#heres a fun fact i found out while trying to find out a zodiac to put on her beanie : she shares a birthday with s8! aint that cool

[radioves]

skyduo but theyre cool birds i found

#grian looks a lil crusty bc i made his like. a month ago #if ur wondering why he has no shirt its because i Deadass didnt feel like giving him one #anyways look how fluffy pearls hair looks!! :] she looks so cute #heres a fun fact i found out while trying to find out a zodiac to put on her beanie : she shares a birthday with s8! aint that cool #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration #mcyt #grian #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #[.art] #btw ​pearls constellation freckles are ‘musca’ aka the fly/bee and ‘triangulum’ which is literally just a fucking triangle. #but its cool tho bc one of the points is the head of cygnus which is my favorite constellation <33

[inchidentally]

@watehry asked for me to a carlando zodiac analysis like my landoscar one <3 (reminder I am not Lando levels of expert at astrology so this is me taking from a bunch of sources)

this one got kind of weird for me though bc the astrology is crazy black and white simple and gave maybe a little too much insight for comfort?? anyway proceed if you still want but also skip past if the parasocial stuff is too weird (it rly kind of was for me in places)

Scorpio and Virgo are a slam dunk as a match in friendship. simple as. Scorpio is ambitious with highly changeable super-charged moods and pretty damn needy. Virgo is all about "optimization" of themselves but extremely forgiving towards other and so self-reliant that it's easy for others to rely on them (sometimes more than they should).

this worked out perfectly for them bc Lando has had so many different needs throughout his career: an extremely young rookie needing a strong leader, a struggling teammate who needed someone to provide all the fun and reassurance, then no longer a teammate who needs a friendship that fits around his crazy schedule and existing friends, and a competitor who would honestly be a lil devastated if Carlos didn't still try and look out for him on the track. Carlos has been able to cater to all of those different things without ever losing himself. he finds Lando fascinating and fun no matter what.

honestly with Scorpio being a Fire sign and Virgo being an Earth sign there doesn't need to be much digging beyond that. their equal passions balance out beautifully and has strong enduring power.

Scorpio's birthstone is Topaz and gemstone is Citrine. Virgo's are Blue Sapphire and Topaz respectively.

a lot of the usual Virgo traits don't uhhh rly apply to Carlos as a beautiful cis man born of extraordinary privilege who has a rarefied hyper masculine sport as his job (he is never 'in his own head' and never over-intellectualizes lmao) he wants? he gets.

Carlos is a solid extrovert with a seemingly undrainable social battery which also counteracts more stereotypical Virgo qualities. but he is also an extremely hard worker who shows intense focus and mastery over whatever he pursues. very very Virgo.

he's also endlessly curious which makes him a great people person as well as a student of his sport and nothing is more attractive to him than someone who is fully open and vulnerable. he would have absolutely no idea what to do with an Oscar for example. they'd both be very happy and respectful in each other's company but only if someone else provides a common topic. otherwise it would be radio silence.

but little rookie Lando Norris who has been starved of the superstar attention he had in his junior career while he toddled around after Fernando? he and Carlos fit together like chicken and breading.

"Virgo wants order while Scorpio wants power" says a whole lot about how compatible they are. they want the same things but in completely different ways. it's why Carlos can factor in helping Lando get a podium and Lando has no problem admitting that Carlos helped him get there.

pitfalls of their relationship are down to the fact that they are so complimentary yet both are strong-willed. Virgo thinks far more logically and doesn't want to compromise by factoring in Scorpio's ever-shifting ambitions and emotions. it's honestly a very good thing that they've chosen friendship/bromance over anything else. they can keep that sweet aspect of romance but without having to suffer the restrictions and complications of a romantic relationship.

and um it might also explain why Carlos was the one to push Lando into finally having a girlfriend. from what I vaguely know Carlos himself had a longtermish gf ? for his McLaren years ?? and he'll have found it easier to deal with Lando's neediness with a gf for Lando to focus on.

not to get too parasocial about real life stuff here but we can all kind of agree that Max F's girlfriends have to accept that his friendship with Lando comes first. or at least equal to them. that's because once Leos find someone happy under their control and protection it's an absolute lock for life. Scorpio Lando wants attention and reassurance, Leo Max wants to be the leader and the rock. Scorpio needs to be in their feelings at will and Leo loves living in the moment. they sort of already found their person in each other oops. but since cis straight people relationships already center around ferda culture it works just fine.

by contrast, Carlos as a Virgo would have his own strict ideas of what his relationships should look like and I'm gonna take a wild guess that his family have inscribed ideals of wives and babies and being a provider into his DNA. when Carlos gets married it's going to have to be Lando who works around the schedule and makes good friends with Carlos' wife. fortunately he seems to be able to do that just fine with Max's partners so I don't see any issue there. (this is what I mean when I said this got very weirdly intuitive about real people)

as long as the Scorpio/Virgo friendship is free and easy for each party to come and go as they need to, they'll literally be bonded as family til they die. I can't read Lando's actual feelings well enough bc he uses so much deflective sarcasm but Carlos and his family absolutely adopted him as one of their own. Lando might take a little bit more of Carlos' generosity than he gives back but that's just their way. I'd say Max F is the bff who will always be there and Carlos is the bff that Lando can meet after months apart and it'll be as if it was just yesterday.

as Lando said they're much better off not being on the same team because they were juuuust on the cusp of the teammate rivalry not being fun anymore. I miss the challenges together but we'll always get carlando content anyway and won't have to see their relationship erode, fail and then heal but never be quite the same again (sorry but like w Daniel). it's also why the landoscar astrology reinforced everything we feel about Oscar being tailor made for Lando as a teammate.

ship/fic-centric stuff

let's get the rough stuff out of the way first: long term romance between Scorpio and Virgo is… tricky. especially both of them being men. I'll go ahead and say that they're much better off having a steamy hot affair for a while but then letting it settle into platonic but extremely deep friendship. you could easily have Lando's main love interest having to accept that Carlos has the same role w Lando that Lando does w Max F.

that being said! the sex is fire. Virgo Carlos would be a confirmed masc top (literally wants to do "power play") bc a feeling of control is so fundamental for him. Scorpio Lando would be raw arousal and want someone he could fully trust. he'd be over the moon to do anything and get as kinky as Virgo wanted.

Carlos would want to shower Lando with gifts and big expressions of love and adoration. while Lando would eat all of that up he wouldn't see it as the same as spending quality time together and sharing the same bed etc. definitely would need to be a chapter dedicated to communicating of needs etc.

Carlos would break very quickly in a secret relationship. it would sap him of everything he wants to bring and receive in a relationship. Lando wouldn't last much longer because his partner denying him romantic love in public would eat away at him. it would either end them or be a catalyst for deciding to be open and damn the consequences.

carlando angst is a whole other level because of how much they both want to remain bonded together. but there's also plenty of juicy fodder: miscommunication (Carlos' fault) jealousy (Lando's) possessiveness (Lando's) a need to be in charge (Carlos) lying for the other's protection (Carlos) wanting more freedom (Lando) caving to societal/familial pressure (Carlos) cheating born of passion or dissatisfaction (Lando) silent treatment (Lando) dismissal of feelings (Carlos) angry words that they wish they could unsay (both)

or the most complicated of all which would be Carlos VERY likely assigning Lando the "woman" role and being unable to have a romantic relationship not based on heterosexuality. don't worry he'd gay sex it up bc sex is His Thing but there'd be specific no-go things for him in bed. this is because of the whole rules obsession and occasional lack of emotional connection problems. this could go really sweet and involve negotiation and self-exploration or it could just be super kinky or it could be really angsty and lead to Carlos almost losing Lando entirely. just know that it'll need solid work shown to bring Carlos out of mainstream gender norms if he even does. he will resist efforts made to rattle the world he's built for himself. if it's dark fic that features social homophobia/internalized homophobia then it could be left as is rather than trying to fix it (as in, they're fighting for their lives or live in constant peril so their relationship doesn't get the attention it needs)

the power balance will always be in favor of Carlos so you'll need to take very good care of Lando and stay in his head most of the time for him not to lose himself completely. think of how Lando always mirrors the vibes of the men he is with at the moment and that a lot of carlando is Lando following Carlos like a puppy.

Carlos will never back down and won't have the capability to deal with fights but he will never EVER reject Lando. if he needs to walk away from a fight he'll state the fact first and do it as a way to clear his head. but he'll always come back. literally Lando could have walked away from him and married someone else but it would just take Carlos seeing his number calling for him to drop everything and be there for Lando like nothing had happened.

Carlos may need to hold all the cards but life without Lando is impossible for him. they'll either be intensely loyal friends in a multiship fic or on a steady track to Carlos putting a ring worth the gross national product of a small country on Lando's finger.

#carlando #these are so fun #mine #f1 astrology

[lee-hakhyun]

584 + 585

episode 6! i did take a break from reading it for a bit but i'm back on my regular schedule <3 there's a lot here (i know i say that a lot but it's orv. the plot never slows down) also, a small fun fact: from chapters 553-586, kim dokja's name has appeared in all but two chapters (562, 580). lee hakhyun. you have brainworms

so, the item box kyung sein does rightfully ask how the hell he found a second box, and lee hakhyun makes up an excuse on the spot like usual when the constellation messages start coming in, he decides to look at them and guess which are just constellations are which are readers who possessed constellations

so, lee hakhyun's guesses:

wukong: constellation tiger: reader rat: unknown cow: reader pig: reader unrevealed modifier: a weirdo

schemer is noticeably missing. now, they don't have broken faith, so what are they going to put in that box? lee hakhyun puts in 'unrealized thoughts' (changed the 'unrealized ideas' item name)

..however, he don't have a demon's core, because the dark keeper left peacefully. and

lee hakhyun is prepared to reject the constellation's offer assuming it's going to be something impossible, but the tiger only requests one thing: for lee hakhyun to attend the zodiac ball, something like the constellation banquet or the gourmet association festival but for the zodiacs

and again with hakhyun calling himself a villain these zodiacs are chill though, and i'm interested to see what will happen at the ball with all the ingredients, lhh puts them in the box and that would be the end of the chapter but there's a pov switch

han sooyoung. there is NO way it isn't han sooyoung (prepared to eat my own words if i'm wrong though) and that's where schemer was, huh. i have no guesses on who he could be

now, 585

LMFAO

so, the item turns out to be.. a living slime thing..? and when lee dansu tried to feed it ground rat meat, it eats his bracelet item and then turns into the bracelet. before the item description, as they're leaving they just. barely miss han sooyoung

she was soo close

now the item. i had a hell of a time trying to figure out the translation but i tried my best

so, this item can mimic another item, though needing to fulfill extra conditions if it's a powerful item and also the slime can just. not transform if it doesn't like you

they make it back to geumho station, and the food penalty and survival penalty have started. there's a vastly different atmosphere compared to when kim dokja was there

i'm going to talk about this when i've read a few more chapters, but 41 yjh is really not what would be expected from what we got in ORV

lee hakhyun, i love you i'm curious on who that unrevealed constellation is, too. his indirect messages have been suspicious to say the least

lhh goes on to demonstrate cooking a ground rat corpse that jung heewon (who's awake now!) brought back after not being able to find any food, and teaching the people in geumho station how to hunt ground rats

while teaching the citizens, lee hakhyun plans out his next actions, which is to go to chungmuro and deal with gong pildu

AS MUCH PRESENCE AS HE HAS HAIR

and as lee hakhyun complains about coins,

GABRIEL FOR THE WLWS?

i'm not including lhh's comment, but i will add my own opinion from how kyung sein has been about her new body, shes soo trans transmigrated into a woman's body and just immediately accepts it

along with this exchange in 580 she's just a girl head over heels for jung heewon <3

anyway, as lhh gets up to talk to them

urieeel!! she's here!! now afbd, wukong, and uriel are in hakhyun's channel! i wonder how this will go

and that's the end of 585, two more chapters left in episode 6

#orv side story #orv #orv spoilers #side story rambles #<- all of my chapter summaries are in that tag :)

[cfsvnkissed]

[   ALEXA DEMIE   /  CIS WOMAN  /  PANSEXUAL.   ]       known  more  so  as   lo   ,  lola sanchez  is  the  thirty three year  old  owner & mechanic @ hot rod auto shop  .    she  can  often  be  found  jamming  out  to  riot  by  the scarlet opera  and  i  know  if  you  ask  their  mum  they’d  say  they  remind  them  of  brightly colored acrylics rhythmically tapping on metal, upbeat music pouring out of the garage doors in the dying afternoon light, fruity drinks on warm evenings mixed with laughter .

STATISTICS

name: lola vitoria sanchez

age: thirty3

dob: june 12th, 1990

sexuality: pansexual

occupation: owner & mechanic @ hot rod auto shop

hometown: malibu, california

MISC.

mbti: entp - the debater

signature scent: flowerbomb by viktor & rolf (key notes - peony accord, centifolia rose accord, freesia accord)

zodiac: gemini

lola's baby car: cherry red 1970 chevelle ss (because john wick had one and boy oh boy did girlie fall in love when she found one she could fix up)

pinterest: here!

playlist: here!

BIOGRAPHY

Oh listen, Lola has never shied away from anything in her life. If you ask her what her childhood was like, she won't lie and tell you it was picturesque. She won't paint the perfect white picket fence, green grass and happy home that you see in all of the wholesome sitcoms. Oh no, her childhood was anything but.

Sometimes two people should just admit they find each other physically attractive and move on. It was fun while it lasted, shame there's nothing there, but c'est la vie, that's how it goes sometimes. Unfortunately for Lola, her parents decided they'd try and make their vague semblance of a relationship work after they found out her mom was pregnant with her.

So as to not keep any of you in suspense, it was no surprise that it didn't work. In fact it went down in flames rather spectacularly. Cheating, fights, broken windows, truly soap opera worthy. To their credit, they managed to simmer until Lola was in just entering high school . . . which meant that teen girl emotions mixed with her parents tumultuous split. Fun combo, eh?

Thankfully, she had someone looking out for her, because she sure as sh!t couldn't rely on either of her parents to with them so involved with their break up. Suddenly, Lola found herself trading Malibu's shores for Brisbane's coast in her sophomore year of high school. Her grandparents took her under their care and raised her in a loving home, something Lola hadn't had for awhile.

Not having to take care of herself for once was an adjustment, but one she took to in time. She flourished in high school, growing confident as she gathered all manner of friends in any and all social circles. With all of the glitter and bright colors that adorned her wardrobe, though, she found her niche and talent in mechanics. When she wasn't hanging out with friends or studying, she was greased up and elbows deep in some sort of junker her grandpa was restoring.

College was easy, in the sense she knew exactly what she was going after. With all the confidence of Elle Woods taking Harvard, Lola near dominated her mechanical engineering and auto mechanic courses, doing a double major in both. Her grandpa had always wanted to open a shop of his own, and easily enough that became her dream too.

After college Lola traveled for a bit, working wherever she landed so she could gain some experience before she went back to Brisbane. When she did go back, she found a hole in the wall auto shop that'd been out of business for years . . . and bought it. Thus Hot Rod Auto was born, and Lola had done everything she can over the last 9 or so years to make it into a place that places quality over quantity, hence her insistence for keeping only a small staff on hand.

Where her personality is concerned, she's always been unabashedly bold but in a somewhat casual way. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, and carries herself with a confident air. She's got a big brain and an equally big heart, loves her employees to death and would easily fight for any of them. She's always been more of a person to take care of others than accept the same treatment (#trauma response?), and will absolutely go toe to toe with anyone twice her size.

#tw cheating mention #bbsfmintro

[magatsunohana]

Getting to Know the Mun

Basics

Name: Kei

Age: Too old. 32

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her/They

Sexuality: Demi

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Take or Single?: Yes.

Three Facts About Me

1. I... absolutely love Alexander the Great. I've been collecting so many books on him that I even have one about the logistics of his army. In the books that I've read, there are mentions of books and plays that he enjoyed reading, so I did my best to find copies of it. From Historical Fiction to Historical Non-Fiction I try to collect as much as I can so I can delve into his personality better, and how he's portrayed by different writers overtime. I try to get as many historical sources as well both from people who write him in a positive light and a negative light, so that I can understand him better. Just coz I like him doesn't mean I condone some of the heinous things he's done throughout history... and there are some that are very atrocious. But you can't expect a perfect ruler to exist. That's simply not possible. But it doesn't mean that he wasn't a good ruler. He has his ups and downs, like every one else. But him being very hands on and leading his troops personally always garners my respect. Aaaand annoyance when that almost kills him.

2. Locally, I have one story that was published as part of a Mythology Anthology series. My contract with the publisher ended a long time ago so we're able to post it and do with it as we please. If ever you're interested, you can check it out over here.

