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midnightmoonkiss · 2 years

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Thinking about Kazuha.. (fluff)

Imagine playing with his hair ooooouuuuuu.. I bet its so soft and silky. He really likes it when you play with his hair, its so relaxing and puts his mind at ease.

I think his scalp is a bit sensitive, so you have to be gentle with his hair, but he loooves the feeling of your fingers carding through his loose locks, gently detangling any knot. Free serotonin.

He hums with every movement, small smile on his face, eyes blissfully closed shut as he just soaks in the attention.

Bonus points if you pull his hair back into his ponytail for him and give his head a little heart-melting kiss.

It’s all he’ll think about for the rest of the day, I swear.

Ah!

~Borrowing~ Kazu’s haori when its chilly, the fabric so very soft and comfy.. smelling just like him.

He probably smells like.. teakwood, lavender, morning dew, hint of pine.. coming ng, so very comforting.

He likes seeing you wear it, thinks you’re so adorable.. and that possessive part of him always feels oh-so very pleased.. it’s as if you’re showing off that you’re his and he’s yours - all with just an article of clothing.

He can’t help but be a bit possessive, maybe slightly yandere-ish.. it’s not overbearing or even slightly creepy like some people (Childe) !! He just won’t allow someone else to take you from him, not if he can help it.

And when Kazuha gets it back- it smells like you!! Thus creating the “The Scent Of Kazuha’s Haori” paradox (an inside joke between you and Ayaka).

If he wakes up before you do, firstly he enjoys gazing at you, observing the way the golden rays of morning’s first light caresses your skin.. how peaceful and elegant you look. Next, he enjoys wandering about, collecting a few flowers so that you can wake up to their scent and beauty - while he cuddles you, of course.

His kisses are so sweet and so full of passion and love, the samurai is such a romantic. He worships you.. in a subtle kind of way. Not over the top, but enough to make you feel like an Archon yourself.

Kazuha’s lips are cute.. kind of round, thinner top lip, always a sort of reddish color, and very soft. He works with wind, he’s gotta keep his lips moisturized!

Theyre soooo nice to kiss. And he enjoys kissing you often! Kiss him more pls hes a smooch-a-holic.

PDA isn’t too bad for him, he holds your hand, hugs you, presses kisses to your knuckles, cheek, temple, lips - all chaste but lovey-dovey. He saves the heavier stuff for moments where you two have privacy.

Pinky holding with Kazuha.. small blush on his cheeks from how cute it is and how cute you are to him.

Speaking of hands.. his hands would be calloused, the curse of sword users, but they’d still be a little bit soft and nice to hold!! (steal his gloves he will melt)

He likes it when you play with his fingers, something so small fills his heart with such immense love.

He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face, and he’d always protect you. You’re so dear to him.. just the thought of something happening to you.. it fills his chest with such unimaginable pain, so much so that he falls into a panic attack. Please help calm him down, assure him that you’re ok and that you’re here with him. He just needs you close.

He can hold his liquor fairly well, medium-weight drinker, indulging in some saki most nights. You don’t have to join him, but if you do.. drinks taste better with someone to drink with..!

Snuggling with him! He likes sleeping on the side of the bed closest to the door, a sort of barrier between you and a potential attacker. When sleeping together, he prefers being the big spoon.. just you cuddled into his chest, his chin tucked over your head, arms wrapped around each other.. his comfort place. Plus he can smell you shampoo hehe.

One of his ways of showing love is playfully nipping your neck. No idea why he likes doing it, maybe youre squeal amuses him or something.

Enjoys reading his poetry to you, having you guess the meaning behind each poem or haiku.

If you guess them right, he’s thrilled!

If you guess them wrong, he’s amused! You literally cannot upset him.

If you guess them so wrong that it doesnt even make sense anymore like how did you come up with that answer, you’ll get to hear his award winning laugh!!

Enjoys dipping his feet in cool water on hot days, playing music with his little instruments.

Give him something handmade and he will treasure it FOREVER. No one else can touch it, it’s his only!!

I love how the fandom has dubbed his word of endearment as “dove,” so he calls you ‘his dove.’ <3

He can be your bottle of maple syrup!! He will be displeased but still in love.

He’s so sweet and loyal.🍁💕 Will never look at anyone romantically other than you. If someone flirts or hits on him, he makes it known that he is taken. If they don’t stop, he blankly glares at them before walking away. xoxo Man ain’t in the market!!!!

He loves you so very much, you’re his everything.

#kazuhaa brainrot #idc hes slightly yandere #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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shinigamiplayroom · 2 years

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ayyyy we hit 200! I think it's pretty dope that you guys have decided to stick around. So I decided to try hosting my first collab! As with everything on my blog this is only open to 18+. If you are an ageless, or blank blog and interacting with this or my blog in any way you will be blocked ♡

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´

✰ i've been feeling a pull towards the tarot as of late and this collab will be centered around the Major Arcana.

✰ entries can be any form of creative medium that you would like to use: full fics, drabble, poetry, mood boards, art, or even a play list! you can make it whatever you would like that would represent any trope or au of your choosing and any one of your faves.

✰ this is open to all fandoms and entries with the same character are accepted since what you choose to write or submit is wide open. [rules and major arcana list under the cut]

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´

✰ this is something like a mystery number collab so for right now I will ask that you only enter once so we can see if the other slots will be filled as time goes.

✰ there is no deadline for this because I feel like deadlines can be stressful and the whole point of this is to go with wherever your energy takes you!

✰ whenever you do post your entry please tag your work with #choose your fate collab✨ so I can make sure it gets added to the masterlist!

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕒 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝕥𝕠 𝕛𝕠𝕚𝕟 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´

✰ choose a number between 1 and 22 and send in an ask with the number you chose, character you will focus on along with which fandom they're from, and what type of submission you will enter with. make sure you specify if your entry will be sfw, nsfw, or dc and tag your work accordingly pls!

✰ example: I would like number [whatever number you choose] and I'll enter with a [fic/drabble, art, moodboard, playlist, poem] for [character]. This will be [sfw/nsfw/dc]

[I would like number 12 and I'll enter with a fic for Draken (from tokyorev) x reader. This will be nsfw]

✰ i will respond to your ask with one of the major arcana cards listed above that was assigned to the number you chose and add you to the masterlist so that number will be taken off the list once it's been claimed! There will only be 22 slots available so once the list fills up it will be closed unless someone chooses to drop out.

