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#literally all the other members were R or S EXCEPT him and it was irritating me sjdvjsbs
jaeyooniverse · 3 years
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today in my superstar playing news,, dawon S card!! 😋
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retvenkos · 4 years
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“the stars led me to you.”
requested
FALLING IN LOVE??? WITH CASSIAN ANDOR??? THAT HAS TO GO A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS...
you were a new member to the resistance
the empire had been a constant threat to your life, and you had always kept your head down
the whispers about a resistance on your planet were few and far between, but you swore you would join any resistance that existed
and that’s how you got where you were
trusting people you barely knew, taking risks that weren’t the least bit weighed, praying that somewhere out there - there was a power that would lead you to your destiny
you had seen cassian many times around the base
the stoic, intelligent captain that didn’t seem to speak to anyone except for a security droid that used to belong to the empire?
yeah, he was good looking and all, but he looked like one of those people who didn’t care that you existed.
then, as fate would have it, the two of you had to do a mission together.
it was simple recon
the empire was making some new weapon, no one knew exactly what
you were unassuming and had worked in factories similar to the one you were infiltrating before, and he was a seasoned spy as well as a pilot
it was a simple in and out. you didn’t need anyone else
don’t engage the enemy, don’t draw suspicion, just get in, find the details (and possibly a blueprint) and get out
and you believed that you could do it, even with stoic, mr. andor
...until all hell broke loose
the storm troopers could smell a rat and the trail led straight to cassian
two of them were taking him in for questioning when you shot them.
you saved his life.
but also blew your cover
“we weren’t supposed to be armed!”
“can you blame me?”
it took some of cassian’s quick thinking to get you out of the factory, but you were empty handed
...or so you thought
cassian had stolen a datapad with information on it
it wasn’t nearly as much as you had hoped, but you had been lucky to get out of there with anything at all.
was cassian a little upset about how the mission ended? hell yeah. did he not mention it because you had saved his life? you know it.
were you a little put out because cassian didn’t thank you for literally saving his life? hell yeah. did you not mention it because the mission had ended badly? you know it.
but you had to talk to him eventually. flying back to base in complete silence was not working.
“you saved the mission.”
you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, your voice polite.
“you saved me.”
“you’re welcome.”
he nodded and you rolled your eyes.
after that, you two worked together a few more times
you came to learn that it was  h i l a r i o u s  to annoy him just for the sake of being annoying
you and k-2so probably got a long way too much
cassian found you irritating. your charm relied solely on the fact that you were always there to save him or bust him out of a difficult situation. but you were reckless, not thinking before you acted. you were a terrible spy.
...but a good soldier.
a good friend.
you weren’t looking to fall in love.
you didn’t think that was for you. you had a rebellion to back up. you had a life that wasn’t suited to love.
you wouldn’t be able to come home at the end of the day and sleep next to your love, whispering sweet nothings in their ear until the morning, where you would wake up, your limbs tangled together like you were made for each other.
some things weren’t meant to be. not in this life.
not this time.
so imagine your shook when you look at cassian, and your heart flutters.
damn it all.
and it just had to be cassian andor - a man who’s married to his job, emotionally unavailable, and thinks you are a complete idiot.
stars, were you an idiot.
k-2, for all of his practicality, saw this coming from a mile away and was not in the least bit surprised when he registered how your heart raced around cassian.
he was not going to be your wingman, no matter how hard you begged.
he would, though, tell you quite bluntly the chances that cassian would actually like you back
“i know it’s one in a million, k-2. there’s no need to make me feel worse.”
“statistically, your chances are better than that, but—”
“what are you two talking about now? we have a job to do.”
“nothing important!”
one thing you did not have, though, was the ability to quell your impulsiveness
cassian knew that better than anyone
so why was he so surprised when, in the middle of a shootout, you confessed your love for him?
“i know now is not the best time—”
“it’s really not.”
k-2so is about to self destruct. he knew you didn’t do anything that made sense. but now???
“—but it’s the truth!”
cassian is honestly floored and he gets so thrown that he doesn’t notice the blaster trained on him
you shoot the enemy
that’s the second time you’ve saved his skin.
“i love you, too.”
“next time, confess your love when we’re not getting shot at.”
“shut up, k-2.”
AND FLUFF ENSUES.
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“ I’m the bad guy....duh. ” — Billie Eilish
Real Name: SOLANA PHYRE (”SOL”) 
Agency: ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ (Lava World)
FC: Duckie Thot
Unicorn Name: U-800 [+]
Place of Birth:  Ambrym, Vanuatu -  largest city and capitol of LW's largest planet; Vanuatu An over-populated city crawling with illicit dealings and even more dubious people and intentions. Police and other enforcers prowling the streets that are overrun with more civilians than there are of cops. But nevertheless, they don't take shit laying down. Sol grew up just down the causeway from her family's mechanic shoppe ahem chop shoppe She was thrown into the family business since she was able to light a welding torch - which happens to be verrrrrry early on and she took to it right away. She knows the ins and outs of the city she called home; having to know 'em in order to outrun the cops as well as conducting illegal underground above ground races
Appearance: Within the first few months of Sol signing onto ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ; she underwent surgery - after much begging and pushing from the agency. Ocular implants aren't as widely consumed as one would assume. However, they aren't rare either. Hell, 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙's own Ice Queen, Snow, had diamonds implanted into her irises. ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ felt it was a great idea to really sell the villain route of Nyx.
(What better than to make them tremble in fear just from your gaze alone? And to be able to see it from the track? Brilliant!)
They might have well had the conversations with themselves with the amount of input Sol gave. But, she gave in; secretly thrilled at the idea, though she'd never give ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ the satisfaction.
Piercing, molten gold eyes now stand out against her skin. The molten of her gaze almost glows in anticipation and when she's in the throes of passion and excitement. They dull, almost as if gold could tarnish, when she's expressing darker more sinister thoughts. It's in those times you should watch your back. However, she rarely lets it slip that she's concocting any sort of illicit activities and therefore - you should always be wary. 
"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer," as the old proverb states.