3. One of my dreams is to one day be able to read Cuneiform/Ancient Sumerian Script because I want to read directly from the tablet where The Epic of Gilgamesh is inscribed. So, there is a channel on Youtube called the Digital Hammurabi which teaches you how to read Ancient Sumerian script. ADDITIONALLY, tiny thing I found online. Caster Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm, Malammu Dingir doesn't make sense as a phrase, generally. As 'Melammu' is the borrowed Akkadian of Melam/Melim, while Dingir is Sumerian in nature. If I remember correctly, for it to make sense it should be phrased as 'Melamdingira' which would then mean "A Deity's Splendor". As Melammu Dingir, these are just two nouns strewn together.

How long [have you been roleplaying?]: I am too lazy to do the math, but I started during 2006.

How'd you start?: I actually started in a forum. Back then, Animelyrics.com had Roleplaying forums which were pretty easy to get into. So I mostly did stuff there. Eventually, I'd transfer to Yahoo Chatrooms for real time roleplaying. It's very fun. Buuut there were issues and the Yahoo Chatrooms had to be shutdown.

Muse Preferences

Female or Male? Both?: Both~

Favorite Face: Aaaah, my favorite face is Hori Kyouko. But I usually use her as my mun Icon. I love Hori. Along with the entire Hori Household. Specially Kyousuke because he's so stupid.

Least Favorite Face: I don't really think I have a least favorite face... AH. I hate Malty's face... if I have to choose. I mean, he design is pretty and I totally support anyone's use of her as an FC, but it's just her character, how she did Naofumi dirty. I see her face, it grinds my gears.

Writing Preferences

Fluff, Angst, or Smut?: Mostly, fluff and angst. Depending on my mood though, I usually gear more towards angst. Let's hurt each other when we plot. UwU

Plots or Memes?: Both. Both is good. Both is definitely good.

Are you like your muse(s)?: I guess there are some things that are similar, but I wouldn't say we're very much alike. At the very least, I wouldn't do majority of the atrocious things that my muses will do, if the chance was offered to me and no consequences will be suffered. Sometimes, I like to think that I'm actually a fairly nice person compared to my muses. But my muses would beg to differ, and call me a sadist because I put all of them through hell.

tagged by: @twisted-legacies, @xpeculiariity (Thank you!)

Tagging: Steal it from me~ and tag me when you do~

#Out of Ramshackle [ OOC ] #Oh look a Community Chest! [ Dash Games ] #I went full nerd on the things about me. XD I'm... sorry.

[jalapeno-princess]

What If I Told You I Loved You?

College boyfriend Mark X Reader

Genre: Extremely adorable fluff (some mature themes, mentions of sex, alcohol and curse words)

Word Count: 7.1K

Summary: Saying I love you to one another for the first time.

You are the one girl And you know that it's true I'm feeling younger Every time that I'm alone with you

We were sitting in a parked car Stealing kisses in the front yard We got questions we should not ask but

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? It's just something that I want to do I'll be taking my time, spending my life Falling deeper in love with you So tell me that you love me too

“Right there is the Big Dipper and if you look closely, just a few feet away is the Little Dipper and that is Orion’s Belt. See?” 

“Babe, it all just looks like a clump of shining dots to me. But keep going, hearing you go in to depth about constellations is so fucking adorable.” 

You and your boyfriend Mark were currently on the roof of your best friend BamBam’s house, looking up at the stars and basking in each other’s presence. It was your mutual friend Jackson’s birthday and BamBam decided to throw him a surprise party while his parents were away on a business trip. 

The night started off pretty great; everyone seemed to be having a good time drinking, playing games and dancing along to Yugyeom’s unique playlist. However, you weren’t one to really care for big crowds and being around people you didn’t know. Therefore, Mark suggested the two of you get away for a little while so you could have a short breather and he could have you all to himself. That’s how the two of you found yourselves on the roof with you sitting on his lap and his arms wrapped gently around your waist. 

If Mark had a choice, both you and him would’ve stayed at his place lazing around all day until he’d find himself with his head between your thighs as some kind of murder mystery documentary played in the background but no; here you were at a party where everyone seemed to be either drunk, high, horny or all three and your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to go home with you. 

Unfortunately, Jackson was very adamant that you and Mark stayed until the end so he could “make memories with his two best friends on his 23rd birthday” but deep down you knew he wanted as much help as he could get cleaning up once everyone was gone. 

“Well, your eye sight was never all that great so that’s understandable. Give me your finger, we’ll outline the sky and maybe you’ll be able to actually identify the constellation on your own.” You could feel the vibration against your back as he let out a giggle and when you turned around to face him to see why he was laughing, he gave you a knowing look.

“I can think of a better thing to do with my fingers if you’d let me—ow! What? It’s your fault, I’ve been fucking hard this entire party because of how devastatingly sexy you look. Hell, I almost called BamBam and told him we couldn’t make it once I saw you walk out in this tight ass skirt and this blouse that leaves little to the imagination babe. Oooh, why don’t we try out roof sex it sounds kinky and pretty romantic. I could fuck you doggy while we continue our star gazing and have you bounce on this dick as the wind blows in your hair—you’re no fun.” He began to rub the part of his shoulder where you playfully shoved him before giving you his finger. 

“That is Virgo; your zodiac sign and it’s located right next to Saturn, that is Corvus and right next to it is crater. That right there is Venus and Uranus—“

“No, your anus is right here and I’m trying to make my way in it—will you stop hitting me?” 

He pulled away his hand and mischievously brought his lips right under your sweet spot and began to suck and nibble on the skin earning himself a breathy moan. Mark was always quite the troublemaker and knew exactly what to do to drive you insane. The two of you have been dating for almost five months and it’ has been some of the best months of your entire life because of him. 

He was quite the gentleman; he always opened doors for you, told the lamest jokes that never failed to make you laugh, prepared lunches for you, always did whatever you asked of him without complaining and tried his best to make you happy. When you told him he was your first actual boyfriend, he tried to take things slow in fear of scaring you away but you were totally fine with going at whatever pace he was comfortable with. 

Being your first relationship, you were afraid of messing up, making mistakes and causing unnecessary arguments because of your naivety but Mark never gave you a reason to worry about your relationship and he made sure you were comfortable with anything and everything the two of you did. Sometimes you’d find yourself staring in to space and thinking about how lucky you were to have someone like him; someone so golden hearted, caring, free-spirited and charismatic as he was to call your significant other. 

He never failed to make you feel as if you were the only girl in the world on a daily basis and although you’ve haven’t been dating for too long, deep down you knew you wanted Mark for as long as you could have him for.

“Mmm—Mark—no—not here.” He released a frustrated sigh before complying and pulled away causing you to whine. It’s not like you didn’t want to give him what he wanted. You knew how much of a horndog Mark was and he made it known just how much he thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on both physically and verbally almost every single day and you craved him just as much as he did you. But the two of you weren’t in a place where you could relish in your love together. 

“Why not? It’s not like we haven’t had sex here before. I still dream about taking you up against BamBam’s parent’s dresser and watching myself fuck you through their ceiling mirror—“

“That’s exactly why we can’t do it here dumbass. Youngjae is still scarred from walking in on us that one time and it’s been three months. The party’s almost over and I promise once we help clean up I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want with me once we return to your place. Now, back to the constellations.” 

Although your back was facing him, feeling him smile against your jaw made your cheeks warm. From past experiences where Mark was in charge, you knew he wasn’t going to go easy on you. Especially because he had to wait to make love to you, but it made it all the more exciting. You continued pointing out the different constellations for another fifteen minutes until a question you’ve been wanting to ask Mark popped up in your mind. 

“Hey babe, is there any questions you might have and are curious to know the answer to but are afraid of hearing the reaction for?” You knew with the way his grip on your waist loosened and the short breath he released against your neck that he was actually thinking about what you asked him. 

“Hmmm—actually yeah. How can my feet smell if they don’t have a nose?” 

The laugh that fell from your lips was expected; Mark in more or less words was hilarious. It may not seem that way because he was so quiet and quite the introvert to those who didn’t know him all that well, but to you and your group of friends, he had a pretty good sense of humor. It’s one of the many reasons why you fell for him in the first place. 

“God that was terrible, you’re such a loser.” He playfully rolled his eyes before stealing a chaste kiss from the corner of your mouth. 

“Whatever. I’m your loser. In all seriousness though, no. I don’t think I do. How come? Is there something wrong?” 

Yes, I’m in love with you and I want to know if you feel the same about me but I’m too afraid to ask how you feel without embarrassing myself if you don’t feel the same just yet. 

Since you weren’t too sure how relationships really worked, you didn’t know when to drop the L word to Mark even if you knew you did in fact love him. You found yourself falling in love with him just a month after starting your relationship and as much as you wanted to let him know about your feelings, you felt like it was too early in your relationship for that kind of confession. Plus, it’s been months. If he loved you, wouldn’t he have said so already? 

Maybe he was afraid of things getting complicated once the word love was thrown in there but you knew you loved him; with every bone in your body. Your heart was begging you to get it off your chest and you were in a constant battle with your heart and your mind about what you should do. But like he did with almost every aspect of your relationship, you wanted Mark to be the one to tell you he loved you first. 

“No no. Nothing. It’s nothing. I was just curious. My mom asked me something the other day and I couldn’t help but to think about some questions I have that I’m afraid to learn the answers to. It’s a bunch of school related questions, so you have nothing to worry about. Should we start heading back inside now?” 

He gave you the most adorable pout before nodding his head slowly in agreement. As soon as you began making your way back in to the house through BamBam’s window, both you and Mark tried your best to sneakily head back in to the living room without anyone noticing your absences, but knowing how your friends could be, it was too much to ask for. 

“So that’s where the two of you ran off to! I told Yugyeom your horny asses would find a place to fuck—ow! Control your woman Tuan I was just stating the facts. Jinyoung owes me $20.” Your boyfriend gave Jackson a scowl before rolling his eyes. 

“What are you even doing in here? Shouldn’t you be celebrating your own party downstairs?” The birthday boy shook his head before motioning the two of you to follow him. It was obvious with the way he was clumsily walking that he was either borderline drunk or just a bit tipsy. Jackson had a tendency of drinking a little too much at parties like these and it was no different seeing as how it was his celebration. 

“I was sent to look for you two. Nobody could find you for the last hour and Jinyoung claimed the two of you probably bolted but I know you’d never do that to me on my birthday right Markie boy? Or at least I know y/n wouldn’t because she’s a good friend—although, you do hit like a professional. Mark must really like how rough you are—ow! The apple never falls far from the tree you two are perfect for each other.” 

You turned to look up at your boyfriend and smiled softly when you saw him already grinning at you. Mark’s hand absentmindedly found yours and he intertwined your fingers before bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a soft kiss behind it. Once the three of you made it back to where everyone was and saw that the party had died down, you grew excited at the idea of finally leaving and having your boyfriend all to yourself in the privacy of his apartment. 

“There you two are. You guys missed so much—although by the look on Jackson’s face I wouldn’t be surprised if you were having your own little party up in one of the rooms.” BamBam wiggled his brows playfully at you and Mark but the two of you paid no mind. Your friends never failed to crack jokes whenever it came down to your relationship but you knew it was all in good fun. 

“Yeah yeah—whatever. Can we just hurry up and finish this party already I’d like to go back to my apartment with y/n and actually have a celebration of our own—ow babe what was that for? They already assumed we had sex so there’s no point in hiding our plans for later.” 

This earned him another elbow to his side as the six other boy’s laughter filled the kitchen. The rest of the night was spent playing silly games that Jackson set up that had a lot to do with how much everyone knew him. For every wrong answer, everyone had to take a shot; but because your boyfriend, Jinyoung and Yugyeom were the designated drivers, they had to sit this game out. Although you considered Jackson to be a close friend of yours, you didn’t think you knew as much about him as Mark probably did. 

You tried to get out of having to play, but the birthday boy insisted it was just for fun. Knowing how much of a lightweight you were, your boyfriend should’ve tried harder in coming up with an excuse to get Jackson off of your back, but it was too late. Only twenty minutes in to the game, you took at least five shots of tequila and Mark could tell just by the flush on your cheeks that you were tipsy; or at least on the verge of inebriation. 

“Hey guys, I think it’s time y/n and I head out. Only your dumbasses could get her drunk in less than half an hour. Don’t give me that look Jacks, if you didn’t force her to play, maybe we would stay longer. How the hell would she have known about the birthmark on your ass? Or that you accidentally shaved your eyebrow once because you were high? She needs to go to bed. I can already tell she’s gonna have a hangover in the morning—“

“This is just your excuse so y’all can finally fuck. Fine, go ahead. The two of you owe me one. Get home safely.”

Mark motioned for Yugyeom to pick you up from off of Mark’s lap so that he could get up himself. He released a soft sigh as he took you back from the younger boy and began saying his goodbyes to the rest of the guys. As soon as the two of you made it out to his car, he tried his best in opening the passenger door and placed you down as gently as he possibly could. 

So much for wild and kinky sex. 

After making sure you were buckled and sitting in a comfortable position, he got in to the driver’s side and got himself settled before reaching over to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. He decided to turn on some music to help keep himself awake and began the twenty minute drive back to his place. From the few times he’s witnessed you getting drunk, Mark had a huge feeling you were going to be hungover tomorrow morning and he wanted to be able to take care of you. 

At a few stoplights, he couldn’t help himself and stole a few chaste kisses from your cheeks; he even caught himself gazing at you in admiration a little too long and didn’t realize the light changed until the car behind him pressed on their horn. When he continued to drive, Mark could’ve sworn he heard you mumble. He decided to let it go, you were obviously dreaming and it humored him that you were still so talkative even while you were asleep. There was a point, where your mumbling turned in to actual sentences that he couldn’t really make out as to what you were saying.

 “BamBam—you’re a liar.” He giggled softly to himself at your sudden assertion. What exactly were you dreaming about that brought a frown upon your face? And what exactly did BamBam lie about? 

“Y/n, what are you talking about?” You released a frustrated sigh which Mark found extremely adorable before turning to face the window. “You told me—you said that Mark loves me—but—he hasn’t told me himself. Why would you lie Bam? You know how I feel about him and it’s not—funny—“ 

If he wasn’t driving right now, and if you weren’t so drunk, he would’ve had you go in to further detail about what you were saying. Mark knew for a fact that you were probably sleep talking, or maybe you woke up but your mind wasn’t all completely there. There was a pain in his chest hearing you sound so upset over the fact that he had yet to tell you that he loved you. God—love couldn’t even describe what the older boy felt for you. 

The warm feeling Mark would get in his chest every time he kissed you, talked to you, held you or even just thought about you; the way he always needed to be around you, how his heart always craved to be in your presence—he knew he loved you the moment he started caring about your well-being and if he was being honest, it didn’t take him very long to realize that he harbored these very strong feelings for you. Every time you laughed at one of his cheesy jokes, or when he’d observe the way you looked at your food as if it was the most beautiful object on this earth; the way he always seemed to look at you, he knew his heart belonged to you. 

For weeks, the guys have been pestering him to “grow some balls” as Jackson never failed to remind him and admit his true feelings for you. It’s not that Mark didn’t want you knowing that he loved and was in love with you. As soon as he came to accept those feelings, he wanted nothing more than to tell you so that you were aware of what you meant to him. The only things stopping him from being completely honest with you was the fear of scaring you away, and the idea that you didn’t reciprocate his same feelings just yet. 

Mark knew you had yet to really understand what love was, but even if you didn’t love him, he knew you must’ve really cared about him just by the way you would look after him and take care of him like it was all you ever really wanted to do. Caring about Mark’s safety and well-being what’s what he considered to be your love language. You made it an every day routine to ask him how his day was and if he was eating all his meals on time. No matter what you were doing; even if you were in the middle of class or busy at work, you wanted to make sure Mark was okay. 

You would head over to his place to help him do his laundry every so often because God only knows the boy has no clue of what he’s doing when it comes to washing his clothes. Some nights, you would stay up on the phone with him and console him if he had a rough day. Other nights, while he would be in the middle of playing video games, he would FaceTime you just because something about having you there even if he wasn’t interacting with you made his heart extremely happy. 

You made his heart extremely happy. 

There were multiple occasions where the four letter word would almost fall from his lips, hell—he almost let it slip earlier while he was looking at you in awe of your beauty as you rambled on about the big and Little Dipper. If it was anyone else going in to depth about something that Mark couldn’t care less about, he would’ve just allowed their words to go through one ear and out the other. However, because it was you, Mark was sure you could tell him the history of the Pillsbury dough boy and he would listen to each and every single word as it fell from your pretty pink lips he adored so much. 

Everything you did just exhilarated him; he thought the entire world of you and although the two of you have only been together for a couple of months, he knew you were the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Whenever the word soulmates was brought up in to discussion, his mind always lingered to you. Well, it really didn’t matter what the topic was, Mark would always think about you. It was something his friends quickly picked up on. 

