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xoxkpop · 1 year

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relationships outside the group

miya !

˗ˏˋ contact name. christopher 👨‍👦‍👦

˗ˏˋ nicknames. aussie boy, chrissy, father ; miyami, mi oh my, mimi

……❪ a duo that just makes sense. honestly iconic two parents of headache children. it's obvious that they are super close. just don't ask how they became friends because they have no clue. she says that chan has helped her a lot with being a leader. she wasn't sure that she was cut out for it in the beginning but chan really taught her everything she knows. chan says that he sees miya like a sister and she even gets along really well with his family. chans sister often hangs out with miya when she gets the chance. ❫

˗ˏˋ contact name. joyful🌞

˗ˏˋ nicknames. joy baby, joyful, cheery ; mimi, miss miami

……❪ this duo is kind of also suspected. it's not shocking that they're friends, having that miya was also an SM trainee for some time. joy has also taught miya a lot, but joy says miya has taught her more. their friendship is more mature than a lot of miya's other friendships, just because that's how they like it to be. honestly you would think they're middle aged women out for brunch. ❫

jj ! ˗ˏˋ contact name. robby🖤

˗ˏˋ nicknames. robby, booby, bob ; double j, no j, auntie j

……❪ unexpected to be honest. though they make a great pairing. they're pretty much adult children. and yes she is auntie j. if you know you know. she looks at bobby like a brother she always wanted growing up. they like to goof around a lot but when it comes down to it they can both be very serious when needed ❫

˗ˏˋ contact name. hyunaaaa

˗ˏˋ nicknames. hyunie, hyu ; little j, jayjie, jiminie

……❪ though they aren't as close as they were a few years back, jj says that hyuna is forever her older sister. in times where jj feels like being the oldest s too much, she goes to to hyuna to lean on. she has said i the past that she was beginning to feel bad for always dumping her issues on hyuna, so she started to calm it down, which is probably the reason they haven't been as close lately. ❫

jiyun ! ˗ˏˋ contact name. my mina❤️

˗ˏˋ nicknames. minnie, mia, mine ; jiji, yunnie, yu

……❪ they're in love actually. they started dating in 2019, and then not long after that jiyun left the company for unrelated reasons. the company and members were all very supportive of this relationship and are so excited for them. though everyone is highly upset that they feel the need to hide their relationship, but it's not like they can while mina is in twice. the relationship is very cute and loving. they do a lot of things together and luckily most fans shrug it off to be a close friendship. ❫

˗ˏˋ contact name. miss jisoo-ah

˗ˏˋ nicknames. goddess jisoo, bestie, jichu ; jichun, angel jiyun

……❪ such a cute friendship, a gorgeous friendship at that. the two of them go viral like every month because when they're together its just stunning. because jiyun is very public with her life still, her and jisoo often post together and go out a lot. ❫

hyelim ! ˗ˏˋ contact name. dober boy🐶

˗ˏˋ nicknames. doberman, sang, yeoyeo ; limmy, hye, hoppy

……❪ they are an odd duo, they are so introverted individually but somehow it works for them. it's easy to see they get along well but they weren't always that way. they were extremely awkward when they first met. their leaders thought they weren't going to bond at all until they randomly started texting and hanging out. everyone was kind of shocked but happy they became friends so well. ❫

˗ˏˋ contact name. seulgi unnie🫶🏻

˗ˏˋ nicknames. sista, ulgi ; hoppy, miss hope

……❪ a matured sibling type relationship. full of advice and love between younger and older sister kind of thing. not a lot of people know how actually close they are, but they've been friends since hyelim was a trainee. a lot of the members were former SM trainees, and though it isn't at all known, hyelim was for a very short period of time in 2014, and seulgi kind of took her under her wing during that time. hyelim is still very appreciative of having a role model during that time. ❫

yoonji !

˗ˏˋ contact name. wooyoungie oppa💜

˗ˏˋ nicknames. wooyo, youngie, kirbs ; yoon, baby ji, oonji, cillie

……❪ a cute friendship, flirty for sure. well, on wooyoungs part at least. yoonji is very introverted, shy, and bashful, meanwhile wooyoung is extraverted and outgoing. so he usually sees that opportunity to tease and flirt with her, just for his own fun. their members tease them for it all the time, even their fans when they catch it from time to time. wooyoung says that yoonji is someone he feels very comfortable around and she reminds him a lot of himself in some ways. yoonji says wooyoung is easy to talk to and really fun to be around ❫

˗ˏˋ contact name. my woman❤️‍🔥

˗ˏˋ nicknames. soms, omi, blondie ; lover, luci, bitch

……❪ iconic. i mean, they're iconic as it is, but together? amazing. they're actually a married couple with four childrens and two dogs. kidding. but they act like it. they flirt but in that best friends that want to confuse everyone around them kind of way. "hey sexy mama" "hey beautiful lover" that kind of flirting. ❫

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silverfoxstole · 11 months

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I came across some old interviews and things I'd typed up yonks ago the other day, so I thought you lot might be interested in reading them. 😁

THE JENNIFER SELWAY INTERVIEW

DAILY EXPRESS 11TH OCTOBER 2001

“IT’S NICE TO HAVE BROTHERS. WE STAND IN FOR EACH OTHER ON ACTING JOBS AND IN THE PAST WE HAVE EVEN SWAPPED GIRLFRIENDS”

Paul McGann was burgled a couple of weeks ago.

“Oh, no,” I coo, like you do. “It was just stuff,” he says casually, sounding like an old hippy, which is not unfeasible. After all, he’s 41 now, which surprises me when I think about it. 41! I had assumed he was younger, something to do with those boyish, studenty looks – something to do with being immortalised in Withnail and I.

The really bad thing about the raid on his home in Bristol was that the thieves made off with his wife Annie’s computer, and she (a writer) lost several weeks worth of work.

“There are some scumbags in the world,” says Paul mildly. “They came through the front door at night. The kids and I were in the house asleep. Though apparently – I asked the policeman about this – the real rush hour for burglaries is two o’clock in the afternoon. It makes sense when you think about it. You wouldn’t look twice at someone hanging about the house at that time. There are always people round our house.”

“Like who?”

“Mates, musicians…you know.”

No, I don’t know really. It sounds lovely. Mates and musicians chilling out at your house all afternoon, the twang of an acoustic guitar, probably joss sticks and instant coffee.

The funny thing about Paul McGann is that it’s difficult to tell whether he is really very intense and energetic or as laid back and ordinary blokey as he makes out. Take his face, which can look somewhat grey and severe one moment and then all young and smiley the next. He can switch from headmaster to naughtiest boy in the class by just lifting the corners of his mouth.

He is the second oldest of the McGann brothers, the Liverpudlian acting family. No one (I’ve enquired round the office about this) can ever remember how many there are though most people seem to throw in a few names like Mike [eh?], Joe and Steve.

Paul – he ought to be reliable on this one – says there are five McGann siblings including one sister. Mike [She means Joe] is the eldest by just 16 months. Amazingly, there don’t seem to have been any rifts or feuds over the years. Paul thinks that being part of a clan can be a positive advantage to an actor. “It’s true that if people don’t see you on screen for a while they forget about you. But if you’re a McGann you get four times the opportunity of being seen. We are pretty interchangeable.”

He pauses for a moment and studies my face for a reaction. “You think I’m joking, don’t you? But it’s true. We’ve stood in for each other on acting jobs. The last time was a couple of years ago and no one was any the wiser.” He says he can’t remember what TV show it was. But I have the suspicion that this may be a diplomatic memory lapse.

Boys will be boys. And being so close in age the McGanns have also shared, not only jobs, but girlfriends. “I don’t remember us exactly passing girls around. It was more a case of the girls taking themselves around under their own steam,” explains Paul.

Quite so. “Women love the McGanns,” said Richard E Grant, Paul’s co-star in Withnail and I, adding, “while my admirers are mostly old men in trenchcoats.”

Withnail and I, directed by Bruce Robinson in 1987, is one of those films that brings a smile to people’s faces at the mere mention of the title. A low-budget surprise hit, McGann and Grant played a couple of out-of-work actors living in majestic squalor who spend the entire film veering from one bender to the next.

“It’s one of those films which just cheers people up. It’s always a laugh if someone comes up to me and talks about it. I’m always glad to meet Withnail fans. The funny thing about Richard is that you can’t think of a better drunk act than him but in fact he is allergic to alcohol and never drinks. He can’t metabolise it. But you know almost everyone has had their Withnail era, lived in a terrible flat, endured the squalor, we’ve all met that drug dealer, we all stayed up too late. It’s great to have been in something that has got into folklore in the way that Withnail has.”

Not all of McGann’s projects have been so happy. In fact he has been dogged by the most awful bad luck. In the mid-eighties he was very much the bright young hope of British TV, starring on BBC1 as First World War soldier Percy Toplis in Alan Bleasdale’s controversial Monocled Mutineer. A move to Hollywood seemed on the cards and off he went in 1987 to appear in Steven Spielberg’s Empire of the Sun, though most of his screen time disappeared on the cutting room floor. A similar fate awaited his role in Alien 3.

And there was more bad luck to come, including a car crash in Spain in 1991. Three years later he was in the Ukraine filming Sharpe for ITV. “We had a day off and were out on the beach playing football when I ruptured my knee. It was horrible, it swelled up like a balloon and I just wanted my mum. I tried to soldier on but in the end I had to be flown back to London.”

Sean Bean took over the coveted role of the dashing Sharpe and McGann found himself embroiled in a protracted court case concerning his contractual obligations. “Let’s just say that none of us was aware how badly injured I was. It was tough because I needed the dough at the time – and there would have been a lot of it – and that would have got us out of a domestic hole. It sent me into a bit of a spin, to be honest.” McGann’s next doomed project was as Doctor Who in the Hollywood-produced version which became the centre of another lawsuit between the BBC and a consortium of backers. The film, made in 1996, was a flop.

“I can’t regret it. It was a laugh. If it had gone ahead I would have been committed to five or six years in the US and I’d have had to move the family there. I didn’t want to be Dr Who at first – it’s a bit like taking over the responsibility of becoming the Pope – and I thought it was a silly idea. After all, I’m a po-faced dramatic actor.”

Last year McGann starred in Fish, BBC’s off-beat legal drama which was pulled because of dismal audiences. Recently he filmed The Biographer, playing Andrew Morton at the time when he was writing his celebrated book about Princess Diana. The film has yet to be released.

“I’m glad I did it. The scripts might have been salacious and awful but they weren’t. You don’t see Diana at all – just a fleeting glance from a distance with her back to us.”

Now, finger crossed, he’s back in another new BBC drama, Sweet Revenge, playing Patrick Vine, an “expert” in revenge whose clients want more than the old tried-and-tested methods involving “cutting up clothes and dead fish”.

McGann himself has toyed with the idea of revenge in the past. In 1996 [Actually 1994] he was spotted kissing Catherine Zeta Jones and became the subject of intense media interest. That Catherine was an old friend and the kiss no more than a mwah-mwah peck did not prevent the McGanns’ lives being made a misery. “It caused my wife Annie and I – and Catherine – huge distress. It’s very upsetting to be at the centre of that kind of attention. And did I want revenge? Too right I did. I wanted to get out there and throttle someone. Rightly or wrongly, I chose to do nothing. I didn’t want to dignify it by making any kind of statement. In the end the whole thing petered out because it was a non-story.”

Together for 20 years, Paul and Annie have two sons – Joe, 12, and Jake, 10. Annie studied acting at the Bristol Old Vic and their move from London happened over a long period of time. “We were in our own Withnail phase and felt we had to rejuvenate and get out of London, so we used to go to Bristol for weekends. We created a kind of bolt hole and eventually just forgot to leave. Then, when Annie was first pregnant we had to be grown up and buy a house. It was at that time in the late eighties when houses were a ridiculous price. That’s the real reason we stayed on in Bristol – we just couldn’t afford to live in London.”

He lives in Bristol almost by accident and he is an actor almost by accident.

“I never wanted to be an actor. I never went to Stratford-upon-Avon, or kept scrapbooks or had pictures of – I don’t know – Alan Howard on my bedroom walls. I would have liked to have been a musician. It was almost obligatory growing up in Liverpool – you kick a ball around and play in a band. But what I really wanted was to be a track and field athlete. I would have been perfectly satisfied with that – an athletic career or even teaching sport. But I didn’t make the Olympics which I wanted to do. It just didn’t happen. It was something to do with being 16 and highly sexed like all 16-year-olds and discovering the inside of the bar. So in the end I just slipped into the acting.”

McGann may have the ability to go with the flow but it’s clear he is not always so easy going. “I’m mellowing a bit. But there are times when I’ve wound myself up in knots, and in egotistical terms I think I was a bit of a bastard. I have thought about revenge in childish moments and temperamentally if I was going to get back at anyone I’d do it long after the event. That’s not nice, is it? I don’t forget but I’m reaching the stage where I can forgive. I’ve been a very jealous person as well. I’ve been jealous of my wife, jealous of my brothers and I’ve been jealous of people I’ve never met. Anyone who says they haven’t felt the same is a liar.

“I’ve reached the slow realisation that no one is really looking at me. You know how when you’re a kid you think you’re the centre of everyone’s attention? Discovering you’re not is refreshing, especially for an actor.”

McGann’s mellowing process is the result of hard experience. And he seems remarkably sanguine about his woeful luck. And old (well, middle-aged) hippy that he is, he quotes Sanskrit at me.

“You find what you should be doing through your mistakes. I really believe that. And so much depends on luck. There’s a Sanskrit saying: ‘Where you stumble, there your treasure is’. Do you like that? It’s good, isn’t it?”

#paul mcgann #interviews #how did this woman manage to write this without checking some simple facts?#poor mark whose name is apparently difficult to get right #headdesks #mcgann monday

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Can you do yuuichi ootori for the 20 hc thing 🤗

My boy!!! My favorite Ootori!!!

Fun fact I’ve tried to post this twice and the app crashed both times. 🤞.

1.) Like I said with Kyoya, the Ootoris are new money. Yoshio’s grandparents were farmers prior to WW1 and then stumbled into a fortune. Yuichi is the only sibling old enough to remember their great grandparents, who died when he was 7.

2.) Yuichi is the most down to earth Ootori, mostly because his Great Grandma Kyoko would come back from the dead and bitch slap him if he started acting high and mighty.

3.) Yuichi is a dog person in a house full of cat people.

4.) Yuichi is Akito, Fuyumi, and Kyoya’s half brother from Yoshio’s first marriage to his childhood sweetheart. He inherited the company shortly after Yuichi was born and decided his wife wasn’t fitting of his status. He quietly divorced her and married a richer woman, who had Akito and Fuyumi two years later. None of the siblings know that Yuichi has a different mother.

5.) Yuichi has always been Fuyumi’s partner in crime, with her getting them into trouble and him talking them out of it. This dynamic continued into adulthood, but now almost exclusively applies to their father.

6.) Even though he loves his siblings, Yuichi can never remember how old Kyoya is. Every time he guesses, he’s always a few years younger than the actual answer. It’s the oldest to youngest child dynamic (speaking as the oldest of four myself)

7.) Yuichi is bad at lying but very good at bending the truth. He can omit information like a pro but if you ask him to tell a bold faced lie he will immediately start sweating.

