#was just... the same as in 2nd year but a bit shorter. baby! baby boy with more of his face out! short bangs! cute!

[leatherbookmark]

still thinking abt that one moment from immoral world mv where koga holds out hand (while not looking at rei) and rei puts his hand in koga's and gives him a little look (while koga's still not looking at rei).

like what is this. ohhhh my god what is this.

first of all the "owner" gives his hand to the "dog" like AAAA if you showed this moment to ! reikoga they wouldn't have believed you.

second of all the fact that koga just... holds out his hand (while not looing at rei). he trusts! no he KNOWS that rei will be there!

and finally and most lethally: THE

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THIS (no because i don't have enst followers) THIS MAN. THIS GUY HERE. is! not! looking! and instead being looked at!!!

ME TOO, LITTLE GUY!!!!!

[3rensgf]

stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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[leejungchans]

— juliet on kingdom (episode 6).

juliet’s masterlist

from may 6’s episode

note: read the tweets from the bottom up 💕 keep in mind that this contains spoilers in case you want to watch the episode first :3 more under the cut bc i also went a tiny bit overboard with this 💀

— juliet’s outfit;

disclaimer: the blurring of faces in my outfit collages is in no way meant as a form of disrespect, the sole purpose is to put the focus on the hairstyle and there is absolutely no ill intent. thank you for understanding!!

when they were deciding on the groups for round 3, juliet was so happy they ended up choosing stray kids and btob

right after announcing that decision she immediately went to felix and gave him a big hug :((

but we came here to talk about the sports day 🤩

let’s make one (1) thing clear: juliet is here to make friends 😇

B U T she is also an ateez member, aka she is very competitive 💀

this is the same person who refused to sleep when playing the mafia game which was partly the reason for why it got banned from their dorms

probably texted felix the night before like “ily bestie but if we ever have to go head-to-head tmr ur going D O W N”

she said 🔥👄🔥

someone collect her please

ngl she was kinda jealous of skz’s pink outfits bc they looked so cute in them :(((

strawberry kids pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

but her outfit was also adorable like what :((((

THE BUCKET HAT 🥺

this was also the tiniest she’s looked on kingdom since she always wore boots with some form of platforms for the performances :c

ateez and stray kids’ tables were next to each other so she finally had the opportunity to interact more with the others and not just chanlix!! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

pretty much became besties with jisung, changbin and jeongin after that day and also became friends with peniel 🤩🤩

there were still a lot of lixliet moments!!!! even in the background you could see them just chilling and having fun 🥰🥰

also bonded with changmin (from tbz, not the mc ahshjws😭) over liking horror movies and stuff

“you have a chUCKY DOLL??? CAN I SEE IT????? DO YOU HAVE A PHOTO??????? 🤩”

not them cooing over photos of his chucky doll like it’s a baby/pet photo 💀

ateez and the boyz: 👁👄👁 should we be afraid orrr...?

hongjoong, in the distance: you can admire it but don’t you dare bring one home

okay the vaulting competition ✨

while watching sf9 go she was like “:ccc but i’m already shorter than the first level (1.7m)” 💀

she got really shy when changmin read that she has 10 years of ballet experience uwu

changmin, jokingly: oh~ she’s shorter than the box already

juliet: ☹️☹️🥺🥺

changmin: whdjgjwhd sorry sorry sorry 😭

eunkwang: hey!!!! don’t make the baby sad!!!!!!!

she killed it!! mostly bc of her flexibility as she could lift her legs high enough to not touch the box!!

she made it past 2.2m so that’s pretty cool 🤩

eunkwang: maybe it has to do with being born in australia and being around kangaroos

gave the cameras a 🥰✌️🕺🏻😚 after every successful jump

everyone else being her biggest hypemen 😌 the privilege smh

okay but one time as she was running up to the box her hat flew off and she went “nooooo” in tiny and ran back to get it

literally everyone on set went 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 uwu

even the judge/referee laughed 😭

you know how people are like “hold my xxx”

that was juliet but with her bucket hat 💀💀

for her last attempt at 2.3m she uhhh... kinda body-slammed right into the box and knocked it over so they both fell onto the mat 🤕🤕

cue yunho, wooyoung, chan and minhyuk who immediately rushed up to her to see if she was okay :(

the others were like “is she okay???? :c”

ngl it hurt quite a bit but she was also very giggly bc she didn’t expect herself to make it that far

but after the adrenaline wore off she definitely felt the pain :(

so they had to vote for the visual king right

mnet was like ok juliet u can vote for the visual king but they can’t vote for u bc we don’t wanna start anything so u can be the visual queen and win by default 😄

“should i be insulted that they made me win by default 😅😅😅”

yes juliet actually said that on camera and they left it in 💀💀

she still took the selfie and mnet put hers up on the board with everyone else’s but with a little crown over hers that said ‘visual queen’ 💀💀💀💀💀

she was pretty embarrassed by that ngl but sigh what else can she do 😔

hyunjae, pointing to the tiny crown over juliet’s selfie: ohhhhhh does this mean we can’t vote for juliet?

eric: if we could she’d probably win by a landslide

sir we caught u in 4k 👁👁

when seonghwa said he thought felix was cute and wanted to adopt him as a little brother though 🥺

juliet went (◕‿◕) and immediately dragged him over to felix like “OI MATE HERE’S YOUR NEW FRIEND SEONGHWA”

Little Miss Indecisive makes a reappearance bc whO SHOULD SHE VOTE FOR?????

“can i vote for someone not on the show?”

she didn’t actually say that don’t worry

she ended up voting for minhyuk!!!

mostly bc she genuinely thought he was really cool but also bc they were far apart enough in age that people would be less likely to spread rumours

it do be like that sometimes :/

“minhyuk-sunbaenim was very charismatic in their performance from last round, and he was so cool just now during the vaulting competition so i’m going to vote for him!”

she did write a tiny disclaimer on her paper slip that said “everyone is handsome!! <3” though 🥺

WHEN FELIX PLACED 2ND IN THE VISUAL KING THINGY

biggest hypewoman

“YEAHHH FELIX THAT’S MY CUTE BESTIE RIGHT THERE EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HIM!!! FELIX VISUAL KING!!!!! SO TRUE BESTIE!!!!!!!!!”

hwjdbwjjs before they announced minhyuk as first the mcs asked juliet who she voted for and she was so shy when she said she voted for him 😭😭😭

she didn’t take part in the balloon snake tag game and the relay bc she was pretty exhausted from the vaulting (and also bc the boys told her not to bc they could tell she was still slightly in pain after she slammed into the box 🥺)

so instead she became everyone’s designated cheerleader :3

when wooyoung came first in the relay she was so proud!!!!

right after he crossed the finishing line she ran up to him and tackled him in a big hug :ccc

then she went up to eunkwang and asked if he was okay bc he fell during the relay :((((

in conclusion she had so much fun that day and was happy to make even more frens 🥰

— fan reactions;

a/n: this episode was so fun 😭 pls the vaulting game was so funny to watch ahdjjwjs but they all did so well???? i wouldn’t even make it past the first level so idk how minhyuk and chan both managed to go over 2.3m 😭 tbz were also so good at it though???? pls the way juyeon and changmin made it look so easy 👁👄👁 also eric was out for blood in the balloon snake tag game ahjshwjsb we stan 🤩 let me know what you think!! your support really means a lot to me and is what keeps me motivated so thank you all sm 💕💕

[hitozy]

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𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢

Iwaizumi had forgotten how rowdy his friends are, and one isn't physically present.

He had not seen any of his friends since the wedding and even then he didn't get to see and chat with them very long, he was out of it that day. But here he is on a Friday night, with YN sitting beside him per request of the three dumbasses sitting across from them; Maki and Mattsun with Oikawa on their phone screen, demanding attention like the needy shit he has always been.

He feels you more than he hears you laugh at whatever the others are telling you and he takes a chance to take a peek, as if he hasn't been doing that since you walked out of the room to go out with him.

Your short black skirt that he had already thought was short when you were standing is even shorter now as you sat, it barely covered your ass, leaving your beautiful legs on display for all the perverts. On top of that you wore a skin tight shirt that had a boob window and he has been wanting to punch every creep that keeps on looking at it. He wants to snarl at every single person that makes a double take on her, of course she's beautiful.

She's also too good for anyone out there.

He relaxes as he watches her laugh freely, her cheeks tinted pink, her eyelashes wet from laughing so hard at his friends antics. He decided he should bring her to these reunions from now on, take her out more, she must feel lonely just doing school work and being at home since most of her friends are to engrossed on their future or on their relationships.

"Earth to Iwachan!" He felt someone smack his head, finding the culprit to be a smirking Mattsun, "We get it! You're married and happy, I mean..." Mattsun, Maki and Oikawa all turn to look at YN, "I can blame you, YN has always been the most beautiful woman in our life."

YN, used to their flirty but harmless antics snorts at it, "That's not what I heard when Hajime and I walked in as you fucked that 2nd year cheerleader. What has her name again? Mina?" She smirked at it, making Iwaizumi laugh at the memory. He had been horrified and had accidentally pulled you into the bathroom instead of running outside. Both stuffed uncomfortably in there while hearing Mattsun pound (roughly) into the poor girl until the cheerleader moaned out a 'Daddy' to Mattsun, making you both laugh and interrupted them.

Mattsun laughed at it, "I can still hear you both laughing about it! What's so wrong about having a Daddy kink, huh? YOU KINK SHAMERS!"

"You weren't even close to daddy age, Mattsun!" YN joined Iwaizumi's laughter, leaning against him for support, "You were only 18, what's so 'daddy' about that!?"

Mattsun only huffed at that and Iwaizumi thought that maybe he was angry, the slight scowl on his face as he watched YN grip his bicep as she hid behind him from laughter remained there for a long time afterwards.

―

YN had just gotten up for the bathroom when his friends sharp glances turned to him. Usually, he would ignore it since it really wasn't their business, but he know from experience that if he keeps on avoiding it, they'll get worse.

Taking a sip from his beer and without sparing a glance to any of them, he gives. "Just spit it out."

It wasn't a surprise that shittykawa was the one to initiate it, "I can't believe YN took your stupid ass in marriage."

He turned to glare at his friend on the screen, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that she could've and SHOULD HAVE gone for someone who is emotionally available and isn't still chasing after his ex."

"I- this marriage is just - it's-"

"It's what?" Mattsun interrupts him, "Convenience? Because she's your friend, so its comfortable? You think that's fair?" He scoffs at Iwaizumi and it makes him feel small, "She's so in love with you and you don't even see it," he points at his, harshly poking his chest, "its so infuriating seeing you chasing after that other bitch when YN has always been right there!" He takes a swing of his drink, obviously irritated with his wedded friend.

"I- its-... she isn't in love with me, we're friends, best friends." What the hell is wrong with his friends? "What the hell is this? Why do any of you care about me and yn? You guys said you were happy about me marrying her!"

"We were, until we saw that you aren't in love with her."

Iwaizumi feels his heart drop at his friends deadpanned expressions. He doesn't regret marrying YN, he just wishes he had done it under normal circumstances.

"I'm trying."

"We know Iwachan," he looks up to see Oikawa giving him a pained smile, "But you need to cut off Jae for good. YN deserves at least that."

"Speaking of the queen of Rome... someone is following her."

Iwaizumi feels his body tense at Mattsun's words, someone is following you? He turns a bit to catch you fast walking towards their table, a worried expression on your face. He can also see the creep walking behind you, eyeing you hungrily.

He doesn't like it.

Once she makes it to the table, all of the boys can see how out of breath she is and wonder just how long she's been trying to avoid him. She sits beside Iwaizumi, meeting no one's eye and soon enough the guy is there with a smirk, "Hey baby, why did you runaway? Come on, ditch these losers and come with me instead."

He has no right, Iwaizumi knows that he has no right to get so mad at this perverts words but he can't help the possessiveness that is pouring out of himself, blinded by rage, he acts on impulse.

Iwaizumi pulls her close to him, seating her casually on his lap and looking square at this randos eye, says, "She's taken, beat it."

When he notices that the other one is about to open his mouth, he cuts him off by kissing her instead.

