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[giuliadesu]

you are 25 when you hug 'tsumu for the first time.

...& THEN?

it was almost time. your apartment was a complete mess: two big suitcases laid open on the floor of your living room, while a backpack had been sitting on the cushions of your couch for the last couple of days. in the bedroom and in the kitchen there were boxes ready to be filled with the belongings you’d decided to bring along with you.

in a few days you would finally leave your country for good, a one-way ticket for japan bought months in advance. it felt incredibly liberating: the country of your dreams, where you unwittingly found a family and where you’d hopefully spend the rest of your life was waiting for you.

on the small console table near the front door sat all your documents: passport, approved visa, papers needed to start the process of obtaining citizenship, the last two paychecks and the note from the bank — last but not least the plane ticket. surreal. that was one word that could describe the hectic chaos of emotions swarming both your heart and head.

the owner of the small bookshop where you’d worked in the last five years (a lovely korean lady in her sixties) agreed to take your plants and to see you off at the airport on the day of your departure. looking around, all the green friends you’d seen grow in the last few years were bundled together, ready to meet their new home. a small smile graced your lips, happy to know they would’ve been well cared for and you’d receive regular updates on their growth.

then you still had to say goodbye to the owner of the apartment, who lived just next door; after that, all the tasks that still bound you to the city would be completed, setting you free to begin your new life.

YOUR LOCATION, 04:15

it was early, way too early for your likings. groaning, you stretched under the sheets, the tank top riding a bit over your ribcage. your hand tentatively moved over the duvet searching for your phone so to turn off the alarm. a few notifications arrived during your short slumber: a few messages from atsumu (who had absolutely no idea of the fact that today was the day), one from osamu, while the last one was from the wallet app, letting you know that your digital ticket was now available.

you chose a comfortable fit for the long journey — black leggings, ‘tsumu’s shirt and sweatshirt, the most comfortable pair on nike you owned. everything was ready; the bookstore owner would send your boxes over once you’d found a more permanent solution compared to an airbnb, while the two black suitcases were finally closed and next to the door. touring the various rooms one last time, you made sure to have taken everything with you.

several hours later, you were flying over vast mountainous regions, the plane directed towards incheon airport, where you would have to spend about an hour before the last leg of your journey.

a small yet sincere smile graced your lips when the hostess announced it was almost time for landing. you knew exactly what you would’ve done just a few minutes prior to boarding on the japan airlines airbus a350 — there was a certain someone you just had to call.

bubbling with adrenaline, you made your way towards the gate and opted to stay standing in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the runway. was this the same adrenaline atsumu and the others felt before a match? the feeling of being invincible and ready to do anything?

taking a deep breath, you went over to the setter’s contact info. you felt giddy inside thinking that now you were in the same timezone, for the first time in five years. it was almost 11 pm, you called.

“hey bubs, what’s up?”

“hi ‘tsumu, are you still at practice?”

“yeah, but now we’re having a short break. although you know i’d drop anything for you.”

shameless flirt, you thought to yourself, smiling widely at this point.

“well, i have a little something to tell you: currently, i’m at incheon airport. in a few minutes i’ll board a flight that will bring me to kansai international airport-”

“what?!”

ŌSAKA, 01:40

exactly one hour and forty minutes later, you were at the baggage claim. as expected of japanese punctuality, your two very black and very big suitcases were delivered on time, so in just ten minutes you were making your way over to exit the claim area of the airport.

you had no plans, apart from reaching the bnb you booked. you didn’t know if the small bomb you dropped to atsumu earlier on would have made him magically appear in front of you, for one of those incredibly cliché airport reunions that were so popular in dramas. right now you were just too tired to think further, the almost seventeen hours of flight weighing on you. slowly, you tried to navigate through the sea of people that, just like you, wanted to leave the area to reach a place of rest. but, you underestimated how big kix would be; despite being incredibly well designed, it was not exactly easy on the brain of someone who was that tired. for a split second you thought about asking osamu to come pick you up, but the idea quickly left your mind as fast as it came — he was surely tired after a long day at onigiri miya.

you stopped in a little less crowded area, trying to collect your thoughts and figure out the best route to reach your bnb.

atsumu had never run so fast in his entire life. the moment you ended the call, he dropped everything at the gym, shouting half an explanation to his team before grabbing his sweatshirt and sprinting out of the stadium, catching the first available taxi and finally making his way to the airport.

despite being this late, there were still so many people crowding the area. how the hell was he supposed to find you? running a hand through his messy blond locks, he tried to follow a logical line of thought: first, you must’ve gone through the customs to get your visa approved, then surely you went to the baggage claim; his eyes frantically scanned the huge display, looking for the latest plane inbound from seoul. gate 41. of course it had to be the farthest one from the main entrance!

his instinct told him to go towards the columns where the vending machines were located. sure enough, you were there. with his clothes on. your backpack was sitting nicely on top of your suitcase, open as you rummaged through its contents.

atsumu smiled as he made his way behind you, his cheeks hurting from the emphasis of the movement. as he got closer, he could breathe in your perfume and the fragrance of your shampoo. seeing his surname plastered across your back did inimaginable things to his heart, adrenaline shooting through his veins at a thousands miles per second. then, quickly yet gently, he brought his hands to cover your pretty eyes, your back now flush against his sturdy chest — the 32 centimetres of height difference even more evident.