8.) While he was in university, Yuichi fell in love with a Psychology student a year above him. The feeling was mutual and he wanted to marry her, but knew his father wouldn’t approve because (while wealthy) she wasn’t rich enough for the Ootoris. The relationship never went anywhere, but the two are still in contact and at 29, Yuichi Ootori remains suspiciously unmarried.

9.) Up until Kyoya’s mall trip, Yuichi was undefeated as the only Ootori siblings to have ever eaten a meal from McDonald’s.

10.) Yuichi has a one sided tension with Akito. While has adored Yuichi practically since birth, Yuichi sometimes feels resentment for Akito solely based on the pressure his father put on both of them to compete for the title of being the heir to the Ootori name. He feels awful for this resentment, especially considering how Akito comes to him with everything.

11.) The rest of the Ootori siblings come to him for advice on everything since he is the least likely out of all of them to tell their father.

12.) Yuichi’s policy on what Kyoya does is a lot more lax than the other members of the family. If he sees Kyoya doing something “unfitting of his status” he will immediately turn around so he can deny he ever saw him. It’s the unspoken “go ahead, I saw nothing” when he very obviously caught him sneaking out to do teenager bullshit. And, true to his word, he will keep his mouth shut. That is unless he finds out it’s illegal, dangerous, or stupid in a way that isn’t funny. Even then he doesn’t tell their dad or say anything to Kyoya himself. Instead he will run his mouth to Tachibana. He knows who Kyoya actually listens to.

13.) His approach to his other siblings in adulthood is “did you add or subtract from the population? No? Then please don’t tell me”. He will help them out of a situation but for the love of god please don’t give him ALL the details. As long as no one gets arrested and dad isn’t pissed, then all is well.

14.) As shown above, Yuichi actively hates being in the know about most topics that don’t concern him. It makes him feel out of control.

15.) Yuichi’s third year at ouran was also Akito and Fuyumi’s first. He spent most of the year keeping them out of trouble.

16.) Mr. Ootori’s computer password is Yuichi’s birthdate in numerical order.

17.) Yuichi is 6’4 and is the tallest Ootori.

18.) Yuichi minored in history in college, which is the field he wanted to go into before his father had him go to medical school instead.

19.) A lot of people have described Yuichi as “too gentle” for the line of work he is in.

20.) When Kyoya was born, Tachibana would sneak Yuichi into the nursery so he could see his baby brother. He was the only Ootori sibling interested in doing so.

#yuichi ootori #Yuuichi Ootori #the Ootori family #ouran high school host club #ohshc #i love him #I’m also very partial to the hc that he’s Kyoya’s dad

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nightwingshero · 1 year

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Rowan Palmer for the oc facts

Thank you love!!!!

Rowan broke her ankle when she was younger and it has continued to be a problem for her since. She's not naturally clumsy nor is she clumsy for no reason--it will give out on her during hikes and if she's hunting. She has lost game because of it and it bothers her.

Shocking enough, Randy and Rowan are decent friends. Not super close but more than acquaintances. It started when they just happened to strike up a conversation in the Spread Eagle while a game was on. It became an unspoken tradition for them to watch the game some weekends, both supporting opposing teams for the fun of it.

She will never admit it, but it actually bothered Ro when Whit and Eli dated in high school. Mostly because of her issues with Eli, but it was something that she just...never mentioned and never will.

Eli going through the divorce and losing his son was one of the things that actually brought the siblings together, or at least made the rift between them smaller. There's definitely still tension and unfinished business, but they are a lot better off than before.

Jacob saved Rowan's life a year or so before the Reaping began. Ro was hunting and shit went wrong with a wolf, and long story short, he saved her ass. She kinda helped her brother as they worked together and became somewhat close to the oldest Seed brother...someone maybe catching a bit of feelings despite her better judgement.

If it wasn't for Dutch's intervention, I'm not entirely sure Rowan would have worked with Wren and they might not have actually...met. Not in the way they do, at least. Its still a small-ish county, word travels. But Rowan was on her way to the ranger station the morning after the events at the church, and Dutch happened to catch her on his cameras, then directed her to Wren and Sharky. Had she gone unnoticed, she would have taken the Whitetails on herself.

Ro has had run ins with Sharky before, so the deputies and Sherriff of Hope County are not the only law enforcement personnel he's had to deal with and she has almost made him the top priority in terms of wildlife endangerment due to certain fires getting out of control.

Speaking of wildlife, Rowan has actually had a row or two with Miss Mable in terms of her legally keeping Peaches and staying up to date on regulations. Of course Mable always used the "its not your jurisdiction" as a way to weasel her way out of it...or at least try to. Because Rowan wouldn't let that fly and insist she's the closest thing to it there, so...Peaches was almost taken from Mable twice, at the very least. The most recent altercation was due to the cage needing resized, but it was just before the Reaping began, so Peaches didn't get her new cage.

Bob Dylan is one of Rowan's favorite artists to listen to, followed by Bob Seger and CCR. She has a ton of cassette tapes for her old truck that she will play on repeat. Older music is way more up her alley, and its something her and Wren either bond or fight over, depending on the artist.

Rowan is Wren's better half, if we're being honest. I know that there's a lot of memes about Wren, Randy, and Jane being the ultimate trio, and that's true. But Rowan...they're yin and yang. Even after shit goes down, she still has Wren's back. Even if her heart is broken with how everything goes down. Rowan is loyal and supportive, she does what she can to make sure that Wren is okay when she can. That absolutely means making sure she has provisions when they happen to team up. She leaves extra ammo, food, water, and medical supplies to make sure Wren has what she needs.

#oc: rowan palmer #far cry 5 #my ocs #asks #i honestly love her so much

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mildlylesbian · 1 year

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Hermitcraft Headcannons Masterpost 2023

This is a remake of a previous headcanons post I made last year. Since making said post I've not only engaged with the community more but have also learned a lot about the content creators themselves which has changed some headcanons.

All Hermits are not included on this list, either due to me not knowing enough about them to properly headcanon, or because I personally didn't feel comfortable doing so. I'd love to hear your headcanons for everyone though!

PLEASE NOTE: These headcanons are based heavily off of the lore for my upcoming fic 'Of Songbirds and Watchers', if something does not make sense please glance through the posts in the fic tag before telling me it doesn't make sense. /lh

Formatting for this will be short childhood history followed by bullet points of relevant shit.

Grian

Grian was born to two Avian parents. However, the Avian gene skipped over him making him entirely human. He's the oldest child of 4, having one biological sibling named Jimmy and two adopted sisters named Lizzie and Pearl.

Was a successful Admin prior to EVO, with projects such as Wyrnncraft

The Watchers took interest in him because he was able to manipulate code much easier than most

He isn't open about his time with the Watchers. However, it's not a secret

Often dyes his wings or manipulates his code to appear less watcher-like

Wears custom boots that mimic bird talons when flying to assist with landing

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Pearlescentmoon

Pearl's biological parents are unknown. It's not shocking her parents abandoned her due to her 'Black Witch Moth' wing coloring. Luckily she was adopted and now has three siblings, Grian, Lizzie, and Jimmy.

Joined EVO late due to being away on work

Was obsessive over her search for her brothers following their disappearances

Insists on everyone else taking care of themselves despite never taking care of herself

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MumboJumbo

Born a human, Mumbo spent many years improving his redstone technique before joining the Hermitcraft server at 17.

Would meet Grian through servers they both frequented

Turned into a vampire during season 8 and promptly spent the entire season living off of veggies to avoid hurting his friends

Also searched for Grian following EVOs collapse, however was unaware Pearl was also looking

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GoodTimeWithScar

The vex don't typically name their young. However, the name Scar was given to this vex by his brother due to the Scars that littered his body from all the times he was injured. They also typically don't have family units, instead being born and given to an evoker, Scar did not care he gave himself a brother.

Following the loss of his mobility as a teen and his increasing need for mobile support the vex planned to abandon Scar, instead he and Cub ran away

Uses a wheelchair and cane depending on the day

Yes, human flesh is part of his diet. However, so long as he keeps a meat-rich diet he only needs human flesh once or twice a month

Jellie was the first non-hostile mob Scar met outside of the mansion

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Cubfan135

Cub was named by Scar because he reminded the other man of a bear cub. Really scary looking, but actually a cuddle bear. He accidentally acquired Scar as a sibling, and despite acting indifferent to him actually adores him and will commit several crimes to ensure his safety.

He's technically the second-oldest Hermit and a senior. However, a de-aging potion reversed his age to his mid-20s - making him physically younger than his younger brother

Despite having a physical age in the mid-20s he still has a few grey hairs, thanks Scar!

Plump boi (idk how else to phrase this, he's round and gives great hugs)

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Iskall85

Iskall was born a dwarf and raised communally by his server. He picked up an interest in redstone pretty early on and left home in his late teens to pursue his knowledge before joining Hermitcraft.

Lost his left eye to a redstone malfunction

Robotic eye was crafted by Docm77

Often mistake as ImpulseSVs brother

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ImpulseSV

Impulse was born a dwarf on the same server as Iskall. However, the two never interacted before joining Hermitcraft. He left the commune in his early 20s to pursue building and redstone before joining Hermitcraft.

Has difficulty growing a beard and gets upset when his is cut

Often mistaken as Iskall85s brother

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Geminitay

Gem was born a faun and spent the majority of her life alone in the forest, learning how to control her plant magic. In her mid-teens, she discovered other players who stumbled into her world. Through them, she learned about building and began learning herself.

Is able to control plants and make them grow faster at the expense of her energy

Has deer legs and antlers

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Bdouble0

Bdubs was born a human. However, after a bad run-in with a phantom he turned into a phantom-hybrid. This event caused him to have a fear of the dark, leading him to sleep before the sun set every night.

Despite being a phantom-hybrid, Bdubs does not burn in the sun. He does however easily get sunburned

He has wings and nightvision

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Docm77

Doc was born a satyr on an unknown server before being kidnapped and experimented on my players trying to play god. These experiments left him as an amalgamation of satyr and creeper.

Upon escape, he crafted robotics for parts of himself that were now missing, such as his eye and arm

Making these robotics caused him to fall in love with redstone

He wears a labcoat as a way to cope with what scientists did to him

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RentheDog

Ren was born to a large wolf-hybrid pack on a server. He left in his late teens to learn more about other players and still keeps in close touch with his various brothers - so much so that he has invited several to the hermitcraft server at times.

Has separation anxiety due to being a wolf-hybrid

Wears sunglasses due to having sensitive eyes

Has enhanced earing and dislikes constant loud noises

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Ethoslab

Etho is an enderman-hybrid, and much like the mob he is a hybrid of he appeared out of nowhere one day. He is known to be an inspiration for many people due to his personality and redstone skills, however little is known about him.

His red eye is robotic and was created by Doc

There is a lot of nerve damage on the left side of his body, causes unknown

Wears a mask because it makes him feel more comfortable

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FalseSymmetry

False is an eagle avian who was born a twin to a well-respected family on a server. However, she was kidnapped as a child and lost most of her memories. She escaped her kidnappers on her own and later joined Hermitcraft.

Empires!false is her twin, not her clone here

There is no rhyme or reason to this backstory, she just gives off the vibes

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Stressmonster101

Stress was born a flower fey and spent her childhood in a secluded forest. In her late teens, she befriended a witch who taught her about potion making. She would later leave to pursue her own interest and join Hermitcraft.

She has fairy wings because I said so

Can manipulate plants much like Gem

Resident healer due to having a basic knowledge of potions

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ZombieCleo

Cleo was born a human and worked as a teacher on a family server in her early years. However after a respawn gone wrong, she was revived but never healed, causing her to become a zombie. This freaked out her server and she was kicked.

Can withstand the sun for a few hours before burning

Due to having to constantly stitch her own skin back together, Cleo is a master sewer and is the go-to for surgeries and clothing

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JoeHills

Joe claims to be a human, but no one is convinced. He grew up on a normal server, lived a normal life, and joined Hermitcraft. For such a normal backstory he's really fucking weird /pos

Changes his appearance so regularly that people get confused as to who he is

Really likes poetry, will recite it to you without being prompted

Xisuma and Grian are the only ones with evidence of him being human, despite this even they question it

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iJevin

Jevin was originally just a normal slime, but one unexpected code glitch mid-consuming a skeleton later and now he has sentience. Everyone is confused but accepts this.

Dyes himself blue to avoid being mistaken for a slime mob

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Keralis

Keralis is best described as an eldritch horror. He is made of void, can alter his appearance on a whim, and consume entire servers if he so pleases. Men fear him and fish want him.

Sweetest dude you will ever meet

His eldritch horror status isn't known server-wide due to poor experiences in the past with telling people he's a world-destroying being

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Zedaph

Zed was born a sheep satyr and always took an interest in the world around him. He spent many years studying mobs and hybrids while experimenting with redstone in hopes of making life easier for everyone.

Huge hybrid activist

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TangoTek

Tango is a blaze-hybrid who wondered out of the end by mistake. Trying to return he learned a lot about the overworld and decided to settle there after telling his family.

He is fire-resistant but cannot stay in the cold long

The flames on his head react to his current emotion, getting bigger and hotter when he's passionate and dimmer when he's unsure or nervous

If his flames go out he gets deathly ill

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Xisumavoid

Xisuma was born a voidwalker, eventually leaving the end to learn more about overworld players following an encounter he had with one.

His suit allows him to breathe in the overworld, without it he will suffocate

Does not know when to take a break

Doesn't have a shadow

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EvilXisumavoid

Ex was never born, but rather made. Due to a glitch, Xisuma's shadow gained sentience, and would later be given a body. Ex resented his 'brother' as Xisuma referred to them, annoyed with the knowledge that he had spent much of his life living as a reflection of the other.

Ex was not always his name, although his given name has been disowned by him and forgotten by others

Has grown fond of the Hermits over the years, and never intends to harm them in a way they cannot recover from

#long post #hermitcraft headcanons #tagging the hermit tags seems obnoxious for this one #pinned post

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x-ceirios-x · 2 years

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sora sawamura

the basics

full name: sora sawamura

nickname: sor, mura (among friends), and various swear words (among his family)

gender: mostly cis male

pronouns: he/him or they/them

age: 16-17

birthday: february 10, 1995

appearance

height: 5’9

picrew 1 2 3

relationships

parents: unnamed sawamura parents

sibling(s): daichi sawamura (older brother), ritsu sawamura (younger sister), kaito sawamura (younger brother), hana sawamura (younger sister)

typical friend group: his teammates, yuuji terushima

significant other(s): (post timeskip) yuuji terushima

the story

Sora is the second oldest of the Sawamura family and somehow probabky has the worst middle child syndrome out of the three in the center (age-wise). He’s incredibly competitive and, since he was in grade school, tried to be better at Daichi than everything. It started out as simply brotherly competition, but as he got older, it caused a strain in their relationship.

As kids, though, the two were thick as thieves. They are the closest in age out of any of the children and until they were about 12 & 13, seemed to read each others minds. Many thought they were twins until they got older. They spent almost all their time together and enjoyed (almost) every minute of it.