The last time he had kissed her was while she was drunk and it hadn't felt right to return it since she was very out of it. Now though? Now, they're both pretty sober and in public. His friends are at arms length and he can't find it in himself to give a damn when your lips feel like the softest pillows ever.

He gripped the back of her neck to angle her face and kiss her deeply, he was surprised to feel her kissing him back with the same fervor. She took the hand he had on her knee up to her thigh, which he gripped on immediately and pressed her chest against his, her small hands clutching his shoulders as if her life depended on it.

At the back of his mind, he could hear his friends wolf whistles and a couple of others exclaiming at the way they were making out, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. She was here, she was present and so warm underneath his fingers, her lips following his, her tongue exploring his mouth just as he was with her.

He didn't know for how long they had been kissing, but when he slightly pulled apart, her lips were red and swollen, her eyes sparkled and shined like diamonds underneath the sunlight. She looked adorable and he felt his heart throb painfully in his chest.

"Well... I guess I'm not the only exhibitionist anymore, huh?"

His friends laughed when YN started to blush and the implication that was made. With Iwaizumi still feeling a bit high from what had happened, he pulled her against him close, his grip tight and barked, "Leave her alone, you pervs."

After a few jabs directed to him, they continued as if nothing had happened, though he did catch them stealing glances at him with raised eyebrows, questioning his actions at the passionate kiss he shared with her.

I don't know what's happening either, he thought as he peered down to look at her face, feeling himself blush at how small and comfortable she looked in this lap, in his arms, but I know I'm in trouble.

―

When they got home later that night, he feels himself feeling hot and bothered by every move you make. You way your hanged your purse at the entrance, the way you shook your hair out of its up do, the way you leaned forward to take of your heels.

He followed you down the hall to your shared room, watching the way your hips moved side to side tantalizingly. His hand itched, he wanted to move closer and glue himself to your back, to hold your waist in one hand as the other guided your head to kiss him, to have the hand on your waist dip down and shove his digits in your panties to find them soaking wet, to hear you sigh out his name "Hajime, please."

"Hajime."

"...Hajime?"

Your solid voice pulled him out of his trance, a blush adorning his face in shame. I need to snap out of it, its too late to be so horny about my best friend. "Yeah mochi?"

"I um..." He noticed they way she was twirling her hair around, a nervous habit she's had since they were kids and wondered what could have her in such a state. "I- urgh, there's no easy way to say it."

She smacked herself in that moment. "Mochi?!"

He would've moved forward, if it wasn't for the solid gaze she had, her shoulders pulled back, full of intent.

"Hajime, I want you to take my virginity."

... What

When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I.

We are on par.

He just is, I just am

and we just are.

He and I - Lang Leav

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[muqiing]

tagged by @leonzhng​ thanks for making me dig through my most embarrassing crushes 😭✋

i’ll tag @highwarlockkareena​ @yibobibo​ @lan-xichens​ @purplexedhuman​ @aheartfullofjolllly​ @lanzhansmiles​ @nyx4​ i feel like i tag you guys in everything i am so sorry please ignore this if u don’t wanna do it !!

putting this under a read more for reasons

MEN 2010 – 2016

literally nothing more embarrassing than falling on the same type of white man over and over again (with the exception of minho from shinee bless his heart)

tommy joe ratliff → he was the bass player for adam lambert during his glamnation era (think of songs like for your entertainment and if i had you) idk why exactly i liked him so much but i just did.... however i searched him up again quite recently and found out he’s one of those republicans that says the dumbest shit on twitter so Big Yikes

harry styles → “baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell...” and BOOM 13-year-old me was sold for well over two years

louis tomlinson → basically i liked harry most until around 2013 when for some reason i started to like him a little less, and i got more focused on louis tomlinson, and although i didn’t like one direction anymore louis tomlinson always had a special place in my heart

ashton irwin → so ashton is 5sos’ drummer, i discovered 5sos through one direction & i stanned them until late 2014

harries twins → the harries twins (jack & finn) are basically the reason i started spending a lot of time on youtube, they were funny and pretty and they just had good videos in general, so for almost two years i’d watch their content regularly

choi minho → my first steps into kpop happened bc i was watching videos on youtube (most probably the harries twins) and suddenly i saw the sherlock mv in my recommended videos so i clicked on it and then 14-year-old me proceeded to fall for minho like an idiot

brooks twins → still youtubers, the brooks twins were 3/5 of the janoskians (jai & luke brooks, beau brooks, daniel sahyounie, & james yammouni), an australian youtube comedy group that was active from 2011-2018 though i was only around from 2012-2014 (when jai brooks was dating ariana grande)

jc caylen → surprise! another youtuber! jc caylen was part of o2l (our2ndlife) a youtube collaboration channel on which each of the 6 members posted videos on a certain day in the week (mondays with connor, tuesdays with ricky, wednesdays with sam, thursdays with jc, fridays with trevi (my 2nd favorite member bc she participated on the x factor), saturdays with ricardo, and then they had surprise sundays every week) and i remember how much joy jc & the others always brought me with their silly videos

misha collins → up next, you might know him as the gay angel that was sent to superhell after confessing his love to the homophobic hunter on supernatural, it’s misha collins! basically misha was a huge source of comfort for me, and i even went around calling myself emmisha for almost two full years (cringe)

henrik holm → he played even bech naesheim in skam and my crush on him reached that level of ridiculousness where i actually tried my hand at learning norwegian (i can only remember how to introduce myself and some curse words i would make a great first impression on him)

MEN 2016 – 2021

min yoongi → okay so my baby steps into kpop happened through shinee’s sherlock, but i only got really invested when yoongi dropped agust d 1 because Holy Fuck y’know??

kim namjoon → oh man i remember thinking namjoon was cute and a very good leader and then BAM he dressed like THAT at the 2016 mma’s and i fell in love. hard

park seojoon → i started liking park seojoon whilst i was watching hwarang (you guessed it, i watched it bc of taehyung), although he wasn’t my favorite character by far, but he was very silly off camera & i liked that (i’m not that into him anymore tho </3)

kim seokjin → OH BOY LET ME TELL U i liked seokjin from the very beginning (i got to know bts in late 2014) and i always liked seeing him perform and be himself and god once i realized i had a crush on him it just hit me like a mf truck, and he’s still one of my favorite people to this day

jung hoseok → god fake love era hoseok really hits different.... also yes i know i have all of bts’ hyung line on my list BUT bts was a really big part of my life for almost 6 years soooo honestly they deserve it i still think they’re great guys

choi san → when ateez made their debut in 2018 i immediately fell in love with san, he was such an amazing dancer and he captivated me right from the very beginning, to this day he’s still my bias in ateez uwu

xiao zhan → AND THEN, OCTOBER OF 2019 HAPPENS AND I WATCH CQL AND... i fall in love with xiao zhan, something i’d never expected would happen bc when i watched cql for the first time i wasn’t as invested in the story, but i really really really liked xiao zhan and one thing led to another and now here i am as a xfx

wang yibo → the thing is, i’ve known yibo since eoeo except i didn’t know cql yibo was uniq yibo (bc i’d forgotten his name) and when i looked it up i can tell you my jaw dropped to the floor bc holy shit????? also he is very silly and i love him loads ok

lee minho → ah, the man who has been my skz bias since 2018, not only is minho my bias i also kin him (there’s a lot of aspects of myself that i see in minho and vice versa) and he’s very comforting to me

bang chan → honestly, it was only a matter of time before i’d fall for bang chan, i knew the moment i got into skz again that i’d start biasing him and, well, here i am, double biasing chan & minho

WOMEN

this list is shorter bc i’ve in general always had less crushes on women than on men??? blame society forcing me into thinking i was straight for a LONG time

ariana grande → remember the 2011 layout of twitter?? where u could not only have an icon and a header, but also a background and ur twitter page was smack in the center of ur screen with the big ugly menu bar at the top??? yeah ariana grande was always my background for my l*rr* st*l*n*s*n layouts

perrie edwards → this was right around the time she was dating zayn & little mix was breaking out into the spotlight, yeah i just really loved her

andrea russett → okay so remember o2l?? andrea russett was kian’s girlfriend for a pretty long time and they always did videos together and i always thought she was super pretty

lily collins → maybe i don’t like clary in tmi all that much but i sure liked the way lily collins looked

alona tal → MY BISEXUAL AWAKENING, it’s only when i saw alona tal in spn that i realized, fuck i might be gay

park jihyo → i discovered twice (my 2nd jype group after day6) through the like ooh-ahh mv and red-haired jihyo really did something to my heart (i just rewatched it and god zombie bang chan is so mf cute)

kim jisoo → when bp made their square two comeback i was immediately smitten for red-haired jisoo in playing with fire, it’s also when i realized she was my bias out of the four members

shin ryujin → the reason that i have blue hair is partially bc of ryujin and her amazing intro in wannabe :D

xuan lu → her portrayal of jiang yanli was SO ON POINT and she’s just such a kindhearted wonderful person wow i want her hand in marriage

lee yoobin → god i’ve known dreamcatcher from back when they were still called minx and ever since i’ve always looked at dami that bit more than the rest, i was also able to see dreamcatcher live in october of 2019 and the whole experience was just so amazing !!

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

there’s a whole lot more than just these 10 but i wanted to fit the evolution into one (1) slide as best as i could lmao

peter pan → this movie came out in 2003 (?) and he’s honestly the first fictional character i remember ever having a crush on

legolas → i was really doubting between placing haldir or legolas here but i only really got a vague haldir obsession when i was like 14

zuko → LOOK. ZUKO IN ATLA? HOT. ZUKO IN LOK? HOT EVEN IF HE’S AN OLD MAN.

will turner → man was annoying sometimes but i really liked him and his relationship with elizabeth was cute

jo harvelle → gosh i can’t believe she’s the only female character in here???? yeah she was one of my two spn faves and i’ll never forgive the screenwriters for the way they killed her off

castiel → does your fave ever get sent to super hell for being gay? no? well. mine did

kili → fili and kili’s storyline tore my heart out, spit on it, and then laughed straight in my face, KILI WAS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE DWARF

howl → i only watched this movie for the first time in 2020 so i kinda fucked up the tl cause i watched cql in 2019 but shh, anyways howl with his blonde hair was good looking but howl with his black hair just hits differently. i want a howl

lan jingyi → MY BABY BOY, TINIE LITTLE BABIE WHOMST I MUST PROTECT ok no but seriously this kid. i love him a lot

mu qing → BARK BARK. that’s all (that’s not all i love him a whole lot and it hurts me to see so many people misunderstand his character and only see the bad parts of him when they can forgive others for fucking up (eg. xie lian himself & feng xin) but bc mu qing doesn’t deal well with emotions suddenly he’s the bad guy??? i s2g if ppl are gonna do to him what they did to jiang cheng in the tgcf la i will RIOT)

[aristotles-denial]

character glossary pt 1

glossary of characters for my atla fic  is it my fault the fallen embers burn to help clarify things (and so i can keep my own facts straight)

pt 1: canon characters (especially their changes/additions to canon). pt 2: my ocs

“sob story” means their backstory lmao

all of this is as of chapter 7 - skills will develop throughout the fic, the description of zuko’s scar is Not there yet, and azula & zuko grow throughout (chai son grows a bit too)

warning: spoilers ahead!! go read my fic first!!