They could be talking about giraffes, and Mark would bring up the time he took you to the zoo a couple of weeks ago because you haven’t been there since you were a little girl. He talked more about how adorable you were as you ran through the park, pulling him towards each and every exhibit with so much excitement. BamBam joked around about how Mark talked about you with so much stars in his eyes and how he looked at you as if the sun shines out of your ass. He mentally cursed his mischievous friend for confessing his feelings for him, but at the same time he made a mental note to thank him. Mark knew he wouldn’t have been able to confess his love for you otherwise. 

Sure, he could easily compliment you on your beauty—and he never failed to tell you how he was extremely grateful to have you in his life; but telling you that he was madly in love with you and that he dreamt about starting a family with you every other day. It was already out there—there was no use in hiding what he felt for you any longer. Once he were to tell you what he’s been wanting to for months now, he felt like it would only bring the two of you closer as a couple if that were even possible. 

As soon as he parked in to his stall and turned off the car, he carefully pulled you out of your seat and threw your bag over his shoulder before carrying you bridal style up to his unit. He smiled softly to himself when your body molded with his perfectly; you placed your face against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck as if you were sober and knew exactly what you were doing. It didn’t take him much effort to get you inside, he just really didn’t want to wake you. A sigh of relief immediately fell from his lips once he unlocked the door and began making the trek to his bedroom. 

Gently, he placed you down on your side of his bed and placed a kiss on your temple before preparing some things to help you get ready for bed. He grabbed one of his shirts and tossed it on the bed while walking in to his bathroom to get you a makeup wipe. Seeing your side of the sink with all your cosmetics and facial care made him grin like an idiot. Mark wasn’t able to put his finger on it, but something about seeing all your things in his place made his heart soar. 

Could it be because it made him feel as if you lived together and the idea of living with you and waking up next to you in his arms was something Mark has been wanting since the first night you slept over? He made sure to set aside a water bottle and some pain killers for when you were to wake up in the morning and walked back in to the room. If you didn’t tell him before you guys left for the party that you were wearing makeup, your boyfriend would’ve just assumed that you weren’t even wearing any at all. You were naturally beautiful. He had a hard time believing you actually existed sometimes and that you weren’t a figment of his imagination that he created because he was lonely. 

Before you, Mark’s love life was sub-par; he only had two girlfriends before you and honestly, neither of his relationships could compare to what you and Mark shared. He wasn’t aware of it then, but in the beginning of your relationship; even after only two weeks of dating, the feelings he harbored for you were stronger than what he felt for his two ex-girlfriends through their entire relationships. You were the one who showed Mark what love was. You made him fall deeply and irrevocably in love with you and he had no intention on getting up—ever. 

He spent a couple of moments admiring your beauty; bringing his fingers and tracing your features ever so gently. All he wanted to do was kiss you senseless and show you just how much he loved you through his actions rather than his words. Anybody could tell you they loved you; but if someone truly cares about you and wants you to actually feel their love, they would show it with different gestures. That’s exactly what he was planning to do for you in the morning. Your boyfriend could already tell you weren’t going to feel all that well in the morning; not only did you consume quite a bit of alcohol, but you and tequila were never a good pair. 

Why did you think it was a good idea to take so many shots of patron? He playfully shook his head at the idea of how much of a pushover you were when it came to his friends. Although Mark found it extremely cute that you got along with all of his friends so well, he didn’t like how they would take advantage of your kindness and generosity. It was mainly Jackson, BamBam and Yugyeom who would coerce you in to doing things that would drive Mark insane; especially because he knew you could never say no to them no matter how crazy their requests could get. He began to take off your clothes in order to change you in to his shirt and sighed frustratingly when he saw your choice in underwear—or lingerie rather. You were honestly going to be the death of him. 

He mentally cursed his friends for being such cockblockers. If only you allowed him to take you on the roof, he wouldn’t have the idea of kicking all his friends asses replaying over and over in his mind. To Mark, you were the most beautiful girl he has ever had the honor of laying his eyes on; but when you would wear such tight dresses that hugged every single one of your curves and very tiny pieces of lingerie, you would drive him to the brink of insanity. He was not going to let you get away with this; once you were sober, he was going to make you pay for having him suffer with an extremely painful erection. He placed gentle kisses along your chest, down to your navel and forced himself to stop before things could escalate. Mark had a very hard time controlling yourself around you. 

It didn’t even matter what you were wearing. You could be wearing a pair of sweats and one of his t-shirts and he would have to fight the urge of wanting to take you right then and there; no matter where the two of you were or who you were with. Right after he put his shirt on your exhausted and obviously inebriated frame, he began to take his clothes off and quickly joined you in bed. He made his way behind you and pulled you tightly against his bare chest while leaving soft, fleeting kisses on the back of your neck. 

“My silly girl, I love you in ways I never thought were possible before. God—I love you so, so much y/n.” 

Before Mark knew it, sleep was finally taking over him and his face absentmindedly gravitated towards the crook of your neck as his arms were wrapped protectively around your waist. When you woke up the next morning, you felt as if your head was about to burst with all the throbbing going on. How did you let both Jackson and BamBam trick you in to drinking so much? Why didn’t you just speak up and say you no longer wanted to play along? You were now regretting every alcoholic beverage you consumed the night before. In order to try and soothe your migraine, you allowed yourself to stay in bed for a couple of minutes. 

The tight grip on your waist and the warmth of Mark’s chest pressed right against your back made your cheeks warm. Slowly, in attempts not to wake him, you turned around to face him and smiled when you noticed he was still sleeping. You couldn’t help yourself; it was only natural for you to want to kiss him even if he was sleeping. Before you and Mark started dating, you’d be lying if you were to say you didn’t wonder what it would feel like to be able to kiss those soft, heart shaped lips of his and when he kissed you right after your third date, you knew you needed to kiss him every time you had the chance to. 

His kisses were very gentle and modest in the beginning of your relationship, but when you told him it was okay to take things further—he didn’t waste a second before going completely all in. With every single kiss the two of you shared, no matter how passionate and sensual or simple yet sweet it could be, his kisses never failed to set your entire body in flames. You cupped both his cheeks with your hands and started to leave feather like kisses all around his face; you knew he took care of you before allowing you to completely get comfortable in bed. It was the little things like that; all his sacrifices and just him going the extra mile for you that made you question what exactly he felt about you. 

BamBam told you a couple of weeks ago while you both went to get coffee after class one day that he’s never seen Mark so happy before and that the two of you were perfect for each other. In the back of the cozy little coffee shop, that’s when he told you his older friend was dead over heels in love with you. You were quick to roll your eyes and even threw your croissant at him for messing around with you, but he actually looked sincere for the first time in the five months that you’ve know him for. What good would it do for him to lie about such a thing? You were sure BamBam was well aware that Mark was capable of kicking his ass if he ever, were to butt in to your relationship at all. 

Mark’s friends; no matter how much he loved them and considered all six of them to be his family, he could do without any of them being involved in anything the two of did or controlled your relationship. You were too busy admiring your boyfriend’s devastatingly charming good looks to notice that he was now wide awake and it didn’t occur to you until you felt his hands grip at your waist. 

“With all this staring babe, I’m assuming you’re not feeling all that bad.” 

Although his voice startled you and you were annoyed that he scared you, you couldn’t help but smile up at him and the way he was looking at you so adoringly. He brought some of your hair behind your ear and placed a gentle kiss on your nose. This was probably only the fifth time you’ve slept over Mark’s apartment since your relationship started—so it was only natural for your heart to feel as if it was about ready to leap out of your chest. 

Waking up next to him was something you would never admit out loud, but it was something you wanted to happen more often. Being in his warm embrace as he soothingly drew circles along your back was comforting. You wished you could savor this moment just a little while longer, but the throbbing pain in your head felt otherwise. When Mark felt you try to pull yourself from out of his arms, his brows furrowed in disappointment until he saw your adorable little pout he took no time in growing fond of over the last few months. 

“I think I’m going to throw up.” 

He was quick to get up from his place in bed as soon as you confirmed that yes—you weren’t feeling all that bad; you were feeling terrible. Mark was the “I told you so” kind of guy. He told you not to get involved in Jackson and BamBam’s antics knowing very well where it would lead. But now that he was rubbing your back as you released everything you consumed last night in to the toilet, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel even worse than you already were. Hearing you throw up and watching you heave made his stomach sore—if there was anything Mark hated more than studying and being stuck in traffic, it was seeing you not feeling too well. 

There was one time you caught a cold and he stayed with you the entire week at your apartment, nursing you back to health in any way that he could. This was the first time after any drunken stupor of yours that the hangover was this bad. As soon as you rid yourself of any toxicities from your body, you stood up and walked over to the sink, brushing your teeth and rinsing your mouth with mouthwash in attempts to feel a little more cleansed and refreshed. Mark allowed you some time to come to your senses before handing you the water bottle and aspirin he prepared for you the night before. You politely thanked him and turned around to face him—leisurely wrapping your arms around his nape and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. 

“I’m so sorry for making you take care of me—“ he gave you a knowing look and pressed his finger against your lips in order to silence you. 

“You’re my girlfriend baby, it’s my duty to take care of you. Don’t you dare think that you’re a burden or that it bothers me to have to do anything for you. I love being able to do whatever it is I can for you. I’m happy whenever you’re happy baby. Your happiness is my main priority. I—I love you y/n. Fuck—do I love you. If only I knew how to form just how much I love you in to a sentence. But there aren’t enough words in the English dictionary to express what I feel for you.” 

Okay, you were definitely still hazy from last nights events. There was no way he just told you that he loved you; you had to be hallucinating. You had a hard time processing his words—your head was still pounding profusely, so maybe there was a chance you were hearing things. The laughter that fell from Mark’s lips at the sight of your blank expression broke you out of your trance and soon, he brought his hands on either side of your face and kissed you senseless. 

Unlike most of his kisses that started off gentle and gradually got more passionate the longer the two of you would make out for, he went all in and kissed you like his life depended on it. It was obvious you didn’t believe his confession, or that’s what he assumed when you didn’t respond to what he just told you. He also felt as if you were still kind of drunk; but you wouldn’t have kissed him earlier nor would you be able to continue standing up on your own if that was the case. Mark continued his movements, licking and sucking on your lips; playfully biting on your tongue and completely bringing it in between his teeth as he lifted you up on top of the counter and made his way in between your legs. 

When he didn’t feel you responding in to the kiss, he was afraid that he jumped the gun too quickly. Sure, you may have drunkenly admitted that you didn’t believe he was in love with you because he had yet to say it, but that didn’t confirm that you reciprocated the same love for him. He was expecting a completely different reaction if you did. One filled with more excitement as you found yourself on your knees taking him in and out of your mouth; showing him how happy you were with his confession. But no—to Mark’s dismay, you continued to stare directly at the wall and he felt like complete and utter shit. He should’ve waited for you to say something. You were drunk last night; it’s not like you knew what you were telling him. 

“Last night, I’m sure you must’ve thought I was BamBam, and so you told me—or I guess you thought you were telling BamBam that he lied to you that I love you because I didn’t say it myself. So—I love you. I’m sorry if I misunderstood your words and you don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready to. Just know that I do—love you. I’ll go make us some breakfast, you can come out when you feel like it okay?” 

This is what you wanted to hear for months now. Hearing his confession sent so many emotions to your chest; excitement, elation, contentment, happiness, wonder—so why were you acting the exact opposite of what you were feeling? Seeing him look so defeated made you feel like such a bitch. You could tell it must’ve took a lot of courage for him to tell you he loved you and you couldn’t even let out a word. How pathetic. I love you too. How hard was it to repeat it back to him? Especially because you’ve been practicing confessing to him for such a long time. 

You wanted to lie and say it was because your mind wasn’t all completely there, but you knew it was because you didn’t feel like you deserved his love. You didn’t deserve his adoration or the way he treated you as if you were an actual angel—but you weren’t going to let him walk away thinking you didn’t feel the same way. Mark was shocked when you practically jumped on his back and wrapped your arms tightly around him, but he grinned widely to himself at the sudden skinship. You smashed one side of your cheek against his and left a sloppy kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“I love you too Mark. I love you so much—I’m surprised one of the boys haven’t let it slip just yet because I’ve been complaining to Jinyoung and Jaebeom for the longest time and although I trust them the most out of our friends, I wasn’t surprised when BamBam and Jackson called me out on it. It didn’t take me long to fall in love with you. I actually assumed since I’ve never experienced being in love before that it was only natural for me to fall in love with quickly; but it’s because it was you. You are such an amazing person Mark and an even more wonderful boyfriend. I will admit, I never wanted to get in to a relationship before because I was always surrounded with divorce and broken relationships. You changed my perspective on everything. I never thought anyone would love me even half as much as you do, nor did I think I was capable of being loved but here you are, proving me wrong like you never fail to do. You mean everything to me Mark. These last five months together have honestly been some of the best months in my entire life because of you. I never knew what love was before you—but now it’s been tattooed on my heart and I can never thank you enough for loving me and showing me just how beautiful love actually is. It might still be to early to say this, but you are my person Mark Tuan and I am now and forever yours.” 

You yelped once Mark practically threw you on the bed, but you weren’t complaining. As soon as you saw the sultry look of lust in his eyes, you knew your words had quite the effect on him as his did on you. For years, all you ever wanted was to experience love and what it was like to be in love. The beautiful man who was now hovering over you; scattering wet kisses all around your face and whispering sweet nothings in your ear just proved that love was real—love existed and it was such a beautiful feeling. When he began to grind himself against your hips, you were well aware of what he had in mind for the two of you. No matter how groggy and under the weather you still felt, the warm sensation between your thighs only grew more and more the longer he continued his movements. 

“M—Mark—what about breakfast—“

“Do you really want me to stop right now? I’m like seconds away from fucking the shit out of you—uh—I mean—making love to you—you just told me you loved me y/n, I’m a verbal and physical kind of guy. So now that you’ve told me, I want you to show me. Let’s fuck now then we’ll have pancakes later. Although, since we didn’t get to have our fun last night, I plan on taking some time to love on your body so breakfast might just turn in to dinner.” You playfully rolled your eyes at how vulgar your boyfriend could be, but he did had a point. He was quick to return back to sucking love bites against your jaw while running his hands along your sides. Your countless moans and silent curses at how good it all felt only encouraged him to be more rough with you. 

“I love you Mark.” He stopped his movements and sat up, looking at you with his breathtaking smile and gently punched your cheek. 

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that. Fuck, why do you have to be so damn adorable? It makes things so much harder for me—literally. I love you too baby and I plan on doing so for the rest of my life. Now, time to eat.”

In the summer, as the lilacs bloom Love flows deeper than the river Every moment that I spend with you We were sat upon our best friend's roof I had both of my arms round you Watching the sunrise replace the moon

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? It's just something that I want to do I'll be taking my time, spending my life Falling deeper in love with you So tell me that you love me too

We were sitting in a parked car Stealing kisses in the front yard We got questions we shouldn not ask

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? It's just something that I want to do I'll be taking my time, spending my life Falling deeper in love with you So tell me that you love me too Tell me that you love me too Tell me that you love me too

#got7 imagines #Got7 #mark tuan #mark tuan imagines #got7 mark

[hanbintms]

            it  is  eye  ,  kofi  ,  back  on  your  dash  with  my  newest  child  !  as  a  reminder  :  i’m  twenty4  ,  prefer  she / her  or  they / them  pronouns  ,  and  i  reside  in  the  est  timezone  !  the  muse  that  i  have  flowing  for  hanbin  is  truly  unmatched  even  though  i  literally  came  up  with  him  within  like  . . .  three  hours  ,  no  kidding  .  that  being  said  ,  he’s  a  brand  new  muse  and  i  can’t  wait  to  plot  with  everyone  once  again  (  or  for  the  first  time  !  )  i  won’t  talk  your  ears  off  as  i  know  this  intro  might  get  a  little  long  ,  but  aside  from  that  ,  can’t  wait  to  write  hanbin  with  ya’ll  !

