#what do i even tag fortnite art as

[interoteme]

do any of you fw fortnite

[mitunatuna]

intro:

I'm cj or tunatuna,, or mitunatuna :3 or Tim,, or bastard, or whatever you might wish to call me as long as it isn't like uhhmmhm bad or soemthign,, 😭

ME WHEN I UHMMMM

ALSO ME WHEN I UHM!!! thith ith altho me

And me AGAIN!!!!

OH BTW LMAO I MIGHT SAY I'M A CERTAIN CHARACTER.. AND I MIGHT SAY MY NAME IS THAT CERTAIN CHARACTERS NAME.. BUT I'M NOT AN IRL KINNIE..? FICTIONKIN? IS THAT WHAT IT'S CALLED? UHH I THINK I'M NOT.. SHRUGS...

SOUR WATER MELON RAISINS ENTHUSIST.

Simple dni such as genuine homophobes, sexists, and racists..

Dni if you're a gore watcher

Proshipper

Kiddie fiddler

A groomer

And please don't vent under my posts.. :(

If you need to vent go somewhere else..

Or if you support any of those

Or if you are above the age of 30.

I am a minor

I have ADHD (diagnosed)

Aaaanndd I've been told by a few people I might be autistic (including my mom) but I kinda doubt that honestly but I don't know

Free palestine 🇵🇸

Weird nerd losers I ❤ you

My art tag is: #19 dollar fortnite card

AND My STORY TIME TAG : #BASTARD STORYTIME!!

Hell park fan

Color quest fan

Wire fan in general (they got too much awesome work for me to name,, LOVE YOU WIRE!! YOU ROCK!!)

South park fan

NEW HOMESTUCKIE!!!!!

I do song reccomendation of the day so heres the tag for that: song rec otd (lowkey forget all the time) no song otd = busy/forgot/weekend

Also song otd is Mon-fri

I know nobody gives a flying fuck but whatever man

DO NOT ASK ME FOR MONEY. I DON'T HAVE ANY.

I don't tolerate racial slurs.. AT ALL.

Some slurs I can tolerate like the f slur I guess (ONLY IF YOU'RE GAY YOU CAN SAY IT IG)

If you come here to be a dick expect me to just block you

If you make fun of the way I type then you're a little bitch how about that

FUCK YOU HOES!!

If you have any old art from wire PLEASE... PLEASE DM IT TO ME OR SEND IT IN AN ASK OH MY GOD

2010 2012 color quest art,, whenever I find some it feels like I found diamonds in Minecraft and then I uhh EXPLODE!!

I honestly dgaf what pronouns you use on me. People use she or he mostly but I usually go by he.. And sometimes pronouns can get a little SILLLY!! okay let's be real here,, Sure, it's annoying AND IT SUCKS when someone misgenders you on accident but dude no need to freak out and hate them forever and then go blasting them on social media,,, if it is an accident it's an accident. (If it's on purpose that's a whole other story.. And don't even get me started about forcing others to refer to you with your neopronouns.. Have them all you want and have fun but sorry I ain't referring to you in convos as "oh yeah, and aliencatself said so and so!" Don't cancel me please 🙁😓)

Also uhhhh

Fuck gender norms

Fuck conformity

Fuck those stupid tiktok insecurities that pop up every week

And fuck you Jimmy urine from msi

MSI has fucking awesome music but I HATTTTEEEEEEE YOU JIMMY. THAT'S WHY YOUR LAST NAME IS PISS.

Ps, this is my son btw if you didnt know 🙁🥺

He's very sillay isn't he

He's MY son. NOT YOURS!!!!!!

[salvatoraes]

name : mirissa. nickname / s: rissa, riss to people closer to me ! height : 5"2. nationality : american. favourite fruit : strawberries !!!! 🍓 favourite season : summer !!! but fall too. favourite scents : campfire smell, lavender, lemon grass, fresh linens, cinnamon ... some more i can't think of. favourite animals : foxes, tigers, sharks, dogs. tea, coffee, hot cocoa :  iced coffee <333 average hours of sleep : usually like 8 - 9, sometimes way less when my brain won't shut off lmao. when my blog was created : this one is only a couple months old but i've had stefan since 2017 or 2018 perhaps ? # of followers : 350+ & i love all of you so much <3 random fact :  i was supposed to be born on halloween but i came early, coulda been a witch for real </3 favourite food : mashed potatoes, anything chocolate, pasta, steak, ice cream ... favourite t.v. shows : friends, tvd ( sometimes ) , gilmore girls, degrassi, chilling adventures of sabrina, bob's burgers, how i met your mother, buffy the vampire slayer, superstore, new girl ... god i have so many & this isn't even it ?? favourite movie :  titanic is my all time favorite but scream & nightmare before christmas are close behind. sexuality :  a proud bi - sexual heh. pronouns : she + her. favourite book series : ooo probably acotar or the hunger games ! favourite video game / s :  fortnite, mario odyssey, dreamlight valley ( really need to get back on omg ) & sometimes the sims. favourite subject :  in high school it was my digital media classes & college it was photoshop & my art ones. guys or girls :  both ! last time I cried :  a week or so ago i sobbed watching a movie lmao what I should be doing :  writing lol heh ... favourite fandoms :  i don't think i have any ???

tagged : nobody, i stole it from an old blog lol. tagging : @kwsatz , @forbaes , @klaeus , @neptunc , @nuks , @snnynatural , @wiredsmile , @chth0nia , @malka-lisitsa , @milleroptimism , @saralans & you, tag me !

[thedinanshiral]

After the reveal

Cinematic trailer and gameplay reveal already out of the way, now we wait. What's a few months after ten long, painful years? Sure, i can wait some more, and now i'll do it more gladly than ever.

There's not much i could add to what everyone is talking about, so this will be a post of personal impressions.

Cinematic trailer: while i admit i was not liking it much at first, and yes i did compare it to Fortnite, i immediately went to watch DAI's cinematic trailer because i remembered it looked kinda funny too. And then i remembered DAO's awful, truly awful trailers and i felt my worries washed away by the waves of "It'll be ok" Beach. Cinematic trailers should be taken as what they are, a basic look into the game, not its final version -unless it's stated as such in the trailer itself-. I saw people not liking the characters' presentation cards but i think they were ok, as we have new factions and all. That's all it was, a quick look at new companions and locations. But as always some people went rabid over it like an undertaker eager to put six-feet worth of dirt on your face. As they've been doing for the past decade and even before that, for which i have a Zero Tolerance Policy. As for the music, while i do like Bowie i'm not a fan of that version of Heroes, and in my heart nothing beats DAI's Into the darkness as a trailer song but after the dust settled that's really my only real complaint.

Gameplay reveal: I'm glad it put most people at ease. I'm sad Varric couldn't succeed in convincing his old friend and that in the moment Solas decided destroying Bianca was the way to make him stop trying for good, that he was cruel intentionally to that end. I'm not sure how combat will feel like but i'll get used to it. I'm certainly not a fan of having to pause every two frames and i did enjoy combat in Mass Effect Andromeda so having only two companions tag along isn't exactly a new thing either. I'm a bit confused about the commands wheel screen, and how it works exactly. Location and ambience-wise i loved it all, i know they had to cut it short for the video but i hope we get a bit more freedom to explore the area. It's one thing to cut the scale down from The Hinterlands but i'd hate it for these new locales to feel like a shoebox. I'm curious to see if the tone indicators in the dialogue wheel will be like in DAI or more like in DA2, and i hope it's the latter because i need a Purple protagonist in my life again.

I rather wait until we know more, ideally until i get to play it myself, before i start weaving words about what was peaking through the rip in the Veil, about the ritual and all that sweet, sweet lore intoxication i'm gonna be getting.

What's coming: BW were kind enough to give us a bit of a schedule

Now armed with past experiences and my intuition, i'd like to explore possibilities. I've always thought the release date should be in November. It marks the 10th anniversary of Dragon Age Inquisition, and the 15th annoversary of Dragon Age Origins. On top of that, it's the year of the Dragon, and November is close enough to the holidays to bank on that as well. So i'm considering the possibility that after June 18th they give us a some days to process everything so far, and there's also the character creator reveal as well. And then by July i think they could start showing us a bit more with character trailers. With seven companions plus Rook i'd say one trailer per week is enough to make it to mid September. I Imagine a basic presentation of Rook in some of their variants, to reintroduce those origins people missed so much, the new factions, etc, could take over July and then the companions over August and September. Maybe we could get more official art or short stories sprinkled here and there too. After that i'd say a pre-order and release date would be great, giving everyone a month or so to get ready for a glorious November release right on time for my birthday.

Anyway that's all in my head, for now we have nothing beyond June 18th. I'm mostly waiting for a pre-order, of course a release date, and whether or not there'll be a Collector's edition or anythin like it so i can work my magic to get one.

[unsettlingcreature]

here's my thoughts on the veilguard reveal trailer. I would say there's a mix of good and bad for me, but I've tagged it as critical just in case. all the bad stuff is grouped together at the top :)

I wonder if they went with a more cartoony style because of Absolution…? I'm not against a style change, but I think it's too cartoonish, I can definitely see the Fortnite/Overwatch comparisons people are making. Taash especially suffers from this WHICH SUCKS BC I LOVE QUNARI

I'm not reaaaally going to comment on the hammy Marvel-esque dialogue because this was mostly just revealing the characters. I'm more upset they labelled Emmrich as the necromancer and not the mortalitasi. Probably aiming for a wider audience 😔

Overall, the tone just feels off. If you put this next to Origins and DA2, you'd barely be able to recognise it as Dragon Age. Is this an end to its dark fantasy roots? Sad if true. We already saw the beginnings of the shift in DA:I but this is… much further :(

OK I'M DONE DWELLING ON THE THINGS I DON'T LIKE, ONTO THE THINGS I DO

Varric looks SO good, you can really tell whoever modelled him put a lot of care into it even if I personally think Mr Tethras needs to go back on the shelf 🙄 very excited to see more Harding, if they deny us a proper romance with her then I will be rioting!

I want Lucanis to do unspeakable things to me. I don't think I need to elaborate. I want to give Davrin smooches, I think he genuinely looks the best (visually) out of all the Companions. He looks SO good 🥰 Bioware, they both better be on the list of romanceable characters!

I loved the small glimpses we got of Tevinter in Neve and Lucanis' intros (assuming I'm right, those lanterns look a lot like some of the earlier concepts for Tevinter, especially Neve's)

(OURRRRRRRRRGH I WANT TO SEE MORE OF TEVINTER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

The elven ruins look brilliant, regardless of what I think about the art direction a la the characters, the environments look amazing. Ain't no way my current PC is going to run this game LMAO, I'll definitely need to upgrade before DA:tV releases.

Also baby griffin:) very cute and the dragon looks AWESOME, I definitely think they've improved on them consistently with each game. I can't wait to fight with or against that big ol' beast.

I think that the trailer wasn't a total miss for me but it definitely wasn't a complete hit either. I'll be holding off on making any proper judgements until we get the gameplay teaser + more trailers in general.

[lesbiansforboromir]

if you like catboy smaug you may interested in smaug from the animated hobbit (1977)!

