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“Luke had a point” well, that is kind of true, but he also groomed and (more than likely) abused Silena Beauregard, he tried to kill Percy when he was 12, and his last words to Annabeth were slightly weird, so go gnaw on that.
@freddie-77-ao3 @aki-bara @queen-of-weird-girl-nation
#luke castellan#silena beauregard#annabeth chase#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#pjo fandom#riordanverse#misc skeptic thoughts
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home || daryl dixon x f!reader
summary: You and Daryl go for a walk at your request, and you were also wanting to show him a spot you found.
warnings: oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), unprotected sex, sixty nine, creampie, and not sure there’s anything else for a warning.
misc: this is for @ambassadortotrilliusprime and gonna tag @hopefulatrocity since they just mentioned wanting more daryl from me. also using this gif, because damn did i imagine him looking like this trailing behind our reader.
The two of you walked side by side, Daryl occasionally offering his hand to help you over some exposed tree root or log. He wouldn’t admit it out loud but it was partially to feel closer to you. However, that’d only work if you didn’t huff every time he offered before ignoring his hand and helping yourself.
As the two of you walked along you turned around to face him, walking backwards, “The vest you’re always wearing, an MC?”
It was Daryl’s turn to huff, “And what do ya know about MCs, killer?”
You gave a mischievous smile as you turned around, eyes twinkling with something Daryl couldn’t quite place. There was zero hesitance as you walked through a creek bed. Mud and water splashed all up your legs and you didn’t care. Being out here, it suited you. Daryl watched the sunlight filter through the trees and hit your hair in a way that made it almost look alive. He followed the slope of your back until his eyes landed on that ass of yours. You wore those jeans on purpose, he was convinced.
He was drawn from his thoughts by your voice, “And what do you know about MCs, Daryl? I’m just saying, I’ve never seen anyone except for members attached to their cuts the way you are with yours.”
“Well, once again killer”- he really thought about peeling those jeans off of you - “you’re wrong.”
The two of you came to a clearing. It was obviously once a pasture. There was a bit of a hill, along with a pond. You elbowed Daryl in the side before nodding over to it, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
He looked down at you before glancing out to where you were looking, “Yeah, yeah killer, suppose it is.”
You held up your rifle to look through the scope, checking for any walkers. You dragged Daryl out here. You didn’t have to do much convincing. You were excited by what you found. He was curious. The two of you ended up here. Daryl looked over at you, “Ranch hand.”
A laugh came out of you as you continued checking the landscape, “Really? Best you got? At least my guess made sense, Dixon.”
“So did mine.”
“Wanna tell me how?” You laughed just a little bit before you squinted down the sights and saw one lone walker. It needed to be closer before you took your shot.
Daryl huffed before thinking how to phrase it, getting a little flustered, “Just ya seem to belong here. Out in nature. Just, existin’ or some shit.”
You tried to hide the smile forming on your lips. But Daryl saw through it. He wiped his jaw before mumbling “it’s just a guess”. His face grew skeptical as you looked at him with that wicked grin he loved, a laugh in your voice as you commented, “Well, not a good one.”
“Well, since I’m so bad at it”- Daryl took a sip from his water - “what did ya do, before the world went to shit?”
Your eye looking down the scope again, you managed to keep a stone cold face at your response, “Prostitution.” It was difficult not to laugh when you saw he paused going to take a second sip. Just then, the walker you had your eye on came into your max distance. You exhaled, squeezed the trigger, and watched moments later as it fell to the ground. Lowering the rifle, licking your lips, you started walking, “C’mon MC president.”
Daryl followed behind you, a smirk on his lips as you added on, “And I wasn’t a prostitute. Would have made a damn good one though.”
The two of you made it to the fenced-in pasture. It was winter recently, so most of the grass had died back. It was really only just starting to grow so you both had a straight line of eyesight. It was clear. With a smile on your face, you sat down by the pond and patted the ground next to you, “C’mon down here.”
Hesitant, Daryl sat a bit rigidly next to you. Your hand on his arm though, thumb coaxing the band of muscle in his forearm, he instantly relaxed. It didn’t go unnoticed by you.
Laying back, you pulled Daryl to follow. The hand you held on his arm caused him to comply. Letting go, you ran that hand along the hem of his pants before curling it up beneath his shirt to rest on his heart. You focused on the feel of it beating, fingers playing with the wisps of hair. Daryl curled his neck to kiss the top of your head before laying back again, “This is nice, killer.”
Your eyes were on the clouds, a smile of contentment on your lips before speaking softly, “Looks like a rabbit to me, what do you think?”
“Mmm”- Daryl’s arm shifted behind you, his fingers splayed on your shoulder - “if that’s a rabbit, it ain’t a very fat one. You’d want to let it go. Try and get a better one. Now that…that looks like a turtle.”
You loved that he played along with you. And shit. It did look like a turtle. You laughed before playfully batting at his chest, “Look at you, Mr. Sharp Eyes.”
Licking your lips, you slowly shifted and swung your leg so that you were straddling him. His hands naturally gravitated towards your hips, squeezing, even as he asked, “Just what are you doin’?”
“I wanted alone time, just us, and uh” - you look around to further make your point - “it looks like I got what I wanted. But then again, don’t I always?” You leaned down and kissed him, softly. Next, you dragged your teeth along his scruff before licking at the sensitive spot on his neck only you knew about. He made the sexiest sound when you did that. Then, you slowly kissed and bit against the fabric of his shirt, eliciting a moan before you found yourself at his belt. You undid it and unzipped his pants. Bless Daryl Dixon and his tendency to go commando.
It was easy enough to peel the denim down once you readjusted to sitting between his legs. Daryl was about to object, paranoid people would see more than they should, when you grabbed hold of him. His cock in your hand left him a very weak willed man. Soon, you leaned over and circled your tongue around the head, tasting the salt and musk of him. You let your spit run down his cock and pumped up and down with your hand, all the while teasing, “I like the way you look when you surrender to me, Dixon.”
“I’d be a damn fool to think I could win against my killer,” Daryl managed to say before you swiftly brought your mouth back to his cock, sucking on it as you continued stroking him. His hand instinctively found your hair, grabbing a tight hold by the roots before slowly pushing you further down. Up for a challenge you let go with your hand, and focused on using just your mouth…dragging the tip of your tongue along the bottom until you reached that sensitive spot just below the tip and then taking as much of him as you could again. But soon, you wanted more, and you were standing up as Daryl watched.
You pulled off your boots and turned around to give him the sight of your ass as you pulled your jeans down. After all, with how he’s been staring at it with you walking ahead till you got here, you knew he would love to see it. It was one thing you could count on. Daryl Dixon loved your ass. You peeled down your jeans and took them off before Daryl patted his chest, “Well c’mon. Seat’s ready.”
Daryl watched as you came over to him and swiftly sat on his face, facing towards his cock. His tongue eagerly began exploring you, a hum vibrating against your skin from his satisfaction with your taste. His fingers kneaded your ass and spread your cheeks to better reach every bit of you. You nearly collapsed forward from how good it felt before focusing your attention back on him.
It was so difficult to focus though, to the point you eventually gave up. You’d occasionally suck his length, use your hands here and there, but his tongue was driving you to a fast release and it felt amazing. Your head flew up, hair flying behind you as your moans and panting traveled across the open space, beckoning anyone or anything that might hear. Yet, you didn’t care. Instead, you rocked back and forth pleading, “Right there Daryl. Fucki-fucking hell I’m gonna cum. Pl-plea-oh FUCK!” Your hips buckled and the intensity of it had you trying to pull away, but Daryl’s hand smacked your ass cheek hard before he pulled you down to him as if he was trying desperately to suffocate on your slick while you came.
Once you were back in focus, you heard the sound of a walker.
Snapping up, Daryl still beneath you, you quickly grabbed his crossbow and found your target, shooting down a walker perhaps thirty feet out.
Then, you yelped as Daryl moved you off of him, his crossbow dropping back to where it was. You landed in the muddy ground of the pond’s shore and Daryl braced his arm on either side of you in the mud before snapping his hips and finding his cock exactly where he wanted it.
His muddy hand found your face, fingers stroking your chin, “There it is.”
He started fucking you in the mud and you were incoherent. Your legs wrapped around him as your hips tilted up to meet him, pulling him in deeper. Daryl’s mouth was on your’s before working down to your neck and he released the top two buttons of your shirt. His tongue fell greedily on one of your nipples, sucking and nipping as he drove into you more and more. Your hands worked underneath his shirt and vest, nails digging into his flesh. As far as he was concerned, you could draw blood, and that would only remind him later of just how perfect you felt to him.
“Daryl” - his name escaped you like a prayer, before you found yourself breathlessly telling him - “I love you. So fucking much.”
He didn’t answer you but instead, kissed you once more. It was deeper, hungrier. Daryl drove his hips into you more, pushing the both of you deeper into mud and filth. That was when you felt it. He was hitting the perfect spot and you were soon chasing another release. His hand grabbed hold of your hair and pulled so your neck would be exposed to him. At that Daryl sucked and licked along your neck and combined with his cock inside of you, you came again just as he shot his cum deep inside of you. Only at that did he roll to the side, landing on his back in the same mud you were in, “Well, shit.”
The both of you started laughing, limbs loose and feeling relaxed.
After a few moments of quiet, you thought of what he had said earlier while the two of you were in the midst of sex. “Hey Daryl,” you said and he looked over at you, a soft smile still pulling at his lips. The way he looked at you made the heat begin to creep across your skin as you asked, “What did you mean, when you said there it is.”
He played with muddy strands of hair, “Well killer, bein’ with you, inside of you, that’s home. There ain’t a damn place I’d rather be.”
There it was. Daryl’s way of saying he loved you, too. Just as much, if not more. You sat up and walked over to your jeans, wiping as much mud off with your hands as you could before sliding them on and pulling your boots back onto your feet as Daryl zipped his pants back up and redid his belt.
The two of you walked back, hand in hand.
Well, until Daryl joked with you, voice sounding shyer than his proposition, “I’ve got it, ass model.”
You pushed him away, laughing.
He’d never guess that you used to work in a damn library.
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❛ INFINITY — 無限大
choso x f!reader ﾉ MDNI
𑂻𑂴 summary. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ you and choso go on a “date” and choso opens up about his family
𑂻𑂴 tags. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso (non-curse), mid 90s AU, nsfw, female anatomy, stoner!choso, mentions of going broke, possible sexual content, canon/modern lore mixes, etc.
𑂻𑂴 a/n. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ i almost forgot about this story BUT IM HERE. reblog to support meeee and enjoy :D (lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part)
𑂻𑂴 misc. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ masterlist ,, AO3 — dark mode recommended. WC — 2.35K — part four
@sad-darksoul @aiyaaayei @a1-ic3 @exinqiu
“you wanna…hang out? like, right now?” you heard choso say hesitantly over the phone. it was around ten at night and you weren’t busy. you didn’t have anything better to do. plus, you wanted to go out a bit more since you were a bit of a homebody.
“yeah, why not?” you beamed over the phone. “it’ll be fun and i don’t have nothing else to do. plus, we need to hang out more before it gets too cold…winter is around the corner.”
“oh..um, yeah sure. you’re right.” choso answered. though, he was in the clear for the evening since yuji would be spending the night with his friends for a sleepover, the male was still skeptical about somethings.
what if there’s an emergency? what if something happened to his little brother? anything could’ve happened while he was away, not supervising.
you grin excitedly, starting to list multiple places you could go. it took some quick process of elimination just to choose the park. it was simple and it seemed like choso really wanted to go for some reason, so you agreed.
once you got off the phone, you navigate to your messages app and send him a text, ‘oh i forgot to say that if you wanna bring food or something you can.’
now you had to play the waiting game. it was always you waiting longer than five minutes or less than a minute for choso to text back.
well this time you didn’t have to wait. your phone makes a sound shortly after you sent that message. you take a glance down to see that choso loved your message.
‘helping my brother pack. i might be a little late.’
you smiled at the text and urged him to take his time. you thought it was sweet how heavily choso cared for yuji. nothing never went unnoticed around him. he was like a big brother and a mother in one.
you began to put on your clothes and grab whatever you needed before you would finally leave out of the house and make your way towards the park.
the night sky was so clear and perfect. you could see all the stars just from where you were standing. that’s when you started to wonder if choso liked stargazing. how would he feel about that?
you were quickly reminded that choso may not have time for stuff like that since he seemed like a busy man. you could also tell he was the type that wasn’t very exposed to current day activities trending amongst other people.
it’s like he’s trapped in his own bubble.
“hold your hand out,” choso said before lifting yuji’s hand to clip his nails. “now, i’ll be going out somewhere tonight, so i won’t be at home while you’re with your friends…but if you need me, please call me, okay?”
“i know, big brother,” yuji smiled up at his elder brother. choso’s cheeks turned a rosy color before smiling back. “but where are you going? you never leave the house this late unless you picked up work.”
“you’re right but tonight is different…i’m gonna meet our brothers, spend some time outside the house…i shouldn’t be rotting in here all the time anyway.”
choso put the boy down once he finished clipping yuji’s nails and ruffled his hair. he would fold some clothes and place them down into the bag neatly.
“don’t let anybody touch your stuff and break it, okay? you’re allowed to share but make sure they’re being careful. you know money is hard around here and i can barely afford some of this stuff for you.” choso mumbled. his soft expression seemed to turn into a slight frown.
yuji nodded but he couldn’t help but notice his brother’s expression. “are you mad, big brother?”
the dark haired male blinked quickly and shook his head. “no, no. i’m not mad…life is just really hard and i need to probably find a second job.”
working as a bartender is okay for him, he didn’t mind it. but when it came to needing more money to upkeep the house and to satisfy both their wants and needs, he would need a second job.
“then we won’t be able to hang out together,” yuji frowned. it was already hard for choso to make time for his little brother but now it would be even harder.
“i know, itadori…i know. but i’ll make it up to you as best as i can. i promise i’ll never forget about it, okay?” choso held his pinky finger out to yuji. “you trust me?”
“i trust you,” yuji grinned.
“good.” choso smiled as he retracted his hand away from the boy. “now hurry and go grab your coat and your shoes. let’s go, we don’t wanna be late.”
yuji nodded and grabbed his coat from the closet by the front door and put on his favorite red boots before hurrying out of the door, waiting for choso to follow behind him.
after choso drove yuji to the other side of town, choso would make a stop at the corner store and bought another pack of cigarettes and some snacks that you both would like.
it took a little bit of time to make up his mind because he was a bit picky about what he ate but he’d eventually figure it out before heading to the park, finally meeting up with you.
“hey,” choso called her name breathlessly as he jogged over to the spot where you were sitting at. the park was empty, perfect for just the two of you to relax and talk and do whatever came to mind. “i’m so sorry i took so long. i drove thirty minutes from my place, to the other side of town for yuji then back, i’m sorry.”
you noticed his apologetic tone and you nod your head no, smiling at him. “don’t worry about it. like i told you, you didn’t have to rush to get here. i wasn’t going anywhere.”
the two of you finally get comfortable on the grass, eating the snacks you both brought and the drinks. choso noticed you opening a can of beer from the six pack brought with you. the male lifted an eyebrow.
“i thought you didn’t drink..” he said softly. you nod, taking a sip of your beer before sucking your teeth.
“i don’t but it’s nice for the occasion, you know?” you reach down and hand one to choso, offering it to him. the male was about to say no but he considered your next words.
“come on, just one can won’t hurt you. you gotta loosen up a little bit. you’re a busy guy that barely gives himself a break. tonight’s your night, cho.”
the male would light a cigarette and put it between his lips before humming. you were definitely right. choso never gave himself a break. he was always moving. hesitantly, he’d take the can from you and open it, listening to the sound as it hissed open.
you giggled when you saw choso’s face contort to an expression of disgust the second he took a sip of the beer.
“you like this?” he asked.
“i don’t like it either but after a while it’ll taste better.” you reassured. there’s a silence between the two of you as you both sat there, taking in your environment.
trees blowing gently in the quiet wind of the night. lampposts casting dim lights and weak shadows, and the occasional chirping of crickets hiding in the soil somewhere.
choso wasn’t a man of many words so the silence was tolerable but then a thought came to your head. while choso smoked his cigarette and you ate your snacks, you turned to him.
“why’d you wanna come to the park so bad?” you asked.
“it’s from a recurring dream i have. every time i have that dream, i see my brothers here. i just wanted to….i don’t even know. i just wanted to know that this place wasn’t just a figment of my imagination, i guess.”
“do you know what happens in the dream?”
“it all goes by so fast…it’s not that i don’t remember what happens, i just hate talking about it sometimes. i’m sorry.”
“it’s fine, you don’t have to apologize,” you scooted a bit closer to him. “hey, let’s talk about something else. to lighten the mood, y’know?”
“oh..yeah, good idea.” choso nodded slowly, taking a drag from his cigarette. you had an idea already on what to talk about and you were obviously eager. anyone could just tell by the look on your face.