“hey bubs, welcome home.”

it all happened in a fraction of a second: you tensed, then quickly spun around to bury your face in his chest, while hugging him tightly.

“‘tsumu! what are you doing here? you’re supposed to be at practice now!”

“do you really think i could’ve stayed there knowing you were here? very funny, bubs.”

after staying in silence wrapped around one another for a few more minutes, you moved your arms to sneak around his neck; in the meantime, his hands went to grab you in the space between your buttocks and the posterior part of your thighs, hoisting you up. immediately, your legs went around his waist.

now that you were eye level, you both had a dashing, lovestruck smile adorning your features. you cupped his cheeks and booped his nose with your own. your thumbs were slowly caressing the apples of his cheeks, never breaking eye contact.

then, a small whisper, as if his hold on you could disappear just like in a dream.

“hi, i’m home.”

a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“hi, welcome home.”

ŌSAKA, 03:00

atsumu insisted on having you at home with him. his hand never left you: while going to the taxi, with one he was carrying half of your luggage, the other was intertwined with yours; during the ride, you were nestled in his side while his fingers gently moved up and down your arm.

despite the very late hour, neither of you was tired — there were simply so many things you wanted to do now that you were finally sharing the same space. without thinking twice, atsumu carried your things to his bedroom, setting them nicely near his wardrobe for you to unpack the next day.

“hungry, bubs? wanna  something to eat?”

when you happily nodded, he smiled brightly and ruffled your hair. then, he opened one drawer and pulled out a neatly folded shirt and handed it to you.

“go have a shower or a bath, whatever you fancy; i’ll fix you something in the meanwhile, yeah?”

“you’re the best, ‘tsumu, thank you!”

the sweet kiss you planted on his cheek (terribly close to his right snakebite) was all he needed before going to the main area of the house, where both the kitchen and the living+dining area sat in an open space. as he was about to leave the room, he turned back to you.

“feel free to leave all your things around, both in the bathroom and around the house!” 

now alone in his room, you sat on the floor. was it all real? or were you stuck in a wonderful dream? in case of the latter, then you had no intention of waking up. coexisting with atsumu in his space with him felt so natural and spontaneous, as if you’d always lived together. deep inside, you were squealing like a little child.

“okay, i need to stop. time for a shower!”

you rummaged a bit in your suitcase to fetch a pair of shorts to wear under the shirt and your toiletries. the warm water rolling over your body relaxed your muscles, tense from all the hours you spent crammed in a plane. also, the branches of eucalyptus that the setter kept in the wetroom gave off such a pleasant fragrance that did wonders to soothe the beginning of your headache.

clad in the way too big shirt and a towel around your neck to prevent your wet hair from dripping water everywhere, you made your way over to the kitchen. you stood for a bit in the doorframe, admiring the view: atsumu was in front of the stove, where a pot of water was boiling, and several ingredients sat on the countertop. he had ditched the sweatshirt as soon as you got home, so you could see the muscles in his arms flex for any single movement. with a small smile gracing your lips, you made your way over; once close enough, your right hand went over his back to rest right between his shoulder blades.

“that doesn’t look like a quick snack, mind if i help you?”

“oh no no no. you sit on the counter and look pretty.”

with that, atsumu wiped his hands on a towel, before picking you up by the waist and gently sitting you on the surface right next to him. effortlessly. the setter resumed his ministrations: chopping the scallion and the mushrooms, while the lotus root was simmering before being stir fried with the tofu. after having drained the noodles, he put them in another pot where coconut milk was simmering with some soy sauce; once the other ingredients finished their trip in the pan, they joined the noodles in the pot. a few more minutes and a big, steaming cup of vegetarian ramen was on the counter.

with the bowl in hand, atsumu came towards you, stopping between your legs. his right hand was holding a pair of chopsticks, with dangling udon and a bit of scallion on top.

“say ahhh.”

you leaned in close, graciously accepting the food in a single mouthful, a dashing smile lighting up your features.

“oh my gosh, it’s delicious! when did you learn to make this? and how did you know that it’s my favorite dish?”

“well, you mentioned it once three or four years ago, and after that time i asked ‘samu to teach me… y’know, in the eventuality we’d meet one day.”

your expression became even softer when noticing the slight blush adorning the tip of his ears. your hands went over his holding the bowl, retrieving also the chopsticks in the meanwhile. when you spoke again, while mimicking his actions and offering him a bite, your voice was barely above a whisper — but, considering how close you were, it was more than enough.

“and look at us now, together in your kitchen as if we’d been together for years.”

“honestly, bubs, i think it’s high time we fix that, yeah?”

after the incident with the pictures of almost two months ago, atsumu started shamelessly flirting with you, leaving no doubts or room  to misinterpret his feelings. and you, for once, decided that it was worth it to also let him know that yeah, you felt the same way and everything was perfect like this. in a sort of silent mutual understanding and agreement, after realizing for just how long you had been loving each other (at this point it was way more than a simple crush), it was okay to skip a few steps along the way.

when atsumu started to lean in close, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, you wasted no time in sneaking your arms around his neck, lovingly caressing his nape.

and then it happened. at half past four in the morning, while in his kitchen, with an empty bowl of delicious ramen long forgotten next to you. ‘tsumu’s lips were on yours, ever so gentle and delicate; the cold metal of his piercings was a stark contrast with your own skin.

neither of you could stop the smile growing on your features. everything was just perfect. small laughs were exchanged in between kisses and pecks, with the soft light of the overhead kitchen lamp as the only source of illumination.

