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#I love this flamboyant extravagant terrible boy
potahun · 3 years
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I love the small details like Hao Shuai going “Your small face’s become so skinny these days! I’m so sorry I was so busy I didnt come and see you...” and Sun Yi Qiu: “You came over twice today” and also Lin Yu Ming picking up Sun Yi Qiu’s phone and going “You’re looking for Sun Yi Qiu? He’s gone out - oh it’s Hao Shuai? No, don’t come over.” Even when he’s not there on screen Hao Shuai basically has half a foot in Yi Qiu’s office space all the time and I love it
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saladejin · 4 years
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Les Amoureux | Jungkook
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Jungkook x Reader | theatre!au, musicals & singing | Fluff and crack, heavy use of musical theatre references 
Summary:  Your favourite backstage buddy tries his best to crack down on why you’re so attracted to stage actors, but he knows you’ve only got eyes for him in the end.
Warnings: None, having knowledge of some well-known musicals will make this more enjoyable though
Word Count: 2.3k (basically a drabble)
! ! ! READ BEFORE CONTINUING ! ! !   This one-shot has some references to a couple of musicals, and if you're not familiar with these then I'm afraid it might go over your head in some parts. The references are from the shows 'Phantom of the Opera' and 'Les Misérables', and I will leave a note at the end of which songs are included if you wish to listen for yourself. Otherwise, it probably won't make sense and won't be as enjoyable :/        I strongly urge you to listen to this song during the last part of the one-shot, or at least listen beforehand to grasp the dynamics and line exchanges: A Heart Full of Love (I fast-forwarded for you)          *Request from my Ao3 series ‘Movie Night’.
“What is it about stage actors that you find so attractive?”
You lifted your head from where you were sewing up a hole in a costume, the frilly pink material bunching up around your hands until you could barely see where the needle was going. Your fellow crew member, Jeon Jungkook, had heaved himself up to sit on one of the nearby desks. Clearly, the poor boy was bored out of his mind.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smirked, eyeing him in a teasing manner while finishing off the costume repair swiftly.  
The late-night musical you guys were helping backstage for had already begun twenty minutes prior, and after having nothing to do for another three songs, you had both ventured down towards the change rooms to get some work done in the meantime. Well, to be fair it was more like you had sought out the jobs while Jungkook just wanted to pass time in the company of his closest theatre friend.
“Surely you’re not blinded by those flashy costumes,” The dark-haired man scrunched his nose up in a playful cringe.
“Think harder, Jeon,” You chuckled at his antics, noticing the way he bounced his leg up and down while he thought. The energetic boy was dressed in all black just as you were, since it was a requirement of all crew members in order to remain unseen by the audience if they needed to be on stage at any point.
You couldn’t help your eyes from wandering along his impressive physique, all pressed up in a black high-necked skivvy and tight black jeans.
“Us crew guys work out just as much as those pretty boys do, probably even more. Plus, I hear the stylists complaining about the hair they have to deal with every night,” Jungkook continued to try and sway your mind, obviously getting a kick out of picking your brain and earning your mild reactions of laughter and amusement in return.
“You think your hair is much better?” You let out a single breath of bewilderment and tried to keep your widening smile at bay. He was too cute in the way his eyes widened and brows furrowed with mock offense, the man reaching a hand up to ruffle his soft looking brown tresses.
“What’s wrong with – hey I’m not done!”
You bit your lip to hold back an amused grin, proceeding to leave the room and make your way down the stairs to return the pink dress to the costume area. The sound of Jungkook’s clunky footsteps let you know he was following closely behind to continue his investigation.
“Oh, I get it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, it’s the popularity. Being out in the spotlight. The fame and attention that comes with it,” He said in a matter-of-factly tone, and you could hear the playful bunny smile interwoven through his voice as he spoke.
“Is it? And how shallow do you think I am, Jeon?” You quipped, trying to ignore his warm breath brushing the back of your neck once you stopped to pull open the door. The light-hearted and joking attitude he adopted was so radiant, and you swore you would never get enough of his overwhelming charm and charisma.
You turned around after putting the dress down, lifting one finger to point and rest against the skin of your throat so he would catch the hint. Almost instantly, his head was thrown back as the epiphany struck, and a loud ‘ah!’ tumbled from his lips.
“Of course it’s the voice. God, I should’ve seen that from a mile away!” He groaned and met your eyes with his own sparkling coffee-brown ones. You could bet your last dollar that the cheeky guy already knew you had a thing for the stage actors with their beautiful voices and their strong dramatic acting, but he really did love to string you along and push all of your buttons.
“Get me a man who can sing his way to my heart,” You teased once more, knowing that he would instantly be thinking of what to do with this new information. You left him standing in the smaller costume room in his weird daze, wondering what else you could fix up before returning side stage to assist with the ongoing show.
A loud clutter sounded from the room you just left, and you felt a small stab of anxiety that someone would come down here and catch the two of you messing around (even though you were doing your best to be helpful at least), but you only exhaled in relief as Jungkook swept out of the small doorway with a flamboyance even your precious stage actors couldn’t rival.
You rolled your eyes at the goofball of a man in front of you.
“Not doing anything for you?” Jungkook hummed curiously, even though he knew exactly how little his little skit was ‘doing’ for you. Slowly, he peeled the extravagant Indian styled headdress from his dusty brown locks and eyed you with a newfound glint of amusement in his brightening doe eyes.
“Or….” He hummed lowly, eyeing you with a pointed gaze and a cheery lilt to his tone. “It’s not the voice, but rather the song.”
“What?” You felt your brows knit together in confusion.
“Show tunes, there’s not a woman in this world that could resist ‘em,” he continued, not phased in the slightest. You couldn’t help but let a warm feeling of fondness wash over you as he began singing softly. Though you appreciated any decent male vocalist, his voice in particular was your ultimate weakness in the end.
“Night time sharpens; heightens each sensation.”
“Jeon don’t you dare,” You grunted, knowing exactly where this was going. In the midst of the ongoing show upon the stage upstairs, the two of you were quite alone down in the change room area. While the sounds of thumping feet and cascading music echoed from above, you both only fixed your attention on one another.
Jungkook’s eyes gleamed as he left the first line of ‘Music of the Night’ hang in the air precariously, only moving to hide himself behind a rack of costumes a second later. From your seat on one of the makeup artist’s benchtop, you could just catch a tiny glimpse of a shaggy tuft of hair sticking up from behind the line of cloaks.
“You’re so lucky nobody’s-”
You cut yourself off as he rounded the edge of the rack from the other side, now wrapped in a dark midnight black cloak and lifting it to hide half his face. Just like the Phantom of the Opera himself.
“Silently the senses, abandon their defences!”
“Pfft… you’re such a dork,” You cackled and almost went toppling off the benchtop. He lifted one corner of his lips into a smirk and you felt your heart constrict at the sight. He was so charming, yet so silly. You didn’t know whether you wanted to smack him or kiss him right there in the room shrouded in shadow.
Wanting to humour him and his playful antics, you launched yourself off the bench and snatched a curly black wig from a nearby polystyrene head. You didn’t have a white dress, but you were sure he’d catch on.
“Angel of Music…Guide and guardian,” You sang through the various giggles falling from your lips. Your voice, though not terrible, could never match his stunning rendition of the two songs.
“Grant to me your glory~”
His eyes lit up at your eagerness, and he only got into character further by sidling up to you and stroking a delicate hand down the side of your face. The very picture of Christine and the Phantom themselves, you might say. With a dark glint in his eye, Jungkook looked like he was ready to sweep you off your feet, but the next sentence that graced your ears wasn’t what you were expecting to hear.
“Hmm, I don’t know… the words~”
With that you broke your façade and fell into his side, unable to hold back the laugh bubbling in your chest. “Here you are trying to woo me with show tunes, but you don’t know any!”
“Hey!” He gasped and retorted in protest, “I know plenty, thank you very much.”
“Where are they then?” You placed your hands on your hips with one eyebrow raised, knowing just how stupid you looked with the curly wig perched on your head, judging by the way the man in front of you was trying to stifle his shit-eating grin. He was looking rather funny himself with that massive black cloak hiding his entire body, enough so that only his head was poking out the top cutely.
“Um, hold on…”
You pursed your lips in amusement as he rushed away towards another costume rack. Not even wanting to know what he was doing, you stepped away and placed the scratchy wig back in its place.
“Master of the house, doling out the charm; ready with a handshake and an open palm!”
You whirled around to catch your hopeless counterpart as he threw a stained rag over one shoulder and started stumbling around as if in a drunken stupor. You couldn’t contain your peals of laughter at this point, it was all so hilarious and dumb that the show upstairs was all but forgotten. Jungkook found your amusement contagious and broke character almost immediately, watching you affectionately as he leaned against the wall for support.
“You know,” You sighed after coming down from your high, “Pretty much every song in that musical is depressing as fuck.”
The man smirked and made sure to leave the rag folded nicely on the nearest makeup bench, shaking his head roughly to try and get rid of any excess dust from the headdress he wore in the very beginning.
“Yeah, well ‘Les Misérables’ literally translates to ‘the miserable ones’. What can you expect? Help me out here,” He whined, faking an adorable pout while you once again suppressed your foolish smiling.