“have you ever stargazed before?” you began.
“uh…no. i mean- i look at stars but…i don’t do it like that. it’s- i don’t know.” he trails off, looking embarrassed and shy when he realized that he’s stumbled over his words a bunch.
“here, lay down.” you would lie down and choso just looked at you as if what you were doing was the oddest thing on earth. you waved your hand, gesturing him to do the same.
finally, choso would lay down, his eyes lighting up at the blanket of stars covering the sky. the stars were beautiful and bright that night. he could see some of them lining up, creating shapes—constellations.
“i love stars. they’re just so pretty.” you comment, “they look so close but they’re just so far…too bad some of them are dead.”
“these stars have been dead for a long time, they’re just now reflecting back to us.” choso chimed in lowly. you sighed.
“don’t you wish you could just be a star in the sky? not having to worry about anything or anyone in the universe, just yourself?”
“i’m not sure if i wanna turn into a star just yet,” choso said. “it sounds like death to me…but if i could run away and live somewhere secluded from society, i’d do it. me and yuji.”
“do you think anybody would miss you?” you frown a little, your expression a bit serious. choso shrugged.
“i have no friends...and if i did, they all died or they’re just people i don’t speak to anymore. i’m that lonely.” he sighed. “i don’t need other people anyway. it doesn’t bother me.”
choso looked at you and automatically felt embarrassed again. he ran his fingers through his medium length hair and shook his head.
“sorry. i overshare a lot.”
“you apologize a lot…it’s not really anything wrong with it, i just noticed that.” you say. “is that just…how you are? if you don’t mind me asking..”
“it’s just how i am, so—never mind. my dad was just so hard on me, i was always apologizing for something and he just kinda turned me into a sorry mess.”
the sudden mention of his father made him frown and he sighed. “i’m glad i don’t live with him…but i would probably stay there just for some money. he’s the typical salaryman with a son that’s broke…or at least, almost broke.”
“does the job you work at not pay enough?” you shifted your body so you were facing choso instead of the sky.
“it helps me get me and my brother some food that would last us a while and probably a shirt. not any of that luxury stuff. the only time i get that kind of stuff is when it’s given to me.”
“okay, that, i think is an exaggeration…every time i see you two, you’re dressed nicely and when we facetime, your house looks nice and clean,” you say. your hand slowly moved towards his but you hesitate to keep going.
“yeah, i guess it is. my job pays pretty well…i guess i’m just paranoid about it not being enough.” choso took a drag of his cigarette. when he felt your hand on his, he’d look down at it then back at you. instead of leaving your hand where it was, he’d take your hand into his.
the two of you were feeling a buzz from the beers you were drinking and the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. choso saw the soft smile on your face as you looked into his soft, tired eyes. you saw how his dark hair covered a lot of his face as he laid on the ground beside you.
“you know, i think you’re a really nice guy,” you blurt out. you weren’t even aware of what you were saying yourself. “i really like you.”
“i….” choso’s breath hitched, “uh…i like you too. i’ve liked you for a long time—since we met.” the male could feel his ears getting hot and the tip of his nose was a pinkish color from the cold, mixed with his blushing.
there was a tingly feeling on his face as his cheeks began to warm with excitement and embarrassment. the cut underneath his bandage was starting to bleed again.
“take this off,” you whispered, slowly removing the bloody bandage, revealing the red cut across his nose that’s usually black. you would take a napkin from your bag and once again, clean the blood from his face.
choso was obviously embarrassed. this was the second time you saw his cut but he didn’t really like others seeing it. the male used his hoodie to cover his nose.
“uh…thank you..for uh—for cleaning it.” he mumbled. you smiled at him and pulled the collar of his hoodie down from over his face before kissing him. your lips locked with each others and you both seemed to be in a deep state of excitement and euphoria.
choso never kissed a girl before. he wasn’t sure what was happening or what he was supposed to do but he tried his best to follow your lead anyway.
when you pulled away, you could see the surprise on choso’s face. his face was flushed from being so inebriated just as you were.
you both fell silent. the only noise that existed was your own breathing and the nature around you. choso was sure he wouldn’t remember much of this tomorrow and neither would you…but deep down, he found it hard to believe.
lowkey this took so long to write,, i’m tired 😭 i’m glad you guys like this. i made something happen so…now its time to get ready to wrap it up. also sorry if there’s any mistakes lol
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bbtr misc. female idols who got a crush on txt seol
note: just pretend that you're viewing this piece in 2023, just like hyunseol's kprofile. i gave proofreading this.
warning/s: a bit angst in some parts if u guys squint
itzy — choi jisu (최지수) ⸻ early 2020 - present
first meeting
when lia first met hyunseol, she'll say it was something unexpected, like really unexpected.
her encounter with the txt member happened when the latter bumped into her who was heading to a restroom at a music award show.
pretty unexpected, right?
when they bumped into each other, poor surprised lia lost her balance but good thing hyunseol is here to save the day (good thing too because lia tries to avoid any interaction with her slightly strict stylist)
but enough of that because there's something else that needs our attention right now, like how did hyunseol here break lia's fall?
things you need to know: an arm wrapping around a waist
lia didn't realize hyunseol's hand placement at first since she is too busy looking at the latter's face and too stunned at what had happened.
but when she did, oh boy, she felt blood rushing to her cheeks and the area where hyunseol's hand landed became warm even though she had a fabric of clothing that separated her skin and the bighit idol's hand.
hyunseol profusely apologized to her, thinking that she embarrassed the itzy member without any slightest hint that the blush on lia's face isn't from embarrassment but from something else.
lia is so flustered that she couldn't bear to say why she is blushing, too flustered to think of anything else but how close her face was to the other idol earlier, how warm hyunseol's hand was against her side, and the scent that was coming from the tall idol.
lavender and jasmine, two scents she didn't imagine would smell good together in someone until now.
the two stood in the hallway in an awkward silence before hyunseol's manager came strutting towards them with that motherly tone of hers.
"there you are, seol. i've been looking for you, come on. you guys are up next for the performance."
with a final bow, the bighit idol let her manager dragged her away without saying anything, leaving lia standing in the hallway before a hand fell on her shoulders.
the stranger got startled when lia flinches before the latter turned her head and saw one of her members, yeji staring at her skeptically.
"are you okay?", yeji asks her, concerned.
"y-yeah."
lia stutters out an answer as she places a hand over her chest, hoping that small action would calm the raging storm in her heart.
start of interest
lia immediately get interested on hyunseol the moment they parted ways on their first meeting.
her curiosity on hyunseol started with a research on the tall idol, like who she was, how long she has been a trainee, etc.
when she found out that hyunseol used to be a jyp trainee, she somehow started regretting not signing up in jyp earlier and often gets thoughts like what if i had met seol earlier?, what if i had become friends with seol if i had signed up with jyp immediately?, etc.
she was so curious on who hyunseol is she even started watching those txt (un)helpful guide videos in youtube, because apparently, moas considered hyunseol as the most charismatic member in txt.
one video led to another various more and now, she started watching the group's mvs and immediately understands why hyunseol has a huge fanbase coming from various other kpop groups.
everything about hyunseol are insane, especially her vocals, her dancing skills, her confidence, and her visuals as if she was made by the greek goddess of love and beauty herself. a living and breathing of perfection.
her curiosity led her into getting caught by ryujin who had a knowing look over her face and she immediately felt guilty after like a child guilty of hiding their mother's most precious broken vase.
but surprisingly, ryujin just told her that she was expecting lia getting interested on her best friend and a "you weren't totally good at hiding your interest on seol, you know."
okay, lia probably is not good at keeping everything in the low when she realized that she starts to listen more on hyunseol-related stories ryujin shared whenever they eat together (probably her members realized it too and that thought just made her more embarrassed than before)
ryujin chuckled when she saw lia blushing furiously before patting her member's shoulder. "it's okay, unnie. there's nothing wrong with liking seol. you know i won't mind that and besides, you're not the only one who's crushing on her."
"what?"
and that was the moment lia's world stops for a moment.
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fromis_9 — lee chaeyoung (이채영) ⸻ early 2021 - present
first meeting
when chaeyoung first met hyunseol, it was after bighit change to hybe and acquire various companies to become one. she could remember it clearly as if it just happened yesterday.
it was a normal day for fromis_9 as a hybe staff gives them a tour around the huge building and talking about the company's rules and regulations when jiheon, who was standing beside her, suddenly let out a small squeal and started to hit her arm.
she looked at the maknae and the latter could only point at the front double doors to see bang si-hyuk, a female manager, and six tall figures walking inside.
she had heard of the six-membered group from jiheon, the moa resident of fromis_9 and mostly, the maknae always talks about oh hyunseol, her bias and bighit's wildcard.
fromis_9 was in front of the lobby when the well-known chaotic group passed them and bowed to them while hyunseol met jiheon's eyes and approached the latter before she smiled widely when the latter let out a squeal and pulled her into a hug.
"nice to see you again, fangirl. how have you been?"
"ahhh, unnie!!! it's nice to see you again, too."
the rest of fromis_9 looked at the pair in stunned silence and when they look at the txt, they saw the members looking at their oldest and jiheon with wide smiles plastered on their faces.
"you know each other?"
hyunseol looked at chaeyoung, the one who asked and smiled at her while nodding before she gently patted jiheon's head and met chaeyoung's eyes again. "yeah, i met heonie through yujin. your maknae was pretty excited and shocked when she learned that i'm friends with yujinie."
the rest of fromis_9 looked at hyunseol with their mouths forming into 'o' and laughed at their maknae's reaction while chaeyoung remained her eyes on hyunseol with a dazed look over her face. mainly, her eyes were focused on the latter's lips and how it stretched into the brightest smile she ever seen (with jiheon being in second).
"txt, come on! bang pd-nim is waiting!"
"we'll be there!", txt loudly replied back and bowed to the nine girls with hyunseol smiling at chaeyoung last as she finally pulled away from jiheon's hug before the six-membered group ran off to their manager.
chaeyoung was left looking at hyunseol's face until txt disappeared behind the elevator doors and snapped out of her trance, hoping her members didn't notice her odd behavior.
jiheon, who noticed her unnie's actions, smirked and looked away with a shake of her head.
start of interest
chaeyoung didn't exactly know when and how she starts to get interested on hyunseol, but once she heard jiheon blasting some txt songs in their dorm, she knew she'll end up thinking about the txt member more than once.
she doesn't know how to ask jiheon about hyunseol without getting suspicious, but when she gave up to her curiosity, she asked jiheon and the latter surprisingly answered all of her questions like who hyunseol was, what her favorite foods are, etc.
the maknae was so receptive in answering her questions chaeyoung was starting get suspicious of jiheon and confronted the latter about her behavior one day.
"you're interested on seol unnie, so i'm just helping your interest on her grow even more."
"s-so you knew? ever since?"
"yeah, and don't worry, i didn't tell unnie about your... sudden interest on her. i'm evil, but not that evil."
but those words alone didn't convince chaeyoung and that drove her in asking the maknae. "why are you helping me when you already knew that i'm interested on seol?"
"why not?", jiheon retaliates with a smirk. "besides you're attracted to tall people, right? unnie, i told you that seol unnie is tall tall. she's like 5'11 foot, unnie."
chaeyoung could only blink at the maknae's words with her lips slightly apart. "oh, also unnie." she looks at jiheon and sees the latter looking at her in a serious matter.
"don't fall for seol unnie too hard. you're not the only idol who is interested on her."
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ive — kim gaeul (김가을) ⸻ late 2021 - present
first meeting
(be warned: slight angst)
when gaeul first met hyunseol, it happened when she caught yujin and wonyoung sneaking out of the dorm at the late of the night after a hectic schedule.
when the two got caught, yujin answered with a pleading voice, "wonyoung and i needed to meet someone. please, unnie, let us go."
"can i tag along with you guys? just to make sure you two will come back home safe."
yujin and wonyoung looked at each other for a moment and shrugged before gaeul changed her clothes.
after hitching a taxi, gaeul couldn't help but wonder who the person yujin and wonyoung were trying to go to this late
when gaeul decides to ask who this person is, yujin just answers with a nonchalant shrug, "you'll meet her when we get there" while wonyoung tried her best not to fully break down right there and then.
due to her members' odd behavior, gaeul didn't bother to ask again and has fallen so deep in her thoughts she didn't realize the taxi had already stopped if it weren't for yujin who pulled her out of her thoughts.
when they stepped out of the vehicle, gaeul realized they are in front of an apartment building before wonyoung walked inside first, hurry present in her steps and yujin led gaeul inside.
gaeul then saw someone waiting by the lobby, talking to the receptionist and to her surprise, yujin and wonyoung immediately ran to that stranger, pulling the latter in their arms.
seol, who was the stranger, got startled and turned to the two tallest members of ive, worry plastered on her face when she heard sniffles from them.
gaeul accidentally caught seol's eyes and the latter bowed at her before the former immediately looked away with a blush, her heartbeat consuming her sense of hearing before she chastised herself for even reacting that way and gently pinched herself.
"come on, let's take this in my apartment", seol says as she keeps an eye outside the building for unsuspecting sasaengs lurking in the shadows.
after a painfully 1 minute in the elevator, the txt member led the three ive members inside her apartment and to her living room before grabbing some tissues and water bottles with a few snacks in the kitchen.
"here, some water, tissues, and snacks. now tell me what's happened."
gaeul took the single seat across her members while keeping her attention on the older girl while seol took a seat between yujin and wonyoung who immediately clung on the txt member.
she saw how seol kept her attention on yujin who was crying on the latter's shoulder while letting out the problems ive is experiencing under the media's cruel hand as wonyoung buried her head against seol's arm, tears adorning her cheeks.
and soon, gaeul found herself crying along with yujin and wonyoung when the topic reached to the most sensitive ones like how the netizens made liz uncomfortable wearing the clothes she likes, how leeseo was mocked by some fans when she was doing her thanksgiving speech, etc.
but through it all, gaeul always sees seol listening to yujin's rants and vents with undivided attention and open ears.
seeing seol being so caring to her members, attentive to whatever topic they are talking about, and somehow being good at making her members smile made gaeul's heart flutter.
she doesn't know why or how but hearing the short laughters seol and her members share amidst of the sensitive topics, gaeul couldn't help but to view seol in the different light considering she knew there are only a certain group of idols in the industry that could be trusted.
after that small session, seol's phone rang and the bighit idol immediately answered the call before standing up and walking away, leaving the three ive members talk to themselves in the living room.
"so gaeul unnie, what do you think of seol unnie?"
gaeul threw yujin a look and saw a hint of mischief on the way the leader is looking at her, narrowing her eyes at the latter. "why are you looking at me like that?"
"looking at you like what?"
"like you want to start something i don't approve of."
yujin snickers. "wwhhaattt? i do not. you're just jumping into conclusions."
gaeul gets silent while rolling her eyes.
she then looked around and examined every furniture present in the room before she looked at the picture frame beside the tv and spotted seol with a kid seated on her shoulders.
meanwhile, yujin and wonyoung are talking about their oldest while keeping their eyes on the latter, seeing how distracted gaeul is.
after the phone call, seol immediately barged inside and put her phone inside her sweatpants pocket as gaeul noticed a hint of daze in the way the txt member looks at her members but she didn't ponder on that thought any longer.
"hello, sorry. that was my manager. she was asking something, but anyways— why are you looking at me like that, yujin?"
"is it our time to go?", yujin asks.
"go? at this hour? god no, you girls will stay at my guest rooms. i won't let you girls leave, especially now that you know crime rates are high around this time." seol shook her head, the trio only noticing spare clothes in her hands. "now, go change your clothes. the clothes you two left behind days ago are in the closets."
once yujin and wonyoung left to change their clothes, seol turned to gaeul and gave the clothes to the '02 liner with a smile. "here's some spare clothes, gaeul-ssi. i hope you have a good night's sleep tonight."
"why are you doing this?" gaeul's eyes immediately widened when she realized she talks her thought out loud and covered her mouth with a gasp before grabbing the clothes. "uhm, s-sorry, s-sunbaenim. you can just leave that question unanswered, i'll just—"
"it was the right thing to do, gaeul-ssi." the ive member looked at seol to see the latter looking at her with a solemn expression.
"besides, you girls deserve some kindness, not to mention the whole world. we may not be fully acquianted with one another, but i hope you are aware of how much yujin and wonyoung kept saying how proud they are to have members like you, even they don't know if you guys aren't exactly the the type of people to have deep conversation with or not."
seol looked away with a sigh and shook her head. "it's unfair and unfortunate for your group to be targeted by such unkind and mean people in your debut. you girls just want to achieve your dreams and besides you aren't doing anything bad, so..."