            (  SONG  KANG , THIRTY , CIS  MAN , HE / HIM  )  *  hey  ,  i’m  looking  for  the  office  of  HANBIN  KOO  .  they’re  the  EMPLOYEE  /  IN - HOUSE  CHEF  who’s  known  around  the  office  as  THE  EPICURE  ,  if  that  helps  ?  not  to  be  a  gossip  ,  but  i’ve  heard  that  they’re  AFFABLE  but  UNCOUTH  ,  is  that  true  ?  i  also  heard  that  they’re  the  one  who  THREW  ICED  TEA  AT  HIS  EX  IN  THE  LOBBY  .  anyways  ,  here’s  the  coffee  they  ordered  .

statistics.

            name  :  koo  hanbin  .  nicknames  :  han  ,  hannie  ,  hanbinie  ,  +  binnie  .  age  +  date  of  birth  :  thirty  +  january  9th,  1991  .  zodiac  :  capricorn  .  moral  alignment  :  true  neutral  .  gender  +  pronouns  :  cis  man  +  he / him / his .  place  of  birth  :  busan  ,  south  korea  .  place  of  residence  :  west  village  ,  new  york  city  ,  new  york  .  orientation  :  bisexual  biromantic  .  occupation  :  in  house  chef  and  internet  personality  .  nationality  :  korean  (  holds  american  citizenship  )  .  ethnicity  :  korean  .  language(s)  spoken  :  korean  ,  english  ,  conversational  italian  ,  and  conversational  japanese  .

background.

            koo  hanbin’s  life  was  relatively  normal  when  he  was  born  .  his  mom  ,  koo  seonghwa  ,  worked  as  a  nurse  in  the  pediatric  department  of  a  local  hospital  in  busan  while  his  father  ,  koo  kyuchul  ,  was  an  office  worker  .  they  weren’t  the  richest  family  ,  nowhere  near  it  ,  but  the  koo  family  made  it  work  .  hanbin  has  more  memories  of  being  with  his  grandparents  more  often  than  his  parents  simply  because  of  their  demanding  careers ,  but  that’s  not  to  say  that  they  weren’t  loving  and  attentive  parents  when  they  had  time  to  be  with  their  only  son  .  

             however  ,  life  began  to  change  for  him  when  was  six  years  old  .  suddenly  ,  the  money  began  to  dwindle  as  quickly  as  it  was  brought  in  .  the  refrigerator  wasn’t  full  unless  seonghwa’s  mother  would  make  some  things  for  them  ,  and  kyuchul  was  coming  home  later  and  later  .  seonghwa  began  to  work  harder  in  an  attempt  to  break  even  ,  but  she  never  seemed  to  get  her  head  above  water  .  she’d  confront  her  husband  about  the  large  sums  of  money  that  would  disappear  from  their  account  ,  but  he  always  blamed  it  on  higher  bills  ,  raised  rent  ,  or  sudden  payments  that  he  had  to  make  .  it  never  made  any  sense  ,  but  seonghwa  started  a  separate  account  to  ensure  their  son  could  at  least  have  food  on  the  table  and  clothes  for  school  .

            the  next  couple  of  years  go  by  and  the  money  situation  worsens  ,  with  seonghwa  getting  to  her  wits  end  .  she  spends  more  time  with  hanbin  at  her  parents’  place  ,  sleeping  with  her  son  in  her  old  bedroom  and  hoping  he  doesn’t  hear  her  cry  at  night  .  she  struggles  to  understand  why  her  husband  is  keeping  secrets  from  her  ,  especially  as  they’ve  been  married  happily  for  the  last  eleven  years  ,  but  it  takes  some  tough  love  from  her  mother  to  get  seonghwa  to  pick  herself  up  .  so  ,  she  decides  to  confront  her  husband  one  night  when  she  finds  out  his  location  from  one  of  his  co - workers  ,  and  she’s  devastated  .  seonghwa  finds  kyuchul  with  a  younger  woman  ,  gambling  away  her  hard  earned  money  .  like  a  scene  out  of  a  drama  ,  seonghwa  kicks  her  husband  where  the  sun  doesn’t  shine  and  promptly  dragged  the  other  woman  outside  to  wack  her  upside  the  head  with  her  purse  .  seonghwa  was  hurt  ,  but  she  had  finally  gotten  answers  ,  and  she  wasn’t  going  to  be  embarrassed  like  this  ever  again  .

            so  ,  seonghwa  and  hanbin  permanently  move  in  with  her  parents  ,  and  it  takes  some  time  for  seonghwa  to  get  over  kyuchul  .  she  focuses  on  her  child  and  her  job  .  from  the  age  of  ten  ,  hanbin  began  spending  more  time  with  his  grandparents  in  their  small  ,  but  popular  barbecue  meat  restaurant  .  when  he  finishes  his  homework  ,  he  helps  his  grandparents  take  orders  ,  and  he  slowly  begins  to  work  the  kitchen  as  he  gets  older  .  his  grandparents  soon  leave  the  kitchen  work  to  him  as  they  get  up  in  age  ,  and  hanbin  runs  the  kitchen  as  if  he’d  been  doing  it  for  over  twenty  years  .  however  ,  when  he  graduates  from  high  school  ,  hanbin  decides  to  spread  his  wings  .  over  the  last  twelve  years  or  so  ,  hanbin  honed  his  cooking  skills  from  his  grandfather  and  spent  most  of  his  childhood  in  the  kitchen  ,  so  his  grandparents  passed  their  restaurant  down  to  seonghwa’s  brother  ,  and  hanbin  left  for  new  york  .

            eighteen  years  old  and  with  only  enough  money  to  get  a  small  sublet  ,  he  knew  he  needed  to  find  a  job  pronto  .  without  formal  kitchen  training  ,  hanbin  would  often  get  turned  away  from  jobs  (  because  he  was  better  than  a  busboy  !  )  and  eventually  ,  the  fates  was  on  his  side  .  he  forced  his  way  into  the  kitchen  of  a  popular  italian  restaurant  ,  immediately  snagging  the  title  of  junior  chef  .  hanbin  ,  a  fast  learner  with  even  faster  knife  skills  ,  easily  works  his  way  up  the  ranks  within  the  restaurant  .  within  six  years  ,  hanbin  becomes  head  chef  and  is  a  force  to  be  reckoned  with  in  the  kitchen  .  although  his  income  changes  significantly  ,  hanbin  starts  a  youtube  channel  in  hopes  of  sharing  his  love  for  food  and  cooking  .  within  a  year  ,  his  following  grows  substantially  ,  and  he’s  approached  to  broaden  his  efforts  by  working  at  masters  international  .

at masters.

hanbin  has  been  at  masters  for  five  years  .  he  started  working  here  after  his  youtube  channel  expanded  ,  and  he  was  approached  to  create  his  own  cooking  content  for  masters’  youtube  channel  .  

basically  ,  he  has  his  own  version  of  test  kitchen  ,  but  it’s  not  really  the  same  thing  .  he  makes  recipes  for  holidays  ,  celebrations  ,  and  is  constantly  showing  how  to  make  traditional  korean  dishes  (  would  not  be  surprised  if  he  has  a  ‘  cooking  with  my  mom  !  ’  type  series  )  .

gives  food  tips  too  like  which  wines  pair  best  with  certain  foods  or  how  to  make  the  most  out  of  your  first  hosting  gig  .  probably  has  a  video  where  he  shares  his  cooking  playlist  because  he  wants  you  to  get  in  the  mood  😌  .

probably  came  up  with  the  special  lunch  for  Daddy  Masters™  but  gets  ticked  when  he’s  asked  to  cook  it  because  does  that  man  know  a  schedule  ?  probably  not  .  [  ‘  we  were  on  a  break  !  ’  specifically  ,  hanbin2   was  on  his  lunch  break  .  ] 

is  it  true  that  he  threw  an  iced  tea  in  his  ex’s  face  ?  absolutely  ,  and  he  has  no  problem  admitting  it  lmao  .  who  was  said  ex  ?  i  guess  we’ll  never  know  [  this  a  number  one  champion  sound  ]  .

probably  well  received  around  the  office  but  i  wouldn’t  be  surprised  if  people  disliked  him  .  it  could  be  his  off  putting  persona  or  honestly  the  simple  fact  that  he’s  got  a  lot  of  sass  and  no  ass  .

headcanons.

you  can  read  a  full  list  of  headcanons  HERE  ;  below  is  an  abridged  version  .

has  a  gyeongsang  dialect  from  living  in  busan  ,  and  honestly  . . .  that’s  hot  .  so  ,  when  he  speaks  in  korean  it’s  rather  strong  and  aggressive  /  pitch  is  vastly  different  from  other  parts  of  korea  .  

i  literally  have  no  idea  how  to  explain  his  personality  other  than  by  using  his  moral  alignment  :  true  neutral  .  he’s  kinda  that  guy  who  knows  everything  but  won’t  tell  you  that  he  does  ?  did  he  eavesdrop  ?  maybe  ,  but  he  won’t  tell  you  that  .  he’s  largely  indifferent  to  a  lot  of  what  happens  around  masters  and  maybe  it’s  because  he’s  been  here  for  half  a  decade  ;  he’ll  just  make  sure  you  drink  water  if  you’re  drunk  and  crying  .

a  Dog  Father™  to  a  little  re:  big  goldendoodle  named  duri  .  he  is  most  definitely  judging  you  and  can  often  be  found  sunbathing  in  that  solarium  .  

a  very  simple  man  when  it  comes  to  his  coffee  :  caffè  americano  or  an  espresso  macchiato  please  .  and  don’t  forget  the  butter  croissant  !

mostly  expressionless  . . .  like  i  really  have  no  idea  how  to  explain  how  he  looks  at  people  because  i  feel  that  stoic  is  too  harsh  of  a  word  .  if  you  wanna  know  how  he  feels  though  ,  he  has  extremely  expressive  eyes  .

he  won’t  admit  it  but  he  loves  hosting  .  office  potluck  ?  he’s  your  guy  .  having  a  conference  ?  he’ll  make  your  snacks  .  if  you’re  coming  over  he’ll  make  a  charcuterie  board  and  will  lie  saying  he  made  it  with  some  stuff  he  had  on  hand  (  but  that’s  a  lie  ,  he  went  to  the  grocery  store  and  obsessed  over  it  for  a  solid  three  hours  )  .

finds  joy  in  the  mundane  .  some  people  might  think  he’s  weird  because  he  loves  grocery  shopping  ,  and  heavily  judges  people’s  carts  because  processed  food  ?  yuck  !  he  won’t  say  that  to  your  face  though  he’ll  just  be  like  ‘  are  you  sure  you  wanna  buy  that  ?  ’  and  will  sneakily  replace  your  frozen  pizza  with  pizza  ingredients  hehe  .

that  being  said  don’t  take  him  grocery  shopping  with  you  NFUDNSFDS  .  he  gets  ticked  about  food  waste  ,  and  those  who  don’t  use  reusable  bags  .   probably  has  a  lil  garden  at  his  place  and  composts  !  is  angry  about  people  calling  a  chunk  of  cauliflower  a  steak  (  in  other  words  ,  don’t  to  it  )  !

wanted connections.

DISCLAIMER  :  i  will  not  be  plotting  anything  romantic  with  characters  under  the  age  of  twenty - five  due  to  his  age  !

ONE  TRUE  LOVE  :  this  is  open  to  literally  anyone  ,  preferably  like  ,  28  to  30  but  we  can  talk  details  .  truly  ,  they’re  his  one  true  love  as  the  title  states  ,  and  i  like  to  believe  that  they  were  a  really  happy  couple  who  had  a  meet - cute  .  they  moved  in  together  and  things  were  great  ,  but  they  broke  up  when  they  felt  a  mutual  dissolve  in  their  relationship  .  that  being  said  ,  they’re  good  friends  now  !

BEST  FRIEND  :  who  wouldn’t  love  a  best  friend  .  basically  ,  they  get  along  well  ,  and  they  are  used  to  sung’s  non - verbal  communication  NVJCNXJV  .  it’d  be  really  fun  if  they  had  totally  different  personalities  but  somehow  they  managed  to  click  .  TAKEN  BY  GRIFFIN  OLSON  .

TASTE  TESTER  :  someone  who  he  calls  on  to  often  try  his  food  at  the  office  .  they  possibly  will  appear  in  his  videos  on  masters’  youtube  channel  ,  so  i  think  a  relationship  based  around  food  would  be  really  fun  !  TAKEN  BY  KENNEDY  CRAWFORD  /  SORAYA  HATHAWAY  .

HORN  DOGS  (  DEROGATORY  )  :  i  have  no  other  name  for  this  plot  but  i’m  thinking  two  people  who  cannot  keep  their  hands  off  of  one  another  .  i’m  talking  sneaky  touches  in  the  elevator  ,  secret  hook  ups  in  the  seventh  floor  bathroom  ,  quick  makeouts  and  nearly  getting  caught  .  bonus  points  if  people  around  the  office  don’t  believe  they’re  Banging™  because  their  personalities  are  so  different  .  

CRUSH  :  also  known  as  ,  someone  having  a  crush  on  him  ,  but  he  sees  them  as  a  friend  (  or  even  worse  ,  like  a  younger  sibling  )  .  TAKEN  BY  AYLIN  SAHIN  .

PLATONIC  SOULMATE  :  best  friends  ,  but  make  it  sentimental  .  they  are  thicker  than  thieves  ,  get  on  each  other’s  nerves  ,  but  they  don’t  know  what  they’d  do  without  the  other  .  finish  each  other’s  sentences  (  and  sandwiches  .  sung  will  finish  it  )  and  are  borderline  like  an  old  married  couple  with  the  way  they  act  .

that’s  all  i  got  now  but  i’ve  reblogged  some  posts  that  can  be  found  HERE  and  i’m  down  to  fill  any  wcs  that  you  may  have  as  well  !

#masters.intro #this is really long MVJCNXVC sorry ya'll

[corferox]

———   ♡ BASICS!

♡ NAME!  -  aura. ♡ PRONOUNS!  -  any are okay ! ♡ ZODIAC SIGN!  -  leo sun / scorpio moon / taurus rising. ♡ TAKEN OR SINGLE!  -  single.

———   ♡ THREE  FACTS!

♡ 1!  -  i’m a digital artist ! i’ve posted a few doodles here & there on this blog, so feel free to check those out. i don’t get to draw often due to carpal tunnel & poor motivation, but it’s fun & i hope to post more of my art here soon.

♡ 2!  -  i have a tabby cat named abby who is my absolute best friend. she’s sitting on my lap right now actually ! say hi :>

♡ 3!  -  my first zelda game was ocarina of time on the n64 ! i was like 4 years old though so i was too scared to even start the great deku tree dungeon lol. i distinctly remember running around kokiri forest & making up little stories in my head of all the kids. it was like playing house for me. as for the first zelda game i ever beat, that would be twilight princess on the gamecube ! ( it would have been wind waker if not for the dreaded hunt for triforce pieces rip )

———   ♡ EXPERIENCE!

♡ PLATFORMS USED!  -  i started off on forums & 1x1 rps with best friend via facebook messenger of all things. found out about tumblr rp back in 2013 & it’s been my main platform ever since. discord rp is a secondary fav of mine, though i haven’t been able to do it in a while ( hmu if you’re interested :eyes: :eyes: ). i’ve also done twitter rp before & would be open to trying it again someday !

———  ♡ MUSE  PREFERENCE!

♡ FEMALE, MALE OR NONBINARY!  -  i have a real soft spot for writing males & masc - aligned muses. couldn’t tell ya why. they’re just fun for me, i guess !

♡ MULTI OR SINGLE!  -  i've had multimuse blogs in the past, but i’ve found that i prefer single muse blogs. i like having aesthetics catered to a single muse, & i find i get less overwhelmed this way. that said, i can really only focus on one blog at a time. if i have multiple blogs, my activity tends to drop drastically across the board :’>

♡ FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT!  -  i loooooooove angst. angst is my everything. mix it with fluff for some little hurt / comfort ? hell yeah. i’m a very melodramatic person, so writing melodrama is just an absolute blast for me. as for smut . . . nahhhh. not really my cup of tea. if it adds to the narrative, then i’m open to it, but otherwise ? i’ll pass.

♡ PLOT / MEMES!  -  i prefer to have a loose plot or established connection going before jumping into any sort of interaction, including memes. i find i’m not as excited to answer something if i have to answer it from an ambiguous standpoint. even if all we plot is “they’re strangers, let’s see what happens”, that’s still easier for me than going in completely blind. i’m also absolute garbage at actually answering anything in my inbox, so there’s that too.

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#♞ —— today i will cause problems on purpose ▶ OOC. #♞ —— time for the gut check challenge ▶ DASH GAMES. #saved this one for munday hehe #thank you again for the tag btw !!

[kammieceleek]

Cat's Bride Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32313736/chapters/80148451

***

Two days.

It had been two days since Tohru woke up in the world of Zodiac Lover, and she was still trying to adjust. Hamasaki, the head maid of Dog's House, was firm in running a tight ship. This meant that Tohru and the other two maids of the house, Arisa and Saki, had to keep everything cleaned and ready for guests at any moment. Tohru had yet to meet any of the characters from the game that she remembered, but she chalked that up to the fact that she wasn't the player character. The player character was the one meant to meet and befriend these characters.

Last time I checked, I barely even qualify as a background character. I'm just an extra set dressing to make the house feel more alive.

Today, in particular, she'd been assigned to clean the hallway near where their guest was staying. Hamasaki had assigned it to her because of how well she'd been doing the past couple days. Tohru had accepted the assignment without hesitation, knowing that a refusal wouldn't make sense.

She wondered what the prince character was really like. All she knew about him was that he was handsome and sensitive and things like that. He was supposedly the best character in the game, though she'd heard debates on the matter.

I'll just lay low until I figure out what that voice meant by 'save him'.