✰ once you have received your card let your inspiration guide you and create what you feel yourself drawn to with your character! Any trope or AU idea is accepted (just in case theres some trolls reading this rn go read the rules of my blog to see whats NOT okay ☺️) the whole point is to have fun and to choose your own fate! can't wait to see what you come up with!

`✵•.¸,✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✰.｡.✵°✵,¸.•✵´

tagging: @tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi

#choose your fate collab✨#yeeeee low key excited #but if this flops and you see this #no you didnt

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bonvoyagenoona · 2 years

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Fav books recs pls?

Oooh! I might’ve done a list like this before, but here are more thoughts.

Many of my faves of all time came from my high school English teachers’ assigned reading list (I had two very amazing teachers whom I admire to this day), but my list also includes standards, YA books that have impacted me, and others, in somewhat chronological order of when I read them?:

Spying on Miss Mueller - one of my fave YA books, it’s about four boarding school girls during WWII who are enamored with their glamorous German headmistresses, but all is not what it seems, such a sweet story and thrilling adventure

The Bell Jar - my ultimate favorite book of all time, and the edition I found had the poem “Mad Girl’s Love Song”, which was also life-changing

Idk if you’re also into poetry but, given that I brought it up, ugh, “A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning”

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

The Catcher in the Rye

The Poisonwood Bible

Crime and Punishment - I actually didn’t think I’d enjoy this, but when I read it in an English class, I was very drawn to it, so much so that when we were assigned it for the summer before senior year, I went ALL OUT with my project and wrote diary entries for each chapter/passage/sentence that stuck out to me and gave commentary, and my teacher was like “WHOA THIS IS AMAZING” lol

Notes from Underground - yes, became a fan of Dostoevsky and read this in college for a lit class, cracked me up at times at the pitiful nature of human existence, while also prompting lots of existential thoughts that I hadn’t had before

Same with The Stranger

Brief Interviews with Hideous Men - found David Foster Wallace in college, and his “This is Water” commencement speech at Kenyon College had an impact on me, very thought-provoking and hits on consciousness and awareness (full speech here)

Polish Joke and Other Plays - if you like plays, I like David Ives! I ended up writing a bunch of one-act plays after reading his stuff in college, very fun

EVERYTHING NORA EPHRON, from Heartburn to I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman and every movie she wrote in between, MY QUEEN

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) - in fact, EVERYTHING by Mindy Kaling, she’s one of my writing heroes!

Year of Yes - Shonda Rhimes’s autobiographical stuff actually changed my life, and I think about the lessons I learned from this book every day

Becoming - I mean, duh, history-making, and I was already weeping when Michelle Obama started talking about her parents, such a relatable story as a first gen immigrant

Live From New York: The Complete, Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live - OK listen, I was OBSESSED with SCTV and SNL from the time I was about 5 to 30, OBSESSED, I wanted to write sketches for them and for late-night shows generally, and Tina Fey and Seth Meyers’ times as head writer had a HUGE creative and life influence on me, still does

Yes, Please - this book is amazing, Amy Poehler has actually become one of my top comedy heroes, along with Mindy and Mike Schur, and BJ Novak, and John Mulaney, and just a bunch of people in that kind of group?, and I say that with somewhat surprise because I was such a Tina Fey stan (so yeah, Bossypants is good too), but a lot of Tina’s reactions to current events since just seem tone deaf, whereas Amy Poehler has led with joy and exploration

Here are some recent reads that I’ve started but haven’t finished, been recommended, or been wanting to check out (these are currently sitting on my shelf):

Literally everything by Sally Rooney (lol @bluejin0812)

Crying in H Mart (ugh how have I not read this yet)

Three Little Truths

Super Host

Tablo’s Pieces of You, sent to me by a dear friend!

I haven’t been reading or writing nearly as much as I’ve wanted to these days, what with life getting busier. But always happy to learn about books and your thoughts on them! Share more here and I’ll reblog to spread the word!

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haikuprajna · 1 year

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lilllium · 2 years

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—Kitchen Mckeown, from Outbreaks

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lov3nerdstuff · 3 years

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Hi Kay!

I just wanted to take a moment and say how deeply moving (and overall comforting) I find your writing to be! I've gone through almost the entirety of your masterlist twice in the past month alone and have found myself returning more often to the pieces of literature/poems your reference sometimes. (Especially that one poem by Benedict Smith! I've read a few more by him because of you and they're just wonderfully lovely 💛 so I'm eternally thankful to you for including it.)

I may be wrong in assuming, but I believe you may have studied/are currently studying a degree involving literature. I hope this isn't too foreward of me but I was wandering if you have any other works of literature that you'd recommend? (I'd love to read anything you recommend from poems to plays 💛) I'm slightly embaressed to say but the works I've read are quite limited to a highschool level and since I'm currently studying Pharmacy, there are very few people who can recommend me such moving works. :)

I also feel like I should apologise for writing such a large ask, so please accept this apology as well hehe 💕🥺

Sincerely,

Bek 🌻

Hey there Bek 💚💕✨

First of all... I'm incredibly sorry for how long it took me to reply to this ask, I know you sent it weeks ago and I'm honestly just ashamed of myself for only replying now! I've been taking a bit of a Tumblr break again, or rather a break from literally everything, and I guess not having written anything in a while made me feel guilty whenever I opened Tumblr, so... All I can say for myself really is that I'm sorry you had to wait so long! Again, I never ever ignore anyone, I promise! It just sometimes takes a while for me to reply 😅🙈

Now, I'm so happy to hear that you've been enjoying my writing! 🥺🥰 Hearing that it's comforting and inspiring to you is honestly such a relief and indeed does make me happy more than I can say 💚 It's so cool that you're checking up on all the references I make aaahhh 🥺🥺🥺 I love it 😁 You're always more than welcome, love! I don't think I could stop including references to literature, culture, history and the science around it even if I tried 😅☺️

And yeah, I did study classics and newer literature as a minor for my undergrad degree 😄 But tbh I still work with literally a lot even now (I'm in grad school for media and cultural studies) even though it's technically not something I've been properly taught ☺️ I'm just a nerd who likes to learn on her own, and with media and culture you can pretty much delve into almost anything you want 😂😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Now, it's not forward at all to ask me for literature recommendations! 😁😃 I truly love recommending stuff!!! I have a few up my sleeve, even though you've probably heard of a few already, for obvious reasons: A lot of what I truly enjoyed reading was something Tom Hiddleston has worked on in one way or another! It's truly a magnificent guideline for picking new literature... Just look up the literary origins of his films/shows/plays and you will be in for quality literature most of the time! I don't think I've ever mentioned it on here, but me reading High-Rise (JG Ballard) because I heard Tom would be partaking in the film adaptation was actually what sparked my love and passion for literature!!! Yep, it's that good. Now on to the recommendations though 😁(This... got rather long):