Got this ask ages ago when I first reblogged that excellent smaug art and tagged it with #sudden idea of dragons also having catboy subcultures #smaug WOULD be a cat eboy but I think anon misunderstood me, I've seen all the animated hobbit films and know of Smaug looking like a cat (and honestly I don't particularly like the design even if I admire it for it's uniqueness,) but my point was Smaug as literally a cat eboy, like he streams from his pile of gold and does dragon nya speak whilst playing fortnite and all the lady dragons are obsessed with him and he drives all the other hypermasculine jock dragons into a firey frenzy of unexamined hatred and they claim this is what feminism is doing to dragon society. Ancalagon used to call him a f*ggot and Glaurung kicked him out of Angband which is why he survived the destruction of Beleriand but he's fully a straight dragon he just wears cat ears "I know the smewl (and taste) of dwawf-nya, nyo one better." etc etc

[veil-jumprope]

I don't think i've ever blocked so many people in my life

but now i can venture into the DA tag and not get bombarded by people who weren't even going to buy this game in the first place??

i'll see the fucking coldest takes reguitated from reddit by someone with no dragon age on their page and i'm like ??? what skin do you have in this game??

anyways, i'm a little confused on the "fortnite" take. tbh, i've never played fortnite so i looked up graphics and it doesn't look like it at all. i think borderlands was a closer comparison, just with borderlands being more extreme. and borderlands looks rad as fuck so again, i'm down for the art style change. stylized will ALWAYS look better, especially over time.

[blankfairy]

thank you sm for the tag @thenn!! this was really fun!

1. How many works do you have on ao3 (or masterlist)? twelve total published!! but a hell of a lot more rotting in my google drive and three-ring binders haha

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 23,456 including my fics from my nsfw account. (i can't believe it's all sequential??)

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently, resident evil and house of the dragon. in the past i've written for overwatch, fortnite, and warrior cats. i'd love to do some silent hill stuff, too!

4. Top five fics by kudos in his nature (nsfw) — 265 kudos afterglow (nsfw) — 212 kudos thunderclan's smallest warrior — 74 kudos a taste of home — 47 kudos i'd be lying if i said i wasn't wishing for an untimely death or demise — 45 kudos two of these are warrior cats fics from YEARS ago too :sob:

5. Do you respond to comments? ofc!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? all my fics are one-shots,, but.... published... this is how a girl becomes holy? and then my two wip longfics, folie a deux and all things devour are bound to have unhappy endings.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? afterglow probably?? just because it's just two dudes having fun. being silly. i generally quite enjoy angst, so...

8. Do you get hate on fics? luckily not! but i don't post a lot, either. i did get banned from a discord roleplay server once because of a fic i wrote tho lol

9. Do you write smut? yup!! i have an ao3 account specifically for it.

10. Craziest crossover? house of the dragon and resident evil, maybe? it's not 'legally' a crossover but i'm just asoiaf-ifying the umbrella corporation and the weskers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? no, but i did have someone steal some ocs back on quotev, years ago.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur ...

14. All time favorite ship? canon/canon or oc/canon? let's see,, c/c, serrenedy (leon s. kennedy x luis serra). i mean, with a ship name like that, who can resist? i'd say willsker (william birkin x albert wesker) but. um. i've got other uses for william birkin. i also love weskennedy (albert wesker x leon s. kennedy) for. other reasons. oc/canon, i'm definitely biased but finn x will LMAOO not that they're good together or all that compatible but they're both awful and should never date anyone ever except for each other. exception being that time finn married larys strong in asoiaf and they were also perfectly awful for each other.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? not saying, crossing my fingers, doubting its completion will only bring that to fruition!!

16. What are your writing strengths? my partner tells me he likes my dialogue and that it feels realistic, and i like to think that i'm good with descriptions, setting scenes, etc. there's a particular action scene in my resident evil longfic that i'm very proud of, and lots of visceral descriptions of gore that i think are done really well!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i'm not sure,, i definitely procrastinate a lot, and i'm really bad at taking criticism. trying to do better but i'm just so sensitive akjbsdkjbfksdj

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? i mean, sure!! i'm a little iffy sometimes because translators can be whacky, but i'll either around, check reddit, etc. little phrases i don't mind. usually i just put the phrase in italics and mention them saying it in said language.

19. First fandom you wrote in? it was either warrior cats or supernatural! i think it was maybe even a supernatural/elder scrolls crossover? i remember toiling away in my digital art class, writing in the tiniest text i could because i was embarrassed haha

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? of the ones published? woof. um. i honestly have no idea. that's like picking a favorite child lol.

tagging: anyone who wants to do it!! i get embarrassed tagging people :sob: i don't want to be annoying

[jspookywolf]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Okay so I was scrolling down my dash and stumbled upon @cacodaemonia post so I’m going to take your kind offer and answer the questions <3 and as I’m not really tired (even though it’s 12 something am) LET’S DO THIS!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Technically— no? but my middle name is also my mum’s

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few months ago, I think? What I DO remember is that I cried, well no, not ACTUALLY cried— more like I shed some tears and it was because I read a fic that really hit home

3. Do you have kids?

No and no thanks, but does owning a bratty 6-month-old husky pup count as a similar experience to have one?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Pfff nooo, like— I’d neeeever (but funny thing is that I use sarcasm from time to time but when it comes from other person and they don’t use the sarcastic tone, there’s a good chance I could miss it)

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Uh good question— maybe the way they act?

6. Your eye colour?

Dark brown, almost black

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Hmm it doesn’t really matter, as long as it’s entertaining and has gotten a good hold of my attention

8. Any special talents?

I don’t think I have one??

9. Where were you born?

Guatemala City

10. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, reading, listening to music and playing video games (mostly Fortnite)

11. Have you had any pets?

Yes! Throughout my life I’ve had hamsters, turtles, guinea pigs, rabbits and obviously— dogs!

12. What sports do you play/have played?

When I was little I used to play football with my grandpa, I also went to swimming classes at the time and I really loved to play badminton when I was in school like literally it was the only PE semester I really looked forward

13. How tall are you?

I’m 1.60 :’v

14. Favourite subject in school?

For obvious reasons— art! And it’d be followed by English and science (biology)

15. Dream job?

To work as an illustrator/character designer in some good and renowned company or to be a famous and sought-after freelance artist

I also don’t have the 15 people to tag BUT I do have @veradragonjedi so I’m tagging you on this bestie <3

[spacefuneral]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

I was tagged by my good friend @iseeyoupan

1. Are you named after anyone?

My birth name is my mom's mom's name iirc, and my chosen name is partially inspired by Art Garfunkel, partially inspired by Artemy Burakh, etc

2. When was the last time you cried?

Today because life is difficult

3. Do you have kids?

I have my wee boy, Joj, and I help look after me nephew, Giles. I've been a father since twenty t'irteen.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I'm not sure. Probably. This isn't something I notice about myself.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I played soccer as a kid but the girls made me feel isolated and the coach was a jerk and I didn't know how to explain that to my parents so I elected to just let them call me lazy. Unrelated to my feelings, however; I hate sports, next question.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Gosh, I don't know. Eyes, I think? Not necessarily their eye color but the shape of them. Wait, no, it's hair. I know this because I often play the game of "cute lesbian or guy I'd hate to get trapped into a conversation with?" because I see their hair and there's hairstyles that just overlap with those two groups. But then eyes, and then immediately nose. I love a good sad eye, bumpy nose combo.

7. What’s your eye color?

Blue

8. Scary endings or happy endings?

scary...? scary ending? what does that mean? i want scary endings

9. Any special talents?

Be bisexual, eat hot chip, and lie. Bergs says that I'm good at drawing the vacancy in silly cats' eyes. I'd like to think I am a talented writer. I'm also very talented in finding ways to be maimed.

10. Where were you born?

Bangor, Maine

11. What are your hobbies?

Be bisexual, eat hot chip, and lie. I like to make art but I can't tell you the last fucking time I even did that. Other hobbies include: fortnite, drink cokey cola, take nap, cry, and donut (:

12. Do you have any pets?

I have my wee cat, Joj, and I help look after me roommate's cat, Giles. I've been a owner of cat since twenty t'irteen.

13. How tall are you?

5′11~"

14. Favorite subject in school?

english. i dont feel like explaining this one, im 28 and have a job

15. Dream job?

My dream job is to not have to worry about making enough money to live while making art.

I'm pretty positive I don't even have 15 mutuals, but I'll tag people who might like it! @i-say-spooky-you-say-scary @forsaken-castle-cainhurst @stromkarl @stupidpunk and anyone else who wants to do it, you can tag me (:

[your-neighbor-bear]

Name: bear! (But I'll answer to anything tbh)

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Age: 20 holy shitttttt

Pronouns: guess >:]

White boy 👉🐻(me)

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Flags:

In order: bear lesbian, genderqueer, aroace, TEXAS !!!!!!

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Find me on:

Flight Rising !!

Toyhouse

Bluesky

Playstation/fortnite/warframe: The_Melon_Prince

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Sideblogs:

Art blog: @melon-boys-art

Self Indulgent 🔞 blog: @bear-king-mad (its mostly just furry stuff)

Super Edgy and Evil blog: @godglitch

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Other Stuff:

If you want me to tag certain things (like triggers) just ask! Your comfort and wellbeing matters.

Sometimes I reblog suggestive/Lewd art. Be aware of this.

Original posts tagged #bear says things

Trigger tags: #horror #body horror #gore #nsfw #lewd

If you send me an ask asking for mutual aid/financial help it's more than likely going to get deleted. Sorry I guess.

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Do Not Follow under the cut :P

First off- don't even LOOK at my blog if you subscribe to respectability politics. You can be as loud, proud, cringe, and queer as you want here :3

u know. general dni shit- dont be racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist n all that

basically all exclusionists? who r u to further exclude ppl from society

Anti-endogenic and anti-self diagnoses in general pls get tf away from my blog

i'm a big supporter of psychopaths, sociopaths, and narcissists btw (and anyone who is low to no empathy)

what else. honestly, friends, family and potential enemies, just be respectful of others and their labels/orientations.

[rhosynviteri]

I posted 1,906 times in 2021

173 posts created (9%)

1733 posts reblogged (91%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 10.0 posts.

I added 1,306 tags in 2021

#books - 386 posts

#lol - 288 posts

#art - 118 posts

#acosf spoilers - 100 posts

#acosf - 90 posts

#photography - 77 posts

#nature - 69 posts

#kdrama - 64 posts

#shadow and bone - 59 posts

#nesta archeron - 55 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#it's the type of music i listen to when i'm imagining a character a looking at character b like they are the only person in ti cahe world

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Lanthys halted his retreat. And extended a broad, graceful hand. “You do not even know what you could do. Come. I shall show you.” He smiled again with those too-long teeth, turning his face from beauty to horror with a quirk of his lips. “Come with me, Queen of Queens, and we shall return what was once lost.”

It’s so satisfying when immortal beings talk about Nesta like that. 

137 notes • Posted 2021-02-21 10:34:20 GMT

#4

The GREEK gods (at least) should be played by GREEK actors. But, of course all y'all westerners know to do is steal and misinterpret other cultures (Mister Rick Riordan included), so I'm sure this won't happen.

139 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 06:54:59 GMT

#3

I need more books like Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente, but I don't mean necessarily in a plot, character or relationship way. I miss reading a book and feeling like I have a fever dream. I want a fever-dream type of book.

199 notes • Posted 2021-02-25 09:31:07 GMT

#2

No you don't understand. I cried over this bastard and now I have seen him do the fortnite dance or whatever that cursed thing was.

219 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 19:10:59 GMT

#1

Gwyn said hoarsely as they moved into the wilderness, the snow mercifully lightening, “You two came looking for me.”

“Of course we did,” Emerie said, interlacing her hand with Gwyn’s, then Nesta’s, and squeezing tightly. “It’s what sisters do.”