Swarthy skin as smooth as supple leather, but tough from living in LW as well as with the amount of time spent hunched over a blow torch and welding machines. Skin which takes on an almost ethereal sight when the light hits her just so and she is obsidian in the flesh. Typically her raven locks are worn long. However, when she was younger and growing up she could be seen sporting a buzzed style or her natural fro-curls. Due to ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ's villainous projection of Nyx, she continues to keep it long and straight for the most part - and then varying forms of the aforementioned. 
Wardrobe: Black glitz & glam spiked heel to your face. Blacks, blacks and more black. With gold, silver and red splashed throughout. Sol is typically the poster child of all that Lava World fashion has to offer. While she's out and about, mainly strongly influenced by ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ and their contract with the woman, she is seen donning either high fashion pretty clothes as she refers to them, or the counterpart of high fashioned battle / racing gear [ you know, leather or fabric pants, jackets, tops - and of course some stunning kickass boots? that's the one ]
Places most likely to be found: Most likely can be found in the stables with Uuie; or getting her mechanic on - legally or illegally especially if there's an upcoming race. Otherwise, she likes to live it up as much as she can with her "free time". She can be spotted at any bar or nightclub with her siblings living it up or if it's mandatory - a promo event that her agency sets up.
People mostly likely to be with: Her siblings; Hugo, Ember and Pele. As well as her fellow teammates; Flame and Widow. She does still keep in contact with some of her old racing buds from the underground scene.
Strongest character trait: Ruthless
Public Image: cut-throat. ruthless. brutal. aloof. cold and calculating. the bad guy. the one you hate to love and love to hate. a true villain. what is she gonna do next? and will it be legal? very much a tabloid trashcat lol
Racing Strengths:  tenacious. knows the limits of Uuie like the back of her hand - oh that's new - so she knows how to run him and the courses to the best of his abilities. she likes to think that she can easily adapt to a multitude of situations - whether it's due to a new steed, new course, even new teammates cough cough yrah right
Racing Weaknesses: pushes herself and Uuie to the limit. focused on winning, no matter the cost - except for in the case of Uuie as of late - she's grown soft with him
Personality: arrogant. headstrong. over ambitious. stubborn. sharp witted. silver tongue. quick reaction. an absolute instigator. somewhat of a bully. edgy and irritable. determined. observant. intuitive. confident. cunning. questionable motives for sure. untrustworthy - duh. sneaky. incredible liar. knows she's talented and takes it a bit too far. highly intelligent. nasty bitch. party loving animal. ruthless. aggressive. charming. cut-throat. brutal. aloof. cold and calculating. the bad guy. the one you hate to love and love to hate. a true villain. very much a tabloid trashcat lol hardworking. super handy. think female villainous tony stark she is also quite the lil cocky genius. she adores being center of attention - all the more challenging to get away with things - not to mention, being petty and subtle not so subtle in her tone and actions with others is so lovely~ will absolutely get inside your and her own head. ruthless. cunning. talented. hardworking. handy. can assemble and disassemble any and all unicorns and horses that cross her path after spending a few hours with it. can say the same for literally any other mechanical device / equipment. worries about stupid shit - specifically shit that she makes up in her head - ruthless. motives and means are questionable at best. shifty, shady lady. crass - sometimes doesn't realize it - it's just in her nature. insomnia is a real thing.
Biography: Sol grew up in a racing household. Well, kinda. Coming from quite a large, working family, Sol has never been one to shy away from hard work and working towards her goals. No matter the consequences. Her father used to race - unofficially, of course - but before then he was a mechanic. Constantly working on the horses. His father had owned and ran a shop specifically for the racers of Lava. Along with some shady chop shop goings on at the same time, and outta the same shop. Since her father and grandfather were so close, she was there everyday - learning the ins and outs of the . . . family business. Which only furthered her passion with the sport.
So, as soon as she could ride, her pops helped her get a rig of her own totally not stolen and they got to work building it up from the base it was literally a chassis. The majority of the work fell onto Sol's shoulders because not long into starting, her grandfather passed and her pop was thrown in jail not for long, but still .
Sol, being the eldest of her siblings, she hauled ass to complete her stallion, that she aptly named Frankenstein - yeah she was well aware that wasn't his name, but she liked it waaaay better than adam bleghh. The next day after his completion, she took him to an underground track where there was talks about races took place and positions won cash. Competing in her first race went . . . smoother than she anticipated. However, that isn't saying much seeing as how she not only lost but Frank was nearly destroyed when the ground shifted beneath him and they toppled to the ground, his large frame landing on top of her - effectively breaking her right arm.
After that point, she was constantly rebuilding Frank - eventually having to scrap him when there was no longer anything to rebuild and continue the same process over and over again. To say that Sol got in the experience of racing is an understatement. The amount of race time she put in rivaled that of the older crowd who'd been attending these events for years even before Sol was born.
Winning the races came after. The money going back into the family's food and shelter. But a few times, more often than not, the first place went to Sol for reasons outside of the stats of her current beast. No one could really prove it. And it wasn't like others participating weren't conducting similar measures of their own - it was just a blow to the pride when they believed that this . . . kid was the cause of the sabotage.
Fast forward a few years and Sol's name was known on the beat as the mechanic with wicked stats and even more wicked intentions. Winning unknown underground races was no longer thrilling for her anymore. Especially since no one posed any serious threat to her. Either because they all sucked or because they were too chicken shit to attempt, she couldn't be sure. But either way, she didn't like it. The only one to give her a run for her money was the now infamous Widowmaker. But since signing on with ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ, the scene has been . . . lacking.
Sol was excited for her long time friend and rival. Though she never could brush off that pang of jealousy she felt for being left behind. Regardless of her age.
It wasn't until she was 17 that things were beginning to look up for the eldest Phyre child. She'd just won a race - one that took place under and around the ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ agencies recruitment station and stalls where they house the unicorns and horses, ya know to add a lil spice to game. Well, their antics and noise drew the attention of the cities police enforcement as well as agency members. Sol was skilled enough to bolt, not lucky enough to get away. Turns out, ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ had been keeping tabs on the girl for awhile now - not to mention Widowmaker spoke highly of her - that they asked for her to join them. Unofficially as of the time, of course legality purposes and all bleghh.