Plays

Anything by Harold Pinter really, but for obvious reasons you'll find a lot of additionally fun stuff for Betrayal, which is lovely and truly funny if you're in on the kind of humour btw

Medea by Euripides (a classic, but I love it nonetheless... You can find translations in almost every language) ((and pls stay away from Seneca's Medea, because ugh... Euripides is far better AND the og story, as much as anyone can say that for Greek mythology)

La Bohème by Puccini (I know, this is technically an opera, but if you read the libretto it's honestly just like a play... And if you're up for it, the og story is in prose and written by Henri Murger... It's better than the opera, but oftentimes more difficult to find) ((this one is hilarious and basically explains an entire cultural subgroup in the 19th century)

Faust by Goethe (many people hate it, but I LOVE this one!!! It's also been translated into any and every language, and it's so interesting philosophically!!! It's also referenced SO freaking often literally everywhere, and the operas and ballets based on it are always my fave) ((there's technically Faust I and Faust II, but you're good to go just reading the first one)

Anything by Shakespeare, obviously... Though I do love me my Hamlet like every other literature enthusiast (Yes, I can do that one famous soliloquy in act 3 scene 1 by heart as well...)

Poetry

Again, anything Shakespeare for the win, but I LOVE the sonnets and keep a copy of them with me most of the time (Yes, I own multiple copies of the sonnets...) ((My faves are 116 and 91, but there's always so much truth to be found in there!!!))

A lot of the stuff William Blake wrote is amazing, though you have to pick carefully with him if certain religious motives aren't your thing... I love The Tyger, which is an individual poem, and the collection of works called Tyger, Tyger which does have many good ones and a few ones that are a little more on the mediocre side

Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas (I know this one by heart as well... It's beautiful, and there's a version of Hiddleston reading it on YouTube, which gives you even more goosebumps than the poem does anyway)

Invictus by William Ernest Henley (same for this one, also read by the one and only) ((I love to read this when I'm feeling down or powerless))

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot (This is another wow piece with many quotable lines and truths... I love it a lot and keep coming back to it! It's also a great example of how literary modernism tried to condense the complexity and passing of time and history into a single frame that had to be intrinsically poetical in nature... As in, this poem could've been a short story in any other period, but modernists loved to make everything a poem so here you go)

Der Zauberlehrling by Goethe (This one sucks in all English translations I’ve found, poetically speaking, but in German it’s such a fun piece! If you’ve ever seen the Disney ‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ with Mickey Mouse or listened to the orchestral piece by Paul Dukas, then this poem proves very useful in truly understanding either! But again, the English translation should only be taken for informational value... The German one is also worded hilariously)

Prose

Short edited by Alan Ziegler (This is a collection of short prose forms that honestly is a must for me... I love this book to pieces and have had it for years now! It’s an international anthology, so you’ll find more and less famous authors from all around the world represented with short stories, prose poems, short essays and just curious and interesting snippets of writing! I draw a lot of inspiration from this book)

High-Rise by JG Ballard (As mentioned above, I owe this book part of my personality... I don’t think I would be the same person without having read it. It’s not necessarily full of wisdom, but if you’re interested in a different kind of portrayal of the human condition, then this is the read you need to take a look at)

The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers (This is another piece that changed my perception of literature, even though this is a more ordinary and ‘fun’-value read... It’s one of my favourite books and it’s endlessly entertaining! So if the classics are a bit heavy for you, this one is perfect for casual readers as well! Its value really does lie more in the realisation of how fun literature can be, and the freedom you have as an author... So really, I could recommend everything by Moers, his style is amazing both in the German original and in the English translation. Yes, I’ve read both.)

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (This is comedic gold, stylistic gold and generally a bloody perfect book. Also a ‘fun’-value read, but it also does a magnificent job at showing you what you can do with literature, and how well-developed characters are supposed to be written)

The Penguin Book of the Undead (Penguin Classics) edited by Scott G. Bruce (This book is basically an education on fifteen hundred years of supernatural encounters and how culture wrote, used and perceived them. You get introductory texts for different periods and social groups, explaining how and why ghost stories were written and used, followed by passages of the prime source texts (eg. ancient necromancy shown on The Odyssey). Really, this book is just for cultural history nerds)

The Earthquake in Chile by Kleist (This isn’t necessarily one of my faves, but it has helped me understand what studying literature and culture can do for you. In case anyone remembers my insistence in Wicked Game that you gotta know what a pomegranate symbolises... this novella is such an instance where this knowledge would prove useful. Generally, it gives many opportunities to think about privilege and circumstance)

The Symposium by Plato (You’ll probably not want to read the entire collection of speeches tbh... But the concepts introduced mainly here and in some of Plato’s other work are well worth looking into! For example, the ‘double being’ introduces a concept that in modern fiction is called soulmates... Just sayin’)

#literature #lit rec #recommendation #literature recommendation

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ary-se · 4 years

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Mankai with a dog

i was staring at my dog earlier, aggressively barking at a plastic bag. that's all. the rest is history

• at some point taichi just mentioned something along the lines of, "hey, wouldn't it be more fun here if... WE GET A DOG!?"

• whenever an idea spreads around the dorm, whether it's a good idea or an utterly ridiculous one, it's always either taichi or kazunari.

• IT'S ALWAYS EITHER TAICHI OR KAZUNARI (2).

• sakuya is excited about it! he never knew what it feels like to live with a dog, let alone actually grow up with one. this pure bean just wants to experience it, c'mon man...

• muku also agrees!! 100% yes!!! wouldn't it be cute when you get home everyday from school with a dog greeting you? it's like that one shoujo manga...

• tsumugi likes the idea! he also grew up with a dog (gosh dachshunds are so cute... zabi ily with my whole heart) so it wouldn't be too bad to have a dog in the dorm! apparently dogs can help you out a lot when it comes to emotional problems :)

• the moment these three angels literally agreed with the idea, everyone is ABOARD. it would be like taking care of a child except it's 100x times more fun

• actually no scratch that, not everyone is aboard...

• cause there's SAKYO.