Rather than following his brother into volleyball, however—in middle school he started playing soccer. Mostly just street games with other kids in the area, but he grew to love the game a lot.

Around this time, his younger sister, Hana, was getting old enough for them to have shared interests and the two of them simply clicked together. They spent several nights playing video games until 3AM, watching tv, sometimes just chilling on a bean bag chair and taking cat naps in his shared room with Kaito.

Time went on and Sora decided he wanted to make his own decisions and decided to attend Johzenji High School instead of Karasuno. In his first year, he met Yuuji Terushima, another kid in his class who he later learned just adored volleyball. He agreed to practice with him as long as he got some help in return.

The two spent most of their time together after that (much to the dismay of their teachers) and got into quite a bit of trouble together. Nothing major, of course, but they were excellent pranksters and knew how to run. It cost them detention and/or laps at practice several times, but all of them were worth it in the end. He encouraged Sora’s (pretty modest) teenage rebellion and they went through a lot of phases of hairstyles and colors together. Sora was his favorite model and he was perfectly content standing out with blond hair for a while.

Yuuji was around for his biggest moments, good or bad—whether it was his winning goal at the game before nationals or another fight with Daichi, he was always there, and after a while, Sora wasn’t so sure if his feelings were strictly platonic or not.

Daichi had been out for a year or two at this point, but he still felt awkward talking about his conflicting feelings at home. Because the issue was with Yuuji and he couldn’t talk with any of his siblings or parents, it led to a lot of repressed feelings that, unfortunately, ended up coming out in arguments with Daichi pretty frequently. One night, he finally snapped and told him everything that was going on and for once they didn’t fight but instead figured out a way to hug it out and remind each other they still love them despite all the fighting lately.

With a weight off his chest, Sora had a long talk with Terushima about all his feelings the past few months. Yuuji, very openly pan, laughed when he originally told him and eventually said he didn’t mind and he’d be willing to help him figure everything out. The two never made anything “official” but went out on a couple of dates here and there, and there was a lot of kissing involved for the next few months. (Which scarred poor Ritsu once or twice.)

By the end of their second year, he began to realize he did like guys, just not Yuuji in the way he originally thought. The two had a minor & amicable ‘breakup’ (if you could call it that) and decided to stay friends through the rest of highschool (and even then later on).

With this realization, he started to realize he should be more open about his interests and not worry about what the guys on his team, friends, or family will say when he tries to come to terms with himself and things he wants to try. When his soccer season ended third year, he decided to keep himself busy by trying out for a local community theater show and discovered a real love for singing and acting. Instead of the weird looks he expected, his entire family (including Daichi, already graduated), Yuuji and a lot of his friends on the volleyball team, and his entire soccer team came to cheer him on for his first supporting lead role in a show he still loves to present day.

While soccer was fun, he decided to continue on with acting since he fell in love with it so much, and ended up going off to college and joining local shows for that. Because of opportunities presented through that, he went on to be in several stage productions of shows he enjoyed and managed to snag tickets for his family and Yuuji any time he was in any of their areas.

#xx.sora #daichi sawamura #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu oc

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angstyclowns · 2 years

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Shouto going home and finding all of his siblings flirting with his omega? I thinkcitd be funny

This absolutely would be hilarious.

Alpha! Shoto Todoroki X Omega! Reader (Ft. The Todofam)

Alright, alright, let's set our stage.

You and Shoto have been going steady for a while, starting the courting process in your second year.

You were a general studies student with a photogenic memory quirk. Pretty neat stuff, but nothing someone *Cough Endeavor Cough* would like twice at if they were interested in Quirk eugenics

BUT it's something someone like Shoto DID look at!

He thought it was incredibly cool when you managed to read an instruction manual for how his suit worked ONCE and you managed to fix it just like that ever time afterwards

So yeah, he likes that about you and how you hang onto everything he says, paying attention to him and him alone. You never expected anything from him.

You simply did it because you liked him.

Anyway, so sappy stuff out of the way, you and Shoto start courting. He is smitten with you my love!

Like, he's walking you to and from your class (Aizawa tries to stop it, but he really can't), making sure you take breaks to eat, making sure no alphas come into bother you.

He's just- he likes you a lot okay?

Flash forward, you guys are freshly bonded and he decides it's time for you to meet his family. You understood it was a rough patch (Patch. Heh, like on his face-) for him and let him move at his own pace.

When you two were bonded there was nothing anyone could do to change that. >:)

No matter how hard they try.

Dinner is at his old family home, where Fuyumi and his mother cook while Touya (Formerly Dabi) and Natsuo bitch about their father...To their father.

He lets you in first, helping you with your jacket and shoes, brushing his nose against yours when he has the chance.

You purr at him and that calls the attention of The brothers (TM).

You know that tiktok audio thats like "Are you Jason's new girlfriend? Dude, I didn't think had it in him, I mean have you seen him?"

That's them.

Touya jumps over the couch, beating Natsuo to you and your cowering into your alpha at the sudden onslaught of pheromones pushed your way. Shoto, a loving and doting alpha, steps in between you and his shorter brothers (As the youngest, he'll be the tallest, guarantee. I say as the oldest of three and the shortest).

"Can I help you?"

"Is that who your courting-"

"How'd you swing a peach like that-"

"Come on, little brother, you can't keep 'em all to yourself!"

Your alpha growled lowly, in warning. "I can and I am. This is my omega." He angles his chin upwards, the bonding mark you returned to him the night of your fifth anniversary dark and prominent.

His brothers stared at it in awe and shock. How tf did their little brother chain someone down before they did?!

"This is Y/N-"

You wave bashfully before two gorgeous woman, one a bit older, appear from the kitchen. The younger one, with red bits scattered in her hair, was quick to come up to you, trapping your hands in hers.

"I'm Fuyumi! Those two are Touya and Natsuo, ignore them." While she was a beta, she had a pleasant smell that set your inner omega at ease.

Shoto, while a little more at ease when you were with Fuyumi and his mother, never strayed far from your side. He almost constantly had a hand on you (Be it your hip, your thigh, your knee, your as- sorry).

While simple compliments may of went over your head, they never did his. "Y/N, your skin is so soft!" "Y/N, your smell is divine." "Y/N, you're glowing in this light, are you trying to win me over?" "Your quirk is incredible for information gathering, and you're just support for Shoto?"

Every one was more grating than the last. Testing the iron will of your alpha.

Of course, your happy face and smile made everything a lot more better, even if his siblings (And he's sure his parents at some point) tried flirting their way into your heart, pushing him out.

But you were his, well and truly, evident with how you redirected the compliments and proudly showed your bond mark. "Thank you! Shoto buys some great lotion, I can send you the link! It's unfortunately a little pricey though." "Shoto says that too, I'm starting to believe it, haha." "Nonsense, Touya, I'm sure someone will eventually though." "I'm happy with supporting Shoto form the sidelines, thank you though!"

And he's both so proud and so...irked. How dare they think they even have the chance?

Maybe a pup, or two, would put them back in their place.

He'd have to test his theory.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero acadamia #alpha bnha #alpha shoto todoroki x pregnant omega reader #alpha shoto todoroki x omega reader #alpha shoto #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #alpha shoto todoroki #bnha x reader

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animeomegas · 3 years

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Omega!Bakugou headcanons

Anon: Pssssss imma need some more omega Bakugou like now no it make him jealous too because why not

AND

Anon: hi! could you do some omega!bakugou x male alpha!reader? nsfw and sfw pls <3

nesting too pls!! idk why but I love the idea of nesting sjdjsnd, pregnant bakugou fluff would be lovely too <3

AND

Anon: Hi I was wonder if you could do omega Bakugou sfw and nsfw please 🥺

(Hey, everyone!! Bakugou is very popular in my inbox! Okay, let’s write some omega!Bakugou headcanons <3 I have another request for pregnant!Bakugou, so I’ll add that part of the middle request to another post 😊 Also, I only write for a gender neutral reader. I hope you all enjoy~)

Warnings: N-sfw under a cut, suggestive behaviour multiple times not under the cut.

Nesting:

Bakugou is not an omega who is big on nesting. He does nest and he’s very proud of his nest, but he doesn’t feel the urge to nest super often.

He doesn’t keep a permanent, all year-round nest, he’s kind of a clean freak so having to constantly clean all the blankets in his nest would drive his nuts.

He does nest during his heat and late term pregnancy, and also after periods of extreme stress, but not often outside of these times.

But if he knows his alpha likes his nests, he might build them for his alpha when they’re stressed, although he’ll claim he just felt like making it and it shouldn’t go to waste.

It’s not a very convincing lie.

His nest is not in a very popular style, mainly because Bakugou overheats so easily.

It’s a simple double mattress on a very low frame, with a couple of pillows and sheet like blankets that he normally uses as a base rather than a covering.

He has a black and red colour scheme that he thinks is the coolest thing ever, and he definitely has an All Might pillow hidden somewhere at the back that he threatens his alpha to keep a secret, it’s very cute.

He likes his nest to be in an easily defendable position, whether that be inside a large cupboard or wardrobe, or a small room with one door and a small window.

Bakugou also keeps a mini fridge by his nest, as a lot of omegas do, to store water and food, but what he has that a lot of omegas don’t, is a mini freezer too.

He keeps ice packs and ice lollies in there to help when he’s in heat because his temperature tends to get way too high.

Bakugou doesn’t like being vulnerable, so his nest is a sensitive topic for him.

It takes him quite a while to let his alpha into his nest, but he’s quicker to let them chill outside of it, holding his hand and keeping him company. He would probably let them outside his nest after courting for a year and knowing them for at least two years. When he lets them inside depends on a lot of factors, including how well they deal with him from the outside of his nest. It could be anywhere from three months to another year.

Pups:

Bakugou has always wanted some pups, but in a removed and distant kind of way. After all, becoming the No. 1 hero was far more important than any of that ‘family’ nonsense.

He only really considers pups when he’s in a very committed relationship and at a comfortable place in his career. He’s not prepared to take time off at a vulnerable career moment, after all.

Bakugou wants two children, because, while he would never admit it, he always wished he had a sibling when he was a kid, so he wants to give that to his children.

But he’s very conflicted about it.

Firstly, two pregnancy leaves would be a huge blow to his career. Prime hero years and prime ‘having children years’ are the same years, so in a way, he has to decide how to balance these two priorities. He isn’t sure he wants to risk his career with that much leave so close together (heroes can’t be in the field while pregnant at all, so it would be a huge sacrifice.)

Secondly, he’s nervous about how useless he would likely feel while pregnant. He’s a workaholic and being confined to his house and losing control over his quirk would drive him nuts.

So, he doesn’t really know what to do. He doesn’t share any of his concerns with his alpha, but he does take their wishes into account too. If his alpha really wants two children, Bakugou does keep that in mind. But he’s not a push over. If he decides that two maternity leaves are too many, then it’s too many. It’s his body and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise.

So, with all this in mind, Bakugou is fucking thrilled when he finds out he’s having twins.

Two pups for the price of one pregnancy leave?? Sign him the hell up!

Bakugou has twin boys, both alphas, and Bakugou just cannot believe his luck that all his problems just fixed themselves.

“But I don’t want to go!” came a defiant voice from the back seat of the car. Both you and Bakugou sighed, not keen on restarting the disagreement that had plagued the household for the entire morning. It had taken twice as long as normal this morning to get the twins dressed and in the car because of this very argument.

You could see Bakugou about to open his mouth to tell him that they had to, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Why don’t you want to go, sweetheart?” you cooed at your oldest son.

“I don’t want you and daddy to leave…” whimpered your youngest son, answering in his brother’s stead.

Bakugou winced and reached a hand into the back and squeezed each of his son’s hands in turn.

“I know.” He said simply. You could feel his guilt, even though you both knew it was the best for all of you that the twins get used to nursery so that both you and Bakugou could go back to focusing on your careers. They would be fine, you tried to convince yourself. Millions of kids do this every year and it works out fine.

The nursery came into view, and you refocused your attention onto finding a parking space in the little car park on the side of the building. You could hear your sons shifting anxiously in the back and it pulled at your heart strings. You pulled into an empty space and turned off the engine. You and Bakugou shared a single look before moving to get your children out of the car with practiced ease.

“No,” your eldest son shouted. “I’m not going to go. I’m staying here!”

You had tried to take him out of the car seat, but he had refused to cooperate. You didn’t want to pull him out in case you hurt him. Bakugou came to stand behind you, your youngest son clutching his neck desperately.

“Let me talk to him,” he spoke softly, handing the younger twin over into your arms.

“Hey,” Bakugou said softly, leaning down to peer inside the car where his eldest son stubbornly sat with his arms crossed. “It’s okay to be scared to go to nursery, you know.”

Your oldest son visibly flinched and avoided looking at Bakugou in the eyes.

“I’m not scared, daddy. I just don’t want to.”

“Uh huh,” Bakugou said, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not!” Your son exploded. When he realised that he’d just shouted at his father, the colour drained from his face and his bottom lip started to quiver. Bakugou wordlessly held out his arms and his eldest son accepted the embrace just in time to burst into heavy tears on Bakugou’s shoulder.

“It’s alright,” Bakugou hushed. “I’m not angry at you.”

In your arms, your youngest son was watching his brother cry and letting out little whimpers into your neck. You rubbed his back soothingly and whispered that everything was going to okay.

Out of the corner of your eye, you realised another parent was staring judgementally at your family. Bakugou clearly also noticed because he bared his teeth as a warning and the parent quickly moved on. You scoffed at the idiot who thought it was a good idea to antagonise an omega who was looking after a distraught pup, let alone when said omega was a top ten hero.

“W-What if they don’t l-like me?” your eldest whimpered out.

“Here,” Bakugou wiped some of the tears away with his thumb. “How about this, you tell me if anyone is mean to you and I’ll sort it out, how does that sound?”

“But…” your son hesitated. “But what will you do?”

Bakugou grinned.

“I’ll make their parents regret doing such a shitty job at parenting.”

You gasped, halfway between scandalised and amused.

“Katsuki!” you reprimanded and smacked his lightly on the shoulder.

It did seem to cheer up your sons, though, who were now giggling at your antics.

“Daddy said a bad word,” your youngest twin giggled to you.

“He did,” you pressed your lips together. “And it was very naughty of him.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and instead placed the pup in his arms on the floor, taking him by the hand. You did the same and slowly, you both made your way toward the school gate. The mood dropped, but neither of your children tried to resist.

You could see a teacher standing at the gate to escort the new students and you made your way over.

“Remember,” Bakugou said before you reached the gate, stopping you all for a moment. “We’ll be back in this many hours,” he held up three fingers. “Can you guys tell me how many this is?”

“One… two… three…” they both said together.

“That’s right! See? You guys are going to be the smartest ones in there,” Bakugou boasted, ruffling their hair.

“Careful,” you teased. “They’ll turn into you.”

“Are you saying I’m always the smartest person in the room?” Bakugou grinned back.

“No, I’m saying you always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”

“Oi!” he growled, knocking his shoulder with yours. The pups giggled again, seeming to be in higher spirits. You escorted them to the gate at the front of the playground and let the teacher introduce herself.

