in short he’s a pathetic little soggy boy who has a car and out of paranoia spends most time out in the suburbs and owns an adorable German shepherd named Arc. also this mad scientist I haven’t bothered with making a name for that I do quite love and is my most attacked character for art fight!

also idk if it counts but just any variety of me whenever I draw myself, ranges from abstract concept to realistic depiction to absolute goofy doodle to entirely new creature or human.

I also realised like not lately that they almost all were some representation from me and I was incredibly surprised.

[asksakitherito]

Happy Yuletides, Mrs Saki. I'll admit, while my talents spread wider than most - gift giving isn't a skill I excel at. I havn't much ever celebrated the holidays before, at least not so informally, and I have found myself at a loss for a few weeks now trying to seek out appropriate gifts to repay you and your husbands hospitality for hosting me this long. Every shop and market I visited seemed to be full of flowers or sweets and they simply all seemed so generic and dull.

I recal a while back you lamenting that now Tulin is getting a little older and coming into his own as a warrior, that he's at home less- off on adventures, and you claimed to wish that you could some day partake in some adventures of your own. A task I know cannot be easy in the current climate for the regular individual - with such an uprise of monsters about.

I thought perhaps I could provide you with an oppertunity to travel and exlore somewhere new; thus I have liased with Urbosa and her young decendant and have secured you a very nice room in the Gerudo Town palace to stay for a week. Enclosed is the key, however they intend to greet you upon your arrival.

I know the journey from Hebra to the Gerudo Desert is a harrowing one, so I have devised you a new bow - something that suits your soft aesthetic while providing an improved shooting power from a regular swallow bow. I call it the Flamingo Bow - the Flaminbow for short. I have also been collecting some bomb arrows for you - but I daren't wrap them up, you know how unpredictable they can be.

I also enclose a map of the journey, and I have organised a variety of activities you are welcome to partake in during your stay; from a relaxation day and massage at Gerudo Town's infamous spa, to a swordsmanship class to learn the art of the scimitar from top Gerudo warriors, to a cultural dance session at the palace. There's some benefits to being a Champion - one being that I have a great deal of contacts in strange places.

I do hope that this is sufficient enough of a gift. I'm not entirely sure how much or little is expected of me - this is a rather new social situation.

...Thank you for the knitted sweater. While I'm unsure of the purpose considering we Rito keep plenty warm enough with just our feathers; I do appreciate your bold craftmanship. I've also hunted a few things as requested for you to cook for the Yuletide feast. Since you gave me no indication of what kind of beast you'd like to cook, I killed a variety. A turkey, a boar, a moose, a bear, seventeen salmon and a goat. I hope this is sufficient.

Wishes of the Season, Champion Revali, Hero of the Rito, Master of the Skies

Oh Revali, you sweetheart. You've given me so many lovely things. Thank you for hunting the beasts, I'll prepare them and take a leave to go to the Gerudo desert in two weeks.

I feel as though I'm undergifting now, I got you a set of books, I saw your selection of reading materials a few weeks back. I recognized a few of them and found some I think you'll like.

The Caraval trilogy and a duology I adore myself, One Dark Window and Two Twisted Crowns.

I hope you like my gifts Revali, and I'm glad you spent the day with us. It truly warms my heart to know you're comfortable enough to celebrate holidays, you've become a wonderful addition to our family. The second child Teba and I could not concieve. Please, stay with us as long as you like, celebrate every year and birthday with us. Teba, Tulin and I will always be happy to have you and care for you.

You will always have a home with us.

@askthenewritoelder

[angelbroad]

Angels and Flamingos

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Left Wing (oc)

Summary: How Doflamingo and Left Wing met

Life in the sea was not for the faint of heart, and Left Wing knew that all too well. Still, many she had come across would try and point it out to her, as if life hadn't forced this lesson down her throat at a young age. The captain assumed most of those comments were directed at her often very younger crew, picked up from different corners of the seas and islands. Left Wing would admit, the first few times was because she was just starting and was in need of a crew, but it slowly evolved to the point where her crew consisted of unusually talented individuals who had been abandoned by the rest of the world. In a way, they regarded her highly as their captain, just like they should as a crew.