“I said pretty much every song, not all of them,” You cleared your throat. “You forget how many themes of love and romance are in there, Kookie.”
His eyes brightened at the sound of the nickname. It was rare for you to slip like this, as calling him by his last name or just ‘Jungkook’ was what stuck when you guys were hard at work at the theatre. Outside of that world, your walls would come down slightly and you’d grant him many nicknames and cute terms of friendly endearment. This time, however, your heart had somewhat betrayed you.
“Right,” He smiled softly, tearing his eyes away from you to sweep his hair off his forehead in a rush to clean up his messy act. To you, the movement was unfairly attractive, as it granted a great view of his arms and biceps through the long black sleeves of his shirt. All of a sudden, sweet dulcet melodies in the form of his voice graced your ears.
“A heart full of love…. A heart full of song.”
You almost melted on the spot at the way he sang the beautiful lines, wondering for a split second if they held any deeper meaning from the way his eyes had locked onto you so intensely. He was always like this, gaining such a gentle maturity when you least expected it. You eagerly returned his offer to duet, pushing yourself off the wall to meet him in the centre of the room.
“A heart full of love,” You laughed airily through the line. “No fear. No regret…”
“My name is Je-on Jungkookie,” He sang in a terrible French accent, almost breaking it with a chuckle when you laughed at his sneaky lyric change. It should’ve been ‘Marius Pontmercy’, a principal character from the show, but you let it slide and played along by switching your own line.
“And mine’s (Y/n).”
“(Y/n), I don’t know what to say,” Jungkook continued without fault, taking up your hands in his and giving you a slow spin around the empty space. You wanted to lose yourself in the feeling of his warm embrace and dainty fingers threading through your own.
“Then make no sound,” You almost whispered.
“I am lost,” He sang quietly, pulling you in close.
“I am found,” You leaned forward, feeling his warm breath brush your parted lips ever so slightly. If you both only had the soothing orchestra surrounding you as the scene played out, it would have been undeniably perfect; a tender moment caught in time.
“Do I dream?” He breathed after a few seconds had gone by, almost as if forgetting himself within the song. Your faces were inches apart, and you would’ve forgiven him for skipping an entire verse if he would only close the space between you, a gap you so often wanted gone the more time you spent together like this.  
His gentle hands swept your loose strands of hair behind your ear as his doe eyes fluttered shut, leaning closer and closer.
You were ready to finally let him have his way with you, the taste of those pretty lips which were so often stretched into a smile around his adorable bunny-like teeth were right there, but the sound of loud trumpets and thundering footsteps echoing from above pulled you away from his minty scent.
That sounds like…
“Shit, we missed our cue!”
His eyes blew wide and your breath hitched in panic.
Then you were flying up the stairs like there was no tomorrow. Your breathless stream of apologies to the poor people that had to fill in for you seemed to never end, and you felt the guilt eating you up from the inside as you and your pesky crewmate stood rigidly side by side next to the stage manager’s desk.
“Am I irresistible yet?” Jungkook murmured while letting his elbow nudge your arm. It was hard to see due to dark lighting, but you could easily make out the man’s knowing smirk and the gleam in his impish gaze.
“Take my cleaning duty for the week, Jeon, and I’ll think about it.”
               Songs included (I fast-forwarded to the timestamps for you guys): 
      Phantom of the Opera:      'Music of the Night' - Jungkook sings the first line/s      'The Mirror (Angel of Music)' - You sing this      Les Misérables:      'Master of the House' - Jungkook sings this line      'A Heart Full of Love' - linked in the beginning notes      --------------------------------------------------------------------   A/N- Hope this was somewhat okay. I love musicals so it kind of ran away from me, and I know that not many people probably share this love or knowledge of them. I'm so sorry T-T                Copyright © 2020 by salade. All rights reserved
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For Ali pt 2
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Deacon woke up this morning and took in a slow, deep breath, inhaling the warmth of the sunlight that was pooling into the room. They had finally made it to his “cottage” the night before and had gone straight to bed. There had been soft touches, an hour or so of pure intimate bliss, lying in bed beside Aliviya, trailing his fingers over her body and carefully kissing the bruises and pain away. Getting her here had been a feat but now that he had her here, he was already feeling as though he didn’t want to let her go again. Whenever she went back to the States, Deacon had decided, he was going with her. He didn’t care if he had to uproot his entire life at this point.
Slipping out of the plush bed as quietly as he could he pulled the colorful knitted quilt over Ali and kissed the top of her head gently before patting his leg to get the attention of his massive dogs. Augustus and Brutus raised their heads from their individual beds and paused briefly at the foot of the bed to watch Ali as she lay nestled into the bed. Deacon pulled the bedroom door shut a bit behind Brutus’ tail and walked down the stairs, carefully skipping the creaky last one by stepping beyond it onto the main floor. His cottage was an elegant mini-mansion set in the back of the little village of Bibury, England. It was two hours outside of London’s metropolis and hidden away into what could only be described as a picturesque, fantasy village. You would expect to find faeries in his garden, and honestly, it wouldn’t surprise him either.
Crossing the main foyer of his sitting-room he led the boys to the back of the house and released them into his grand backyard and garden. They bolted out the door and instantly found places to relieve themselves before Brutus playfully tackled his older brother and they tumbled around in the freshly cut grass. The backyard was more exquisite than the front, with an in-ground pool situated directly in the middle, the castle aesthetic extended into the courtyard and made the area feel equal parts open and protected at the same time. High fences on both sides were laced with growing ivy and pockets of wildflowers peeking through as well as bright white and pink rose bushes along the grounds. In the back of the yard, beyond a small stone wall, were large trees, originally planted for privacy though since no one lived behind him for several years it rounded out the look of the yard. He always felt safe when he came home. And after the last few days, safety was what was needed more than anything else. Safe and quiet. Deacon watched the boys tumble around in the yard for another minute before he walked away from the arched wooden door to the back, leaving it open for them when they were ready to come in again and walked across the room and down the hall to the front of his house.
The inside was elaborate, with high ceilings and a combination of natural and synthetic light. There were bookshelves everywhere and a small desk near the front door where he usually deposited his keys, wallet, and any mail he’d gotten when he came home. At the moment, the roll-top was down, shielding his personal belongings behind it. Opening the antiqued wooden door with its metal bracers, much like the one you’d see in medieval English castles in some BBC program, he looked down to see a basket and a small metal rack containing six glass bottles of fresh milk. With a soft smile, he picked up both, pushing the door shut with his foot and walked into the kitchen. Inside the basket as a small egg crate containing 12 farm fresh eggs, a small container of strawberries and ½ of a wheel of cheese, wrapped in brown paper. The cheese he placed in the fridge, setting five of the six bottles of milk in there as well. He left out the eggs and the milk, moving to turn on his kettle and filled it with water. This was part of his routine whenever he was home and for all its simplicity, it was one of his favorite parts of being here.  Picking up three of the eggs, he cracked them in a bowl and mixed them around with some cinnamon and sugar, setting the mix aside as he moved to get out a few thick slices of brioche from his bread box. As he started working on breakfast Deacon’s mind was awash with the goings-on that had brought them to this point. 
Aliviya had handled meeting his family with a grace he’d not seen in hardly anyone in a very long time. Especially dealing with his aunt Amelia, his mother’s younger sister. She was never a fan of the Moore men, even her own nephews seemed to irritate the woman and she liked to bring up how they were wasting their time with each and every one of the women or even men that they chose to spend their lives with. His mother had told him once that Amelia was jealous she’d never found the kind of true love her sister had and to some degree, Deacon believed her. She was a terrible woman but even without using Mike as a distraction, Ali had been able to deal with the woman with the tact of a hostage negotiator. Watching it had made Deacon fall even further in love with her. It was her handling of one of his former friends, Langston, that had really won him over, however.
Langston and Deacon had been friends since they were old enough to know one another, meeting when they were only children in primary school and continuing their friendship clear into the early years of university. He was still friends with Deacon’s sister, Charlotte, though the relationship with Deacon had soured long ago. Several years back, at some non-essential party, the boys had attended, Deacon had a few too many drinks and Langston, who was a flamboyant gay man that would put Mike to shame with his behavior, had taken what he’d always wanted from Deacon, despite the first man wanting no part of it. He was too drunk to protest and Langston had taken advantage of the situation. The other man had always been determined and aggravated in a way when Deacon had told him that while he was supportive of his lifestyle, he would never love the other man the way that he wanted. “You’re family Langston, I will always love you like a brother.” Apparently, that had been the wrong set of words to describe the man because Langston had lashed out at Deacon and ultimately stole his ability to protest or fight back. When he’d come around again, Niall had been the one to tell him what had happened and a mortified and disgusted Deacon had told his former friend to stay away from him, if he was going to take what was never going to be offered to him because he couldn’t show Deacon the same type of respect he had been given, then there was no way they could continue to be friends.  
Deacon hadn’t dealt with Langston for a few years and the time apart had not been kind. He knew that the other man had been dealing with a situation in his family, his father had cut him off and when he’d gotten sick, Langston was expected to put everything he’d ever been and ever wanted to the side and stand beside them, giving them all of his time, effort and love in tumultuous seas surrounding them. For all his extravagance though, he was actually doing quite well being a representative of the Pearce family at events. To some degree, Deacon had been impressed but he had told Ali only the bare minimum about what had happened between the two of them, just to be sure to reiterate that they were -not- friends any longer. 