“gosh, i love you so so much…”

an almost inaudible whisper against your mouth, as gentle thumbs caressed your cheeks, a smile so bright it could’ve rivalled the whole galaxy.

“me too, ‘tsumu. i love you so much.”

ŌSAKA, 15:49

when you opened your eyes you were greeted by the warm light of the afternoon coming in from the huge window of the bedroom. the skyline of the city was perfectly visible, as the apartment was located on the last floor of a building. when you tried to stretch, you felt someone stirring and complaining about your sudden movement. lowering your gaze, you found atsumu resting his head comfortably on your chest, while his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist. he was wearing only a pair of grey trunks, too tired after his shower to put on anything else. lovingly, your hands found their way on his back and in his hair, gently massaging his incredibly soft locks — despite the frequent rounds of bleaching in order to achieve his desired color.

“hey sleepyhead, good morning.”

“five more minutes, please…”

you simply laughed a bit, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. at that the setter perked up, a lazy grin plastered across his face as he pressed his lips to yours.

“that was the best night of sleep i’ve ever had, bubs. ‘m so glad you’re finally here with me.”

“mhmh, i’m not going anywhere.”

you spent the next half an hour cuddling in bed (as if you’d done something different ever since you got into bed), whispering sweet nothings and deciding how to spend the rest of the day.

“i think tomorrow i’d like to meet your team, if it’s okay with you. and maybe this weekend we could go to onigiri miya with your mom, suna and aran? oh, but i have to get them something first. ah, and maybe i should first go to the government office, to start my citizenship application, just so i can be su-”

atsumu interrupted you with a sweet and innocent kiss, before looking at you with the most serious expression you’d ever seen on him.

“hey, marry me.”

“w-what?!” 

you were shocked, but not necessarily in a negative way: you had been dreaming of such an occurrence ever since he gave you the necklace with his surname on it. and you knew for certain that both of your feelings were stronger than ever, and would not falter anytime soon. it was just a sudden thought to voice, but after the developments of the last 24 hours, it was not a complete surprise.

“i mean it when i say that i love you. and i’m not afraid of marrying you on the spot. i’ve loved you silently for so many years now that i’d be ready to change my whole life to accommodate you in it. and sure, maybe we’re skipping a few steps along the way, we’re rushing things a bit, and i don’t even have a ring with me right now. but… marry me, please?”

and what were you supposed to answer? your heart belonged to him.

you cupped his cheeks, lifting his face until you were eye to eye. while his expression remained serious, you could see in those chocolate eyes a bit of doubt; he was probably wondering if he’d crossed a line, if such a thing was too much. after all, marrying a professional athlete was no easy feat — you’d have to be shielded from prying eyes, and his training hours kept him away from home most of the days, not to mention when he would have to attend away games. but you knew; in all those years it became obvious, and not once it became a problem in your eyes.

so you simply kissed him again and again, feeling his strong body relaxing in your hold.

“yes.” 

a couple of  hours and a call later, you were in the office of the legal person who would sign your marriage certificate within the government building. they agreed to process your request of citizenship as well, considering that you’d automatically gain it as you were marrying a japanese citizen.

“... and what about the surnames? have you decided how you want to deal with them?”

your answer was quick and full of pride.

“i’ll be taking his; my previous one can be disregarded completely.”

atsumu squeezed your hand, from where your intertwined fingers were resting on his thigh. you turned to him with a dashing smile.

the two of you signed the documents, then the employee did the same and handed you your papers and the certificate.

“you will receive your new passport and documents in five days, directly at home. just make sure to give the courier this paper once he arrives.”

you both thanked the man and left the office, still hand in hand. atsumu was holding the tote bag containing all the papers as you made your way back to his motorcycle; then he looked down at you, pulling you in for a side hug.

“hi, ms miya.”

“hi, mr miya.” 

before going to dinner in a nice ramenya, the setter insisted on stopping by the jewellery shop where he had your necklace made. the old owner recognized immediately the delicate piece you were wearing around your neck, and was very pleased to know you’d never removed it for three years straight and it still didn’t show signs of wear. 

“so, what brings you youngsters here today?”

“we’d like to purchase a set of wedding rings. the simplest you have, in platinum, sizes xs and m.”

with a happy look on his face, the man went to the back of the store and came out a few moments later holding a small box in his hand. upon showing it to you, it was clear that was exactly what you were looking for.

you ended up exchanging your vows and rings in a secluded booth at the restaurant, a fuming bowl of ramen in front of you, ready to be shared, like the rest of your lives.

thanks to the friendship hinata had with kenma, you started working as a game designer for bouncing ball, albeit remotely from home. mama miya almost fainted when you both shared the news of your wedding that weekend at onigiri miya — the shop had been close for the day, allowing a gran reunion between the msby team and some of their friends. everyone was delighted to finally meet you in person, knowing that this was probably the beginning of weekly meetings all together.

that year atsumu and other msby members got drafted to be part of the olympic team. and when they won gold, your relationship became public: you launched yourself off the bleachers of the olympic stadium of tokyo, ready to jump into the waiting arms of your husband. and at that point all the world could see the red ink embedded on both your left wrists, as well as the shining bands adorning your ring fingers.