It was back when she only had about 17.000.000 berri on her head, as Left Wing tried to be cautious with her devil fruit abilities. It was best not to draw too much attention to her from the Goverment. But one incident was sure to make the news back to the Marines.

Her Angel Pirates had found themselves entangled with the navy, who were trying to either sink or capture the pirates on board. They were clearly outnumbered, and even through Left Wing's commands her crew was terrified. Left Wing tried to find an opening for them, but nothing major had happened until her first mate got shot on the shoulder. Poor girl was still alive, but that had been the final straw for Left Wing in this situation. She had no nose left for it to wrinkle in anger, but she furrowed her brows as she instructed for her navigator to take the wheel, the metal wings on her coat whistling in the harsh wind of the sea.

Left Wing was the user of the, ironically named, Angel Angel Fruit. Up until that battle, she had only used it sparcely, in a smaller scale, but now one of her crewmates was hurt, and no one was allowed to get away with this.

The marines in the five navy ships that had come across them could only watch it confusion and terror as Left Wing's body begun to slice itself apart in a spiral, soon more than one eye joining the spiraling construct as it grew larger and bigger. The occupants of the ships both pirate and marine bore witness as Left Wing's tranformation spun in the air like a tornado before it lowered itself, cutting horizontally through the marine ships like a hot knife slicing through butter. It had only lasted a few moments, the drowning noises and the scampering of the marines much more. Left Wing instructed for the first mate to be treated as she manned Angel's Plight away from those waters that now served as a graveyard for the lost marines.

That incident was a few months ago, and Left Wing was on solid ground once more. She did not know if any marines had survived from that day to relay the incident to their Headquarters, but every time she thought about it Left Wing's stomach ached. It was like an emotional cramp not even cigars could ease. She wasn't one for smoking, but her ship's doctor said it might help with nerves. Her crew wanted to relax for the night, which she allowed, and they found themselves in some bar in a port town on the western coast of Jaya. Left Wing was in the corner, she was not a social person like her younger and more rumbuctious crew. It wasn't like Left Wing was ancient herself, she was in her thirties, but the beatdown she had received from life in general never failed to bring her mood down. Her looks certainly didn't help, only one eye and wounds so deep and obvious her nose was only two holes on her flat face that made the smoke come out thicker than it normally would through a normal nose.

With all that said, Left Wing was not expecting anyone to come up and try to talk to her tonight unless it was someone from her crew. Which is why the sound of a chair creaking next to her came as a surprise. She had her eyes on her crew at the front of the bar, and she knew that whoever was next to her now was not one of her own. Her eye rolled inside her skull and to her left eye socket (another weird effect of her devil fruit) as she turned her head to look at this new arrival.

She half-expected a marine there to collect a bounty, but it was a man who she had never met before. It was a man who she deduced was as tall as her, hard to tell when he was leaning on his hand. Left Wing wanted to look at his eyes, see what he had planned, but they were hidden behind oddly shaped and crimson shades. The first thing that caught the woman's attention was that pink feather coat that was probably worth more than her own bounty, even though she hadn't checked to see if it was raised or not.

The two stared at each other in uncomfortable silence, Left Wing only having the man's toothy grin as a view with the bar now being backround noise. She took a drag of her cigar, still maintaining eye contact, and blew the smoke out from her nostrills. She dragged the exhale out for as long as she could before finally speaking up.

"Can I help you?" Left Wing's only eye was narrow and unbothered.

The man shrugged and leaned back with his hands behind his head.

"Can't a man just look?", he asked, Left Wing spotting a chuckle in his words, "You look offended."

Just because Left Wing was used to stares from strangers due to her face, she'd rather not be gawked at like some circus freak. She wouldn't let the stranger know that though, so she just narrowed her eye further.