"why should they hate your group?"
seol's question kept gaeul up at night thinking as she spent the night looking up at the ceiling filled with glow-in-the-dark stars.
start of interest
gaeul's interest on seol didn't start growing until it was the last week of december 2021 after hyunseol had given six-membered group delievered foods in christmas with a printed note, "hello, ive! merry christmas! i hope you guys have a good day ahead of this special day. i wish i could bring these boxes myself, but i was needed at a short notice in the company. the first box contain your favorite foods while the second contains my gifts for you. merry christmas again 🫶 sincerely, azrael"
at first, the ive members didn't know who this azrael person is and almost called their manager if not for yujin and wonyoung explaining to them that azrael is hyunseol's english name and the bighit idol always used that name for deliveries.
why?, the question gaeul kept asking to herself. why is she so... helpful? caring? kind? pretty? funny? smart? understanding? open-minded? and more positive qualities that somehow describe how perfect she is??
being a curious person herself, she decided to watch some videos about hyunseol and her group that either could be from the group's official account or the fans while she hid in the comfort of her room.
her curiosity and interest not only led her to watching txt's mvs but also the behind-the-scenes, the group's variety show 'to do', and some music awards performances. it eventually led her eyes being glued to her phone screen more often and her members may or may not have noticed her sudden interest on her phone.
as the leader of her group, yujin noticed that gaeul started binge-watching something but whenever she approaches the latter, the oldest always puts her down as if she's afraid to accidentally spilled a secret.
one day, when ive took a break from practicing, yujin saw gaeul wiping her sweat off her face while facing the mirror in the room and immediately approached the latter before dragging the '02 liner out of the room, "gaeul unnie and i will bring some snacks, we'll be right back!"
due to the quick turn of events, poor gaeul didn't get a say in the impromptu hang out. all she could do is follow the leader out before she gets confused when latter asks, "so why are you suddenly being interested on your phone? i've been noticing how much you kept smiling to yourself while watching something in your phone."
i could lie to her and save myself from embarrassment, gaeul thought to herself. or i could say the truth and get this feeling over with.
yujin, sensing the hesitation, immediately added, "if you aren't ready to tell me yet, it's fine. i totally—"
"no, it's okay. i'll say it." gaeul took a deep breath. "it's because seol unnie. i was watching txt's variety show, to do the other day and i was trying not to laugh because i don't want to draw attention to myself while watching."
yujin scratches her nape, trying not to smile and avoiding gaeul's eyes. "well, you kinda failed because you did draw attention to yourself the other day to the point the members kept asking me what you were watching that got you smiling so wide."
gaeul's face fell. oh shit.
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gfriend (former) & viviz — jung eunbi (정은비) ⸻ early 2022 - unknown
first meeting
when eunha first met seol, it was around viviz' comeback for their mini album, beam of prism. she doesn't know why but she could still remember the way how seol laughed at wonyoung's joke when her group entered the interview room (idk what it's called where mcs interview idols just like jangkku interviewed the idols).
the moment the three idols walked in the room, eunha immediately met seol's eyes and saw how the latter's eyes brighten at the sight of her. the bighit idol and jangkku immediately bowed at the three idols while greeting them.
sinb immediately smiled at the sight of the 5'11 foot idol while umji ran to the bighit idol and pulled seol in a hug while the latter let out a loud "umji unnie!"
her two members are close with the txt member ever since their gfriend days and she could always hear umji talking about the bighit idol to their leader, sowon even in the maknae's sleep.
hearing so many stories of seol from umji made eunha grow curious, but she never get the chance to meet the idol herself considering in the industry, hyunseol is known to be everywhere and anywhere. it is only a matter of luck to meet the idol herself.
but eunha didn't expect to see seol hanging out in interview room with the two new mcs out of all places. it's just too... random place to be in.
hyunseol and umji then pulled away from the hug before the latter smacked the arms of the tall girl, earning a groan from the txt member.
"ow, what was that for, unnie?"
"that's for telling me that you won't make it, and this." umji then grabbed ahold of hyunseol's t-shirt and pulled the latter down to her height before kissing the latter's cheek. "is for coming anyways. thank you, seol."
"y-yeah, a-anytime", hyunseol stuttered while blushing. "but unnie, you should know that i was going to tell you that i'll come."
"then why didn't you?" hyunseol could only look at sinb and the latter jerked her head back before her eyes fell on umji.
"so it was you all along?!"
hyunseol took several steps away from the scene and stood beside eunha who suddenly got nervous at the bighit idol's presence beside her.
why? it's because hyunseol was so tall beside her and she admits that the 5'11 foot idol is so prettier up close.
eunha doesn't know if hyunseol being pretttier up close is because of the latter's dimples making an appearance, the way the txt member's eyes disappear in her cheeks whenever she laughs, or maybe the way the bighit idol carries herself with confidence.
like she owns the place (and eunha's heart and the viviz member doesn't know it yet)
but whatever it is, eunha could only feel her heart starts having a rampage inside her chest while her thoughts became about the txt's oldest member.
start of interest
eunha's curiosity on seol didn't get bigger not until she got a birthday gift from her and a bunch of teasing from her fellow viviz and former gfriend members.
"happy birthday, eunha unnie! umji unnie told me the other day your birthday is getting close and well, i want to give you a gift even though we aren't close and acquianted with one another. i hope you have a great day today and i also hope you enjoy my gift. from azrael."
umji could only squeal in excitement once eunha told her friends who gave the gift and what gift was. it was a korean cookbook and a blank notebook to which has another note stuffed between the blank pages. "while you cook various foods, i hope you could make recipes that could satisfy your tastebuds, make you reminisce the past, and make you inspired to do more. use this notebook for the ideas you make because i know you'll do great now and forever, eunha unnie."
"eunha unnie, you received a gift from hyunseol, ahhh!! azrael is her english name if you're wondering." umji then shook her head and sighed with a hint of smile on her face. "but wow, i didn't expect her to go through with it."
"what do you mean?", yerin asks and soon the other five women looked at the youngest, intrigued.
"well, you see, unnies. i dragged hyunseol with me when i was shopping for my birthday gift to eunha unnie the other day since i don't know what to get for eunha unnie."
"then?", sowon asks, clearly interested on the maknae's storytelling.
"well, you know that we're close, right? to the point i shared some random trivias about you guys and everything that happened to us, right?"
yuju answers, "yeah, what about it?"
umji scratches her nape. "well... i told hyunseol from before that eunha unnie likes to cook. although i expected this to happen, i'm still surprised that hyunseol still remembers that info and decides to buy eunha unnie a cookbook and this blank notebook."
"when did you tell her that eunha unnie likes to cook?", sinb inquiries, narrowing her eyes.
"uh... two years ago?" umji looked at her unnies in confusion.
"and hyunseol still remembers that even though it's been two years?!"
eunha could feel herself blush as she held the txt's member's gift close to her chest, unable to join the chaos her six friends were in.
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iz*one (former) and actress — kim minju (김민주) ⸻ early 2020 - present
first meeting
when minju first met hyunseol, it was when she decided to sneak out of the dorm at night. too late in the night that she could get scolded by eunbi, but she couldn't care less.
normally, she goes to the place she frequented, a karaoke bar, but with everything that is happening in her mind and the stress coming from the group schedule, she decided to ditch the bar and let her feet led somewhere new.
and that's why she ended up standing in front of a park that had a kid's playground and some benches around the area that overlooks a riveed.
she was walking towards the nearest bench by the river when she felt a presence nearby and when she was about to run away, a hand with a handkerchief immediately got ahold of her mouth.
tears soon build up in her eyes and fear immediately consumed her as she tried to break free, but a strong scent invaded her sense of smell as she slowly started to feel dizzy.
seconds later, minju could breathe again as she felt the strong grip on her vanishes and tried to catch her balance, but her knees gave up on her.
then a strange thing happened.
another arm had caught her and before she could slap the stranger with the force remaining in her body, she heard a voice that stop her.
"it's okay, minju-ssi. you're safe, i'm here. this bastard won't bother you anymore."
she doesn't know what happened next, but all she could remember was that she fainted.
when she woke up from the terrifying night before, minju finds herself in a bedroom and immediately gets alarmed because the only thought in her mind that time was where the fuck am i?
she looked around the room in panic and found some picture frames settled on the nightstand. once she laid her eyes on the pictures, she slowly recovered from her panic.
oh, so i'm in hyunseol's bedroom, yena unnie's best friend. it kinda looks... like her.
suddenly, the bedroom door opened and showed the txt member holding a bed food tray. the two stared each other for a moment before hyunseol smiled, making minju gulp at the sudden increase of the pace her heart took inside her chest.
"hey, you're finally awake. i was getting worried that you got too affected by what had happened last night."
the bighit idol walked in and placed the tray on the desk table nearby before she sat on the end of the bed and looked at minju solemnly.
"i'm sorry you had to go through the feeling of almost getting kidnapped yesterday." minju looked away and hyunseol immediately regretted saying those words as she stood up and walked up to the food tray, her back facing minju. "sorry."
"what's happened to the suspect?"
"i called the cops on him and threw him behind bars."
"how?" hyunseol could only smile and immediately recomposed herself.
"don't worry about your pretty little head on that. come on, you need to eat breakfast after that ordeal."
hyunseol carefully set the bed food tray on the bed, mindful not to get clumsy in front of minju. once she finished, she placed the silver utensils on the side.
"i don't know what food you usually eat at breakfast, so i hope you like blueberry pancakes and greek yogurt."
"i..." minju didn't know why she feels her heart beats against her ears, but just seeing the '99 liner's effort of preparing breakfast and seeing how nervous hyunseol is if she likes pancakes or not makes a small smile appear on her lips.
"i like it."
hyunseol smiled and nodded while having her eyes trained on her desk table, the feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks getting to her.
"oh okay, that's good to hear. i'll go now so you can enjoy the silence. i hope you enjoy the food, minju-ssi."
but before hyunseol could take a step, minju already stopped her.
"please stay, i could need a friend right now."
starts of interest
minju wasn't supposed to get interest on any idol because she knew it could lead to some kind of scandal and didn't want to bring that kind of damage to her group.
but whenever she hears her fellow member, yena talking about the bighit idol whether it may be because of her unconditional kindness, undeniable charisma, or her outrageous height (yena's exact wording), she couldn't help but remember the time hyunseol took care of her and became true to her words when she asked the bighit idol not to tell anything to yena.
(until now, yena doesn't know the almost kidnapping)
she tried to not to acknowledge the rampaging emotions happening in the deep pits of her stomach whenever she hears hyunseol's name, but whenever she does, her heart pounds with each breath she takes.
she wants to tell the others about the strange feeling she got ever since she and hyunseol talked, but how could she even talk to them without mentioning the part she almost get kidnapped?
sure, eunbi would scold her about that but that's the least of her problems because she's more concerned for mentioning the word, crush.
knowing her members, they would get excited over the fact that she got a possible crush and hyunseol getting known as minju's crush in iz*one is something she isn't ready for.
but she needs to take some risks every now and then and taking risks is what she'll do.
"uh, everyone. i've gathered all of you today to tell you something."
"it sounds pretty serious when you're nervous, minju-ah", chaeyeon voices out her concern while the iz*one members took their seats on the couch and on the carpeted floor.
"i just want to hear your opinions on this because it has been bothering me and makes me feel confused, so please i hope you take this seriously."
the rest of iz*one members look at one another, muttering things minju couldn't understand before they returned their attention on the '01 liner.
"it's okay, minju-ah. you can tell us anything." eunbi's soft motherly voice toned down the anxiety minju felt in her nerves before the latter took a deep breath.
"okay, i think i like hyunseol unnie."
"hyunseol unnie? from txt?" yena immediately stood up on the floor and looked at her member in surprise. "when did you meet her?"
"last week."
looks like she needs to tell them the whole story by how confused they are right now. take another deep breath, minju. you can do this.
"okay, you see. i met hyunseol unnie when i almost got kidnapped last week, but it's okay—"
"what do you mean it's okay?! you almost got kidnapped last week!"
minju retorts back at eunbi, "but it's okay, unnie! i'm okay now! hyunseol unnie saved me—"
"she saved you?", yena repeats before she starts smirking at the younger girl. "she saved you, huh? did we hear that right?"
minju blushed with a sigh. oh boy, she could feel the wave of teasing coming from the girls.
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twice — chou tzuyu (周子瑜) ⸻ late 2019 - present
first meeting
when tzuyu first met hyunseol, it happened at the mma 2019 when nayeon decided to bring newly befriended idols to the twice waiting room with everyone's permission.
the other twice members were resting in the room when nayeon suddenly barged inside with a wide smile on her face.
"hello, everyone!"
"what do you have on your sleeve now, nayeon?", the leader asked the oldest.
"remember my request to bring two friends in the waiting room?"
"yeah, who is it?"
"you'll see." nayeon smirked at momo before she walked up to the door and talked to a pair behind it.
"okay, are you guys ready?"
"go ahead", jeongyeon says, eager present in her voice.
"okay, come on in!"
the door then was pushed open and two tall figures came out, bowing to the jyp group. when the latter finally lifted their head, tzuyu was not disappointed to know the identities of the two strangers are.
kang taehyun and oh hyunseol of tomorrow x together, bighit's newest group and bts' juniors. tzuyu also had heard about the two members especially the various titles several netizens had given the txt's oldest in the span of several months after their debut.
bighit's wildcard, txt's solace, and nation's best friend.
seeing the 5'11 foot idol in front of her somehow made sense why seol was given those titles, although tzuyu feels that two of these titles contradict one another.
in bighit's wildcard, mystery is present around the tall physique of the bighit idol. one look from seol could give tzuyu the shivers she would feel whenever she felt an unsettling sensation in her body.
also, tzuyu had heard from various idols that seol was known to be the hidden ace of bighit, but she doesn't know if those statements held some truth in them.
in txt's solace, tzuyu had seen several videos containing hyunseol and her unconditional love for her members from cooking them food, gifting them expensive yet meaningful gifts, and being the best older sister the other txt members could have.
while the title, nation's best friend is a bit self-explanatory considering the various friendships hyunseol has formed with a variety of idols from different companies.
tzuyu couldn't grasp the question how hyunseol managed to befriend idols from almost all of the groups whether it may be a girlgroup or boygroup, but all she knows is that she feels a bit jealous on the fact that hyunseol could easily make friends without getting involved in dating rumors.
"hello, twice sunbaenim. it's an honor to meet you." taehyun tried to hide behind hyunseol, getting flustered and the latter took notice of it, stepping forward.
meanwhile nayeon looked at her members proud. "see? i told you guys i would eventually befriend her."
hyunseol nodded and smirked at twice's oldest member. "yeah, nayeon unnie was so determined to be friends she even dragged us on the way here."
the '95 liner blushed and pouted. "hey, i told you to not tell them that!"
"you didn't exactly make me swear on txt, nayeon unnie. besides, you were so adamant on befriending me i simply couldn't resist telling them that", hyunseol teased.
the twice members laughed at nayeon who was now smacking hyunseol's arm with the latter letting the older girl do whatever she wants.
"also, i agreed to befriend her because taehyun and i want to give you our albums. we hope we aren't interrupting something when we came in."
jihyo then smiled and stood up. "no, no. you aren't interrupting something. we are actually expecting you since nayeon and jeongyeon had a bet against each other on who you would befriend first."
hyunseol blinked and tilted her head at twice's second oldest. "you... were trying to befriend me earlier?"
jeongyeon blushed and nodded while the rest of twice members noticed the reaction of the second oldest and jihyo turned to hyunseol, confused. "may i ask what happened?"
the txt's oldest member turned red and cleared her throat. "she asked me if i can hang out with her and get drunk after the awards show."
tzuyu has never seen jihyo turn her head so fast until now and doesn't know if she'll laugh at jeongyeon or feel bad. "what did you just say to hyunseol?!"
"i'm sorry! she was in the legal age already, so i thought of inviting her to drink!"
hyunseol speaks once the chaos temporarily stopped, "uhm... i would accept your invitation, jeongyeon unnie, but i don't think the company would allow me. that's why i rejected your offer, sorry."
"so... you're willing to get drunk?"
hyunseol and taehyun shared a look before the former answered whike scratching her nape, "yes, but i never get drunk, momo unnie."
"eh? are you sure?"
"seol noona...", twice then turned their attention on taehyun who suddently got nervous. "has a high alcohol tolerance."
"when did you find out about that one?"
hyunseol and taehyun shared a look once again before the oldest of txt avoided the nine women's eyes.
"when g-idle had a bet against me that i will get drunk first before all of them."
"so who won?"
"of course hyunseol did. that's why she found out she had a high alcohol tolerance."
"so if you—"
the waiting room door then opened and showed txt's manager, yongsun before she bowed to the 3rd gen idol group. "hello, twice. i hope you don't mind me fetching seol and taehyun. the award show is about to start."