Having known who exactly who she was and the family she stems from, they knew the exact role she was going to play within their agency. And since Sol had no issue conducting . . . less than legal means, they continued and played up that strength of hers ***though they would never admit out loud or publicly that what the rumors posted are true in any form of the word / i mean what ?***
Since her signing with the agency, Nyx has been the ever fan favorite villain. Her ruthlessness on and off the track knows no bounds. ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ has never been one to shy away from the drama or the dirty and the nasty and having Nyx's villainous tendencies, that she will do anything she has to in order to get what she wants, slip out into the public, well, oops, oh well
Nyx’s image and her skill with her Uuie have brought her moderate success. As of late, however, she's been quite worried about whether or not the agency is going to drop her - that she's not a fan favorite anymore. Which to be honest . . . she's still a favorite - the kind you wanna hate and love it. She’s good, no doubt, but she’s no Snow or Supernova. Which honestly, she never expected to be - they have waaaaay more experience than she ever will, but still~ However, with the currently rising Flame, with wins and popularity, she is in her right to worry some. Though, it's nowhere near where her imagination takes her. So, she has decided to go off script for the time being - continuing her tasks passed down through the agency - but also making sure to keep up her own appearance. Anything to get what she wants. Nyx doesn’t take no for an answer, so she’s going to do whatever it takes to get to the top. Even if it means exacerbating all the rumors of foul play that already surround her.
She's painted as the villain, right?
Might as well give them what they want . . .
Relationships:
Snow -
Sky -
Ice -
Supernova -
Sunbeam -  
Flower -
Flame -
Nyx -
Widowmaker -
Playlist:
lucky you | eminem ft. joyner lucas
rap god | eminem
killshot | eminem
'till i collapse | eminem ft. nate dogg
lady in red | jolin tsai
el chapo | the game
don't be nice | watsky
punchin' bag | cage the elephant
mess around | cage the elephant
ride | zz ward
raise hell | dorothy
wicked ones | dorothy
monsters | ruelle
copycat | billie eilish
bad guy | billie eilish
all the good girls go to hell | billie eilish
dangerous | royal deluxe
unstoppable | the score
natural | imagine dragons
control | halsey
beekeeper | keaton henson
paint it, black | ciara
Headcanons:
As Nyx; she's expected to be a villain - always; that includes when out in public and at events. She has to play the part and well, be villainous. She doesn't mind, but also doesn't want to lose fans cause she's playing at being a bitch to them. Apparently, the die hards don't care, cause she's constantly in contact with them.
knows quite a few die hard fans by name and can spot them outta the crowds. she's a lil weary of a few of the more stan-y of them.
has kicked some of the creepy fans ass; which only helped solidify her Nyx role . . .
hasn't dated anyone since signing onto ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ | has had quite a few fuck buddies though - even having a buddy for each day of the week at one point. has toned it down however to just 2 - gotta satisfy that appetite
does have quite the lil crush on Flower; mainly because of how similar she sees them. Not to mention, she's such a cutie. Anytime they're together or near, she likes to tease the girl~
she likes to tease and make others uncomfortable regardless - it's just sooooo much fun
even though she can adapt to any horse / unicorn thrown at her, she has her fav; Uuie - she's sentimental that way
so she resorts to just makin' adjustments and any mods she can get away with
doesn't really like it when the agency throws a new horse at her while Uuie is undergoing repairs - but deals; begrudgingly
listens to music loudly while she's working / training etc. to the point where it makes it extremely difficult for her to hear anything else going on around her
insomniac
really, realllllly skilled in mechanations of all sorts
constantly in contact with her siblings - actually pretty close with them
they run the family business without her while she's off "being a super villain"
her father is still in prison and refuses to give up any information on his "alleged" illegal activities
he's kinda the big dog on site; has quite the following and is extremely proud of his oldest daughter and what she's become
looks up to her teammates; Widowmaker and Flame - though will NOT admit to the latter of the two; because she feels like it makes her look and sound weak and she canNOT have that
taken a play from flower's app has merch of her own team, specifically her own shiit; cause she's vain and LOVES how she's portrayed. what's wrong with having a small room dedicated to ʟᴀᴢᴇʀ cough cough herself
actually loves playing the villain; it isn't too far off the mark from who she really is
she's a lil more . . . lively than her villainous counterpart think harley quinn type lively
when she's Nyx; she hardly speaks - not really needing too - but when she does, expect, cool, acid tones to drip from her lips; sultry and cabaret sounding - while her normal tone is actually more city slang and more bubbly
sleeps in the nude OR an oversized shirt that typically hangs off one shoulder there is no in between
Family/Other Characters:
Baskara Phyre [ grandfather ]
Kiran Phyre [ father ]
Aithne Phyre [ mother ]
Hugo Phyre [ brother ]
Pele Phyre [ sister ]
Ember Phyre [ sister ]
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thevoilinauttheory · 4 years
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Never-Ending Survey | Maximiloix
Tagged by @elegie-de-sang! Thank you so much, and thank you for your patience! It’s been a while since I got this orz
Tagging: uhh... anyone who has wanted to do this and hasn’t! Please! Do! It! And tag me! I want to see all of your lovely characters!
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BASICS.
FULL NAME: Maximiloix Soleil Voilinaut
NICKNAME: (Hates all of his nicknames) Max [by most], Maxie [by Caromont].
AGE:  109
BIRTHDAY: 28th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
ETHNIC GROUP: Elezen
NATIONALITY: Ishgardian
LANGUAGE/S: Common, Old Ishgardian, Old Sharlayan, Dragonspeak (to a degree, his pronunciation is horrible), Sign Language; in the process of teaching himself Far Eastern languages and dialects; is familiar with Ilsabardian words and terms, unable to speak the language fluently.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Panromantic
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  It’s complicated. Legally, he’s single.
HOME TOWN / AREA:  Ishgard, Coerthas
CURRENT HOME:  Mist, Limsa Lominsa
PROFESSION: Teacher, Aetherologist, Historian
PHYSICAL.