• "WHAT'RE YOU GUYS GONNA DO ABOUT THE DOG?? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF IT??? IT'LL ALSO TAKE MONEY TO BUY FOOD DISPENSER, DOG FOOD, YADDA YADDA YADDA"

• see it's all about money in the end, but sakyo. we know you want it too. god just pls say yes.

• a LOT of pleading - either the boys shoot sakyo puppy eyes whenever they see him, or some of them (by some i only mean taichi and kazu) waits outside sakyo's room and bleed his ears off with saying PLEASE repetitively the moment sakyo goes out of his room

• sakyo murdered everyone who barged into his room but they always, ALWAYS do it anyways. they don't learn their lesson!!

• SAKYO GOT FED UP. begrudgingly, after this has been going on for a month, he says yes

• EVERYONE CHEERS, FREAKING FINALLY!!!

• taichi and kazu, the mankai boys already aborted their plan of holding a funeral for the both of you... before sakyo agreed on getting a dog, he always has this look of wanting to strangle them to death

• after a lot of debating, they decided to settle on a dog that has a friendly disposition. anyways they get a light brown labrador!!!

• the day the dog got in the dorm, everyone got so excited

• everyone is literally ALL OVER THE DOG. THE DOG LIKES THE ATTENTION BUT GIVE IT A BREAK!! JUST PLEASE

• they name the dog koro! it's simple enough

• (i just searched for popular dog names in japan... don't @ me pls sobs)

• that night the dog kept wagging his tail from being so excited with everyone's presence he deadass sprained his tail

• it recovered after a week

• everyone takes turns filling koro's food bowl and water bowl. the duty of walking the dog is also distributed based on when the boys are free. they literally have a calendar dedicated for koro

• tsumugi makes a list of what the dog can and can't eat! it's most likely that everyone will feed koro, so they better not kill him off early...

• everyone follows the list except juza, it seems like he forgot the existence of the list

• one time juza was eating chocolate cupcakes, and koro was giving him puppy eyes

• how could he resist that face!! his inner resolve crumbled so fast, he was literally about to give it to koro

• tsuzuru to the rescue! the moment he saw juza and koro, he yelled "JUZA NO DON'T PLEASE STOP DOGS CAN'T EAT CHOCOLATE"

• juza just looks at tsuzuru, shocked. what do you mean dogs can't eat chocolate?? how do they even live their lives without the goodness of chocolates?? WHAT?

• he fails to understand, but he doesn't give it to koro. the dog whimpers and just goes away,, juza felt so bad and silently apologized to koro, but now he learned his lesson

• omi spoils koro!! every time he has free time, he whips something up for koro. he makes it as balanced as possible, of course.

• everyone to omi: "please don't make the dog fat."

• omi: "haha i won't"

• cue next day koro kinda looks chubbier

• OMI. PLEASE WE KNOW THE DOG IS CUTE BUT PLS CONTROL IT

• no joke, tenma was excited at first but now every time he sees the dog barking he gets scared shitless.

• JUST BECAUSE THE DOG BARKS AT YOU THAT DOESN'T MEAN THE DOG IS MAD AT YOU. IT JUST WANNA BE FRIENDS YOU FREAKING DOLT

• when he got comfortable with koro, he hid from everyone and patted the dog for the first time, and ran away immediately from embarrassment

• that night everybody was questioning why tenma gets beet red every time koro gets near him. but nobody mentioned it.

• on a whim, itaru let koro pull for a limited banner, making his paw tap the button. who knows if this dog is kinda lucky, right? there's no way of knowi-

• HE GETS ALL THE LIMITED CARDS IN ONE 10X PULL

• itaru just gapes at the dog for five minutes. "koro, you are a godsend..."

• itaru hid the dog's insane luck from banri, but somehow banri caught on

• "THAT'S UNFAIR! WHY WERE YOU HIDING IT FROM ME"

• from that point forward whenever itaru and banri play together, expect koro to be with them. it occurs a lot of times, but koro doesn't seem to mind as long as he gets belly rubs.

• congratulations masumi!! you now have a new alarm clock, but a million times MORE annoying!!

• they trained koro so every time masumi doesn't wake up, koro will just pounce and literally jump on him while barking right on his ear

• masumi hates to admit it, but the dog is goddamn annoying and it's effective at the same time

• hooray to masumi for not being late ever again!

• tasuku just stares at koro dead in the eye while the dog looks at his meal. what if i also train him to..?

• one day during winter troupe's rehearsals, hisoka was actually super duper early and that NEVER HAPPENED.

• "HISOKA WHY ARE YOU SO EARLY?? IS SOMETHING WRONG??"

• turns out TASUKU TRAINED KORO FOR A SOLID MONTH TO FIND HISOKA.

• once tasuku says "koro, where's hisoka?" the dog nyooms to WHERE HISOKA ACTUALLY IS. is he on the tree? in the washing machine? in the long-lost, ever changing storage room? you name it sir

• the days of painfully looking for hisoka are over! tasuku can finally catch a break! this is a big win for winter troupe!!!

• homare just blabs his poems to the poor dog. always.

• it's been going on for five hours and koro is so tired of his shit he just settles on trying to bury his ears on the ground just to not hear him. i am so sorry for your loss.

• homare pets him after he is done with his long ass session so guess that's worth it!

• tsuzuru didn't necessarily train koro to do it, but somehow whenever tsuzuru is in a writing spree the dog just grabs a can of red bull from itaru and brings it to his room.

• tsuzuru doesn't even realize it's the goddamn dog. HE DEADASS JUST TAKES THE CAN AND SAY THANK YOU AND CONTINUE WRITING THE SCRIPT

• everyone just assumed tsuzuru trained koro to actually do that. PLEASE LET THE DOG LEARN NORMAL DOG TRICKS HE ISN'T YOUR MAID

• "I DIDN'T TRAIN KORO!!!"

• Whenever it's misumi's turn to walk the dog, koro joins him in his triangle hunting! koro picked up misumi's habits, so koro picks up triangular objects from time to time and gives it to misumi. d'awwww!

• misumi please don't expect the dog to join you running on walls. please don't. everyone's gonna hunt you down once something happens :)

• citron is super affectionate to the dog! koro is so attached to him and koro listens to citron babbling even tho he understands jackshit

• "back in my country, i am known as the glorious legendary master of dog b-"

• "yes citron. we get it."

• CITRON MAKES A KORO JR. MY HEART MY SOUL I OFFER TO YOU

• it's the dog's fave toy!!! he sleeps with it.