Azula

general description:

3 years younger than zuko, born ~2 months later in year than him

9 yr.s old by time of Agni Kai;  she turns 10 in chap. 7

she & Zuko have the same eye color & shape as Ursa

straight black hair (she gets that from Ozai)

scattered freckles! mostly on her face & neck, she doesn’t have a ton

an actual baby.  shortest of everyone on the Kage (for now at least), average height of 10 yr. old girl (~4’7”)

has yet to wear makeup

generally looks more like Ursa than Ozai

skills/jobs:

mastered blue fire by the time she was 8

hasn’t bent lightning… yet…

has Mai’s dagger but has yet to figure out what to do w/ it

Certified Genius

being a lil shit

sob story wheeeeeee:

forced to watch Ozai abuse Zuko

on Top of that^^, that abuse was threatened against her

Ozai hit her one (1) time  (Zuko put a stop to that)

though their relationship is a bit better in canon (or maybe not? idk haven’t thought deeply abt. it yet), Ursa still neglected her & favored Zuko

believed there was a chance Ursa was still alive (mostly so she didn’t have to face fact that she never got to say goodbye to Ursa)

had to watch Zuko burn during the Agni Kai  (she put out the fire)

general pressure & shittiness from Ozai (slightly lesser extent than in-canon though b/c she’s younger & loves Zuko more than Ozai)

Iroh

general description:

same appearance as in the show

2nd shortest   (once Azula has grown more, he’s the shortest)

kinda yucky toward women

skills/jobs:

firebending

ignoring when Zuko & Azula show signs of trauma & abuse

tea making

sob story wheeeeeee:

Lu Ten was practically butchered in Ba Sing Se (his arm was cut off & he was gutted)

not only is it sad that his son died, but Iroh had to see him on his deathbed

saw Zuko be burned in the Agni Kai

Jee

general description:

it’s accepted by everyone that he’s 2nd tallest, but he & Chai Son are actually the same height (~6’-6’1”)

same appearance as show

at any given point in time if you take a look at what is going on in his mind it’s just the sentence “i hate it here” on repeat

skills/jobs:

firebending

lieutenant

master tactician

loyalty (even if he hates it)

sob story wheeeeeee:

bet against the Fire Nation b/c he was like what we’re doing sucks -> that was seen as treason

after being discharged (??) or whatever, came home to his house burning down w/ his wife & 3 kids inside

admitted to himself that going along w/ the system is the only way b/c if he spoke out against war, ppl. he cared abt. would get hurt

that’s why he’s like Ultra Patriotic & jumped at the opportunity to serve his country again to try to make things right -> was put on the Kage and immediately regrets it lmao

he misses his family :(

Zuko

general description:

3 years older than Azula, born ~2 months earlier in year than her

turned 13 about a month prior to the Agni Kai

doesn’t have to shave his head after Agni Kai (yaaaaaayyyy full phoenixtail)

his hair curls a bit in the humidity (he gets that from Ursa)

he & Azula have the same eye color & shape as Ursa

scattered freckles! his are all over his body, no concentrated in one area

4th shortest on the Kage @ first (he keeps growing); starts off as only slightly shorter than Mikazuki, average height of 13 yr. old boy (~5’2”)

generally looks more like Ozai than Ursa

as of chap 7, still has bandages on his left arm, hand, & shoulder, and left sides of his face, neck, & torso

yes he’s like 5’3” by the time he’s 16 in canon but i Don't Care. he grows to be like 5’10”   (that height comes from Ursa’s side (Roku was like 6’7”); Ozai was an anomaly b/c the rest of his family (Sozin, Iroh) is short)

skills/jobs:

dragon’s fire (aka golden flames, but he has yet to get all those colors (pssst he’s gay))

shadow-bending

heat sense

Yes these^^ are all cool as hell but he’s still not as technically great of a bender as Azula

trained w/ dao swords

making me cry

sob story wheeeeeee:

yknow, the usual (Ozai trying to kill him when he was born, the Agni Kai, etc) PLUS:

saw Azulon’s dead body, saw Ozai stab Ursa, watched Ursa die

abused verbally & physically by Ozai (this heightened after Ursa died)

i literally can’t keep track of my own fic there’s Probably more

[mangomochi-yn]

unexpected lovers [simple, really]

shiratorizawa. ushijima wakatoshi x reader

g. the softest fluff, im weak

tw. just mad ushi lovin   wc. 1.7k (holy das a lot..)

everything you do, i don’t know how, strikes a chord within me

on Wakatoshi

this one 

this one is well known for having basically one (1) constant thoughts only really

and that is— volleyball

(maybe some farming and the necessary school work every now and then)

but everyone knew not to expect more than that from him

except Ushijima really is still human, isn’t he?

on the rare moments he thinks of the future and is not ridden with being a pro volleyball player, he does think about one thing that go hand in hand with a nice farm

a family

and this happens once in a blue moon for him

literally twice a year at most

((once was when he sees a lovely sister and baby brother walk up to their parents during a small hanabi festival Tendou took him to, the scene of them all in yukatas gleaming at each other hit a chord in him for just a split second))

no it wasn't the confessions he would receive by the girls in his school, none of those fazed him

instead—for the second time that year—it was when he went to their school’s annual art exhibition with the rest of the vbc

((cause you KNOW that school is fancy enough to have a grand one))

he mainly went because they had to give up the gym early for art clubs to set up their works there too

but once he sees the all kinds of works lining the halls of the gym and 1st & 2nd floors of their school he would be lying if he said wasn’t astonished

it was his first time to attend one of his school’s annual art exhibition (despite being a third year)

((Tendou told him that this year’s was held shorter so he might be able to use the gym after they clean up))

(Semi scolds the red head for lying to him later)

but as they see how Ushijima’s gaze gleams just a little bit brighter that afternoon—they deemed the lie worth it

at least their captain might have one beautiful memory of highschool that wasn’t the sport he was so dedicated to

the various paintings, sculptures, photography, and many more works kept catching his eyes in amazement— just like a shy kid brought to a candy store

but it was deemed even more worth it once they pass by this table— a little bit smaller than the others— stationed in the second floor

in front of the classroom at the very end of the hall, furthest from the stairway 

there was a table filled with the randomest objects painted with different kinds of oil and water based paints

a pillow, glass cups, a broom and even a stop sign were colored vibrantly in display

while tendou and reon laugh at the painted broom, shirabu and semi stare at the stop sign, discussing about how it should have been illegal to take the government’s property off the streets

they were all loudly throwing comments and compliments at the bizarre trinkets but ushijima was the one silent— unwavering gaze at one object he was all too familiar with

“May I hold that one?”

the rest of the boys’ eyes finally snapped to the ace’s direction and all simultaneously their eyes widen comically, amazed by the object

“Holy crap how did they think of painting that?” Yamagata exclaims while Tendou was freaking out

“Wow... that is so cool.” Goshiki’s eyes sparkled as Semi and Shirabu nod in agreement

their captain was the quietest—and although that was common—even they could see how his eyes had a stunned look to it as he held the object in hand

a single painted volleyball

painted with all four seasons of the year angled in a way the colors lined with the ball’s stitching

in each patch were small silhouettes of people too— one was a lone man, then a couple playing walking hand in hand, a family of four by a swing set, then a couple again but with hunched backs and older looking statures this time

and at the last patch—a small pair of gravestones, with the wind blowing leaves on them

Ushijima hadn’t even noticed he was holding his breath as he gazed at each vibrant season

he only blinked again as Tendou rips the ball out of his grasp, fawning over it with the rest of the team

this was the second blue moon for him

the second time thoughts of love and family run across his head—and this time it wasn’t for a split second

his unexpected lover was a piece of art

—a piece of art that made something he held everyday seem so unfamiliar yet familiarly beautiful

as he scans the rest of the works laid on the table he finally notices the similar themes for each one of them too

the glass cups had wedding rings and white flowers painted delicately

the stop sign had two hands clasping on a car’s armrest, driving in a road at the side of a mountain

the pillow was painted like an ultrasound albeit having starking colors unlike the typical black and white—a vague silhouette of a baby was airily painted on it

and the broom

it was the simplest of them all

the broom had different sized hands plastered on it— one gruff and large, two pairs of dainty slim ones with one pair smaller, and the smallest one chubby and stout like a toddler’s

it reminded him of the family he saw on the hanabi festival he went to

and it was so fascinating

—how those few artworks had his heart beating a different pace and made his ears seem to hear clearer, more openly

he fell in love with them

and he couldn’t help but think of the person behind them as well— wanting to thank them for giving him this foreign but warm feeling

“Oh? You’re Ushijima-san from the volleyball club, right?”

a jolly voice snaps him out of his thoughts

matching the voice was you— with some paint stains on your face and a dirty apron tied to your front

you glanced around with a wide smile and see the rest of the vbc, making your smile even brighter

“Oh you guys are all here!”

the boys shift their attention to you as you drop your messy palette and brush on the chair behind you, bowing slightly as you tuck a hair behind your ear

“Ahh.. I see you guys saw what I stole from you.” 

you point towards the volleyball

Ushijima’s eyes stuck to it again

“I’m really sorry for stealing it! One of my assignments was to paint on a round object and the basketball was too rough while the baseball was too small!”

you clasp your hands for forgiveness and in the back of his head Ushijima was fascinated by how your personality seemed to match the vibrant paintings so perfectly

it was as if you were one of the paintings as well— he thought

“I just borrowed it really! You can definitely take it back and I’ll wash it if you’d like.”

the thought of washing away the masterpiece on the ball made Ushijima’s brows furrow

(although he never liked when the volleyballs they used were dirty, it irked him to even think of washing the one Semi was holding)

“What?! Definitely not, it’d be such a waste!” Tendou conveys the club’s mutual thoughts, all of them nodding along

“And we have a whole cart of volleyballs to practice with yknow? You keeping this one wouldn’t hurt.”

“Here.” Semi shoves the ball back to your chest 

((and secretly it displeases Ushijima how roughly the ball was handled))

“Eh? But really I didn’t even ask you guys first if I could have one before taking it...” —Tendou only shakes his head defiantly with his hands on his hips, not willing to take back the volleyball in your hands

“Really, you should keep it.. umm Painter-san. We could never take your artwork away from you.”—Goshiki says barely above a whisper 

and although you’re in awe at the club’s thoughtfulness, the guilt was still gnawing in the back of your head— wanting to give the volleyball to its rightful owner

so you glance and notice how their tall captain was silent— eyes staring straight into the volleyball in your arms and an idea pops in your head

“Ushijima-san, would you like to keep it? Think of it as a makeshift trophy of sorts, by your guys’ new biggest fan, Y/N.”

and his eyes snap up to yours, scanning to see if there was any trace of hesitation in them

the answer was clear as day to the rest of his teammates really

ever since you held the volleyball, their captain’s gaze hasn’t torn away from it

again like a shy child, this time staring a the last piece of candy— waiting for the okay to have it

“Yes, I would love to keep it.”

immediately his large hands carefully reach out for it

—a soft smile mirroring your large and bright one as you hand it to him

“I’ll be sure to keep it in my trophy case...” he lingers for a little bit before continuing his sentence

“And if you could please teach me how to properly care for and clean it? I would appreciate it very much.”

your eyes bug out as Tendou snickers uncontrollably at the side

“ushijima you sly dog” he says under his breath

all you could think of was how blunt the captain was, a deep blush stark on your cheeks

“Umm, yeah definitely! I can show you um.. when?”

“Tomorrow after practice would be the best if you are available.”