I'm ok

323 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 10:51:29 GMT

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[alittlefrenchtree]

What would a good pr look like for you? Or, are there any principles you would suggest? I'm genuinely asking out of curiosity, cause we see so many things done badly (in a movie related industry), that even someone inexperienced like me can notice it all. You don't have to answer this if you don't feel comfortable, of course. Have a nice day :)

Hi there! Thank you for asking and for being so kind while doing it. I don't mind talking about this at all, don't worry 😊

I'm going to try to not take too long to answer but I already know I'm going to fail so I apologize in advance 😉 (edit after writing it: it's enormous, i'm so sorry. Hopefully, it's interesting. I'm crossing fingers for it to be at least readable 🤞).

Disclamer before I even try to start: I'm not a pr person (why do I even bother opening my mouth then? Idk either). I've already said it before but I always like a little bit of context, so. I'm not a pr person but I've studied (for about 3 seconds) fields close to pr or even directly related to pr in college, worked more or less close to a pr department (for about 3 other seconds) and have now been working... for let's say the other side of one fence for at least a good 5 minutes. I'm not close to pr people but I can see some effects of what they're doing on a regular basis. It's not pretty clear but i'm just saying that even if I'm not a pr person, I've been evolving around the field for a while, and even more than that, I've been watching (too) many public people from up close for way too many years. That doesn't make me an expert obviously, but I think it makes me at least someone who knows where to look and how to look in most cases. Obviously I won't say too many stupid things.

Ok, that being said.

In theory, a good pr move is a pr move that: a) reach its targeted audience in the way that was planned b) improve or doesn't hurt the image of the person/brand and c) make the people/entity who give the person/brand money happy (or at least, isn't hurting the rich people/brand's values). Some pr are more specifically designed for one or two of these goals, the three being the perfect combo.

I've said it before but it's always a important reminder that just a pr move not being good for me doesn't mean it's not a good pr move at all. It's most likely mean that I'm not in the targeted audience.

About principles... Again, I'm not sure if I can give a straight answer but, it's what I like about public relations. For me, even if of course you can learn things in theory, the beauty of pr is to completely adapt to the client. Trying to transpose pre-existing patterns on different people or different brands is not doomed to fail but, still in my opinion, very limited. So the only important principles for me are, a) to know (and respect) the audience you want to talk to and b) to not twist too much the identity of your client (whether it's a person, a person that has become a brand, or a brand).

The b) yet, is still debatable. If your client (person/person-brand/brand) is either shy or boring or extremely detestable or all of the above, you can think the only way to make them catchy is to completely twist them. For me, it could have been a good idea until... a few years ago. Before social media, twisting a nature for public image purpose could work. Before social media, public entities and audiences weren't talking that much together, so it was doable. Say I was an asshole singer in the 80's. All my pr people had to do is to make sure I appear somehow lovable during the 5 weeks a year I was promoting something (while all I was doing is around 2 things on tv, 3 things on radio and 5 things on written press) and I could be an asshole the rest of the year and nobody would know nothing about. At worst, someone would have a bad experience with me, but that someone would just talk about it to their four friends and two parents and that's about it. Or it would be a vague rumor, but no one would care that much. Like many things today, social media has changed things. Many public person have social media accounts, which means twisting the nature of the client is... way more complicated and more likely doomed to fail at some point. Of course you can be a public entity and not have any form of social media presence. First, it's going to be rarer with time because in the majority of the cases, it's shooting yourself (or your activity) in the foot. But even more importantly, not having social media account for yourself doesn't prevent you from their effects, because everyone else around you has social media accounts. Say I'm still an asshole singer in... say a post-covid world because otherwise it's too complicated. I'm still doing that 5 weeks promo tour to present my new album but this time, my agent is documenting everything on their own social media accounts to promote their own selves and work (because unlike me, they're smart and know social media are part of the business). During that tour, the media I'll interact with will probably be more plenty than the ones I would have met in the 80s because there are way more media than before. Every one of them has their own media accounts, for which they're going to create social media content (of backstage,...). Even more, some media are only social media based and will propose mostly content based on my personality. Remember that one person who had a bad experience with me in the 80's but had mostly no consequence? Now that person can share this with their 135 followers on Twitter who all have a RT button or on a post on their Instagram account and tagged their story on my account (if I have one) or on every fan account or on my agent account or on my mom account or everywhere people go when they want to lurk/stalk content about me. And well, you know the Internet, if 100 people knows, everyone knows. Even outside of my 5 weeks promo, every person I meet can morph into a viral story on the Internet. Which let me circle back to what I was saying in the first place. In a time where the flow of content is almost non-stop and the (media) public place is almost everywhere, having a pr strategy based on something dramatically opposed to who you are is tricky and not really viable in a long term. Especially when, in my opinion, you can work with everything in pr. You can adjust certain things, choose to hide some other parts, highlight other without changing everything. If you're good enough, you can make the most boring person relatable to an audience and work from that. I think the easiest way to make pr works is to based it on something real. Even if you then make it ten times bigger for public purpose, starting from something real makes everything easier.

When I wrote the post earlier, about public relations being interesting, I was mostly referring to what I see happening on Twitch and with streamers lately (if you're not familiar with this universe yet, just imagine a youtuber who only is only making live content and who mostly live on paid subscriptions from viewers instead of advertisement). It's nothing revolutionary, but I do appreciate the predominant transparency I hear in some of them. Yet again, because of the nature of their activity, transparency with their audience is in itself a good pr move. When you've spent 9hours a day, 6days a week live streaming for an audience without any edit or filter, transparency is often required. But still, it was really refreshing to hear that guy, who is and has been considered as the number one streamer in France for many years having that kind of speech. He was explaining how this thing he did hadn't making him earn any money but was good for his image and how that other thing he did was for money and many others things like these. And you find out that thing that could be badly perceive by the audience (such as doing something for money when you are supposed to have a job of passion) isn't at all perceive as so when you're explaining it to the audience and why you're doing it, where the money goes next and what you're going to do with it, etc.

What I like about pr is that, the possibilities of creativity are endless. Especially now, with all the new (that aren't that new anymore) technologies and the internet and the social media and the fact that everybody with a smartphone or an internet access is reachable from anywhere in the world. When I see something as the Travis Scott event on Fortnite and I see that you can virtually gather together 28 millions of people from all over the world for a concert (especially during a global pandemic), it's like, fucking mind-blowing and absolutely genius in so many levels. When we talk about pr, I wish people would think about stuff like events like that instead of just a set up lie or something to mislead the audience or something. But it also comes from pr people and teams and from public people themselves to not see pr as a mean to an end (selling something to an audience, making some rich people happy, etc.) but as a science as much as an art, and an occasion to produce something interesting, exciting and to create emotions.

Have a nice day/everning/night as well, Nonny. Thank you for stopping by 💜

[basicallywhiterice]

Eight words: Han Jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, lowkey friends to lovers lmao, smidge of angst, fluff

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 8.5 k

Summary: Sure, one could tell someone they loved them with eight letters. But eight words convey deeper, more complex meanings.

a/n: Happy birthday, Han aka J. One aka Jisung! I wish you a smooth, unhurried transition into adulthood, as do all Stays. And dear reader, I present to you this fic about my bias… enjoy!

•••

One word.

Three words and eight letters can sum up my feelings towards Han Jisung, although they’re much more intense than what eight letters can contain.

“I hate you.”

Case in point: After a long day of lectures and labs, I’m ready to throttle him.

“Jisung.”

“Y/n,” he mocks, making his voice higher to imitate mine.

No, he’s not my friend. Of course not. I wouldn’t tell a friend: “I’ve been looking for you. Thanks for responding to my text messages asking where you were. I really appreciate it.” No, Jisung’s really more like a stuck up, annoying dumbass who happens to do well on every test he takes.

“Oh, I had my phone turned off. But you missed me that much?”

I puff my cheeks up and sigh. “You wish. Do you wanna review for the Bio exam together?”

“Biology?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“The one I’m really good at?”

“Debatable, but whatever floats your boat.”

“And let me get this straight,” he says, trying—and failing—to suppress a smile. “You need my help to study for it? My help? The help of me, Han Jisung? J. One? The one for you?”

“I don’t need your fucking help-” I bite back a few colorful words when I see his barely-hidden smile expand into a smirk and he shakes his head, almost disapprovingly. “Sort of, yes.” I muster the fakest smile I can display without cringing, tilting my head for added sarcasm.

“No.”

“Why not?” I sigh, having expected this to happen.

“What’s the fun in that, darling?”

Heat creeps into my cheeks as I fume over his disgusting pet name. “Han Jisung, I’m gonna strangle you in your sleep-”

“While that sounds tempting, and I had no idea you were into that, you’re not giving me any other reasons to help you, darling.” He leans back, resting his head against his pretty soft interlaced fingers, fixing me with The Look™ that lets me know he’s messing with me and thoroughly enjoying every second of it.

“We’ve studied for every test together and I’m sick of asking if you want to study every single time? Is that a good enough fucking reason for you?”

He drops one of his hands down and rests his index finger on his chin. “That’s valid…” he exhales, after a long, drawn out pause.

I nearly deck him in the face. I roll my eyes instead. “You know what, I’m leaving. Tell me your answer tomorrow if you need that long to think.” I shove my binders and textbooks into my backpack, swing it up on my shoulders, and make a beeline for the door. It’s not fair to snap at him so unexpectedly like this, but with the first semester at college rushing to a close, I don’t have enough time to play these petty games.

“Hey, hey, hey, wait up. What’s wrong?” he runs after me and pulls me back by my elbow with his right hand.

I take a deep breath, trying to rationalize my anger that’s not because of him but directed at him (at least, not today). “Nothing, I’m just really not in the mood for this kind of exchange for another twenty minutes. I have to study for more than just the science exam. I’d like it if we could just skip this elaborate negotiating for just one day.”

“Oh.” He lets go of my arm. “Yeah. Sure. Studying for exams together. Same studying schedule, texting if we change any days?” When I nod in affirmation, he sticks his hands into his jacket pockets. “Sorry for stressing you out more. You can tell me when you’re having a bad day, you know.”

Oh. “I know. Sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t mean it.” He starts to say something, but I hold up a hand. “It’s somewhat tolerable to have someone to banter with every day.” I blurt out.

Jisung glances down, then raises his gaze to meet mine. His eyes squeeze into crescents. His plump lips (ew) stretch outwards to reveal his pearly whites. I’m sure that my expression mirrors his.

“Good to know my efforts are appreciated.”

“Don’t get a big head. Well, don’t get an even bigger one.”

“You mean a big brain.”

“No, you don’t have a brain.”

He feigns a hurt expression. “Wow, princess. I thought I was tolerable.”

“You ruined the mood!” I shake my head, laughing. “You’re only somewhat tolerable. Definitely not when you call me pet names.”

“Sugar, you wound me.”

“Han Jisung!” I smack his arm half-heartedly.

“You love it though, honey.” He rests his hand on the top of my backpack, gently guiding me out the library doors and towards the parking lot.

Hm.

(Yes.)

•••

Two words.

This was supposed to be a peaceful weekend hangout.

“Felix, put that knife down! Right now! Or no Fortnite for a week!”

Somehow, all our weekend hangouts end up with Chan and Woojin babysitting. That is, until they act like kids themselves.

“Don’t challenge him to a knife fight, Chan! This isn’t Australia, where you have to fend for yourself in the desert—Kim Woojin if you join them I’ll let Minho cook dinner for a week.”