Sometime during the dinner party at the house, Deacon had lost track of Ali and had finally found her sitting with Langston of all people, not just talking but getting him to laugh and actually participate in the conversation. She was leading it slightly but the other man seemed to be genuinely enjoying what they were talking about. He only overheard part of it but it was something about her life and what she liked to do when she was with her friends, how she’d come to be in Deacon’s good graces and how having him love her was the best thing that had ever happened to her. While Niall had later pointed out that Langston was likely looking for anything he could exploit, as he does, it was nice to see his chicken manage to soothe the raging beast Langston could be.
The party had been a grand event, with all manners of people coming and introducing themselves to the Moores and now to  Aliviya, since she was going to be part of the family as everyone seemed to see it, she needed to know how these kinds of things go. As they were standing off to the side watching the likes of Christian Marcone and his wife Emma, Killian McLeod, and his fragile wife Camilla, Deacon had tried to explain how this little game works.
“This is a bit like that biopic we watched on Miranda Priestly, we have to acknowledge each of these people by their names as though we not only know them but know a bit about their lives, and they do the same to us out of respect and hope that we will continue to do business with them in the future.” 
He motioned to Ajay Patel, who had arrived alone as usual and then did the same to a handful of other people. “We may not work directly with them, most of them are partners of my father or people who we keep close so we can see them betray us from a closer vantage point.” He nodded his head towards Embry Powell as he’d said this. Deacon had told Ali about enough of the situation with Langston that he’d wondered if she was actually doing just as the rest of them were…keep your enemies close. Langston had eventually gotten bored of the conversation and had bowed out, leaving Ali alone for only a few moments before Deacon had swept in to save her from the vultures once more. The days that followed the party, before they were heading out to Greece were spent taking her and Mike around London, showing them the sights and some of his favorite places to go, as well as introducing her to the Moore family stables where they kept some of their prized horses as well as rescued farm and exotic animals including Mabel the Alpaca and a rather ornery cassowary named Dirk.
The stables and surrounding lands were overseen by another friend of the family and almost a brother to the Moore children, a man named David Cotterill. He and his father had been in charge of taking care of the Moore Estate for generations and though David was a highly attractive man and Langston had attempted to sew the seeds of doubt within Deacon by telling him that Ali was probably down at the stables flirting with the muscle man he had enough faith in her and his true friends to know nothing was ever going to come of it. 
Deacon frowned as he carefully dipped the buttered brioche into the egg and cinnamon sugar concoction he’d been working on. He had been hopeful that enough time had passed between him and Langston that the other man had grown up. Behind him, he heard the clattering of paws on the hardwood as both of the boys came inside once more and sat down in front of their named bowls. Deacon smiled back at them, telling them he’d get their breakfast in a few moments, they had to wait. A soft whine from Brutus told him the younger was going to be in a protesting kind of mood today, but he ignored the dog and returned to his cooking and his thoughts. As the bread sizzled on the pan, he took the strainers off of both cups, tossing in a splash of fresh milk to both cups before adding in two cubes of sugar to one of them. Breakfast would be done in no time and the tea would be at the perfect temperature as well to drink without having to wait for it to cool too much.
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The day before the Moores were departing for their private plane to Greece, Lord Moore senior had pulled Aliviya into his office to talk to her. Deacon had asked his grandmother for her family heirloom ring and while she was willing to give it up, Harrison wanted to find out more about the young woman. Deacon had no idea what they had talked about but considering he had heard laughter coming from his father’s office a few times, it must not have been anything too serious. Harrison was a strong man, he put up with very little and was very direct about who and what he wanted for his children and if he liked Ali then it was a good bet that Deacon was going to be permitted to do as he pleased carrying on this relationship. One thing that had caught him a bit off guard was when Roman had come out with one of his father’s special whiskey glasses in a bag, making it, undoubtedly to a lab to be analyzed. Of course, it wouldn’t have been so easy to just accept whatever Ali had told his father about her life before she’d become St. Michael, he would have to test her and find out for himself.
Deacon had wanted to say something about it but there was something in his father’s dismissal about it that had sparked a bit of confusion in him but he’d let it go. If Harrison wanted to tell him, he would but right now there was nothing to really go off of. Deacon didn’t know what that meant and at the time it hadn’t mattered. Now though, he made a mental note to ask his father about it, considering there was something about the whole situation.
Once out in the international waters, guests had started pouring into the massive Burgess Octopus superyacht. This particular model could keep 26 people in 13 luxury, individual rooms, and had two helipads, one of which was reserved for a medical helicopter should one ever need to be called. The yacht had two pools, two very large dining areas one inside the lower deck, and one on the top deck. The rest of the eight decks of this 414ft ship housed anything from jet skies to a private high-speed boat his father often used for fishing, and its own fleet of cars to a glass-bottomed observation deck and its own entertainment center. It was an extravagance most people would balk at but the Moore family had two of them and at any given time they could be either in the waters around Santorini, Greece, or in the Mediterranean waiting until they were needed. The guest list for the event included dignitaries, celebrities, and anyone who may have considered themselves of a higher caliber than others. As he’d given the two the grandest of grand tours, Deacon had to stifle a laugh several times. They weren’t being particularly funny, but it was so different having people who were genuinely surprised by the lavish lifestyle the Moores and their equals lived.
Deacon had taken Ali and Mike out on the jet skies in the first few days of the trip, introducing them to the type of life Ali was going to have just at the tip of her fingertips. He knew she wouldn’t need to have it but sometimes it was nice to disappear into the lap of luxury for a while. Deacon had taken Ali onto the mainland one night for a particularly romantic date set up to look exactly like a picture she had shown him once of her mother’s favorite place.
“I wanted to give you the chance to see the world as I do, so long as you’re in my life, Chicken, I’m never bored, never alone, and never unhappy. I love you, more than there are words to tell you, and more than there are hours in the day to try to show you.”
Deacon had proposed to her there on the beach of Santorini, down on one knee, alone and away from everyone else and everything. He’d been planning this for some time, and while Ali had told him once that she wasn’t ready the look on her face had said it all.
“Oh, Deacon…I told you, as long as it’s an appropriate time, I’m always going to be yours. But…”  
“No chicken, no buts. We’ll make it work. I want you in my life, every hour of every day for the rest of my days.”
The tears that had come to her eyes had made his heart swell and as he’d put the Cartier diamond on her finger, he felt like his entire life now laid out before him and he was the luckiest man in the world. He had been, as they had spent the night together overlooking the port in Santorini, the windows open, a warm breeze blowing in and making the curtains around the bed dance to their own beat. They had lain together, a tangle of arms and sheets together, forgetting there was anyone else alive in the world as the glow of the city took over the dimming light in their room. For that moment, they were the only thing that mattered.
Harrison and Francesca’s anniversary was two days ago though it felt like it was a lifetime ago. No one throws a party quite like the Moore’s and especially not Francesca. Because of her fashion career she has gotten to rub elbows with the best and brightest in film, music and everyone in between so the guest list had included everyone who had been at the estate party a few days prior as well as Hollywood’s elite actors and actresses, dignitaries from as many countries that could attend and in the middle of it all, Deacon, Aliviya and Mike.
Deacon had done his best to prepare his chicken for the insanity that the party was going to be, loud music and a lot of conversations and bodies everywhere, and probably some people that would have her on her toes. “Nana will be here, of course, she’s never missed one of mum’s parties” Deacon had said over breakfast.
“Nana?”
“Well...she’s no one here’s actual grandmother..” Ben began as he sat down beside Ali, his eyes falling on the ring before he overlooked it. If they weren’t going to say anything, neither was he. “But it’s easier than saying Her Majesty every time. When we were little she had insisted”
“Did you say, her majesty?” Mike balked, looking down at the eggs he was served and nodded to the waiter. “As in, the Queen?”
“Of course, who did you think I meant?”
Deacon pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing to go down some of the guests with them. “The good thing is, it’s unlikely you’ll meet everyone, considering how many are actually going to be here tonight, that would be impossible!”
“Watch me. I want to meet Kris Jenner, that woman is a legend” Mike quipped and everyone at the table laughed. As the morning had gone on, however, Ali had started feeling under the weather. 
Deacon had spent much of the day in the secondary private deck with her but after the second time she had thrown up and she was complaining of an itch in the back of her throat he had called the ship’s doctor to take a look at her. Somehow, she had gotten something fishy in her breakfast which was causing her to have an allergic reaction. No one really knew how it happened, it must have been a mistake but the type of oil wasn’t even anything in the kitchens. While Ali was relaxing in their room, Deacon had gone topside and was watching as the chefs and staff were arriving for the party. Most everyone was coming from the mainland through some kind of mode of transportation, there were a lot of pickups and drop-offs happening on the far end of the ship where generally no one was going to be. Every year, the Moores hired a musician and live band to perform at their celebration and this year was no different, except this year the entertainment was one of the youngest performers to earn a Billboard Music Award. Her name was Tiana, her music had a haunting tone to it but her vocal range was amazing, especially for her only being 17. Deacon nodded his head to her and the rest of the band as they disembarked and began getting their equipment off the boat that had brought them. 