"oh, of course we don't mind. we need to get going, anyways." jihyo bowed at txt's manager before she turned towards the two txt members. "thank you for the albums. you can just give them to tzuyu here."
hyunseol then approached twice's maknae and gave txt's album while bowing at the latter. due to her sudden nervousness, the txt's oldest member accidentally touched the other idol's hand.
the 5'11 foot idol blushed and immediately stepped away when tzuyu had grabbed the album from her. this is so embarrassing.
the two txt members and their manager gave their final bow to the girl group before they walked out.
once the trio left, jihyo threw the maknae a look and her eyes widened when she saw the hint of pink invading the latter's cheeks.
start of interest
tzuyu doesn't know if she should let her interest drove her into finding more about seol, but hearing so many txt songs on her way to the agreed rendezvous on the day she will hang out with shuhua doesn't help her decision-making.
she thinks it was god's sign to tell her to give in and she isn't usually the religious type of people, but she doesn't know if she could give it a shot or not because what could she lose in a simple curiosity?
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taking the seat in front of her friend in the café, tzuyu couldn't help but sigh and her action caught shuhua's attention.
"are you okay? did you guys have a rough week at practice?"
"i wish it was from the practice, but no."
shuhua looked at her taiwanese friend and tilted her head. "is it a crush problem?"
tzuyu could only nod in embarrassment and shuhua's jaws drop. talking about crushes is normal between them, but tzuyu's crushes? that's rare, considering tzuyu herself finds it hard to get interested on people.
"so... what's wrong?"
"i don't know if i'm just curious about her or have a crush."
her. shuhua pondered. tzuyu might like a another female idol.
"first of all, who is it?", shuhua asks before she takes a bite off her blueberry crêpe.
"oh hyunseol."
shuhua immediately choked on her food and tzuyu went to her aid, giving the g-idle member a drink. once shuhua finally got to breathe, she croaked as she looked at her friend with wide eyes. "oh hyunseol? really, her?"
"yeah. what seems the problem?"
"i'm surprised that you have a crush, but having a crush on oh fucking hyunseol? that's expected."
"why?"
shuhua ran her hands over her face and breathed out, the pain from getting choked is slowly decreasing. "i know you don't care about what netizens think, but i also hope you know what you're getting into."
tzuyu's eyebrows creased together. what does she mean by that?
shuhua added, "other than being known as nation's best friend, she is also has the reputation as being nation's heartbreaker by the netizens who hate on txt for fun."
"how? how did she become a heartbreaker?" tzuyu then took a sip of her coffee.
"because netizens think hyunseol intentionally make friends with every group to flirt with one member and break their hearts after."
"but what do you think? yuqi sunbae is friends with hyunseol unnie, right?" tzuyu took three bites of her chocolate cake.
"my advice? go for it." tzuyu's head shot up in surprise, her mouth filled with cake. "what? just because netizens think of hyunseol that way doesn't mean i believe their words. besides, i've already met seol unnie and believe me when i say that netizens are just jealous of her and her friendships with various idols.
"but it's still your choice, you know if you wanna pursue your feelings or not."
tzuyu finished her cake as she finally decided before she speaks up, "i have a question."
"ask away."
"is there any chance that you'll like seol too?"
shuhua smirks, raising a brow. "aww, are you jealous i might take her away?"
shuhua's teasing made tzuyu blush like a madman and smack her friend's arm. "n-no, i-i'm just curious."
"sure, ms. curious." shuhua took a sip of her drink and chuckled before looking at the tall girl with a serious expression.
"if i'm not so stupidly in love with soojin? i would." shuhua cleared her throat, blushing as she looked away. "like hyunseol, i mean. but luckily, i already have soojin with me, so there's no need for me to join the chaos of being attracted with seol."
tzuyu then fell in silence after that.
is it really a curse to like seol?
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red velvet — kim yerim (김예림) ⸻ late 2019 - present
first meeting
when yeri first met seol, it was when the latter accidentally got lost in the asia artist awards backstage. red velvet members saw her looking around the hallway frantically and irene decided to lend a hand as the leader of her group.
"oh, shit!" hyunseol jumped as she felt cold fingers wrapped themselves around her right arm. she turned around to see the five red velvet members and her eyes widened when she realized what she said.
"oh, i'm sorry, sunbaes. it wasn't me, it was azrael. i'm sorry, i'm sorry." the txt member bowed profusely and the sm idols chuckled, making hyunseol's ears turn red.
"azrael, huh? i heard that you're one of the english speakers of your group." wendy starts a conversation in english.
hyunseol's eyes slightly widen with familiarity and nodded. "yeah, i am. nice to meet you and your group, wendy unnie. i hope you didn't mind me swearing in front of you."
wendy chuckled and patted hyunseol's arm. "we don't mind. besides, we curse too, you know. just not around irene unnie, though."
hyunseol's lips twisted into a pout and wendy chuckled again. "but don't worry, she won't mind now considering we did scare you. anyways, what's wrong? we kept seeing you looking around the place."
"yeah, you look like a lost puppy looking around."
"a cute puppy", yeri mutters and joy's eyes rose in mischief, trying not to smirk.
but it seems that the txt's oldest member hadn't heard yeri's words and hung her head low. "i've lost my members in the sudden surge of crowd and now, i'm trying to find them, but it's been unsuccessful so far."
"did you know where your waiting room is?", irene asks, her motherly instincts coming out for a moment.
"no, unnie. my manager was leading us to our waiting room when i lost them."
"aww, don't worry, i'm sure we can help you find them", seulgi consoled as she patted the tall idol's arm, smiling.
hyunseol scratched her cheek. "uhm, i'm not worried about getting lost. it's more like getting worried for my members—"
"seol noona, where are you?!"
the loud voices of yeonjun and huening kai cut hyunseol off as it boomed through the hallway, startling all idols and staffs present in the area including red velvet.
"anddd that's what i'm talking about." hyunseol then sighed and turned to the 3rd gen group with an apologetic look. "sorry, my members tend to panic or feel edgy whenever they realized i wasn't with them or they lost me."
"separation anxiety?", joy asked.
"no, it's just the fear of leaving me behind, especially the maknae. huening kai grew protective of his older members." hyunseol ran a hand through her hair and threw her wristwatch a look, her eyes widening a little bit.
"anyways, i need to go. i'll see you around, sunbaes." hyunseol bade goodbye before she shouted, her hands around her mouth. "yeonjun, huening kai!"
"seol noona?! wave your hands so we can see you!"
hyunseol then did what she was told and turned back to the five sm idols, giving them a wave before she turned around again and walked away.
"w-who was that?" yeri finally got her voice back after being so speechless in front of the tall stranger.
"it's txt seol, nation's best friend and nation's heartbreaker."
start of interest
yeri is aware of her sudden interest on txt's oldest member (she found out that seol is the oldest when she stumbled upon the group's official website) after hearing the title the idol earned in the span of several months after debut from seulgi.
and through nayeon, the idol she is currently hanging out with, yeri's interest on seol has been amplified. especially after the twice member's story with hyunseol's birthday gift for another twice member, jihyo.
"jihyo was so happy that hyunseol remembered her birthday and got her a bunch of clothes as a gift, especially the ones that are good for the skin."
nayeon sighed and placed her chin on her hand. "jihyo's so lucky to receive a gift like that." the twice member then looked at yeri to see the latter deep in her thoughts while staring at now-lukewarm coffee before gently nudging the younger girl.
"are you okay? you're spacing out. what's on your mind?"
"hyunseol." nayeon jerked her head back at the quick response.
"hyunseol? why is she on your mind? did something happen to you two?"
"no, i'm curious about her." yeri then threw the twice member a look. "seulgi unnie referred hyunseol as the nation's best friend and nation's heartbreaker. i'm curious how she got both of those titles when they're contradicting one another."
"oh, that." nayeon suddenly got quiet for a moment and sighed before speaking up again. "the nation's heartbreaker isn't true, though. male fans of various girl groups gave that title to her because they are jealous of her and what she is capable of, knowing their idols are at seol's disposal."
"those fans are aware of their idols' crush on seol?"
"some idols talked about it in vlive while some kept it secret. those obsessive male fans are jealous of seol because she has the confidence and freedom to talk their idols while they don't."
"is all of that true?"
nayeon shook her head as she sipped her coffee before she put the cup down and speaks, "god no, but it was the observation between me and jihyo had after tzuyu started liking seol."
yeri looked at nayeon stunned and when the latter noticed her behavior, nayeon just raised a brow back. "what? you think everyone is immune to seol's charm?"
"i just didn't think—"
"think that tzuyu will like seol?" yeri nodded. "most idols call it seol's curse, you know."
seol's curse?
"it was called seol's curse because seol has so many admirers she'll have a hard time dealing with them." nayeon finished her cake with two bites and wiped her mouth with a napkin while yeri looked down at her hands.
"you know, jihyo and i felt bad for her because apparently, she didn't want to get involved in this mess and despite the chaos happening in seol's life, she could still keep a smile on her lips."
"but..." yeri then looked up and met nayeon's eyes trained on her. "there's nothing wrong with liking seol, especially if you're not doing anything bad. as long as you still respect her as a human being who has feelings, then you can still continue being infatuated with her."
nayeon then placed her hand over yeri and smiled at the younger girl. "i know what you've heard of seol and please believe me when i say what the netizens kept saying negative things about seol isn't true."
nayeon gently squeezed yeri's hand. "seol is an innocent person and she didn't mean to make almost every female idol to fall in love with her, so please..."
"don't let the opinions of others change your view of her because you'll miss the real story."
"i-i won't, nayeon unnie. i-i promise."
who are you really, oh hyunseol? and why are you so mysterious?
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female idols who almost got a crush or stopped having a crush on seol
kang hyewon - almost; reason: already have fallen in love with eunbi
kim chaewon - stopped; reason: claims seol being bad for her heart (her exact words: she's too much of a green flag)
cho miyeon - stopped; reason: doesn't want to be rejected by seol by the time she'll confess
seo soojin - almost; reason: already in love with shuhua
kim jiwon (liz) - almost; reason: wants no drama in the group
lee joowon (jooe) - stopped; reason: afraid of the scandals
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Special Gifts
☃︎ Kenyu Yukimiya x f! reader
☃︎ Warning: not prof-read, little OOC,
☃︎ Misc: Word Count: 1k+ 12 days of Christmas special with the Blue Lock Boys. Starting with the model himself Kenyu Yukimiya. Hope you enjoy it.
☃︎ In which you have a famous boyfriend
{Y/n}'s famous boyfriend Kenyu Yukimiya was standing in front of cameras, they clicked off, and the bright lights surrounded him. {Y/n} sat in her chair watching for a while then getting on her phone.
The female was looking through her gift list. Christmas was around the corner and she still had a few more gifts to get for Kenyu. She had been sneaking around for his gifts. It was easy though since sometimes he showed up late due to work.
Kenyu was standing in front of the cameras posing as he was told showing off the outfit her was wearing. He looked past the camera to see his girlfriend on her phone. She wasn't paying attention and that bothered him.
Kenyu maybe thought she was busy with her own work so he didn't say anything. The cameras flashed getting him back to work. A few hours later he was done with work for the day.
Kenyu walked up behind {Y/n}. When he laid his arm on her in a fast manner she put her phone away.
"Hey, Yuki. Are you done with modeling already?" The female asked turning around to give him a kiss.
Kenyu was a little skeptical about what she was doing but let it go. "Yeah wanna get something to eat, {N/n}?"
"Sure, I know a place." {Y/n} got off her chair taking her boyfriend's hand as they walked out of the building and into the car. {Y/n} drove them to a restaurants.
"How do you know this place?" Kenyu asked looking up at the building that was located amid everything else, easy to be hidden.
"I used to come here with my Ex-" {Y/n} says walking toward the building
Kenyu stood there watching his girlfriend walk into the building. Those words about her ex struck him. Is that why she's been so sneaking? Because she is with her ex again.
"No."
{Y/n} looked back at her boyfriend seeing him still standing there. "You ok, Yuki?"
"Yeah, sorry babe," The male caught up with his girlfriend taking her hand as they walked into the restaurant.
They were seated at a table kinda far in the back. They sat across from each other. {Y/n} got on her phone looking at more gifts for Kenyu.
Meanwhile {Y/n} was getting on Kenyu's nerves. She has been on her phone all day. Has she really been talking to her ex again? Or some other guy that wasn't him. These thoughts swarmed up in his mind.
The only time {Y/n} put down her phone was when they ordered. But she picked it right back up. This bothered Kenyu so much. She brought him here and didn't even talk to him.
But neither did Kenyu. He didn't start a conversation if {Y/n} would have no interest in the conversation. They ate their supper and went home. Even the car ride was quiet. It bothered Kenyu even more than at the restaurant.
But there was a reason why {Y/n} didn't talk. She didn't want to leak any present she was getting so if she kept her mouth shut then nothing would come out.
But she didn't know what Kenyu was feeling. She just thought he didn't want to talk and due to everything and work it was tiring to him.
When they got home Kenyu went straight toward their bedroom while {Y/n} went to the living room as she was on her phone again tracking packages.
Kenyu went through his girlfriend's stuff trying to find anything suspicious. But there was nothing. Maybe it was all in his head and there was nothing to worry about.
He decided to change into something more comfortable. As he was walking out of the room her looked at the calendar. "What!" He screamed confused. He looked closely and saw Christmas was in a week.
He hadn't gotten his girlfriend anything. What was he going to do?
A few days later Kenyu was traveling from mall to mall trying to find gifts. Along with the number of times he had been stopped by fans to take a picture with him. It was really hard for him to find something.
But as he was looking there were also a few thoughts swarming his mind. Why was {Y/n} being so sneaky and around the house. But he just let it all go. She wasn't cheating and if she was {Y/n} would have said something earlier.
He walked in and out of stores only coming out with a few items. Not enough for the beauty herself. It was hard to find gifts for her since he bought her anything she wanted. Or she had everything she wanted.
Though Kenyu had to push through and find new items for his beloved girlfriend.
{Y/n} was sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone. She had just finished wrapping her boyfriend's presents and put them all under the tree.
She tried to call Kenyu but he didn't answer so she tried again and this time he answered.
"Hey, Yuki dear. What are you doing? And when are coming home? I miss you," she rambled on not letting the person on the other end answer.
"Hey, {N/n}--" Kenyu didn't know what to say, he couldn't leak where he was she could get suspicious. "I took a swing into work. I'll be back in a bit. I miss you too."
"Do you really miss me? You've been out all day and haven't texted me?" She whined.
Kenyu could tell his girlfriend was bored and really wanted him home, but he needed to find the perfect gift. "I do miss you. I'm just a little busy. I'll be home soon I promise."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
The male hung up the phone. He kept walking and walking. That was until he stumbled upon the perfect gift. He entered the store and asked if they had the item in the window. The employee said yes and got it for him.
The employee rang up the item and it came to $525. An expensive gift for his one and only. When he got home he saw {Y/n} who was longer home.
It was lucky for him as he could take the gifts in and wrap them. He had to be quick though and he was. As he was putting them under the tree {Y/n} arrived home.
Kenyu rushed to the couch and sat down. The female walked into the house with bags in her hand. She saw Kenyu sitting on the couch and dropped on her items. She ran to the couch and snuggled into her boyfriend.
The two sat there for a while forgetting the bags on the ground. They even turned on the TV and watched some shows. They even fell asleep and woke up the next morning. Christmas Eve morning.
{Y/n} woke up and gave Kenyu a kiss on the cheek. She looked at the time seeing it was pretty early and it was Christmas Eve.
"Oh shit!" {Y/n{ jolted up from the couch. "It's Christmas Eve!"
Kenyu slowly opened his eyes to see {Y/n} jumping up and down toward the tree. She grabbed a present then back to the couch and gave it to Kenyu.
"I have your Christmas Eve present, Yuki, dear." She handed him the present for him to open.
He sat up on the couch taking the present. "Thank you, {N/n}, darling." Carefully he unwrapped the present and was greeted with a white box. Curiously he opened the white box and saw a watch, an expensive watch at that.
"Babe, what the fuck is this? For a Christmas Eve present at that!" He was shocked, to say the least.
"You've been eyeing it for a while so I thought to buy it for you," A bg smile was plastered on her face.
Kenyu set down the watch and got up to grab her gift. He had no idea what to expect especially since what she got him. "Here's your gift, {N/n}, darling."
She unwrapped the gift without hesitation, unlike her boyfriend who was careful. She opens the box with a smile on her face. She took the item out and held it up high to show him, he nodded and was happy that she was happy.
"Thank you, Yuki! I'll use it every day."
It was a simple gift, a blanket. A heated blanket to be more specific. But she liked it so much.
The day they cooked made cookies and went on a walk. The weather was nice not too cold, it was just right for a jacket and they were ok.
And before they knew it they had fallen asleep in bed and Christmas day had arrived.
{Y/n} ran downstairs into the kitchen. She made coffee and a light breakfast. Kenyu slowly trailed behind. After a nice cup of coffee, he was awake.
When they were done eating, both of them sat by the tree. They each grabbed a present and handed it to each other. They liked each other's gifts one more than the other showed it.