• yuki enjoys making anything for the dog. a dog bed? clothes? accesories? toys? HECK YEAH BRING IT ON SIR

• yuki isn't touchy feely with the dog but that's how he shows his love for koro!! it's okay, the dog understands!!

• koro is literally drowning in all those handmade stuff, spoiled by the only yuki

• whenever it's yuki's turn to walk the dog, he wears matching outfits with the dog as he buys more fabric for the next play (and for the dog but we don't mention that)

• THEYRE KINGS! literally a head turner. everyone just looks at them in awe. yuki wanna show off

• like citron, sakuya is super affectionate to the dog!

• he always gives bear hugs to the dog, especially when he is feeling anxious about something! koro's presence calms sakuya down big time

• please protect these small beans

• muku also loves the dog to death!! every time they arrive at home from school koro just jumps to them and he enjoys it so much

• at times when muku wants company when reading his shoujo manga, or just wants something to hug, koro does the job

• affectionate babies. please protect (2)

• koro is super affectionate when it comes to azuma.

• every after koro gets really excited about something, he gets dead tired so he goes straight to azuma's room.

• do you want to know what azuma does to koro? hmmmm? :---)

• they sleep together! duh

• taichi ALWAYS plays with the dog. it's like two dogs bonding smh

• taichi gets confused whenever they play catch?? whenever koro finally gets the ball, he runs back to taichi but doesn't give him the ball

• "umm, koro? we wouldn't be able to continue playing if you don't give the ball?"

• koro: NO GET ONLY THROW

• kazunari has a lot of aesthetic pics of koro! they're so wholesome, there was a point when his instablam is just full of koro

• ok he does have a lot of funny videos too, that's unavoidable

• best one so far was muku tossing the ball for koro to catch it, but he threw it too far and it hit sakyo's head at the back

• RUN FOR YOUR LIFE MUKU OH MY GOD

• sakyo was about to lose his shit but once he saw muku apologizing and rambling he felt bad.

• should it be mentioned that cleaning sessions are more of a pain than before?

• the dog sheds a LOT MORE than they expected. the fur is literally fucking everywhere

• how does one dog have this much hair??

• those ppl with big sisters (cough itaru and banri) SWEARS this dog's shedding is a hundred times worse than their sisters' hairfall

• speaking of shedding everywhere, everyone's clothes have fur ALL OVER their clothes

• most especially sakyo because he wears all black. poor old dude

• after a month of deliberation from sakyo, they decided to buy more lint rollers and all that stuff that are supposedly effective

• every time the students are late to school, the dorms get chaotic

• unfortunately for everyone the dog joins in adding more noise pollution

• THE DOG DRAMATICALLY BARKS WHENEVER EVERYONE IS PANICKING. IT FEELS LIKE WAR

• cue sakyo's very angry "KORO, SHUT UP!"

• koro didn't bark for a solid week... just pure whimpering. everyone was looking at sakyo like, "you better apologize, he doesn't deserve it..."

• when it was sakyo's turn to walk him, koro looks like he was about to shit. everyone was pretty concerned, but they wanted to see how it went

• the moment they came home, koro was all over him and sakyo is hiding a smile

• SOMETHING DEFINITELY HAPPENED.

• but what happened? nobody knew a thing. and it will stay that way.

• EVERYONE IS SOFT FOR HIM. not taking no for an answer

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C2E114

Honestly this episode was way more exciting than I was anticipating... we got So Much in so little time and I’m still buzzing over literally all of it. The Eiselcross Arc has officially begun and I am so here for it. My liveblogs for Campaign 2, Episode 114 of Critical Role are all below, as are many spoilers, so read at your own risk!

- THEIR HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ICONIC FSGHJKLSKDJHD

- Veth, Caduceus, and Yasha is the most chaotic combination to do some “Meat Talk” somebody please help this shopkeep in advance

- Wait Uno Reverse someone save Caduceus from the flirty shopkeep looool

- ACE CADUCEUS ACE CADUCEUS,,,,,,, CADACEUS ONE MAY EVEN SAY

- Tal confirming Cad as ace during ace week has the same energy as Liam confirming Caleb as bi a week before bi pride day.... we literally stan

- The sibling vibes between the Empire Kids are so impeccable right now loooool (also, TELEKINESIS??? MR CALEB)

- “If it makes you feel better, I missed it too” asdfghjkl Big Mood

- CURSED CASTLE? lets go babeyyyy

- IM LITERALLY YELLING RIGHT NOW

- MOLLYMAUK MR LUCIENNNNNN TFYAGDLKSFJFD;LF HELP

- “I’ve got her scent....”, “To alpha to alpha homeward bound we be(?)”.... “See you there” and leaving with a snap that breaks Jester out of her Scry he is so powerful what an icon

- I’m gonna go full Theory!Emma again y’all.... I am Buzzing With Ideas about how Molly/Lucien/Whomstever connects to Aeor..... like what IF its Lucien’s soul that has Aeor as his home, and not the body..... what if he did go through some sort of bastardized Beacon Consecution....

- The Beauyasha Marshmallows 💖

- All Marisha has to say is “Yasha” and my eyes SNAP up I am ready for the Beauyasha content

- “No one’s ever written me a poem before” “Well they should have” I’m crying I love themmmmm

- Is Vess... okay?

- UHHHHH MR STARK,,,,, DID LUCIEN SLICE VESS

- MOLLY TOTALLY CVAME IN THROUGH THE WINDOW IM SO MAD NO ONE SPEAK TO ME DJKL;SL,MKLSJLD;F JHE WAS THERE!!!!!! RIGHT THERE!!!!!

- UPDATE: VESS IS NOT OKAY OHMYGODF SDGHDOKDAPLKJ

- The dread that built up as Vess wasn’t responding, and then the reveal and the red eye on her neck and hand..... god, Matt is such a good storyteller for real, I am feeling So Much at the moment

- so uhhhhh not to be that person but who’s gonna fill that Assembly seat 👀

- WAIT Vess was gunning for the position of Nonagon?! Also what does the book unlock I have so many questionsssss

- A VESSEL?????