JUST TAKE IT SLOW, ONE DAY AT A TIME

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[wonryllis]

hruuuuu? any thoughts on soft wonnie with an s/o stressed out from loads of schoolwork plus having a toxic family???

-🦖

☆ HE'S MY SUN, HE MAKES ME SHINE. ( LIB? )

SOFT BOYFIE!JUNGWON would immediately notice it if you are not yourself. stressed, tensed, worried and troubled he'd know it without you having to utter a single word.

SOFT BOYFIE!JUNGWON would give you a warm and comforting hug before anything, stroking your back and caressing your head telling you did a good job,"you did so good baby, i'm proud of you,"

SOFT BOYFIE!JUNGWON would let you cry into his shoulder and chest, letting your precious tears dampen his shirt for as long as you needed to be held and cherished. his own heart breaking at the sight of you hurting so much and not being able to take the pain away.

SOFT BOYFIE!JUNGWON would wait for you to calm down completely before asking you if you wanted to talk about it,"do you want to talk about it? i can listen if you want me to," if you say yes he'd silently listen and if he thinks you want a practical response he will give you one otherwise he'd reassure you words of love and words of solace. and if you don't want to talk about it then he'd hold you close in an embrace and put you to sleep telling you not to worry about anything,"just sleep, pretty. i will take care of everything,"

SOFT BOYFIE!JUNGWON would help you with your work as much as he can, finishing it all for you if you allow him to of help you with everything if you insist you need to do it yourself.

SOFT BOYFIE!JUNGWON who does whatever you want him to, while making sure you are not being burdened in the slightest. if he can he wants to do everything for you not let you lift a finger, but he also wants to let you be independent and strong.

SOFT BOYFIE!JUNGWON who is always there with his arms open for you, ready to make you feel home and feel wanted. to make you feel your importance and your weight presence,"you will always have me, right here,"

SOFT BOYFIE!JUNGWON would keep an eye on you for the next few weeks making sure to drown you in compliments and gifts and your favorite food and everything that bring you joy because your happiness matters the most to him.

notes. hope you liked it babes,,, this was so me (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) also yes im doing good hbu

#𓍼⠀𝐕.⠀𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 #🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎ #&. 🦖 #( 🪽 ) ৲⠀꒰͡ ִ 𝒎 𝒚 𝒂 𝒏 𝒈 𝒆 𝒍 𝒔 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱ #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen jungwon imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen sunghoon imagines #enhypen sunoo imagines #enhypen niki imagines

[amourlyns]

hey. I already made a request, but if you have a limit you can scrap that one.

My cat has been gone for 3 days (shes never been gone this long, shes an in door cat). We just got a ton of snow and I just overheard my parents saying they think the neighbor did something to her. I've had her since I was 11 and she means so much to me. I've been having a hard time having any sort of fun with my family for the holiday season and if you could I could really use any windbreaker characters of your choice comforting reader about that scenario?

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: a jealous owen, reminding you that you’re his forever and always. after hearing a fan compliment you after one of his races.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: owen uses a lot of praise, but he’s also getting his ego fed bc he’s a brat. insane by summer walker was on repeat ngl + imagine that one video of asap hearing riri’s laugh. 😭i’m sorry to hear about your cat!! i hope yall found her in the end. hopefully this fic helps.

⟡ ⠀ | Owen Knight is not insane, you know that and he knows that. So, why is he hearing your voice ? And why does it ring out so clearly in the stadium ? You’re supposed to be in the UK.

Korea wasn’t going to work with you schedule, he knew that and begrudgingly accepted it. So who the fuck is making you laugh and giggle like that? Yeah, he won the race but at what cost ? Where is his baby at—

There you are.

Now you don’t see him, but you could definitely feel his gaze on you, he knows you can. So why aren’t you looking at him? The race was over— and you came to Korea just for him.

So why was another man hogging your attention ? You didn’t even seem remotely interested. Your eyes eventually meet with Owen’s, a smile graces your lips. You’re already making hasty strides in his direction.

Even though all of your attention is on Owen now, his stare still lingers on the man you were talking to moments ago. Owen was always transparent about his feelings, you could read him like a book. He was vocal, and if he was thrown off by something? He would make it known.

He starts it off slow, discussing your appearance in Korea and what a lovely surprise it is, it really was of course. So there was no lie there, but he does mention the man you were talking to before.

❛ Why did you sit closer, baby? ❜ Owen pouts, jutting out his lower lip. You place a quick peck on his lips, cupping his cheeks and chuckling at his own behavior. He’s such a drama king, you’re not quite sure how you manage, especially with him.

❛ Owen, sweetheart I’m only here for you. And you only, so why are you worried? Hm? ❜ He flushes at this, maintaining eye contact. A hand reached out towards your wrist, sending soft kisses around your finger tips. ❛ I deserve all your attention, you know it. ❜

Your practically beats out of your chest, it takes you a moment to remember you two are in a very public space. And he didn’t mind the PDA at all? ❛ Owen, slow down. ❜ It comes out much more softer than intended, he stops. Looking at you with wide expecting eyes. What’s next?

❛ Did he say anything? ❜ Owen huffs, pushing further into your personal space. A smiles graced your lips at his intensity, he is so in love. Isn’t he? ❛ The guy complimented my shirt, he knew I was supporting you. ❜ You’ve obviously struck a nerve.