She was so focused on her own thoughts that she didn't notice a loose floorboard and tripped over it, the bucket of soapy water flying out of her hands as she fell forward. Before she hit the ground, a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her to an upright position.

"Are you all right?" asked her rescuer. She blinked in surprise.

No way.

This was Yuki, the prince of the game. The one all the girls in her class had been utterly obsessed with. His hair was a silvery gray, his eyes a matching shade and his face delicate. Feminine. She could definitely see the appeal… and he'd just kept her from hitting the floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she blurted, yanking her arm away. "I should've been watching where my feet were going! I'm sorry to have bothered you!"

"I'm not bothered at all." His eyes went to the loose floorboard. "That should be fixed before someone gets seriously hurt."

"Yes, I'll be sure to let Miss Hamasaki know." Tohru bowed politely. "Thank you for helping me. I should clean up this mess."

She went to run back down the hallway.

"Wait." She turned to face him. "What's your name?"

"Tohru. Tohru Honda."

"Well, Miss Honda, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"The same to you." She bowed again and took off to go get supplies to clean up the bucket of soapy water that had soaked the floor before it set in.

Oh my gosh, that was so embarrassing! I hope he doesn't tell Miss Hamasaki what happened.

She managed to find a mop and rushed back to the hallway, taking care to avoid the loose floorboard that had tripped her up as she began to soak up the water. Oh, she'd definitely have to get that floorboard fixed before someone else tripped on it. And of course she'd been the one to trip over it, given how clumsy she tended to be.

"Do you need some help?" asked a voice. She looked up to see Yuki standing over her and she yelped in surprise, nearly throwing the soaked rag into the air.

"Oh, no, of course not! This is my job! I can't possibly make you do this kind of work!"

"I want to help you," he told her, crouching beside her and taking another dry cloth to the puddle.

"I-I mean, if you want to, I won't stop you. B-but this really is my job."

"If Miss Hamasaki makes things difficult for you, let me know. I'll be sure to set the record straight."

He gave her what she could only internally describe as a princely smile.

I definitely see the appeal of someone like him!

Yuki let out a sigh as he arrived in the dining room.

"What's wrong?" Shigure asked, looking up from the papers he was rifling through.

"Nothing. Just…"

He thought back to the maid who'd apologized so profusely and tried to deny him helping her.

"People are strange."

"Which people?"

"That maid. Miss Honda."

Shigure set down the papers and smirked. Yuki caught the meaning immediately and rolled his eyes in response.

"Not in that way. She's just… not like any of the other maids I've ever met here at the estate."

"I picked her because she was a hard worker. And she's so adorable!"

"Please don't."

"Um… excuse me?"

They both looked up to see Tohru standing in the doorway carrying a tray of food.

"Your dinner," she stated, setting it down.

"Thank you, Miss Honda," Yuki told her.

"It was my pleasure." She smiled in such a warm way that Yuki hadn't seen on another person's face for a long time. Shigure took notice.

"Miss Honda, thank you for all your hard work."

"I-it's not just me!" she insisted. "I-I mean, there's Uo-chan and Hana-chan and Miss Hamasaki, too!"

"Ah, but none of them are quite as adorable as you are."

Tohru's face turned pink and Yuki let out a frustrated groan.

"Please, Miss Honda, you may return to your duties," he insisted. "Do it now, before this gets worse."

"Y-yes, sir." She bowed and dashed out of the room. Shigure pouted at his younger cousin.

"Come on, Yuki, why'd you have to spoil my fun?"

"Because she's my age, you idiot. You shouldn't be flirting with girls my age."

"I wasn't flirting. I was simply stating the obvious. Are you saying you don't find Miss Honda adorable?"

Yuki choked on the tea he'd started sipping.

"That's not the point!"

"I think it is."

The younger Soma let out a sigh and turned his attention to the food. He had overheard Miss Hamasaki telling Tohru it was her job to cook, so all of this had been done by her. He'd noticed it had a tendency to be better some days than on others, and he wondered if those days were Tohru's doing.

One bite all but confirmed his suspicions.

As night fell, Tohru found it difficult to sleep.

She slid out of bed and quietly walked out of the house, feeling a need to walk around. Maybe that would help her feel tired enough to drift off. Plus, she'd spent most of her time in the house since she'd been here. This was her chance to explore a bit without anyone stopping her.

As she walked, she took notice of landmarks so she wouldn't get lost. She wondered how many Somas lived around the estate, and where the rest of the ones who were routes in the game were. She didn't know much about the others due to them not being quite as popular with the people around her as Yuki and Shigure.

Before too long, she'd wandered down a trail and found a small building. It looked like some kind of dilapidated cottage, and like it should've been locked. But it wasn't. The lock had snapped off. Part of her was begging to go back to the house, but another part was saying to open the door and go in. She listened to the latter.

It opened with a quiet creak and revealed a set of stairs leading to a dimly-lit dungeon of some kind. She descended the stairs, taking in her surroundings until she saw there was only one cell in the prison. It was more of a cage, about the same size as her bedroom in her previous life (that is to say, not very big), and at first glance it appeared to be empty.

She nearly slipped on the bottom step and yelped, catching herself on the railing. Quickly she clapped a hand over her mouth. But then she saw someone stirring in the cage. They'd sat upright upon hearing her yelp.

"Who's there?" called a young man's voice. He had a tinge of panic to his tone. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I'm sorry!" she squeaked. "I didn't mean to disturb you!"

The person in the cage turned to face her and she grabbed a lamp off the wall, holding it up to see that it was a young man about her age. His hair was a coppery-orange, his eyes a dull amber. Like he'd lost his will to live and fight while inside the cage. He was also incredibly handsome. Tohru felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of him, and he stared at her. A bit of light came back into those eyes before he tore his gaze away.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm… Tohru Honda. Who are you?"

He curled into a ball, refusing to look at her. The broken way he sat made her heart hurt.

"You have to have a name. What am I going to call you?"

"…Monster."

"Y-your name is Monster?"

"No. But it's what everyone calls me."

She racked her brain, trying to remember if there had been any character like that in the game. None came to mind, but this was still confusing. Why was he called that? He didn't seem like a monster.

"I don't think I will. Doesn't anyone call you your actual name?"

"…someone used to. But he isn't allowed to see me anymore." He glanced up. "Does anyone know you're down here?"

"Not… really? I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk and I found this place."

He blinked.

"You… randomly found the Cat's Room?"

"The Cat's Room?" She tilted her head.

"Never mind."

"Well, I'll come see you again sometime, if that's okay."

"I don't care if you do. Do what you want."

"All right, then. I'll see you soon." She turned to leave.

"…Kyo."

"Hm?" She turned to face him and he was avoiding her gaze.

"My real name. It's Kyo Soma."

"All right then… Kyo."

She put the lamp back and walked up the stairs carefully, closing the door and rushing back the way she'd came. It didn't take long for her to reach the house again—the Dog's House, as Hamasaki had called it—and she found her way up to her bed. She should've found it harder to sleep after something like that, but she closed her eyes and drifted off soon enough.

"Tohru."

A woman with orange hair stood before her, a woman Tohru knew all too well.

"Mom? Is that you?"

Kyoko Honda was wearing clothes that Tohru had never seen her in before—clothing that seemed to be from the same era Tohru was currently in. Her mother approached with a smile and Tohru ran towards her, throwing her arms around the woman who'd been dead for so long.

"My baby girl. You've gotten so much older…"

"Is Dad here, too?"

"Not yet. It's just me."

Tohru's eyes went over her mother's hair. Suddenly she thought of Kyo in the Cat's Room, his hair being the same shade.

"He needs you, you know."

"Who?"

"You'll know. If I tell you, it won't happen right."

"It's Kyo, right? He needs me because he's locked up?"

"…yes. It's him. And not just because he's locked up."

"Do you know why I was brought here? Instead of dying?"

"Dying?" Kyoko's eyes widened.

"I was hit by a car. Then I woke up here. I'm not unhappy being here instead of…"

Kyoko stroked her hair gently.

"My sweet girl… you've been through so much."

"And it's about to get worse."

There was another person there now, a woman with shoulder-length reddish-brown hair. Her voice was familiar, just clearer and brighter than Tohru remembered. This was the person who'd talked to her before.

"Tohru Honda." The woman nodded. "I chose you for a reason."

"Why? Can you explain any of it?"

"I will. Once things play out as they're meant to, I'll explain everything in the waking world. You won't see me until then."

"W-wait!"

Tohru gasped as she sat up in bed. Arisa had been prodding her.

"You were talking in your sleep," the blonde told her bluntly. "Everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, Uo-chan." She gasped again, panicking as she threw off the covers. "Oh my gosh, am I late?"

"No, you're fine. If anything, you're up early. You woke me up with your muttering."

"I'm so sorry…"

"Eh, had to get up sooner or later. I can't be mad at you." She glanced at Tohru's nightclothes. "Did you go for a walk or something? Your dress is all muddy."

"Yeah, I had trouble sleeping."

"Just be careful where you go, okay? Hamasaki told me there's a few places you don't want to wander into by accident. Like this weird little cottage that's way out of the way—it's dangerous."

Tohru swallowed. She didn't dare tell Arisa about Kyo, or that she'd gone to the cottage.

Kyo needed her.

And she'd find out why as soon as she helped him.

#kyoru fanfic #fruits basket #fruba #kyo soma #kyo x tohru #tohru honda #yuki souma #shigure sohma

[tomdiddlyumptious]

HEY ANON WHO SENT THIS, I COULD DO EVERYTHING BUT THE SMUT BECAUSE I NEED TO READ INTO IT AND LEARN SOMEMORE, I JUST REPLACED IT WITH CUDDLING!

Warnings: language, arguing? A lil violence to your wrist, weave grabbing and bodyguard running! NOT PROOF READ OR BOLD, IM JUST KINDA LAZY TODAY!

A/n: oh god what did I just write?

T.H| You Shouldn’t Go Out Anymore

We all know he is gonna feel some fuckin way y/n, don’t fight it” your friend said, sipping her cherrie slurpie after you all left the club.

“Well I don’t know what to say, I was fucking around with anyone I was just handlin my own” you let out a ‘tuh’ as you looked out the window.

“This is a man? You have been out since what? 6” your gay best friend stated, handing you your Reese’s as you only rolled your eyes.

“This is your stop, good luck babe, although you can most definitely handle your own” you opened the door as she pulled up, grabbing your stuff and hopped out the door, big ass mistake. You didn’t fall but your knees didn’t agree with you.

As your friends laughed you flipped them off and closed the door, fixing your purse as your heels clanked against the stone, you walked up to the door step, grabbing your keys and putting them in the door, before you could twist it was already opened by you great full.... angry? Boyfriend.

You jerked your head at him and came in the house, taking off your heels and going into your shared room, throwing them in the closet.

“Where’d you go?” He asked from the kitchen, soon angrily coming into the bedroom. “I got caught up in some traffic” “bullshit, where did you go?” “To the club? Why else am I wearing this?” “Why is your hair fucked up?” He asked, looking at your figure. You shrugged “I have no idea” you bit your lip as you walked up to the mirror attached to the closet, trying to unzip yourself. He stood there watching you with his jaw clenched, you could see him but you tried to ignore it your best, it wasn’t happening.

“Thomas what the fuck is your problem?” “My problem? Why are you out so fucking late!?” He raised his voice. “Why? I’m here aren’t I!” You yell back. “Why are you avoiding the fucking question, you fucking cheated didn’t you? Your a fucking slob” “A slob?” You cock your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “I AM SOBERRRR!” you yell at him, he only ignores you so you dance around him yelling “soberrrr! I am so soberrrr! What’s 2x2? Fourrrrr”. “Can you be serious for two minutes?” “Not when you don’t know what your fucking talking about, wanna know why I was really late?” You snapped back and he only nodded, you threw the Reese’s at his face “maybe I should’ve cheated on yo dumbass” “fuck you!”

“Haven’t you already? Unzip me” his face all scrunched as he walked up and unzipped you, you turning around and his face so close to your own “I went to the fucking store Thomas, they don’t sell snacks at the club” “did you drink at all?” “No thomas, there was just an achol free club where we all sing Barney, I love you, you love me” you smile, tilting your head to the side. “Well I’ve been sitting in this bed waiting for you” “then wait some more baby, wait some more” he grabbed your wrist pulling you closer, him towering you “look smartass, if you want to go bloody fuck around you can, just stay away from me, you don’t answer your phone, you stay out late, you have the fucking audacity to come home and try to talk to me as if I did something wrong?”

“No I’m actually talking to you like your dumb, because you are, get out of me!” You snatch your wrist back “next time you touch me I swear to god I will punch you square in yo fucking face” you take off your dress and grab your suit case, rubbing your wrist because it hurt, like hell. You know he wouldn’t ever hurt you and maybe he was caught in the moment but you were pissed. You took out all of your clothes and threw them on the side of your bed.

“Where are you going? You don’t have anywhere to go” Tom said, grabbing the clothes on the hangers and putting them back up. “Thomas put my shit down” and one thing you both knew, it is your shit, you bought it because you aren’t one of those types for when the time comes he takes everything that he bought for you.

He hesitated before he put it back on the bed “you aren’t leaving me” “I make my own decisions” you started to fold up your clothes as Thomas left, walking into the livingroom taking in what all happened.

You walked up to the door and slammed it, hissing in pain from the slight sting in your wrist, you only pushed yourself more by folding everything and throwing it in your suit case.

You set it next to the door and sat on the bed “fuck” you whispered to yourself thumbs on your temples and your hands rested on your eyebrows. it isn’t your fucking fault at all and you needed to know that but right now you’ve never ever had these kinds of fights with Tom, it was just about dinner or something petty. You ended up falling asleep.

You woke up and found yourself in the messy bedroom, hangers everywhere and suit case still next to the door. You grabbed your phone from your purse that was also on the floor, calling your friend, Imani.

“Yes” she said, you only bit your lip. “We had a fight” you went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, “I know” “how?” “It’s Thomas, and your sarcastic as hell” “well I’m leaving” “the house or the man?” “havent talked about it yet” “well you should, I got to go, text me the apartment though” you let out a hum and hung up, turning on the shower to a warm feeling.

You got dressed and flat ironed your hair sitting on your fluffy pink chair that matched your marble vanity. Then he walked in “hey” he whispered. “Hi” you said back, taking out the last section. “Are we like... not together anymore?” He asked, sitting on the bed watching you. “A break” you said, turning back to him as he nodded. “Can I ask why your doing your hair” “no Tom” “okay” his lips in a thin line.

You unpacked your stuff, getting comfy in your new but not replaced home. You were gonna move in with one of your friends at first but them you knew you wanted some alone time for yourself, you scrolled through your explore page on Instagram- stacked with zodiac signs and Evan peters, skinny girls in bikinis, generic ones.

As you scrolled through you thought ‘maybe I should- nah’ you looked in the closet looking at the small bikinis and the tight skirts and tube tops. Sooner or later the door opened revealing-

“Tye? What are you doing here?” You asked, your gay best friend entering. “I’m not the only one, and don’t come over here talking to me like I’m the enemy” “shut up” you stood up and gave him a hug, soon revealing Imani also. “You know for a fact that we was comin over, yo hair is poppin” she said “stiff where?” You shook it, silky.

Over the few days that you’ve been alone Toms been doing actually pretty well, he did miss you of course but he also did freak out and get mad that you weren’t accepting his calls, he didn’t know if you were safe until-

“Stop!” You laughed, currently in the Pool with the most smallest bikini EVER- the hot red just making your skin shine, your hair done, sunglasses on, teeth white, feet done nails done, okay? Everything is done, by your wallet to.

Tye and his muscular lil boo, throwing pretzels at you. “Have fun!” Ray said, “we didn’t take you here for no reason” Tye added both of them sitting down in the seats while you were in the pool, leaning your elbows on the brim “I know!” You lift yourself up, little did you know Imani was taking pictures of you, from behind of course, your ass the main course of the picture, everything about you was just so sexy, like you had a magnet on you that everybody needs to be attached to, but luckily that was Thomas. Did I mention it was a public pool? “Look at Jesus, he’s starring at you” everyone grabbed there black tinted sunglasses, making sure nobody could see yours and your friends eyes you looked. “Sexy” ray said, “nice and hairy, it’s time for a grown man y/n” Imani said, basically dissing Tom because it doesn’t look like he has any hair on his body ‘golden beauty’ as he’d call it.

“I don’t know, what if he’s like a hobo or something?” You said, coming up to Tye and laying down between his legs, resting your head on his pec. “Your right, he might be hairy in the business to” ray commented, making everyone laugh as Tye played with your hair. You smacked your lips as ray took out his phone “stoppp!” You said, knowing what he is doing to embarrass you, he made a boomerang of him zooming in on Jesus, but acting like he was recording himself. He labels it “JESUS?” and posted, making everyone else but you repost it on their story. “Y’all do to much” you sigh, rubbing your forehead.