HAIR: Unnaturally white with hints of brown. Base of neck length, kind of wavy. Very well groomed and taken care of.
EYES: One is a whitish-silver, the other is a light teal. Almond shaped, with constant bags under them.
FACE: Squared, angular jaw. High cheekbones. 
LIPS: Kinda average for his face shape and size, always wears lipstick.
COMPLEXION: Tanned from outdoor work, usually on the paler side.
BLEMISHES: Aside from the bags under his eyes, he has very few visible blemishes.
SCARS: A lot. Mostly covering his chest and back. The most noticeable ones are the thin scar along his cheek, and a nasty deformation on his right arm.
TATTOOS: Geometrical patterns are tattooed around his entire body, everywhere except his face, to help him cast magic easier and more efficiently.
HEIGHT:  7′4′‘
WEIGHT: ~200lbs. 
BUILD: Lanky and frail looking. He has muscle due to his time as a logger and Templar, but he is lacking in physical strength with his old age.
FEATURES: Long and well kept fingernails, well-groomed. All other prominent features have already been stated.
ALLERGIES: Deathly allergic to mushrooms.
USUAL HAIR STYLE:  Well washed and maintained, looks very soft. It is usually kept loose. On rare occasions, it will be tied back to keep it from getting in his face while he works.
USUAL FACE LOOK :  Annoyed, irritated, and angry.
USUAL CLOTHING:  Does not have much of a closet - or he does, and he prefers to wear the same thing everyday. Garishly long white robes, tight black pants, black high-heeled boots, and a black eyepatch.
PSYCHOLOGY.
FEAR/S: Drowning, being buried alive, being alone, being forgotten, losing his friends and family, powerlessness.
ASPIRATION/S:  To correct his many mistakes, and hopefully become on good terms with his family. Or at least speaking terms.
POSITIVE TRAITS: Protective, inquisitive, friend to the poor man. He *does* know how to have fun, I swear.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:  Almost constantly annoyed or irritated at something; power-hungry; selfish; will not hesitate to throw anyone under him when it comes to gaining new power and knowledge.
TEMPERAMENT:  Choleric / Melancholic
SOUL TYPE/S:  16% Educator / 15% Thinker / 12% Leader
ANIMAL/S: Falcon.
VICE HABIT/S: Alcoholism, Self-Martyrdom
FAITH: Halone, apparently. 
GHOSTS?: Believes in them to a degree.
AFTERLIFE?: Kind of?
REINCARNATION?: A more plausible and sensible option after death.
POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Absolutely loathes people of noble birth, unless proven themselves to *not* be assholes. Stays on the side of the poor man, and will fight for their rights.
EDUCATION LEVEL:  While he doesn’t know everything, he does know a lot for someone who’s education level is “I learned how to read”. There were no schools for him to attend as a child, so he learned through experience, traveling, and reading.
FAMILY.
FATHER :  Adelnard Voilinaut
MOTHER :  Genevieve Voilinaut
SIBLINGS :  He is the eldest of 9 - here’s a list.
EXTENDED FAMILY: He has a lot of children and extended family members, and here’s a list as well!
NAME MEANING/S: Based off the Common, Eorzean, name, Maximillion - which means “Greatest Rival”. (Also I just used the random name generator and went “what a cool ass name” until I learned how to pronounce it.)
HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None, in-game.
FAVORITES.
BOOK:  Will never admit it, but thoroughly enjoys raunchy romance novels. Good luck finding his collection.
DEITY: Halone.
HOLIDAY:  The Starlight Celebration. It gives him a reason to (begrudgingly - to keep up appearances) give gifts to people.
MONTH: Likely the 6th Umbral Moon (December)- not only the month of his favorite holiday and season; but it was the month he met Caromont as well.
SEASON:  Winter.
PLACE: Says Ishgard, but really wherever his family and friends are.
WEATHER: Loves snow, maybe not blizzards, but definitely show showers.
SOUND / S: Silence, tea kettle boiling, pages of books flipping.
SCENT / S:  Coerthan cedar; Dravanian Lilies; Furymint.
TASTE / S:  Furymint, black tea - lots of salt.
FEEL / S:  Wool and mink. Sanded down and polished wood; cold stone.
ANIMAL / S:  Likes animals, will not own any. Falcons are his favorite.
NUMBER: 3,582. Specific, but there’s a reason behind it.
COLORS: White, blue, gold.
EXTRA.
TALENTS: Magic and all things magical in nature; the ability to learn new things quickly. 
BAD AT: Focusing on anything that is not studying or interesting to him; cooking; can’t swim; bad at dealing with people - even worse if the person is upset. 
TURN ONS: Major turn ons include having his hair pulled on, and being embarrassed in public or in front of others. He is attracted to intelligence and someone he can lean on; being attractive is a plus.
TURN OFFS: Needy, or greedy for his attention. Displays low intelligence in situations that do not call for it. Sexually, does not like preforming oral - does not like mouth stuff, whatsoever.
HOBBIES: Reading, teaching, studying new things, traveling/adventuring.
TROPES: Jerk with a Heart of Gold; Big Ego, Hidden Depths; Villain with Good Publicity
QUOTES:
“He is not yours to burn - get out, GET OUT!”
“I have not felt such exhilaration in years…”
“I am not stupid, I am mad. You were a fool to trust me in the first place.”
MUN QUESTIONS.
Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          
A1 :  It would probably be one of those villain origin stories, either of his life growing up; or it would be him slowly going mad - like my Memories!AU. It would be very dark, definitely an R movie, maybe even something horror-esque. As for titles? /shrug I’m no good with those.
Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          
A2 : Definitely piano, organ, and harpsichord based. Maybe a little violin and cello. Something soft and somewhat haunting.
Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?          
A3 : Ha... ha... I don’t want to admit that it gave me a reason to be mean to people lmao. I’m generally a super nice person, a people pleaser, and a rug that everyone walks over. Max’s character was supposed to reflect a couple of things - if I handled my guilt worse than I have irl, and if he were the sarcastic, rude, bastard I have no heart to be.
Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?          
A4 :  ^^ The above. Max was originally supposed to be young, naive, clumsy, and an anxiety ridden mess; and for the love of god, do not get me started on his original design. He became the opposite of those things, and Lothaire took up the mantle of his original personality.