Owen scowls, pursing his lips at the thought of some stranger complimenting you. Despite the shirt and all. ❛ And that was seriously it? But he was staring at you for so long— ❜ Lips find purchase on his. Quickly silencing Owen in the most effective way.

He’s already asking for another by the time you’re backing up. Trailing you like a lost puppy dog. You let him, of course. Telling him to pack up so you can cuddle at home and enjoy each others company. He’s already agreeing—

#𝐼 . ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 : writings. #༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 ⸻ requests. #reader x owen knight #spirithub #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #oneshots #oneshot #wind breaker #windbreaker x reader

[oceansmadness]

@mcfiosa Future Wife ( 𝐟𝐬𝐤 𝟐𝟏 - 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝟐𝟒/𝟕 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 )

#𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝙲ă𝚕𝚞𝚐ă𝚛𝚞𝚕 ⌇ his soul is darker as the ocean itself #wire:deepshores #𝐈 ❝ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 ❞ #𝐈𝐈 ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ❞ #𝐈𝐈𝐈 ❝ 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ❞ #𝐈𝐕 ❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ❞ #𝐕 ❝ 𝐩𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 ❞ #𝐕𝐈 ❝ 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 / 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅 ❞ #𝐕𝐈𝐈 ❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 ❞ #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 ❝ 𝐬â𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐮 ❞ #𝐈𝐗 ❝ 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ❞ #userfakevz #r: engaged

[rosabie]

┈          ✢         🪞  🎀           ∿

#𓊆✿𓊇 𝓐 s she 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝓗 alf 𝓞 f the 𝓦 orld ≧ ოoving up αnd so ⟬ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 ⟭ 𝅼 ᮫ #kpop icons #aesthetic #kpop layouts #kpop moodboard #kpop gg #seoyeon #seoyeon triples #triples #triples moodboard #seoyeon icons #seoyeon moodboard #kpop gg moodboard

[gemkun]

💖

#* ✦ 𝐕. ❮ prompt ❯ ⸻ ❝ #👉👈 #you can call me a toxic yaoi lover it’s okay #sending love this fine morning got me like plead face

[imprecations]

⠀ ⠀ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬' 𝐛𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐧

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚

Driven by his insatiable hunger for power and riches, Bruno betrayed his lover and callously stole her family's treasured talisman, unknowingly unleashing a series of tragic events upon them. As a result of the curse invoked by his heartbroken lover, he was transformed into a grotesque, ever-devouring monster, forever condemned to roam the streets of New Orleans, driven by an insatiable appetite for his own kind. Once a master of deceit, he now serves as a chilling reminder that actions have consequences, as his monstrous form lurks in the shadows, haunting those who dare to cross his path.

info: a fandomless, semi-active account. highly selective. crossover friendly. loa lore. 21+. Open for plotting.

#𝐈. ⠀ ◞ 𝐚𝐞𝐬. #𝐈𝐈. ⠀ ◞ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. #𝐈𝐈𝐈. ⠀ ◞ 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦. #𝐈𝐕. ⠀ ◞ 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. #𝐕. ⠀ ◞ 𝐛𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐧. #𝐕𝐈. ⠀ ◞ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. #𝐕𝐈𝐈. ⠀ ◞ 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬. #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. ⠀ ◞ 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬. #𝐈𝐗. ⠀ ◞ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. #userfakevz

[ourqidia]

𝓮𝓵⠀⠀⠀𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈⠀⠀⠀────⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡ᰍ

𝐈.⠀ 솔 .. 노래 🧼

𝐈𝐈. 커피 𝔀. 🥡’✿

𝐈𝐈𝐈.⠀⠀⠀추. 🥛♡ 월광

𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾⠀⠀♥︎ 𓍼⠀⠀⠀:⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐬

𝐈𝐕.⠀⠀⠀⠀❀͏͏🐚 ㅅ_ㅅ 어둠

𝐕.⠀ ⠀눈 ‌— ‌ 𐙚

𝐕𝐈.⠀⠀눈  𓍼  색상  ♥︎

you can change the emojis / você pode mudar os emojis

#𖹭⠀࣭⠀icons⠀+⠀locs 𑁤 #𖹭⠀࣭⠀𝐕&𝐕𝐈 loc woynri 𑁤 #circle icon #gg icons #asian girls icons #random #locs #circle icons #kpop circle icons #long locs #short locs #kpop long locs #coquette locs #textual long locs #symbols #ullzang #ullzang icons

[btspurplemusicworld]