“For sure, Ushijima-san! I can wait by the gym after class.”

in your head you were thinking— the volleyball was varnished just a wipedown with a wet rag would be enough to keep it really

but as you stare the larger man in front of gaze gingerly at the volleyball, as if it was made of glass—

maybe he didn’t need to know that fact right away…, you decided

“Okay.” the same warm feeling floods through as he caresses each patch, longingly lingering at each silhouette

—after that it wasn’t just in a blue moon would Ushijima have those thoughts he never gave attention to before

as often as he saw you and your paintings he would think of thoughts like love and family

and sometimes—he noticed— he saw you in them with it

bonus— but thoughts are just thoughts really, would Ushijima ever actually act on them?

a/n. when i say ushijima is the loml i mean USHIJIMA👏 IS THE LOVE 💖❤️💕 OF MY LIFE 🗣

[heartau]

Oooh you went to Neocity right? I’d love to hear descriptions of the boys in the words of a writer 🥰

omg this sounds fun !!! ok before i start this i just wanna say this is from what i personally saw when i saw them live. i was relatively close to the stage, enough to make eye contact and to be waved at, so i’ll do my best!!

taeyong: seeing him in real life was a little surreal because he looks exactly how he does in pictures and videos which is already jarring because he’s already really beautiful through those. he has really big, expressive eyes and the warmest smile; every time he would look at the audience he’d have this small smile that looked like pride. it was really really heartwarming to see. he has such a calming, relaxed and cute aura durings ments but once he started to perform... whew! his head also really big, honestly a lot of their heads were really big in real life which is adorable idjdjddk, but yeah!! i made eye contact with him a number of times and you would think his gaze would be intimidating but it really really wasnt! the only word i can describe the feeling i got from him is motherly :(

johnny: first and foremost, i do not believe that he’s 6’1... that man is gigantic. his proportions are so good, his leg to chest ratio is so... [chef’s kiss]. what you see of him in videos is truly what he is in real life, he’s so goofy and funny and lively and he always encouraged other members to do their thing as well. he’s honestly so hilarious too which makes me sad because it makes me feel like we’d get along really well if i knew him personally ... man i just wanna be his bff. but yeah he’s really tall, like towering over the other members tall; even taller than jungwoo, who was surprisingly tall as well. maybe it’s just me because i’m really short. he also has a small face in real life, but at the same time his features are so expressive that you dont even realize it haha. but yeah he’s just a happy, talented, gentle giant.

jungwoo: if i could describe jungwoo in one word it would be cherub-like. he literally has the softest features ever and he moves so gracefully, he literally glowed on stage and it was kinda shocking really. he was also really tall omg, like i was expecting it anyways since i knew that he’s around 6ft, but like... he’s REALLY tall. he has the SOFTEST, most honey-like voice but he speaks with so much confidence, it’s so so so cute and made me so happy. he also has really fluffy hair, like even from my seat i could see how soft and light his hair was; every movement he made that night just made his hair whip around really easily, like even if it was bleached you really couldn’t tell because his hair didn’t look fried at all. all in all jungwoo was truly angel-like and very graceful.

taeil: oh man taeil is beautiful on screen and through pictures already but in person he glows 100x more. he has really, really pretty skin that made him shine under the spotlight and his jawline is REALLY sharp omg. he’s also really short (which i was expecting... probably still taller than me though) and has a big head hehe. he’s also one of the members that had a really calming, nurturing energy, during the ments he would literally have heart eyes full of pride when he’d look at the audience, it was really really heartwarming. a GOOD butt. also his vocals are so, so, sooo good and very stable - there was one point (i think it was back 2 u(?) i can’t remember anything from that night other than my videos) where he used his headvoice for the highnote and not falsetto and it floored me - i’m a classically trained vocalist so you bet i freaked out in the audience. but yeah, taeil is just really calming and nurturing and REALLY funny too :(

yuta: yuta honestly shocked me because although i knew that he’s baby from interviews and other clips, i was still somehow intimidated by him, but when i saw them live he really stomped on my intimidation. he literally has the most fresh, most positive, most genuinely kind energy i’ve literally ever felt :( he had the biggest smile throughout the night, every time i’d look at him he’d just be grinning from ear to ear. “healing smile” doesn’t even come close to describing how GOOD his smile is in real life. he’s also short, something i really wasn’t expecting, like a good 2nd or 3rd shortest - really really REALLY funny too and a REALLY good dancer, i got some of his freestyle dance on camera and every time i watch it, i’m floored bc he hits every beat on the spot. i made eye contact with him at one point and i remember feeling just so happy and at peace, like... he’s not intimidating at all... he’s just a happy boy :(

mark: ohh mark... i see mark as a childhood friend so when he came out on stage i literally felt tears spring in my eyes. i live in vancouver and saw them in vancouver so i feel like that kinda intensified it a bit more as well. he is SOOOOOO undeniably funny its crazy, throughout the night i’d just be laughing at things he’d say (that were intended to be humourous ofc). his head also really big omg it was kinda jarring, and taller than i expected. his stage presence is so good, everytime they’d perform my eyes would sometimes land on him, literally SO good. honestly, when i walked into that venue i was expecting him to cry which i feared for because when someone cries, then i cry, but he didn’t!! although after the concert ended, when they were saying their goodbyes, they left mark alone to say his own goodbyes and when he was doing so, his voice kinda cracked before he did this bow and his eyes were a little glossy and i got SO SCARED because i didn’t wanna cry rkdndkdndk but yeah :( im proud of mark and you can tell that he holds pride in what he does as well!

donghyuck: MAN... donghyuck literally has the most beautiful skin i’ve ever seen. i know i’ve said this before but he glows, like he literally glows, fullsun is an appropriate nickname for him. he emitted nothing else but cute, happy, mischeviohs energy during ments but once he started performing his vibe changed so drastically it was crazy - especially during wake up and baby don’t like it. there was one part during baby don’t like it when he pressed his forehead against taeil’s and when i tell you how much i lost it because i wasn’t expecting it... oh man. i also see donghyuck as a best friend; i was born a week before he was and our natal charts are exactly the same save for our moons, so seeing him rip it up on stage was so so soo good it made me so proud :( i made eye contact with him somewhere during summer 127?? I WAS SO HAPPY AFTER like it was refreshing omg i sound so silly but im telling the truth iddndkjd he’s also shockingly tall as well, around mark’s height, maybe even taller, and REALLY long legs. like a good 90% of his body was made of leg didjdjdjd but yeah donghyuck is just... he’s really the sun and he was meant to perform.

doyoung: i will start this off by saying; i left that venue as a doyoungzen. doyoung... whew... he also shocked me because through videos and pictures i was NEVER intimidated by him at all, i honestly genuinely always just saw him as cute baby but man oh man. you know when you just KNOW that someone’s rich by the way they hold themselves? that’s doyoung... he’s really regal-like and holds himself really gracefully, like a strict prince type. he intimidated me SO much that night (in the best way possible... sexy intimidation... dont worry) like his energy was just so... intense. i made eye contact with him a number of times and when i tell you how SMALL i felt just from meeting his eyes... my goodness. he has really broad shoulders and a tiny waist, also really tall, small-ish head. his features are REALLY sharp like it’s crazy, i really have no other way to explain it. he also has really pretty hands, nimble-looking fingers. he was really adorable during ments and at one point kept hopping which was so CUTE but even then... man. his energy is just really intense. i ended up making him one of my ults after i left the venue.

jaehyun: deep inhale... so. jaehyun. honestly its kinda silly because i can remember so many details from the other members but i feel like once it comes to jaehyun i’m at a loss of words because of how in SHOCK i was to see him up close bc as you all know he’s my ultimate bias, it was my three years with him a few weeks ago. but gosh... jaehyun... i really can’t see the whole “cold prince” image they give him bc he’s so chill and relaxed? ok wow a few memories are coming to mind now; he has a really big head, which i was expecting because i’ve seen people talk about how big his head is but yeah it’s big but it’s CUTE he’s just a little bobblehead :( i made so much eye contact with him that night too and god like. i got some of those moments on camera and you can see through the videos how i’d just FREEZE every time we jefkenfkd he’s just... really chill, really relaxed, let the other members do their thing, but at the same time really silly and had this aura of confidence which was really nice. a lil shorter than i expected omg but his skin was reeallllyyyy nice and he’s very pale irl omg. he waved at me and my friend at the end of the show and i also got it on video and like... every time i watch it its just so surreal cuz like ... 😭 LIKE WHAT NOW how am i supposed to live the rest of my life now knowing i reached my peak at neocity like .... bruh

all in all these boys are just so talented and have the best stage presence ever, and they’re super SUPER interactive with the fans. beingin the crowd during touch and replay was just so... nice :( it was truly one of the happiest moments in my life and i hope that they come back soon !!! i also hope that the next time i see them, winwin is part of 127 again as well :( and lastly, i also hope that whoever is reading this sees them in the future as well bc u deserve it!!!

[hipsofsteel]

I got challenged (long version)

Alright, so yesterday, @macarici made this post where she challenged us to do a character study using astrology natal charts, for one of our favorite OCs. 

So I decided to do one of my favorite boys, Christopher, because I love him a lot and he’s a sweet boy. And it devolved into extreme and severe confusion so fast I decided to make this post long under a read more and post a seperate short version. So, without further ado if you love reading my bullshit...

Alright, so, first thing’s first. Despite the fact Chris and Bev celebrate their birthdays on February 14th, and I count their official zodiac sign as Aquarius because of this, they’re actually Leos.

“Now Jess, what the fuck do you mean by this?” I mean I’ve canonically wrote multiple times that they sprung into existence in the summer of 1806, so as of today, I picked August 2nd as their actual birthdays. But they celebrate the state birthday because they’re made of dirt and time isn’t real.

But I figured that would fuck up my results pretty good bc lemme tell you, it has before on other astrology things.

ANYHOW

I set his birthdate as August 2nd, 1997 (Chris and Bev are “22″ on their government records currently), and the time at 8:03 AM, location of “birth” in Joseph, Oregon.

And then, I skimmed through the results.

And applying this to a Chris context, at first I’m mainly 

Seriously, this really isn’t sounding much like him.

BUT I MUST CONTINUE, so I decide to just pull out a list of things that DON’T sound like Chris, because I’m doing this when I should really be in bed and frankly nothing makes sense anymore

AND THEN I REALIZED I FUCKED UP THE BIRTH YEAR (am I literally writing this post as I go so Rici has something fun to read in the morning? Yes)

Okay, so I’m turning 21 next year and was like “that means following the age thing, chris and bev would only be a year younger than me.” no u numbskull theyd be two years older than ur they’re already 22

SO CHART RESUMBITED WITH THE SAME DATE SAVE THE YEAR BEING 1996, I tried again

And instead of CLEARING my confusion, mentally, this happened

jess voice: holy shit this looks less like chris even and im reading more in depth now abort mission abort

SO YEETING BACK TO THE YEAR OF 1997 APPARENTLY SORRY CHRIS IM DEAGING YOU AND BEV BOTH BY A YEAR BC THIS SOUNDS LIKE NEITHER OF YOU

so now im back in 1997, year before i was born, and looking at the chart for a fictional heterosexual dude whose actually an immortal dirt baby this is fun

SO i started removing stuff from Chris’s moon sign results that was definitely not him

THINGS THAT ARE NOT CHRIS -being rather lazy, the boy runs a cattle operation on rangeland for christsakes... -causing big scenes when slighted, whether in private or not. chris is actually much much better than bev about holding his temper, and tends not to go overboard emotionwise. he’d rather cut you to the bone with a few effective sentences than scream at you for an hour. -he lacks firmness and can be a sucker for a sob story. listen, thats only true with exactly one boy which is his son adam, and adams already the constant exception in everyone’s lives. -hard time setting and keeping goals. theres too much angst to explain this one but its not chris -unstable friendships. with the exceptions of a brief period with helen after their breakup, and tensions with clark whenever he pissed off adam, this really isnt chris. hes pretty much a rock to depend on if you’re a friend of his

and then i realize “oh shit that’s way less than i actually thought i was gonna remove” and okay yeah yeeting back to 1997 was def the right choice. i will say im def twisting a solid half of whats left to make it apply to him but hey thats what this is all about, right?

so at least now im doing this emotion

its nearly 1 am almost nothing makes sense but maybe this does

anyhow, so then i move on to the final section (we hope) of this experiment

WHAT DOES CHRISTOPHER LEWIS JOSEPH’S MOON SIGN MEAN IN RELATION TO HIM?

im just gonna steal magicandlight’s bullet point method bc its nearly 1 am

so

Chris is

outgoing WITHIN his inner circle, and quite willing to make a fool of himself in front of those he trusts, but not strangers

he likes organizing things socially and just likes to oversee the going ons in his closest inner circle (adam, clark, helen, and bev)

strong sense of justice, both treating others fairly, as well as acting fairly himself. 

courage in his convictions

pride can be a weakness

can be a bit brooding when he doesnt get the attention he wants (id say this mainly is in romantic endeavors when it comes to him)

needs to feel like he has a place to belong and emotional support from friends within those groups/communities

despises major life changes, and it can reflect in his relationships with others

little changes can also bother him and make him irriatable and stubborn (beverly can vouch for this, she’s heavily on the recieving end of this one)

reality checks can be incredibly brutal when they hit

very perceptive to other people’s emotions

strategist

experiences emotions and feelings pretty intensely

So now it’s 1:11 AM or something around there, I’ve dropped a lot of time into this, and I hope i’ve entertained the shit out of rici in the process when she reads this, and im going to write a shorter version post before i hit the hay so that maybe more people will see this

[yueqqi]

Lost Requiem - Chapter 1

Summary: A man from New York seeks a new life after a terrible mistake that locked him in eight years of imprisonment, only for him to be greeted again by the gates of Hell.