- “I’m the one who did it” oooooooof

- Okay, self notes: The Nonagon is the key to the Cognouza(?) which frees the Sobnoven, which may or may not be the nine sleeping Betrayer Gods. Also the Book probably had something to do with that as well

- THIS WAS A ROLLERCOASTER

- “Welcome to Eiselcross, motherfuckers” Matthew pls

- God, the tension that built right before the break was literally So Good, and also their costumes are So Good, and just everything about this episode was so cinematic and great!! I’ve been having a bummer week and this episode made me feel more excited and happy than the rest of the week combined sdfghjkl good night everyone and don’t forget to love each other <333

#cr spoilers #c2e114 #critical role #cr2 #my liveblogs #eyes tw #for the gif header #OH MY GOD DSFGHJKSAL SERIOUSLY THAT WAS SO MUCH #we learned so much lowkey molly lore too....... i am About This Life #also is it bad that i lowkey dont want them to rez Vess loooool obviously i will be excited no matter what they do but this is hooking

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amazingdriverfics · 4 years

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Hi I hope you’re doing well, can I request an angst fic where it’s readers first time with Adam Sackler and he moans Hanna’s name, oop sad ending pls

A/N: hey honey, I hope you are doing fine. I’m sorry it took me this long to write this, I was trying to keep up with my writing schedule when life got in the way.

Despite that, I truly hope that you enjoy this!

Warnings: smut, angst with no happy ending.

You met Adam at work, you were the stylist for a play in which he was acting on and, at first, the relationship between you two was strictly professional. You would only see while fitting tests and whenever he needed help with his costume.

And of course you thought that he was gorgeous, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t think so, but he had never caught your attention sexually because you believed he was too much for you, too far from your league. And so you were content with watching from far.

Things started to change when he noticed you for real. Adam started to look for you for minimal things that clearly didn’t really need your attention and flirt shamelessly with you as you performed the job he asked you to do.

As he flirted, you mostly stayed silent blushing and smiling, your brain lighting up with fireworks as you did your best not to lose focus on what he asked you to do, but it got harder every time.

As the man got bolder, he would literally take his clothes off telling you that they needed repair as he stood in full glory with just underwear, watching you with his sinful eyes.

One day, while you were sewing one of his costumes, you felt his warm hand embracing your chin as he got closer, his hot breath hitting your face.

Slowly, you turned your face to him which immediately caused your lips to touch each his, very lightly, but it was still enough to set a wildfire in your interior. .

It didn’t take him long to make the kiss deeper, attaching his lips to yours and exploring your mouth with his tongue, gently dominating you and your every sensation as you felt his hands pressing to your waist, helping you to create enough courage to touch him, making sure that it wasn’t a dream.

As your hand touched his soft dark hair which barely covered his ears, you gasped, the realization that it was actually happening, hitting you finally. Your reaction caused him to smirk into you and you melted into his kiss.

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After a couple of weeks of stolen kisses here and there, Adam finally asked you out on a proper date in an italiana cantina that he swore to be the best in New York city.

With the passage of time, the more you got to know each other and you got to see that he was more than muscles and naughty humor, the man was kind of weird, but he was also genuine and a good listener who had lived through a lot of bad things.

However, you were still insecure to date him. A part of the reason why was because you never really felt like you were enough, the other one was Adam’s ex Hannah. You had never met her or heard of the woman despite what he had said, but he talked too much about her and as he did, you could see that he wasn’t entirely over their relationship and his feelings for her. After all, it was all too intense.

The problem was that even though your brain knew that you might have been walking into the perfect trap which would result in a broken heart, your stupid heart kept falling for him and your needy body kept on desiring the man to touch you.

And so you decided that you would wait until you were sure to give yourself to him, you would fight your physical needs and listen to the voice of reason once in your life.

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You were at his place, lying against his chest while you and him read silently, just enjoying each other’s company when you realized you were ready. The domestic vibe the moment gave you and the comfort Adam had been giving you everyday made it clear to you that you could trust him.

So gathering your courage, you opened your mouth and released the words before they got stuck forever. “I’m ready, Adam”

“What, kid?” he asked, taking his head off of his book and looking directly into your eyes.

“I said that I’m ready” you repeated smiling from how cute he was.

“For wha-. Oh” his eyes got darker as a sexy smirk cracked on his perfect face. “Are you sure?” he asked, always concerned with you.

You nodded as a reply, anticipation already clouding your head as lust started to pump into your veins.

Placing his book and yours in the nightstand, Adam switched positions, holding his body on top of yours with his hands as he lowered his head, connecting your lips together.

As you enjoyed his kisses, you got bolder, letting your hands travel through his body, feeling his muscles on his back and defined chest, gently caressing his nipples with your fingers and even playfully squeezing his ass.

“Who would have thought you would be such a slut” he said, taking his lips off of yours and letting them explore your neck, switching the support from his hands to his knees since he started to ease off your clothes.

As he marked your neck purple, Adam took your old sleeping shorts off, letting them fall on the ground before taking his hands higher up, to the bottom of your gigantic nirvana shirt you also slept on.

While he took off your shirt and appreciated your body, you felt your insecurities melt away, the way his eyes lingered upon your skin showing all the hunger, passion and devotion the man had for you and making you feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.

“Such a pretty whore, I bet you are just as pretty down here” the naughty words echoed in your ears, going straight to your already drenched cunt as you watched his hands closing around your panties, ready to take them off as well.

In no time, you were naked, the cold air meeting the wetness on your pussy and sending shivers down your spine as your inner walls clenched around nothing, already begging for him to fill them up and fuck them just like wanted.

“Just like I imagined, the perfect pussy” Adam talked mostly to himself as you felt the tip of his finger tracing your folds, collecting your arousal in it.

You kept your eyes on his hungry ones as he started to play with your cunt, giving it the attention it had been begging for only to be denied by yourself. He started with your clit, lazily rubbing it, making you moan instantly.

“Needy, are we?” he mocked you, not stopping his lazy pace, giving you just the tiniest bit of release, teasing you, making you wish and beg for more.

“Adam, please go faster” you asked and with a low groan he gave you what you wanted.

His finger gained speed as his other hand went up, playing with your nipples, massaging them as well as your tits, before pulling them lightly, the pain mixing with the pleasure he made you feel and driving you mad.

It didn’t take you too long to cum, legs shaking, eyes closing as his name left your mouth again and again.

When you finally came back from it, you found him naked, his huge veiny dick with a red tip already dripping with precum on his hand as he pleased himself.

Your instant reaction was to gasp, the size of him making you scared, but mostly aroused, ready to be completely filled up with it.

“I’m going to ruin your perfect pussy, slut” he said getting closer.