Then the rest of us babysit them until we figure out a better alternative to plastic-knife fencing (Changbin and Chan end up winning after they team up). After finally agreeing on going to the park (like in the Boxer video you know), the boys take over the swings and unintentionally terrorize children (while complaining about freezing to death) while Ryujin and I rethink our life choices and miss Tzuyu, who’s in Taiwan visiting her family.

“Why are we friends with them, again?” she asks, picking at her nails and pretending not to laugh when Seungmin throws wood chips in Hyunjin’s face.

“Yeah, y/n, why are you friends with us?” Jisung butts in after Jeongin refuses all of his hugs. I shoot him a thumbs up, and he grins behind Jisung’s back.

“I’m not friends with you. I’m friends with everyone else here because they’re cool, unlike you, stupid.”

“Ah, you were never a good liar, sweetie.”

Ryujin stifles a laugh, and I shoot her a half-hearted glare. “Not right now, Jisung. I’m still stressing over exam grades.”

“All the teachers entered them this morning, you know.” Surprisingly, there were no pet names present in that sentence. Hallelujah.

“They did?” I check my phone, and sure enough, all the exam grades are there. “What! I was reloading this page all morning! What’d you get in Bio?”

“An A. You?”

“As expected. Same.”

“As expected,” he mimics.

“Is that why you didn’t drag me on the slides?” Ryujin asks. “Because you were worried about your grades, that always end up being an A?”

“No comment.”

“You should go and have fun now that you know your GPA is safe,” she suggests. “No point in coming here if you’re just going to sit here.”

“You were the one who refused to associate with these,” I jab a thumb at the boys, “losers.”

“Oops.”

“You guys should play tag with us or something,” Jisung offers. “See who’s a loser then.”

“Challenge accepted. I’ll go round up the others,” Ryujin agrees, pushing herself off the metal bench and jogging over to the swings.

“What about you, y/n?” asks Jisung.

“Hm. Maybe.” I pretend to think, already knowing my answer is going to be yes.

“Come on! Join us?”

“How could I say no? I can’t just sit back and watch you lose without joining and winning against you.”

“... I’m going to pretend the reason is because you’re such a great friend to us.”

“Only the rest of them. Not you.” I correct him.

“Thank you. ‘preciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

•••

Three words.

The ice on the streets is frozen and so am I.

I had ducked into the quaint little cafe on campus to grab a hot drink and to regain feeling in my feet when I saw what’s causing me to stand here—frozen, like a statue.

I saw Jisung. In our cafe. The one I frequent at least twice a week with him (not voluntarily, of course. He follows me here, probably to annoy me more, and I let him so I can annoy him more.)

Under normal circumstances, I’d be disgusted, not paralyzed. But today is different.

He sits at a two-person table. Next to him, a girl leans over his shoulder, wearing the headphones connected to his computer, occasionally commenting on parts of what I assume is his latest song. Her backpack rests on one of her shoulders. When she turns her head, I can see her face clearly.

He’s with Tzuyu, one of the youngest rising stars in the arts at our university, a hardworking student, an all-around sweet person, and a good friend of ours.

Why, one might ask, did I freeze in place? Simple: I’m sick of Jisung trying to woo girls with the songs he composes.

Once I regain my senses, shuffle forward in line, and place my order, I glance over at their table again. Tzuyu takes off the headphones and starts talking while pointing to different places on his laptop. Jisung smiles sheepishly at the last thing she says. The little prick. It must be an act–after all, if he’s flirted with so many girls through his music, he should be used to the compliments.

Tzuyu walks away from him after glancing at her watch and waving goodbye. She notices me when she’s halfway to the cafe door and grins, waving at me before she shoots Jisung one last smile and leaves. I wave back.

Of course, this exchange means that Jisung notices me. He motions for me to wait, holding up one finger. He clicks around on his laptop, closes it, and slides it into his backpack, along with his headphones. He stands up right as my drink is finished and my name is called. I snag the drink and try to rush to the door as discreetly as possible. Unfortunately, I’m very conspicuous, and Jisung follows me, calling my name.

I’m outside when he catches up with me, frozen in place once again as I internally debate if I should stay and talk to him or leave him. He makes the decision for me when he steps beside me, tugging my elbow in the direction I’m facing to get me to walk so I don’t hold up foot traffic.

“I told you to wait for me in there, y/n. You usually do it, why’d you ignore me today?”

Play dumb, y/n. “Who’s y/n?” Not that dumb!

I clear my throat and try again. “You were in there?”

He raises his eyebrows. “I know you saw me.” When I don’t reply, he sighs. “Walk with me? It’s the last week before break and I won’t have the pleasure of personally annoying you every day.”

I tilt my head forward to tell him to start walking. I can only think of a (half-hearted) protest once we’ve walked a full block. “It’s going to snow soon.”

“You love the snow.”

I exhale through my mouth, forming a cloud of condensation with my breath in the crisp, chilly air. “Yeah, I do.”

A beat passes. Quietly, Jisung asks, “Are you mad?” Another beat. “At me?”

I think back to Tzuyu getting the opportunity to hear an unreleased track. “No, I’m not.” My heart pangs when I picture them leaning in so close together, even though my rational self tells me I shouldn’t be mad over something that small, especially if it concerns such a close friend and such a stupid asshole.

“I think you’re mad. You’re talking a lot less than normal.”

“Congratulations. You must think you’re so smart.”

“Thanks for finally noticing.”

“Look, what do you want?”

“I want to know why you’re mad.”

“Who said I was mad?”

He snorts in disbelief. “You literally just admitted to it.”

“When did I say that?” I stop walking.

He laughs, a dry, airy chuckle that morphs into a sigh. “I just want to know why you’re mad, and if I can help.”

I scoff. “Thanks for your concern, but I think I’ll be alright. Is there anything else-”

“No, you don’t seem like you’ll be fine! You almost never get angry!”

“Why are you so angry about me being angry? Not everything’s about you.”

I suppose it would be a great testament to anyone else’s character if they realized my insults were just my anger speaking and refused to insult me back. However, this is Jisung we’re talking about. He’s more likely to stop talking because he can’t think of a retort, not because he’s conscientious.

Sigh. Maybe he’s not that bad after all.

Just when I acknowledge the slim possibility that Jisung might not be a jerk all of the time, he reaches out and steals my phone.

“What-”

“I’m not giving this back until you tell me why.” He taps away at the lock screen, and unlocks it.

My lips part slightly and my eyebrows crease together. I’m in shock. “How-”

“I’ve seen you enter your password a lot, I just never thought about using it until today. Let’s see… should I read over the English story you refuse to send me because it’s not done yet?”

I break out of my stupor. “Stop it! There’s a reason I haven’t sent it yet. It’s horrible!” I reach out, left arm flailing uselessly, hand smacking his shoulder. He just steps back and turns away from me.

“Oops, too late.” Over his shoulder, I can see him click on the Google Docs app and open the most recently edited document. He scrolls the page down, reading as he goes, but he’s moving around so much that I can’t read the words on the screen at first. My heart nearly stops when I recognize the format of my poetry doc, a place where I word vomit all my artistic and lyrical poetry ideas.

“Jisung, stop! Right now!” I wonder how desperate I sound right now, although I try not to show it.

That’s my poetry. It’s raw, unfinished, and, quite frankly, really cringy. I’ve only trusted Ryujin, Tzuyu, and Hyunjin enough to read one poem, let alone all of them. And now Jisung is scrolling through the entire document.

My blood boils over, simultaneously turning to ice. I chuck my cup of hot chocolate into the trash can. My appetite’s been ruined. I wrestle my phone out of his grip using two hands, palms and fingers crashing against the screen, frantically checking to see if I accidentally modified my poems with my clumsy tapping. I silently sigh in relief when I’m certain nothing was edited. Then, I fix Jisung with a cold, blank stare.

“Those poems were good…” he trails off when I take a step towards him. “No, really.”

“Those were personal poems that I don’t want people to read unless I decide to share them when they’re finished. I don’t want someone who’s going to make fun of me to read it! Don’t you understand the concept of privacy?” I spit out through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry. That… kind of reminds me of my songs and how I only share them with people I trust a lot when they’re unfinished. I shouldn’t have gone through all of that.”

“It reminds you of your songs? Well, unlike you, I don’t use my creative work to flirt with others.”

He flinches, eyes wide and panicked. “How did you know about that?”

“About you flirting through songs? It’s obvious: you let them listen to your unfinished work, and then they compliment you and you pretend to be all humble and everything and-” I groan and run a hand through my hair. Be a nice person. Don’t insult him. Be a nice person. Don’t insult him. Be a nice-

“Are you mad that Tzuyu was helping me with a song earlier in the cafe? Is that why you’re mad?”

I gape at him. “The world doesn’t revolve around you and your enormous ego! Plus, don’t you remember what happened the last time you stole my phone?”

Jisung wasn’t always this annoying. When I first met him, I even thought he was cute. (I still do, but I always deny it, and any non-platonic feelings, if anyone accuses me of thinking that way.) But a few weeks after I met him, when we had become friends, he stole my phone and accidentally deleted a notes page where I kept several passwords (that I was too lazy to remember). He apologized, but the damage had already been done.

“I’ve never used my music to flirt with anyone. And for your information, I ran into Tzuyu. I didn’t invite her to flirt with her.”

Oh. “Ok, and?”

He drags a hand over his face. “Why were you mad at me when we left the cafe?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m ready to storm off and leave, but I realize that Jisung did have a point. Today is the last day before break, and even if he’s a conceited jerk, I don’t want to end things on a bad note until we see each other again.

I take a deep breath. “Let’s sit down and talk through this like civilized people. Is that ok?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do this entire time!”

I drag him over to a bench and plop down, leaving a respectable amount of distance between us. “You want to know why I’m mad? I’ve been asking to hear your unreleased tracks for who knows how long, and you won’t even let me read the lyrics. I have to wait until you and the rest of 3racha drop an album. And I understand that! You're allowed to not share your work! But you also let a ton of people listen to your songs and they just end up complimenting your talent, whereas I’ve offered to help you refine your songs. To me, that seems shallow, especially since most people you show them to are girls. And then you go through my poems without my permission. To be fair, I might be overreacting.”

“No, you’re not. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I smile tiredly. “Sure, I’ll probably share them someday, but I need a heads up. I thought you would’ve understood how much they mean to me since you’re protective of your songs.” I drag a hand over my face. “Ok, rant’s over.”

And so I spend the next half an hour understanding Jisung’s point of view. I end up accepting his apology. As we part ways, he pulls me into a hug. I don’t resist, and bury my face into his shoulder. When we pull apart, he waves before walking away. I can’t help the goofy smile that spreads onto my face once his back is turned. Suddenly, a thought washes over me.

Idiot. I’ll miss you.

•••

Four words.

Winter break is refreshing.

That is, until I realize how unproductive I’m being. Then I panic, becoming both unproductive and unhappy.

It’s almost a relief when I get back to school, until I realize how much work I’m drowning in. Then I wish I was on break again.

Sigh. The paradoxes of life.

On the bright side, at least I get to see my squad again. (And (see) roast Jisung.)

On the third week back from school, Hyunjin drags Ryujin and me to one of 3racha’s monthly shows (they have quite the fanbase on campus.) We would’ve gone anyways, but Hyunjin is a nice addition.

The first thing he says when we arrive at the venue is, “Aren’t you so excited about seeing Jisung perform? Hmm?” while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, y/n, aren’t you going to gush about how cute he looks while performing?” Ryujin adds.