A/N: Since I’m a broke-ass tryna get by as a computer science student juggling a part time job, I can’t donate to the Kickstarter. BUT, I’m going to try and help with the social media goals as per the RE:H Kickstarter page, so I guess here’s a new fic serial.

New York City, New York, August 2nd, 1995

Pain exploded like a spilt pot of hot chowder against his cheek. He stumbled back, barely catching himself against the table where other inmates had long abandoned since the fight broke out.

A chant. “Oh, fuck! Fight, fight, fight!”

Another fist swung out, tattooed with gentle black strokes forming lilies, and he ducked before it could connect with his face again. With a grunt, he threw all of his weight forward and latched onto the taller man’s waist.

The other man swayed from the sudden force. Success?

He found himself winded with the sudden loss of altitude as he was slammed into the hard, cold floor with a massive block of muscle on top of him.

A disappointed voice yelled into his ear, “Dammit, you weak-ass lawyer boy! I woulda thought you get better at this shit after eight years!”

He snapped, “Maybe I woulda if I got a degree in sumo wrestling like your dumbass self, Brandt.”

The weight lifted from his back, and a fresh breath of air entered his lungs. The man sat up, reaching a hand up to test the swelling that rose on his cheek. He let out a hiss.

“Yo, ‘zekiel, sorry ‘bout that bruise,” the same gruff voice apologized. A large hand offered itself for him to take. As he took the hand, the crowd of people dispersed as everyone returned to their lunches.

“Thanks. And it’s not much of a problem.”

Brandt was a tall, buff man with a shaved head at least five inches taller than Ezekiel’s six feet. A terrifying man with a terrifying stature and a terrifying gaze, he was the most feared inmate at the Lincoln Correctional Facility. Like Ezekiel, he wasn’t in prison for the right reasons.

In fact, most of them weren’t in prison for the right reasons.

If Ezekiel could legally take a look at every inmate’s profiles, he was sure they’d all have the same background. A poor kid of a minority, born and raised in the ghetto part of town. Could be the Bronx, like him, or other areas in lower-town Manhattan, or immigrated from an even poorer town outside the States ridden with war, drugs, and grime. A family of a single parent and a couple kids; sometimes both parents were in the picture, but rarely could they climb above the vice of poverty because of the poor pay and the cost of surviving.

Like him, they were caught in the wrong place at the wrong time—that, or they were forced into the life of crime just to feed their families.

Like Karael.

Brandt’s boisterous voice interrupted his thoughts, “So, how’s it feelin’, bein’ the nasty dealer finally gettin’ out today?”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “Eight years late, but I can’t complain; coulda been a full twenty-five. It’s just about damn time.”

Ezekiel was grateful, though the taste of ashes still lingered on his tongue at the thought of it; just eight months ago, his case was appealed to the judge again, and it was by a stroke of luck that the first judge who gave him a sentencing had been transferred to another court so he had a chance, however slim, to crawl out of this hellhole. After weeks of looking over the court transcriptions from his case file, the new judge was sympathetic enough to see that an all-white jury plus the original judge’s spoken words all led to an unfavorable outcome: as Ezekiel figured, bias outweighed the evidence supporting his case in the end.

A simple, formal apology was made and the judge gave the prison’s executive director the order for his release; of course, the paperwork was an “issue” and his release was postponed for eight months. Seven years turned to eight, and both Ezekiel’s and his family’s patience was wearing thin until finally: the long-awaited release date.

Still, an apology wasn’t much compensation for the stolen eight years, nor was his quiet release later in the day in which he silently bid the others farewell and only hoped that they would stumble upon luck as he did.

The dusty silver sedan waited for him the second he stepped into broad daylight in fresh clothes: a pair of jeans, a white cotton shirt, and a cheap, black zipped hoodie. He didn’t know what happened to the leather motorcycle jacket he wore when he was arrested, but as much as his heart ached for it, it was a remnant of the past he had to leave behind.

A young woman no more than twenty-five with her once curly hair braided in cornrows long ago now straightened and shoulder-length stood leaning against the car hood in a pinstriped button-up shirt with navy trousers, the passenger door left open as an older woman in her late forties sat in the seat in a familiar sweater and pants. Upon hearing the barbed wire fence buzz as the prison guard opened it for Ezekiel, both women looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, the same viridescent as his own.

The younger of the two bounded up to him with wide strides—Ezekiel didn’t remember her being this tall—and embraced him tightly with a tearful eyes. She whispered, “Welcome home, Ezekiel.”

He laughed, reaching up a hand to ruffle her hair. “Easy there, Duma, we ain’t home quite just yet. You’re not so short anymore—ouch!”

Duma punched him in the arm none-too-lightly, but grabbed him by the hand to pull him to the sedan. The older woman, Hasielle, grinned at the two as she stood, latching onto the car to balance herself so she didn’t sway, and waited for Ezekiel to approach before she pulled him in for a hug.

Ezekiel smiled warmly as he wrapped his arms around the shorter woman. He greeted softly, “Hey, Ma.”

Hasielle pulled back for just to moment to reach up and pat Ezekiel’s cheek, where the bruise had already formed from earlier. Eyebrows knitted together, she said, “They haven’t been treatin’ you nicely here, huh? You need to eat more too, you’ve gotten so skinny!”

“Well, I’m always lookin’ forward to your chicken and rice; I’ll even help cook.”

Hasielle smirked, “Well, I’m supposin’ you need practice after awhile. Let’s make it a competition tonight. You in, Duma?”

His sister paled at the mention of cooking. “You want me to burn down the house?”

“Chemistry, cookin’, all the same thing, aren’t they?” Ezekiel challenged, eyebrow raised.

“It’s chemical engineering, Ezekiel. And I’m not doing anything with cooking for the program I’m in, anyways. I’d burn the whole city down on accident!”

“Well, you better find someone who can cook for you, Duma,” Ezekiel chuckled. Duma’s cheeks reddened.

“Shut up, you.”

Their mother’s eyebrows rose, “My, my! Has my daughter found someone?”

“No, Ma! Not yet! The next person I’m gettin’ married to is science herself.”

Amidst the warm laughter, a hollow ache still pervaded a part in his chest. Once, they were a family of five, then four when he turned seven many years ago. And again, one was missing.

They all stepped into the car; Duma was driving since Ezekiel needed to reapply for a driver’s license and Hasielle’s condition had worsened over the years: after years of fighting through her anemia to juggle three jobs to support the three of her children, she finally took a break from working once Duma was able to help support them both after getting through college at MIT on a scholarship.

Once the chuckles died down and Duma turned down the road toward the city graveyard, Hasielle glanced in the side mirror at Ezekiel, where he sat in the back, and commented, “Hon, your hair’s so short.”

“Is it?” Ezekiel reached up to rub at his head, feeling the prickliness of his cropped curly hair between his fingers. He supposed it was a lot shorter compared to how he kept it years ago, but he had gotten used to his hair being this length.

“I miss your old hair, but I’ve been seein’ them old-style movies, like Victorian-era and older. Just a thought, but maybe you should try growin’ out your hair longer. I remember you tellin’ me awhile ago in a letter that you’re workin’ on a novel as a new start to your life, so maybe gettin’ a new start in style might help too.”

A new start, huh? A new life… Sounds nice.

“Maybe I will.”

The car pulled into a parking space at the mausoleum some miles away. In spite of the sun that beat down on them, the place still seemed awfully dim and quiet—as expected, Ezekiel supposed, yet it was unsettling not unlike the prison at night.

As Duma pulled out the wheelchair from the trunk of the car for Hasielle, Hasielle spoke, “Ezekiel, Duma and I are goin’ to see Pops in the yard. Why don’t you go on ahead to the mausoleum first and we’ll see you soon?”

He was speechless for a moment, before given his mother a quiet nod. Ezekiel left the two and walked in long, slow strides toward the large, Grecian-style mausoleum, steps ginger and uncertain. The place was eerily quiet when he entered, the door shutting silently behind him, though the sunlight filtering through the skylights and brightening the marble floors created some imitation of a welcoming aura. To his left was a small alcove with a sign hanging above it, Flowers.

Ezekiel shuffled into the small shop, where a short old woman waved at him from behind the counter. He smiled, a bit stiff, and waved back before he turned to observe the array of flowers sprawled through the expanse of the shop.

He had no idea what to buy for his brother. In fact, he didn’t even know if his brother ever liked flowers—they were never that close especially during their last few years spent together before Ezekiel ended up behind bars.

In the end, Ezekiel settled for white lilies and baby’s breath. White for purity, but also white for a blank sheet, for possibilities. Paying for the flowers, he left the shop and ducked into the nearest corridoer while keeping an eye out for the signs designating alphabetical order.

Q-T. Thomas. Timmison. Torvald.

Travis.

A framed photo of a young man with a smiling face, a mustache forming on his upper lip, stared back with similar verdant, yet faintly honey-colored eyes at Ezekiel. Ezekiel let out a soft breath as he placed the flowers in the vase attached by iron-wrought wire to the wall beside the box of ashes set into the marble wall, engraved in a delicate font.

Karael Travis, December 22nd, 1969-February 17th, 1991

Loving son and brother who always did his best

A whisper, deafening in the echoing silence, “Long time, no see, you poor bastard. Just what did you get yourself into when I couldn’t be there to catch your fall?”

[rosethornewrites]

Saturday T & G reading

The usual

Finished

Teen:

Epistolary, by beeswaxing

At a loss as to how to deal with the frenetic energy that essentially symbolises the head disciple of the Jiang Sect, Madam Yu orders the teenager to take up letter writing in the hope that the time it takes to put words to paper would force the wild boy to calm down just a little bit and put more thought into his actions. In true form he dives right into it, and ends up inventing a new form of correspondence solely for his Lan Zhan and gets far more than he bargained for.

The Past Is An Avalanche Beneath Your Feet, by John_lzhc

Sometimes the past is an avalanche, the ruins of your life only there if you know where to look. Sizhui is learning where to look for the bodies.

In which Wei Wuxian goes on a night hunt, traumatises some junior Lans with his teaching style, tries to help Sizhui make sense of a past that looks nothing like he thought it would, and maybe starts to make a future.

alternative title: grave digging for fun and proffit

So Good To See You Again, by SingingInTheRaiin

Even though Lan Wangji agreed to an open adoption, it would be many years before he actually meets the father of his son. And when that does happen, Lan Wangji is surprised to find that it's someone he already knows.

destiny is calling me, telling me to love you, by Solarlwj

Consider: Wei Wuxian—actor, has never been kissed—scores a new role in an upcoming movie where a kissing scene is required. Lan Wangji finds out, and does something about it.

Twin Heroes, by RavenclawLoki

Okay yes, as sect leader, A-Ling has say on how assemblies in his sect could go. And while he had a few meeting in Carp Tower since he had become leader, this will be one of his first conference where all the major sect would be visiting. Because of this, Jin Ling wouldn’t be questioned on reasonable requests since he was allowing them to stay at Carp Tower…but to send letters to the leaders saying it was “encouraged” for them to bring their spouses as a way to greet their families?

Jiang Cheng wasn’t falling for that for a second.

Or Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian have the start of a long overdo talk two years after the temple.

Something Fierce, by bumbledees (2nd in a series)

Jiang Cheng is a leader of one of the four great sects. He’s supposed to fall in love with a beautiful woman and secure the dynasty of Lotus Pier.

He'd much rather fall in love with a beautiful man, and leave Lotus Pier to the next disciple who cares for it as much as he does.

He always thought he'd at least fall in love with someone who was, you know, alive.

General:

Sleep Beloved, You Are Safe With Me, by Preludian_Staves

"Sleep, Wei Ying. I will be here to guard your dreams."

am i ready for love? or maybe just a best friend, by cloud_wanderer

Wei Wuxian returns home after thirteen years to find everything has changed… but one thing has stayed the same

I've Been Blossoming Alone Over You, by HootHalcyon

Wei Ying loves a lot of things about his Lan Zhan.

There is no more reasons need,i only want you forever in my heart, by Luna0713Hunter

Wei Wuxian always loved halloween. It was a given when your birthday came along with it as well.