"...Of all the empty seats here, you just had to pick the one closer to my table."

"I had!", the man said, ignoring her clearly irritated tone as he sat upright. "Actually-", he said as he reached inside his feathered coat, a motion that had Left Wing suppressing a tremble. Was this a bounty hunter? "-I've been trying to be in this position for a while now." With that said, from his coat he pulled out the very thing Left Wing feared he had. A bounty poster. "Your face isn't exactly a common one."

Left Wing's eye left the man's face as he said his last sentence, her gaze landing on her bounty. Her earlier suspicions of survivors might have been correct, because her bounty had been raised to 71.000.000 berri. So much for hanging low. The man still looked so casual, like he was having a conversation with a friend.

"It's not every day that someone takes out a whole fleet.", the blonde said, "Unless they have something special about them."

It was clear he was referring to the devil fruit. Left Wing was not sure if the man had one himself, but judging by the way he had casually approached this encounter, the answer was most likely 'yes'. And now Left Wing was left with the dillema of just what he could do with the devil fruit she was sure the man had consumed. She feared the worst, and she didn't want to involve her crew in something that could be this serious.

After a few more tense moments of staring at each other, Left Wing snatched her bounty poster and speed walked out of the bar.

"I need air.", she told the man as she left.

Donquixote Doflamingo raised an eyebrow. Usually when people would say this it meant they wanted themselves and that other person out of the room. How saintly, he thought sarcastically. Not wanting to involve your crew in a fight against a devil fruit user and suffer possible losses. She was clever, he'd give her that. The reason Doflamingo had sought the woman out in the first place was because of her devil fruit. It was clear that ability was going to waste, and he could use it to his full advantage. Doflamingo waited for a few seconds after she was out the door to follow her out. He was not really in a rush, hands in his pockets and his walk as casual as it got.

Upon walking outside, Left Wing was nowhere to be seen. Doflamingo hummed before moving out of the way to avoid a transformed arm trying to cut him down. He dodged with minimal effort. He looked up with a grin, finding the woman on the roof of the bar with more than one eye staring him down.

He laughed, "My my, haven't we gotten off on the wrong foot."

"If you're here to collect a bounty, you can forget it.", Left Wing said, "Just leave my crew out of this."

Doflamingo shook slightly with laughter before taking a mocking bow, "As you wish." Then, in the blink of an eye, his knee connected with Left Wing's stomach. This had her giving up all the air in her lungs as she was practically thrown across town.

Landing on the pavement and cracking it into a trail in the process, Left Wing noticed that more of her body had been transformed by her devil fruit. This was bad, she never encountered someone so strong before. She ignored the stunned townspeople in the area, her attention of the man strolling towards her.

"I didn't come here expecting a fight.", Doflamingo said, "But, I will give you this one. Call it a favour."

Left Wing's eyes twitched, "Who the hell are you?"

Doflamingo made a questioning hum at this question, his wide smile turning into something akin to a pout for a beat before returning with newfound vigor.

"Why don't you work to find that one out?"

Now Left Wing was really pissed. Not only did this man show up out of nowhere making threats at her, but he was acting like some kind of big shot. She never cared for the competition in the pirating world, only paying attention to her own circle's bounties to see just how careful she had to be with the Goverment. 

Everything around their fight crumbled to bits, even if it was mostly Left Wing on the offensive, Doflamingo kept dodging with his hands in his pockets.

"Not the talkative type? That's a shame."

"Maybe you're not worth my words."

Doflamingo laughed as he parried one of the sharp, many-eyes ribbons.

"Really now?", he asked.

Left Wing actually took a moment to make a certain level of eye contact.

"Don't know. Haven't decided yet."

"Oh! What fun!"

Left Wing felt something tighten around her neck before suddenly finding herself dragged through concrete. She struggled getting up again, her face starting to fall apart to angelic ribbons. The weight around her neck was more prominent for a moment before vanishing. It felt like invisible strings around her throat, must be his devil fruit.