“What the fuck is this? Jesus?” Tom said, sipping his beer. Looking at Harrison who is trying to hold on a laugh “you might have to fuck some since into her if ya know what I mean” a chuckle leaving his lips. “She isn’t fucking around, just leave her be” Harry rolled his eyes, all Tom was doing is looking at him phone, every, single, day. “You think she likes him? Or might have sex with him?” “You are literally so bloody annoying, what do you think?” Haz glares at him. “Well I don’t know! Fuck! She wouldn’t” Tom didn’t even wanna think about it, having another hand on your neck, hearing you moan someone else’s name, opening your legs for someone else.

“Might wanna check her profile” Harrison shrugs, Tom nods and checks it, clicking on your story and finding you say “hallelujah” while your laying on someone, a chest. You soon flip the camera “put your legs down!” You slap them, making whoever it is chuckle, you zoom in on Jesus and end up getting caught, your phone drops as the story ends.

“Your fucked” Harry laughed “shut up!” Tom said, throwing the bottle cap at him.

“No this didn’t happen, I don’t believe it” you hide in tyes chest while everyone laughs at you “stopppppp!” You whine.

You smiled as you got in your tight dress, orange and spaghetti strapped that shows a bit of your side boob, you wore thigh high black boots, your hair flat ironed again, inches inches inches, lace front, lace front, lace front, Self love yeah? You put on your dangle earrings, lipgloss eyelashes just lookin so pretty.

“You ready?” Ray asked, coming in with his loose oversized shirt and jean shorts, converse, he looked good of course but never over top, it isn’t his thing. Tye on the other hand came with a black loose unbuttoned loose shirt and black dress pants, a new pair a j’s wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

Imani didn’t like dressing up so she came with a yellow ripped crop top and black cargos with some combat boots everyone’s hair done.

No drinking and driving, you all had money of course and you were planning on just taking care of yourself, so when you got there you just went to the bar.

Of course a lot of eyes were on you, all races all genders, but you could care less. “One shot of-“ “a Shirley temple, get this fine young lady a Shirley temple” Tye said, “we don’t need you losing your mind in here, y/n” “whatever but yes please”

“Of course gorgeous” the waiter winked at you. “Ooo” Tye said making you slap his arm “where is Imani and ray?” You asked Tye, he only pointed at the dance floor, the shoes helping both of them dance better.

“You should dance” “you and I both know I look like I’m getting electrocuted” he laughed as you got your drink, taking the straw and sipping it. “Can’t we like get a table or something?” You asked, Tye nodding and asking you to step forward, a gentle hand behind your back trying to keep the drunkies away.

About an hour in is when Imani started to party “IMANIS A LESBIAN?” you shouted, only enough for you, ray, and the to hear as they eye her on the dance floor. “Aw shit, here we go again” “private story activated” Imani just making out with the girl non stop.

“Oh fuck- we need to save her!” You say, watching as they giggle and record her. “Let her have her fun, she will just wake up in another girls bed and be happy” “she looks like she has an std” “how?” “She’s way to pretty” you laugh at tye “AH- HAIR PULLING? OH MY” “BAHAHAHA” you all scream laughing, Imani must of pulled to tight because that lace came off, as Imani pulled away and looked at her her eyes got bigger, she slowly lifted the lace compared to her head, “oh my fuckin god she’s gonna do it” “no she isn’t” “yes, yes she is” she ran off.

The lace in the air as she disappeared like a magician “OH MY FUCKING GOD” Tye posted it, you instantly took out your phone, biting your lip and seeing the missed calls, but ignoring it and opening Instagram, finding tyes private story and posting the post on your own.

“That’s sad, I feel bad for the girl” ray said, holding in his laughs as he looked at the and started cracking up. “We should’ve saved her-“ you got caught by heavy breathing “what the hell happened?” “Sis, you drunk forreal” you only shook your head “yo hair is lookin mad frizzy, let’s go sneak somewhere” you say getting up. “Look at y/n, sober but crazy” “shut the fuck up” you leaded them into this little space where the hallway is, not supposed to be there but fuck it. You found an iron “let’s get you back on track” you say, plugging in the iron “girl no” “it’s going to help” “that is hella ghetto” “you hair is lookin hella ghetto” as it got done heating up she took out her phone “look at her” “I’m making your hair look good, the fuck you expect? Hermiones bag so I can pull out a flat iron?” You picked up the iron and took her hair making the part straight first before pressing down. “Why y’all laughing?” You say looking at Tye and ray giggling in the background “you hookin her up that’s- that’s a good friend” and just like that, POW, her lace was lookin fresh.

“Now that we are here should we take some pictures?” Tye asked, everyone nodding as you set up your phone against the wall, everyone posing, you squatting, ray laying across all of you infront, imanis tongue out and Tye throwing up the finger, it went on for a while so the laughs were covered by the bodyguard walking in. “ Oop” “RUN!” Ray yelled, how the hell is you finna run in heels? Ray the fastest, Tye behind, Imani after him and you trying not to roll your ankles. “Get back here!” You don’t even now how but you made it infront of everyone, leaving them eating your dirt as you went to the exit “HURRY UP!” you yell “WE ARE FUCKIN TRYING! HOW THE HELL YOU RUNNIN?” Tye yelled, you opened the door everyone running out and you know behind them, the big ass guard almost catching you but you locked and shut the door, giving blowjobs did give you some extra skills.

You all ran to the car, hot and sweaty “I GOT IT ON RECORDD” Imani yelled making you all laugh. “You a real dumbass” you said, ray starting the car as everyone’s breath was heavy. You pulled out your phone on live, a lot of people entering “bitch we made it out!” “Sure did!” You switched the phone to behind the camera revealing ray and Tye in the front seat. “It was a crazy ass night” “I’m ready to take a fat ass nap” Tye joked. “Shit forreal, my piggies is killin me” you say giving your phone to Imani as you took off your heels. “Hold up- look at this” she said, putting her phone under yours showing your fans all y’all runnin and the big ass bodyguard getting dusted.

You sighed as you laid on your bed, already missing the night and taking off your dress after posting the pictures, which had the bodyguard in the back.

Buzz buzz

You saw the caller ID and huffed, rolling your eyes and leaving you in only your panties.

“She still won’t answer” Tom sighed. “Well did you expect her to? She just ran away from a bloody bodyguard she might be tired” haz said making a point. Tom only nodded his head looking at your recent pictures from the past few days, big pearly whites everywhere, ass boobs everywhere, just you everywhere. “Fuck it, I’ve called her and called her, I’m going over” “go ahead we aren’t stopping you” Harry shrugged “it might just be the best option” Sam nodded.

You turned on Cartoon Network but adult swim was playing, Robot chicken which actually scared the shit out of you. You heard a knock on the door, you mentally screamed and got up, going to your door but covering your boobs before answering the door.

“How did you find me” “I guess you could say your friends miss us together” Tom simply said, now looking down at your figure “is someone in here?!” He asked, voice slightly raised. “No thomas, come in!” You snatch him by his arm, he steps in and you close the door, not holding your boobs anymore you go to your room.

He follows you in your room, watching you as you put almost shirt. “You looked good tonight” “you were watching me huh?” He only walked up behind you taking the back of your neck and bending you over on the bed , pressing his self on you and reaching over to whisper in your ear “I guess” he pressed kisses to your neck, soft delicate ones as the coldness of his ring digging in your colored skin.

“Thomas what do you want?” You ask, clearly annoyed. His movements stuttered as he just sat on the bed, you stood back up straight and put on your shirt to sit next to him. He looks at you then down at the hardwood floor “I miss you” “and that was your way of showing me? You miss me or my body?” “I miss all of it” you put your legs up to your chest. “Really?”

“Yeah” he nods, turning to you “can I?” He asked and you nodded, he pulled you into a hug. “I love you and I was worried about you honestly, I have no idea what happened to me that night, I guess I was trying to hide me being vunrable” he whispered, your head on his shoulder as he speaked to you.

“Well I was just hungry ya know” you chuckle, making him let out a distant laugh. “I-yeah, it was a good chocolate” “you ate it?” “Yes I did” you both laugh. “But I seriously want to apologize, I don’t own you and you don’t deserve to be treated that way, at all. I love you, y/n” he whispered, taking your hand and playing with your fingers.

“I love you too” you look at him and he smiles, kissing your forehead to your nose and down to your lips. “Can we-“ “I’m tired, can we just lay down?” “Of course darling”. He helped you get rid of your makeup and you both laced down, both of you only on your underwear and your tops exposed, skin to skin as you both just admired each other, taking in each other’s scent and pressing kisses randomly as the tv ran in the livingroom.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #JBwrites

[obsssions]

━♡ guess the 21 YEAR OLD JUNE baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because LEE JANGMI is just as EXTENDED as the month of JUNE. wait, why do they remind me of KIM JIWOO? beyond that, they seemed FAIR & APPRECIATIVE upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of MELODRAMATIC & DEFENSIVE though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX #2 / APARTMENT #0612 / FLOOR #4 ; SHE seems to have a lot going on with HER job as a ZOOKEEPER'S APPRENTICE.

hi hi hi everyone. i’m hyacinth & this little june baby goes by the name of jangmi. she is really just a few bad personality traits and needless animal facts stacked up on top of each other and wearing a trench coat. (◠﹏◠✿) i love her very much and hope you all do too ( but if you do not i understand~ she is not for everyone. dare i say, she is for NO ONE?! ) tw: death mention below the cut. please, stay safe.

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BIRTH NAME *   lee   jangmi.

NICKNAMES *     “  mimi.  ”  

BIRTHDAY *    june    12th  ,    1999.

GENDER *    cis female.

WESTERN ZODIAC SIGN *   gemini.

EASTERN ZODIAC SIGN *    tiger.

BLOOD TYPE *   ab.

HOMETOWN *   jeju  island  ,  jeju-do  ,   republic   of   korea.

FAMILY *      lee   minseok   (   father  /  bed  and  breakfast  owner  )  ,  lee   (   formerly park   )   hyejin   (   mother  /  unknown  )

SEXUAL ORIENTATION *    bisexual .

POSITIVE TRAITS *      playful     ,     endearing     ,     engaging     ,     fair     ,     &     appreciative .

NEGATIVE TRAITS *      melodramatic     ,     temperamental     ,     headstrong     ,     finicky     ,       &     defensive .

                  JANGMI grew up rather sheltered, she was the apple of her father’s eye. his only child, his best and brightest star. jangmi never knew her mother -- and her father wouldn’t speak much about her -- which caused a young jangmi to imagine that the woman lived a rather luxurious yet daring life. the girl pictured her mother as everything from a spy to a diplomat to a professor to an astronaut. wherever the girl’s interests lay, that’s where she could find her mother.

                  HOWEVER, as she grew taller and wiser with age, the questions she had about her missing mother only grew and grew. she feared asking her father outright, sure that the reason he never brought her up was due to the crushing way in which he missed her. jangmi figured it was like the sea, ever-present and unchanging. jangmi grew curious; she grew imaginative. the girl always had questions regarding anything and everything. 

                  THAT BEING SAID, she was an inquisitive child, always trying to better herself and outdo her best. she maintained good grades throughout school and tried her hardest to be friendly to everyone -- even when that came at the cost of others whispering about her behind her back, saying she was too quiet, too odd, too set in her own ways. so what if she didn’t have many friends? it had never bothered her before and it wouldn’t bother her now . . . or would it? the loneliness got to be a little much and, whenever that happened, jangmi’s mind would wander back to her mother. where was she? who was she? why isn’t she with me? these three questions -- in varying ways and phrasings -- were what kept her up at night. she needed to know, and she made it her mission to find out someday. pushing things off for future occasions became something of her forte, her bread and butter. jangmi’s problems were tomorrow’s headaches.

                  BUT TOMORROW ALWAYS CAME, didn’t it? sure enough, the sun always rose and she was always forced to face her problems head on ( although she did not want to. no, not at all. ) the girl knew it would be in her best interest to follow through, to seek out new horizons and do her best . . . but why did it require so much work? why did everything worthwhile in life cause her such stress and too many headaches? jangmi found herself working twice as hard to get half the reward as everyone else, but that was until she found her true calling.

                  ALL THAT HAD BEEN SAID about her not being the best at making friends was true. her conversational skills were nothing to write home about, and she liked to daydream her days and nights away. that didn’t mean that she was opposed to connection. no, quite the opposite, actually. jangmi craved closeness and intimacy; she wanted people to like her in the same way that she liked them so much it made her soul ache. however, she knew her limits. she knew that she wasn’t the most exciting or important or even entertaining person. it’s only so long that people will want to hear fun facts about television shows, after all. but jangmi found her calling and realized that it was calling her to get a little . . . wild.

                  SHE APPLIED FOR A JOB AT THE ZOO ON A WHIM, a late night whim -- the type that typically found her eating ramen in her room at 4 am while watching hours-long documentaries about some odd topic that she’d only been interested in for the past twenty minutes. jangmi almost didn’t answer the call to schedule an interview, out of fear that it was one of those scams where the person sounded like her father calling from jail. however, she did pick it up to find that it was the real director of the seoul grand park zoo, asking about her references and such. jangmi couldn’t believe her ears -- had she really gotten the job?

                  YES. yes, she had. all of those nights at school, where it felt like getting a biology degree was getting her nowhere paid off and she was spending her days cleaning up after the cheetahs and helping bathe the rhinos. making connections with people might have been difficult, but it was all too easy for jangmi to fall in love with the animals ( and feel like they were falling in love with her, too. ) she felt a strong bond with the sturdy elephants and how they were constantly being misunderstood. of course, they had little in common besides that, but it was enough to bring some joy into jangmi’s life. of course, with the new job meant a new city. it was goodbye to jeju and hello to seoul. never in a million, billion years could she have seen herself living it up in the big city, but here she was. she finds dallyeog through an ad in the paper and, upon seeing it for the first time, mimi felt an odd peace wash over her. perhaps this was where she was supposed to end up all along.

               OF COURSE certain things still haunted her. she’d never been this far from her father before, but he was likely very busy with the tourism season coming up and the renovations that were being done on the inn. however, she always kept coming back to her mother. what happened to her? it didn’t make sense to jangmi and she was tired of having so much in her life going right ( or seeming to be close to heading down that path ) when that -- that all important thing -- remained a mystery. so, she reaches out to her aunt, figuring that the woman will give it to her straight. aunt hyehoon never minced words and, while it bothered jangmi when she was younger, right now, she needed the sour truth more than she needed a sugar-coated lie.

                  ALAS, what she came to find out was nothing of the sort and, actually, terrifying.

                  ❝  I KILLED HER?   ❞

no wanted connections yet because that would require me to be a human being and not the animal crossing villager that i am............................. BUT please give her some friends / enemies / crushes / exes / social media besties / people she loves / people who hate her .................. you know, the usual plot types. honestly if you come to me and say “i think jangmi and my muse should try to make up their own language and be those irritating neighbors who are running around speaking their made up language” i will say “so true bestie let’s do it.” i am down for anything! replies might be slow because i have a long shift today BUT i see you all and i love you all! i do! not making that up haha!