Finally, they were making it down and soon {Y/n} was going to open the biggest gift Kenyu got.
"I got this for you. I hope you like it, and if not I'll return it." He gave her the gift.
{Y/n} carefully unwrapped the gift. It was a bag. She pulled the item out of the bag and was shocked her mouth agape.
"What in the fucking world did you get me, Yukimiya!" It was a long puffy white dress with butterflies dropping at the bottom. The sleeves are white flowers with butterflies on them.
"Do you like it?" He asked unsure if she was shocked and happy or shocked and mad.
"No, I fucking love it! Thank you so much, Yuki, dear!" {Y/n} set the gift down and gave him a big hug giving kisses all over his face. "I love you so much!"
"I love you too."
a/n: My first Christmas special. It took me so long to get done but I got it done.
#blue lock#fanfic#bllk#blue lock manga#blue lock x reader#kenyu yukimiya x reader#christmas special#blue lock kenyu#blue lock yukimiya#mk. oneshots#mk. blue lock
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Payback
Pairing: Jiu x Fem!8thMember!Reader
Warnings / Misc. -- Smut
Word Count: 2,317
Summary: Jiu gets needy, and it's all your fault. She intends to even the score.
Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.
A/N: Hi again, everyone! I hope you guys are having a good morning / day / night wherever you are. Here’s Jiu’s story; next up is Gahyeon! :)
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Y/N & Jiu’s Room – DC Dorm
Seated in the middle of her bed and hard at work on a new song for the group’s next album, Jiu sighed heavily. Her jaw clenched a time or two out of habit, trying to rid itself of the tension it held within.
A few lyrics were etched onto the pages of the notebook that laid in front of her crossed legs – some scribbled out while others had symbols or arrows above them in her best attempt at organization. Finding the right words was nearly impossible, and she’d been going in circles for the last half hour on how the chorus alone should flow.
Put simply, she was frustrated.
So, she laid her pencil down and pushed the notebook away, intending to make a trip to the kitchen for a short break.
Her sock-clad feet made contact with the hardwood as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, stretching them out for the first time in hours. She briefly reveled in the feeling, glad to rid her muscles of the ache they had to endure.
But as she stood up to leave, a notification lit her phone screen up, drawing her attention.
She grabbed it from the bedside table, pausing for a second to look at the smiling picture of you that she had set as her wallpaper.
Once she unlocked it, she found that the notification was from Weverse, and it was of your doing.
She clicked it without hesitation and read the caption that you wrote, feeling a grin grow on her face all the while: “It’s almost time, Somnies! Here’s some behind the scenes pics since you’ve been so patient ;)) #Y/NSoloD-7!”
She tutted and rolled her eyes at your habit of flirting, but she opened the pictures and began to look through them nonetheless. She returned to her initial position on the bed, promising herself she’d take her break once she was done.
You were far more important, after all.
The first image was of you sitting in front of a table full of snacks that fans had prepared, with a goofy grin and two thumbs up aimed proudly at the camera.
The second featured you perched on the shoulders of two of the backup dancers with a prop cowboy hat pulled down to cover your face. Your arms were locked at the elbow as you mimicked a robot, and the two dancers were looking at one another skeptically, like you were crazy. Jiu could tell that you had forced them to just trust you and to go with it, probably saying that the fans would enjoy your oddness.
The smile on her face widened at the thought of that.
But, almost as quickly as it had appeared, that sweet expression of hers faltered.
When she swiped one final time and your third picture came into view, she suddenly understood why so many fans were commenting and liking the post at the speed of light.
It was a solo shot of you in front of the mirror, holding your phone at an angle that captured both your front and back. Her eyes tracked the curve of your spine in the reflection and stopped at your ass, which she admired like a horny teenager. The pants that you wore were one of her favorite pairs on you, and she shook her head at the notion that you had purposefully planned all of this with the intention of ruining her.
Perhaps it was retribution for the orgasm you’d been denied of a few nights ago, after she had so cruelly gotten you worked up. A phone call had stolen her away from you right before you reached ecstasy, and by the time she returned you had already helped yourself to a lackluster high that paled in comparison to what she could’ve given. Even she felt a little remorseful for that one.
So she took this "punishment" in stride. She followed the beads of sweat that ran down your neck and chest, taking a deep breath as they disappeared behind what little bit of cover your cropped tank top provided. Your sports bra prevented her from seeing as much of your chest as she wanted, but part of her was grateful – after all, she wasn’t the only one with access to the picture.
Your exposed midriff begged for her attention next, and she paid it without a second thought. All of your hard work was evident, showcased by the toned lines of your abdomen that she wanted so badly to touch. To kiss. To ride.
The smirk on your face lied partially out of frame, and that familiar, arrogant gesture made her thighs press together instinctually. It conjured up a million memories, all of which were only speakable under the cover of night or tucked away in the safety of your bedroom.
Mental images of your head nestled between her thighs, right where it belonged, as you serviced and worshipped her until she couldn’t speak.
The surreal, almost tangible feeling of your lips ghosting across her skin caused her eyes to flutter shut.
Without you there to hold, her hands felt empty. They yearned to touch you, and only you; she would’ve given anything to have you alone for just ten minutes, free of distraction and interruption. Hours weren’t enough time for her when it came to you, but she could recognize in hindsight that that may have been a bit greedy.
Because now, she was aching for anything she could get.
She settled back against her pillows and hastily propped her phone up, dizzy with her thoughts of you.
Her selfish hands found their way along her own body, given their inability to be on you instead.
They caressed the areas you loved so much – perhaps in a silent, unseen ode to you – and her breathing soon grew heavier. One went to her chest while the other dared to travel lower, directly between her trembling thighs. Her body hummed for you, despite the distance that separated you; it called in all the ways it knew how, and she was left to deal with the fallout.
When her fingertips dipped into her panties, warm arousal instantly coated them, showing her just how easy she was for you. You ruled her without even knowing it.
She kept her eyes on the picture of you for as long as possible, committing every beautiful detail to memory; but when her fingers brushed against her most sensitive spot, she couldn't stop her eyes from fluttering shut again.
Your name tumbled past her trembling lips in a broken whisper, spoken like a prayer.
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DCC Building – Practice Room 3
“Y/N, take five, yeah?” Jun, the lead choreographer, asked, drawing in a succession of deep breaths as his hands rested on his knees.
From your place on the floor, you raised a weak arm into the air and extended a thumb up to the ceiling. He chuckled at the state you were in before ultimately deciding to have mercy, for a change.
His soft footsteps resounded around the practice room as he left for a break, and you used what remaining energy you had left to push yourself off of the floor and into a sitting position.
Your back pressed to the wall behind you, and you took a moment to revel in the coldness of its surface. Every fiber of your being was worn out; after giving you an extra long break to post on Weverse, Jun had upped the ante and made you run through the song multiple times without stopping. You knew it was necessary and entirely worth it, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t (mentally) complain about it in the meantime.
A staff member entered the room with a cooler of water in tow in the midst of your sulking, and you studied her face for a moment, convinced that she must have been the closest thing to god you’d ever seen.
You bowed deeply when she handed you one of them, and she simply laughed and shook her head in response before giving the others to the stray dancers that were also laying in heaps on the floor.
You retreated to your corner again and nearly drained the bottle in one go; a chime from your phone, however, stopped you at about the ¾ mark, and you begrudgingly pulled away. When you noticed that Jiu’s contact picture was pulsating at the top of your screen, a foolish grin made its way to your face and you hastily sealed the bottle back up before unlocking your phone.
In hindsight, you considered your grin foolish because of how quickly it dissolved.
Minji ❤️🔥💍
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You clicked on her name, completely oblivious to what you had just done. You had expected, perhaps, a cute image of Cherry playing, or even something embarrassing of one of the members that could’ve been used as blackmail if they ever got on your nerves.
To say you were unprepared to receive a nude from Minji would’ve been the understatement of the century.
Soft lamplight cast across her body as she laid there, elegantly splayed out in the middle of her bed and completely bare – two observations that both knocked the wind from your lungs and caused a sound that you’d never quite made before to leave them. The dancers across the room didn’t seem to notice or care, though, and you thanked your lucky stars for that.
You tilted your phone down to ensure that no one else had the chance to see her in such a way before resuming your bout of admiration. Your heart thrummed wildly in your chest, beating something fierce for the woman on the other side of your screen.
Her cheeks and chest were vibrant with a crimson blush that spread across her fair skin beautifully, looking straight out of a painting. Her nipples were peaked and a little swollen, both from arousal and the exposure that they were receiving. You could imagine that she'd been toying with them, just as you always did.
Your mouth watered at the sight.
The angle allowed you to see two of her fingers buried deep inside of her pussy, and her eyes were big and pleading as she peered up at the camera through her long lashes. The muscles of her arm and stomach were flexed, and you could only assume that she had been writhing and rutting unabashedly in pursuit of her high as she snapped the picture.
Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, swollen and rosy just like her clit.
The furrow of her brow – paired with the slight blur of motion – made you realize just how close she must’ve been when she took the picture; you felt warmth pool in your abdomen at the filthy thought of that alone.
She wanted you to see what you did to her – needed you to be with her in that moment more than anything, no matter what – and that lit a fire in you that only she was capable of sparking.
Another chime resounded.
Minji❤️🔥💍
Like your payback, baby? ;) Come home soon and you might get a taste…
You cleared your throat and stood up at once, feeling lightheaded from what she was doing to you. Your tired body protested, but you didn’t pay it any mind; the throbbing between your thighs outshined everything else, begging for a kind of relief that only she could provide.
The strap of your bag slid into your hand a mere moment later, and you made quick work of exiting the practice room.
When you passed by Jun in the hall, marching as if on a mission, he called after you. You shot a reply over your shoulder, sounding as convincing as you could manage. When he didn't follow after you, you let out a thankful sigh of relief.
Flying appeared to be a new skill that you’d acquired somewhere along the way, considering you made it down three flights of stairs in all of ten seconds. Your muscles again ached fiercely by the time you arrived at your car in front of the building, but you pushed the feeling down and clambered to produce your keys from your bag.
Once inside, you threw the hefty thing into the passenger's seat and placed your phone in the cupholder. Fastening your seatbelt came next, but before you had a chance to start the car, one final, torturous ding sounded off.
With a shaky hand, you retrieved your phone.
Minji ❤️🔥💍
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Tick tock… round two is starting any minute.
After reading the message, you opened her attachment.
Cum was spread across her fingers, slick and glistening in the low light of the room as she showcased it proudly, all for you. The veins of her hand were prominent as she strategically posed it in front of her face, preying on your weakness. Her jawline was sharp – made even more attractive by the shadows that cast across it – and the unmarked skin of her neck practically begged to be claimed by you.
Upon further inspection, you noticed that a bit of cum was visible on her lips, too, which tugged into a sexy smirk at the top of the frame.
Her impatience had led her to taste herself – a revelation that made your clit throb in anticipation.
She had pretended her fingers were your own as her tongue worked over them, swirling and obediently lapping at her release as she pictured your body hovering over her.
Mental images – a million possibilities of what could happen when you arrived – flooded your mind as you raised your trembling hands to the steering wheel and started the car. It came to life in a second, and you were pulling out of your parking spot faster than you could blink.
….
What was the speed limit again?
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hiii. after watching class of 3000 what character interactions do u think would be most fun to explore. I almost typed explode
YAAAAY this is such a good question !!!!!! honestly as an ensemble cast i feel like class of 3000 overall balances itself and its cast interactions out pretty well (lil d, eddie, and philly phil maybe get some more extra centric episodes in my opinion though. granted it makes sense for lil d since there was an interview where andre said that the character was supposed to in some way kind of be based off him as a kid/his experiences in school)
ALL THAT TO BE SAID !!
pretty much tamika and anybody else. being fully transparent, this is bias cuz tamika is arguably one of my faves of the show and while she does actually get moments to shine i feel like shes just a liiiittle underutilized. when they start using her to set up gags about eddie being clearly infatuated with her instead of that being more of a consistent background detail it starts really negatively effecting the writing of both characters imo. she and madison have some charming bits and that episode where theyre paired up together but i would have also loved to see more of a dynamic between her and kim !! kim's very artistic and expressive and wants to be something of a trendsetter but is obviously (for very reasonable 12 year old reasons, i think) invested in still being apart of the "in" crowd and other people's perception of her, and i think that mirror's tamika's whole thing of being cool and tough but being afraid that that image might be compromised if she lets more of her softer side come through (her collecting dolls, baking cookies with her goofball dad, and actually really enjoying very mushy displays of affection for example) rather nicely ! plus their instruments (turn tables, misc percussive instruments and the harp) would go nicely together imo
I ALSO THINK tamkia and lil d would be fun to explore !!!!!! they kind of start off strong in the beginning of the first season but theres less of it as the show goes on which is a shame ! its funny to watch them squabble almost like siblings but its very clear that they still like and care about each other-- i mean in one episode where tamika goes to hang out with some other girls lil d laments that he misses her threatening him and when she shoves him he exclaims "we missed you tamika !!!" very earnestly !!! it would be nice to explore tamika's side of that yknow !!!
maybe the writers thought philly phil and madison were too similar since theyre both kind of eccentric goofballs to have them paired up more often but i think they could play off each other really nicely ! after all madison is supposed to be more of a ditzy but friendly hippie type and philly phil's mostly just socially inept and kind of clumsy, i think you could find a lot of comedy potential balancing that
i also think philly phil and kam could have gotten more screen time as a duo, seeing as they have the whole geek and nerd dichotomy going on. kam is more of a skeptic whereas philly phil seems to be more willing to believe in things like aliens and santa claus and unicorns even though hes a "man of science", i think it was a real missed opportunity to not have him and kam maybe get into friendly arguments about it or something, or maybe realize they have converging interests (like kam's belief/enthusiasm for bigfoot)
i like lil d and eddie's friendship ! it read to me like eddie was the closest to lil d out of everyone in the group, and i say that even without taking "eddie's money" into consideration (even though thats a great showcase i feel like as to what im talking about !) like everytime lil d needs to pay for something and hes just like "its whatever eddie's got it" eddie just does with very little to no complaint, idk !!! i just like em. plus i think they illustrate again some of the stuff andre was talking about in his goal of exploring the culture of atlanta and his own experiences there since lil d and eddie come from bankhead and buckhead respectively, and him (andre 3000 i mean) mentioning that he went to school on the other side of town with a whole bunch of ppl including the mayor's kids lol
i just love sunny's little individual mentor moments with the kids in general !!!!!! obviously he and lil d are big one and kind of the show's highlight for obvious reasons, but i also really love the one on one moments he gets with kim, which happen way more often than i initially expected !!! i would have loved to see him sort of guide and mentor again tamika a bit more too again to possibly help her reconcile both elements of her identity as both a no-nonsense butt-kicker and somebody with more "childish" or "girly" interests. and also him and philly phil, just because i think. it would be zany. and good for hijinks.
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OKAY OKAY and i don't wanna get off anon so you'll have to make do with links and not pictures, sorry</33
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AMARANTHINE
❝the eternal flower❞
❝all who lasts forever❞
❥ Amaranthine, All Who Lasts Forever, is a kindhearted deity, one with a strong sense of duty to their role as the guardian of the afterlife. Her words are measured, courteous and tactful, and are rather charming. Though every once in a while, she assumes a more innocent, child-like demeanor. She is sincere, and though she keeps a few secrets to her chest, and approach the world a blend of optimism and skepticism.
❥ She's fond of mortals, but prefers to keep them at arm's length.
✿ As the overseer of the underworld city of Lucidio, she holds the administrative role of sorting through logistics and resolving conflict within. Even under Luciel's guidance, she poured over the ancient texts of the Tesata Diceraga to learn of the underworld -- and furthermore, all the inner workings of divinity and mortals alike.
◉ Although most deities' Revelation reveals to them their special powers, Amaranthine only knows that her Revelation grants her a deeper connection with the Universe than others. Unable to communicate directly or see its visions as clearly as the Seer, her connection instead gave her a supernatural intuition, even by a god's standards. She senses what others cannot, see what others do not; and while they don't always work when she needs them to, a god can always count on them to be correct.
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MISC. & TRIVIA
Despite liking her job, Amaranthine wishes things weren't so monotonous
She's incredibly touch-averse, only letting a select few (namely her parents) to touch her
Might sound contradictory, but Salvatore and Ciocana are her closest friends
Amaranthine often dresses the way mortals do. whether it's to give them some familiarity in the afterlife or simply because she doesn't feel the need to show off, no one knows for certain
AE SORRY WRITING THIS TOOK SO LONG-
Ahh did this have links?! 😭 I can't see any! Anyway, reply in the read more <3
Amaranthine is such a pretty name, and also the title is so so lovely!! <3 I love that you have your own take on the character description / profile. Maybe I should let people pick their own title, in addition to the ones they get worn their skills?! She's adorable 🥹🫶
You should tell me more about how she feels about Salvatore/Ciocana, at least if you have any thoughts on that! It's the first chapter, though, so completely understand if you haven't formulated anything too detailed on Amaranthine's feelings on them!