Q5 :  Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.
A5 :  Max is an absolute fucking asshat that can’t let things be. Let dead things be dead, kind of thing. Can’t move on. He will definitely step on his friends and family if it meant gaining more power.
Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?          
A6 :   The guilt of believing that we are the cause of the death to a loved one. I’m pretty sure I handled it better. We also have a lot of internalized rage.
Q7 :   How does  your muse feel about  you?          
A7 :   lmao, he probably hates me. I *am* the source of all of his angst and anger, tbh. His life has been a mess and it is literally all my fault.
Q8 :  What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?        
A8 :   Caromont, Shango, and Amarice - definitely. All three are people who push his ability to be a better person.
Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?        
A9 :  Max is one of those characters that everyday is inspiration for him - it’s just finding the motivation to write. He’s not necessarily my longest running XIV character, but he is certainly one of my favorites to RP. 
Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?          
A10 : A while - I lost motivation, forgot it was in my drafts, then got it done during my entire shift at work lmao.
A big ol’ shoutout to @shangomango​ and @amarice-sovald​ for their characters and helping shape Max into what he is today.
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askmyboys · 4 years
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Taz
Name: Taz | Gender: Male | Age: Oh god who knows | Species/Race: Darkness (literally, he's just- a pitch black being of pure darkness) | Height: 3 inches tall (he can sizeshift tho, I mean, it seems only natural he can do that) | Appearance: See, he has a human form of his own that he takes on, he can sorta like, its like a copycat situation, any human he sees he could technically take a form of like a doppelganger but he has certain styles and bodies he fancies... BUT his actual human form that he has wears a lot of punk like clothing, leather jackets with spikes on them, pants with chains hanging on them, combat boots, he also has a circle beard, his eyes in his human form are a dull grey-ish kind of color, he also has razor sharp teeth, pointy ears, and claws but he does at least hide the claws with black gloves with spikes on them, oh and his hair is like jet black and p much just flows. His true form is literally just a shadow-y cloud of darkness, nothing too special bout it really except for his eyes, they are a red color (he can shape himself into someone's worst fear or really just whatever he feels like if need be, I mean it IS a cloud of darkness, its like a shapeshifter situation, yeah!) | Personality: Now THIS is a true bastard incarnate, like seriously, even tho he's probably an ancient being of pure darkness, he acts like a toddler when he doesn't get his way, he has somehow successfully managed to annoy even the OTHER beings of darkness, he's more annoying then scary but he can use that to his advantage, he has annoyed a human so badly they moved out and when he followed them, they just... kinda broke.... Which wasn't as fun, now if he puts his mind to it, I'm not saying he CANNOT actually be scary bc he can, oh my god he absolutely can if he puts his mind to it, but he just prefers to be the most annoying lil shit to people to drive them insane that way, its much more fun! (tl;dr: He's a bastard, like usually I joke bout that but nope, he is 100% bastard who will steal your food and drinks and toss them away bc he doesnt actually need to eat then he calls you a bitch, he'll steal anything he wants truth be told, he doesnt care- hell, he'll steal your fucking loved ones away from you if you mess with him too much, he has a short temper and can get angry p easily tbh, honestly he'll just do e v e r y t h i n g in his power to make your life a living hell and your mind? S h a t t e r e d- even tho its not fun anymore when they break but eh it happens every time) | Side Facts: Welp uh, it DOESNT happen every time, he's living with a human right now and they haven't been broken yet, they just seem tired and irritated all the time for no apparent reason, they always look like they haven't gotten a good night's sleep in ages which is probably true, there's also another being of darkness that was assigned to this human so Taz here is ALWAYS trying to one-up him, NO being of darkness is better than him after all! He has a bit of a narcissistic streak in him, I won't deny that- So anything he does to the human, Taz can ALWAYS do better! This other being of darkness, Aldrich- who's description you'll see in a second- Taz just, he doesn't seem to like him too good and for good reason, Aldrich is definitely a higher class than him, a higher rank, top tier even- He is absolutely above Taz, and that's what Taz absolutely cant STAND, nobody should be a higher class than him, anyone above him needs to be put in their place, the way Aldrich talks and just- his attitude towards things doesn't help, he's too classy n clean- So Taz gotta see to it he deals with this human before Aldrich does. Gotta prove that Aldrich isn't above him in any way, nope- not at all! He's actually secretly scared of Aldrich, yep, you heard me- a being of darkness is actually afraid of something, he just acts tough and not scared around him, but, secretly, he is ABSOLUTELY terrified of this being, Taz KNOWS what he's capable of, if he just so wanted he could plunge the world into eternal darkness, and who knows that might be his goals for the future, might not be, Aldrich can be a v e r y unpredictable being, ya never really know what he's gonna do next, but- Taz will NEVER reveal that he's scared, nope- Aldrich CANT find out, or else... Well let's just say something not good will happen... Ya know, there IS a reason Taz is like he is, even if he is a being of darkness, it was when he was... y o u n g, well to the other beings of darkness he was young, to a human his age would have still seemed ancient, but anyways, he actually did have a family, in fact, him and Aldrich both did but, eh, im not gonna reveal a n y t h i n g bout Aldrich's family just yet, for now its time to focus on Taz, his family ehhh well... they weren't the best, they weren't good at all- hell I wouldn't even call it a family, its more like just a gang where everyone fends for themselves, nobody helps each other, the weakest are always left behind to die or fade away. Taz, he was... one of the weakest, I won't say he was the weakest of EVERYONE of them bc he wasn't there was someone else but he doesn't... talk about them, he just sorta repressed his memories bout them, hell, probs for the best- their probably dead now... Or worse, but his family never did care for him, no affection was had for ANYONE, almost everyone was out for blood or something similar to it, if you even THOUGHT about asking for help with anything you were considered weak and affection? What kind of being of pure darkness needs that stupid shit?! That was VERY frowned upon in his "clan" yeah, let's call it a clan, he's pretty much had to fend for himself his entire life, nobody to help him, nobody ever showed him any love or affection, it'd have made him weaker than that other being, or that's his mentality, love, care, help, all of that, it makes you w e a k, pathetic, the only way to get by is to rely on yourself and yourself alone. His "clan" treated him like pure shit, at first when he was "learning" about the consequences of asking for help, it was horrid, he got picked on, called names and even got hit and beat up, by what humans would consider his "parents" even, his father and mother tolerated n o n e of that, no "child" of theirs is going to have any affection, help, etc- It'll make them weak and they. will. NOT. have. a. weak. member. of. the. clan... After Taz grew up, he definitely became stronger, for sure, he also became more.... chaotic, more unstable, and he'd do anything and everything he could to get attention, at this point he just began fucking CRAVING it, he'd act out, do anything he could to piss his "parents" and the rest of his clan off, never in his entire life has he ever gotten any positive attention whatsoever, so whenever he didn't have any attention at all, it.... he just began freaking out and throwing tantrums, he couldn't deal without having any attention on him w h a t s o e v e r. Essentially, like, even tho nobody cared for each other n shit, they did have some kinda mentality to stick around with each other, it was mainly just because, they did AT THE VERY L E A S T need their kids to survive, survive the baby stages, and grow on up so there could be more of their species/race, once they grew up though, they were all on their own, armies were an option of course if need be, but Taz? He didn't need anyone, he d o e s n t need anyone, he can take care of things himself, he can do what he needs to, after all, his mentality p much got fucked up so badly now that he thinks any being who needs an army, help, etc- just any of that is weak- His childhood, fam, its all wack yo- my fingers are tired and I cant think of a better way to describe this, basically, they are the cause of why he's so fucked up like he is, why he's so chaotic, a punk bastard, and just- honestly a fucking asshole in general- bc of the mentality they basically FORCED onto him.