I PROMISE I WILL BE LESS OF A MESS TOMORROW :OOOOOOOOOO

#dallyeog:intro #❛ * ･ﾟ ( 🍓 ) . . . 𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞. ── PINNED. #tw death mention

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➥ intro.

hi everyone! i’m bringing you ito fuyuko, the december baby and private detective! i’m currently still working on the pages as i wanted to have this muse up as quick as possible – so for now there’ll only be this intro, but i will update everyone once i got the pages up! i love plotting on here or discord, so just feel free to add me on there if you’d like!

please click the read more to get some info about dearest fuyuko. ♡

basics. 

name: ito fuyuko 伊藤 冬子 [ fun fact! fuyuko actually means winter child – very fitting since she is born in december! ] / korean name: dongja 동자.

age: 27 years old.

nationality: japanese.

date of birth: 2nd of december. 

western zodiac sign: sagittarius.

chinese zodiac sign: rooster.

representative month: december.

education: bachelor’s in criminology. 

current occupation: private detective. 

current location: dallyeog, complex 4, floor 4, apartment 2.

sexual orientation: homosexual. 

languages: japanese, korean, english, little bit of chinese.

relationship status: single. 

pets: ginger cat called takahiro / picked up from the street.

background.

fuyuko is originally from nagoya, japan. her parents are both working in the manufacturing industry, but are both close to retiring soon. the ito family, due to their hard-working nature, is rather well off and there are little worries about the future money-wise. 

early on, fuyuko liked picking up her mother’s crime novels, that the woman consumed en masse; fuyuko mostly fascinated by the ones with a female lead – rendering her with an idea for her future in her head.

however, there was one problem: even the slightest little cut on her finger would make her wince, the mere sight of blood ( real blood, that is. ) making her close her eyes, not able to take a look. 

that was a problem for her, as it slowly dawned on her that being a detective and being this squeamish would definitely not work out. it baffled her a little; there was no stopping her love for true crime in any case – she could read hours and hours about unsolved cases, the most cruel things, one documentary after another, but she knew that if she would experience that in person, it would hurt her in the long run.

still, as soon as she graduated high school, fuyuko enrolled into a bachelor’s in criminology, enjoying every single class she had to take, ending up with a pretty good degree. 

while in college, she picked up a few extra language courses, weighing her options of maybe exploring the world: korean, english and the tiniest bit of chinese. she knew that maybe working abroad would be a problem as getting into law enforcement as a foreigner wouldn’t be exactly easy. 

still, the thrill was there and fuyuko, even when she tried to push the thought aside, kept wondering what would be out there. at first, she only toyed with the idea, researching how her life in korea would be as a nobody. she wouldn’t know anyone, she would have to take her life into her own hands and actually try to survive. 

she wasn’t able to get rid of the temptation, and decided to pack up her things and move. her parents weren’t extremely happy about the fact, but if other people could do it, so why not her?

after she had found a nice apartment after staying in a hostel for about two weeks, fuyuko couldn’t have been happier – finally a place for herself and her new life. and !!! the day she moved in, she encountered sweet takahiro, a ginger cat roaming the alleys looking a bit hungry, deciding to keep him; together they could fight the loneliness.

at dallyeog.

the next problem fuyuko would encounter would be the question of a job. her idea definitely raised some brows at the employment exchange – but somehow it worked. maybe the paperwork gods were on her side that day. 

just like that, fuyuko was her own agency, her own boss. a private detective. it was the thought that had been rummaging through her head for a few months now, however she had never thought that it would become reality. 

now, just because it was written on paper, didn’t mean that it would work out. it took a few weeks and lots of calls – back and forth, discrete advertising and finally she got something, her first case !!! 

the first case: the woman seemed rather unbothered, however she still wanted to find out if her husband was cheating or not. she had mentioned lots of money being involved and her just knowing that the dearest husband was up to no good. fuyuko had no problem stalking the man, documenting his every step and providing the wife with more than enough information – after all, fuyuko had an endless amount of patience, her work was driving her and she just needed to find out the truth. and the pay was good. 

she now lives a bit more peacefully, knowing that her dreams had worked themselves out and that she has a rather stable income and a reason to stay. 

characteristics. 

fuyuko isn’t afraid of taking risks, however most of the time she is a rather calm person. in general, she has a positive view on things and is self-assured. 

she is candid and honest and will always prefer to be straight-forward with others even if her words could hurt the other’s feelings – so some might find her too blunt, some might think her honesty is a fresh breath of air. 

fuyuko has an independent soul and usually doesn’t like being told how to live: she knows what’s best for herself and will always do whatever she feels like doing. 

it is easy for her to read other’s emotions and body-language, often noticing if anything is off rather quickly.

what she can’t stand are selfish people and she doesn’t tolerate much bullshit as she can usually tell whenever she is getting herself into a useless / waste-of-time-type situation. 

it is rather fun to be around fuyuko as she can be spontaneous and will always try to cheer the other person up whenever she can. random dates and day trips are always on the list! 

she will always try to be there for her loved ones when they need her the most – she also doesn’t like to hold grudges and prefers to leave them in the past. 

sometimes she will get herself into trouble as she can be relentless and daring, often not caring in what kind of dangerous situation she is getting into. 

wanted connections.

guidance: the first friend fuyuko made when she came to dallyeog – someone who showed her around seoul and made her feel more comfortable. 

drinking buddies: someone who comes around after work and they just have a good old bottle of soju together while ranting about life and maybe gossiping about others !

new friends: someone she just met but they immediately clicked and now can’t stop hanging out with each other. 

a job: maybe your muse needs to find something out and fuyuko can definitely help them out – with a big friendship discount, of course. 

night drives: sitting around for hours in a car isn’t too strange for fuyuko, however having company while driving through the city at night while talking about anything and everything would be way better. 

the fall: maybe while trying to peek through a window or something, fuyuko falls and twists an ankle ( or worse ) and isn’t able to move around much. your muse volunteers to take care of her for the time being. 

romantic connections: don’t hold back ladies wink wonk... no i’m serious anything would be nice (??)

#dallyeog:intro #㊈ 𝖉𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 001. - intro. #this took way too long oml.......

[hercbled-moved]

                                                           MUSE DETAILS

ZODIAC: Sagittarius.  Sagittarius are part of the fire element and are known to be;

Honest / Tackless

Adventurous / Reckless

Optimistic / Naive

Independent / Unreliable

MBTI: ESFP-T   The Entertainer: 

The entertainer is considered to be fun LOVING && outgoing. They often seek an audience or some form of attention. They are people-oriented && feel LONELINESS deeply. Many ESFP types are thought of as likeable && friendly, quick to jump into action or to experience something new. They direct their energy outwards as opposed to inwards, this leaves them to sometimes bottle up negative feelings. They are down-to-earth, practical and live in the moment.

ENNEAGRAM: The Adventurer - 7

People with the Enneagram Type Seven personality tend to be enthusiastic, adventurous, and spontaneous. They are likely people-oriented and generally enjoy pursuing new relationships.

ALIGNMENT: Zack shifts from neutral good to chaotic good depending on the time && verse. [ Also if he's being enabled. ]  

COLOR: Sky blue, Mako blue, steel, grey, yellow. 

LOCATION(S): One bedroom apartment in sector 5 slums. Aerith's church. Gongaga. The playground in the sector 6 ruins. 

DRINK: iced tea, water, craft beers, 

SCENT: Soap, fresh linen, flowers, blood, steel, sword polish, hair mouse && styling wax, summer sunshine on fresh grass. 

WEATHER: Sunshine, snow, he prefers the warmth but he really enjoys the snow. After living in the undercity, he starts to really enjoy rain. 

SEASON: Summer, spring. 

SONG THAT DEFINES THEM:  Gone by RED //  Burn out by Imagine Dragons. // Journey by Natasha Blume. //  Found and lost by survive said the prophet.  //   PRICE OF FREEDOM.  [Zack's theme. ] by Takeharu Ishimoto    BONUS:    Why by Ayaka [ Cus really that goes hand in hand with the price of freedom when you think of Zack songs. ]

SONG THEY COULD LISTEN TO ON REPEAT:  hip hop de chocobo.

TOP FIVE SONGS ON THEIR PLAYLIST:  idk Zack ic doesn't have a playlist, maybe some of the battle tunes that you get on the Jukebox? BUT OOC songs that are on his playlist see above.

MOST READ BOOK(S):  He doesn't really read, he really hasn't had the time to sit and read, not since he was a child && back then it was a lot more fun to go out && explore nature than sit && read. 

GENRES: But if he had to, Zack would be a sucker for fairytales, maybe some adventure && some non-fiction too. 

EATING HABITS: While he's not the best at cooking, he's really not the worst. Zack can cook basic meals && tends to have a preference for home cooking / healthy cooking when given the chance. He's for sure got his favourite food truck in the sector slums though.  He likes savoury, not overly sweet && spicy flavours. [ Though he does like some sweet fruit. ] 

FOOD REGIONS: Japanese is what his momma cooks so. 

STYLE(S):  It's sports casual. He likes practical clothing that's also comfortable, but he's a little vain so it needs some added flair here && there. 

RELIGION: n/a

PET(S): NONE atm but considering adopting a dog / rescuing one of ShinRa's experimented guard dogs. 

HOBBIES: Exercising, dating / flirting [ Yo this counts. ] travelling, gardening [Not really.]  He really doesn't have a lot because he's never had much free time, all his time has somewhat been allotted for && now that he's free of ShinRa it's time for Zack to find himself, so maybe he will get some more?

GUILTY PLEASURE: Teasing his friends a little too much, getting involved in their business. 

RANDOM FACT:  The more of these things I write the more it's cemented in my mind that Zack really hasn't had much time throughout his life to just simply be. He doesn't know his own likes / wishes half as well as he should, && now that he's finally free from ShinRa, [ providing that Jenova stops trying to destroy the world. ] He may finally have a chance to spend some time learning what he wants / what he likes. 

tagged by the lovely: @murdcck​   thank yoooou <3 tagging:   @niopham​ @inanisvitae​ @7theaven​  @cryeterna​  @lavellanshe​  @seadaught​ @piraticalwit​  @fatethreaded​ @copiesofher​  @glovesup​ @glorywaited​ @halcyonias​   && YOU [ Cus I really wanna tag everyone. <3 ] 

#cw: long post #[HEADCANON.] — THE HOPE IN HIM DARES TO REIGNITE THE SUN #[SELF.] — HE SMILED && IT WAS LIKE THE SUN #dash games #[QUEUE.] — ZACK’S NOT HERE RIGHT NOW LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP

[vapcrwaves]

━♡ guess the 24 YEAR OLD JULY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because AOKI IMOJEN is just as BLAZING as the month of JULY. wait, why do they remind me of HIRAI MOMO? beyond that, they seemed SELF-RELIANT & BUOYANT upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of INSURGENT & RECKLESS though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 3 / APARTMENT # 2 / FLOOR # 2 ; they seem to have a lot going on with HER job as TATTOO ARTIST / BASSIST. 

bonjour , y’all !! my name’s jade ( she/her , twenty-one , gmt+8 ) !! and i’m super excited to meet and write with everyone !! this is my spunky kid , imojen , and i hope you’ll come to enjoy her as much as i did writing everything about her :D if you wanna plot , do not fret because i’ll be dropping in everyone’s IMs hehe , but if you prefer to plot over at discord , don’t hesitate to tell me !! <3 

*   𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊   ╱  ʙᴀꜱɪᴄꜱ   .

name  :  aoki imojen  nicknames  :  yoki , jen . age  :  twenty - four . birthday  :  july 27 , 1996 . zodiac  :  leo sun , aquarius moon , sagittarius rising . place of birth  :  tokyo , japan . currently living  :  seoul , south korea . occupation  :  tattoo artist , bassist . pronouns  :  she / her . orientation  :  bisexual biromantic . ethnicity  :  japanese .  spoken languages  :   japanese , korean , english .  character insp.  :  kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you , bridget vreeland from sisterhood of traveling pants , effy stonem from skins uk , young carol rhodes from gossip girl tv series , rhonda smith , mia’s backstory from if i stay . label  /  tropes  :  hoyden , icarian , insurgent , reveller , the rebellious spirit . pinterest  :  here .  aesthetics  :   scared of commitment , but has 7 tattoos. a habit of endlessly lighting a lighter. platform boots to boost your height. but then again, sneakers for comfort while running from the cops. forgetting to discard empty cigarette packets from your bomber jacket. spilling your fifth espresso onto your drawings and designs , maybe it’s time to sleep. a frightening look on your face which millennials like to call a resting bitch face. the heat ruining your collection of leather jackets. finding comfort in your friends who seem to understand your mood swings. having a pet cat who’s as feisty as you. spontaneous adventures live inside your head and your friends fall victim to those ideas. liking the rays of the sun more than the moon despite being a night owl. oversleeps anyway. trimming your bangs yourself because you couldn’t be bothered to go to the salon. overcooking your sunny side up eggs. sleeping to forget problems. drinking to forget problems. epitome of a ride or die. 

*  𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗    ╱  ᴘᴀꜱᴛ   .

aoki imojen was born to understand what it was to live a life with no structure. her father was part of a rising band in the 90s, toured all over small venues in japan that they slowly rose to a known local name, and imojen has seen all the chaos unfold from backstage in the arms of her mom. however, slowly transitioning into the year of 2000s, the economy was still struggling from the lost decade and the income from touring never sufficed for a growing family. imojen’s father was forced to leave the music scene with the help of her mother’s influence: “it’s time to be serious”; and work multiple jobs in order to fully provide for his first child and the another growing one inside his wife’s womb. 

growing up, imojen’s no stranger to music and her father loved to introduce rock music and bands to imojen’s upbringing. she adored b’z and the gazette, and it leaves no doubt that imojen’s father had been her greatest influence in life. as she grew older, not only did they share identical music preferences and influences, but imojen’s learned to play various instruments— the bass being her favorite. imojen’s also stemmed from that infamous reckless behavior his father’s known for back in the day, and when the teenage years came, so did the impetuous reputation begin. 

imojen and her mother aren’t exactly as close as she was with her father. in fact, their relationship was a toe out of the civil line. it got worse when imojen started to focus on the band she created with friends instead of school and late night practices turned to never returning home for a few days and having the audacity to blatantly lie when asked where she was when asked. it’s hard not to blame her mother when she assumed things for the worst. imojen’s gone quite defiant especially when she discovered that her and her father’s relationship had began to run askew. imojen blames her mother’s interference with her father’s music career as much as her father did, she loved him so much that she was completely blindsided to always take his side. and when the divorce papers came and went, imojen chose her father as she always would. 

her father got a job as a musician locally and eventually overseas, however, money didn’t come by so fast and easy initially. instead of going to university, imojen invested in learning the arts in tattoo design and worked as a tattoo artist to help with the bills. the pair finally thought to settle in korea when imojen’s father got a permanent job. and at this time, imojen has decided to try pursue a career as a musician as well, hoping that the thrill in her early band days are still well stored in her system. 

*  𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗    ╱  ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ   .

imojen can never be satisfied of living in the same area for so long, or at least under the roof with the watchful eye of her father. work’s payed well and imojen decided to move out and get an apartment of her own. hence, she found dallyeog, parties almost every single day, drags everyone into spontaneous adventures, comes home terribly drunk and wakes up with a huge hangover—well, still pretty normal. aside from the norm, imojen working at the tattoo parlor and taking gigs at bars as a bassist, imojen’s investing in writing music as well. she hopes one day to finally finish at least one song she’s been procrastinating for far too long and convince her father to make them a rock duo instead, but a band of her own would fantastic too.  

*  𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗    ╱  ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ   .

imojen looks quite mean at first glance, and it doesn’t help that she’s indifferent towards anyone who isn’t part of already her friend. she doesn’t hate, hate is such a strong word, she simply doesn’t have the attention span for people that don’t interest her or she doesn’t know fully well to enjoy a conversation with.

honestly has the gina linetti energy “how was i supposed to know there’d be consequences for my actions” as she literally does anything she wants before her brain can even weigh the pros and cons to it.

imojen enjoys taking risks despite the relaxed attitude and seemingly nonchalant view in life. it might be a surprise to learn that she’s quite ambitious, but underneath, she does aim for the highs (both meanings) in life, except there isn’t exactly a time frame for those and would much rather pursue them steadily. 

everyone can depend on imojen to have a good time, or if someone needed a friend to vent to, she can surprisingly be all ears, but never follow her words of advice. she does mean well, it’s just that she doesn’t know what she’s saying half the time and is quite reckless,, like ask her to pick between two choices and she’ll advice you to take the riskier one bc “it’s fun don’t be a prude”.

she is more sympathetic than she let on. imojen’s not very vocal especially with her emotions and on what she exactly feels about other people’s situation. serious conversations? catch her yeet away from those. they render her uncomfortable, most especially if it is about her. however, seeing her friends gloomy doesn’t sit right with her that she does anything to make them crack a smile. 

believes that people should be left to roam free and that authority is useless and ruins the fun— hence why she’d always be caught defying them. yes, she uses her brain, but acts more towards intuition and what she felt like doing that day. so yes, she might loves setting her life on the line.

*   𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗   ╱  ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ .

plastic hearts   ╱   someone whom imojen shares a passion for music with. the both of you are like peas in a pod as you both are in the same wavelengths as each other. they may not have the same types of music, but open enough to share a plethora of music playlists.

angels like you   ╱   the typical bad-good influence trope wherein imojen’s reckless behavior and liberated thoughts on legalities have gotten your muse in various dangerous but fun adventures. on a flip, your muse may be the reason why imojen’s woken up at 8 in the morning, bright, well, and not hungover.

prisoner   ╱   an angsty and toxic relationship that imojen could not get enough of. everyone sees this partnership (romantic or platonic) of destructive nature, both of you may or may not know, but regardless it can never be broke off no matter how hard both try. 

gimme what i want   ╱   the typical fwb relationship, we can add spice to it, but on the base that’s the idea. 

night crawling   ╱   imojen’s ride or die, the person she would instantly run to for an adventure, midnight strolls, alcohol escapades, and vandalism. but as things you both do burst into haywire, you’re both aren’t afraid to be open to each other too and spill secrets or bodies hidden in the closet. 

midnight sky   ╱   perhaps a new acquaintance?? friend?? that doesn’t exactly have a first good impression of imojen?? maybe vomited on your muse the first time they met, or jen was really mean for no reason under the influence of alcohol?? she’s chaotic so perhaps it wasn’t a good first meeting. 

bad karma   ╱   imojen hasn’t been exactly an angel all her life, and perhaps karma has run around to bite her in her ass. your muse might’ve been somebody who hurt imojen; either a terrible break up or severing trust, let’s explore :D 

golden g string    ╱   a band :D maybe nothing too serious, just a group of pals playing and making music together :D  or maybe the group's been playing gigs for awhile now and wants to head into the big leagues :D

honestly im so down with anything so !!!!!!