“No. And that was one time. Once.”

“No, it’s every time. You always talk about him.” Hyunjin may have a point.

“Is there something that we should know?” Ryujin asks slyly. “I am your roommate, so if you’re going to talk about him 24/7, you might as well just tell us you like him instead of being in denial.”

“No. I don’t like him. I never talk about him.” My words sound weak even to me. “Remember? He’s like my mortal enemy.”

Pause. The two of them stare at me skeptically, waiting for me to stop denying everything.

“Ok, fine. He looks so fricking attractive when he’s performing, and his eyes transform completely and it’s like looking at a sharper version of him, and he still manages to be absolutely adorable when he smiles and his nose and eyes scrunch up, and-” I envelope Ryujin in a hug, cringing in embarrassment. She tries not to laugh, but I can feel her shoulders shaking. Hyunjin fails to contain his amusement, laughing so loudly that 3racha, preparing backstage, can probably hear him.

“Not a single word to anyone,” I make them promise.

“I’m totally convinced that you don’t have a crush on him,” Hyunjin says once he’s stopped laughing (two minutes later.)

“You’re the one who’s all buddy-buddy with him when you tried to beat him up that one time in high school.”

“People change,” he shrugs. “But you’ve always seemed like you had a soft spot for him.”

“No, you’re wrong. He’s my sworn enemy. He deleted my passwords that one time and read my poems and that makes him my arch-nemesis.” I sigh. “Oh, who am I kidding?”

Luckily (or not), Jisung chooses this moment to saunter over, sparing me from all their teasing. “What’s up, my dudes? Are you ready to get wowed by us?”

“Wow is your best song yet. You’re performing that tonight, right?” I confirm.

“Yup. I’m sure you guys can get some meme-worthy material out of Changbin’s reactions.”

“Jisung, have I ever told you how attractive you look when you perform?” snickers Hyunjin, excessively batting his eyelashes and latching onto Jisung. I shoot him daggers with my eyes while trying to look not-exactly-murderous to Jisung. Ryujin stifles a laugh at my expense for the second time tonight.

“Thanks, buddy. I’m aware, but it’s nice to know that someone appreciates my hotness every once in a while.”

“Why are we here again?” I wonder out loud, giggling at the overly dramatic look of betrayal that Jisung puts on.

“My dear, it’s obviously for me! How could you forget?”

“Oh right, it was for my favorite 3racha member, Changbin!”

Jisung shrugs Hyunjin off, coming over and embracing me playfully. “No, not allowed.”

“C’mon, let’s go say hi to my man, Changbin!” I tell the ‘jins, tilting my head towards the stage.

“Noooo. Darling, that’s so mean.”

I give up on pushing Jisung off once it’s clear that he stubbornly refuses to leave. I ruffle his hair instead as “revenge.” (“Hey! That took me a solid five seconds to style! You’re fixing that.” “Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat.”) Ryujin, Hyunjin, and I agree that we should go greet Chan and Changbin. As we head backstage to say hi to 2racha, Jisung reluctantly stops hugging me when it gets too difficult to walk. He still keeps a hand loosely anchored on my right shoulder. I don’t complain, nor do I shrug him off. I guess it feels nice ok when he’s a normal, chill, person.

Ok, that was an under-exaggeration. I feel like I’m on cloud nine.

Maybe Ryujin is secretly a mind reader, or maybe I’m just really transparent, because she pokes my arm, not saying anything when I ask her “what,” while trying to hide the furious blush I know is present on my face. She just raises her eyebrows and grins. I widen my eyes back.

“So, uh y/n.” starts Jisung, breaking me out of my semi-staring contest with Ryujin. “There’s an open mic at our cafe next week—you know, the one we go to at least twice a week? Anyways, there’s an open mic next Friday and I was planning on going to either test out a new song I produced or a couple of poems I wrote and would you—I was wondering if you wanted to go too? I know you’re a little hesitant about sharing your poems, but from what I saw, you had some really good works and I’m sure other people would enjoy your poetry too. And of course you don’t have to go, I just thought it would be a fun experience if you were down.”

I’m floored. Han Jisung being genuinely nice and considerate? Unheard of. But when I start thinking about all my previous encounters with him, I realize that this is not the exception—it’s the rule.

Maybe I was so intent on labeling him as a rival that I’ve been halfheartedly denying the existence of his good traits.

“Thank you for appreciating my poems. That… honestly, that means so much to me. I’d love to go and perform. As long as I have time to prepare and I get to choose what to present… it’ll be new, but doable.” I wrap both arms around his waist and squish the left side of my face against his right shoulder. “I’m excited for Friday.”

“I’m glad you’re excited.”

“I’m glad you’re glad.”

Wait. What am I doing lowkey cuddling him in public? Oh well. I don’t hate it. In fact, I might go as far as to say… I really like it.

(When we get backstage, I fist-bump Changbin and do a weird quasi-dance off with Chan before hugging them both and wishing them good luck before promising to record the entirety of Wow. Jisung pouts and pouts and pouts some more until I fix his hair, then takes my hands and pulls me around in circles like the man-child he is.

Ryujin promises to tell their embarrassing stories to all their fans after she greets 2racha.

Hyunjin forgoes any formalities and starts complaining about Seungmin.

“Chan, control your child! He’s becoming more and more savage. The world can’t contain his saltiness.”

“Maybe that’s his way of showing love.”

His face goes :o. “RYUJIN, YOU’RE A GENIUS!”)

•••

Five words.

It’s Wednesday and I am: straight-up not having a good time (bro).

After a long day filled with tests and being even more sleep-deprived than usual due to said tests, I really just want to curl up into a ball and do absolutely nothing.

Unfortunately, I need to stay awake in order to finish a creative writing story (yes, another one.) Then, I need to study for two more tests for tomorrow and do a shit ton of homework. On top of that, with the open mic two days away, I’m furiously revising and editing what I’m presenting.

To be completely honest, I’ve been playing with ways to reference Jisung in my poems. I know: crazy, right? Stupid Jisung and his stupid mole on his left cheek on his stupid face that my gaze always drifts back to. Stupid Jisung and his genuinely expressive personality. Stupid Jisung and his amazingly accurate intuition and knowledge and pair of eyes that allow him to say things like:

“You’re staring at me quite a bit, sugar.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m just thinking of all the ways I… could get you to shut up.” I finish lamely.

“Really, now.” He leans towards me in his stupid library chair. “Do any of them involve making out in the library?”

Gahhhh. “Not funny didn’t laugh.” I go back to trying to be productive, but it’s hard when my brain is spewing out thoughts faster than (Jisung) Changbin and Chan can rap.

It sucks sometimes when Jisung makes all these suggestive jokes because he’ll never see me in a romantic light. I think that might be part of the reason why I try (and routinely fail) to act so cold to him: I was aware of all the emotions beneath the way I wanted to view and portray him. (My brain: No, this is not a crush. Crushes are shallow and go away after a week. These feelings aren’t going anywhere.)

I get through editing one paragraph of my story before Jisung speaks again. “Are you considering the offer?”

“No.” Maybe. Yes. “Don’t you have a lab report to write?”

“I’d gladly give up on that for you.”

“Jisung, stop, please. Not tonight, ok? On any other day I’d go along with your banter, but I have serious shit to get done with tonight.”

“Oh, ok. Do you want me to help with anything?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks for offering.”

I give up on my story for the time being and slip an earbud into the ear facing away from Jisung. I pull out a thicc textbook and finish my Calculus homework. A page of notebook paper later, I’m done. I close the book, lean back in my seat, and rub my eyes.

“You look like you need a break,” he notes.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, you deserve it. I’ll even play with your hair.” Darn it! Why why why does Jisung know all my weaknesses? It’s always a destresser for me when plays with my hair. Still, I’m a little hesitant to completely neglect my work for five minutes.

“I’ll give you a back rub too.” Hesitation? Productivity? Who? We don’t know them.

I fall into his outstretched arms and nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck. He laughs a little, leaning back in his chair. His soft hoodie creates a comfortable cushioning, and I sigh in contentment when he runs a hand through my hair, wrapping my arms around his waist. He shifts his legs so his knees are slightly angled toward me, and I do the same.

Then he shifts his right arm and closes the lid of my computer. And picks it up off the table. And sets it back down further away from me so I can’t reach it.

“Jisungggggg,” I whine, reluctantly lifting up my head. I extend my left arm, trying to grasp it, but he just pushes it away again. “I need that. Gotta get this bread. Flaunt that croissant. Ice that rice.” I’m not sure when I stopped talking and started babbling nonsense, but I can blame my lack of sleep for that.

‘What you need is a good night of rest.” He picks up the laptop and holds it close to him, turning away from me.

My senses kick back in. “No! I need to get all this stuff done first. Then I can sleep. Give,” my right hand grasps the edge of my computer. “It,” I give a strong yank. “Back!” We engage in a brief game of tug-of-war before I almost pull it out of his grasp. Then he snatches it back, firmly in his grip.

I huff and pull out my phone forcefully, opening the Google doc containing my poems and stories I’m planning on presenting at open mic for a few revisions and edits. “Must you always be this infuriating? Like, is there a point to stealing my computer when there’s stuff I need to do?”

A small, almost imperceptible pause. I almost don’t even notice it because it’s so brief. It goes straight to the back of my mind.

“You need to rest, y/n. I don’t think all of this stressing is good for you.”

“That doesn’t mean you can steal my computer.”

“Deal with it.”

I sigh. “I hate you right now,” I mumble tiredly. I go back to skimming over my prose and poetry, inserting and deleting a few words here and there.

I have no idea how long the silence stretches on until Jisung responds. “I know, you’ve told me.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz it’s the truth.” Is it grammatically acceptable to use the word ‘like’ in a narrative if you want to have a casual tone? Like, if you want to express a coherent train of thought without using too many words? Would that tone be acceptable? Jisung’s tone just now was off. He almost seemed hurt—oh my god what did I just say.

I come to the (belated) realization that I falsely told him I hated him—with what sounded like conviction, too!—just as he speaks.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and sometimes, you treat me like I’m you’re enemy or rival. I thought we were friends. I wrote you a song—multiple songs. I’ve tried dropping so many hints about how I see you as more than just a friend, but all this time, you saw me as less than one.”

My drowsiness has dissipated. “No, Jisung, I wasn’t thinking—have you never seen me as a rival?”

“It’s ok. You’re not obligated to feel anything for me. You don’t owe me anything. And of course not. I would never see you in such a negative way.” His entire demeanor changes. Jisung is normally very open about his emotions, whether he’s happy, stressed, excited, sad, hurt, enthusiastic, or serious. In this instance, though, his face falls into a more neutral expression that betrays next to nothing about what he’s thinking. But this expression is more than enough to tell me what he feels.

He’s hurt because of what I said. Deeply hurt.

“You could’ve just told me that you hated me,” he continues. “I don’t understand why you would make me feel like we were friends while secretly despising me.”

“Jisung, I don’t hate you.”

“Sure you don’t.” He laughs without humor. “Well, seeing as you clearly don’t want my company, I’ll leave now.” He shoves his laptop, textbook, and notebook into his backpack. He rises and starts walking off.

I rush after him.

“No, Jisung, I didn’t mean it. Please just listen to me.” I catch his left arm a few seconds after we exit the library. He stands there, stationary, neither moving towards me nor pulling away from me. The wind gently breezes past the two of us, tousling the ends of his hair. My heart threatens to get stuck in my throat. I swallow and force myself to go on. “I don’t hate you. You can hate me all you want for saying hurtful things to you, but I’ve never hated you and never will.”