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chongjojunsalsa · 7 years
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Ice Pops
Word Count: 3079 words
Pairing: Seokjin/Everyone (because i’m thirsty like that)
Summary:
sunshinehobi i don’t know about you guys but that ice pop made my boner pop
[ alternatively titled: Popsicles, because they have a different name for it everywhere I swear]
Note: also posted on ao3, but tumblr is irresistible. come find me or continue reading under the cut!
The tension surrounding the coffee table in the Bangtan dormitory is thick and heavy and not something everybody is willing to wake up at 2am for. An emergency meeting, Yoongi had called it, while frantically knocking on everybody’s door in the middle of the night, his face a shade paler than it already is.
So around the table they sit, muttering under their breath how this is fucking stupid, let me go back to sleep, groggy eyes directing expectant stares at Min Yoongi while he paces back and forth, trying to think of a way to put his thoughts into words without making it sound too blunt. Nobody in their sleep-deprived state seems to notice that Seokjin is not sitting in his usual seat, wedged in between Taehyung and Yoongi, except for Jimin, who raises his hand half-heartedly and mumbles, “Why are we conducting an emergency meeting without Jin hyung?”
At the slight mention of Seokjin, Yoongi freaks. He slaps a hand over Jimin’s mouth with unnecessary strength, wide eyes darting around maniacally, his voice urgent and frenzied as he hisses, “Shut up, he’ll hear you.” Jimin grunts in pain and shoves Yoongi away, eyebrows furrowed in irritation, it’s too early for Yoongi’s bullshit.
Namjoon flattens his lips into a thin line, he knows how Yoongi is when Seokjin stays elsewhere for the night. “Yoongi hyung, Jin hyung isn’t even here, he can’t possible hear you,” he points out and barely manages to avoid the hand coming for his mouth.
“Yah! This is really an emergency!” Yoongi slams his hand onto the table in frustration unexpectedly, startling an already dozing off Taehyung and causing him to tumble off the couch. He glares daggers at Yoongi as he seats himself back onto the couch, a hand cradling the elbow that he’d hit on the coffee table. All of a sudden, the members are alert, it’s rare to see their second eldest hyung this worked up. He wouldn’t act this way unless it were really an emergency. They exchange worried glances and comply immediately when he gestures for them to come closer.
Yoongi has them huddled towards the centre of the table and they wait, at the ready - they think - of whatever he has to say to them. He lowers his voice to a soft drawl, “Have you ever seen hyung eat an ice pop?” All at once, they scatter, profanities rolling off the tips of their tongues in a series of “fuck this, i’m out“s and ”what the fuck, hyung“s. Like Jimin had mentioned earlier, it’s too early for Yoongi’s bullshit. In fact, any time is too early for Yoongi’s bullshit.
“Hyung, you’re drunk, aren’t you?” Hoseok presses the back of his palm on Yoongi’s cheek, to which the latter slaps his hand away indignantly and scowls.
“I’m not drunk, you shits,” he snarls and blocks their way as they try to make their ways back to their respective rooms (read: attempt) with his small stature.
“Let us go and Jin hyung won’t hear a word about this,” Jeongguk finally speaks up, the first words he had spoken since they had gathered around the coffee table, a wry smile playing on his lips. Yoongi’s expression darkens considerably, but he concedes anyway, he won’t hear the end of it if his hyung were to corner him and question him about the emergency meeting he held at 2am in the morning, only to ask the members if they’d seen him eat an ice pop. Truly mortifying.
But Yoongi knows he can’t possible go to war all by himself again, it was already that difficult surviving the first time. He needs comrades, he needs a plan.
suga&spice created emergency meeting. suga&spice invited rapmoney to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited sunshinehobi to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited chimmers to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited taelien to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited seaguk to emergency meeting. suga&spice invited everythingnice to emergency meeting.
suga&spice oh fuck
suga&spice removed everythingnice from emergency meeting.
suga&spice ok hear me out u have to see him eat an ice pop
chimmers so that wasn’t a bad dream
sunshinehobi wtf hyung
taelien yoongi hyung rly wants us to watch jin hyung suck a popsicle off
chimmers ice pop*
sunshinehobi theyre the same thing dumbass
suga&spice how did u know
sunshinehobi that they’re the same thing??? i’m not a dumbass like jimin lol
chimmers bitch
suga&spice no as in that is literally how he eats an ice pop like hes eating d
sunshinehobi oh my god
chimmers youre kidding
taelien LOL R U SRS
seaguk that probably happened in your dream hyungie~~~
suga&spice i texted jin hyung and he said hed get ice cream w us shut up maknae
taelien ice cream or ice pops??
suga&spice hed get an ice pop either way
chimmers this better not be disappointing
sunshinehobi ive always wondered what jin hyung looked like eating d
chimmers ^
taelien ^
seaguk ^
suga&spice dont make me regret this wheres namjoon btw
seaguk still sleeping lol
suga&spice wake him up and meet me outside the dorm in five
“I don’t get what’s so interesting about Jin hyung choosing between Zesty Lime and Cherry Bomb,” Namjoon tells Yoongi blandly, to which he responds with a flick to his cheek - right in the dimple - and an annoyed but otherwise barely audible ‘sh’.