And with one final goodbye, your pups were off into the nursery and out of sight.

You and Bakugou walked to the car in silence, digesting what had happened and processing that your little ones were now old enough for nursery. You both slipped back into the car and began the drive home.

It was weird to think that your children were neither with you, nor at home waiting for you, but that kind of existential deep dive could wait until later.

Bakugou’s hand settled just a little bit too high on your thigh. For the moment, it was time to appreciate the novelty of an empty house.

Jealously:

I don’t think anyone would be very surprised to find out that Bakugou can get quite jealous on occasion.

In the early days of your relationship, he’s very nervous that his alpha is going to find a ‘better’ omega, an omega who is more traditional, and leave him for them. It takes a lot of bravery for him to leave himself vulnerable to being abandoned, and occasionally the insecurities seep through.

He hates the whiny, simpering omegas that plaster themselves onto the nearest alpha, and it makes him furious to see anyone doing that to you.

He has no subtlety, no brooding angst, he just threatens the other omega(s) away to their face, and then drags you somewhere private to cover you in his scent.

Later in the relationship, things change. He’s extremely confident that his alpha is his. Why would they ever leave him? He’s the best fucking omega ever!

Instead, he gets jealous if he isn’t getting enough attention because you’re spending too much time with someone else.

He doesn’t do this in a possessive way, it’s just that he doesn’t get a whole lot of free time and when his alpha spends that free time with someone else? Another omega? He’s pissed.

He gets surly and passive aggressive about it, and it’s extremely obvious.

The best way to fix it is to just give him lots of attention, he won’t behave like this is you have to leave for something important (he understands duty like the best of them), so it’s very easy to address.

Bakugou idly stirred a pot of miso soup as the radio in the kitchen blasted out whatever awful top 40 song it had picked this morning. He had only put it on to fill the silence really, which was the only thing this awful excuse for music was good for in his opinion.

He was making breakfast for the two of you as a kind of mini celebration. He had two days off in a row, the first time in a couple of months because of his crazy work schedule and he wanted to make sure he spent every moment that he could with his alpha. And so, here he was, getting up early to prepare breakfast for your both.

There was a lull in noise as the radio switched between songs, and in the few moments of silence, Bakugou could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom. He grinned. Perfect timing.

He put down the last plate and waited for you to come out, you should be here any second now.

Fiddling with your shirt one last time you swung open your bedroom door, bag on your shoulder, finally ready to leave. You were interrupted momentarily by a delicious scent in the air. Bakugou must be cooking, so you followed the smell to the kitchen and walked in to say goodbye to him, vaguely sad that you were going to be missing his food, but he was probably only making himself something to bring to work, anyway.

And then you saw the elaborate breakfast spread your heart stopped. Had you forgotten an anniversary? Bakugou looked just as shocked to see you dressed up and ready to leave. However, his shock soon melts into frustration.

“Why are you all dressed up?” he growled, the excitement that had been on his face when you walked in now gone. “You said you weren’t working today.”

“I’m not,” you said quietly, confused as to why he was so upset. “Izuku messaged me while I was getting dressed and invited me for brunch, I was just going to meet him.”

Bakugou’s face screwed up at your words. He went to open his mouth but then stopped. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He was doing the breathing exercises that his therapist taught him for when he was angry. What had you done to make him this upset?

The relaxing exercises clearly weren’t working for him because he stood up from the table and stalked out of the room suddenly, shutting himself in your bedroom. You winced as the door slammed shut behind him.

Oh dear… you had made your mate so upset that he had shut himself away in your bedroom. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot. It was time for some damage control (and a quick check of the calendar to makes sure you hadn’t actually forgotten an anniversary or something.)

You shot a quick text to Midoriya, apologising for cancelling and letting him know that something had come up. He sent back a ‘don’t worry!’ message and about six smiling emojis. Well, at least he wasn’t also mad at you.

Fishing out a tray from the cupboard above the sink, you stacked it up with as much food from the table as you could, thankful that it appeared to still be warm, and carried it to your bedroom door.

“Katsuki?” you called out, knocking on the door with your foot. “I’m coming in, is that okay?”

There was silence. Well, silence was better than swearing, so you carefully slid open the door and moved towards the brooding lump on the bed.

“The fuck do you want?” he growled. “I thought you were going out to eat with Deku?”

You froze at his vicious tone. Was he jealous? Well, that was a lot easier to solve than forgetting an anniversary, at least. With a smile, you slid the tray onto the bedside table and climbed on the bed behind you mate, letting out a reassuring scent. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring how he tensed in your embrace, and whispered into his ear.

“Why would I spend time with Midoriya when I could be spending time with you, hmm?” you whispered, purposefully blowing hot air onto his neck. You revelled in his full body shiver. “The only reason I accepted plans with Midoriya was because I thought you were going to work.” You pressed as close to him as you could and placed a single kiss right behind his ear. Bakugou melted at the affection.

“Come on now,” you continued, a coy smile on your face. “Let’s not let this delicious breakfast go to waste.”

You reached over and scooped a little bit of rice onto your fingers before holding it up to his lips. Bakugou opened his mouth with only a small grumble in complaint, and you made sure to push your fingers a little deeper inside than perhaps absolutely necessary.

“I promise I’ll make this morning’s misunderstanding up to you.”

Miscellaneous:

Bakugou’s scent is fairly sweet but still quite smoky.

When he’s upset/stressed, his scent is like burnt sugar, and when he’s very happy/excited, he smells like almost like a marshmallow roasting on a bonfire.

It’s a very pleasant scent but it does tend to divide people. Some love it, and others hate it. Bakugou doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about his scent (except his alpha, but shh, that’s a secret!)

In his family, his father is an omega and his mother is an alpha and while they are happy together, Bakugou always promised himself that he would never end up in a relationship like that. He didn’t want some alpha bossing him around like his mother bossed around his father.

Bakugou finds meek alphas (and people) annoying, but he doesn’t like super aggressive alphas either. He’s attracted to people who exist in the middle of those extremes.

Bakugou knew he was an omega from birth, and it was something he was very insecure about for a long time. It was a big part of why he turned out the way he did as a child, he was making up for something that he viewed as a weakness by being as aggressive as possible.

His mother wasn’t great at making him feel secure in his secondary gender, assuming he would like certain things and pushing him in certain directions simply because he was an omega.

His father said that he was there if Bakugou had any questions, but he let Bakugou reach out to him instead of reaching out to Bakugou, and Bakugou was too proud to make the first move.

Bakugou ends up deciding that being an omega wasn’t going to stop him becoming the No. 1 hero. He decided that he could overcome being an omega.

It wasn’t until he was an adult that he actually started to accept being an omega was a part of him that he didn’t need to overcome, but that he could instead embrace and that it didn’t make him weak to do so.

When he does become a mainstream hero, he makes sure to always tell the omega children that he meets that they can do whatever they want and still be an omega.

N-sfw under the cut

Bakugou is a switch, mostly.

Oftentimes he switches multiple times in the same session, so his alpha needs to be quite the brat tamer to keep him from getting frustrated and trying to get on top so that he can control the pace.

He has a very high sex drive, and he likes to have a partner who can match him because he way prefers sex to masturbating.

It would be hard to find someone whose chest and nipples are as sensitive as Bakugou’s, and when he’s in heat, he can definitely orgasm just from his chest being stimulated.

Bakugou is also definitely a squirter, something which he was very shocked and embarrassed to find out.

Bakugou generally prefers slightly rougher sex. He gets bored when the pace is too slow and definitely scratches and bites (and is happy to receive the same in return).

When he’s in heat, Bakugou is a bit different.

He’s not a pillow prince by any means, but he is definitely a lot more passive than he is normally.

He’s not super loud, but he definitely swears a lot, even between waves of heat when he gets grumpy that he’s too hot and sticky. That swearing is a lot less sexy though.

Bakugou’s sexual side doesn’t really come out outside of his own home. He doesn’t like flaunting anything in public and can even get uncomfortable talking about sex with his friends, especially when they tease him with personal questions. He’s definitely a private person when it comes to sex.

Although that is not to say he isn’t confident in the expression of his own sexuality, much to opposite is true. He is definitely the kind of person to order some new toy or outfit on the internet every month to surprise his alpha.

He’s sexy and he knows it, so why not?

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havenoffandoms · 3 years

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72 for Geralt/Jaskier?

I meant to post this a lot earlier... sorry about the wait, nonnie. I hope you like it anyway. I'm not sure how it came out in the end after I agonised over this for the past couple of days, but it was fun going back to my Geraskier roots.

Masterlist

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier

Prompt 72: Character A has a secret. Character B does whatever they can to find out what it is. When they find out, they wish they hadn't.

Warnings: brief angsty episode, mention of Geralt's traumatic childhood

Also, I love that art! Holy Shit!? So of course this had to feature before the fic <3

Travelling with Jaskier had its downfalls.

For one, the bard talks a lot. He never stops, not even in his sleep, and that would drive any man insane if you ask Geralt. He listens to Jaskier waffling about poetry all day, every day, he doesn’t have to endure a lecture on the benefits of iambic pentameters when he’s trying to fall asleep, thank you very much. Jaskier also likes to complain about every little thing that causes him discomfort, which when they’re on the path, ranges from fly bites all the way to sore feet. Travelling with a human also means that they travel considerably slower, unless they’re both riding on top of Roach, but Geralt doesn’t like putting his best girl under that kind of strain very often.

For all of Jaskier’s flaws, Geralt would hate to have to separate from his bard. At least, when Jaskier is close by, Geralt can keep an eye on him and make sure Jaskier doesn’t get himself into any unnecessary trouble. Having Jaskier travel with him gives Geralt peace of mind. He appreciates the singing as well, even if he could stand to tell Jaskier this a bit more often. Geralt deems that his bard’s ego is plenty inflated without Geralt making it worse. Not to mention that life always seems a little bit brighter when Jaskier is around, and the nights are a little less lonely as Geralt gets to pull his bard close and fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart. Knowing that Jaskier is safe is the only thing that lets Geralt sleep peacefully at night.

You’d think that after nearly two decades of knowing his bard, Geralt would have figured out Jaskier’s secret by now. Geralt is, of course, referring to Jaskier’s near supernatural ability to always come up with coin when he and Geralt need it most urgently. Geralt has no idea how the bard does it - his songs are popular, granted, and on a good night Jaskier makes enough to buy a nice room for the night and the better pieces of meat from the kitchen. Still, being a bard doesn’t pay that well, not even if you were as famous as Jaskier. Just last week, Geralt’s horse and most of his belonging were stolen by bandits, leaving Geralt travelling on foot and too poor to afford to buy a new horse. Two days later, Jaskier came trotting up to their camp atop a gorgeous mare, looking mighty pleased with himself but refusing to tell Geralt how he managed to afford to pay for the horse.

“Would you believe me if I told you I stole her, Geralt, my dear?”

“Not in a million years,” Geralt admitted deadpan, pulling an offended squawk from his songbird.

“Just because I’m a bard you don’t think I can steal a horse?”

“I don’t think you could ever steal a horse because you’re as stealthy as the proverbial bull in the porcelain shop.”

It’s not just the horse, though. Geralt’s armour needed replacing and good armour doesn’’t come cheaply. Geralt doesn’t hire the services of just any blacksmith or armourer to craft his weapons and protective gear. He has his regular suppliers, the ones he always goes back to because he knows that their work is reliable and of the highest quality. And even though these people know Geralt by now, even offer him a friends and family discount on occasion, their wares still come at a hefty price. Geralt, as it turns out, didn’t have the coin to replace his armour for a few months. He desperately needed new boots, though. A new pair of breeches wouldn’t hurt either, and his silver sword broke in half whilst fighting a particularly vicious griffin a few weeks back.

Geralt didn’t even mention all of this to Jaskier. That didn’t stop the bard from going ahead and commissioning a brand new suit of armour, new silver and steel swords, as well as a few casual clothes for Geralt to wear on the warmer summer days. All of this must have cost an arm, a leg and a fucking lung, and yet Jaskier acted like he didn’t just break the bank all for Geralt’s benefit. He didn’t even get anything for himself and that realisation had Geralt feeling slightly embarrassed about the gesture.

“You don’t have to buy me all this stuff, Jask.”

“I know that, dearest,” Jaskier assured him, eyes soft and an easy smile playing on his lips, “but I wanted to. Only the best for you, my sweet witcher.”

The mystery of where Jaskier managed to find the coin to pay for all this remains unsolved, despite Geralt’s questioning. Well, if Jaskier won’t outright tell him, then Geralt will just have to investigate the matter by himself.

"Where the fuck did you get your hand on all the coin to pay for all this?" Geralt asks one evening, blunt and straight to the point. There was probably a kinder and gentler way to ask this, but after spending weeks mulling over Jaskier's sudden new-found fortune, Geralt has lost the little patience he possessed in the matter. Jaskier, on the other hand, looks perfectly unperturbed.

"From the bank," he offers simply as he sprinkles expensive herbs over the hare Geralt caught earlier that evening, "you know, where people deposit their valuables? I know you witchers don't believe in bank accounts, savings and interests, but-"

"Where does the coin come from?" Geralt interrupts, hissing those words through clenched teeth.

"Why, my inheritance."

Geralt stares for a long while. It takes his brain several seconds to catch up to what Jaskier is telling him, and another few seconds to make sense of the words. Inheritance?

"What inheritance?"

"Well, when my father passed away he left me and my siblings a share of his wealth. That's how inheritance works. Say, pass me my satchel my dear, I think I have some more spices in there."

Geralt wordlessly hands Jaskier his satchel, still trying to process this new discovery. Come to think of it, Geralt knows precious little about Jaskier's family. Sure, that's probably on him for never asking, but Geralt has grown so used to Jaskier oversharing every aspect of his life that he never needed to ask his bard anything. Jaskier just… never talked about his family. Or his childhood, or his upbringing. His life story seems to always begin when he was a student at Oxenfurt.

Geralt is growing curiouser by the minute.

"When did your father pass?"

"Oh? Uh… good question. Maybe a few years after I went to Oxenfurt? I'm not sure. I received a letter from the bank notifying me that a share of my father's wealth was deposited in my account."

Geralt frowns. "You never went back to find out what happened?"

"No."

Well, that's an oddly abrupt response, and Jaskier doesn't seem like he's got anything to say on the matter. Which only makes Geralt feel more curious about the whole thing.

"Why not?"

"Geralt…" Jaskier heaves a sigh before putting on a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, too tense to be genuine. "My father and I didn't get along. I felt no need to go mourn him with the rest of my noble family in Lettenhove when he passed. That's it. That's all there's to it. I was not a good enough man to refuse my share of the inheritance, either, despite my non-existent relationship with him."

That's a lot to unpack. Geralt always assumed that Jaskier had a good childhood. Then again, he would think that, wouldn't he, considering Geralt spent his own childhood being tortured by magnanimous and sadistic mages. Where most children got to spend time outside helping out in the fields or playing with their friends, Geralt was put through drill after drill, after drill… until he was physically unable to walk so much his muscles hurt.

"Wait… did you say your noble family?"

"Hm?"