As the new chefs were brought onboard for the party and everyone was caught up in the special diets, allergies and otherwise, Deacon had been watching over them all hoping that whatever had happened earlier wouldn’t be risked a second time. The hired chef this year was Nikolai Wolfe, a Michelin Star rated chef that usually worked out of France or Norway but also had a restaurant in Las Vegas and was soon to be opening one in New York. Deacon was looking forward to his dinner, it was going to be heavenly. He hoped.  
Mike was down in the room with Ali keeping her company and trying to take her mind off of what had happened but all he could really come up with to talk about was how her breakfast had been veritably poisoned. 
“I don’t want to be that guy right now but, my money is on Langston.”
“Why woulb you say thabt?”
“He doesn’t like you and Niall was telling me that nice guy act is just his way of getting what he wants. Of course I can’t really go accuse him in front of everyone but...”
“I can’t belieb I have to miss the parby!” Ali’s puffy eyes welled up and Mike pulled her into his arms, rocking her softly.
“You won’t, I’ve seen your recover from worse. Remember the Halloween party we went to?” That got a pained laugh and he snuggled up to her tightly, playing with her hair until she fell asleep. He managed to wiggle out of the bed with her and left enough room for Deacon to replace him. A few hours passed before Deacon was sitting up again looking back at her as he fumbled with his tie. 
Leaning down over the bed, he kissed Ali softly, using one knee to steady himself on the bed. She was looking better but still seemed too uncomfortable to do much else but lay in the bed. He was upset, but not necessarily at her. This  wasn’t her fault, she wanted nothing more than to be up there with him, wearing the dress his mother had given to her and hobnobbing with the rest of the guests. Sighing, Deacon had say back on his knees and looked at her. 
“Are you sure you want me to go up without you chicken?”
“No...but you need to be out there with your family instead of down here with me. I might start feeling better soon and I want you out there to show me around to everyone.”
Deacon kissed her again, nuzzling her softly before he left their cabin and joined everyone on the main deck. Finding his way to his parents through the throngs of people he apologized for not being around but inwardly he really would have rather been downstairs, not dressed up like this and enjoying the quiet.
“How’s Aliviya?”
“A little better, the redness is going down finally, she said she was going to try to come up in a little bit, hopefully before the real festivities begin.” Deacon let out a sigh and Harrison smiled softly, moving over to him and gripped into his shoulder with a firm but comforting grip.
“You’re the same way I am whenever your mother is sick, so let this hopeless romantic give you some advice, hovering only makes the missing her worse. Aliviya is a strong headed woman with a big heart, she doesn’t want her own situation to overshadow our day, and I respect that from her. If she can make it, she will and I honestly believe she will do anything she can to make it” Deacon smiled and hugged his father, allowing himself to relax, especially when he saw how everyone else was enjoying themselves. Mike had been surprised by his...well considering how close they were dancing at the moment Deacon doubted Travis was the ex any longer, and Colin was snuggled up close to Rachel as the music shifted to a slow dance.
Deacon drifted from one foot to the other, changing partners a couple of times between Kim Kardashian to his niece Tess and eventually to a beautiful blond woman he felt like he recognized but he couldn’t quite place. She was striking with a shoulder length bob haircut and bright green eyes. Her dress was Valentino from what he could tell and she moved with a grace one would expect from a dancer. Her name was Roxanne, she was a friend of...someone, Deacon hadn’t really heard, and with so many people on the ship tonight, it really wouldn’t matter.
After dancing for a few songs and mingling with some of the people he would consider acquaintances rather than friends, Deacon had been almost elated when Colin had appeared at his side and told him that Ali was on the top deck and looking for him.
“I worked some magic, Ali’s up above” Colin had stretched the word a bit as he’d noticed the other woman who had her hand on Deacon’s shoulder but disregarded her entirely when Deacon had thanked her for the dances and went to find his love. Ali was standing on the veranda above the party looking stunning in an ombré pink to deep purple spaghetti dress and her hair pinned up in a bun with small butterfly pins wound up in it. For a moment, all he could do was look up at her in awe before ascending the short stairs to the side of her and scooped her into his arms, kissing her deeply.
“Chicken, you look amazing.” His mother had made the dress especially for her to wear tonight and though it had looked nice on the hanger, seeing it on her now, beneath the soft lights of the ship’s decorations and the moon above, if he hadn’t known better he would have thought her an angel in that moment.
“Feel like mingling?”
“I think I can do that...” Deacon wrapped her arm around his and led her down into the fray, introducing her to a few handfuls of guests, the most important being Christian and Emma Marcone and his “nana”, the Queen herself. Giddy as she ever was at these things, the Queen had spent a good few minutes examining Ali, her dress, earrings and her choice of “sensible shoes” before letting them go but extending an invitation for them to cone to tea. As she disappeared into the crowd, her like green hat bobbing through the masses, Deacon barked out a laugh.
“Well...what do you think?”
“I just met the Queen of England. I...me, no one...I just. Wow! I love her!”
“She likes you, which is truly something, if I’m honest...”
Deacon smiled and showed Ali off to a couple more people before they found themselves off to the side of the ship, in one of the quieter areas; they were few and far between but there was enough privacy for the two of them to breathe without a million people around them. With a few minutes alone with her, Deacon leaned into her, kissing her neck under her ear and ran his hands over her hips, pulling her into his arms.
“I love you, and I’m glad you felt like you were able to come out finally.”
“Me too. I might not last much longer though, starting to wear out.”
“It’s just about time for the cake and fireworks, why don’t I go find us something to nibble on until then?” He leaned in and kissed her deeply, feeling his heart swell as he did so. Walking away, he hadn’t even noticed Roxanne off to the side. Once Deacon was gone, she came out and looked over Ali, almost as though she was trying to study her before coming out to talk to her. Or else she was playing her lines, that was half the fun. 
“You look exhausted, are you alright?” 
“Hmm...oh. Hello. Yes, I’m alright. Who are you?” 
Extending her hand, Roxanne smiled brightly, still trying to keep this up for as long as she could though her patience was running thin with this little game. When Ali had taken her hand, she’d seen the ring and for a moment, forgot herself. “.....Roxanne.” She trailed off before catching hold of her thoughts again. “Lord Moore is a very big catch, how in the world did you manage to convince him into marrying you?” 
“....I didn’t catch him. And I don’t see how that’s your business.” 
“Well. I’m just trying to figure out what he would see in someone like you. You really have no place here, haven’t you figured that out by now?” Ali looked taken aback for a moment and tried to excuse herself from the conversation, she was upset, obviously but to have someone call her out on her relationship with Deacon, again...
For their part, Roxie could only smile at her, and it wasn’t the most comforting of smiles. Stepping back from her, Roxie reached up and pulled off the wig, looking down at Ali and dropped the fake accent to her voice too. “I had really hoped you would have just stayed in your little room so no one would have to deal with you but it seems you just can’t take a hint.” 
“Langston. It’s you that can’t take a hint. Deacon isn’t interested in you, and the way you keep trying to insinuate yourself into his life, making him think you’re some beautiful woman...forcing yourself on him....You don’t want what’s best for him, you just want to control him.” 
Langston snarled at her and stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them. Putting his hands on either side of Ali and boxing her in he looked down at her. “I love him. I have always loved him, and who the hell do you think you are? You came from nothing, you’re no more than something shiny he’s playing with...you’re just going to end up taking him for all his money and leaving him miserable.” 
“You really are crazy, aren’t you?” Ali had flinched, Langston knew he was bigger than she was and the ring had only made him see red. He knew, in his heart that Deacon would never love him but it felt like every man he’d deemed worthy enough for his attention would rather fuck each other than dare to touch him. With everything swimming around in his mind, seeing the Cartier ring on Ali’s finger only drove the proof further home than he was prepared to deal with emotionally. He wanted to be happy for Deacon but all he wanted to do was erase this hideous little spot from his side. 
Deacon still wasn’t entirely sure how the next part had played out. He had been walking down the stairs with a few small plates of snacks for him and Ali to share when he had seen Langston strike her across the jaw and in doing so he knocked her off of the ship. She had been trying to scoot away from him and wound up with her back to a small opening in the ship, near one of the emergency exits. Ali had lost her balance but before she’d fallen over, she grabbed hold of Langston and pulled him over the side of the ship with him. Deacon had dropped the plates he was holding and run to the side, hitting a button on the panel closest to him which served as an emergency alert signal. The ship was already stationary, at the very least but that was still an impossible fall to have survived and with it being near twilight he could hardly see anything. 
Roman and a small security team were the first ones to him, after that it was a small handful of people, his mother and father, brother and of course, Mike. Deacon had been poised to jump in after her when he saw Christian Marcone take off his coat, rolex and step out of his shoes before diving over the side, trying to search for Ali in cold water. Deacon was beside himself, and watched as a few others went over as well. Harrison took hold of his son and told him to head below deck to the very lowest level, they’d be able to get Ali back in the boat from there. It felt like slow motion as it had happened but everything had actually gone quite quick. 