“Wait for it, you impatient fuck,” Yoongi grits his teeth at the other members’ fidgety restlessness. Seokjin was taking his time to choose a popsicle, completely oblivious to the fact that the other members had been hiding behind the shelf in the convenience store, in patient wait for him to just shove it down your throat already.
Shut up, Jimin.
After twenty seconds or so of flirting with the cashier, she blushingly tells him that he need not pay for it, to which he replies with a sly wink and a flying kiss. She looks like she’s about to faint, but immediately tends to the next customer as soon as he shoves a packet of cigarettes onto the counter. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but it’s better that she doesn’t witness what he knows is about to happen.
When Seokjin is done unwrapping the ice pop, the other members’ incessant pockets of whispers cease and they wait with bated breath for what Yoongi had been fearing for his life for - except Namjoon, the bastard doesn’t check his messages.
He first wraps his full lips around the tip of the Zesty Lime ice pop he had opted for, shuddering in unsullied delight as the refreshing iciness melts onto his tongue in a burst of flavour. With his lips still on the ice pop, his tongue pokes out from on top his bottom lip, first to collect any juice that has dissolved onto his bottom lip, then to curl around the popsicle and lick a stripe towards his lips before disappearing into his mouth again.
Fuck, Yoongi can already feel the wretched and all-knowing twitch in his jeans.
Without warning, Seokjin shoves the whole ice pop into his mouth, the whole fucking thing, his plump lips stretching around the end of the popsicle, red from effort and the frigid ice pop. Yoongi can’t possibly ignore the small choke erupting from the back of Seokjin’s throat or the tears bunched around the edges of his eyes, all the while allowing the ice pop to stay in its place. The last straw is when he hollows his cheeks.
Yoongi dares to chance a glance towards the other members. Namjoon has a trembling hand over his mouth, Hoseok’s jaw has gone completely slack, Jeongguk is muttering a long string of curse words under his breath, Jimin’s tongue is swirling on his bottom lip, and save the best for last, Taehyung’s face is a brilliant shade of red. Yoongi would laugh at them if it weren’t for the gradually taut feeling in his jeans, fuck, and he knows it isn’t even the worst part yet.
And as if Seokjin had read Yoongi’s mind, he moans around the popsicle in unadulterated pleasure, eyes lolling up for a split second before flitting back to maintain a loving gaze at the popsicle, painfully oblivious to the mortified stares the others were giving him (cashier included, whoops). When he decides that he’s done - thank God - he pulls the ice pop out of his mouth, the bright green of the popsicle reappearing at a sickeningly slow pace, and finally, finally coming out of his mouth with a slick ‘pop’ sound. (Yoongi vaguely remembers wondering if that’s why they called it an ice pop.) Everybody tries their best to ignore the glossy string of saliva connecting Seokjin’s mouth and the ice pop.
“What– what the fuck was that?” Jeongguk is the first one to speak up, his voice coming out as a squeak more than anything.
“That was way worse than any porn I’ve ever watched,” Namjoon has the cheek to say, and Hoseok hits his shoulder.
Yoongi smiles bitterly. “It’s already my second time witnessing this, and I still can’t get used to it.”
At this, Jimin chuckles and licks his lips. “Au contraire, Yoongi hyung, I think I could get used to this.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I cannot believe you’ve been hiding the good stuff from us, hyung,” Hoseok mumbles, still recovering from the daze.
“Firstly, I’ve only seen it once before this. Secondly, who are the fucking idiots who ignored me when I was trying to tell them about this?” Yoongi sneers, face marked into a frown.
“You didn’t tell us he was going to deep-throat a-”
“Yah! What’s going on behind here? A secret cult meeting that I wasn’t invited to? I’m hurt,” Seokjin’s voice joins the conversation unexpectedly, his signature squeaky laugh bouncing off the shelves, and everybody startles. “Aren’t any of you going to get anything?”
Nobody knows how to respond for fear that he had been listening in on their conversation the whole time. To everybody’s relief, Taehyung breaks the silence.
“Ah,” Taehyung gestures towards a stream of juice flowing down Seokjin’s finger, onto his palm and down his arm. “Hyung, do you need a tissue for that?”
Seokjin responds in the form of a slight shake of his head before bending his head towards the trickle of juice down his right arm, and licking it, his tongue curling and flicking at every single last drop of juice. For some godforsaken reason however, nobody seems to be able to take their eyes of him, the way his tongue works up his arm (his arm, for God’s sake) in a way no person should ever be allowed to. Ever.
He pauses halfway, somewhere at his wrist, hooded eyes suddenly darting up at the rest of them, holding them in an accusatory stare, and Yoongi thinks it’s specifically directed at him. He gulps. Seokjin’s gaze doesn’t tear away from them until he’s done, and when he is, he simply beams at them and walks away, stuffing the ice pop down his throat once again.
“Do you think he knows?” Jeongguk croaks out, and everybody looks over at Yoongi apprehensively. And Yoongi doesn’t know how to respond to that.
Soon enough, everybody decides on an ice pop, Taehyung and Jeongguk opting for none - dietary reasons, they called it - and they make their way out of the convenience store, steely eyes too trained on Seokjin to notice a certain somebody sidling up next to Seokjin.