“I could never hate you. And while you may not completely hate me, if you’ve always felt hostile toward me—ever since the start of our so-called ‘friendship’—I don’t really know what to think anymore.”

“No, that’s not what I think. At all. Please hear me out.”

“I think I should leave. Have fun studying without a constant annoying distraction.” He lets his arm slip out of my grip, taking a step forward. “Goodbye.”

He takes long strides away from the library, away from me. All I can think about is how wrong he is. About how wrong I am.

I hurt him, a person with one of the truest hearts and most genuine personalities I’ve ever met. Always being open and transparent with his thoughts, never failing to make me smile. He knows me so well, and I know so much about him, too. He’s been through the ups and the downs with me, and I’ve stayed by his side when he’s needed support, too. He even manages to harness raw, heavy emotions and transform it into beautiful songs such as ‘I see’ that he, Han Jisung, J. One, produces. And now he thinks I hate him.

“No,” I whisper to myself after he’s gone and no one is around to hear me. “It’s the opposite of that.”

I like him so much. Platonically, and romantically. But I’ve missed my chance to tell him, and I’ve broken our friendship that we’ve always had, even if I denied its existence.

Five words can crush someone.

•••

Six words.

Once I’m done with my self reflection about just how foolish and spiteful I acted, I call Ryujin, Hyunjin, and Tzuyu for help. We meet at the dorm Ryujin and I share.

Hyunjin silently shakes his head. Ryujin gives me a side-hug, rubbing circles into my right shoulder. Tzuyu is the first to speak after I describe the events that happened.

“He really likes you. He’s written at least five songs for you and ten songs about you. That day in the cafe, when I ran into him and saw you, he asked for my opinion on one of his songs for you. The reason why he’s never asked you two,” she glances at Hyunjin and Ryujin, “is because he thought you guys would spill the beans.” She sits down on my right side and offers me a hug. “You need to talk to him as soon as possible. He’s cares enough to write songs for you.”

“I know, but he won’t respond to any of my messages or calls.”

“Honestly,” Hyunjin starts, “I’m sorry if this sounds bad, but we were always convinced that you two were secretly dating and wouldn’t tell us.” He half-smiles awkwardly. “Don’t give up just yet.”

“I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t say that!” Ryujin comforts. “We all make mistakes. Don’t let this bother you and make you give up. I’d say that you’ve learned a lot from this.”

“Thanks, Ryu.” I groan, my face falling into my hands. “What the heck am I supposed to do?” I wrote you a song. I thought we were friends. I’ve dropped hints about how I see you as more than just a friend.

He cares enough to write songs for you.

I’ve been thinking of ways to reference Jisung in my poems.

“That’s it!” I exclaim. “Poetry! And maybe a short story, too.” When I see three confused faces, I elaborate. “He’s written songs about me, right? Well, writing is important to me, so what if I wrote about him in the stuff I’m reading at the open mic? And apologize and explain to him afterwards? All I need to do is make sure he goes to open mic, and you guys could help me convince him. At least, that’s the best idea I can think of right now.”

“Sure.” “We’ll help you.” “You got this, girl!”

Their encouragement lifts my mood, and I’m overly optimistic for a second. My phone buzzes, and I dare to hope that I might be able to mend my relationship with Jisung.

The message is from Jisung, and I foolishly hope for the best. Then I read what he sent.

You don’t have to pretend, y/n.

He doesn’t believe me. He doubts that I see him positively because of how hurtful I acted and the words I said to him. Honestly, I don’t even blame him. If I was in his position, I’d probably do the same.

I have screwed up. Big time.

I never meant to hurt or belittle him, even if I claimed he was my enemy. But somewhere along the way, I turned into one of the worst kinds of people and did.

I hope I can salvage this.

•••

Seven words.

Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down. Everything will turn out fine.

It’s showtime. After much persuasion, Tzuyu and Hyunjin convinced Jisung to perform at open mic (of course, they had to make him think I wouldn’t attend.) Jisung will perform first, then perform one more time after three people. I’m the person right before him.

I stand inside near the counter, far away from our regular table near the windows. He hasn’t seen me yet. I fiddle with my hands, trying to hide my face. I breathe a sigh of relief when he hops on stage to perform. He hasn’t seen me yet.

He greets the patrons of the cafe, cracking a few jokes before kicking things off with a revised version of ‘For you’. He gets halfway through it before he locks eyes with me.

I tentatively wave. He glances away.

After he finishes, he receives a warm round of applause. He grins, equally bashful and proud, and hops off the stage. He situates himself far away from me.

Two more people present. Two and a half minutes into the second person’s slam poetry performance, I work up the courage to shuffle over to him.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’ve never hated you. I’ve never even disliked you. In fact, I feel the opposite way. I just never thought you’d see me as more than a friend, so I tried convincing myself that you weren’t an all-around amazing person. It didn’t work. It would never work.”

He stares at me, not speaking. I press on.

“You’re one of the most genuine people I know. I can always tell what you’re thinking, because you have nothing to hide. You’re incredibly dedicated. You’ve been a great friend to me, especially when I was rude to you and didn’t deserve it. You see the best in everyone and encourage them to showcase their strengths.” I take a fluttering breath. “I never thought that someone like you would even consider someone like me. I’m sorry for calling you annoying and saying that I hated you. You’re not annoying. I don’t think anyone who’s ever met you would hate you.” I lace my fingers together. “I am really, truly sorry for saying untrue, hurtful things to you.”

The poet onstage finishes. The people watching applaud. I’m next, but I’m frozen in place.

Jisung breaks the silence. “Good luck. We can talk later.”

I dare to smile, and walk onstage.

I’ve chosen to share a short story about the time I accidentally kicked my friend in the face when we took a dance class, saving my poems for another time. I’m really telling a story about Jisung. I take a deep breath and begin.

“This is the story of how I almost broke my friend’s nose.” This is the story of how I broke my friend’s heart.

I describe the contemporary dance class we were in and how close our friendship was. “She was one of my closest friends. I don’t know what I would have done without her.” He’s one of my closest friends. I don’t know what I would do without him.

I add details to build an image of that day, inserting humor and appealing to the audience’s senses, while making sure that my plot advances. “I wasn’t paying enough attention to my surroundings. When I kicked my leg up, my foot collided with her face.” I wasn’t being true to myself or him. When I spoke, my words attacked him.

“I felt immediate regret. I had hurt my friend on accident because I was careless.” I immediately felt horrible. I hurt him with my careless words and actions.

“For a few horrifying minutes, she couldn’t talk because of the pain. I thought our friendship was over and that she would never forgive me.” For a few terrifying days, he wouldn’t talk to me because of the pain I caused. I thought our friendship was over. I thought he would never forgive me. I still do.

“Yet in the end, she chose to forgive my mistake. Even though my actions didn’t reflect how deeply I cared about her, she knew me well enough to understand it was an accident. She knew how much she meant to me, and how I never intended to hurt her.” I hope he can find it in his heart to forgive me. I hope he knows me well enough to know that he means the world to me. I hope that all is not lost.

“It’s easy to harm someone on purpose. It’s even easier to do it on accident, because we’re not fully aware of our actions—we zone out—until we can see a concrete impact. Be self-aware. And if you want to do something fun with a friend, make sure it’s in a low-risk setting. Don’t end up like me! I might have taken the phrase “break a leg” literally if I was a little more careless. The point is, people need time to think. Forgiveness is not easy to receive. But when someone chooses to forgive because they want to, especially if that person plays a crucial role in your life, that can mean the world to someone. Thank you.”

Granted, that’s not the best narrative I could produce, but given my time limit of one-and-a-half day, I’m not too disappointed in myself.

Jisung and I pass each other when he heads toward the stage.

“This song is dedicated to someone special,” he says once he’s onstage. “I hope you guys like it!”

And it’s about me. Us. The time we stayed up until 2am studying and found this cafe because it was the only one open then. The time we wrote tons of poems, narratives, and short stories together (most of them were as a meme, barely longer than four sentences) because we bet the other person they weren’t as creative (it ended as a tie—we created the last poem together). The time he asked for help on the lyrics for a song and I ended up showing him a few of my poems willingly.

My eyes are glued to him, right up until he exits the stage and walks up to me. Then they flit towards the stage for a moment while I try to prepare myself for whatever he has to say. The world stops spinning as he opens his mouth.

“I forgive you.”

Blissfully, unexpectedly, the world starts spinning again. “You do?”

“You didn’t mean it, and while it hurt to hear, I know you don’t actually think that way. It’s not like I’m perfect, either. I’ll get annoyed and say things that aren’t true, too.” He reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. “I know you, y/n. Like you said, you wouldn’t hurt someone on purpose.” He gives a gentle tug on my hand. “You want to get out of here?”

“I’d love to.” I lean up and press a brief kiss against his cheek. “Where to?”

“You know that new burger place we wanted to try out? I was thinking we could go there.” He pauses. “As a first date,” he adds, the slightest hesitance showing.

I grab his other hand and take a half step towards him. “That sounds like the perfect first date.” I blush. He blushes. He pecks my forehead, the tip of my nose, and both of my cheeks. I untangle our hands to reach up and pinch his cheeks, squishing them together. Mindful of the people in the cafe, we leave soon after, sparing them from watching our PDA. We decide on taking my car, since I drove by myself here and Hyunjin dropped him off and yeeted out of here. (Speaking of Hyunjin, he, Ryujin, and Tzuyu have been blowing up the group chat—The 3 Musketeers—asking how things went. I text them that things went well, and silence my phone.)

Before I start the car, he takes my right hand. “Don’t ever think you’re not good enough,” he states firmly. “You are good enough. 100%. Don’t doubt yourself.”

“Aw, thank you. I realize that a little more now. I was really out of it that day. I turned into a mean version of myself, but I’m working on being more aware of what I’m feeling.”

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. You’re only human. What matters the most is that you truly didn’t mean it and you’re sorry. I’m with you right now,” he starts drawing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, “am I not?”

“You’re right. You are with me now.” I lean in to kiss his cheek, reluctantly pulling away after a few moments to start driving. “Now, Mr. Han Jisung… give me the best first date ever.”

I smile. He smiles. We’re blissfully happy.

•••

Eight words.

That night, the squad gathers at our dorm and invites Jisung in after our date to question, gush over, and tease us. I spend most of the time curled up in his arms, snuggling with him as Ryujin asks what his intentions are (“To show this wonderful lady how much I love her.” “You pass.”).

Hyunjin keeps insisting he was right all along (“I knew you would end up dating!” “Whatever cooks your bacon, buddy.” “You were right, ‘jin! You’re like a fortune-teller. Quick, tell me what I’ll get on my English story next week!” “Uh… 420.”).

Tzuyu grabs me by the shoulders and squeals about how much of a power couple we are (“You guys are so cute! You could write each other poems as gifts! Aaaaah, our y/n is growing up so fast!” “...thanks, mom.”).

While we talk, I occasionally press light kisses anywhere I can reach: his cheek, his neck, his hand, his forehead, and his lips. The reactions are either highkey shipping (Ryu and Tzu) or highkey faked disgust (Hyunjin lmao). (We don’t tell them that we made out in the car for a solid twenty minutes before coming inside.)

The topic shifts from our relationship to anything and everything. After passionately debating whether humans are inherently neutral (neither good nor evil) and if raccoons should be considered pests, it’s well past midnight, and Tzu-Hyun-Sung head home.