They always have history repeating themselves❤️‍🩹 . . . #ᵇᵗˢ⠀✦⠀ ⟬⟭ ☄️. #ˢᵉᵒᵏʲⁱⁿ . ﾟ . 💜 . ✦ #ʸᵒᵒⁿᵍⁱ, . ˚ ⟭⟬ ⠀ . . *⠀ ⠀ ✨ ⠀✦⠀ 💜 . . #ʰᵒˢᵉᵒᵏ ⠀🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ #ʲⁱᵐⁱⁿ .✨ .⠀ 🌎. 💜⠀⠀, * ⠀ .✨ .⠀ 🌎. 💜⠀⠀, *#ᵗᵃᵉʰʸᵘⁿᵍ . ⠀✦ ˚ * .⠀ #ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ . . ✦ ,💜 ⟭⟬ ✨ .💜 ~#ᵃʳᵐʸ⠀. 💜• . ° * ☆ . #𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚 ° * . ☆ . • ° . * •° . #kdrama 💜 🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ ♡ ° .. 💜 ° #jichangwook . ☆ 💜 . * 🎶 • °. #punni_jiminlove 🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ 💜 ☆ •. ° 💜 . ° •☆ ° * 🎶 • . #BTS forever ° ♡ • . 💜 * .#parkjimin • ° ♡ °#𝐑𝐌. • ☆ . 🎶 • . * 💜 . • ° ☆ 🎶 • ° #taekook ♡ • ° #𝐕. 💜 • . ° ☆ . 💜 🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ ♡ ° . . • ° .💜 ° . 💜 ° ☆ • 🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ #𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑦 . ° . • * ☆ • °#𝐉𝐢𝐧 • . 💜 ° . • 🎶 ° * . 💜 ° • . ☆ . 💜 ° #𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 . ♡ • ° 🎶 . * . 💜 ° * ☆ ° 🎶 💜 • ° . • ☆ ° . 💜 * . • ° ♡ . #𝐉𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 • 💜 ° . *• . #blackpink° ☆ • . 💜 ° .🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ * #𝐉𝐊 . 🎶 . • 💜 ° . ♡ • ° . • ° . ☆ ° ♡. * . • 💜 #ⁿᵃᵐʲᵒᵒⁿ ✦ ⠀ ⠀#kpop ⠀* ⠀⠀⠀. . ⠀⠀#ᵇᵗˢ⠀⠀💜 🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ ♡ ° .✦⠀ ⟬⟭ ☄️. #ˢᵉᵒᵏʲⁱⁿ . ﾟ . 💜 . ✦ #ʸᵒᵒⁿᵍⁱ, ⠀. ˚ ⠀ ⟭⟬ ⠀ #ilyB *⠀ ⠀ ✨ ⠀✦⠀ 💜 . . #ʰᵒˢᵉᵒᵏ ⠀🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ #ʲⁱᵐⁱⁿ .✨ .⠀ 🌎. 💜⠀⠀, * ⠀ #ᵗᵃᵉʰʸᵘⁿᵍ . ⠀✦ ˚ * .⠀ #BTS 💜 #ARMY . . ✦ ,💜 ⟭⟬ ✨ .💜 ~#ᵃʳᵐʸ⠀. 💜 #ⁿᵃᵐʲᵒᵒⁿ ✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀* ⠀⠀⠀. . ⠀⠀#ᵇᵗˢ⠀⠀⠀✦⠀ ⟬⟭ ☄️. #ˢᵉᵒᵏʲⁱⁿ . ﾟ . 💜#txt . ✦ #ʸᵒᵒⁿᵍⁱ, ⠀🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ ˚ ⠀ ⟭⟬ ⠀ . . *⠀ ⠀ ✨ ⠀✦⠀ 💜 . . #ʰᵒˢᵉᵒᵏ ⠀🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ #ʲⁱᵐⁱⁿ .✨ .⠀ 🌎. 💜⠀⠀, * ⠀ .✨ .⠀ 🌎. 💜⠀⠀, *#ᵗᵃᵉʰʸᵘⁿᵍ . ⠀✦ ˚ * .⠀ #ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ . . ✦ ,💜 ⟭⟬ ✨ .💜 ~#ᵃʳᵐʸ⠀. 💜• . ° * ☆ . #𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚 ° * . ☆ . • ° . * •° .* . 💜 ° . ☆🌖 . 🚀 ﾟ 💜 . * 🎶 • #ot7 ° . 💜 ☆ •. ° 💜 . °#mochi •☆ ° * 🎶 • . #BTS forever ° ♡ • . 💜 * . • ° ♡ °#𝐑𝐌. • ☆ . 🎶 • . * 💜 . • ° ☆ https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnd0lt4BV_m/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ᵇᵗˢ #ˢᵉᵒᵏʲⁱⁿ #ʸᵒᵒⁿᵍⁱ #ʰᵒˢᵉᵒᵏ #ʲⁱᵐⁱⁿ #ᵗᵃᵉʰʸᵘⁿᵍ #ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ #ᵃʳᵐʸ #𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚 #kdrama #jichangwook #punni_jiminlove #bts #parkjimin #𝐑𝐌 #taekook #𝐕 #𝑖 #𝐉𝐢𝐧 #𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 #𝐉𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 #blackpink #𝐉𝐊 #ⁿᵃᵐʲᵒᵒⁿ #kpop #ilyb #army #txt #ot7 #mochi

[wonryllis]

moots as your favorite drinks?

hmm i don't have a lot of favorite drinks so lemme just group my moots into the few i have!! didn't include inactive ones.

sprite. @boyfhee @heesbaby @tyunni @lheebra

cranberry juice. @ctrlemis @hoonvrs @jjunae

iced vanilla latte. @jungqkook @odxrilove @www-jungwon

coke. @luvhyun3 @heelvsted @bywons @eeunoia

strawberry ice cream slush. @okwonyo @jangwonie @stariekis @isoobie

mango smoothie. @atrirose @nyukyujs @enhalov @leaderwon

DONT ASK ME WHY I JUST WENT WITH VIBES. mutuals!

#🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎ #𓍼⠀𝐕.⠀𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 #୨ৎ . . 𝓂o𝐨𝐭 𝓰a𝗺𝗲s ᵎᵎ

[amourlyns]

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

𐙚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: in which batman visits crime alley, and the reader indulges the bat with sweet notes and baked goods.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

𐙚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: inspired by this post. thought it was the cutest thing ever and i wanted to write it out, something short n sweet !! dedicated to @armin-ocean-eyes

⟡ ⠀ | 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. Of course, The Bat doesn’t want to jinx his nightly patrol but (…) it’s been nice.

In all honestly, it finally felt like a break. A time to hunker down and take time to focus on his parents. A stroll through Crime Alley would do. Bruce never forgets about his parents, nor does he forget that night. He comes back to remind himself of what happened. How he couldn’t stop it. How he failed to protect them. It’s a constant reminder, a punishment.

Tension never leaves Bruce’s body. He’s always so high strung, constantly prepared for fight or flight. Shoulders are tense, brows are furries and teeth are gritted. This was his very being now.

Late nights, cold and oh, so lonely. The heavy bass of boots sloshing through rain water across the concrete street. Vengeance has filled the role of Gotham’s protector for long enough to know everything about the city he tirelessly protects. He knows this city better than anyone else.

But he still can’t stomach the alleyway.

Today, Bruce doesn’t bring flowers, but he brings himself. And hopefully, that’s enough for them.

From above the street, unbeknownst to the Bat. He has an angel, a watcher if you will. The city has swallowed him whole and spat him right back at out tonight. Senses are diminished, hazy from the beatings of tonight. Usually, he’s more attentive than this.

Funnily enough, you just moved into the city of Gotham three weeks ago. It’s a dreary, dull city. But at least it’s away from home. Right? Sure, the apartment you were currently living in definitely seemed haunted and it literally oversaw the alleyway the Waynes died in. Why did no one tell you they got mugged? (…) But what could you do? It’s shitty but the only thing you could afford in this damned economy.

And dude, it was definitely haunted.

You actually thought you were hallucinating the first time you laid your eyes on it. The fucking Bat, Vengeance. Gotham Cities actuals protector? It was odd and horrifying. You expected to see him raging through the alley in his moody glory. Big, defiant, and spooky!

But he actually seemed defeated? In a way? His strides were slow. Then, he knelt down onto the pavement and stayed there. It’s weird, this habitual routine of the Bat coming by and kneeling happened constantly. Well, to be fair he did patrol your building after that. Scouring the rooftops for any signs of peril within the area.

When he was done, he would come back to your building and linger on the fire escape. Sometimes you could hear his heavy footsteps on the rooftops or the iron steps.

Now, no one ever said you were the brightest in the bunch. You moved to Gotham for goodness sake. Anyways, you decided to actually make contact with the Bat. Which in theory, sounds like a good idea because who wouldn’t want a hero in their pocket? Well, a vigilante. But you digress (…) If coming near the alley brings him down, maybe he needs a lift?

The general idea was, leave a note or a gift for Vengeance and leave him be. So, that’s how it begun.

It was the third time Bruce visited the crime alley. This time, he had the intention to make his trip revolve only around his parents.

But then he saw you.

Granted, you were definitely not expecting to see anyone or someone like the Batman at this time of night. So you scrambled off of your balcony and dropped some sort of post-it note on the way out. There were three things on Bruce’s mind. How many times have you seen him and did you know his habits or who he was? Paranoia gnaws away at his guts and creates a nasty hole in his stomach.

He was a master of overthinking.

The Bat was quick to snatch up the post-it note you dropped, taking the time to read and analyze your penmanship. Was it lined with some sort of poison? Was it a tracking device? He waits for a moment. Grunting at the words etched into the paper.

〞I don't know what you're going through but I know you'll get through it. Xoxo. 〞

Huh.

Alfred would tease him for this.

An admirer? He was stumped.

It’s been about a week since you’ve seen Vengeance, your gifts of food and ever abundant notes never stopped though. You were starting to think he changed his route ever since that night he caught you on the railing.

First off, he was terrifying up close (the man was ten feet away) and second off, how was he able to catch you. Some part of you expected the man to interrogate you or something.

He didn’t, thank goodness. But you kind of missed seeing the cryptic Bat.

On the other hand, Bruce decided to do some research on you. A through background check would never hurt and who knows if you wanted to kill him? It could all be a facade. Each baked good and beverage you left out for the Bat was analyzed and tested. It could’ve been poisoned, laced, or worst, set to detonate. He was taking precautions. But Alfred insisted it was a good gesture.

Whatever it was, you never stopped. Bruce changed his route of course, there was no reason to let his guard down. But, he did appreciate the notes. To an extent. He just couldn’t help but think of the uncertainty.

The latest one he was holding onto was nothing short of thoughtful.

〞I hope you're having a good day :) (Btw, I haven’t seen you around!〞

So for the most part you were attentive. So he could commend you for that.

Despite all of the alarms in his brain telling him to stick to the new route, he returns to the old route for your sake. The very least he could do was thank you for the messages and treats. At least, that’s what Alfred said. For once, he didn’t feel like being stubborn and listened. The first thing he saw was your silhouette against the glass of your sliding door. Then, your emergence.