"Now, we can do this one way or another.", Doflamingo said, "We can talk, or we can continue to destroy this rackety town."

"Or you can kill me, you left that one out."

"Whoa! Somebody's jumping to conclusions."

"You had string wrapped around my throat."

"Well, just the start of making us even."

"What-"

She felt that familiar pressure on her legs, and was too late before she was flung to a building and went through the wall. Left Wing ended up landing in someone's kitchen, and she barely had time to apologize to the poor woman before being dragged right back out by the other devil fruit user.

Left Wing then split apart fully, becoming something akin to a ribbon eel with more of a spiral way of movement and far too many eyes. Doflamingo had some difficulty pinpointing where she was, as her new form allowed her to move quicker. But Doflamingo was a smart man, he knew Left Wing's types. He braced himself, appearing to be ready to strike an attack coming from behind while still focused forward. The attack did indeed come from the front. Left Wing had intended for him to expect an attack from behind, but it would seem he saw right through this as his arm shot out to grab the ribbon angel.

"Gotcha!"

The eyes then frowned and wrapped around his arm and snaked up his neck.

"Oh you little-"

Doflamingo thought she'd strangle him, but the end of the ribbon shot out and scratched his face, knocking his sunglasses off in the process. He covered his eyes as he let go of Left Wing to get his sunglasses, the latter taking the opportunity to reform. Doflamingo groaned as the shades were on again before dusting off his feather coat.

"Now will you tell me what you want from me?", Left Wing asked, the nerves on Doflamingo's forehead easing up a bit with his signature smile never fading once.

"Would you believe me if I said I wanted to talk?"

"Not really."

"Pfft! You're rich. You sure you're a captain and not a comedian?"

"Are you going to insult me for the rest of the night?"

"Nah.", Doflamingo said as he put his hands back in his pockets, "Why don't we have this conversation away from the rubble?"

"You really expect me to follow a stranger that tried to kill me in a place I don't know."

"I have déesse."

"...Fine."

Curse her love for alcohol. Left Wing wouldn't drink much, she needed to be sober for this. The walk to the man's empty ship was silent, but as soon as they were in he became a chatterbox once more.

"You don't have to worry about the rest of my crew.", he said, "I sent them off to Mock Town to mill about."

"Not more devil fruit users?", Left Wing asked as Doflamingo handed her a glass. The inside of this boat looked like a luxury apartment.

"Just you and me on this ship.", he assured.

"Then you can cut the platitudes and get to the point."

Doflamingo watched as she downed the entire glass in one gulp before speaking.

"You and your crew. You ought to work under me."

Left Wing squinted her eye at him. What the hell? 

"Is this an attempt at a joke?"

"Oh, you're not ready for those yet."

Left Wing actually snorted, "What, are there ranks to your jokes or something?"

"Why not agree to this deal and find out?"

"Why don't you tell me why you even bothered?"

It was strange, smiling with this complete stranger over wine. She hardly did so with her own crew.

"Your little misadventures with the Navy bumped up your bounty."

"So, there were survivors.", Left Wing said, almost disappointed as she sat down.

The man refilled her glass as he sat next to her, "Well, your whole attitude changed."

"In my defense, I thought you were trying to kill me."

"So there are rankings to your personality too?"

"Why not talk to me to find out?"

Doflaming laughed.

"Well, to answer your question, yes, there were survivors.", he said as he leaned back, "I was more than ready to ask you to join my crew once I got word of your devil fruit, only to find out you already had one."

"And not planning to change that anytime soon.", she cemented.

"Not planning on making you, either.", Doflamingo said.

"Then why do you want me and my crew to sail under your banner? And whose banner even is that?"

"My name is Donquixote Doflamingo.", he said with an aura of confidence only a man on top of the world would have, "I'm sure I can get you on board, with the proper deal."