The next day, Saturday, we have a weekly hangout with the nine boys and us three girls. More teasing ensues (particularly from the Aussie line and Changbin), but the day is like any other until that night.

Jisung and I go on our second official date to our favorite ramen store, the one where we know the owner by name. We take a stroll outside by a river afterwards, admiring the scenery.

“Y/n, I really like you. I get so happy whenever I see you, or even think about you. You make me want to compose a million love songs and dedicate them all to you. So what I’m saying is… I’m asking you if you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“Yes! A million times yes. I would love to. I could write a million poems about you.” I lean up and kiss him, smiling as I do so. “I would love to be your girlfriend, sweetheart.”

“You finally called me a pet name, babe! Why are you so cute?” Another smooch. He presses his forehead against mine. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You’re cute. And I’m the lucky one.” I suddenly step back and grab onto his shoulders. “The lucky J. One!”

He laughs, shaking his head, and we continue walking. “This is part of what made me fall for you.” He swoops down for another kiss, leaving me a blushing, stuttering mess.

Jisung really has a way with words. Of course, that’s a given, seeing as he’s a songwriter and poet. But combined with his actions and intentions, his strong work ethic and how much he cares about everyone, the transparency of his thoughts and emotions, he really is unique.

He has the power to make me speechless. But I’ll always have eight words to say.

You are amazing and loveable. Never forget that.

•••

Happy birthday, Han Jisung. You have the support of all us Stays.

[duckyduc]

I don't know any of your characters, so just give me 1, 11, 17, 23, 36, 55, 65, 72, 82, and 93 for any characters of your choice. (also did you mean to reblog something twice by accident, or did tumbl just do that.)

Ooo thank you for the ask! :D

And about to two reblog thing, sometimes I reblog something and forget to tag it and reblog it again with said tag, occasionally forgetting to delete the original reblog. ÓvÒ so yeah, most of the time it's usually my mistake, I apologise!

Anyways, onto the asks! :D

1. when is their birthday? Ok believe it or not, none of my characters except one has a solid birthday- there's no real reason behind this other than me being bad at deciding birthday's for characters x,3 The only Character I have who has a decided birthday is from my post where I designed 7 characters based on songs on my art side blog! Their name is Blue and their birthday is August 6th, purely because that day is known as unlucky-

11. How would your Character court the person of their dreams? Awww I love this one!! I know most, if not all of my Characters would probably be very dorky and anxious but excited about it and most likely mess up one way or another before hand- for example losing the ringbox, or stumbling on the proposal or something silly- But in the end it'll nearly always be happy and sappy and fluffy and I'll cry writing it because I'm a sucker for love-

17. When does your Character think that violence is justified or deserved? Ooooh that's a good one. I can't actually speak for all my Characters on this one Ha- I have a variety of Character personalities and backgrounds and universes, meaning they'd all have different views on this. Like, for OCs like my Octoling oc, Lavender, retaliation might only be needed if there's a obvious threat like infected octarians since they're basically zombies and will attack and are more obviously bad(?) Oh this question's harD- I think the more human my Characters get, literally and figuratively, and the more creative the universe they live in is, the more difficult it is to tell when violence is "good" or "bad". Kind of like real life, some violence could and should be avoidable and then some is inveitable. Personally, I don't justify violence very easy? I do joke and say I might bust somebody's kneecaps sometimes- but I'd never really bust a innocent person's kneecaps!!!- People are complex so justifiable violence is too

But I think all my characters would agree like me if they saw a "MAP", (aka pedophile, eugh.) TERF, Neo Nazi, Abuser or fascist, those kneecaps??

They gotta go-

23. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? Oh I just realized this will be a long post because I can never be simple- i think for this one I'll just say eyes- Like eyes are gateways to the soul, dare I say eyes are more expressive than mouths, even. Eyes are very pretty-

36. How honorable is your Character? It depends eheh, my Characters go from very cool and honorable to That Kid Who Lives Nextdoor™. Like one of my main OCs, Pepper? She's a whole ass biologist- then there's that one cat oc Blip. Who's just. The neighbor's kid who probably does fortnite dances-

55. (Woo we getting there!) Is your Character an introvert or extrovert? I'll say most are extroverts because I am kind of a extrovert. Kind of, I say-

65. Is your Character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer ? Oh most of my Characters are leaders- I try to design all of my OCs with the idea that they could all be anime main characters while still fitting in enough to be in the same universe but standing out enough to not fall off if that makes sense. I don't like making boring OCs QwQ. Oh also has anyone ever thought about how we all could be an anime main character? Think about it-

72. in a DnD game, which class would your Character be? I've never played DnD but I'm gonna use another one of my Main ocs for this example, Ducky. (A Different Ducky from me!-) she would be a rogue definitely- it sounds nearly just like her, all sneaky and rebellious-

82. What are your Characters sleeping preferences? for most of my characters It must be very nice and cool in the room to sleep- for my softer ones they'll need thick covers and maybe a plushie and a MANDATORY good night's kiss, I'm very sorry I don't make the rules-

Final one!!

93. What is your Characters goal in life? Ohhh a deep one to end off with. Most of my characters, don't really have goals in life h- Mainly because I don't have a goal in life because I'm still growing! I think as they grow and develop too, maybe it'll just come naturally to me what they would want as goals. I'm still thinking about my goals and for now I think my only concrete goal is to make stupid little stories that make people happy. I've been wanting to do that since I was a little kid and I still hope I can do that now, so if reading this made anyone smile or happy then thank you, because it means I've made a positive impact on at least one person's life, and I think that's the coolest feeling in the world

Oh wow this got deep huh??-

If you're still reading this thank you!! Thank you so much for listening to me ramble and be stupid!!!- :D

And a big thank you for vmeemo for the ask!! I loved writing this response and hope to make more someday! Sorry if it's rlly long tho- :,3

Have a good day/night people's!

[julianbrandtrelated]

I got an answer: 07-10-2019

You want it? You get it. This post is probably gonna be super loooong, so be prepared. Sorry if the spacing is weird, tumblr is a bitch. Of course, german + english. FYI: I was listing to Simmer by Mahalia and Babygirl by Shindy.

Julian Brandt:

In meinen Augen ist und bleibt Julian ein super zärtlicher Liebhaber. Zumindest meistens. Ich denke er gibt sehr gerne, möchte sich aber hin und wieder auch zurücklehnen und genießen könnten. Bei Julian ist Versöhnungssex eine große Sache, da wir ja wissen, dass er manchmal Sachen nicht ganz durchdenkt bevor er sie zum besten gibt. Dadurch, kann ich mir vorstellen, entstehen bestimmt auch in einer Beziehung mal Konflikt und so lässt sich das natürlich einfach wieder „klären“. Derber kann er aber sicherlich auch werden, vor allem dann wenn du frech bist und ihn auf die Palme bringst oder es bei einem Spiel nicht wie gewünscht lief. Dann werden natürlich sämtliche Positionen nach seinen Wünschen abgearbeitet. Selbstverständlich ist dann auch der Ton etwas rauer. Zum Ende gibt es natürlich wieder Streicheleinheiten. In my eyes Julian is and remains a super tender lover. Most of the time at least. I think he likes to give very much, but would also like to lean back and enjoy from time to time. For Julian, make-up sex is a big deal, because we know that sometimes he doesn't think things through before he talks about them. This, I can imagine, will certainly lead to conflict in the relationship and so it can of course simply be “clarified". But he can certainly also become a bit rougher, especially if you are cheeky and get him on his toes or if it didn't go as planned in a game. Then, of course, all positions are processed according to his wishes. Of course the sound is a bit rougher then too. At the end, of course, cuddle time.

Julian liebt es zu Kuscheln, kein Geheimnis. Wahrscheinlich muss er eher dich zum Kuscheln zwingen, nicht du ihn. Er scheint ein sehr anhänglicher und liebebedürftiger Liebhaber zu sein, welcher sich auch nicht ziert offen nach Aufmerksamkeit zu verlangen. Julian loves to cuddle, no secret. He'll probably have to force you to cuddle with him, not you him. He seems to be a very affectionate and loving lover, who also does not hesitate to demand attention openly.

Julian teilt nicht gerne. Ich denke schon, dass er ein recht eifersüchtiger Typ ist. Wahrscheinlich ist er einer, der es eher verheimlicht und so tut als wäre nichts. Logischerweise sprechen aber seine schlechte Laune und abweisende Art Bände. Solange er deinen Kumpel kennt, mit dem du abhängst, und er für sich selbst sicher feststellen kann, dass dort keine romantischen Gefühle im Spiel sind, wird es wohl in Ordnung gehen. Geht es jetzt aber um irgendeinen, ihm fremden Typen aus deinem Freundeskreis, von dem er vielleicht auch vorher noch nie was gehört hat, sowas wird ihm sicherlich ein wenig Kopfzerbrechen bereiten, denn du bist natürlich ein Teil seiner Familie und das soll auch so bleiben. Julian doesn't like to share. I do think he's a jealous guy. He's probably one to hide it and pretend it's nothing. Logically, however, his bad mood and dismissive nature speak volumes. As long as he knows your buddy you're hanging out with, and he can tell for sure for himself that there are no romantic feelings in play, it's likely to be okay. But if it’s about some strange guy from your circle of friends, of whom he may have never heard anything before, something like that will certainly cause him some headaches, because of course you are a part of his family and that should remain like that.

Romantik wird bei Julian nicht an erster Stelle stehen. Ich glaube kaum, dass man von ihm herzerweichende Worte erwarten kann. Er wird schon mal einen romantischen Abend planen können, aber irgendwo ist dann bei ihm wohl auch Schluss. Bei ihm schwingt bei mir irgendwie immer das Gefühl mit, dass er vieles nicht ganz ernst nimmt und eher über romantische Aktionen, wie ein 12-jähriger, schmunzelt. Romanticism won't be Julian's number one priority. I don't think you can expect him to say words that will set your heart racing. He'll be able to plan a romantic evening, but that’s probably it. With him I always get the feeling that he doesn't take many things very seriously and rather smiles about romantic actions, like a 12-year-old.

Verwöhnt wirst du mit vielen Streicheleinheiten. Er wird auch sehr viel Wert darauf legen, dass ihr euch oft seht, er ist ja doch immer mal unterwegs und hat Termine, kann man also auch nicht als völlig selbstverständlich ansehen. Julian wird auch sehr gerne mit dir Essen gehen und das nicht nur bei McDonald’s. Sonst gibt es natürlich hier und da mal ein paar Ohrringe, Schuhe oder Handtaschen. You will be spoiled with a lot of cuddle time. He will also pay attention the fact that you often see each other, he’s quite often on the road and has appointments, so you can't take it for granted either. Julian will also love to take you out to dinner and not only at McDonald's. Otherwise there are of course here and there some earrings, shoes or handbags.

Vorlieben, ganz allgemein. Julian Brandt ist für mich der Inbegriff von einem Feedbackficker. Er hört äußerst gerne wie gut er im Bett ist. Eine seiner weiteren Vorlieben ist Schlafen. Ich bin sehr überzeugt, dass er gerne und, wenn möglich, auch lange schläft. Sonst, er hört gerne Musik und zockt sehr gerne und intensiv. Besondere Vorliebe: Shoppt gerne hässliche Lappen und nennt diese Kleidung. Preferences, in general. Julian Brandt is for me the epitome of a feedbackfucker. He likes to hear how good he is in bed. One of his other preferences is sleeping. I am very convinced that he likes to sleep and, if possible, sleep for a long time. Otherwise, he likes listening to music and playing playstation very much and intensively. Special Preference: Likes to shop for ugly rags and calls them clothes.