Wrapping your legs against his waist and supporting his weight with one hand, Sackler took the tip of his dick to your sensitive cunt, guiding it up and down, purposely touching your clit every now and then.

As he provoked you and your body, you held his arm and back, eyes glued to his as if you would die if you turned your head the other way.

When he thought it was lubricated enough, he guided it to your whole, slowly easing it into you.

At first, you felt pain, not accustomed to being filled with such a huge cock, but as you felt his finger on your clit, the pain quickly turned into pleasure.

You had never been so full in your life, it seemed like he was occupying all the space inside of you, touching every part of your walls and your cervix without even moving and you thought to yourself that it was definitely something you would never get accustomed too.

He started moving slowly, giving you time to take him comfortably, the sound of his groans and your soft moans filling up the room sounding like the most beautiful poem ever written.

“Your so fucking tight” he said, breathless as his rythym started to increase. His finger never leaving your clit, as the sound of skin against skin got louder just like the sounds coming from both of your mouths.

Adam had a precise and steady rhythm which gave you constant pleasure, the fire in your body growing with every second.

“Shitshit, Hannah” you heard him say and it instantly caused the pleasure to stop.

You could tell that he hadn’t noticed what he said by the look on his face, but you just couldn’t go on. A line had been crossed.

“Stop” you said and he did what you asked, hips stopping with his cock still inside of you. “What did you just say?”.

You were able to see as realization hit him, the confusion once in his features disappearing, being replaced with regret.

He took himself off of you and stared at your face, for the first time since you met him, staying silent.

Without another word you got out of the bed, gathering your clothes on the floor, humiliation filling up the space once occupied by lust as tears stained your face. You were right when you thought you had fallen into a trap.

“y/n, please don’t go, let’s talk about this” he pleaded, hand closing around your wrist.

But it was too late, you would never feel secure with him again, the fear of losing him to his ex would always be on your mind, taking the good times away and replacing them with doubt. So you shook your head and got your wrist free of his hold, quickly putting on your clothes and leaving his room and apartment behind.

#adam driver #adam sackler x y/n #adam sackler x you #adam sackler x reader #adam sackler/you #adam sackler/reader #adam sackler smut #adam sackler angst #angst #rdjloverxxx

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* ◜ kristine froseth , cis woman & she/her ◞ * according to school records , that’s merrit antonietta unn hornsby walking on campus grounds with their usual iced-americano from the ancient grounds cafe . they’re known for their long , dark blonde locks outshining their surprisingly tall figure and are often spotted at the versailles garden reading wild geese by mary oliver . almost everyone knows their family is worth like 1.2 billion dollars , so we suspect they’re a member of olympus , you know , the one for old money . do you know where they were the night that the scholarship student died ? they claim they were touring around the campus for inspiration , must be an architecture major thing , right . and hey , don’t you agree that the sophomore reminds you of muffled screams into silk pillows , the bellyache you get after doing something wrong & vacant smiles ? you better watch out h e s t i a before something dangerous happens to you and life ends at twenty-two . * ◜ barb , twenty-two , gmt +3 & she / her ◞ *

alright alright . it’s me , wrinkle free brain bar from gmt +3 !! so pumped to be here w you sexies mwah <3 here’s merrit’s pinterest board if you’re interested ( pls im a virgo n pinterest addict .. lemme make boards for our muses .. id d*e ! ) imma . bore u to de*th w this intro pls .. forgive me .. i only hav 2 brain cells , this is all over the place HDFJK rip </3 tw: kidnapping, death.

starting w the boring statistics : full name: merrit antonietta ‘antonia’ unn hornsby nicknames: mer, antonia, ant, tbc. code name: hestia ; the goddess of hearth , the family , the state & the domesticity. star sign: libra sun , virgo moon , scorpio rising. sexuality: bisexual. favourite literature piece: wild geese by mary oliver , an anthology . “meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in the family of things.”

merrit is the only child of the young hornsby couple. she doesn’t remember much of her childhood, according to her grandma, she was the happiest kid. had everything she could ever ask for and more.

the reason why merrit can’t remember any of this is the beginning of a tragedy — a stormy december night, she and her parents went missing. grandma says they were gone for over five months. a kidnapping case gone cold, they thought. right when the old couple was giving up on them, an angel from above delivered antonia to their door step. malnourished, void of any memory but alive.

life after losing her parents was easier than expected, grandma hornsby ( nee du pont ) made sure merrit would recover from this without any trauma & in a way, she did.

doesn’t have the best relationship with her grandpa, he’s harsh and cranky and too smart for his own good, merrit is lowkey afraid of him lmfao

she’s currently studying architecture — her dream major was interior design but grandpa encouraged her to pursue architecture to follow her father’s footsteps. kinda made sense because she’s fascinated by houses .. in reality the insides, the families living there are the real source of interest for her but she’s happy to settle for outside for now gshdjkf

personality stuff !!!

uMM.... i’d say she’s lowkey a people pleaser sdhjkf like ?? making her grandparents proud is . literally the only thing she’s ever wanted in this world n now she feels the same responsibility for every single soul in her life . a torturous existence if you ask me

can’t say no <3 if she thinks its gonna make u feel a tiny bit better . boom . she’s in .

the friend you’d call to bury a body . no questions asked . she’s pickin up the shovel as you speak asdghfjk unless it’s between her grandparents n you, then *michael scott vc* how the turntables.... sdhjfk shes rattin u out instantly rip

LOVES to talk n listen . fills her heart with joy . a blabbermouth .

an overachiever . doesn’t sleep much, rocks the dark circles 7/24 lmfao works bc doesn’t like the idea of .. wasting life if that makes sense ??

loyal 2 a fault. mostly to olympus. wld do anything to stay in the secret society / establish her place .

extremely gentle n caring . sometimes ?? its just . too much sdjkf like. tone it down <3

likes poetry ,, especially mary oliver n louise glück ! her fav poem is the orange by wendy cope.

i imagine her wearing flowy, tulle dresses with floral embroidery or vintage pieces idk

has shit ton of plants but struggles to keep them alive rip

!!! im . terrible at explaining her fr i hate it here ok i hav a vision but ??? i cant explain it

safe 2 say shes having difficulty deciding who she’s supposed to be . a part of her wants to be the golden child for her grandparents n the other side .. jst wants to live her life y’know ???