"In Lettenhove… there's nothing in Lettenhove. Only the Viscount and his family live there on a large esta-" Geralt's mouth clicks shut as realisation dawns on him. "Your father was the Viscount of Lettenhove?"

"Yes. And since I'm the oldest, after he died that title passed onto me. But I much prefer being a bard, so I graciously devolved my duties to my younger brother, who now manages the estate. Are we done with this conversation?"

"I didn't mean to make you mad…"

Geralt watches Jaskier stop dead in his tracks, his shoulders briefly tensing at those words, before exhaling loudly through his nose. Jaskier anxiously rubs the back of his neck as he straightens up and offers Geralt a sheepish smile, that one warmer and softer than the previous one.

"Sorry, dear heart. I didn't mean to be so short with you. It's just… well, there's a reason I don't bring up my family all that much."

"Hm." Geralt gently taps the spot next to him on his bedroll, and Jaskier doesn't have to be told twice. Soon, Geralt has one arm wound tightly around Jaskier's shoulders. Not quite a hug, but the intention is there all the same, and Jaskier eagerly melts in the embrace. "I shouldn't have insisted. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. You did nothing wrong." Jaskier nuzzles the crook of Geralt's neck sweetly before depositing a featherlight kiss just over his pulse point. "Do you want to ask me anything?"

Geralt ponders over that question far too long before whispering an answer in the air pocket between them.

"Did he hurt you?"

Jaskier hesitates.

"Not physically, no. He didn't approve of my aspirations and choices. He didn't support me. I suppose it hurt a little when he didn't see me away to Oxenfurt at the age of 15, but he never raised a hand on me."

"Hm." Good, Geralt thinks. No child should ever have to suffer at the hand of an adult. Geralt earned plenty a beating at Kaer Morhen, some justified and others not so much. Just because he went through this doesn't mean he condones it.

"At least I get to spend his money on someone I love," Jaskier offers softly, eyes as blue as the deepest ocean glancing up at Geralt through dark lashes, “That, at least, the old man can’t take away from me.”

A happy little rumble bubbles up Geralt's chest, despite the blush gracing his cheeks.

"I never thanked you for the gifts." Geralt blushes a deeper shade of red at the realisation. "Sorry. It's been a long year."

"Well, good thing we're heading North soon then, hm?" Jaskier straightens up so he can cradle Geralt's face in his lute-calloused hands. Their eyes meet then, amber seeking out blue, and Geralt thinks that he must be the luckiest son of a bitch in all the Continent.

"Yes," he agrees in a whisper, tilting his face to place a kiss on the inside of Jaskier's wrist, "good thing, indeed."

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dicksoutformtl · 2 years

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✨ Charles Offdensen headcanons ✨

@pikaflute hi hi~!! I’ve had these sitting in my notes for ages, i hope you like them :3c

Family life

I’d like to state, I have two variations of his family life one where he’s the oldest sibling & one where he’s the youngest. The one in my head often is where he is the youngest so I’ll talk about that variant for now c:

-> Charles was born into a family of very hard working if not workaholic parent’s. They’re the kinda family that wasn’t bad by any means, like nothing of severe neglect nor abuse, but the kind where they’re distant enough that it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Let’s just say they make him feel some sorta way especially when he grows older. He has three greatly older siblings two sisters & one older brother who was drafted ove seas came back home an hasn’t been the same since. His brother’s never talked about amongst his family, but there are some not so good things said about him from his parents. Rather true or not he doesn’t know as he’s immediately shut down with any questions about the “illusive” brother.

-> His older sisters weren’t a huge part of his life as a young child but when he got older they came into motion more. One of them I imagine working in something big like NASA or something of the like where she made big moves for women of her time ( tho it’s often over looked -rolls eyes- go figure for the time ). The other sister is a loving house wife who owns a wonderful ranch in somewhere in Montana. She has five kids who are varying in ages one of them is kinda closer to Charles age & often teases him for it. This sister was considered the “trouble child” at the time when she was younger. Bad things happen yadda yadda she meets her adoring husband & we get to her final “good end.”

-> Charles as a young boy spent a lot of time with his grandparents, whom he adores greatly but not that’s you’d catch him ever saying that of course he’s always been a rather serious child. & boy did they love music! There wasn’t ever a time they didn’t have the radio playing music nor didn’t they have their vinyl records playing. The two would often dance with one another or pull young Charles into one of their impromptu dance sessions.

-> It was with them that Charles got his love for music, they instilled in him at a very young age how important music is. It can be can truly be intimate thing with himself or with others to a wonderful way to express yourself when you often struggle with words. Overall he holds music very highly even as an adult though you may not be able to notice.

Goofy headcanons I have with not a whole lot of thought in them:

-> His sisters & him have specific days that they call each other it’s like clockwork for them & something Charles looks forward to every day. This has been going on for years now never missing a day.

-> He adores his nieces & nephews even though the majority of them like to tease him that they’re older then him. He was nicknamed “ Baby Uncle” but is now has expanded to something sillier I can’t think of atm lol.

-> Charles is actually named after his grandfather. His grandfather was a big burly man who had a smile that could light up a room. He didn’t smile often though so it was always a treat when he did. He taught his grandson how to fence, fighting ( ig hand to hand combat ), & how to carve wood.

-> His grandmother taught him how to cook, something when he has the actual time to is fantastic at like you *have* to have a homemade meal by him at least once it’s to die for. She also taught him finer things in life like the arts to things like strategic games such as chess. She was a softer looking woman but would take absolutely no shit from no one & she made sure Charles wouldn’t either.

-> Him & his parents the older he gets are on interesting terms as I’ve stated they aren’t bad parents. Though they’re not great either. He appreciates them & what they did for him with helping him through college twice. But there is always that sense of minor resentment he feels towards them. Hard to explain for me tbh, but just know they didn’t do anything out right bad.

-> there are times I headcanon Charles having a daughter but that’s a whole other thing but I thought I mention it c:

Random assortment of hc’s with no real theme

-> Charles was a hippie believe it or not!! I headcanon he was in college somewhere in the 70’s into maybe the 80’s ( nothing definite but ehh kinda around then ) he started going off to college for music, he wanted to do something in that area before he ended up getting wrapped up with the hippies. He was actually drafted for the war at one point but he ended up burning his slip & ducking low. I don’t have this fully fleshed out but i know this is part of the reason he dropped out of college the first time he went. Don’t worry he had a good time.

-> Second time at college was when he into his current line of work he does for Dethklok the name escapes me :’) I’m sorry about that. He’s much more serious now & quite a bit older so he’s very invested i this. I’d say around this time he meets Magnus Hammersmith, i haven’t decided on how I want this to go like quite a bit I’m very flip flop on it all lol. This is also the “broad” time he gets into SnB an often when he’s not busy goes to their concerts.

-> I hc him as bisexual & loose with his gender. He’s not necessarily in term “on the feminine side” but isn’t afraid to tread into that territory. To him gender is very broad & wide in its ways, though he does have a preference for the masculine swing of things. If I made any sense with this also nsnsns. His first girlfriend was a transwoman named Juniper, they were dating beforehand when Juni came out to Charles. I wont go to on much longer but it was a very loving relationship though they did grow apart. They still keep in contact even after all these years!

-> Honest to god the best person to have in your corner, you can see with how he is with Dethklok, hes not jsut like that with anyone they mean something to him & not just in a work way either. He’s like that with others too always has been. He puts his entire heart & soul into a person once he deems them “worth his time.” He won’t waste his time with people he doesn’t see worth it, he’s never outright rude or nasty if it’s not called for but you can normally feel it.

-> Bad with flirting! I just, he’s not very good with it I don’t have a good reason for this one I’m just slapping it on him lol.

-> he can play several instruments but often doesn’t have the time anymore to keep up with them. He does remember how to play it’s a muscle memory at this point & if you’re lucky enough he may play for you.

-> another one with no reasoning he smokes out of a tobacco pipe his grandfather carved for him years n years ago.

-> he’s not a good singer! He’s not like tortured cat bad at singing but he’s not great either. He’s more of the instrument playing gifted musician vs the ones who can actually sing.

-> I also hc he’s got to meet a lot of famous musicians during his hippie years as he tried to stay low from the government. They taught him a lot of things with not just life or rock n roll but other things too.

-> huge fan of the singer meatloaf!! Saw him in person quite a few times & has several signed paraphernalia he owns.

-> shh don’t tell anyone but he has a small green house & vegetable garden c:

-> i also headcanon he still prefers vinyl over any other music format & has a huge collection filled with all kinda of music ranging from metal, classical, jazz, so on so forth.

I don’t have anymore written down, or least none that I found so I’ll just stop here but if I ever get anymore I can’t tag you in them if you’d like c:

#a lot of this is word vomit & me slapping things onto the character with no regard for canon lol #hes a good man tbat charlie boy & i should come up with more thought out hcs for him sometime lol #mtl #metalocalypse #charles foster offdensen

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nctrsn20 · 3 years

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THE ELINOVAS' ANGELS

ELINOVAS' ANGELS [inspired by VICTORIA SECRET ANGELS] are a group of girls who are known for empowering women and they are the girls of NCT.

Originally, it was a brand group for supermodels but the daughter of the founders' company bought the name for various brandings.

Introducing 2/3 of ELINOVAS' ANGELS who are WAYV's SOULMATES. Everyone in ELINOVAS' ANGELS have strong bonds with each other but these girls are known for having each others' back.

BIRTH NAME ― Nicole Elly Nelson

NICKNAME ― Retired Assassin, Ex-Hitman

STAGE NAME ― -

OCCUPATION ― Bodyguard

IMPORTANT RELATIVE(S)/SIBLING(S) ―

CURRENT LOCATION & DESTINATION ― FRANCE ⤍ KOREA

used to be a bodyguard for WAYV but now she is officially a bodyguard for Elinovas Sisters

a focused, independent and guarded individual (which the girls would always ask her to relax but she won't listen to them)

there's a reason why she is mostly guarded, and that's because it's because of her tragic childhood - she had an older sister but she was shoot by the head from protecting her younger sister, which is herself

since then she is always on a look-out due to her work too

started to use her trauma as work and that's how she became a bodyguard

which leads to meeting Kun and the others (they were slightly stubborn and mean to her at first but thanks to Kun, they kind of slowly began to accept her)

Kun is everything to her, it was as if she depended Kun on her closed-off emotions, that he had to sit down with WAYV at first to find solutions for her and then sat down with her (the boys understood the assignment)

used to be detached but as she begins her journey with WAYV, she kind of learn from the boys' on how to involve herself with others (in a good way), helping the others with the knowledge she has

she even took a bullet for Kun and that's how she realized she is in love with him and it was so obvious (she was even more shook that Kun confessed to her and yeah, let's just say they were in their own world)

meeting the Elinovas Sisters has made her more empathetic and with just a week of spending time with each other, they treated her as a sister

and thanks to the Elinovas Sisters as they introduced her to the other Elinovas Angels girls, she realized that DNA doesn't make a family

BIRTH NAME ― Alyona Alice Elinova

NICKNAME ― Party Queen, Ms Badass

STAGE NAME ― Alice Elinova

OCCUPATION ― (Main) Face of ELINOVAS Co, Model

IMPORTANT RELATIVE(S)/SIBLING(S) ― Yelena Olivia Elinova (Oldest), Aurelia Rose Elinova (Youngest), Leah Antonella Ivanova (Cousin)

CURRENT LOCATION & DESTINATION ― FRANCE ⤍ KOREA

5/7 original super-model of ELINOVAS ANGELS

face of ELINOVAS Co.

just like the youngest, she is loved by many but also hated too

out of the 3 sisters plus her cousin, she is WELL-known to break the rules or regulations (for example, when she goes parties or events in the club as a representative of the company, she isn't suppose to drink 2 shots but she didn't care at all)

most clubs would invite her as a guest

known for handling her alcohol well

the day where she was drugged, is the day when she met Ten (yes, she was drugged by one of Ten's enemies and luckily he was there)

it was really a mess that day but she remembered being in one of the rooms in Ten's club and no one is in the room, so she decided to make a exit since she was all fine but as soon as she took a turn, she was met by Ten and she swore she could see Ten's eyes widened twice (the atmosphere was weird as well as what she felt, and so she decided to walk passed him - not knowing that he was the one who saved her)

fast forward to a few months with him trying to get close to her and soon turns into a weird tension, and one fine night became a night where both her and Ten ended up in one of Taeyong's hotel (yes, they slept together as in SmEXy)

and their relationship kind of grew from there - he was clingy, sweet, kind of funny and adventurous (she didn't know what they were at that point, friends don't make out with each other unless they were fwb but she knew they were more than that since they told each other regarding their personal lives)

when she thought that she had something special with him, it all came crashing down when she saw him with a girl from a rival group of Elinovas Angels being all close and personal (what's worse she had to see them make-out and shit, poor Alyona)

damn homegirl went pissed that she had to bail out of the event and she NEVER exits out of events early (let's just say she personally drove herself to the Elinovas Angels mansion and cried her hearts out, also to see Lucas and that's when she finds out about another side of Ten according to Lucas)

definitely a red-flag to her from what Lucas said (homeboy said Ten has different girls every week but according to Lucas and the other WAYV members, he actually talked about Alyona to them, saying positive stuff about her which Ten had never done before which was talking about the girls he hangout with)

every time she tries to avoid Ten, she keeps on seeing him as if they were fated to be together and one day they had a one to one talk which made Ten chase after her, realizing that he loves her and weirdly, she can't seem to stay away from him too

BIRTH NAME ― Chua Nina Liling

NICKNAME ― Lingling

STAGE NAME ― Chua Liling

OCCUPATION ― (Main) Model & Ambassador of CHUA CO.