When Deacon had reached the lowest level where the loading areas were he saw Marcone and Callahan dragging two bodies back. Panicked, Deacon had taken hold of Aliviya’s arm, helping them get her back onto the ship. Mike was being held back by Travis as Evan performed CPR on her and only stopped when she coughed up water. Harrison had moved to do the same to Langston, who looked a bit ridiculous now in a drenched dress, no heels and makeup smeared across his face. In his anger, Deacon had charged the other man to kill him, potentially but he was stopped by his brother who turned him around to see Ali start to breathe on her own. The whole of the party seemed to be watching this drama unfold but none of it mattered, so long as she was breathing. Harrison had been the one to lay a blanket over Ali as the EMTs that were on staff began to strap her to a board to be air lifted back to the mainland. Deacon had only given Langston one final, over the shoulder look before he followed the men up to the helipad and told Mike to go with her, he would meet her there. 
Six hours in a hospital in Santorini while she was checked out for broken bones, luckily she had none, whiplash, which she did have, and hypothermia. Deacon had been sitting beside her, holding her hand as she was wrapped up in several blankets. In all of her fear and sadness, when Ali had come around she had still apologized for ruining the party. All he could do was snort, it wasn’t her fault but she was unconscious again before he’d been able to say anything. When things had managed to calm down and Ali was sleeping more peacefully, Deacon had a chance to sit with her. He was taking her out of the hospital as soon as she could be moved and would be recovering with him, alone in his own private home. He felt guilty for not seeing that the ‘woman’ he’d been talking to, he’d been trying to keep from getting too handsy had been Langston the entire time. 
For his part, Langston was gone. No one was certain where he had gone but he’d been in the hospital for a few hours himself and when someone had gone to find him, he was just...gone. Deacon’s anger for him was so great he hadn’t even cared. Hell there was part of him that would have wanted the man shot where he stood, but while that was the way of the Marcones, that wasn’t how a Moore dealt with their problems. As soon as she could be moved, Deacon and Ali were gone too. Harrison promised to deal with this situation and their PR people were trying to control the insanity that was taking place on social media around the whole thing. 
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Deacon carefully took the stairs back up to the master bedroom with a tray in his hands. He had sliced the fresh strawberries and topped the homemade French Toast with them and a light dusting of sugar. As he came into the room, he set the tray down delicately, so as not to spill any of the tea and sat down on the bed, running his hand through Ali’s hair. She was going to survive, of course, her body was bruised and looked as though she had fallen through a solid piece of glass rather than the ocean, it was amazing that she had survived the fall honestly, but she was hard to get rid of. No matter how badly some people wanted her gone, it would seem. He couldn’t make sense of Langston’s hatred of her, she was the woman he loved more than life itself, why wasn’t that good enough? 
Leaning over her, Deacon softly kissed her forehead, and then both of her cheeks, her nose and finally her lips. It was a soft tease at first before he deepened it when he’d taken her mouth finally. “Chicken? Can you wake up for me, love?” Ali’s eyes fluttered awake and Deacon smiled at her as he settled against the pillows behind him. 
“I made breakfast.” 
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theartoftiinyideas · 5 years
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the most extravagant insult ever
[oikawa tooru x fem!reader]
a/n: can you tell i’m thirsting for everything haikyuu yeah okay me neither phew
word count: 2.1k
summary: “are we going to kidnap oikawa tooru?” “no, we’re doing something much better” it’s time to avenge a fallen sister! bring the revenge!
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“Can somebody please tell me what the hell we’re doing here?” You asked mostly in annoyance, but alarm was quickly beginning to set in as your two friends proceeded to haul you into one of the school labs’ supply closet that was surely to be unoccupied during lunch break. When you were supposed to be eating. Which you were just rudely dragged away from.
“Explain. Now.” You demanded as soon as all of you had crammed into the too small space, the door closing behind you to envelope the three of you in darkness. Great, just great, where was the damned light switch?
Someone turned on the flashlight on their phone—Sumiko, who else, she was the dramatic one—and brought it under her chin as if she was about to tell a creepy story around the camp fire. “Welcome, chosen ones, for our first official briefing.” She deepend her voice on purpose.
You rolled your eyes so hard you were surprised you hadn’t caught a glimpse of your brain, Kaori—your other friend—snorting beside you. No words were needed between the two of you to silently agree that whatever Sumiko was scheming now, it was best to go along with it. At least until both of you figured out what the hell her intention was. Then you could stop her from causing disaster.
“The culprit,” she continued in that fake, deep mafia boss voice, fumbling with her phone for a bit before shoving the bright screen in your faces, “is this guy.”
You raised a brow at the picture, recognizing the person in it easily enough, but refusing to acknowledge you were about to do anything related to him.
Kaori blinked. “We’re going to kidnap Oikawa Tooru?”
“Please tell me that���s not the plan,” you groaned.
“What? No.” Sumiko’s tone returned to normal, coated in bewilderment. “There’s no time for your wild fantasies, Kaori. We’re in the middle of a serious discussion.”
“You guys can’t tell me I’m the only who finds him hot. He’s like a 12 out of 10; and that’s if I’m being mean.”
“She’s too far gone, Sumiko!” You exaggerated, placing a hand on your friend’s shoulder. “He has already beguiled her with his vicious charm! We must finish this mission without her!”
“How right you are, fellow comrade,” said Sumiko, going along with your little theatre performance. She took it one notch further and gripped your hands tightly, her eyes fierce. “We shall put a stop to this devil’s reign of terror and save hundreds of innocent girls. For her sake!”
You clamped down on your bubbling laughter. As much as you were enjoying it, this moment was way too perfect to be ruined by dropping out of character. Kaori heaved a sigh in mock surrender.
“Jesus christ, fine, let’s start an Oikawa hate club. Just spare me your horrendous acting skills.”
“Excuse you, our acting is flawless.” Sumiko feigned offence, and you could practically hear Kaori roll her eyes as she turned to you. “Why do you hate that guy so much anyway? He hasn’t done anything to you.”
You mulled over your words. “Hate is a very strong word. Hell, I don’t even dislike him, he’s just plain annoying with that flamboyant personality of his. 90% of the school adores him and it’s been going on for. Three. Years. People need to find a hobby other than wanting to marry him.”
Nobody immediately replied after your little speech, and you wondered if you’d been too harsh or had taken this once-totally-irrelevant thing too far, but you could see understanding flash in your friends’ eyes. All of you were familiar with The Great Volleyball Star, Master Ladies’ Man Oikawa Tooru, since you started high school the same year as him. Fine, he wasn’t exactly ugly, but he was just always there in the school hallways, being too nice, chatting people up left and right like he was everybody’s best friend. Girls wanted to date him; guys wanted to be him. He had every student and teacher under some kind of spell. It surprised you how terribly few thought his behavior to be... fake. Nobody was that goddamn cheery all the time.
“Well, I,” Sumiko interrupted your internal monologue, “absolutely despise him.” Beside the joking tone, her eyes carried enough anger for that inner ‘uh oh, home girl in trouble’ feeling to activate in your gut. Kaori seemed to noticed it too.
“Spill,” was Kaori’s only reply. We switched to pure business mode.
“It wasn’t me, if you’re wondering. I’m too smart for that. But Akane isn’t.” Oh god no. That’s Sumiko’s little sister. “Long story short, she wrote him a love letter.”
Silence. “...and? What was his answer?” You asked, unable to bare this weird, protective tension that had settled over the group.
Sumiko blew out a breath. “That’s the thing. It’s been six months. I found Akane crying last night.”
It was stupid. So so stupid. But you couldn’t stop yourself from scowling. That prick. He probably received thousands of letters each month, and chocolates and confessions and what not. You couldn’t really blame him. But—actively or not—Oikawa had made it personal, and a plan had already formed in your wicked little mind.
“Girls,” you spoke up, glancing at them both as a smirk rose to your lips. “That bitch is going down.”
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You paced impatiently before the huge double doors of the gym, waiting for the signal text from Sumiko and Kaori, who had already slipped inside at the beginning of volleyball practice. They were the spies of this operation, intently keeping watch until the boys were done for the day, so you could bust in and perform your solo act.
In all honesty, the windows were open and everyone inside was so goddamn loud with their shouting that you had a pretty clear idea what was happening inside, but you weren’t about to ruin all the careful planning and excitement. You went way overboard. Or maybe it would just seem lame and stupid. But for a guy that was just so extra, you deemed it a fit punishment. Loud, quick, and most importantly, extravagant.
You heard the sharp sound of a whistle being blown. “Alright! That’s it for today! Clean up and then get to your streches.” A murmur of agreements sounded, then chattering began.
“Iwa-chan! Let’s collect the balls together!”
Ugh. That was definitely him. You hoped Iwa-chan said no.
Your fingers itched to check your phone for the fifteenth time, but you knew you would hear a ping if a notification popped up. You were getting jittery, or giddy, or perhaps just nervous, but you were ready to act. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his pretty face.
Ping. You whipped out your phone faster than lightning. It’s go time, the text read. You didn’t hesitate. With all the might and drama stored in your very bones and soul, you let the double doors of the gym fly open as you crossed the threshold, stepping inside, chin up and hands on your hips.