Stöhnen? Zwei Wörter. Moan Compilation. Safe ist er lauter als du. Moaner? Two Words. Moan Compilation. He’s probably louder than you.

Das erste „Ich Liebe Dich“ kommt unverhofft, zufällig und von Julian. Wahrscheinlich durftest du Fortnite bei ihm spielen und überrascht ihn mit deinen Skills und dann rutscht es ihm einfach so raus. Komplett überwältigt. The first “I love you” comes unexpected, by chance and from Julian. Probably you were allowed to play Fortnite with him and surprise him with your skills and then it just slips out. Completely overwhelmed.

Niklas Stark:

Niklas. Der kleine Welpe Niklas. Ich glaube wir unterschätzen Niklas gewaltig. Er wirkt immer so niedlich, unschuldig und manchmal auch ein wenig trottelig. Im Bett, kann ich mir vorstellen, ist nichts mehr vom drolligen Welpen übrig. Er weiß was er will und was ihm gefällt. Ich will trotzdem daran glauben, dass er manchmal zu schüchtern ist dir zu sagen, wenn er mal etwas spezielleres ausprobieren will. Du den Ton öfters im Bett angeben und er, genüsslich, folge leisten. Die ganze Sache kann sich selbstverständlichen auch drehen. Hat er einen schlechten Tag und du nervst ihn auch noch mit belanglosen Sachen? Liebe Grüße an deinen Hinten. Niklas. The little puppy Niklas. I think we underestimate Niklas enormously. He always seems so cute, innocent and sometimes a little clumsy. In bed, I can imagine, there is nothing left of the cute puppy. He knows what he wants and what he likes. I still want to believe that sometimes he's too shy to tell you when he wants to try something more special. You often set the tone in bed and he, pleasurably, follows. The whole thing can of course turn itself around. Is he having a bad day and you're pissing him off with petty things? Greetings to your butt.

Welpen schmusen gerne, so auch Niklas. Er ist bestimmt auch ein recht anhänglicher Typ, jedenfalls im privaten Bereich. Wenn er könnte, würde er den ganzen Tag nur mit dir auf der Couch verbringen. Kuscheln stell ich mir auch alleine durch seine Größe und Kraft so angenehm vor, wenn du dann auf der Couch eingeschlafen bist, trägt er dich safe auch ins Bett. Puppies like to cuddle, so does Niklas. I'm sure he's also a very affectionate guy, at least in his private life. If he could, he'd spend all day with you on the couch or in bed. I imagine cuddling also alone by his size and strength so pleasant, if you then fall asleep on the couch, he will carry you to bed.

Ich glaube auch hier, dass Niklas schon recht eifersüchtig sein kann, das aber offen zeigt. Er wird das safe ansprechen wenn ihm eine Beziehung die du zu einem Kumpel hast, nicht passt, beziehungsweise seiner Meinung nach zu eng ist. Wir haben ja schon festgestellt, dass Niklas dich wie eine Königin verehren wird und dich natürlich auch nicht verlieren will. Deshalb ist er wahrscheinlich nicht so der Freund davon, wenn du mit anderen Typen chillst und er nicht dabei ist. I also believe that Niklas can be quite jealous, but shows it openly. He will talk about it if a relationship you have with a buddy doesn't suit him, or is too close in his opinion. We have already noticed that Niklas will worship you like a queen and of course does not want to lose you. That's why he's probably not so happy when you chill with other guys and he's not there.

Niklas hat eine romantische Ader. Er kennt dich gut genug und weiß wie er dich um den Finger winkeln kann. Er macht bestimmt auch volles Programm mit Anzug,Musik und Rosenblättern hin und wieder wenn du beispielsweise mal einen schlechten Tag hattest oder er unterwegs war und ihr euch deshalb nicht sehen konntet. Niklas has a romantic streak. He knows you well enough and knows how to wrap you around his finger. He certainly does a full program with suit, music and rose petals every now and then, for example if you had a bad day or he was away and you couldn't see each other.

Verwöhnt wird im Hause Stark mit vielen Geschenken. Da gibt’s alle paar Tage was schickes zum Anziehen oder eine teure Handtasche, weil er wahrscheinlich glaubt, dass er dich nur so halten kann. Bestimmt ist er auch ein Blumenfan und schenkt dir gerne welche. Wenn die Beziehung dann etwas älter ist, gibt’s als Geschenk vielleicht sogar einen Welpen. The Stark house spoils you with many gifts. Every few days there's something fancy to wear or an expensive handbag because he probably thinks he can only hold you that way. I'm sure he's a flower fan too, and he'll be happy to give you some. When the relationship is a little older, you might even get a puppy as a present.

Wie gesagt, Niklas weiß safe auf was er steht und was er will. Ich denke er ist eher so der Geber im Bett und legt deshalb äußerst gerne die mündliche Prüfung bei dir ab. Er zockt bestimmt auch recht oft, vor allem wenn du keine Zeit für ihn hast, oder er hört Musik. Besondere Vorliebe: Haarpflegeprodukte kaufen und sie nie verwenden. Like I said, Niklas knows what he likes and what he wants. I think he is rather the giver in bed and therefore likes to take the oral exam with you. He probably plays playstation a lot too, especially when you don't have time for him, or he listens to music. Special preference: Buy hair care products and never use them.

Ich bin mir ziemlich sicher, dass Niklas auch mal laut sein kann im Bett, es aber eher dir überlässt. Er verbringt ja seine meiste Zeit zwischen deinen Beinen, da braucht er ja auch gar nicht laut zu sein. I am pretty sure that Niklas can also be loud in bed, but rather leave it to you. He spends most of his time between your legs, he doesn't need to be loud there.

Niklas würde am liebsten schon nach ein paar Tagen „Ich Liebe Dich“ sagen, weiß aber, dass es wahrscheinlich ein wenig zu viel ist. Ich denke du wirst es zu erst sagen, und er direkt hinterher weil er schon so lange wartet, es aber nicht vorher sagen wollte um dich nicht zu überfordern. Niklas would like to say “I love you" after a few days, but knows that it is probably a little too much. I think you'll say it first, and he'll say it right afterwards because he's been waiting so long, but didn't want to say it before so as not to overstrain you.

Roman Bürki:

Roman ist und bleibt für mich ein Daddy, der es gerne etwas härter hat. Um den wirklich harten Roman herauszukitzeln musst du seine Nerven schon gehörig strapazieren, was hin und wieder einfach sein muss. Mit Roman macht wahrscheinlich sogar diskutieren Spaß, weil du einfach weißt was dann später passieren wird. Roman gibt natürlich so gut wie immer den Ton an. Ausnahmen gibt es auch, vielleicht dann wenn er keinen so guten Tag hatte und eher mal dir die Kontrolle überlässt. Einfach zurücklehnen und sich von dir verwöhnen zu lassen nach einem anstrengenden Training. Was kann Daddy Roman mehr wollen? Roman is and will always be a daddy to me who likes it a little harder. In order to tickle out the really hard Roman you have to strain his nerves a lot, which has to be done every now and then. With Roman it's probably even fun to discuss, because you just know what will happen later on. Roman, of course, almost always sets the tone. There are exceptions too, maybe when he didn't have such a good day and lets you take control. Just sit back and let him be pampered by you after a hard workout. What more can daddy roman want?

Ich glaube mit Roman kann man auch gut kuscheln, auch wenn er’s vielleicht nicht immer zu will und du ihn eventuell auch mal zwingen musst. Wenn du dann aber mit ihm auf der Couch oder im Bett liegst, er dann seine starken Arme um dich schließt, ist die Sache doch schon gelaufen. Ob du ihn dann vorher nerven musstest oder er von ganz alleine angekrochen kam, schon vergessen. I think with Roman you can also cuddle well, even if he may not always want to and you might have to force him sometimes. But if you lie with him on the couch or in bed, and he closes his strong arms around you, things are already over. Whether you had to annoy him before or he came crawling all by himself, it’s all forgotten already.

Einerseits denke ich ist Roman die Eifersucht in Person und tötet einfach jedes männliche Wesen in deinem Umkreis mit seinem Blick. Andererseits interessiert es ihn wahrscheinlich überhaupt nicht was du mit deinen Kumpels machst, weil er einfach so selbstgefällig ist und weiß was du an ihm hast. Es gibt definitiv auch bei Roman Grenzen, die klärt er dann aber mit deinem Kumpel direkt. On the one hand, I think Roman is jealousy in person and simply kills every male being in your circle with his gaze. On the other hand, he probably doesn't care at all what you do with your buddies because he's just so complacent and knows what you have with him. There are definitely limits to Roman, but he clarifies them directly with your buddy.

Irgendwie schätze ich Roman nicht als Romantiker ein. Hier mal ein paar Blumen, da mal ein netter Abend, dass war’s dann aber auch schon. Für die Romantik bist du im Hause Bürki zuständig. Mit ein bisschen Überredungskraft  legt er sich aber auch mit dir in die Badewanne voller Rosenblätter. Somehow, I don't consider Romantic to be a romantic. Here a few flowers, there a nice evening, but that’s it. You are responsible for the romance in the Bürki house. But with a little persuasion, he will lie down in the bathtub full of rose petals with you.

Muss er dich wirklich noch verwöhnen? Dir gehört Roman fucking Bürki. Nichtsdestotrotz sponsert er dir zuverlässig alles was du dir nur wünscht und du musst nicht mal was sagen. Schmuck, Schuhe und wenn du ganz artig warst wartet vielleicht auch mal ein Benz vor der Haustür. Er kann dich natürlich auch sehr gut mit seinen Händen verwöhnen. Immer schön lieb sein zu Daddy Roman, dann gibt’s auch eine Massage. Does he really have to spoil you? You can call Roman fucking Bürki yours. Nevertheless, he reliably sponsors everything you wish for and you don't even have to say anything. Jewelry, shoes and if you were very well-behaved there might be a Benz waiting at the front door. He can also spoil you very well with his hands, of course. Be nice to Daddy Roman, then you'll get a massage.

Vorlieben technisch sagt Roman zu nichts „Auf gar keinen Fall!“ im Bett. Er möchte dich gerne rannehmen so wie er gerade Bock drauf hat. Roman zockt ja auch gerne mal und hört auch Musik. Besondere Vorliebe: Tattoos stechen lassen, die von mir gestochen sein könnten. Preferences technically, Roman doesn't say “Absolutely not!" to anything in bed. He'd like to do you just like he wants to. Roman also likes to play playstation and listens to music. Special Preference: Getting Tattoos that could have been stung by me.

Roman ist bestimmt ein ruhiger Typ im Bett, der nicht so viel von sich gibt. Er hört lieber dir zu und grinst dabei so selbstgefällig. Roman is probably a quiet guy in bed who doesn't give so much of himself. He'd rather listen to you and grins so smugly.

Ich denke das erste „Ich Liebe Dich“ kommt von dir. Er, als der ältere in der Beziehung, lässt sich da ein wenig Zeit und zeigt es dir lieber durch Taten das er dich sehr gerne bei sich hat. Irgendwann, nach ein paar Monaten, kann er es wahrscheinlich nicht mehr aushalten und gesteht dir seine Liebe in einem ruhigen Moment. I think the first “I love you" comes from you. He, as the older one in the relationship, takes his time and shows it to you rather by actions that he likes to have you with him. Sometime, after a few months, he probably can't stand it anymore and confesses his love in a quiet moment.