IMPORTANT RELATIVE(S)/SIBLING(S) ―

CURRENT LOCATION & DESTINATION ― FRANCE ⤍ KOREA

6/7 original supermodel of ELINOVAS ANGELS

known for having an endearing face but a sexy body

out of the girls, she is the most calm person (no wonder she gets along so well with Winwin)

is quiet too but have to force herself to be sociable when in parties or events

knows about NCT since her parents are in business terms with both Taeyong and Yelena

but isn't aware that her high-school friend is a member of NCT (he didn't think that that was the same Dong Sicheng she knew during high school)

until she literally saw him from a corner while talking to an important guest (she is lucky that she can multitask - lowkey eyeing onto someone while conversing)

somehow her eyes made the other party which is Winwin noticed and hence they made eye contact

girl is shook

it was her that approach him, she didn't waste no time to go to the other side of the room (they exchanged words and somehow she got his number)

wasn't aware that in his eyes that she is talkative but in her eyes, he changed (he became more manly)

isn't surprised that he lives in Korea but she is more surprised that he is a member of NCT after seeing Taeyong basically hugging Winwin like a koala

they became more closer with Winwin inviting her to hang-out with the other NCT members (at the same time he introduced her to Wayv members)

at first, she isn't fond of the members but she is very fond of some of the members' girlfriends (she works for Elinovas' Co. as a model although she has her own family business)

sticks with Winwin in events where the whole NCT is there

Winwin doesn't know this but she likes him lowkey

BIRTH NAME ― Emilia Crystal Carter

NICKNAME ― Emi, Mimi

STAGE NAME ― Crystal Carter

OCCUPATION ― Model

IMPORTANT RELATIVE(S)/SIBLING(S) ― Jackson Wang (Got7)

CURRENT LOCATION & DESTINATION ― FRANCE ⤍ KOREA

the last original supermodel of ELINOVAS ANGELS

known for being Jackson Wang's best friend, partner in crime and crazy cousin

also known for having a rbf (resting bitch face) during runways

people thought that she is his sister but no, they are just cousins who would always invited to family events

at first she wasn't close with Jackson but because both has seen each other faces, he thought might as well they became friends and someone close since they are like a family

two family gatherings already made them became close friends

she would always be invited in the Wang Company parties

now let's fast forward on how she rescues Lucas one time in a club

there is a reason why she kind of save him - that's because she knows who is Lucas thanks to Jackson

Lucas was actually invited to one of the events and she noticed him thanks to Jackson because he kept on rambling about this certain individual saying that she should be friends with him and their energy match bla bla bla (she honestly didn't listen to him fully but what she remembers that this person is tall, he is even taller than her)

so yeah she saved him (although she didn't know any context but she heard the girl saying Lucas is a liar and saying he didn't have a girlfriend) by saying she is Lucas girlfriend

only the Elinovas Angels knows this but she is a good actor - she knows how to act, for example if she is extremely angry or extremely sad - bro she didn't even cry, she just covers it with a smile (only god knows how emotional she is)

she tends to hide her true feelings

and that incident made both of them close and she had to tell Lucas that she is Jackson's crazy cousin that everyone talks/knows about

when she says she knows Lucas, she knows about Lucas's work and what he does during tasks that was given by his own bosses

she was surprised that Lucas is actually a gentleman although he flirts a lot, yet he is respectful to her

he didn't even touch her or anything even when he accidentally made skin contact, he would jump like afar in surprise (he is a very funny guy)

maybe that's why she likes him more now

BIRTH NAME ― Daniella Violette Allen

NICKNAME ― Dany, Ella, Vio

STAGE NAME ― Violet

OCCUPATION ― Singer-Performer

IMPORTANT RELATIVE(S)/SIBLING(S) ― Chani (SF9)

CURRENT LOCATION & DESTINATION ― LAS VEGAS ⤍ KOREA

a talented underground singer

a shy individual but once you get to know her, she is a confident type of girl that you actually forget how she is when you first meet her

her fans wanted her to be more famous but tbh she prefers to perform underground instead of performing in an enclosed area

she likes to perform outdoors no matter how freezing it could be

and she has a reason why she stayed underground and that is because of her parents and her brother (she is adopted and her parents along with her brothers are involved in the mafia business)

though she wanted to stay out of it, her parents would always ask her to perform for their friends' events hence she just went along with their request (and she gets paid thrice as the ones she perform outside, who wouldn't say 'yes')

her brother, Chani, is also a member of SF9 who is also friends with NCT (she didn't know much but she heard they had work together)

is very close with her brother although she is adopted (he kind of tells her everything, what had happened both bad and good and she would tell him any interesting events that had happened between her and her fans)

by now she knows what is going on in the mafia world although she didn't want to get involve (she thought it's better to know what is going on around her to avoid incidents)

somehow she always ends up being Chani's plus one in social events (compared to both of them, she is more sociable than Chani)

and somehow and weirdly she is introduced to Kun thanks to Chani and next few events she attended with Chani, she became close with Kun

and the next few days she has a performance at an underground alley and surprisingly from far she saw someone kind of looking suspicious (she almost wanted to call security but she saw a glimpse of the individual face)

she saw everything from him being all lowkey and seeing a few men somehow looking for someone that this was the moment to call her security to secure her fans who were chilling while enjoying her performing

she can't help but to glance at his area not knowing she actually made eye contact with him (she is a professional that she just smiled it off although on the inside she is wondering who on earth would a NCT member be outside in this timing?)

after the performance ended, she didn't think twice to go after him and she saw a glimpse of white stuff on his packet already knowing what he was doing (she surprised herself by telling him what she knows about the men she saw, telling him that those guys are notorious for cheating money)

and that's how they became strangers to friends then to close friends (which Xiaojun would actually accompany her whenever she has performance underground or sketchy places)

until one day Xiaojun accidentally confessed to her as they sat down drinking after a performance (she confessed coolly too and she kissed him on the lips first, that was the day they started dating and they started to make the relationship official)

a very lowkey relationship - that's because she didn't want to cause trouble for Xiaojun and he didn't want cause trouble to her too since he is in a very well-known mafia group

BIRTH NAME ― Allison Jamie Taylor

NICKNAME ― Ally, Jamy

STAGE NAME ― -

OCCUPATION ― Artist

IMPORTANT RELATIVE(S)/SIBLING(S) ― Adriana Marie Taylor (Oldest)

CURRENT LOCATION & DESTINATION ― KOREA

unlike her older sister who is described as boring and work-oriented, she is more to being a curious and carefree individual

she is friendly too but unfortunately, her face didn't allow her to be friendly (she has a rbf)

people are scared of her so she decided to just do her own things which is painting

unlike her sister who in more involve in business terms, she is more casual in terms of her art business

has her own art studio

she often does art exhibition

other artists calls her the 'exhibit angel' because first she does regular exhibition (like thrice a month) and lastly, she would divide the amount she receive by selling her works then to donate it to the ones in need

sometimes, people would come to her art studio for her to paint a piece of them but they end up buying the ones that were in the studio

which of course she allows but she had kept one particular portrait secure and framed on the wall

many people question her what is the drawing about and she could only laugh and smile before gazing into the painting, telling them it was someone who she never fails to remember

the only person who she told about that particular painting is of course her older sister (that's because the older one visited the younger in the middle of the night since she missed the family dinner to only find her being covered by multiple colors on her hands, seeing she was painting a particular painting)

she told her older sister that it was someone from high school, she actually considered him as her first love although she never confessed to him and sadly he left out of nowhere - although he was really shy at that time, in the long run when they were close, he was funny, nice and kind.

she remembered feeling gloomy for a whole month whenever she is in school, seeing the empty chair beside her but she get used to it throughout the following years in high school

back to present, one day she decided to accompany her parents' who are old and they wanted to go to this specific workshop and she just went along to accompany them

she didn't even bother to listen to what her parents talking or who they are talking to as soon

as they enter the workshop, she is fascinated with different kind of tools on the wall

the place was very bright and colorful although she figured out all of them were different car parts (that's when she realized that she is in a car workshop, but somehow, this was somehow a different type of workshop)

until she met the eye-contact of the owner of the workshop, she didn't even hesitate to frown deeply while pointing fingers calling his name (she instantly recognize him, he never change at all, he is the only boy she knew who looks like Prince Eric hence that nickname who she usually call him is strictly his)

the boy who she missed is standing just a few steps away from her, pointing his fingers to her too

there was too much to talk about that she gave him her number when he ask her questions, Hendery gave her his number too

maybe because it was all a sudden when they wanted to start talking, her parents had already called her out as they wanted to leave after making a few purchases

she couldn't help but gave him a look where she didn't want to leave but he ensured her that he will call her right after he ended his shift

she gets to know that Hendery is working for NCT, a member of Wayv and he owns the car workshop, he had to leave high school as he had to move to China because of NCT related problems

she couldn't help but miss him, causing her to slowly fall for him

BIRTH NAME ― Leah Antonella Ivanova

NICKNAME ― Lia, Nella

STAGE NAME ― -

OCCUPATION ― (Main) Social Work Degree Student, Wardrobe Stylist (Theatre)

IMPORTANT RELATIVE(S)/SIBLING(S) ― Yelena Olivia Elinova, Alyona Alice Elinova, Aurelia Rose Elinova

CURRENT LOCATION & DESTINATION ― FRANCE ⤍ KOREA

known for being the tsundere in the Elinovas family and Ivanova family

very very very close with the Elinovas Sisters (she is actually consider a sister rather than a cousin to Yelena, Alyona and Aurelia)

she is the only one who isn't well-known compared to her cousins

prefers to be lowkey

although her family is rich, she decided to work her own which is a wardrobe stylist located near her university (currently)

but she works for Yelena too (surprisingly she is good at styling the models so Yelena only invited her only for overseas runways)

is an introvert at first but as you get to know her, she is more than that

a competitive smart-ass in terms of studies

really smart

isn't friendly in class but is helpful when someone genuinely needs her help in terms of studies

known to score high marks consecutively in her class

until a boy named Yangyang came into her class and he destroyed her rankings (she hates his name as soon as he introduced himself as a new classmate and she even hates him more when he beats her by one mark)

and this would happen for the following months till somehow they openly hate each other, and the class would just let them fought since they were the smartest (they are in their own world where their classmates didn't even have any words to insult them)

one particular day which she somehow was pissed at Yangyang for no reason and she had said words which she didn't meant but Yangyang didn't care at all (and she felt bad the end of the day so she decided to follow him and she didn't even know how she ended up driving while chasing after Yangyang who was running)

she decided to just get him onto her own car and he didn't even waste no time to argue (as she was driving, let's just say she is lucky that she is a very good driver and she knows how to avoid more damage to both of them since gunshots were being fired)

kind of figured out he is working for NCT not knowing he was actually a member

fast forward to college where they attended the same college but different courses, kind of awkward at first but they never fail to say 'hi' when they see each other' in the hallways

somehow thanks to that incident, they got each other's phone number thanks to Kun that day when she was being asked by Taeyong and Kun

they were considered as friends by now (but to Yangyang, she was more than a friend to him)

until one day a few people came in to her house on bright morning of Monday where she is just about to go to school

she couldn't remember what happened but she was knocked out good on the head, and she was awakened

the first thing she sees is Yangyang basically sleeping at the side of an unknown bed

[ MASTERLIST ]

[ N-WAYV MOODBOARDS ]

[ N-127 MOODBOARDS ] - [ 127'S SOULMATES ]

[ N-DREAM MOODBOARDS ] - [ N-DREAM’S SOULMATES ]

#wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv mafia #wayv mafia au #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct mafia #nct mafia au #wayv

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okay-victoria · 3 years

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Random Personal Rant

For anyone somehow here not from the original thread, this started off me getting asked what finishing school is and me getting shit off my chest that is only mildly relevant about how I could both be of the social class that gets sent to finishing school and grows up on welfare.

With an understanding that in many parts of the world it wouldn't qualify as so, as far as the US goes, my dad is from what counts as a very old money family from Baltimore & Philadelphia. Both his siblings went to college and one now owns a major hedge fund, and his sister is married to a C-level executive at a huge conglomerate. His parents went to college. His grandparents went to college. All eight of his great grandparents went to college. My dad...did not go to college. He was not about that life, and while I don't mean it as an insult, when I say his primary occupation until I was ~5 was a drummer in a mediocre band I mean that he opened for a lot of great acts, and if you lived in the Boston to Atlanta area in the 80s you may have heard him play, but he was never a huge national name. But he wasn't an amateur band playing for free at some random local gig either.

My mom grew up on a chicken farm in a Mennonite family in Pennsylvania but also completely rejected her heritage and became a model, sort of like my father, of mediocre status. Not Giselle Bundchen, but had national contracts and if you have a Graco ad/box from 1990-1993 you might see both me and her on it. They met because my mom's friends placed bets, one each, on who could sleep with a member of their favorite local band first and my mom picked my dad and...my mom was actually supposed to go be a model in Tokyo and found out she was pregnant with me and couldn't go 😂

So, after my parents had two kids back to back with a third on the way and determined they needed lifestyles more in line with having three children, they became much poorer than they originally were because my mom stopped working and my dad, with a barely-passed-high-school education but needing a true "day job" worked day labor in construction. My dad's father was too proud to give us money/help if my dad didn't beg for it; despite having eventually four young children my dad never did so we ended up on all the state assistance programs one could imagine. My grandma jokes that dinners at my parents house were BYOC - bring your own chair, because we didn't own any.

My mother and paternal grandmother had no such pride issues and I live in eternal gratitude that my welfare childhood was not as crappy as it should have been because my grandmother would have my mom accompany her on grocery runs and buy us food without my father or grandfather knowing, and every Christmas and birthday my grandparents/godparents could give us the one big ticket gift all the kids wanted that year. But, on the other side, I once got stung by a bee inside my mouth because my brother threw a hairbrush through a cracked window at me and broke it and we couldn't afford to fix it for about two years and a hornet got in one day and rested himself in my coke can (my parents were the very American type that fed me coca-cola in baby bottles at age 8 when I was jealous of my younger siblings lol).

It is hard not to believe in "toxic masculinity" when two men warring over dumbass pride issues would rather their children/grandchildren go without food than suck it up and decide 'help' isn't the worst word in the English language, and you know you've only been saved by two women who came from totally different backgrounds and entirely disapproved of each other but reached out the hand to shake when it came down to toddlers getting the short end of the don't-bend-the-knee stick. It wasn't that either of the men were bad people, I loved them both and got along great with both, but on a societal level I feel they were socialized in a very fucked up way if that was the end result, as both claimed "male pride" in these instances [my dad took multiple thousands of dollars I'd saved from working during college from me during the 2008-2010 financial crisis and didn't tell me and that was the reason I was given for why I hadn't been informed/asked, because it would be too emotionally difficult for an adult man to ask a young woman. My graduation present was them repaying me 1/3 of the money they'd taken from me without asking because I'd like, trusted them when it had been in a joint account that was a holdover from when I was <18 and couldn't have my own bank account].

While in some ways my parents on the surface achieved the American dream of going from nothing to a bunch of money, the real factor in play was that my dad's father was the bank. My parents had no credit and couldn't get real loans. My dad worked construction and during the two major periods that flipping houses was very lucrative, he never had to get an actual loan or pay actual interest, he just had to ask his father to pay out cash and then repay him at a flat 2% interest rate that didn't even accrue over time, just...whenever you are ready, repay the value of the loan + 2%. Because my father was doing something productive, in these instances, my grandfather was happy to pay, because it wasn't giving away money, it was loaning it. I had a very weird situation of mostly being poor but like also getting taken to the "big donors" events at the Kennedy Center and my grandparents regularly buying me a dress as a child worth more than my mom's wedding dress and also needing to pretend I fit in with these people.

And look. When I say "these people"...honestly, by and large, most wealthy people, whether inherited or not, are not the assholes you want to imagine. Most of them are extremely nice. Most of them are generous when it comes to the less fortunate who are in their personal sphere of being. Most of them are just really out of touch. The 100% kindest of all of them that I know once relayed to me that she thought people would be happier if once a year they did what she did...go to the airport with a purse packed full of absolute necessities, buy a one way ticket to the most appealing destination on the flight board, buy your clothes and book your accommodations after you'd arrived, and come back after you felt you'd 'centered' yourself. She didn't understand why there were so many unhappy people who weren't taking this very obvious route to being happier. I didn't quite know how to explain that saying "most" people couldn't afford to do that either financially or from a job/career angle didn't even cover it, as "most" sounds like 70% instead of 99.7%.