Rugrats, by nirejseki (4 chapters)

“Jiejie,” Jiang Cheng said, tugging on his sister’s hand. “I don’t want to be here.”

“None of us want to be here,” another little boy said, and Jiang Cheng turned to look at him: he was even shorter than Jiang Cheng, and rubbing his eyes in the aftermath of a yawn. “I’m Nie Huaisang. Who’re you?”

“He’s Yunmeng Jiang sect’s Jiang Cheng,” Jiang Yanli said, while Jiang Cheng pressed his face into her side to hide how he’d gone bright red at the concept of someone his own age talking to him. “I’m Jiang Yanli. Is your older brother here in the Nightless City, too?”

Nie Huaisang’s lip quivered, and Jiang Cheng abruptly felt better about how awful he felt about this whole thing; at least he wasn’t crying like a great big baby. “He’s supposed to be,” Nie Huaisang said. “But the Wens took him away earlier, and I haven’t seen him since. I took a nap, ‘cause he said he was gonna be back before I knew it, but I woke up and he’s still not back…”

Unfinished

Teen:

Orphan son of a servant, by AgatePhoenix

"Yet you won't give the answer to the acting sect leader"

"I didn't go for the Lan sect, I went looking because Lan Zhan wanted the answer and because Zewu jun asked me to"

"You would watch the world burn for two people"

"Oh no, grandmaster. You misunderstand." Wuxian replied with a cold smile "For Lan Zhan, I will burn the world down and scatter the ashes."

Alternatively: rogue cultivator Wei Wuxian messes up canon and everybody in his path for Lan Zhan but will not confess to said man.

General:

To fulfill A-Zhan’s wishes is gege’s greatest honor, by enea

On a warm day in late spring, an unfortunate accident turns Lan Wangji into a toddler.

Some might say it's a reason to despair, and most would rush to find a way to turn him back.

Luckily, Wei Wuxian is not a common man. Seizing the chance, he sets out on a very important quest.

Which is, to pamper his tiny Hanguang-Jun.

[flyingsassysaddles]

Day 3, Winter

Notes: One day late, but here’s the April 10th prompt, “Winter,” for the female characters week at @hetaliawritersdiscord ! A few historical notes here: in some parts of Tibet, it was common practice for a family of brothers to marry the same woman, in a form of polygamy. It could be from 2 to any number of men, but all children produced in the marriage were treated as brother and sisters, and since the mother kept secret on who the father is, every husband acted as the father to all children. Even if its a bit obvious who the father is (Dad #1 leaves for Lhasa for a month leaving Dad #2 alone with the wife, comes back a months later and then a baby comes 9 months sorta situation) all children were treated equally, no favoritism was allowed. This form of polygamy is still practiced in some places in Tibet, since it was a good way to keep all the land in the family! This involves Nyo!Tibet, and the rest are just eh characters

Summary: Dehen is traveling up a mountain to see if the shrine and the spirits can answer her moral dilemma of gaining a new husband, her other 3 husband’s brother, despite the fact he’s 15 and she’s 7 years older then him. 

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It was cold on the mountain, her feet complained. Her shoes were worn and old, passed down from Dehen’s mother, but they fulfilled their jobs just the same, with a bit of creaking here and there. Up, up the mountain she continued, her dress brushing with a mash of snow and dirt and her apron becoming stained from the offering she was holding in her hands. What depraved man thought that putting a shrine on the top of a hill was a good idea?! The Tibetan mother grumbled, wishing her children were old enough to carry the offering for her and lift the load off her back, but the daughters and one, beautiful son were still only 7 years of age at most. At least she got some peace in quiet, Dehen grumbled. Her husbands should be able to handle them. After her mind touches the memory of her three husbands, all brothers, she jerked it to a stop. The reason she was climbing this mountain with the blasted cold offering in her hands was to avoid thinking about that. To receive one blessing or other from the mountain. If she had to hear one more word about the new marriage from her mother in law, she would scream. It shouldn’t have troubled her. She and her first husband, her childhood sweetheart no less, had gotten married when they were 15, the same age as her new groom to be. Sure, it had been 7 years ago, but it wasn't all that different, was it? Her friend had gotten married to a younger man a few years ago, this was no different. It was the tradition that the brothers of the family all take the same wife, lest the land be split up amongst a bunch of sons and competing wives. Her mother in law was simply following that tradition; now that her youngest son was of marriageable age, he should go the same way as his 3 brothers and marry Dehen. It started to snow, breathes of frozen water falling onto the mountain path and making it a bit slicker. The mountain was quiet, foreboding. Dehen’s felt that its mind as well was stumbling with the problems of the earthly realms, an overbearing mother in the sky and screaming children in the boulders. She promised to bring the mountain spirit an offering on her way down. Tenzin, her 2nd husband, had been the one to suggest she go to the shrine. He seemed to sense that she was unsettled, off in a way a silent newborn was off, or a new taste in a familiar dish. He was always the kind one, taking care of her, bringing her tea. It didn’t take long for him to win her heart, though she loved all of them. Her first husband, Niyama,  was off these days as well. He scowled more, yelled at the children and scoffed at the notion he was behaving incorrectly. His ego had taken a toll when each of his brothers started living in his house and raising all of their collective children, but it was never this terrible. Perhaps the thought of his little brother with his wife was troubling to him as well. The third, and often, last man, was silent. Dolma was always silent. During their wedding, the night after. He was a strong figure, yes, but he studied everyone and never made a sound beyond “pass me the food.” He was the most unnerving to marry so far, but he wasn’t terrible. She knew that one of the daughters was his, but she would ever tell which. It struck her that he wouldn't be a very doting father. Who knows what that frustrating man thought of his brother entering his marriage. She’d probably find out when the sky fell down. In the beginning, she had taken his silence as a challenge. The hard shell was to be broke, she had sworn, and she spent day after day and night after night trying to break his silence. It was fun, in a way. She spent more time with Dolma than all of the others, watched him do chores, asked for his advice on her cooking and grinned at him often. Yet all she got for her efforts was a few smiles and a daughter. By now she had given up, and then he seemed to fade into the background behind Niyama’s charm and Tenzin’s kind smile. She left her mind in those memories as the snow flew down, the ice mountain slick and the shrine ringing its bells in the wind once she dragged her feet to the top. Come to me, it seemed to ring. Dehen sighed and followed its order, dropping her offering in the prescribed bowl and muttering a quick prayer.  With a few words describing her predicament, she waited for the skies and boulders and mountains to offer advice, but little came. A look at the sky showed a mix of wind and snarls, thundering down. She blinked. When did it get this bad? Her hands were shaking now, her body still a bit frail from the baby a year ago, and her sandals felt oiled as she started to walk down. The storm grew fiercer and fiercer, and mountain spiriting narrowing its eyes at is forgotten gift left at the shrine. She should have given it to it at the foot of the mountain, the wind whispered. Dehen couldn’t listen as she was focusing on not losing her step. Down, down the mountain she walked, mind now clear in the face of possible danger. She remembered the question she left at the shrine as she fled.

Mountain spirit, I’m marrying a boy named Gyatso by the next full moon. He’s 15, and I’m 23 years. I’ve helped him learn how to handle a cow and run through fields.

The wind grew heavier now, her hair blocking her face and her messy apron far from the mushy gray snow, up in the air.

He’s like a brother to me. I love him very much, he’s an adorable child. Very hard working dedicated, innocent.

Her sandals were slipping, and she stumbled upon a shard of ice. Her breaths were shorter now, and her legs burned. Her children needed dinner.

But he’s like my brother. He’s a child. I can’t marry him. It feels...wrong. I know tradition says I must.

Dinner, she thought when her toe was stubbed and her hair blew in front of her face, Her children needed dinner. And Tenzin needed her, and Niyama wanted her help to decide the crops next year. Dolma was helping her with the finances today.

But I can’t. There has to be another way. I can’t lay with him.

She was halfway down the mountain when she fell over a scratchy branch, the rocks jabbing into her skull and itchy plants burying into her dress. She tasted blood.

His mother wants me to lay with him, she wants another grandson. My husbands I fear grow jealous of him, and I don’t know what they might do. There would be blood on the streets if I said no, with her temper.

She lied on the path, nails digging into her skins and tears leaking out. She must have angered the spirits somehow, god, why would they do this to her?! She had to see her children! She stumbled to her feet and tried to continue walking, but her leg was bleeding and her breaths were shallow. The wind pushed her down, to lean against a tree. Still, she got up again and walked down the path, determined to make it home, determined to make it though, She would see her husbands again, she would see her children again. She wasn’t going to die here. 

I hate this situation. I don’t know what to do. I tried convincing her to let him become a monk but she won’t listen.

A flash later, and she was thrown against the boulders, heat fizzling where the light left. Rain sleeted down along with the snow. She sat in near the boulders, blood flowing faster from her leg and her apron red. She hid beside the rocks, hands over her head, waiting for the storm to pass as the world started to grow hazy. In those last few moments, she couldn’t her husbands’ names.

Please, find a way to fix my problem. Make it go away.

The rocks no longer felt hard, but like a bed to rest on. Dehen went to sleep in the storm.

Please, just make the whole thing go away.

The world went dark as the mountain completed her wish.

[marauder--harder]

do u think u could describe how u envision the marauders to look?? i think it would be fun to see your interpretation of them

Okay ever since I got my new fancy laptop I have been trying to work up my skills to the point where I could actually draw the marauders as I have envisioned them but I am nowhere near that skill range yet so this is the next best thing. 

It really depends on the age of the marauders on how I view them and my moon so if you see my work (hopefully) someday and it doesn’t look anything like this description, fight me 

James Potter:

he’s the most varied marauder I think of, his appearance constantly changing slightly

okay so I see him as someone who is maybe poc, maybe not it really depends on my mood as to how I view him 

for sure he is tanned though

no pale ass motherfucker here, you know?

like even if he was white the hours of practice on the field has him a perfect golden glow about 75% of the year

he’s the definition of ‘sunkissed’ every year when he comes back to hogwarts (whatever your ethnicity you picture for him, fight me on this, you can’t deny that he isn’t just radiating from how much sun he has gotten. he’s just beaming, regardless if he’s white, or black, or indian, or whatever)

has messy, curly, black hair that has looked the same from years 1-6

looser curls, nothing too springy (in my usual headcanon for him) 

year 7 he cuts his hair, and really it is just a trim, and finally learns how to make his messy hair work for him (totally has just a bit of 70′s greaser look to it, with no product of course because we already know that nothing tames his hair)

the darkest hazel colored eyes that are always full of expression (it is what makes him a shit liar tbh)

is moderately tall (something he boasted about in his youth until Remus hit his growth spurt and then so did Sirius)

I put him to be about 5′11 by the end of his 7th year (which is above average of the English man, although if he was Indian from the UK then this makes sense as there have been studies that show that Indians from the UK are significantly taller)

has the build of the mix between a swimmer and a baseball player

lean boy, who is very toned essentially

has the biggest smile

lips on the thinner side

hard jaw, soft eyes, prominent nose

high cheekbones and slender face

ears that stick out just slightly

long ass eyelashes that he hates because of his glasses

size 10 shoe (US sizing)

Sirius Black: 

my pale, pale bean (only in the winter) 

has a naturally fair complexion but does get tan in the warmer seasons as he is often outside (with James especially after he moved in with him)

had his hair cut short as a kid and hated it, thus when he got to Hogwarts he was so happy that he didn’t have to cut his hair

that’s what made him grow it out

he’d take good care of his hair, as it was a very big source of pride for him, taking it as a symbol of independence from the house of Black

by the time 6th year hit it was almost resting on the tips of his shoulders

has shiny, wavy black hair (looks damn good in a bun, which he would only do when playing sports)

broader and more stocky than James naturally, just a wider build

more of a wrestler’s physique I suppose (not giant but like mediocre wrestling, probably in the 160ish weight class??)

thicc thighs

sometimes I think he is slightly bow-legged???