Any sort of movement halted at your arrival. Boys in sweaty clothes regarded you in confusion, the cleaning forgotten. Oikawa had been standing backwards to you, talking to a guy who seemed ready to pounce on him before you entered. He turned around now with a ‘huh?’ escaping his lips, but when his eyes fell on you, he just smiled lazily, no hint of surprise gracing his features.
No doubt he thought you were just another fangirl. Perfect. From the corner of your eyes, you glimpsed both Sumiko and Kaori recording on their phones. You didn’t give Oikawa a chance to open his big, blabbering mouth as you brought your hands up to your lips, forming a makeshift megaphone to carry your words better as you shouted at the top of your lungs:
“OIKAWA TOORU SUCKS!”
The aftermath was everything you hoped for and better. Sumiko and Kaori started howling first, the rest of the team joining in immediately after with teasing and whooping as they all glanced at Oikawa, who stood frozen, jaw dropped and eyes wide open as he dramatically clutched at his heart, his hands forming into fists.
“Hey! That’s so mean!” He whined sharply, then turned his head to one of his cackling teammates. “Iwa-chan, stop laughing! That girl is insanely rude!” He made sure to point an accusing finger at you.
You were on fire, your grin practically feral. Sumiko and Kaori had already left, taking the back exit just as planned. Good. Now for the finishing touch.
“Hell yeah I am!” Your words echoed on the walls. “Not everybody likes you. Fucking deal with it. Good day!” And with that, you spun on your heel, slamming the doors behind you with a defiant boom. You didn’t stop running until you reached the school gates, where the girls were already waiting for you, beaming.
“Show me the goddamd video.”
i’m very tempted to make a part 2 uwu
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oscar-mildes · 4 years
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elvira you know I always see what you're hiding in the tags,, I will always read it if you answer all of them abhsjdbs
nev you asked for this and im going to go thru with it bc im an oversharing idiot like oh you asked me how’s the weather i will tell you about all my trauma instead :D 
What do you identify as and what are your pronouns? i’m cis yo i’m she/her. i’m biromantic ace. thats the label i would put on it i guess. i really just refer to myself as gay bc i like pretty boys who look like girls and pretty girls and pretty nb and queer people and basically i just like pretty people ajsfbjf
How did you discover your sexuality, tell your story? theres no story to it. no epiphany or realization. i just always was ok with thinking that girls were pretty and that gay people are cool and it wasnt until recent years that i was like oH SHIT AM I GAY
Have you experienced being misgendered? What happened and how did you overcome it? no i guess bc i’m a girl and id as a girl and have a very obvious girl body
Who was the first person you told, how did they react? i guess my best friend. we’re both very ok with gay shit and we just always made comments about pretty girls and now we’re both pretty gay. i like my big tiddie anime girls and she likes her pretty kpop girl bands
Describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel? i’ve only “come out” to some of my friends. i would NEVER in my LIFE even imagine telling my mom i like girls. shes homophobic Like That
If you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react? uhh see above. my mom, stepdad, family members are all homophobic. hispanics in general are Like That rip. i think my dad would be the most ok with it but he lives in mexico and i dont talk to him often anyway. doesnt matter
What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality? i hate when people ask me about the ace part. like they have a bigger problem about my not wanting to have sex over the liking girls part tbh. sometimes it’s difficult for me to even describe where i am on the ace spectrum. it’s honestly the more difficult part 
Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear. basic nerd. you know those fics like “she dressed in a black t-shirt, skinny jeans, and all star converse” yea that she is me
Who are your favourite lgbt+ ships? ajkfj this is a good question and canon wise i love Ash and Eiji from Banana Fish, Uenoyama and Mafuyu from Given, Nezumi and Shion from No. 6, and Simon and Baz from Carry On. Not canon i love Kurama and Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho, Izuku and Todoroki from My Hero Academia, and Inosuke and Tanjiro from Demon Slayer. Note how most of them are anime i
What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any? i dont really wear any bc im lazy. if you like it you do you but idrc for it? except for lipstick i LOVE lipstick i have all the colors. i wear it so it distracts people from the rest of my face
Do you experience dysphoria? If so, how does that affect you? ...no
What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard said about the lgbt+ community? i live in the south so ive heard tons of shit talk about gay people. i dont really have any that stand out. my mom just likes to say that we’re going to hell :D so let’s give em a show ay
What’s your favourite thing about the lgbt+ community? i guess i like how we find solidarity in each other just bc we’re not straight. most of the lgbt+ folks i know are pretty chill about everything
What’s your least favourite thing about the lgbt+ community? terfs but they dont count
Have you ever been to your cities pride event? Why or why not? i live in a small town and i could never sneak out of my house for that bc i still live with my mom so no
Who is your favourite lgbt+ Icon/Advocate/Celebrity? theres so many big celebrities now that id as lgbt+ but im going old school and loving my man, my tumblr url namesake mr Oscar Wilde. my man got put in jail for sodomy 
Have you been in a relationship and how did you meet? lmao never bc im mean, ugly, and terrible at talking to people irl. i had a bf in middle school? but bc i was 12 i dont count it 
What is your favourite lgbt+ book? Carry On and the sequel Wayward Son. (very anxiously waiting for book 3 Anyway the Wind Blows come on Rainbow Rowell)
Have you ever faced discrimination? What happened? for being gay? no. bc im not really out. ive faced discrimination for being a brown woman tho :)))
Your Favorite lgbt+ movie or show? yall i love gay anime: Given, Banana Fish, No. 6, Yuri on Ice yeee. i dont really watch tv with real people but i think that Brooklyn 99 does a very good job with Holt and Rosa yall im love Rosa
Who are some of your favourite lgbt+ bloggers? theres bloggers??? um idk i love u nev so you count right @why-do-you-pick-flowers
Which lgbt+ slur do you want to reclaim? for a while everyone was mad as hell about “im gay for ___” and idk im gay for everything so thats a “slur” i use for myself
Have you ever gone to a gay bar, or a drag show, how was it? ive never gone omg i’d probably be intimidated as hell like i have a lot of problems just existing so to be existing around very flamboyant and extravagant people like that makes me break into a nervous sweat
How do you self-identify your gender, and what does that mean to you? ive always felt like a girl even tho my mom always said “oh you like boy things??? you should have been born a boy” but like, your likes and dislike dont determine your gender. i like “boy” things and “dress like a boy” but i dont FEEL like a boy. ive never had any desire to become a boy or id as a boy. gender is a social construct fuck society
Are you interested in having children? Why or why not? i have a very complicated relationship with children. babies are ugly and toddlers are annoying but i feel like if i had children i would love them obviously because theyre mine. this is gonna be a weird analogy but like i dislike cats. BUT  i have cats. and i love the fuck outta them. so i feel like thatd be me with kids. but im ace so like.... who would even have kids with me. i could not. pregnancy seems like a hassle and adoption is... i have thoughts on that but thats for a different post. also i can see myself being married and not having children OR having kids without a spouse. theres just something complicated about having both??? maybe im just fucked in the head idk bro
What identity advice would you give your younger self? you dont hate girls you like them, dumbass
What do you think of gender roles in relationships? fuck gender roles. get pegged, bros. i also have a very specific dynamic if i ever got into a relationship (which you know. wont happen) but like if i dated a guy i feel like i’d be very top. a MAN telling ME what to do??? fuck that. but if i dated a pretty girl??? top me pls
Anything else you want to share about your experience with gender? i think ive already said too much oh god someone is gonna look at this and be like what the FUCK but like lmao dont be afraid to ask me i apparently have no shame
What is something you wish people know about being lgbt+? it’s scary at first because you think “im not normal” but like pray tell me what is normal. do what makes you happy. fuck society
Why are proud to be lgbt+? i’m comfortable with the people i like. i might not be very confident and i have depression, anxiety, self esteem issues, probs adhd or ocd idfk but at least i know if i see a pretty girl or smth im gonna be like wow that girl is pretty and have no bad thoughts about it. it’s just how it be. after a lot of dissecting my past behavior, ive always been this way. you cant change who you are. just accept it
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This is my Secret Santa for Rowan @lithuanias​ for @yoisecretsanta18​ !! [if I didn’t messed the names here]
I planned this drawing since day 1 -- but when I came to draw it I needed context... then for a stupid thing I did I needed even more context... so the fic was born!!
You can read it on Ao3 or here after the read more. This drawing is on Twitter too.
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Yuuri has always loved dragons.
Since he was a child he’d grown accustomed to dragons, a friend’s parents were dragon trainers. He spent most of his time after the afternoon lessons in the trainers’ grounds, playing with both of his friends there. He loved it when the adults let him ride a dragon, and he even began to learn how to perform to participate in local competitions.
That was the reason the trainers invited him to watch a performance in another city. He was very excited as presentation was being held with renowned personalities who had won high places in international competitions. They were doing a world wide tour to show the best of the sport. Then, it happened and his life was never the same.
Yuuri was twelve when he met them. The beautiful boy and his majestic dragon. There were older riders performing who were more experienced than the boy, but Yuuri was enthralled by their program. Their amazing display of grace and harmony, showed their compatibility and training achieved even at the rider’s young age.