I was both my parents eldest son and eldest daughter in the worst combination possible. I was the eldest son because I was the most stereotypically male of all my siblings, in everything from desire to physically fight the battles I was given to dislike of shopping/fashion to lack of emotional connection to my relationships, so I can now fix your average household plumbing/drywall/electrical issue better than most "city" guys I interact with and remain less clingy to them in the process. I was also very much the oldest daughter from a responsibility perspective, I managed our household and from age 10 - 24 managed the finances of our family business, my mom almost died giving birth to my youngest brother after a ruptured uterus that should never have happened in the first place if we had adequate insurance to get her a non-emergency C-section (I was just past 9 years old at the time) and I was informally withdrawn from school for two years to take care of the family when she couldn't because there is no paid parental leave in the US and we got double-fucked by the medical industry because she got a bad "mesh" put in and then had to have a further surgery to repair that which we also had to pay for and didn't have the money to win a lawsuit over.

I don't know quite how to put this, but in the deepest fuck you of the universe, my rich-immigrant-ggggg grandfather's money led to him owning banks, insurance companies, etc, and the family cashed out in a big way when their ownership was bought by and merged with what is now Cigna, one of the biggest US healthcare insurers, and my nuclear family specifically got screwed by the American health insurance industry, but anyway, we were the people selected for that karmic comeuppance so if you want to feel schadenfreude at my expense, I'll allow it without begrudging the sentiment, my family might have fucked up your family’s life too, not just their own.

I got up twice a night to feed my brother because my dad had to sleep unmolested in my room to get to work and my mom was too weak to carry my brother or even hold him against her while she nursed so I had to hold him up to her. Adjusting to living in a city and hearing lots of random noises all the time was not easy when I'd had mom sound instincts from age 9.

I learned to drive the fall my youngest bro was born because my mom couldn't and I had to get my middle brother to preschool and go the grocery store on my own. While I hold absolutely no ill will towards my father or grandfather for this and given that about 1/3 of my paternal family either has an autism diagnosis or should, I fully feel the struggles they both went through to be communicated with, my father wouldn't ask for help, and my grandmother that lived 20 minutes away couldn't give enough help because my grandfather refused to do a single dish on his own as that was outside their "marriage contract" type agreement and she couldn't ever stay with us overnight when there wasn't a clearly-communicated need, so they let the burden fall on a 9 - 11 year old child and that really shaped a lot of my life in both good and bad ways. My youngest brother is 22, and we have only just climbed out of the medical debt his birth left us with between my dad's life insurance and my oldest brother and I paying for the extra cost of out-of-state college tuition.

The irony of all of this is that because my father died before his father, when my grandmother dies, my siblings and I will all inherit enough money (as a non-blood relative my mom, despite keeping her vows to part at death and not having remarried in eight years, is cut out entirely) to make this a non-issue, but my grandfather couldn't conscience spotting his unluckiest child some money in the end of days to pay for my youngest two brothers' education and take that worry off my father as he was dying. The day before he died I had to hold him down in bed to keep him from trying to climb in his truck to go to work because he was so anxious about trying to provide for us in spite of his father having fuck you money, because his father didn't think it was fair to the other siblings (who, at the time, still owned a major hedge fund and were married to a C-level executive of a huge conglomerate). A day and a half later I went back to my job because at the time I was then the sole provider for the family and didn't want to risk asking for the standard week's bereavement leave when I knew I was capable of showing up at work the next day and was fresh out of college so hadn't built up a reputation yet.

My father worked the day each of us was born, so I suppose it is only fair and he smiled at the choice. In spite of what it may seem, I gave a baller and very heartfelt speech at his funeral to all his rich friends that over and above everything, he'd taught us how to be happy with our own lives no matter what, and multiple of them emailed my mom in the aftermath to say they'd reassessed their relationship with their children in light of it, although...tbh I kind of doubt that lasted and they probably changed nothing 😅. The last good talk I had with him, two weeks before he died [his liver was going and it sent toxins to his brain that de-personed him after that and he no longer recognized me as his daughter, but as his sister], I reassured him that though we would all be sad he'd gone, we'd live on just fine without him because that's how he'd raised us, and according to my mom that was what gave him the final bit of peace he needed. Although honestly, I don't think I will ever see the strength in another human again that it took my grandmother to sit next to him and stroke his hand and tell him to close his eyes and imagine he was happy on a beach and die, for God's sake, because he was unaware and in pain and just prolonging it for our sake by then.

That type of obsession my grandfather had with assessing his children and grandchildren on the basis of economic productivity and a very black and white idea of "fair" is one you don't easily forget, I promise you. My hedge fund uncle is currently positioning himself to screw us out of our inheritance because of janky writing in the will and I'm doing my fuck all best to gain the wherewithal to go toe-to-toe with this cold motherfucker in court as the oldest and representative member of my happily much nicer and softer younger brothers who I want to remain that way not because I even care that much about the money, I know what bills affect your credit first and what you can put off paying and all of us have good enough career prospects to do our own thing, but just because I want to give the middle finger to a man that was a multi-millionaire and drew lines on his milk and orange juice bottles when I came over so he knew if I drank what my parents couldn't afford when I was approximately six. Anyway, ask me why I support major reforms in wealth taxation. I don't care who it goes to, just not that guy, you feel?

Having expendable income was very exciting for a bit after I started working but once I got to the hateable point of assessing my annual bonus and internally complaining that I'd spent the money I should have spent on a Sauternes cellar to drop five digits on bedset materials (to be fair they are drop dead gorgeous, very comfy and the factory pays a living wage for people to handmake the sheets/duvets/pillows to people in San Francisco, which is not cheap, so maybe I did more good than harm with that), I two seconds later nodded to myself and went "the government needs to confiscate more money from me". The narrative is always that the "undeserving" will use it for dumb things they don't need like iPhones or refrigerators...?...but like...I could also have gone to Bed Bath and Beyond and bought a very nice sheet/comforter set for at most a tenth of what I paid so am I really spending it responsibly either....?....who is going to get more joy out of this misspent money....?....not me, that is for sure, I probably would have had more fun going to BBB and laying on all the demo beds and buying something there.

My lifelong dream, which may become possible if/when I do have something of an inheritance, is to provide food security for one of the many towns in the US were most residents don't have it. It's the thing I remember the most distinctly over the years. I never could quite believe it when I got to the point that I could just...pay to eat at a restaurant. One of the most disappointed my mother has ever been in me is when I was twenty five and confessed I actually had no idea how much a gallon of milk cost in a city grocery store besides that it was probably between $1 and $5, because I didn't have to know. For now I make a weekly drop off of my excess produce to a mom group I met under somewhat weird circumstances but I was walking through the cut-through that went through the low-income housing back to my apartment at like 2 AM on a Saturday and these moms were out there partying and smoking weed with their kids all strapped in strollers around or the older ones watched by a rotating member of the group and I felt very safe and like these moms had a very good vibe of both living their own lives [seriously for mental health parents but in most cases specifically mothers need to be able to keep up relationships with people their age] but keeping their children safe and accounted for while doing so and trying their fuckin' best against all the odds to figure out how to make that happen when life had dealt them a shit hand.

...anyway, looping way back to the original question of what finishing school is, when I was almost done with middle school my dad had built a legit construction business that then very quickly took off because we lived in a commutable zip code to the now-rich-in-their-own-right people he went to high school with who trusted him to redo their homes. We eventually moved to that zip code but I stayed and commuted back to my old high school. But, i was a pretty wild kid which my father appreciated for a long while because I would follow him around on jobs and enjoy doing physical labor, but once I was mid-puberty and also he had to maybe show me to his high school friends that did not fly.

I snapped - not broke, snapped - my left thumb and my parents had to trap me like a wild animal to get me to go the hospital. Then I got a deep cut that partially injured a tendon in my leg and at eleven I tried to beat the shit out of my dad to prevent him from picking me up to strap me in the car and go to the hopsital. Next I got a deep splinter due to my eternal-barefoot tendencies and it wouldn't come out so got infected and I refused to go to the doctor [another weird back story but I was minorly sexually assaulted [[to be clear, not raped or anything big traumatic]] when I was eight and had to stay in hospital for a week and my parents couldn't be with me all the time so I have a permanent heebie-jeebie about going to the hospital, not true anxiety, I will go if I know I need to and I don't breathe heavy or anything, and I'm actually not permanently weirded out by sex or anything, just doctors in hospitals specifically I kind of unconsciously try to justify not needing to the extent I can rationalize it] and my dad was tired of my antics so he was like "fine if you don't go I will slice your foot in half with a Swiss Army knife to get it out" and I called his bluff and laid down on the floor, stuck my foot on his lap, and he didn't really know what to do when a barely fourteen year old girl called his bluff so my brothers watched in fascinated but horrified awe as I got my foot sliced open spectacularly so that the infection/splinter could come out and I didn't even make a sound out of spite despite it being quite painful to my recollection almost twenty years later.

They saw me cry from pain exactly one time when while trying to break up a fight between all three of them (it was over ice cream) I got pushed and my ankle got dislocated and what actually made me cry was snapping it back in place and they realized it was not a joke. These dumb assholes that I love have ragged on me for "skipping" chores the day after I was in the hospital because the day before that I had to spend 18 hours running Thanksgiving as a good sub-hostess like I didn't have a serious infection that needed treating and couldn't rest because none of them were up to any task beyond peeling potatoes.

After the Swiss Army knife incident, my dad's discussion of sending me to finishing school became real, which I knew when my mom made me take a walk with her and talked about it. Finishing school is like...etiquette school....? In ye olden day when finishing high school was not the norm for anyone, wealthy men finished high school and wealthy women often went to "finishing" school to have a combined education on being a proper lady but also being able to hold a decent conversation with your presumably-educated husband, so it wasn't entirely etiquette non-academic. It was more just like "what a rich man wants in a wife" school, which was sort of household management and knowing enough about cleaning/cooking to correct the staff if they fucked up, how to be a polite hostess, and how to not entirely bore him when you were alone together and had done your five minutes of sex or whatever so actually had to have a conversation. In modern times it has obviously expanded to be less bleak.

I said miss me with that, I can be a girl on my own, so I went full throttle into the girliest sport they offer in high school and ever since have gained the inestimable advantage of knowing how to also use femininity to my advantage, which I am very grateful to my parents for making me learn. It would be great if we lived in a world where that didn't count, but it did/still does, and they really set me up to operate in all the worlds.

It is weird for me to tell the story to Internet strangers because it's one of those things that makes your parents sound terrible and abusive in the general tone of the Internet nowadays, and while I support gender nonconforming children I don't remember my childhood or parents that way. But, I feel like the bits and pieces of my life I've given don't always make a ton of sense together without the context, so here it is, and in the end, I think a number of parts of it are areas where you can probably understand where it makes me have the opinions I do when I write.

Anyhoo, this makes my life sound far worse than it is, I actually have a great life and I am not unhappy with it at all and feel I was on the whole blessed with many more turns of luck than unluck, so, please, do not take this as a depressed artist rant, it is more like a rant of a very energetic person who rants about a lot of things all the time and didn’t need to come out but just did because the question was asked and the time was right with my life being in a bit of flux to think about how I got where I am and where I want to go and why.

Always remember no matter what problems it seems like I have, if I didn’t solve them on my 2 year round the world traveling hiatus I took from working, it’s my own fault, I definitely had the time and money to solve them and just chose not to.

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leviathanswingman · 3 years

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It’s Work; DiaLuci Model! AU

The set was busy with people running all over the place. Make up artists, clothing designers and plenty of staff and crew members were filling the cramped space reserved for Majolish's next big photo shoot.

Lucifer pushed his way through multiple mingling staff members, his head bowed slightly, eyes focused on the planner on his smartphone. They were already terribly behind on their schedule. He raised his head and looked around, scanning the room for a familiar face.

For once, Diavolo had arrived on set before Lucifer and was now probably sitting in some chair, chattering on ever so carelessly while he let one of the make-up artists do their job.

Diavolo was the son of a world famous actress and a well-respected actor. Naturally, he had followed in their footsteps without any problems. From child actor to teenage heartthrob to irresistible model, Lucifer had known Diavolo through all of it.

Right from the beginning, they had worked side by side. After all, Lucifer had grown up in similar circles. Even though he had never known his mother, his father was a well known producer with a disreputable love for women. After all, Lucifer's father had eight children from five different mothers. Especially in the entertainment industry, that was a thing most people didn't simply turn a blind eye to. With each and every new siblings the press would obsess over their family a tiny bit more, making it eventually impossible to have any resemblance of a private life.

As the oldest child, the expectations had been high from the moment he had taken his first breath.

Without much ado, just following his father's will, Lucifer had grown up to be an actor and model up until the ripe age of eighteen, trapped in contracts for shows and shoots, all under his father's iron fist.

And then, the moment his last contract had expired, he cut ties with his father's agency, enrolled in college for a business degree and left his life of money and fame behind. He started to earn his own money and prestige just so he could fight for guardianship over his siblings in several heated court battles. And in the end, his hard work bore fruit. He won the court settlements.

Then, 7 years later, Diavolo and Lucifer unexpectedly reconnected. Out of all places to meet, they had simply run into each other in a cat café, with Lucifer looking for one of his younger brothers and Diavolo pouting as he had just fired his last manager.

They ended up talking for hours and hours, catching up on all the big events they had missed in the other's lives. And after several cups of coffee, Lucifer mentioned that he was about to quit his current job and Diavolo's eyes practically lit up.

And somehow, in spite of Lucifer's disdain towards the entertainment industry, he unexpectedly managed to convince Lucifer to stand by his side as his new manager.

Finally, he spotted a door marked with Diavolo's name on it and rushed towards it. There was no time to spare. They were scheduled to be on set for their next shoot in less than three 3 hours.

The bodyguard, guarding the door with strong shoulders, took one look at Lucifer and let him inside without any words.

Lucifer entered the dressing room with a short nod.

Diavolo was sitting on a chair talking to Barbatos, his personal assistant, as a make-up artist was busy doing the finishing touches to his face.

„Relax your face please,“ she muttered as she dipped her brush into a small tin and applied a bit more eyeshadow to the corner of the eye. She took a step back to observe her work, then nodded, apparently satisfied.

Lucifer slipped out of his coat and threw it over the back of a chair nearby. Diavolo waved at him quickly without moving his face too much, careful so that he wouldn't mess up the make-up artist's good work. Barbatos turned his head as he heard the sound of the door closing.

„Lucifer, good day,“ he greeted with the hint of a smile on his face, but then quickly switched over to more pressing issues. „I have been informed that there is an issue at large.“

Lucifer adjusted his glasses before placing his hands on his hips. „Which would be?“ he asked.

„It seems like Diavolo's partner for the shoot has still not arrived and we can't get a hold of either their manager or themselves.“

„Alright,“ Lucifer brought out. He pushed his bangs back and let out a deep breath. Of course, when they were already way too far behind on their schedule, mishaps like this one had to happen. „I will try the model's management again.“

Quickly, he scrolled through the abundance of business contacts on his phone until he found the right one. As he dialled the number, he was immediately met with several beeping tones. He dropped the call. Seemed like the manager's phone was turned off. How irresponsible.