shorter than James by half an inch until the end of 6th year

by the time he is a grown adult he is 6′0 but once he comes back from Azkaban he is 5′11 if not 5′10 because he can’t hold himself the way he used to

chiseled features, yet still soft somehow

eyebrow game is strong with him

always a mischievous streak in his grey eyes 

has crows feet and smile lines when he laughs

flashing, pearly white grin

not thin lips but not necessarily plush either; pretty average (albeit talented)

small ears but he hides them well with his hair

also has a piercing in them

size 11.5 shoe (US sizing)

Remus Lupin

lanky boy

literally all gangly pile of arms and legs until 6th year

was the scrawniest boy, always slightly taller but never considered tall in his youth

his scars used to be a lot darker as a kid, more of a pink color but they fade to a whiter color as he ages

has a scar across the bridge of his nose, down the side of his temple and jaw to his throat

two more longer ones across his right collarbone

floppiest mop of sandy brown curls on his head 

wears glasses for reading (they are square)

after his 5th year summer he comes back taller than all the other boys

is at least 6′2 but I lean more towards 6′3, fight me

broad shoulders

over time his scrawniness turns into toned leanness (if that makes any sense)

like he still looks scrawny until you take a closer look and notice the subtle tone in his arms

b r o a d   s h o u l d e r s 

literally if you want a better description, read TTY ;)

green eyes that shift from lighter to darker depending on the lighting and seasons (darker in warmer months, lighter in the winter)

literally the palest thing ever 

perpetual darker circles under his eyes from lack of sleep (giving the appearance of dopey exhaustion, not being ill)

lush, pink lips that contrast greatly against his fair skin

chapped lips from September through April that he makes worse by constantly licking his lips

perfectly straight teeth on top (a few crooked ones on the bottom but nothing too major)

freckles. freckles. freckles. 

all over his cheeks and nose and down his arms and across his back. it is lovely.

prominent adam’s apple

slender, long face with defined jaw (only after 6th year)

legs for days (all of his pants are just a tad too short and it is so endearing because of his patterned socks)

defined cupid’s bow!!

size 13 shoe (US sizing)

Peter Pettigrew: 

slightly chubby

like a little bit thicker thighs and a tummy, someone who looks like they haven’t lost their baby fat yet

shortest of the gang, about 5′7 or 5′8

blonde hair, dark blue eyes that everyone say is the prettiest thing about him

a slightly olive complexion

burns like mad in the sun, can never get a tan

freckles all over his face

the most adorably pinch-able cheeks,

high cheekbones and round face, very soft features

long eyelashes, rivals any girl and everyone is mad jealous

cute button nose

thin lips

big ears that grows into fairly quickly (by the end of 2nd year) but is always self conscious about them

had an outie belly button until the age of like 4 and then it reduced to an innie

crooked teeth and never had braces, hated smiling too wide because of it

always had an innocent look about him, even when he was being a little creep 

has a sweet smile, regardless of the fact that he doesn’t like to do it

soft shoulders (like not broad or very square, if that makes any sense)

size 9.5 shoe (US sizing)

[tangerinewrites]

DAY 1: TANGERINE

11/1/2020

wc: 1750 words!

author’s note: so while i am posting this on tumblr on november 2nd at 12am, i FINISHED this at 11:50pm on november 1st and even updated nanowrimo about it. SO I AM STILL IN THE CLEAR!

In the year 2020, Litwak’s Arcade slowly thrives. Even if technology has slowly advanced to the point where few customers would come, the building still thrives in the evening, especially on weekends. Most of the games that had been around in the arcade since the year 2012 still remain, only a few being unplugged for new technology advancements and upgrades.

In the year 2018, a mother leaves her twenty year old daughter to pursue her passion in another world. Another place that, while still in Litwak’s Arcade wasn’t apart of the Arcade like she was used to. Since then, the child remains in her mother’s original arcade game to fulfill her destiny as the princess and president of that game. Gaining such responsibilities at the age of 20 feels like a lot, but she depends on her other family members to help her out every step of the way. And eventually, she was able to fit right in with the other characters of said game.

But she will not deny that sometimes, she misses her mother. In fact, tonight was the scheduled meeting in which she could meet with her mother today. After the arcade closes, she grabs her uncle and they on the next metro to The Internet. And from the subway of the Internet to the game Slaughter Race.

When they arrive at the location, the girl and her uncle greet the familiar faces that they have met for the first time two years ago. In fact, one of the people the girl greets warmly is a cool, intimidating woman. Her resting-bitch-face intimidates others but the moment she looks at the girl, that all melts away with a warm smile back.

“Tangerine, it’s been a while!” the older woman says with a smile before she hugs the girl tightly.

“It’s been a month, aunt Shank,” Tangerine responds with a smile before she gives the other a tight hug in return.

As soon as they part, Shank looks up at her much bigger uncle. “Ralph, I see you’re doing fine as well.”

“You know it,” he answers with a smile and finger guns. “How’s Slaughter Race doing?”

“We’ve been well. Place is still a dump, as you can see,” she answers with a light laugh. “But we’ve been getting new racers and also new updates.” She looks down at the other girl. “Tanjy, how old are you now?”

“I’m 22, Shank. But Sugar Rush still needs me, so I’m going to give you another no,” she giggles.

“Damn,” Shank sighs. “At least I tried,” she shrugs. “You wanna see your mom, I assume?”

“You know how it is,” she nods and grins. “Where’s the former president?”

"Probably getting ready for the race she invited you to,” she answers with a smile. “Want me to lead you to the race track?”

“Absolutely,” the both of them said simultaneously.

“Tanjy, it’s so nice to see you!” Vanellope chirps as soon as she pulls back from a hug that Tangerine had given her as soon as she got her trophy and won. “How’s Sugar Rush doing without me? How’s Litwak?”

“I think the old geezer is doing fine,” Ralph responds for the younger. “Business has been slow, but it’s still gaining traction. There’s teenagers who want to have that.. retro feel, so they always come there to hang out with friends or take photoshoots.”

“The picture look fire though,” Tangerine adds. She then proceeds to explain how her homeland is doing. “And Sugar Rush is fine. I’m definitely being a better president than I was two years ago. But everyone still thinks it’s… weird that you’re not there anymore. So there are still comments about them comparing me to you. ”

“Aw…” she pouts, rubbing her daughter’s hand comfortingly. “Well, I’m glad it’s at least getting a little bit easier for you. You know that if Litwak’s ever closes, you’re free to join us here. And you can tell that to the other racers as well!”

“Do you think I can bring the whole Fix-It Felix gang to BuzzzTube?” Ralph asks excitedly.

“Of course!” Vanellope squeals.

“After what happened last time?” Shank asks with a raised eyebrow. “You might want to talk to Yesss about that again.”

Ralph sighs before he nods his head. “You’re right. I hate that you are.”

The four of them laugh together after his response. Once the laughter dies down, Vanellope speaks up. “Shank, do you mind I leave the game for a bit to do the honors of bringing Ralph and Tanjy back out? Unless you guys want to do something else in the game… or the internet.”

“Don’t really wanna go anywhere else for now,” Ralph answers. “Maybe I’ll ask Yesss about that Buzzztube deal next time.”

“I really just came to visit you,” Tangerine shrugs.

The three of them look at Shank for a second. Shank nods. “Yeah. You can leave. You know I don’t mind.”

“Awesome!” the smaller chirps before glitching forward to be ahead of the two. “Alright, fellas! Let me personally escort you on your way back to the arcade.”

Ralph smirks. “Why thank you, madame Doodie Pants.”

“My pleasure, Poopyhea-”

“Can you both please not do this right now?” Tangerine groans, earning laughter from the both of them as they go on their way out.

As they wait for the metro back to the arcade, Vanellope and Tangerine go the women’s bathroom to take care of their business and also chit-chat. Whilst the wait in the long line, Tangerine asks a question to the other.

“Were you able to see anyone who had a name that could imply it was them?”

Vanellope sighs in response to her daughter. She should’ve expected this question. After all she gets asked about it every time her daughter comes to visit her. “No, Tanjy. I couldn’t find any username or gamer who looked at all like the friends you talked about from Elias.” She looks at the other. “Sweetie, it’s been four years since you graduated from that school. How do you still remember them?”

“Because they’re important to me, mama,” she answers with a frown. “Elias Academy was like a dream. It was the four best years of my life.” She pauses and shakes her head. “I sound like someone who peaked during high school, but I know I got amazing news after I was appointed to be the next president. But the school was still such a magical experience for me. And I don’t know if I’ll ever meet such unique friends like that again.”

“Aw, honey,” she looks at her daughter with concern. “You know I can’t get mad at you for feeling that way. Especially since I felt that way too, as well. The only difference is… well… I stayed in that magical place of mine.”

“Thanks for rubbing it in,” Tangerine answers with an obviously forced smile, giving her mother a thumbs up. It only makes her mom shake her head in response before the both of them move up as the line gets shorter.

“You know I didn’t mean it that way,” she answers with a sigh. “I just wanted to remind you that I know how you feel. A lot of people know how you feel. I bet even your friends know how you felt at one point, Tangerine.”

Her daughter sighs and nods. “I know, mama. I’m sorry for being rude to you. I guess I was just… hoping for something. Because they’re more likely to visit you than me.”

“You don’t know that for sure!” she says with a smile. “You told a few of your friends there about Sugar Rush, didn’t you? And about Litwak’s?”

“But I didn’t tell them where Litwak’s was,” she clarifies, feeling hopeless once again. “I don’t think it’s possible to ever see them again at this point. Especially after we all graduated.”

“Chin up, baby,” the mother says before reaching over to poke at the corners of the other’s lips, dragging them up so that she could smile. “I know that you will be able to see them one day. Have faith in them! I’m sure at least one familiar face will appear before you know it.”

“I think you’re too optimistic,” she answers with a laugh.

“You need that as a leader! Improve on that!”

“I wiiiiillll,” her daughter groans playfully. And despite the fact that they are drawing attention to themselves in front of the bathroom’s entrance, they laughed loudly afterwards. “Ah- but mom. I have a favor to ask of you.”

Vanellope tilts her head, putting her fingers down. “What is it?”

“Well… since I got to see you race today, do you think you can be able to come visit me for the day and see me race at Sugar Rush? It could be like a friendly reunion with everyone as well as you seeing how I am as an official racer for the game and a president.”

The woman gasps before she grins from ear to ear, nodding furiously at her answer. “Of course! Anything for you, my baby!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Tangerine cheers.

Tangerine has her final race for the day before Litwak has to close his arcade in thirty minutes. The same things happen on weekends for her. She gets chosen by either the game’s program or by a new gamer (who is usually a young child) to race with her car. Thankfully, her mother had more praises to give her than criticism. And though it’s a shame that her mother’s game had to be put on a long server update to make up for her absence, she was still able to see her daughter race and meet up with her old friends.

Tangerine prepares herself to be pulled up on the character loading screen, looking as hyped as she usually is. However, when the screen finally loads for the characters on the gamers, she looks out to see someone and gasps at the familiar sight. And it looks like the moment this boy saw her, he clicked on her automatically with a bright smile.

When the NAME? popup opens for him, she watches him as he types in the name that he had introduced to her on that very day they met. And she feels joy to see a familiar face from Elias appear in front of her like this. He came back to visit her. She is still important to someone out there.

And that someone was EZRA.

[atlroleplay-blog]

—DAKOTA AREN.

age: twenty seven

occupation: bodyguard

sexuality: heterosexual

gender: male

neighborhood: downtown

length of time in atlanta: six years

faceclaim: nico tortorella

—BIOGRAPHY.

trigger warnings: – death of a sibling, death of a parent, drugs

Mud covered boots, grass stained jeans, and laughter bubbling out of his chest as his mother hollered from that porch that dinner was ready. That was the childhood Dakota remembered on his family’s little farm in the heart of Blue Ridge, Georgia. Population: 1,300 citizens. Soiled youth, and mosquito bites. Growing up beneath the orders of a high strung, physically impaired army vet for a father, and a lovingly timid home-school teacher for a mother, Dakota and his older brother Michael, were no strangers to limitations. The family farm was one in need of much up keep, and while other kids were out playing at the park, most days the boys found themselves holding onto their imaginations to get through the scolding hot days in the field. The summers were their favorite, the heat being followed by rainstorms. And they jumped and skipped in puddles on days that the work had been long and their bodies were aching sore. Told themselves that the warm meal their mother had waiting for them at home would make the entire day worth it. And for many years it did. The boys were oddly comfortable with their balance of a father who only seemed to yell, and a mother whose warmth and love welcomed them home at the end of each day. And neither of them said a word when they saw their father knocking back beers as though it were his day job. 