After that he threw himself into practice, all the free time he got was used to train. The adults happy to get a student who was really invested in the training. It wasn’t really their job, but they tried to give him all the opportunities they could offer. He soon asked his parents for his own dragon. He really, really wanted to have a dragon so precious like her, with that elegant figure and pretty scales, clearly well taken care of too.
His parents considered it. Unfortunately, they couldn’t afford to have the same kind that he was asking for, as they had no room nor income to maintain such large dragon, but they saw the sparkle in their son’s eyes. They got him a dragon.
The dragon was still a baby; the same height as their son. They knew when it grew up it could easily reach double the height of a tall adult, and that was just speaking about the height!! Dragons were huge, you know? And from what they were told, it looked just like the other dragon, just with scales a bit more darker than its original inspiration.
They saw the raw happiness radiate from their child as he named the dragon after his idol.
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As a young adult Yuuri kept going to exhibitions to perform, even more than just the local ones he used to participate in when he was a kid. But with his current level he couldn’t make enough to provide all the expenses needed. As much as his family wasn’t short of money and a dragon were really tough when facing any issue, but they were still high maintenance.
So he kept flying and learning new acrobatics, but as soon as he could he got a job to help with his parent’s bills. Not everyone owns a dragon, so he used that to his benefit. Mail by horse was still the forte of local provincial communications, but if someone wanted to get a faster service they opted for dragon mail. Giving his local knowledge and history as a rider, he got hired quickly.
He also took advantage of his new work. When he got to go to faraway places he could spend a couple of days there and join some neighbourhood’s acrobatic performances or competitions. This wasn’t going to really give him a “name” in the field, but he could get experience, easy money and even a few contacts if he decided to step into the professional world. Ah, how much he hoped.
Maybe after saving for a while he could just take a long break from working to join a troupe of sign up to a bigger competition. He still needed to improve first, then he could show their skill to the world. One day he could even fly wing-to-wing with them! Only imagine it, competing at the same level, a new performance that would show how proud of himself he was. Imagine getting praises from <em>him</em>, or even an invitation to play a program together.
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The first time Viktor saw the boy in a competition.
The competition was not a big one nor one where he was participating. And again, he didn't even watched the boy compete there. They met after it was over.
Frequently he used part of his spare time to check new faces in the sport, so he watched smaller competitions and shows. Usually the ones ending in higher standings would continue training and get to be big names in the future.
As he became more famous he tended to make himself invisible to the public for not being recognized, melting with the mass of people. Not wearing his flamboyant clothes and covering his distinctive hair. Entering and leaving the arena when no one watched.
It happened one time he was already leaving. Then he saw it, a dragon similar to his. Confused for a second as his mind reminded she was still far into the mountain and noticed the discrepancies. His dragon was smaller yet its color slightly different.
While he was busy thinking, a boy appeared from behind the creature. The boy was checking the straps of the saddle and some bags attached to it. The stranger’s clothes were extravagant, like the costume a participant could wear. But unknown. He didn't see him in the arena before.
He didn't remember a dragon of this breed neither, but again, he didn't get to watch all the competition. Later, he went to the information stand and learnt that indeed there was a participant like that. He decided to check the next time he saw his name.
And, woah, what a good decision it was. There weren't many occasions, but each time he could watch the boy and his dragon fly, was a delight. Such artistic programs, if not for a small lack of technique, surely could win a big deal of events.
Each time he watched them fly he got more and more attached. If the reason was they beautiful movements on the air or the beautiful looks of the riding boy, he didn’t mind too much anymore.
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Over the exhibitions Viktor watched, he noticed how the boy grew confident with their performances improved their technique. The boy, Yuuri, still lacks some skills last time he saw, but nothing that fitting training could not fix. What if they talked? He could teach Yuuri what he was lacking! Which of them could win then?
He really wants for they to chat now. It seems like a good timing too, as he looks the official list of riders for the current contest. ‘Yuuri Katsuki’ is written between the names of his rivals this time. There still time before the competition begins, so he concludes he could try his luck checking the stables. Elated, he goes to the next building, but when he arrives the place is empty except for the dragons.
Walking resigned around the room he realizes there is a free box stall. Approaching it he reads the name tag of the box and smiles, then approaches to his dragon prepare her to go outside. He wonders what could Makkachin think if he manages to get them a new dragon friend. Together with its human friend, clearly.
They can’t be too far, as the opening is soon. He concludes to take a few minutes of searching could not be wrong and leaves riding. Outside he notices a deep rumble, almost like a heavy purr, like when he grooms the scales of his dragon’s neck. They follow the sound and… there is he. Viktor pauses to breath for a few seconds, then asks Makka to move again.
“Hi!!”
Yuuri jolts when he hears the voice ringing in the room. He was pretty sure he could be alone with Vicchan for a while before the competitions begins, but it seems someone decided to get rid of his chance. He didn’t even notice someone was near them, the fool! He turns his head around and this time he almost falls in surprise when recognizes <em>who</em> stole his chance.
There, just a few meters away from them, is Viktor Nikiforov.
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He has no idea how. Really, he has no idea! But, right now Viktor Nikiforov - The Viktor Nikiforov just asked him if he wanted go for a ride on Makkachin. With Viktor. Viktor Nikiforov. He even knew his name!!! This means he’s surely delirious, right? His brain must be thinking he’s asleep. Did he slip from Vicchan while flying? Is he dead?
Still awestruck, he nods to the offer and stands up in the saddle. Nervously takes the open hand extended in front of him and tries to step on Makkachin’s stirrup without falling. He sat down and looks how Viktor is giggling to himself. What is so amusing? He can’t think, he is too busy looking at how gorgeous Viktor looks with that pretty outfit.
As he keeps looking, not like he’s staring!, the giggles morfes to an amazed laugh. And, Goodness!, he loves that laugh. But Yuuri doesn’t get what’s wrong yet.
“I know you need only one of us to command Makka, Yuuri. But still both of us should be looking forward. It’s… safer that way, don’t you think?” Viktor says, still snickeringa little.
Then he does notice what is wrong. He curses in his mind as he notices the terrible amateur mistake he made. The idiot just got onto the saddle backward.
“S-sorry!” Ashamed, he stands up quickly turns on the saddle and sits again, babbling incoherent apologies while Viktor just laughs louder and dismisses them telling it’s not serious matter.
Then, they take to the skies with Vicchan following them. He’s already calmed down after five minutes or so, when Viktor cuts the silence speaking again.
“You know, I laughed but it’s not too bad, Yuuri! Actually, everyone made a mistake or two from time to time. You’re aware of that, surely.”
“That doesn’t mean they are idiotic mistakes like this. I doubt it,” he says, stubborn as no one else could be. He knows it. Viktor chuckles.
“Oh well, if you really think it, this only give me the opportunity to extend my offer.” They land and he feels a gentle pat on his back. He looks over his shoulder as Viktor continues talking. “Since a while ago I’ve planned to propose sharing training information with you.”
Yuuri just keeps looking speechless. Is this really not a dream? Viktor grins at his expression.
“What do you say? Want to train with me?”
‘Like a dream come true’
He smiles and nods.
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shinondraws · 7 years
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Ship ask: originshipping
Oh boy. This is very likely my most hated ship of all. Definitely THE NOTP. I’m not even going to go to the details on how there is no canon base or arguments based on canon that would support this in any way. The way I see it is that the characters just happened to be in the same place at the same time and even had the same profession (Pokemon Champion). The end.
The reason why I dislike this ship so much is both in how nonsensical it is and also in how people who ship it claim that it makes perfect sense. Of course it does, because they make the characters, usually Steven, so OOC that it’s not even the same character anymore. So instead of working with the character traits they have to alter them to make it work. Which speaks volumes on how “compatible” Steven and Wallace are.
“Opposites attract” is a very popular argument in pretty much everything but in this case the two characters are just too different for anything except for some form of friendship/peer oriented relationship would work. And the different features and interests of the two characters don’t in any way complement each other but instead they clash rather violently. 
Some examples lie in personalities. Steven is a very composed, calm and careful and with his upbringing he’s even expected to be restrained. His fondness of travelling and exploring caves speaks volumes about his reclusive tendencies. Wallace on the other hand is a very flamboyant and extravagant personality and he loves to be the centre of all attention. 
In addition their interests also clash greatly. Wallace is very dedicated to contests and all sorts of flashy things while Steven would love nothing more than spend all day inspecting rocks. They do share the passion for Pokemon, but that also comes in very different forms. They training and battling methods are nothing alike and neither are their interests in terms of their Pokemon related careers.
Additionally I really can’t see Steven being attracted to Wallace physically either. Wallace might be attracted to Steven but he’s not an idiot, in fact, he also strikes me as a very intelligent and perceptive man, and he would realize very quickly that here is nothing and there can be nothing between them. Steven also seems to be completely unaware of what people think about him. Either that or he skillfully ignores the thirsting people. If he was into any of that he would most likely have someone at this point. But he chose rocks over, well, everything. Rocks and Pokemon. 
In conclusion, it’s terrible ship with no solid base or reasoning whatsoever and it’s basically just reduced into a hot dude ship and/or people projecting their thirst towards either or both of the characters. Which is pretty much the basis for all shipping. But it doesn’t make this ship any more okay or sensical. Or good. It’s bad. Very, very bad.