Lucifer could practically feel all eyes in the room set on him. „I'm going to talk to the employer and ask if they have a replacement at hand. If push comes to shove I will fee l free to supply them with a replacement.“ After all, this shoot had been in the talks for several months now. Contracts had already been pulled up and Diavolo's fans had been teased excessively with insider knowledge about the photo shoot. Diavolo would lose a lot of money, prestige and fans if this photo shoot were to crash and burn at the last minute. And this just couldn't be happening.

Lucifer rushed out of the room in a hurry, already dialling the number of Majolish's manager. It rang once, rang twice. Then, the person on the other end of the phone hung up the call. For a moment, Lucifer stopped in his tracks and stared at the phone in disbelief when all of a sudden, someone bumped into him. Quickly, he looked up. It was Majolish's manager, who looked almost as outraged as Lucifer felt inside.

„I saw your call Mister Lucifer, but as I was already on my way here, I didn't see much sense in picking up your call. Will you follow me to the dressing rooms so we can solve this problem?“

„Of course.“

Together, they entered the dressing room Lucifer had stormed out of less than a minute ago. Diavolo was still sitting on his chair, but now seemed to be scrolling through his phone as Barbatos attacked Diavolo's shirt with a lint roller.

„Lucifer, you're back early-“

As soon as the door closed behind them the manager crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. „We have a big problem!“ he exclaimed, already on the verge of hyperventilating. „We cannot reach the other model and there is basically no time left to find a replacement! I am so doomed!“

Lucifer's eye twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm.

„Please calm down,“ he started, his voice however lacking in empathy. He hated having to work with useless employers who crumbled at the smallest hints of stress. Lucifer would have never approved this shoot had it not been for Diavolo's father pushing for it. „I can still ring up a few models I know who live close by. Of course, only the best of the best. But it will take them a bit of time to come here.“

The manager shuddered. „That is impossible, I rented this space for only five hours. Exactly five hours, to be precise. Oh,what to do, what to do?!“

Lucifer felt anger boiling up in his chest, which he suppressed with a menacingly sweet smile. „You rented the studio for five hours? Now that doesn't sound all too professional to me now, does it-“ Lucifer was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He was ready to just hang up the call, but found himself startled as soon as he saw the caller ID. He threw a quick glance at Diavolo, who raised his eyebrows in question.

Lucifer picked up the call. His expression darkened the more he listened to what the caller had to say. Finally, he hung up the phone and placed it on the table with a bit too much strength.

He crouched down to the manager's level and looked him dead in the eye. „We have been depending on this photo shoot right from the start. I am telling you, we will get this over with today, no matter what. I will find a replacement and we will finish this photo shoot, alright? Unless you want to disappoint-“

„I already told you, we don't have enough time to get a new model here in time! Unless you know a tall, androgynous model with enough experience who can be here in less than 10 minutes, there is nothing I can do!“

Lucifer lifted his head only to find Barbatos and Diavolo lost in a silent conversation between the two of them. Barbatos whispered something into Diavolo's ear and Diavolo shook his head in retaliation.

And all of a sudden, all eyes were on Lucifer.

„I might have an idea, although you might not be all to happy with it.“

„Just spit it out, Barbatos.“

Barbatos removed himself from Diavolo's side and walked over to Lucifer's instead. „Are we not looking for a tall, androgynous model, possibly with experience in the world of modelling, who would be available as soon as possible?“ he inquired.

Lucifer nodded his head.

„And, correct me if I'm wrong, but have you yourself not been modelling ever since you were a child?“

And just like that, Lucifer froze in place. From a professional standpoint, he had to agree with Barbatos. In a situation as dire as theirs right now, Lucifer would undeniably be the best of choices. Still, he had given up modelling and acting the day he had rid himself of his father's suffocating grip.

„Right, I think I've heard of something like that before,“ the manager quickly threw in. „So it is true after all, you really are that Lucifer.“ It was easy to see the wheels turning in his head. What a sleazy guy. „Now, a photo shoot with Diavolo and Lucifer after all those years...“

Lucifer did not want to hear the words that were about to leave that man's mouth, so he intercept right in time. „That would be quite the spectacle now, wouldn't it?“ He took one look at the greedy look in the manager's eyes. „We will of course expect good monetary compensation, seeing how you failed ever so spectacularly in managing this shoot.“

„Who do you think-“

„Unless you want the press to hear about how much of a useless business man you are? Because that could certainly be arranged, seeing how you are dealing with the world famous Diavolo here. Have you not failed him ever so spectacularly until now?“

Majolish's manager quickly shut his mouth and tried to compose himself. „O-of course,“ he stammered.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose as he turned around to Diavolo and Barbatos, who were looking at him with completely opposing expressions on their faces. Barbatos looked relaxed, almost pleased with himself, while Diavolo's face was painted with blank surprise.

„Lucifer, is that really alright with-“

„It's work. And I am doing this out of my own free will, after all,“ he threw in.

His gaze wandered across the room until his eyes landed on the make-up artist. „I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I suppose I will have to replace our second model for tonight.“

The make-up artist simply nodded. After all, this wasn't that much of a challenge for her. She was talented and known to be professional and work quickly and efficiently.

„Then let's get to work.“

After the work on his face was done and he saw the clothes he was ought to model, Lucifer almost found himself turning the whole deal down after all.

The clothes were not the problem. More than that, it was Lucifer himself. The shoot was inspired by gothic themes, very dark and very sensual in nature. Very unlike the way Lucifer had portrayed himself ever since cutting ties with his father.

Even more than that, it was unnerving to model with Diavolo again after all those years. After all, it had been a while and so much had happened in those 7 years in which they had lost contact.

The stylist entered the room, struggling to push a clothing rack inside. They stalled for a moment as they saw Lucifer whose face had just been painted by the make-up artist.

„You were informed about our circumstances?“

The stylist fumbled with their words for a moment. „Yes, of course. It's just-“

Lucifer mustered them with a serious gaze.

„You look the part,“ they finally concluded as they pulled multiple clothing items off their respective hangers. „Actually, you look even better than our original model, I was just a bit taken aback, sorry.“

„That is quite alright. The first outfit?“

„Of course! We are starting off with a simple white blouse, a corset, black pants and high heeled boots.“

Lucifer let a hand run across the delicate fabric of the outfit and nodded. „Good.“ Even though he had resigned from the business years ago, he was still a professional at heart. He knew what he had to do, especially if it meant keeping up Diavolo's stellar image. And although he hated to admit it, a shoot with just the two of them after all those years would certainly cause quite the ruckus since Lucifer had turned his back to the industry years ago, refusing to participate in both modelling jobs or acting roles.

The stylist helped him putting on the first outfit, and in spite of all the years he had spent away from modelling and acting, he almost felt himself fall back into that certain kind of routine. As soon as they were done, Lucifer reluctantly mustered himself in the mirror.

His hair was slicked back and his eyes were adorned with red eyeshadow, his lips covered with glossy red lip tint. In addition to the outfit he had been giving shiny black gloves and a single chained necklace.

The sight was ever so strange to Lucifer. He had spent years portraying himself as the perfect business student, as the perfect manager. It was strange to see himself glammed up like this. His little brother, Asmodeus, would probably love to see him like this.

„Satisfied?“ he simply asked the stylist. They circled around him once, added a belt and then smiled.

„Just like I imagined!“

Lucifer left the dressing room. He didn't have to be briefed about the shoot, after all, he was the one who had overseen and accepted the job at the request of Diavolo's father several months ago. He knew exactly what Diavolo's partner was supposed to deliver.

The clacking of his heels filled the room as he opened the door and was faced with the eyes of several people all over his body.

„Thank god, the model is finally here!“ the photographer finally threw in. „Took you a while.“

Almost as if on autopilot, Lucifer bowed and apologized. Diavolo, standing next to Barbatos, simply stared at him with big, wide eyes.

Lucifer certainly didn't like all of the attention he was getting and cleared his throat. „Can we start now? We are on a tight schedule after all.“ His eyes flashed over to Diavolo.

As always, he looked perfect. His stylist had given him the same boots as Lucifer's, tight leather pants, a dark red shirt blown wide open, exposing his muscular chest, and a striking necklace with a cross on it.

Lucifer nodded, obviously satisfied with Diavolo's appearance.

„Alright, let's get started. Diavolo, first pose.“

„Here we go,“ Diavolo mumbled, moving with ease.

Just like that, they switched from position to position, both of them focussed on doing a satisfying job. It was a rehearsed back and forth- with both Lucifer and Diavolo relying on the flawless skills of their partners. Unexpectedly, all things went well and they worked relentlessly until they were left with one last photo to bring to life.

“Normally, we would have the make-up artist come in to draw on the kiss mark on Diavolo's neck, but I don't think we have enough time left just now.” They turned their head towards the manager. “Should we just skip the last photo?”

“Ah yes, that's alright. I think we have enough material-”

'No,” Lucifer intercepted without any hesitation. “This photo was supposed to be the centre piece of the shoot, there is no way we are going to leave it out now. Get moving.”

The make-up artist from before quickly ran over to Lucifer's side, make-up kit at hand. “I need to reapply your lipstick for this to work,” she threw in.

“Then get to work.”

After she was done with her work, Lucifer immediately returned to his work.

As he saw Lucifer return to set, Diavolo moved to the couch without any questions. He posed himself appropriately, draped his body over the couch and threw a quick look at Barbatos, who looked uncharacteristically satisfied.

Lucifer walked over to the couch, propped himself up over Diavolo's body with one hand holding him up and the other cradling Diavolo's face.

“Alright, now all we're missing is the kiss mark-” the photographer started, but Lucifer refused to even hear him out. He knew all too well what this photo shoot was lacking.

Without any hesitation, he leaned down and placed a perfect kiss to the side of Diavolo's neck, leaving behind the prettiest of kiss marks.

Beneath him, Diavolo shifted ever so slightly, a dark blush dusted across his cheeks. And although he certainly felt certainly bothered, he complied and got into pose. He had already forgotten how easy and natural, yet also exiting it was for him to work with Lucifer.

They finished the shoot way quicker than usual with the photographer and Majolish's manager congratulating them enthusiastically as soon as they were done.

Lucifer stared at himself in the mirror of the dressing room just as Diavolo entered, the red kiss mark still ever so noticeable on his skin. The sight awoke long hidden feelings deep inside Lucifer's chest, feelings he had thought long dead. Feelings of attraction and desire.

“You really surprised me out there, Lucifer.”

“Well, don't make it a habit.”

Diavolo suddenly moved closer and pressed his thumb against the corner of Lucifer's mouth. Then, he pulled his thumb across Lucifer's lips, smearing the lipstick in process.

He stared at Lucifer for a moment too long as his finger lingered on his lips for a second longer. He glanced up at Lucifer's eyes before his gaze travelled down to Lucifer's lips again, taking in the sight of those plump,cherry red lips.

“I wouldn't dare to.”

#my writing #obey me #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #fanfiction #au #alternate universe #modelling #actors #i really can't tell if this is shit or i i've looked at it for too long #so yeah #this certainly is something

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hq characters and their siblings: feat. bokuto, sugawara, nishinoya and daichi !!!

+ genre -> fluff

+ warnings -> spoilers probably?? idk take it how you want to

i've had this idea since i read the tweet on twitter goshhh :))

bokuto koutarou:

he's literally the baby of the house which makes him BABY baby so 🥺🥺🥺

aNyWhO

i imagine from a young age that bokuto was interested in a lot of sports (ik he says that he didn't truly like the sport until that special moment came but i'd like to think that he's definitely tried others before he came across volleyball)

and he'd make one of his sisters drop him off at the clubs or pick him up from the park after a match of the particular sport

would definitely talk their heads off with a rundown of what happened and fall asleep mid-sentence

if their parents aren't around, they'd take care of him like making his favourite foods so he doesn't get unhappy

definitely the type to say that his parents are better cooks so they'd bicker about that but deep down he looks forward to their cooking — he's just too stubborn to admit it

dejection mode does exist and they'd leave him for a little bit but once they bring him a plate filled with his favourite grilled meat, his eyes get twice as big and he's back to the lovable baby that everyone loves

sometimes they get impatient and have to call akaashi over to calm him down because they're tired and don't have it in them to help him

he gains a little independence when he gets older and i just know he'd have this cheesy smile showing how much he's grown and his sisters would be so proud of his achievements

bruh i just made myself cry with this 😭😭😭

nishinoya yuu:

also another baby but make him mAnLy 💀😌

i know that his personality is mostly due to his grandpa but i feel like his sisters find him to be a handful at times

probably breaking plates here and smashing windows there

i bet the family was thrown into a rucus when they found out that they'd be having a boy after having three girls

get prepared to see a lot of arguments between the sisters and noya would have to split things up when things get a little too physical

that or he gets involved

and all four of them are having a time out for the rest of the day

family game nights are a vibe and always full of excitement

noya will literally try his HARDEST to beat his sisters in a game of just dance and wii sports just so he can brag about how manly he is

also the type to get overprotective when they're around boys (despite being younger i mean comeon!! look at the way he acts with asahi)

i know what noya must go through as someone who is also part of a family with two other sisters and a brother who is probably sick of the arguments between the three of us

but noya definitely cherishes his family and he'll definitely travel with the bright smile on his face whilst his sisters would try not to cry about it

he'll pester them telling them that these new found emotions aren't manly and that they should stop crying

but then they get annoyed and start arguing with him 😪

sugawara koushi:

as much as everyone thinks of suga as the mom of the team, he's also a very chaotic person

almost as chaotic as tanaka and noya

so his little brother gets the best of both worlds

of course he'll do all the standards such as taking care of him when his parents aren't at home

but that won't be the only thing that the two of them get up to

think of spontaneous trips to the corner store to buy some ice cream or hoard up a bunch of snacks for their own little movie night

think of random sumo fights where they have their pillows stuffed under their shirts and winner gets the last pizza slice

think of random bus journeys to the beach where the two of you can chase seagulls and collect sea shells for his collection

of course there are the calm moments such as reading him stories to help him sleep or picking him up from school where all the other kids can say how cool his older brother is

the two of them are chaos personified so don't be surprised if you ever find them knocked out on the living room floor, a blanket between them as his brother sleeps on top of him, just wanting to be with his onii-chan 😪🥺

sawamura daichi:

the oldest of two brothers and two sisters chile🤧

if you think he's had enough of tanaka and noya then imagine having to deal with that energy

every. single. day.

with a magnitude of x8.

but because he's so grounded, i can imagine him to be very good with kids

and his siblings know when they can draw the line with their brother because afterall, he's become like a third parent to them so they make sure to take care of him when they need to

when he loses the match against aoba johsai for the first time, his siblings helped him with the dishes and other chores around the house, telling him to take it easy.

his sisters insisted for a spa night with face masks and facials and they did just that — daichi would definitely eat one of the cucumber slices on his eyes and his sisters would definitely ostracize him for it

he took them out to the beach and they played some beach volleyball to take his mind off the loss

by the end of it, he's so tired out that he falls asleep soundlessly, not catching the gleeful grins of his siblings.

they're definitely energetic balls of nuisances and they can be quite annoying but he loves them all the same and couldn't ask for a better set of brothers and sisters.

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