"You can't buy me, Doflamingo.", Left Wing simply said, "Not with wine or with words."

"And certainly not with fighting."

Left Wing nodded.

"Well, I can still try with words."

"Did you not hear me-"

"Well, maybe you just didn't hear me enough.", Doflamingo interrupted.

Left Wing narrowed her eye.

"Fine...speak."

Meanwhile, back at the bar, Left Wing's crew was looking for their captain.

"Has anyone found her yet?", Hawk asked.

"No.", said Rusla, worried. "Not even the navigators were able to-"

"Cap'n spotted.", Hetha, their navigator called from the roof of the bar before hopping down.

The crew reassembled as Left Wing walked back towards them, holding something that looked like a rolled up flag and a bottle. The younger crewmates rushed to hug her, for which they received pats on their backs.

"Didn't make you boys wait for too long, did I?"

"You worried us.", Rusla said, "Are you the reason a good part of the town was destroyed?"

"How about you kids get some rest? We have a lot to talk about in the morning."

Rusla took that as a yes as they made their way to Angel's Plight.

"Oh, by the way.", Left Wing said as she handed Hawk the rolled up flag, "Make sure this joins the flag pole."

Hawk raised an eyebrow and opened the flag to reveal a new pirate logo.

"What's this for?", he asked.

"A new flag. I got us some connections.", Left Wing answered before taking a swig from the bottle, "And some damn good booze."

[circumvents]

tagged by @therehavebeenstranger !!!! ty !!!!

omg I just found this in my drafts from July!!!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

when my mom was pregnant w my older brother a little boy in the park tried to convince her to name him what would later become my birth name.

2. when was the last time you cried?

incredibly recently! going through a triad breakup, relationship w one person was incredibly toxic but was good w the other one, had a nuke-it-all moment, still trying to piece together what I feel and want to do moving forward

3. do you have kids?

nope and I never want them

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

I feel like I use it The Regular Amount

5. what sports do you play/have played?

I haven't played a single sport since elementary school but I was on four sports teams. quit 'em all bc they were run by the same coach, who was a monster towards children. if I wanted an adult to scream at me about things outside of my control I woulda just stayed home.

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people?

hair! I deal w partial face blindness so hair is more distinct to me than faces are. after that it's usually piercings and style. people of the world please customize your look more so I can recognize you.

7. what's your eye color?

it's blue 🧿🧿

8. scary movies or happy endings?

love a scary movie now and then but I gotta say happy endings if I end up caring about the characters. if the characters are boring slash em all.

9. any special talents?

high pain tolerance and flexibility!

10. where were you born?

Anaheim, California! they put a lil baseball cap on me straight out the womb

11. what are your hobbies?

haven't engaged in many lately (rough few months) but I love gaming, sewing, thrifting, and Consuming Media.

12. do you have any pets?

I have my beloved Cleo!!! she's very naughty. I wish I could beam knowledge into her head bc I believe with my whole heart if she understood things she would be Good. and also happier I bet.

13. how tall are you?

5'8" 😎 I thought I was 5'7" but I went to the doctor recently, so I'm very excited to be an inch taller.

14. favorite subject?

creative writing! I took it back when I wrote poems about my feelings so I just turned those in as assignments bc I have no shame and hate homework! and also when I had dreams I wanted to be a writer so I loved it.

15. dream job?

this fluctuates wildly. none of my "dream jobs" are reasonable aspirations for me (writer, PI, musician, flight attendant) so as far as Things I Can Do, I'd love to go back into working at a pet daycare and boarding place.

tagging 15 people: @circumlocutive , @cisblooded , @clownpc , @fernfolly , @flamingo--ing , @reformedpeasant , @thelonelypeanutbutter , @transvorpalsword , @mmarkwwatney , @lunemoments , @bunnycannibalism , @agent-troi , @francescatelford

I'm too lazy to keep tagging sorry. anyone feel free to use this n say I tagged u bc I love reading this stuff. thank u