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lia-snow · 7 years
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My 10 Fave Babes of All Time
Tagged by @faecakes​. Thanks! (I loved your selection btw~).
I think I did this one a while ago but I took the chance to make this my first drawings of the year :pp to start warming up again ww. These are in no particular order.
1. Horokeu Usui (HoroHoro) / Shaman King.
Horo was probably my first masive 2D crush. I obsessed over him like a psycho lol. I learned every single little thing about him (and I mean trivial stuff like... the exact numbre of frame, page and volume for his first appearance xd), the meaning of his name, the name of his techniques (which were in Ainu). Oh, and also, SEIYUUS! Horo started my obsession with making seiyuu connections x) (I was never really fan of Ueda Yuuji, tho). And I really admired Horo... I felt he was like my soulmate, my perfect husbando. So, based on priority right, he should be like my #1 bae :')
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2. Hinata Hideki / Angel Beats!  &  Kuga Aki  / Kamisama Dolls.
I'm putting them together because they're both special characters to me for the same reason: I knew Kimura Ryouhei because of them, and I loved him from the very beginning. Coincidentally, I started watching Angel Beats and Kamisama Dolls at the same time, and the contrast between these two characters, voiced by the same seiyuu, made me fall in love completely. They're both so different. Hinata is a bright, loyal, energetic boy while Aki is this manipulative, rude, meticulous, violent guy (though he's also super calm and indifferent about certain things). Hinata had me loving his voice changes whenever he was put into ridiculous and funny situations while Aki got me melting becasue of his manic laugh. I love Hinata & Aki both as characters, not just because of Kimura, but they're the perfect examples of why KimuRyou is my fav seiyuu <3 <3
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3. Kise Ryouta / Kuroko no Basket.
Oh boy..... my love for this man burns like a thousand suns bursting, ISTG. He's too pure too good to pretty too shiny too precious for this world. Ok, I admit... Kimura Ryouhei is partly at fault here lol. Kise actually reminded me a lot of Hinata and I liked him from the start too, but soon I started loving every single little thing about him. He's introduced a little as an arrogant dude but soon enough comes to change after his loss against Seirin (I loved it when he cried sddsffg). He's like the cheerful, carefree member of the group, but he also shows so much determination, strength, and even selfishness. But I really think he's the most admirable of the Generation of Miracles. And he's so pretty I wanna cry everytime I see him, sob.
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4. Judal / Magi.
Yes, the Kimura Ryouhei syndrome continues... but I swear it's coincidence(?). Judal caught my eye since I saw him in the opening (that sequence when he's falling, grabs a white rukh and turns it black it's mesmerizing), but when he was finally introduced in the show, I WAS DOOMED FOREVER. Goddamn, I loved his personality. Even if he's a little bit of a psycho, I loved his childish arrogant attitude. He's like my twisted son ♥ Except... not really a son, because... he makes me feel things 6//6 (???). Aahaahgsdjhk yes yes ok, I love his design, really, L O V E   I T ♥ ♥.  His long braid, those beautiful ringed eyes, the makeup on them, the necklace and bracelets, that crop top, those abs, DAT WAISTLINE  aksjdhjkashdkjhgasgasd ⁄(⁄ ⁄ ⁄ Д ⁄ ⁄ ⁄)⁄ He needs his own manga, there's just never enough Judal in my life.
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5. Nozaki Umetarou / Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun.
I've said this before, but it me. Nozaki is me, I am Nozaki (except I'm not tall and handsome lol). Looks cold, mostly serious, suuupr dense in some subjects (specially about love and romance), zero experience in love... but somehow still makes love stories! His shoujo manga is terrible haha but he's surprisingly popular as mangaka in spite of that x) I bet if I were to draw a manga it would be as ridiculous as his (or if my comics serve as an example... well, there ww). He has this stoic aspect, but he makes the most idiotic faces when he gets excited too~  I think Nozaki is more socially skilled than me but we're both awkward anymway(?) xD. He's my spirit animal ♥ 
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6. Netherlands & Finland / Hetalia.
Ah, my time in the Hetalia fandom... feels so distant :') Italy was my fav at first but then I started roleplaying Fin (the first chara I ever roleplayed) and my love for him kept growing from there. He was just too adorbs <3 I got to know a lot of super nice people, both on the internet and irl, because of him. Also, back then I listened to lot of metal music, and I always pictured Fin as a secret metalhead xD And then Netherlands... I don't remember exactly how I started liking him, I remember they released the chara design, stuff happened, and then there I was cosplaying the dude. Hahaha ah, even though I loved Fin, I couldn't identify with him cause he's super cute,  happy and lovable; but Netherlands was more like me~ Stoic, cold, tsundere. Over time, Netherlands became my favorite over Fin, but they're both special.
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7. Furukawa Nagisa / CLANNAD.
My precious child. The purest girl ever created. A National treasure, istg. She's not the type of female characters that I usually like, but somehow she got me from the start. She's too adorable, sweet, innocent and good. She's just too good!!!!!!! She's always caring for others, always supportive of her friends, and tries her best even though she's phisically weak and lacks confidence. She's so strong and admirable, she makes my heart melt. CLANNAD made me cry rivers and hit me hard when... well, when After Story happened. She's the type of character that I want to protect from all evil. I also LOVED Nakahara Mai's performance as Nagisa, btw. I kept watching her scenes over and over just to listen to the cutest voice akjshd <3 I really love this child ;//;
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8. Licht Jekylland Todoroki & Lawless / Servamp.
Well, as you would expect x) It's probably obvious that I love them both so hard. And I want to clear up for the records that it's not just because I love them together, or the homo hints flying all over the place between them. I love them both as separated characters. I really admire Licht. His resolution, his unbreakable spirit, his attitude, the hard worker he is, his strength, his pure innocence about the things he loves, his vision, his badassness, his frankness, his creativity...  He's a gem, the type of person I could never be :')  ALSO, HE'S HOT AF. Lawless is so beautiful. He deserves the universe. I feel him more in a spirital way. How he lost faith in everything, how meaningless lives seemed to him, the vicious cycle he was in. But the fact he's able to change that (with Licht's help) is truly touching and praiseworthy. He made a deep impression in me. Ah, and of course, his flamboyant personality! He's such a dork ahah xD I love his nerdy side, his energy, even his bragging. And the fact that he can literally go from hotdamn vampire to cute hedgy in no time is amazing xD ♥ Also, his voice.... yeah, you know this by this point, but the fact he's voiced by Kimura Ryouhei makes him even more perfect than he already was (everytime I listen to the Drama CDs, I literally have to go back and listen to his lines again because kjahsdjkg perfection in my ears). So yeah, I love my boys ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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9. Morgiana / Magi.
Ah, Morgiana ♥ ♥ The ultimate example of the type of female character that I like. She's strong, kind, determined, tough, has a strong sense of justce, needs no one to do shit for her, BUT she's not arrogant, aggresive or extravagant herself. She's quite, starightforward and helpful. But she's also soooo adorable and cute!! The way she puffs up her cheeks when she's mad, her smile, the little tears on her eyes when he was encouraged by Hakuryuu, her happy face, the way she dances around wearing that exotic outfit... man she is gorgeous, she's amazing, she's a goddess. And dem kicks, THE KIIICCCKKKS, god she's a BADASS. She seriously became like a prototype of my perfect gurl. No kidding, after her, everytime there's a badass fem chara that I like, I call her "a Morgiana". And I know she's probs being "controlled" by Sinbad in the manga right now, but I cried when she said she has come to love herself because of all the time she's been with Alibaba. I'M SO PROUD OF HER <//333
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10. Special mention to: EVERY KIMURA RYOUHEI CHARACTER.
Agh, I just.... it's amazing how without a miss, characters voiced by Kimura always become my favourite. I always love them, for one reason or another. I mean, I have other seiyuus I love too (Kaji Yuki, Nakamura Yuuichi, Ishikawa Kaito, Sugita Tomokazu, Kamiyan....), but I don't always like their characters. But with Kimura, I ALWAYS do. I don't know all of his roles, obviously, but here's some that I absolutely love:
Takakura Shouma [Mawaru Penguindrum]  |  Yagami Riku [Prince of Stride]   Nishimi Kaoru [Sakamichi no Apollon]  |  Atou Touji [Tokyo Ravens]  |  Hauser [Nanatsu no Taizai]  |  Izuminokami Kanesada [Touken Ranbu]  |  Wakamatsu Hirotaka [Nozaki-kun]  |  Fujimoto Takatora [Aoharu Kikanjuu]  |  Kimata Hayato [Meganebu]  |  L-elf [Valvrave]  |  Furuya Chihiro [Sankarea]  |  Bokuto Koutaro [Haikyuu]  |  Shimotsuki Shun [Tsukiuta], etc....
- Special mention 2: Jorah Mormont, Eddard Stark, Jon Snow. Because I love GoT, and these are my favs, but I can't draw real people ww.
I’m tagging @pastenaga​, @stars-glow-for-you​, @adeslowmoqueen​, @rhomilch​ & @reimeijennoir​~ Feel free to do it if you want uvu/ Don’t worry guys, you don’t have to draw the charas to do this www Actually, you don’t have to write anything about them either lol my hand slipped(?)
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