“Jin hyung, do you want to try my ice pop? Mine’s pink,” Jimin has an arm around Seokjin’s wide shoulders, his other arm outstretched towards the taller male in an attempt to feed him the Cherry Bomb. Seokjin gladly accepts any offers of free food he sees and allows his tongue to coil around the tip of the dark pink ice pop, humming in approval of Jimin’s choice. Jimin’s internal victory dance is short-lived as he is torn away from Seokjin’s side by a wild Taehyung.
“Hyung, I know you don’t like using tissues, but you’re making a mess,” comments Taehyung as he swipes his thumb on the corner of Seokjin’s lips, and bringing it to his mouth. Seokjin subconsciously flicks his tongue at the spot Taehyung’s thumb had been resting just moments ago, leaving Taehyung very flustered, who resorts to burying himself in Jin’s broad back to hide his pink cheeks. Yoongi would like to say that this was the end of the maknae line’s tactics, but it isn’t.
“Can I have a lick at your ice pop, hyung?” Jeongguk appears out of nowhere, and flashes a blinding smile at Seokjin. Yoongi lets out an audible gasp, the nerve of that brat, he knows how weak Seokjin is to the maknae, he’ll have to depend on the fact that Seokjin can be stingy with his food.
Seokjin chuckles at Jeongguk and ruffles his hair. “Only for my Jeongguk,” Seokjin coos and extends the arm holding the popsicle to Jeongguk, who responds more than happily by sticking it in his mouth and side-eyeing anybody who was throwing jealous glares at him. He smiles around the ice pop, but eventually moves away from it, a satisfied grin playing at his lips.
The elder hyungs can’t help but click their tongues at their dongsaengs, immature brats, Namjoon says. Except that he says it with the tone of voice that gives away the fact that he wants to be young enough and cute enough to get away with anything those “immature brats” just did, Yoongi duly notes.
Yoongi knows better than to brood over this, so he does the only thing he knows how to do in this sort of situation. He, in this opportune moment, decides that he is going play the roommate card, the card deemed the most despicable in the Bangtan dormitory, according to everybody but Yoongi.
But Seokjin beats him to it.
“Yoongi-chii, can I have a bite of yours?” Seokjin had somehow managed to shake off the three brats and sling his arm around Yoongi, a smile on his lips as he leans in to taste his ice pop, with absolutely no regard for Yoongi’s decision. Consent is important, kids.
“Yah, this hyung,” Yoongi bites back at him - albeit a little too affectionately - in the pretence of not enjoying all the attention the oldest hyung was spoon-feeding him. He loves it, he’s just had enough dignity to keep it in his pants so far, which reminds him of the boner residing in his jeans, which he has artfully hidden with a jacket tied around his waist.
Hearing Seokjin burst into his trademark laugh, Yoongi can’t help but smile.
chimmers changed his nickname to jinmin. jinmin changed the group name to jin’s tongue appreciation cult.
jinmin ah thats better
suga&spice changed the group name to he will call the cops on us. jinmin changed the group name to jinnie oppa fan club!!!!.
suga&spice fuck no only the nickname stays
suga&spice changed the group name to emergency meeting.
jinmin i like my nickname very much tqvm
jinmin updated the group picture.
suga&spice is that when did u take that wtf park jimin u creep
seaguk ah
seaguk changed his nickname to jinkook.
jinkook i dont mind it though???
taelien changed his username to taejin.
taejin neither does yoongi hyung but he isnt about to admit it
jinmin ;) no need to say thank you boys but i will fight you on the nickname thing
suga&spice that is a fucking picture of jin hyung eating the popsicle if he chances upon any of our phones were dead
jinkook i like living on the edge
suga&spice u are all horrible people i never should have let u sorry bastards know about this istfg
taejin esp park jimin u sneaky rat
jinmin jeongguk though????
jinkook ha
rapmoney since when did we have this group
suga&spice u were sleeping
jinkook arent you lucky we woke you up
taejin lol joonie hyung went back offline
jinkook lol
suga&spice uhh btw just asking but how do you change your nickname in a group
jinmin thought you’d never ask press the settings bar at the top right corner of the group chat the group chat ok if you do it elsewhere you’ll change your nickname in that chat there’s a button all the way at the bottom that says change nickname press it
suga&spice removed nickname function in emergency meeting.
taelien YOONGI HYUNG i h8 u
suga&spice wait i swear that was an accident uh wtv it was confusing anyways
sunshinehobi am i late to the party anyways i don’t know about you guys but that ice pop made my boner pop #shameonme
chimmers #shameonme
seaguk #shameonme
rapmoney #shameonme
taelien #shameonme
suga&spice oh look joonie’s back on and btw all of u are nasty ass bitches
seaguk really now
chimmers i think you should be the most ashamed
suga&spice #shameonme
sunshinehobi #shameonyou
chimmers #shameonyou
suga&spice STOP
taelien #shameonyou
It’s an hour to showtime and the members of Bangtan Sonyeondan are holed up in their dressing room, some of them drumming their fingers on the pristine white couches while staring at the wall on the opposite side of the room, some of them aggressively tapping on their phones, letting slip a curse word or two once in a while.
Seokjin, meanwhile, is thinking of what to do for his next Eat Jin, and he’s hungry to hear the members’ opinions on the idea he’s settled on.
“For my next episode of Eat Jin, I was thinking I could have something sweet to eat,” Seokjin muses out loud, tapping a finger on his chin. “A popsicle, maybe?”
At the mention of popsicle, all the members swivel their head around at him with wide eyes and parted lips and flushed cheeks. “No,” they respond, creepily in sync.
Seokjin’s head tips to one side, doe eyes wide with innocence, eyebrows arched up in confusion. “Why?”
“No reason,” Jeongguk replies hastily. Hoseok offers an unapologetic shrug.
Seokjin looks offended and while crossing his arms over his chest, huffs, “Then each of you is going to buy me a popsicle to make up for that.” His frown quickly melts into a toothy smile.
Taehyung is sent into a coughing fit, along with Namjoon. Jimin merely mirrors Seokjin’s expression.
And Yoongi doesn’t quite miss the way the edges of Seokjin’s lips quirk up into a knowing smirk.
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