I'd also love to see if you can find any cute pics you'd think she wear!! 🥹🥹
Thank you so much for sharing Amaranthine, she sounds like a sweetheart!! 💕💕 And let me know if anything ever changes about her, or if you have any answers to my questions! 😭😭 I'd genuinely love to hear about it! (Also if you ever find out a way to send pictures!)
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the last of us 1x06: kin
surprisingly don't think i have a ton to say about this ep of the last of us but i feel like i should continue posting for posterity at this point lol. (eta: i said that, then started writing my thoughts, and wrote a gazillion words anyway.)
side note: any canadians watching on crave? isn't it fucking terrible. trash service
anyway: 1x06!
continuing to enjoy joel and ellie a lot. the further we get into the show i think the more they've come into the roles and evolved into their own versions of the characters, which is fine. good even. i think bella ramsey and pedro pascal have very fun chemistry together, and i think bella carries the comedy beats really well, which means i've been enjoying seeing more and more of those. i also really like those scenes because they feel familiar without being complete retreads of the game dialogue (which inherently invites me to make comparisons on delivery, etc)
so this joel is much more openly vulnerable. i think this change works to go with what we've seen in the show so far and places where the show is presumably going. and, i'll be honest, i find show joel a much more likable character. 🤷🏼♀️
the "not my daughter" scene hit differently... tbh i think it hit less, but not really through any fault of the show's, if that makes sense. it's just one where beat by beat i know the words as delivered by troy and ashley and my brain is super imposing them
loved the opening with the Indigenous couple, they were so funny, and the idea of florence seeing joel puffed up like an angry bird and identifying zero threat and making him soup lmfaoooooo hkghlkg. honestly w game joel i don't think that would work, lol, but w show joel it did. such a funny way to use the map easter egg, and the "there are firefly people?" followed by the couple laughing at their own joke killed me lol
also loved ellie's indignation about how they probably don't know anything because they're "a thousand" and they don't even know the fireflies, who are probably a total nonentity outside select QZs. extreme kid energy. they haven't even HEARD of paw patrol can you believe it. what do they know. also, congrats to them escaping joel and ellie mostly unscathed... minus a rabbit. (rude, ellie.)
show maria was great idc. imo game maria is not much of a character, so the show had plenty of room to expand, and i liked how they did it. i see some people reacting badly to her skepticism of joel and forgiveness of tommy, but we also don't really know what exactly she's been told by tommy. maria being pregnant is also a more solid reason for why tommy can't take ellie than we got in the game.
i can't really evaluate tommy or maria as characters without factoring in part 2 and at this point there's enough difference that who knows where the show will go with tommy and maria in s2, so, it's all kinda fair game imo
the university scene felt a bit rushed but i guess there really isn't that much to do there when you're not rearranging dumpsters and killing infected. it was the first time the show felt notably rushed to me, and i suspect that feeling will get worse in the back third of the show. ah well.
joel's injury and the fight felt anticlimatic compared to the big action set piece of the game, BUT i think it worked much better in context (joel's explicit fears in this ep becoming manifest), and also, game joel's injury is sooooooooooo ludicrous and video game it just wouldn't work on tv lmao. i kind of wish we'd seen ellie land any of her shots on those guys, but i have my theories as to why we didn't. tbd
misc other thoughts:
diva cup scene... excellent. was worried about those musty tampons.
SALLY FUCKIN' RIDE lmaoooooo ellie. u lesbian. ilu
like everyone i was beyonce.gif DINA?!?!?!? in the cafeteria scene. 100% that was dina, there's no way it wasn't. it might not be the final cast actress (i can see them not wanting to cast a major role so far in advance for a cameo, and they have a time skip to justify any appearance changes), but as a character that was surely meant to be dina. ellie that's ur WOMAN
we're 10000% getting some other cameos in the finale. i'm ready 👀👀👀👀👀
lastly: can't wait for this weekend's episode. the one i've most anticipated. left behind DLC my beloved...
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Misc thoughts, as I do after almost every patch. (I think I skipped doing one for 6.0 proper because I was so entranced by the game that I couldn’t stop playing it long enough to get my thoughts into order.)
Will preface this by saying I’ve been traditionally underwhelmed by .1 patches in the past but this patch was built quite different.
Under the cut due to spoilers!
The Good
MSQ - while mostly set up, it feels like we’re not necessarily delaying the next “big” adventure and that’s good, imo. I was a little worried that the story would feel slow for a few patches before eventually revealing to us where it was going. While some things were teased, there’s still a lot up in the air but I’m very intrigued to see where things go. The spotlight being on Y’shtola was especially welcome since she’s been chronically shoved off to the side in terms of getting her own arc. The scene where she did the little incantation to summon the Nixies was adorable and I hope we get to see more moments like this from her. Y’shtola being center stage is well overdue, imo. Estinien also had good moments and I continue to be happy that he’s been added as a main cast member. One thing I’ve been wanting out of the MSQ is for characters who previously didn’t get arcs to get arcs. And I think the writers and I are kind of on the same page because I noticed characters that have recently had arcs (G’raha, Thancred, Alisaie, Alphinaud) made minimal appearances if at all with G’raha perhaps getting the most attention but as set up for the 24 man alliance questline. Also very happy that we’re pulling in Nidhana once more as well as Cid. Good shit-- for lack of a better way of phrasing it. I am very curious about Azdaja’s fate and I’m extremely happy Vrtra seems to be along for the ride for whatever is to come. He dethroned Tiamat as my favorite dragon pretty handedly in 6.0.
The ARR Reworks - INCREDIBLY welcomed changes. The new lightning and revised dungeons feel a lot better and are way less of a slog. While I lament some of the dungeons lost their uniqueness, sometimes those unique attributes were cool perhaps the first two runs and incredibly vexing years later, making replayability uhhh painful, to say the least. Praetorium, Castrum Meridianum, and Porta Decumana saw significant changes. Congrats to Livia, Nero, and Gaius for once more having fights that feel worthy of their characters instead of 2 second long beatdowns. I am very happy that the devs did this as this makes the end of ARR feel a lot more epic. I am gonna try to at least track down a video of the new Rhitahtyn fight but I’m kind of sad I don’t have NG+ save file at that spot because I’m sure the fight is very cool.
Myths of the Realm: Aglaia - Very neat fights and a very welcome reprieve from the Nier raids, where it felt like story didn’t matter and we were all just yoloing everything together. Good music, good story (so far, though admittingly, Deryk’s antisocial shtick is already grinding on me slightly), but has left me with a lot of questions. I think it’s nice that G’raha and Krile are playing a bigger role, though I foresee that meaning perhaps an absence of them being in the MSQ for a bit (I could be horribly wrong). I especially like the Prince of Egypt-like vibes from Nald’thal’s theme. Personally, however, my favorite of the fights is Rhaglr. I just think the arena is neat, ok, I’m a simple person. I am a little apprehensive of how this questline will go down lore-wise but it’s faaaar too early to say. I’m gonna do a predictions post later so my theories will be there.
The Crystalline Conflict - I have not had this much fun in PVP since Seal Rock came out and that’s saying something. At first, I was skeptical about the PVP rework but after a few matches, I definitely saw the merit in it and have been enjoying spending way too many hours in matches. It’s addictively fun-- so far, I’ve been enjoying BRD, SGE, and DRG in there but I’m curious to see how other jobs I used to play in PVP have changed like DRK and DNC. It’s taking a lot for me to not log in and queue up for more matches, tbh...
The Meh
Ultima Unreal - Surprisingly easier than I recall provided tanks LB3 the last set of orbs (which... you should. You just. Should. That’s how you should do that). I remember it being way harder but it seems like most groups wipe at like the 15%-20% range due to poor mitigation/healing, putting the bulk of the difficulty on the healers rather than anyone else. I think it’s a good fight to dip your toes in if you want to learn an Unreal as its difficulty doesn’t feel nearly as high as say Shiva Unreal or Titan Unreal. However, definitely not a fight to bring a new healer into. I tried going DPS a handful of times and was shocked by the amount of fresh healers that simply had no idea what to do during Aetheric Boom, where the party has to soak heavy-hitting orbs.
Alzadaal’s Legacy - The day the spin mechanic is added to a savage fight is the day I consider retiring. (Joking... perhaps.) On a more serious level, it felt a bit more of the same to me. Nothing about it really stood out except the final boss’s mechanic. Definitely the weakest interest-wise to me out of the 4 dungeons now in Expert Roulette.
The Final Role Quest - a bit of a controversial take compared to some of the feedback I’ve seen of it. The Role Quest isn’t exactly poorly done-- it’s extremely well done gameplay-wise but some of the story beats don’t entirely sit right with me. Nero taking center stage was very welcome as was getting to see Fourchenault more. The writers using this optional side content as a way to wrap up the loose thread that is Nerva yae Galvus, however... doesn’t entirely feel good but this is a gripe I’ve had with the writing since Shadowbringers. It doesn’t feel like the writing team ever figured out how to deal with all of the loose threads left with Garlemald and the Garlean characters. Gaius’s Shadowhunter arc seemingly got dropped, Zenos’s dreams of the Final Days was hand-wavedly dismissed in a Live Letter interview, Cid and Nero were mysteriously absent during the entire Garlemald arc despite the Ironworks helping the Alliance get to Garlemald, the Bozja arc off-screen killed (or “killed”) Gabranth and dismantled his legion, and now Nerva is dead. Nerva should have at the very least been given a death in the MSQ if he was meant to die given how many times he was referenced and I can’t help but feel bad for players that end up not unlocking this role quest because I’m sure it’ll seem like Nerva just straight up vanished. I also take issue with the idea of “well, there’s nowhere for the Garleans to go so I guess we better send them to the moon :/” as if... this is somehow that different from how the Garleans ended up in the predicament they were in when they arrived in northern Ilsabard. Sure, the moon may not be a frozen hellscape but it’s not particularly a bountiful environment either. Fourchenault’s dialogue about how Locus Amoenus can’t fully be credited as Garlemald’s homeland comes a bit too eleventh hour for my liking-- we’ve gone expansion after expansion hearing about how the Garleans were put into this situation where their homes were taken and that set the founding seeds for them turning into the villains for a greater part of the story. Fourchenault’s dialogue feels like a backpedal and I questioned why they had gone this route with the Garleans rather than either a) rebuild their home or b) try to broker some form of peace between the Corvosi and Garleans. But then it occurred to me that the reason this writing feels off is because it seems as though the writers are trying to force a certain outcome that otherwise wouldn’t come naturally to the story without some added complication. And that’s that the writers want Garleans to go to the moon. Delving slightly into speculation territory here, but I think what they’re planning to do is have the Garleans become the FFXIV equivalent of Lunarians from FFIV. I’m going to talk about this more later in a prediction post but given we a) got the Lunar Whale as a mount b) have Golbez in the MSQ c) I mean the moon is right there, it’s free real estate and d) FFXIV is full of references galore... it does seem very possible if not very likely this is the intention here. I’m not against this idea but I do question some of the writing choices to get here. I think additionally, we will be going to Corvos in 7.0 and they already have plans that require the Garleans to not be there so that’s probably why they opted to shove them literally onto the moon... So color me meh on this quest. Hopefully we get some follow up about Nero’s adventures on the moon with the totally-not-Cassius-look-alike NPC. Apologies, if this bit seems rambly. I just have a lot of thoughts about this questline.
The Not-So-Good
Endsinger EX - Disappointingly just a single phase with repeat mechanics, sometimes switching things up with an added stack marker or “oh no, now you have to dodge many planets”. I feel as though it could have been a lot more cinematic and fulfilling, given that it’s the amped up version of the final fight. Now, the lore to this fight is a bit interesting because it opens with the Scions and their prayer of hope to save the Warrior of Light. But it’s a bit of an AU in which the Endsinger is “too powerful” to be overwhelmed by the Scions and their prayer, hence the stage’s backdrop looking slightly altered. So that’s a neat idea but I do think it could’ve been executed far better with the fight being split between a first phase (pre-Scion cutscene) and a second phase with different mechanics that takes place after the Scion cutscene. I mean, we don’t even get the normal mode phase 2 music in the fight and that’s such a huge shame. Unfortunately, I am rather concerned that the final expansion bosses seem to be dwindling in quality with each expansion. Shinryu EX had epic moments but was gimped by a first phase that overstayed its welcome, not to mention an RNG uncleansable paralysis in the final phase that felt unfair and wonky. Hades EX’s adds similarly overstayed their welcome, causing the fight to feel unnecessarily like a slog. And Endsinger... just feels uninspired. It’s extremely disappointing.
I am very much looking forward to the other content the devs have said will come before 6.2. Originally, I was going to put initial thoughts down on Dragonsong Ultimate but since I haven’t beaten it yet, I think I’ll wait and do that later. Definitely enjoying the fight so far and especially enjoying all the Haurchefant content that’s come out from fans because of it.
Wow, that was a long post. Thank you for reading my rambly thoughts.
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If I were to create another branch of atheistic satanism, I would rework the stupid original 9 satanic statements and 9 satanic sins and 11 satanic rules until they're actually a workable framework instead of just vague statements that have all the intellectual and mystical depth of a nose booger. (And are no longer thinly-veiled fascist and separatist sentiments)
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The Statements:
Expound more on materialism and hedonism, on getting rid of the guilt that many Christians carry when they seek out pleasurable activities solely for the sake of pleasure. Or heck, just outright get rid of that weird dichotomy. The only purpose a dichotomy serves is to learn that it does not exist.. Nothing can be cleanly sorted out into two groups. Labels of A vs Not A are as useful as a toothpick against appendicitis. The material builds the spiritual and the spiritual is within the material.
Questioning, and skepticism as virtues. Nuances instead of absolutes. To wield authority is to receive defiance. Question unreasonable requests, but do so with logic and grace, for even defiance and skepticism can be unreasonable.
Do no harm but take no shit. Be kind, but do not expect extravagant generosity nor be compelled to give it.
To forgive is not to forget, and forgiveness is earned the same way trust broken must be earned back. It is not for anyone to demand.
Nothing is inherently, ontologically 'evil' or 'bad'. It is the use, misuse, and disuse that determines its effect on others and on the world.
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The Rules:
Rework all that's structured as "don't do this" into "do this" (eg "walk slowly" instead of "don't run") - I find it incredibly ironic that a religion named for a big adversary entity has a lot of restrictive rules. Which says something about the amount of thought and care put into this.
(1), (2), and (8) can be condensed into: "Wisdom before speech."
(2), (5), and (6) are just: "Consent before interaction."
(3), (4), and (11) cannot be saved, but a non-fashy version of the sentiment could be "Set your boundaries and enforce them. Be mindful of other's boundaries and back away when they enforce it."
(7) is just a very round-about way to call out hypocrisy in religious/spiritual/philosophical/social matters.
(9) and (10) are poorly phrased and just sound like an attempt to enforce personal ethics to others, but something like "Use violence only for survival" should encompass both.
(And thus eleven becomes five. Or four.)
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The Sins:
Rework to give some of them actual solid definitions instead of just something you have to vibe out lmao. To be fair, some of these are pretty solid by themselves, like (3)-(8), and just need more so they could become easier to practice.
(1) "Unthinking compliance and submission" - there should be a snappier word for this but I can't be arsed to Google for it.
(2) is odd because lack of aesthetics is another sin but alright. Roughly, it could "Posturing without substance".
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Misc.
As it is, even reworked, these are just a random collection of ideals with no singular thread uniting them, which imho makes it a very weak framework for a religion. It really needs something to bring it all together and tie it with the idea of 'satan'.
So far the connecting threads are: materialism, hedonism, non-conformity, adversary, and addition (compared to restrictive and subtractive doctrines)
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I know a lot of people picture Thalia Grace as tall because she’s the daughter of Zeus, but her being short is far too much funnier to me.
Give me Thalia being a tiny, electric ball of rage.
Give me Thalia wearing 4 inch platform boots… just to be 5’5.
Give me Thalia doing a quadruple take at how big Annabeth had gotten after she came out of the tree.
Give me Percy using her head as an armrest one day, and getting zapped all the way across camp.
Give me Thalia being a whole foot shorter than her little brother Jason. (He wouldn’t say anything about it, he’s a sweetheart)
It’s in my head now, and I’m spreading it as much as I can.
Tagging @florenceisstrange, @starlightshadowsworld, and @ishouldsleepbut, I want to hear your thoughts on this.
#thalia grace#jason grace#annabeth chase#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#pjo#pjo fandom#hoo#hoo fandom#riordanverse#misc skeptic thoughts
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YOUNG JUSTICE OC: KITSUNE
bio under the cut!