Bruce is frozen in place. But you’re waving frantically and running down the steps to greet him. Should he turn away? Just leave and never show up again? What if ⸻

❛ OHMYGOSH, OH MY GOSH. YOU’RE REAL! YOU’RE HERE! I WAS STARTING TO THINK I WAS BEING DELUSIONAL AND SEEING THINGS. WHOA, YOU’RE TALLER IN PERSON. AND LIKE SCARY. SORRY, SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN THAT. WOW. ❜

You’re realizing how that sounded; Bruce notices how you cower in fear. Despite his own anxiety driving him up a wall. The least he could do was say thank you, or show his appreciation. It takes him a few moments to say anything. He can hardly hold eye contact, but it eventually comes out.

❛ I (…) I APPRECIATE IT. ❜

Well. You definitely didn’t expect him to sound like that. His response was so soft you couldn’t even tell if he was directing that towards you. It was so quiet he might as well been talking to himself⸻ and before you could even ask him another question, he’s gone by the time you look up.

Introvert much?

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one mention before i go crawl into bed is that something unto death is described as causing 'spiritual deaths' presumably because it's drawing folks from penacony - out of harmony's gaze, and effectively into a coma. there is STILL debate if the body dies or not - but im disinclined to agree that it does so, or at the very least, not everyone does. again - this is specifically because of the repeated mention of 'spiritual death.'

for beings with such deep connections to harmony like robin and sunday, i also believe that the wound momentarily severs their connection with said harmony. something akin to severely breaking your leg - and having to wait for it to heal over time. so in a word, sunday is pretty useless right now.

#𝐕. [ . . . ] headcanon /

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sobre transfobia.

Pensei um pouco antes de me pronunciar sobre isso porque eu pensei que não seria esse o primeiro problema que eu falaria sobre dentro no neoz e que na verdade eu to cansado de abordar esse assunto, mesmo não sendo pra tag.

Desde antes de me descobrir trans, achava que identidade de gênero e orientação sexual eram apenas questões pessoais e só diziam respeito pra pessoa e pra quem vai se relacionar com ela, fora isso era um simples detalhe, como gostar da cor azul ou gostar de punk rock. Detalhes que não definem em nada a sua personalidade ou caráter e não podem resumir ninguém. Eu só queria entender qual é o tesão de vocês em atacarem os outros com essas armas em mãos, até porque se vocês não tivessem dado um peso absurdo a essas informações, a gente não taria aqui cansado dessas discussões. Sério, como é que uma pessoa trans vai arruinar tua vida? Você vai se casar com a gente? Com todo respeito, vai comer nosso rabo? Acho que não né? Arranjem um argumento válido pra arranjarem atacarem alguém e parem de ser grandes bebezões virtuais.

Se acostumaram com a ideia de serem apenas anônimos que se agarram desesperadamente em personagens de rpg (que nesse ponto nem personagens são mais). É fácil não ter que lidar com seus problemas em ooc e só socarem eles na goela de gente que você nem nunca viu na vida real. É fácil agir como uma criancinha mimada e birrenta, porque se você dar esse show lá fora, no mundo real, você vai levar tanta porrada da vida que eu vou ficar com mais pena do que eu já tô.

A gente sofre todos os dias pra gente ser quem a gente é. Somos cercados de preconceitos, vindos desde de pobres coitados anônimos até de nós mesmos, mas a gente tá aqui assumindo quem a gente é, enquanto vocês não tem nem a capacidade de formar um argumento pra poder discutir com um mod sobre.

fico muito triste que, mais uma vez, a tag tá mostrando seu pior lado. é o que, o terceiro caso de transfobia do ano? a centésima polêmica da semana? (e estamos em uma terça). eu quero muito acreditar que isso aqui tem salvação, que os players dessa tag podre ainda podem se tornar pessoas melhores, mas, sinceramente, tô perdendo as esperanças. para a pessoa que mandou as asks nojentas para es mods da jinjusan: vai se fuder. apenas isso, VAI TOMAR NO OLHO DO FEU CU, ARROMBADE DO CARALHO. porque eu to cansade de dialogar com transfobico.

e mais uma coisa aproveitando o gancho: não é porque a pessoa é trans que isso torna ela impassível de errar. que protege ela de críticas. pessoas trans também podem ser mal caráter, como vimos com a bala fini e um desquerido aí que cisma em atacar pessoas que eu amo. mas vocês, tag, ainda precisam aprender a criticar pessoas sem ir contra mil direitos humanos. pode ser o pior tipo de pessoa do mundo, elu não merece ler mensagens transfobicas ou falando para elu se matar. ninguém merece isso.

quer mandar askzinha de hate e transfobia pra mim e pro mano lou? manda que temos um arsenal de gifs do felca e uma jem raivosa na espreita. mas parem de atacar a moderação da jinjusan, PARE DE ATACAR PLAYERS E PERSONAGENS TRANS, CARALHO. vai jogar a porra do teu jogo e deixa a gente existir e jogar em paz.

#── * ﾠ 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐕. 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐌ﾠ// by lou. #rp br #krp br #sobre: transfobia #⊰ 🔥：answers & rants ˎˊ˗

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bc of gojo taking him out on missions while he was younger i still firmly standby that megumi is v familiar with nanami shoko ijichi etc. also he introduced him to maki n mai when younger so he’s also v familiar with them too

#* 𝐕. / 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍. #ik i said it before but my portrayal Will be based off this fact #been meaning to post this all day but keep getting distracted @__@