#[ PINNED POST ] #dallyeog:intro #this has gotten too long SORRYsdfsdf #but thanks for reading <3

[crimsondelphi]

( tristin mays, 27, cis female, she/her/hers, april 13th ) Was that DELPHINE DESCHAMPS ? I heard a rumor they work for the FAUST family, but who knows for sure ? They can be a bit RESENTFUL & DESTRUCTIVE, but I also heard they can be RESOURCEFUL & VENTURSOME. You’ll usually find them at THE DEN in their spare time, when they’re not being the OWNER OF TONY’S GUNS & SPORTING GOODS/CARCANOS. You may want to keep an eye on that one !

guess who’s back? back again? it’s me! baz! and i’m so sorry lmfao. delphi is a brand spankin’ new muse, so bear with while i flesh her out! and i could ramble for days, so i’m going to try to not do that and just hit y’all with the facts so !!! here we goooooo!

pinterest. stats. someday a wanted connections page will be up, but today is not that day.

quick facts

full name: delphine odette deschamps. nicknames: del or delphi. anything else gets you shot. hometown: new orleans, louisiana. family: raimond & celeste deschamps - deceased, paternal uncle - deceased, an unknown half sibling - living. zodiac: aries sun, capricorn moon, sagittarius rising.  sexuality: pansexual. education: community college in new york - unfinished associates in arts. two year tattoo artist apprenticeship completed. 

that good ish ( death/murder mention tw, general spooky tw, violence tw, guns/weapons tw. )

born and raised in new orleans, delphine was raised on bourbon street. her father was a jazz musician and her mother owned and ran a voodoo shop.

her mother actively practiced voodoo while she was growing up, but stopped shortly after her parents’ deaths.

because of their unique lifestyles, del was the definition of street rat. she was well known within the community and almost every shop keeper and street musician kept an eye on her for her parents. she was v much raised by the community and she loved it. 

despite the turn her life would later take, delphine has only happy memories of her childhood. her parents, unconventional as they were, filled her life with nothing but love and adventure. 

( death/murder tw ) at the age of 13, both of delphine’s parents were killed on their way home from one of her father’s gigs.

it was later discovered that he’d developed a gambling addiction and it’s assumed that they were targeted for that reason. the case has never officially been closed and is considered a cold case. 

after the death’s of her parents, del became a ward of the state and bounced from foster home to foster home until her only blood relative was found.

( violence & gun/weapon tw ) a paternal uncle in new york that delphine had only met a handful of times was now her full time guardian and oh boY. 

shady was this man’s middle name. he owned a furniture company that operated as a front for his arms dealing operation. 

also v openly violent - got into a lot of fights and hid exactly none of it from delphine. 

not shockingly, mans had zero clue how to raise a teenager so kid gloves were nonexistent and a v impressionable and grieving delphine was thrust into a life of violence and crime that quickly became her new normal. 

del had always been smart and, because her uncle wasn’t super stellar at the healthy parenting thing, she quickly picked up on the family business and anything and everything involving firearms and weapons. 

ofc this meant her uncle was thrilled ( bc he’d be able to use her ) and that positive reinforcement was all she needed to dive head first into anything she thought would earn her that same positive reinforcement.

spoiler alert: none of those things were good. all bad. v bad. but delphine is a pro at figuring out what people want/expect from her and using it to her advantage. aka living with her uncle brought out literally the worst side of her and amplified it.

as soon as delphine was old enough to legally start working for the furniture store, she did. that meant she also got a closer look at the arms dealing her uncle was doing. by the time she graduated high school, delphi was her uncle’s right hand in the family business - helping him make major decisions and aiding in making new and more lucrative deals.

delphine did enroll in a local community college, where she studied art history for about a year before dropping out. during that time, she also started apprenticing at a local tattoo shop, mostly for fun and a way to take a break from the violence and guns of it all. even after she dropped out of college, del continued and finished her apprenticeship, continuing to tattoo part time until she moved to chicago.

( death/violence tw ) during a gun trade gone bad, delphine’s uncle was killed. to say she was devastated was an unbelievable understatement. as toxic as their relationship may have been, her uncle was the last of her biological family that delphine had. losing him felt like a finality she wasn’t ready to accept and, honestly, probably never really has.

it was 6 months before delphine was back to normal and, in that time, her uncle’s arms business had descended into chaos. as much as she dreaded staying in new york a second longer than she needed to, delphine couldn’t let that be her uncle’s legacy. so, del stuck around long enough to get the business back up and running with more competent and willing people running it. 

it was during that time that she encountered the faust family. after that, she learned everything she could about the family and their operations running out of chicago. at that point, her mind was made up.

as soon as she was able, delphine packed her meager belongings and moved to chicago with the intentions of joining the fausts. 

for the past two-ish years, delphine has worked her ass off to get to where she is now and she is thriving. dysfunctional as they may be, del considers the fausts her family, despite her gruff, prickly demeanor. she’s putting down roots, hopefully for the last time, but it is chicago, so who knows.

personality

okay okay, so del is 100% grumpy cat ( rip ). the rbf is strong and she takes exactly zero shit from anyone ( unless you’re her boss. she’s a v selective people pleaser? don’t ask me, i just work here ). she’s sarcastic and rude and generally an asshole even if she does like you. the only difference between how she treats people she likes and people she doesn’t is she threatens the people she likes with violence slightly less frequently.

possible connections

lord help us all - i’m the worst as these but !!! 

all the faust connections. pls and thank. bonus points if you get her even a little squishy. idk if it’s possible but let’s try. it’ll be a fun game.

employees at tony’s, pls and thank.

sparring buds! pls let her kick someone’s ass the reg. she needs to let out her aggression.

den buddies! has she been betting on fights? mayhaps. gimmie some friendly ( can she do friendly idk we’ll find out ) rivalry.

past hook-ups/flings. del is not someone who does serious, so she’s probably got a string of one night stands and fwbs all over the place. she’s a unabashed hoe and she ain’t sorry.

uuuuhhh, and literally anything else??? i’m open to absolutely everything always, so pls don’t be afraid to chuck any and all ideas my way!

#crimson.intro #ayyy! kid 1 of 2 down #this is long and rambly and honestly if you read it all the way through i'm so??? sorry??? #violence tw #death tw #murder tw #guns tw #weapons tw #all mentions but we cover our bases in this house #also....someday i'll format this but #today is yet again not that day

[danganronpa-ea]

Chapter 2 Blacken Free Time Events

So counting this is spoiler and if you haven’t read chapter 2, then please do ready them before you continue on this, this is a warning!

A world where those that didn’t make it or just couldn’t survive the cruel world get a chance here, A world where things are right… A world where death never happen.

 I had sat down and saw the other button which well… was for Ohta-san but I wasn’t sure if I could speak with her at all since she likely would hate me but then a sigh came as I press which then Ohta-san appear which she gave me a strange look.

 “Ah, so… you call me I take it…” She stated which I blinked. “Huh, wait hold on you… aren’t going to yell at me or try to kill me?” I asked as I look around which then the blue hair astrologist shook her head. “Well for me I don’t hold much against you, if anything my hatred goes towards both Kimura’s and Esumi, so even then… I don’t hold you as responsible since you wish to figure who killed and trying to protect the others.” She stated which surprise me.

 I figure she would hate me too but I guess we should start then…

 Ohta Hoshiko’s Free Time Events

 As then me and Ohta-san began to speak for a moment, as it seems she spoke about quite a few things even guess how my birth sign was going to be and even facts about it that I didn’t even know at all which is interesting…

 Looks like me and Ohta-san grew closer which I’m happy about!

 As then I reach into my pocket and pulled out what look to be a papers with a note which then I gave it to her. “Huh? You wish to give this to me… I suppose I’ll take it.” She stated as she grab it without thanking me but… she seem to like it.

 “So a curious question for you, Okamoto but counting you’re a gemini, you… do share some traits with geminis I tend to notice.” She commented which I blinked. “Oh, I do? Well what are those?” I asked as then she tilted her head to the side as she explained. “From what I’ve seen with geminis – they tend to be adaptable to anything no matter the scene changing, able to learn quickly and overall are curious about things which I do notice that when you speak with others…” She brought up which I was a bit surprise she was able to pick that up.

 I couldn’t but think over what she say. “Huh, that’s pretty observant of you to notice those traits, how do you do that…?” I asked as she look around. “Well, I just… tend to pick up on traits that remind me of horoscopes and how their personalities line up but I don’t interact with people much so I guess you could say I’m more of someone that watches people then really interact with them.” She speaks as she goes quiet as I frown for a moment.

 “So… are you shy?” I asked which she scowled. “Clearly not, I can speak with people just fine but just forming relationships for me is an odd concept that I can’t figure people out… like that Kimura, I… still don’t understand why she wishes to be my friend.” She admitted which I was a bit confused.

 “Well, maybe she thought you were lonely and needed a friend? I think that could be why…” I told her which she had a look of confusion. “Your… quite odd, but I guess with your talents you can make friends with people easily, but toss from foster home to foster home can be difficult to maintain relationships…” She muttered which I was surprise to learn this.

 Ohta-san was in foster homes before then… what happen to her parents then?

 Ohta Hoshiko, Ultimate Astrologist FTE – 2/5

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 It was then we decided to continue talking since time did not matter in dreams, correct?

 As then me and Ohta-san began to speak for a moment, as it seems she spoke about quite a few things even guess how my birth sign was going to be and even facts about it that I didn’t even know at all which is interesting…

 Looks like me and Ohta-san grew closer which I’m happy about!

 As then I reach into my pocket and took out what look to be a telescope of some kind which I notice they give off this ‘starry’ affect that kids might enjoy as then I gave it to Ohta-san who seem curious. “Most interesting item you, I feel like you wish to give this to me…” She say as taking it without thanking me but she seem to like it.

 As the other comment she made about her being toss from foster home to foster home was something I was curious about I decided to ask. “So then, Ohta-san you mention that you were in a foster home before, so I was wondering…” “How I got to be in one?” She asked the question I was going to asked which shock me but I nodded as then she continues.

 “Well, I got brought into due to both my parents having committed suicide due to a scandal of sorts, seeing as my grandparents had passed away before I was born and neither my parents were very close to relatives of any kind, it resulted in me being sent to an orphanage which well… you know how they are.” She explained which I went quiet – I have heard stories about them and how children aren’t treated that well which I gave a nod. “Well yes, I do know of it and I’m sorry it happen but did you ever find a family at all?” I asked a bit curious of this.

 However it seems that Ohta-san sadly shook her head to the question. “Never could, no parent would want a child related to a scandal and even the households I was in had problems but I guess with the unfortunate hand; ranging from alcohol consumption, gaslighting, all forms of abuse… even psychological, at times that it has led me to see all types of people and relationships.” She explained which I went pale from what she had describe which might be why she felt everyone being friendly with her is weird and strange to her.

 “But even then, not all people are like those, if anything you seem to have a bad hand with some of these homes and I’m sure the people here aren’t bad.” I told her which the girl gave me a strange look. “You think so? I’m not sure about that because… it actually was how I gain my talent.” She told me which I was surprise by this.

 Ohta-san… gain her talent from being toss from foster home to foster home which… got me curious.

 Ohta Hoshiko, Ultimate Astrologist FTE – 3/5

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 It was then we decided to continue talking since time did not matter in dreams, correct?

 As then me and Ohta-san began to speak for a moment, as it seems she spoke about quite a few things even guess how my birth sign was going to be and even facts about it that I didn’t even know at all which is interesting…

 Looks like me and Ohta-san grew closer which I’m happy about!

 As then I reach into my pocket and pulled out a bag that had cookies and sweets that I decided to hand to her. “What an odd item you gave me, I’ll gladly take it…” She stated as she taken the item which then she went quiet. “So you mention you gain your talent from being sent from foster home to foster homes, how was that possible?” I asked as surprise by this as then she look to the ground.

 “Well, I guess where it started was during a trip at my old high school, the thing is… we went on this trip which let’s you see space and stars, which I had fun observing of course…” She stated which I thought over what that was.

 A place that lets you see the stars and space, something that your just observing; what could that be…

 -Museum

- Biodome

> Planetarium

 As then one place came to mind. “I have heard of Planetariums, are you referring to those?” I asked which she nodded. “Yes, I was talking about this which when I was there I… even learn about the Zodiacs and Astrology which when on this trip, I saw a couple argue.” She stated as she thought it over.

 “Now I was use to my foster parents arguing quite a bit so I was use to it but I think on that day I was rather enjoying my time at the Planetarium that the couple annoyed me so… I went up to them and told them to argue somewhere else which then led to a strange question from the couple.” She paused which I grown curious.

 I mean if this was how she gain her talent I couldn’t help but wonder what she did. “about birth signs, astrology since they notice I was looking at that section quite a lot which after reading the traits and counting I can observe people; I figure the 2 were not a match since the traits they had along with there birth signs being the worse they broke it off.” She stated which I guess from her watching people could be how she pin pointed it as then she cross her arms.

 “I think a couple months later; I saw one of them again which she look to recognize me and thanked me.” She stated which I was a bit surprise by this. “She thanked you?” “Yes, it seems that after a while she found a new partner and seem much happier in that relationship, she even say she would have been close to killing her former boyfriend if I didn’t step in and I should become an astrologist or some relationship councillor which… was weird to me and how it all started since I didn’t know I had a talent in it.” She brought up as she shook her head.

 From the sounds of it, it seems Ohta-san could never understand relationships or even figure them out herself but seems to have a good idea how a relationship would go by just observing them which she sighed.

 “I mean, I never really understood relationships – let alone love, but somehow I was able to help the 2.” She commented which I laughed a bit. “Well from what I’m seeing, maybe you just know how people act and can predict the outcome?” I asked which she glare at me. “I better hope not you aren’t going to compare it to fortune telling…” She stated which I should my head. “No – you just have a good idea what relationship people have and how they work which I think might be why you can exactly predict how they work; even if you aren’t in a relationship yourself, I think with your observations you just know that some relationships aren’t built to last…” She stated which she looks surprise.

 She held her hands together as looking to the side. “Okamoto, you… have a strange way of saying things. Which I guess you aren’t wrong… I need to think this over so excuse me.” She stated as taking her leave.

 I guess what I told her did surprise her but she seem that she never considers that.

 Ohta Hoshiko, Ultimate Astrologist FTE – 4/5

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 It was then we decided to continue talking since time did not matter in dreams, correct?

 As then me and Ohta-san began to speak for a moment, as it seems she spoke about quite a few things even guess how my birth sign was going to be and even facts about it that I didn’t even know at all which is interesting…

 Looks like me and Ohta-san grew closer which I’m happy about!

 As then I reach into my pocket and took out what look to be something to clean glasses with which as then I gave it to her. “Oh, I… actually needed this so thank you very much.” She thanked me with a smile as then she put them away which she cross her arms.

 “I… thought over what you say and, I guess I figure out something…” She stated as she smiled a bit which was rare. “Oh, you did now?” I asked which she nodded. “Indeed, as you think that despite how bad my upbringing is – I should take pride in my talents and even see me helping relationships as a good thing.” She stated which I nodded.

 I was honestly surprise she was able to figure that out pretty quickly as then she spoke. “Even if relationships are still strange and even love is stranger, I could use this knowledge I have to form friendships with others and see company as a good thing, correct?” She asked which I also gave a nod.

 I guess counting how she seems to tell I feel she could try and befriend the others and maybe this could help with her issues. “I feel in a way… you made me understand what the importance of having friends are and… I think being friends with you might be why.” She commented as she continue.

 “Even if relationships are hard to obtain and even some where you might have arguments – it’s always important to have them in your lives; it’s healthy and good to argue sometimes and even sometimes to see things from a wider perspective which I always saw the worse in things but this talent of mine… might help people.”

 She spoke as she smiled, I think that she started to realize that friendship and even bonds can bring people closer which was something I couldn’t but be happy for her which something tells me… I feel me and Ohta-san form a pretty solid bond that I think overtime we can work on becoming friends.

 Ohta Hoshiko, Ultimate Astrologist FTE – 4/5

 Congrats you have finish up all Free time events with Ohta Hoshiko; give yourself a pat on the back!

 After that me and Ohta-san started talking a bit more and even got to learn about things that about each other and even she was able to predict how my relationships would be or even what type of people would be attracted to me – I even started to talk about things that weren’t related to my talent at all.

 But as I know, as she disappear I sighed… I know that Ohta-san could never get that lesson or even figure out relationships due to her upbringing and maybe if things were different we could try to help her with that issue…

 As then I got up and took my leave which Hamoponi notice right away.

 “So leaving I take it? Very well, see you next time then…” He say his goodbye as taking my leave since I knew I had to wake up…

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