BASICS
Name: Leiko Ara
A.K.A: Kitsune; Lei, Kit, L.A [only by Charlie]
Age: 16 [S1 Era], 21 [S2 Era]
Gender: Cisgender Female
Orientation: Grayromantic Bisexual
Skin: Fair
Hair: Plum-Black
Eyes: Black, fully golden and slit-pupiled as Kitsune
Height: 5'6”, 6’1” in platforms
Build: Lithe, built like a dancer
Distinctions: Distinctly pretty. Sharpened canines and nails. A sharp dresser, obviously wealthy, rarely seen without some type of heel.
RELATIONS
Parents: Ryuu Ara and Cho Miyamotou [estranged]
Siblings: N/A
Friends: Wally “Kid Flash” West, Zatanna Zatara, M’gann “Miss Martian” M’orzz, Raquel “Rocket” Irving, Kaldur’ahm “Aqualad”, Dick “Robin” Grayson, Conner “Superboy” Kent, Artemis Crock, Haley Overbea [OC]
Partner/s: Wally “Kid Flash/Flash III” West (ev. post-S3)
Misc.: Charles “Scribe” Jenson [OC], Penelope “Poppet” Caskett [@PoltergeistPrincessa]
Affiliations: The Spiral, The Team
PERSONALITY
Personality Type: ENTP-A [Assertive Debater]
Temperament: Choleric-Sanguine
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Clever | Self-Assured | Driven | Arrogant | Spiteful
Aristocratic in both upbringing and nature, Leiko likes to carry herself with regality. Her confidence and well-honed charm makes her a popular figure among her school peers, even though she keeps everyone at a cool arm's length. Her social aloofness leaves her with little to no close friends, which she figures is just as well, since she finds friends to be a waste of time.
Around others in the heroic scene, Leiko allows herself to show off. She’s known for her theatrical and flamboyant attitude, topped with a haughtiness she cares little to subdue. She’s assertive, witty, and adores a challenge. She lets this completely unfurl as the vain and dramatic Kitsune, who views the world as her stage and anyone watching her audience.
Leiko struggles with unlearning a deep-seated cynicism against others and is often skeptical of actions claimed to be done out of good will, which clashes with the ethics of heroism. Her grasp on empathy leaves much to be desired as well; she can be condescending, sharp, and impatient when the situation calls for exactly the opposite.
Still, steadily Leiko finds herself learning humility, trust, and care from her teammates, along the way forming friendships no Swiss bank account could buy.
ABILITIES AND WEAKNESSES
Powers and Abilities:
Physiology:
Lei doesn’t possess a human soul, but of that of her namesake, a kitsune. Her “soul” is instead a Hoshi no Tama, usually referred to as her soul bead. It is a fist-sized pearl that resides within her body. This is the source of her magic as well as her heightened physical attributes.
Enhanced Senses: Lei demonstrates fox-like senses. She sees just as well at night as she does during the day, hears better than a normal human, and has a better sense of smell. This doubles in the supernatural side, she can see, hear, and smell beyond the mortal plane.
Enhanced Physiology: Lei exhibits above-average speed, strength, endurance and rarely if ever comes down with diseases, viruses and the like.
Onmyodo: A traditional Japanese occultism
Illusion Magic: Lei’s strongest suit is her hold over illusion spells. Using a variety of paper charms, mirrors, physical cues, written and verbal spells, she's able to create confusion over her opponent. These illusions range from visual to audial, making it difficult to rely on one's own senses. Her illusions are often grandiose, jarringly colorful, with nods to the overall aesthetic influence of traditional Japanese art forms. In turn makes her relatively immune to similar tactics.
Barriers: Can alternately use barriers as a sort of defense or a barring mechanism. Barriers set up by paper charms are stronger and more durable than barriers set by simple verbal spells, however combining both techniques grants the best results.
Pyrokinesis: Lei’s kitsunebi is a mystic fire she can conjure in the form of pillars and spheres. Notably different to “mortal” flame, as it burns exclusively supernatural/otherworldly beings, but brings the sensation of weakness and illness to the human body.
Weapons and Inventory:
Enchanted Parasol:
Kit’s go-to weapon. By reaching over her shoulder, the same way one would unsheath a sword, her oil paper parasol materializes into her hand in a burst of flame. It serves both as a defensive and offensive tool.
Closed: While in her hands it doesn’t appear to weigh any more than a regular parasol, in combat it carries an inexplicable weight, able to break concrete. She uses it as a melee weapon, much like a bat or a club. Kit also uses it as a makeshift wand/staff, for bigger and more complex spells. And a favorite stun tactic of hers is to mimic pumping the action to a shotgun, aiming her parasol and “firing” it. It creates a momentary illusion of being “shot” to whomever her target may have been.
Open: Popping it open creates a quick-time personal shield, able to deflect various attacks and withstand a fair amount of explosive power. Ducking behind it obscures her from her opponent and she uses this window of time to work up a spell. Spinning the canopy of her parasol causes momentary dizziness. When jumping off of highland, the parasol allows Kit to glide for long distances (the amount of time and smoothness of the glide suffers when another person is in tow).
Ofuda: These paper charms can be used as delayed “bombs” affected by sticking them into walls, either simply timed or activated by touch. They also serve for warding spells.
Gohei: A summoned short wand with a decorative paper trail, the length of the trail stretches during use. Lei uses it as a sort of weaponized gymnast ribbon, or a whip. Most effective against intaginable objects or enemies.
Balance Charm: With Scribe's help and after many mishaps, Kit wears a beaded charm around her ankle which enables her limited enhanced movement. She appears to glide along, unweighted, making her movements seem feather light. It helps slow or cushion short distance falls and balance on unprobable surfaces. May also explain how she manages to fight in heels.
Spellbook: Kit carries a small notebook with variant spells written herself for safe-keeping and for a quick reference check.
Mirrors: Kit holds a small, two-faced mirror. The mirror serves to see through glamour illusions or create more intricate illusions of her own; more often than not, she uses it to admire a makeup job well done.
Purification Salt: Ghosts in particular are vulnerable to salt, circles of it makes areas inaccessible to them.
Calligraphy Set: A horse-hair brush, inkwell and a small stash of paper for written spells
Limitations and Weaknesses:
Water and Aquatic Environments: As host of a fire kitsune, Kitsune’s main and biggest weakness is water. Being around areas with large amounts of water dampens the potency of her magic, being doused in it cuts off completely until she dries off. While her parasol helps repel rain and small splashes, it can only do so much. The water effect includes any type, Lei incapacitaed by things such as baths and showers as well until she properly dries herself off.
Cynophobia: Lei’s “unprompted” fear of dogs, or really any sort of canine that aren’t foxes, can be traced back to Japanese folklore. Dogs were considered enemies of foxes, being used to hunt them down. People accused of being possessed by, or being kitsune, were sometimes forced to be licked head to toe by dogs in order to expel the demon to it’s true form. Dogs make Lei largely uncomfortable at best, aggressive dogs will either send her into a state of frozen terror or at worst, unabashed panic.
HISTORY
[TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL HARASSMENT]
The only child of Ryuu Ara, a successful luxury hotel chain owner and president, Leiko grew up with the world served to her on a silver platter. She enrolled in the best schools, excelling in academics, popularity, and was starting to make headway as a teen model. Leiko formed into a pretty, precocious, if pretentious, girl.
At age 14, after wrapping up a student council meeting afterschool, the student body president forced her into a corner when she’d turned him down for a date. The boy grew increasingly aggressive, but was stopped from going beyond grasping at her blazer when a brilliant white flame unfurled from Leiko’s hands. She fled the second she found an opening, calling for help until she caught the attention of school security. The boy was found unconscious, but physically unharmed. (She would later find out, he complained of sudden illness and a downslide of rotten luck, with little to no memory on how he’d been knocked cold.)
Ryuu spared no expense on making sure justice was properly handed out, although that was simple when compared to the news Leiko gave him about her new ability to conjure flame. But he’d taken the revelation far easier than Leiko thought he would. Ryuu admitted it was something he’d been somewhat expecting, even dreading.
Leiko’s mother was something of a taboo subject. Outside of knowing her name was Cho (Ryuu never mentioned her maiden name) and that there had been an ugly divorce shortly after Leiko was born, she didn’t know much else. Even then, her father didn’t go into specifics beyond blaming Cho for Leiko’s newly discovered “peculiarity.” Ryuu ultimately decided it was best for Leiko to pretend she hadn’t discovered it. She had a bright future ahead of her as his heir and it wouldn’t be marred by her mother’s blood. Leiko obeyed despite her protests. They’d both come to realize, however, fire was just the beginning.
Over the following weeks, more abilities came to emerge, from heightened senses to supernatural awareness. She struggled under the pressure of maintaining the semblance of being normal. The weight of stress and desperation finally proved too much for Leiko, leading to a discussion gone sour, ending only when she noticed Ryuu backing away from the looming shadow of a four-tailed fox she cast on the wall. She would miss the following days of school when her eyes refused to revert back from their completely golden, slit-pupiled appearance.
Resigned, Ryuu took to looking into someone who could help Leiko with her magic troubles as this was beyond his reach.
That someone came to be a man by the name Scribe, a semi-public mystic who operated within New York. Scribe’s interest piqued at the mention of Leiko’s transformation and to the Ara’s slight relief, Scribe proved himself to be a sorcerer of true magic instead of a con-man looking for a quick buck. He’d confirmed their suspicions of Leiko being tied to the kitsune, fox spirits of Japanese lore, although he admitted he had little to no experience with said creatures.
Scribe refused to leave Leiko to sort things out on her own, however, and offered her a proposition. Scribe’s lifelong work dealt with a massive, mystical library he dubbed the Spiral, which housed knowledge from across space and time. Despite his years slaving away at discovering and archiving its secrets, progress was going at a crawl. He’d take Leiko under his wing, giving her access to whatever she could get her hands on and import what they couldn’t find from his various connections. In return, she’d take up being his personal assistant. Ryuu had been reluctant to let Leiko have a hands on approach and had made his dislike for Scribe apparent, but relented.
The world of magic was a far cry from the straight-laced, business-oriented life Leiko had grown in; it both terrified and fascinated her. Scribe, real name: Charles Mordichai Jenson (Charlie for short), proved to be an eccentric, but well-meaning guide where he could. As the two dove into research, Leiko let loose a sense of freedom and expression she stifled to fit her father’s expectations. Charlie was quick to help enable this. They were polar opposites in many ways, but Charlie saw a passion and potential in Leiko that mirrored his own at her age, and he fully intended to see it shine. It wasn’t long before Leiko wasn’t just checking inventory and jotting notes for both The Spiral and Jenson’s Comics (Charlie’s civilian pop culture store), but followed him out on relic retrievals and even the occasional “mystic field trip”. Charlie had been adamant on one thing when she stepped out of the safety of The Spiral however, much as he’d taken Scribe as his mantle, Leiko would have to make one of her own for the sake of her identity. It wasn’t a hard choice for her as it was practically staring her in the face, Kitsune took life.
Over the next two years, Kitsune proved herself to be a capable magician despite being self-taught. Juggling her home, school and magic life was busy, but thrilling. Perhaps a little too thrilling. During an outing, Scribe and Kitsune were ambushed by a sorcerer named Felix Faust, who ultimately took Scribe prisoner. Well-aware of just how over her head she was, Kitsune went on a one-girl rescue mission to save her mentor anyway and was beyond relieved to find a young group of supers on the same trail.
The group, known simply as “The Team”, had been alerted of Scribe’s abduction through their resident mystic, Zatanna. Scribe had managed to send a distress signal before all communication cut off. Shoving down the twinge of jealousy that came with that revelation and of being out of the loop, Kitsune allied herself with the Team until Scribe was rescued. She was offered a permanent position on the Team, which she said she’d think over even though she had no interest in becoming a hero. She was more persuaded by the opposition placed by Scribe and the oddly genuine endearment shown by the Team’s speedster, Kid Flash.
Less than a few days later, an argument between Leiko and Charlie sparked by his confession of thinking she wasn’t right for the Team just yet sent her right to them out of spite.
Now taking a crash course in heroics, Kitsune tackles supercrime, training, self-reflection, team building and the frustrating, but integral importance of friendship.
NOTES
Kit has alternate versions of her Kitsune outfit and will switch between them mid-battle, either because she wasn’t feeling the one she was wearing, it got dirty, or a specific attack called for a wardrobe change
Because Lei’s brand of Onmyodo is largely “home-brew” given she’s self-taught, she incorporates other types of magic and styles to compensate
Lei has the passive ability of being ridiculously lucky, she never loses games of chance such as coin flips and dice rolls
The nickname ‘Lei’ was originally coined by Wally West and it’s a nickname she only allows within the perimeter of the Cave
Lei is proud of her musical skill, it’s not uncommon to hear her singing to herself and will shred an electric guitar when given the chance
She has a pet Bearded Dragon named Prince. Prince was a at-Death’s-door rescue surrendered to Charlie, who gave him to her after she helped nurse Prince back to health and she wound up attached to him
Lei’s father is unaware she’s taken up heroism, as far as Ryuu knows, she’s studying under Charlie to get her curiosity of magic out of her system
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﹆₊ 画家‧₊˚ THE BLOOD PAINTER, KAMO CHOSO
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ art; the painter and the unwanted advice. wc, 2.82K. dark mode recommended.
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␥ tags. artist!choso, college AU, possible nsfw, female anatomy, smoking, etc. lmk if i missed anything
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the following day, choso finds himself in an unfamiliar situation as he sits alone at a table in the cafeteria, impatiently waiting for kashimo to arrive. his eyes scan the bustling room, searching for any sign of the laid-back student.
“where is he?” choso grumbled under his breath. “i knew i shouldn’t have listened to that idiot. i should’ve just stayed in my room and ordered a meal…”
just as he was about to give up and leave, choso spots kashimo weaving his way through the crowd, a tray of food in hand. the other grins as he approached the table.
“hey, man. sorry i’m late. i got caught up chatting with a friend on my way here and the lines were pretty long. so, what’s for lunch today?”
“nothing special. just cafeteria food.” choso replied curtly, still feeling a bit prickly from his wait. kashimo nodded, unfazed by choso’s attitude, takes a seat across from him and begins digging into his food.
“you know, i was thinking about if you and i should work on a project together. i’ve seen your art in class before and it’s mad good. i know you probably aren’t the kind of guy to jump into things like this but it’ll be fun. we could blend our styles together.”
choso sighed, pushing his food around on his plate. “i don’t know about that. i’ve never really worked with anyone. plus, i’m now totally sure how our styles would mesh.”
kashimo took a bite out of his sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before responding. “that’s exactly why it could be so great. our different styles are different, sure, but that’s what makes it interesting. and who knows, maybe working together will push us both to grow as great artists.”
‘persistent bastard.’ choso thought. though, kashimo’s proposal sounded pretty good. while choso was sitting here feeling like he was being worshipped and slightly embarrassed by it, kashimo was just happy to be around and having his idea considered. a glimmer of curiosity started to form beneath his skepticism.
“fine. whatever. whenever there’s another project we can do something together, okay?” choso waved his hand dismissively. excited that choso was starting to come around to the idea, kashimo presses on, hoping to fully convince him.
"that's cool, but i was thinking we could start our own project, separate from school. just you and me, doing what we love and making something cool and unique. think it over, choso. no deadlines, no rules, just pure artistic freedom."
choso hesitates for a moment, the prospect both thrilling and daunting. he takes a deep breath, considering the proposal.
"i don't know, kashimo. it's a big commitment, and i'm not sure if i'm ready for that kind of exposure right now. can't we just keep it lowkey, at least for now?" choso says scratching the bandage on his nose.
"okay, sure, i can respect that." kashimo was clearly eager to jump right into the project, his head bobbing up and down with excitement. "we'll take it at your pace, but don't forget, sometimes stepping out of your comfort zone can lead to amazing things."
choso could only nod, not having much to say about the words being exchanged recently. glancing up at kashimo again, he noticed he had this dumb grin on his face that made choso frown a little.
"why're you making that face?"
in kashimo's mind, he was sensing that choso needed some guidance regarding his love life and interacting with you whenever it came down to it. no matter how many times choso rejected his help.
"let's go back to the business we discussed last night," kashimo begins, taking a sip of his lemon lime soda. "the way you look at that girl you were with, you clearly like her more than in a friend way. you just seem so hesitant to make a move. what's holding you back?"
choso's frown deepend slightly, his gaze dropping to his barely-touched food, which started to get cold the longer it sat there on the tray.
"it's complicated. i'm not used to letting people in, and i don't want to mess up anything. plus, there's the whole blood manipulation cursed spirit thing. not exactly an easy thing to explain to someone you're interested in."
kashimo sucked his teeth, "look, i get where you're coming from. there's this kid named hakari. hated the guy with a passion. we were always at each other's throats. one day we were forced to work together on a mission, and we realized we had more in common than we thought."
"you're gay?" choso raised an eyebrow. kashimo's cheeks turned a deep red. a perfect contrast to his vibrant colored hair. the male quickly shook his head.