However, as the years went on the house grew more timid. The boys age and the father’s bittiness beginning to cause more of an issue at the dinner table. While Dakota was more prone to spit out the dark truth of their father’s addiction, and slow destruction of the families lives, Michael sat in silence, picking at his food and trying to remain peaceful. The boys were now growing to be young men, teenagers with lanky limbs, and growing height. But the most that had changed was their understanding of how messed up everything was. And it was becoming very clear that they were very different. Their love for each other was the same, but their approach to their lives and how to handle their problems was entirely different. Dakota threw fits and slammed doors, Micheal put in headphones and tossed a football in the air, catching as it fell. Their mother often sat quiet in her bedroom closet, doing her best to muffle her tears. And each day their father’s liver grew weaker. So when the ambulance arrived, and their father was taken away in a black bag, Dakota hardly blinked. He could hear his mother screaming, and he could hear his brother crying–but he stood still. Eyes not removing themselves from the lights as they faded down the street. But liver failure was a thieve in the night, and everyone knew who was to blame for the arrival of death.

With the savings drained out from their father’s addiction, Dakota’s mother (with the help of his uncles), sold their family farm, and the beautifully twisted memories that came with them, and moved to a small townhouse in Savannah, Georgia. Upon this time it became clear that Dakota’s mother would have to maintain a real job, resulting in the boy’s having to attend public High School. Dakota was disgruntled by the idea. He was foreign to the idea of sharing the classroom with anyone other than his brother, and what did he know about being a city kid? Micheal, however, was enthralled by it. Eyes glinting as they passed the buildings lit up with city lights on the way to their new home. If only they knew how much it would change them. While Michael excelled in school, trying out for the football team and making varsity as a sophomore, Dakota fell behind in his classes, often time skipping to go sit in the his school’s HSTV room. Michael stuck to dates with prestigious girls, and Dakota–Dakota found himself locking eyes with a girl with a light brown pixie cut and a nose ring, smoking pot beneath the football field bleachers. Instantly their paths split in opposite ways. The core of their bond cracking and twisting until it shattered between them. Dakota blossoming into the southern boy with rough edges, and Michael being known as a parent’s wet dream. They shared the same blood, but their brother hood felt like a distant memory. Fading quicker with age.

When it was time for their senior year, the boys were welcomed with not one, but two surprises. Their mother’s most recent engagement to her—incredibly rich—boss, and boyfriend of 3 years…but the announcement that their family was moving to a new house, much bigger, and closer to the upper-side of Savannah. It was a shock to them both, but like most things, they handled their reactions quite differently. Dakota, as per usual, acting out. Michael, quietly leaving the house to go confide in his girlfriend. This move was harder on them than the last. And for a moment, the boys found the irony in the fact that they had finally agreed on something again. But their mother’s sudden knowledge of the boys’ unhappiness caused her to adjust her plans. She would marry–Martin—and they would move to a bigger home–but they would not move from their school district. The boys would finish out their senior years in the same school they’d grown in. This reveal was briefly celebrated by the boys,–they even laughed with each other, feeling open to the idea of a fresh start. It didn’t last. Senior year brought the same old habits. Once again, Michael went his way, and Dakota went his. Upon graduation, the boys stood silent beside each other, their tassels dangling in their eyes. And Micheal looked at Dakota, and Dakota looked at Michael, and for a moment they were just those two boys playing in the mud back in Blue Ridge, laughing. That too ended, and as they walked across the stage and into the arms of different friends, they knew their journey together was over.

College turned out to be Dakota’s greatest escape. It was by a shitty shot of luck, but he’d some how landed himself a place in Georgia Southern University. Michael, of course, got into the University of Georgia on a football scholarship but, Dakota was damn well happy with his choice of expensive school as well. His mother and step-father of course wouldn’t shut up about Michael to their haughty friends, but Michael would make up for that by happily butting in to remind everyone that he was going to one of the top-ranked party schools in the State. The shocked looks were his favorite part. Dakota carried those memories and faces with him as he drove his way to his home for the next four years. And he loved it. Unlike his previous school years, Dakota quickly became popular. Partially, because he sold weed to half of the upperclassman, but also due to his carefree personality. Dakota was like an animal let out of the cage. He could be himself, as fucked up as he was, and nobody was going to give him shit for it. The newfound freedom and companionship was what helped him to keep up with his school work. He loved his new life, and he wasn’t going to lose it on the means of failing grades. So he worked hard during the day, and partied at night, and found a girl to share the bed with as the moon grew full and low. And hardly went home. Sure, he’d attend the rare Christmas or Thanksgiving. But for the most part Dakota tended to stay near campus, whether by work or crashing on friends couches. Anything was better than returning home to be thrown in his brother’s shadow.

Four years flew by, and with the anxiety of graduation and having to leave his solitude, Dakota rushed to his roommate with the proposition of getting their own place after they graduated. His roommate was up to the idea, with one request—they get a place in his hometown—Atlanta, Georgia. Desperate to keep living his life on his own terms, Dakota agreed. And together, for the 3 last three weeks of school, the boys searched for their perfect place, prepared to announce their decision to move upon Graduation Day. Two days before they were set to throw their caps in the air, Dakota found the perfect place online in Downtown, Atlanta. And two days later, he was excited to announce his newest embarkment to his mother and step-dad over family dinner. But like most things in his life, he found his news to be tossed in the shadows, at the announcement of his brother’s engagement to his long-time girlfriend, and high school sweet heart. Dakota did what any courteous family member who was deciding to jump the nest was supposed to do–he smiled, congratulated, and expressed his happiness for the two. And then, when the dinner was long over and everyone in the house was asleep, he packed his bags and fled the home in the night, hopping into his roommates car, and watched the dirt fly behind the car as it sped off to Atlanta, Georgia.

Distance only continued to prove it’s ability to heal. The 6 years that followed Dakota’s fleeing were quiet, but whole. His mother stopped calling after the first year. His step-father left a message here and there after that. But his brother. His brother wrote him every month, for every year. Some telling of adventures that Michael wished Dakota was there for, and others, depicting the nightmares that made Michael thankful that he wasn’t. And each month, Dakota reluctantly responded. Telling him of his own struggles and bits of sunshine. His letters were much shorter, and reserved. But they were there. Because Michael’s were. Over time, something began to rebuild between them. A brotherhood long forgotten. And on the 2nd year, when Michael announced that his fiancé was expecting a child and he wanted Dakota to be there for that adventure, Dakota felt obligated to finally return home. He packed a bag and returned to Savannah, something he never thought he’d do again. A babies cry was the first thing he heard when he strolled into the hospital with nothing but his knapsack, and it fell to the ground as he rounded the corner and saw his older brother holding his niece. It was a reunion nobody saw coming. Nobody beside the two boys who walked towards each other, and embraced one another. His parents, although hesitant, soon embraced him too—welcoming him home.

From that point on things seemed as though they would finally get better. The baby girl, Adelaide–or “Addie”—as Dakota preferred, turned out to be the glue the family needed. Dakota still resided in Atlanta, but he visited home frequently. Making the 2 hour drive whenever he could to check in on his sister-in-law and Addie whenever his brother was sent back on tour. He did his best to make at least 2 Sunday dinners in the month. But even with this improvement, his parent’s still didn’t agree with his carefree lifestyle. Drugs, booze, parties, and random girls were known to be apart of his daily activities as a bartender at The Parole Office in Downtown, Atlanta. However, there wasn’t much Dakota cared to do about his parent’s lack of approval. His life was his life, and after all, he was only 25, he had a couple more years before he had to be anything close to his parent’s ideals. Things were better than they once were, and as far as Dakota was concerned that was the most anyone could ask for. And although his parents remained unhappy, they too would remain content with the middle ground they all currently stood on. It beat whatever they’d previously had to deal with.

Dakota remembers the last good day. It was Addie’s 4th birthday, and his brother by chance had been able to make it home. They’d all stood around as she blew out her candles, and Michael and Dakota held her on their shoulders as she was the princess of the party. But near the end of the festivities it began to rain, and the boys rushed everyone inside as they hurried back out to get the rest of the food and chairs. Their boots got covered in mud and their jeans found grass stains on them, and laughter bubbled through their chests. Just like old times. And they clapped each other on the back as they held each other up to get back inside. They’d come a long way, and it was only going up from there…Or so they thought. One week after Addie’s 4th birthday, on the way to dropping Michael off at his base, he and his wife were killed in a head on collision. Dakota’s parents had been watching Addie at the time. Dakota was tending the bar. He got the call at 3:30am. From the night club he drove the two hours to Savannah, skidding to a stop in his parents driveway and running up the stairs–not stopping until he found himself jolting to a halt in front of Addie, crying and red-faced. 

The world grew dark that day under harsh thunderstorm, and Dakota believed that the sky was crying too. And when it was informed upon the reading of the will that Michael and his wife wished to leave Addie with Dakota should anything happen to them, the walls in the house collapsed. His mother stood appalled, and his step-father stood shaking his head, and everyone began yelling in the small wood patented room. For once Dakota sat silent, drowning out the noise with the sound of his heart breaking. And when it got to be too much he stormed out, telling them they could have Addie if they wanted. Hell, what did he know about raising a kid? He loved Addie, but it was all too much and he couldn’t handle it. He just couldn’t. But after days of contemplation, and growing guilt inside his heart at not completing his brother’s final request, he decided he would. And with his heart pounding in his chest and the signed papers from the court, he walked straight into his parent’s house, picked up Addie, did his best to ignore the parental glares, and walked out.

A year later things have yet to settle between Dakota and his parents. Now 5, Addie has grown accustomed to life with Dakota in Atlanta, their bond growing stronger as the days pass on. She keeps him sane, and he keeps the memory of her parents alive. But still, Dakota’s parents insist to open a case with the Family Courts. They don’t see Dakota as fit to raise Addie, and for the first time the arguments over the phone have gained a lawyer. Desperate not to lose Addie, and to buy himself more time to prove to his parents that he is capable of raising her, Dakota quit his job at The Parole Office and got himself a job working as a security guard for Scarlett Lacroix, an uprising actress whose pay might just get him out of the mess his parents have put him in. Upon his interview, he’d been wary of the job, afraid that perhaps being apart of a starlet’s world was not the best choice for his case. But upon noting the pay and hearing of the actress’ recent loss, he sympathized, and figured it was as good as a gig as any. Now he’s just focusing on getting he and Addie into a better home. He’s moved them into a nicer condo in Downtown with the help of his first check from Ms. Lacroix, but he still has a long way to go before he can make Addie and his brother proud. 

—PERSONALITY TRAITS.

loyal, amiable, diligent

stoic, destructive, impulsive

—HEADCANONS.

Dakota comes from a bartending background, as well as sold drugs in the past and in addition has always been the rowdier of the two Aren brothers. Therefore, you can always expect him to be the life of the party. He has toned down a lot since the addition of Addie to his responsibilities, but he still will be the one to offer you a couple of good laughs, and even better drinks if ever at an event/social gathering. Just before he landed the security job, he was still selling pot on the side to make ends meet. He never did it around Addie, typically selling in the back alley of The Parole Office during his lunch breaks, and kept his stash hidden in an old safe in the break room of the nightclub.  

Dakota has lived in Blue Ridge (0-13yrs), Savannah (13-18yrs), Statesboro(18-21yrs), and Atlanta (21-27yrs) Georgia throughout his lifetime. Therefore, he knows a lot of people from a lot of different areas. Savannah, Statesboro, and Atlanta are where he probably would have had more solidified relationships that he would still have in his late 20s due to him being much older when he resided in those areas. 

Dakota works out frequently, and could very easily take someone down if need be. Also due to his born bred Southern Background, and both his brother and birth father’s involvement with the army, he’s very educated on guns. At the gun range he’s known to be a very good shot. Which is why he figured security would more than likely be a successful job for him to take on.