"that's- not what i mean...and no, i'm not. the guy's my best friend. shut up and listen." kashimo's cheeks fade back to their original complexion before continuing on with his story. "but you know what else? i may look like a young guy but guess how old i am."
choso just shrugged, not having a direct idea. he also didn't feel like guessing just to be constantly told that he had the wrong answer and he had to keep guessing. kashimo leans over the table, lifting his hand to cover his mouth.
"i'm really four hundred years old." the male whispered. "i was just incarnated into a newer, younger body so i could live longer." kashimo sits back down in his seat. "but you know what? the people who truly care about me accept me for who i am, crazy back story and all."
choso can't help but crack a smile at kashimo's lighthearted approach to his own little situation. encouraged by choso's simple reaction, kashimo continues with his advice, aiming to help choso see the potential in opening up to you in the future.
"what i'm trying to say is, don't let your fears hold you back from pursuing something special with your little situationship. if they're the right person for you, they'll accept all of you, blood manipulation, cursed spirit, and everything else. it's worth the risk, don't you think?"
choso remains silent for a moment, kashimo's word resonationg with him. finally, he nods, a hint of determination in his expression. "you're right. i can't keep running from my emotions forever. i guess i'll talk to her, and i'll be honest with them about everything."
“yeah, that’s the spirit.” kashimo beamed. “just remember, no matter what happens, i got your back…even if you don’t know me all that well.”
“actually, me and-” he says your name, “-are going out to dinner on friday. that’d be a good time to have that conversation, right?”
kashimo raised an eyebrow. “oh, a romantic dinner date, huh? you’re doing perfectly fine already. just be yourself, blood manipulating cursed spirit and all—but save the cursed spirit thing for later. like after dessert.”
‘i wouldn’t really say romantic…’
the two laugh, the mood lightened by kashimo’s playful but simple joke. choso’s opinion on the guy shifted pretty quickly. he thought he was just another weirdo trying to get in his space but he could see him and kashimo being pretty good friends.
later that day after classes end for the day, the two boys found themselves lingering in the art room. the space is quiet and peaceful, filled with the intoxicating smell of oil paints and the clay-like smell of colorful conté crayons.
“ready to get that creative mind of yours flowing? we got so much inspiration in this room, we’re bound to come up with some killer ideas.” kashimo smiled at choso before standing up from his seat, the chair dragging against the floor loudly and beginning to walk around.
choso glanced around, his skepticism evident in his expression. but he nods nonetheless, curious to see what kashimo had in mind. the dark haired male rises from his seat, pushing his chair in against the table and began walking around the room just as kashimo did.
as they wander around the room, they take in the various pieces of past and present student artwork adorning the walls. some are abstract, others realistic, but all were unique and inspiring in their own way.
“see? look at all this talent surrounding us.” kashimo began lightly touching the pieces in front of him, jumping back when something moved in the incorrect direction and laughing nervously. “it’s like a buffet of creativity in here. hey, i got an idea. what if we each pick a piece that speaks to us, then try to make our own version of it?”
choso considered the proposal, a flicker of interest in his eyes. he and kashimo continue their exploration of the art room, now looking at pieces that stand out to them, until suddenly kashimo stops in front of a painting that sends chills down his spine. it’s one of choso’s paintings, a nightmarish composition of twisted limbs, blood, and more elements of body horror that would even make the bravest soul shudder.
“woah, choso…this is incredible. it’s like something out of a horror movie, but it’s beautiful…in a twisted way. how did you make something so visceral and intense?”
choso, caught off guard by kashimo’s awe and admiration, shifts uncomfortably, unaccustomed to such praise. the male swallowed and began picking at his nails as if there were dirt in them.
“i…i just paint what i feel. it’s not like i’m trying to make a statement or anything. it’s just how my mind works.”
“nah, man. this is more than just a painting. it’s a glimpse into your soul. you’re incredibly talented, you know that, right?”
choso, flustered by kashimo’s compliment, decided to attempt to change the subject by pointing out another piece of art nearby.
“it’s not a big deal. hey, look at this right here. the color palette is really interesting, isn't it?" choso points to the art piece. there were blues, greens, reds, and pinks blending together into a huge masterpiece. choso's eyebrows lifted slightly and his eyes widened, clearly revealing the violet irises he had tucked beneath his eyelids.
kashimo smiles, understanding choso's discomfort with the spotlight suddenly hanging above his head. he allows the shift in focus, turning to examine the new painting. there was pungent smell of quick-drying liquin coming from the canvas. most likely the paint.
"yeah, that's a pretty cool painting. the way they blended the blues and greens together makes me feel like i'm looking into a mystical forest or whatever." the male turns to choso with that same big smile on his face. "when we get around to that project, we'll be a killer team, i guarantee it. like i said, our styles are definitely different but that's what'll make it awesome."
choso couldn't help but grin, the warmth of kashimo's enthusiasm was infectious. a grand contrast to his stoicism and distantness. shifting his weight a bit, choso put his hands in his pockets.
"yeah, maybe you're right."
as their exploration continues, choso and kashimo find themselves staring at a particularly captivating sculpture in the corner. it's an intricate piece made from metal and wire, depicting a twisted figure in a state of could be described as emotional turmoil.
"damn, that's pretty deep. intense, huh? it's like they managed to pinpoint the feeling of being torn apart from the inside out. wonder if whoever made this was going through something." kashimo rubbed his chin with his thumb.
choso nods, a solemn expression on his face. "yeah, it's like they put their entire soul into this one little sculpture. it's almost too real, like it's alive and breathing right in front of us."
kashimo steps closer, studying the sculpture from diffrent angles. "it sounds like you can relate to that, huh? feeling like your insides are all twisted up, but having to keep it all together on the outside."
choso glanced at kashimo, surprised by his perceptiveness. the male didn't seem much like the poetic, deep-thinker type on the outside because his personality is so enthusiastic and bubbly. choso can only retract his previous statements about him, just like before.
"how did you know that? i mean- this thing is a physical representation of how i feel most of the time. dead and tired. i don't mean to sound like a depressed person but...yeah. life hasn't been to good to me in my earlier years."
"because i've been there, man. everybody has. and you don't sound depressed at all, you're just saying how you feel and that's a good thing. it's not easy carrying around all that pain and confusion on the inside. but the fact that you can take those emotions and turn them into something as powerful as this sculpture? that's amazing. you're literally showing an example of this with your art. what you painted over there is exactly how you feel and you're expressing it."
choso felt pretty touched by the male's words, giving him a small smile. "thanks, kashimo. it's not often that someone understands what i feel. most people just see the surface, but you...you and-" choso says your name again. "-can see the real me. and it doesn't scare you away."
"that's because i'm not most people. i see you, and i think you're pretty badass. don't forget it for a second." kashimo threw an arm over choso's shoulder. choso felt a surge of gratitude and camaraderie, realizing that kashimo had quickly become a true friend to him.
kashimo and choso sit down at a nearby table, their minds brimming with inspiration from their exploration of the art room. they begin to brainstorm ideas for their collaborative project, their enthusiam growing with each suggestion.
"we could create a series of paintings, each one a representation of our inner emotions and struggles." kashimo scribbled on a piece of paper. they were little doodles of him and choso. choso being the tired and slightly annoyed looking character to the right of himself, who was the happier looking character.
"or we could do a large-scale mural, incorporating both of our styles like you mentioned earlier, like into a cohesive piece. or maybe even a sculptural piece, using random objects and materials to make something abstract and thought-provoking." choso added.
kashimo grins, "i like that idea. it would really bring out the best in our skills and we could really play off each other's energy and creativity." the male writes something down on the paper, seemingly writing down choso's idea. "we made some pretty good progress today but i gotta get going. i told hakari that i'd hang out with him tonight."
choso's head quickly shoots up from the paper and he nods slowly, maintaining his usual stoic demeanor. "yeah, no problem, i get it. i like that you keep your promises."
as kashimo turns to leave, he notices the subtle change in choso's posture and tone. he smiles warmly, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.
"hey, don't worry. we'll hang out again soon. and don't forget, we've got our super cool art project to work on. it'll be the best thing this school has ever seen." the male put up his thumb.
choso offers a small smile, the disappointment fading slightly. "yeah, you're right. i'm really looking forward to seeing what we can come up with. don't kiss hakari while you're out together."
kashimo's cheeks flushed at choso's reply and rubbed the back of his neck a bit before speaking again, "i won't do that. swear...you don't kiss your future girlfriend on friday."
choso chuckled and shook his head before kashimo flashed him a friendly smile and giving him a light pat on the back before getting up from his seat beside choso and heading out the door. the sun was setting and choso thought it was about time he should get going also. standing up, he slung his bag over his shoulder and took a quick glance at his nightmarishly beautiful painting, which had the sun's rays beaming onto the canvas through the window and smiling a bit, instantly being reminded of you and kashimo's kind words.
as the door of the art room shuts behind him, the male suddenly bumps into you. not even realizing it was you at first, he swears under his breath before taking a step back, his cheeks turning a slight pink color upon seeing your face. his breath quickened and his heart rate picked up.
"hi..." you smiled at him nervously, adjusting your clothes after accidentally bumping into him. your next words would be an apology but that idea seemed to quickly fade when you noticed his flushed cheeks.
"hey..." choso finally says. the air between the two of you crackles with tension as your eyes meet, a silent exchange of longing and desire passing between the two of you. finally catching his breath, choso clears his throat. "uh...sorry. i didn't see you when i walked out."
"no, it's fine, i wasn't really paying attention either." you reply almost instantly, as if you had planned this response beforehand. once again, you both found your gazes lingering on each other longer than necessary, neither wanting to break the connection. finally, you reluctantly pull away, but the distance between you remained close, a silent conversation taking place between the two of you.
"so...i..i guess i'll see you at dinner on friday?" choso blurts, trying to make the situation less awkward for both you and him. you could see how he was visibly flustered and slightly uncomfortable.
you nod, adjusting your outfit and then the backpack on your shoulder. you had been coming back from a study session with a few of your friends for the upcoming test in your english class regarding shakespeare, which had the entire class groaning with irritation and annoyance.
"yeah, i'm looking forward to it." the words finally escape you. a small, almost shy smile tugs at the corners of choso's lips.
"me too..."
with one last lingering look, you and choso part ways, going in opposite directions of the hallway to go to your next destinations, both feeling a sense of anticipation for their upcoming dinner date.
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CHARACTER INTRO
SCOTT AYERS
lost to the dreamer’s rest
→ SODA ○ DYING IN A HOT TUB ○ LONELY ○ BOTTOM OF THE DEEP BLUE SEA →
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name: francis scott ayers, jr. (only ‘scott’, please; his dad is ‘frank’)
pronouns: he/him
age: 19
misc: 16 july ‘04 ( cancer sun / cancer moon / libra rising ) ; the son of gramarye’s chief of police ; he’s been raised trying to keep the peace in his own household ; used to living in a warzone between his fighting parents, so living with zelda is a breath of fresh air ; a skeptic who doesn’t believe in this faeryland bullshit
appearance: 5′7.5 (he will not give up that half inch) ; pale, with heavy bruising and bags under his eyes from missing sleep ; brown hair worn short and stylish to hide the fact that he’s losing control of his life ; always wears a friendly smile ; he’s not necessarily fashionable, but his family is rich enough that his clothes always look new
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zelda fairchild: his best friend for as long as he can remember ; he’s always been the one to defend her when push comes to shove
alex trujillo: his on-again off-again ex (?) boyfriend (?) ; they’re never quite clear on relationship status, but scott is always down to hang with him
ramsay: a friend of a friend that he’s met once or twice ; he mostly thinks ve’s weird
frank and mira ayers: his parents, though they hardly deserve the distinction ; a friendly hometown policeman and his raging alcoholic socialite wife
first line →
“Pizza roll for your thoughts?”
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but i’m a constant headache, a tooth out of line
basic
full name: kendall james decker
nickname(s): kenny, decker (given to her not only because of her last name, but also for the time she spent a week in detention for punching a classmate in the face for picking on her)
age: 19
date of birth: april 21st 2001
hometown: bridgemead
orientation: bisexual with a strong lean toward women
occupation: sales associate at a thrift/antique shop in the town square
living arrangements: with her father in her childhood home
physical
faceclaim: emma mackey
hair colour: dark brown
eye colour: hazel
height: 5′8″
tattoos: misc hand tattoos, a swarm of bats behind her ear, a large piece on her ribcage that is a black and white depiction of a bouquet with daisies, marigolds and roses to symbolize the birth flowers of everyone in her family.
piercings: either side of her nose and her septum, three in each ear lobe and an industrial bar in her right ear.
clothing style: very much inspired by grunge fashion of the 90′s. lots of baggy pants, flannels, long sleeves and layers. almost always paired with either a sherpa lined denim jacket or one of her dads old leather ones.
usual expression: example one, two, three.
distinguishing characteristics: a slice in her eyebrow from falling off of her bike when she was 6, and another one on her bottom lip from a similar accident.
favourites
weather: heavy rain.
colour: forrest green.
music: tbh basically anything 90′s alt.
movies: she’s a fan of horror films, from campy to super scary. she also likes david lynch a lot. she’s a big twin peaks fan.
family
father: mason decker, sherriff
mother: clarice hart, elementary school teacher
sibling(s): audrey maureen decker, older sister
pet(s): a st bernard named cujo, aged 4 years, and the goodest boi alive
biography
kendall is the youngest daughter of bridgemead’s police chief and a school teacher. there wasn’t a day that she and her sister weren’t being dragged all around town - whether it was to watch their father play in a charity softball game along with the rest of the station, or helping their mother organize and run a food drive down at the high school. given that her parents were a crucial part in bridgemead’s development into the town mayor tilley had always wanted it to be, there was nary a town sanctioned event that the decker children weren’t in attendance. though it was evident from a young age that kendall wasn’t at all like her sister, audrey. she remembers watching the older girl go out for clubs, and any and all extracurricular’s she could. this made her the better known decker daughter, kenny happily taking the backseat to watch her sister thrive enough for the both of them.
despite their completely opposite demeanors, the decker sisters were incredibly close. with only a 3 year age gap, their parents were pleased that they seemingly found a sweet spot that allowed the two to get along. kendall was mostly interested in the arts - with enough books to create her own library, a stash of antique records, and practically every article of clothing stained with paint. audrey was a senior girl scout, and when she was older, a cheerleader. she was the top of her class, on the fast track to any ivy league college that was lucky enough to receive her application. she was the perfect daughter, in any parents’ eyes. but thankfully for her, she didn’t get the brunt of this. in fact, both of her parents were incredibly loving to the girls. and though she loved them both equally, kendall had always considered her mother so much more than just a parent. they were inseparable, practically best friends.
so it doesn’t come as a shock that when her mother is diagnosed and swiftly loses her battle with breast cancer, kendall’s entire world is turned upside down. at this point, the girls are 13 and 16, and it’s a massive loss not only on their family, but the town of bridgemead as well. but the world kept on turning, and business continued as usual while kendall remained in the same spot, retreating even further into her own solitude now that her mother was taken from her too soon, and so unexpectedly.
years come and go and kenny can still very distinctly feel the hole her mother left in her world. try as he might - and believe me, he tries - her father can’t seem to patch it up. days fade into months, and life just goes on. audrey graduates and kenny is soon to follow, though their plans - with no surprise - differ greatly. audrey was on her way to harvard, just close enough to home to keep tabs on kendall and their father, but just far enough to enjoy her newfound freedom. kendall opted for a gap year to get some work experience under her belt, scoring a job at a thrift shop located in the town square. weekends where audrey came home were one of the few things kendall looked forward to, but the weekend of her disappearance had already felt off to the younger sister. all audrey could talk about was a party that was being held in hawthorne forrest, which already sparked some red flags. come to find out she was reuniting with some friends from bridgemead high, ones that had never impressed kendall enough to even learn their names.
audrey left after giving kendall’s hand a reassuring squeeze - three times to say i love you, something their mother had always done to them. and after that night, audrey was gone. her disappearance triggered the same pain and loss for kendall that she felt the night her mother died. she made her father promise to never stop looking for her, no matter how many nights they came back empty handed, how many leads ended up fruitless, and how much time passed. the few things she loved were being torn out from under her like a rug, leaving her to fall on her face, grief stricken and alone every time.
an entire year passes with no answers and she can tell her father is starting to go through the motions of accepting their loss. that is, nor was ever, an option for kendall. she began to take things into her own hands, using what little resources she had to find an answer for where her sister had disappeared to. dead end after dead end does nothing to extinguish her fire, instead helping kendall realize that finding her sister was much more than a one man job. this leads her to seek out the help of AJ after seeing a flyer posted in the window of her job for the scooby gang. the thought of leaving her sister’s life in the hands of a group calling themselves that has her skeptical, but there isn’t much kendall hasn’t considered trusting in order to get audrey back.
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