UPDATE ! i’ve realised that by hiding her secret, i also unintentionally hid a big portion of her personality and she comes across as the typical, soft & gentle soul. don’t get me wrong, she is indeed gentle and soft but she’s also volatile and deceitful !

connection ideas !!!

childhood friends - except she doesn’t remember any of it. maybe your muse thinks she’s changed. maybe they don’t care. maybe they are no longer friends . idk

penpals - seriously ??? i imagine her as someone who writes letters jst bc they’re nostalgic n cute ??? cld be fun.

a home - i kno home’s not a person but a feeling but tell that to merrit lmao. this person’s probably the only one in the whole damn world she’d choose over her grandparents. platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter.

betrothed - super old school yikes. nt exactly betrothed either .. maybe her grandma thot it’d be better if these two were in a relationship . maybe they remained as friends . maybe they hated each other . maybe they kept the publicity stunt ( cue 2 merrit begging to keep faking the rel so her grandpa wld be happy )

exes - a classic. ts this is me trying vibes . on good or bad terms . lingering feelings ? yes please .

bad + good influence - again, classic sdhjfk

saw u at the garden but cldn’t say hi bc i’m a dumb binch - basically someone she has a minor, unrequited crush on. probably knows this person through her other friends but she’s too damn timid to take the first step

a friend from labyrinth . ok hear me out . this is a big deal for her bc she’s all in for her society n v opposed to the idea of a second one even existing . wouldn’t say shes openly mean or .. rude to labyrinth members but ?? jst . wants to protect her own , so this would be a v secret friendship .

a project - could say she has some sort of a savior complex . wants to ‘fix’ people up .. toxic much, mer? <3 anyway ashdjk maybe she thinks .. she can change your muse ? i truly dont know.

ok final one . its juicy . someone who’s suspicious of her . she has a secret n for the obv reason i didn’t talk abt it, your muse’s suspicious n it’s just . hashtag awkward

these r the only connection ideas i have rn my brain said get tht fire exit door im off im so sorry forgive moi bUT im a sucker for angst : ) so theres that

something inspired by my queen n savior phoebe bridgers or . folklore ?? yeah.

give me noora / william vibes . the ex friends . the dan / blair dynamic . i live for them ok sgdhfjkl

#hqcruel.intro #oke im bit late .. or early idk asdhfkls #no proof reading <3 if u spot stuff .#baby im nt even here . im a hallucination #sdghjfk .. so bad . le shité . i did this . for what ??#tw kidnapping #tw death #intro.

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holasraiboo1971 · 4 years

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is that [AVAN JOGIA]? no, that’s just [ERICH TAILOR]. [HE/HIM] is [TWENTY EIGHT] years old and is an [ENGLISH TEACHER]. rumor has it they’ve been in town for [THREE MONTHS]. on a good day, they’re [INVENTIVE & OUTGOING]. but watch out! they can also be [PRETENTIOUS & CYNICAL]. [WASTELAND, BABY BY HOZIER] plays in my head whenever i think of them. can’t wait to see them around springhill! [fry, 22, est, she/her]

hello all! my name is fry! cannot wait to start writing with you all! if you like what you see, go ahead and like and i’ll come to you for some plots :)

ABOUT ERICH.

full name: erich malli tailor.

nickname: er (pronounced like the word air).

height: 5′10.

hometown: portland, oregon.

occupation: english teacher.

birthday: march 10th.

zodiac: pisces.

BACKGROUND.

early childhood.

erich’s therapist said once that sometimes people imagine things so often that they cannot tell if it is a real memory or not. unfortunately, that’s all erich has of his birth parents. fake memories of happier times.

what erich does know is that his mother was a teenager. she wanted to raise him on her own but simply couldn’t. now, as an adult, he doesn’t blame her or hold any resentment.

growing up in the foster care system was all erich knew. switching from family to family created many longterm issues for him. as a kid, he had zero hope that he would ever be fully adopted. he had hopped in and out of so many different homes that he wouldn’t even unpack.

erich didn’t have many friends. he liked it that way. he found saying goodbye to friends was harder than making them. so he was alone for the most part.

adoption day finally arrived at the age of ten. a nice, liberal, lesbian couple who lived in the middle of san diego. they were kind and wanted to open their home to a kid who they wanted to grow to love. lucky erich.

after his adoption, erich’s longterm issues would begin to rise to the surface. he showed lots of behavioral issues, signs of abandonment issues, and clear commitment issues. his new parents were there for him through every step of therapy.

teenagedom.

things seemed to be turning around for erich. therapy was really helping him work through his issues, he was beginning to make friends, and his grades were starting to boost.

his parents really pushed for him to get into the arts. mainly for mental health reasons, but also because they both appreciated the arts and wanted their son too as well.

it wasn’t long until erich’s hobbies and passions only consisted of artistic activities. watercolor painting helped him convey the loneliness and anxiety he felt growing up. creative writing helped him expand his imagination and patience. music was just fun for him.

he submitted short stories and poems into contests in high school and eventually won a couple. it was then that he realized writing was what he wanted to do in his adult years.

around this time, erich was beginning to grow popular with the ladies at his high school. he had hit a growth spurt, he was beginning to grow into a self of style, and was beginning to grow into a handsome young man! however, erich was not interested in any of them.

to put things simply, it was a different time back then. this was the year lizzie’s iconic “that’s so gay” commercial had aired. there were plenty of developments that still needed to be made for the lgbtq+ community to be where it stood today. so, with this logic, why would erich want to come out as bisexual? he didn’t even know bisexual was a term.

so, erich would date girls publicly and cheat on them with guys behind their backs. things were going as smoothly as possible until one of the guys were outed. they then felt the need to out erich too.

it was a dark time for erich. he was hated by most females, the males he had been seeing wanted nothing to do with him because of the amount of bullying he had started receiving, and all of his friends turned their backs on him. when things got really tough for him, his moms turned him to the typewriter and encouraged him to write.

erich and his moms ended up moving back to portland his junior year. a smart move and one that was definitely needed for him to grow.

surprisingly, the culture was completely different in portland. he was able to become his true self in portland. he was surrounded by incredible friends and had an incredible support system.

erich came out as bisexual and finished a novel his senior year.

young adult life up to now.

erich never tried published his novel. he doesn’t think he ever will. it’s incredibly personal and he thinks it needs a ton of work. he’ll probably let you read the first chapter if you ask him though.

erich took a gap year to travel before attending college in oregon. he and his boyfriend from senior year roadtripped across the united states. unfortunately, the two broke up halfway back to oregon.

sadly, erich’s mother died of a car accident during his senior year of college. the two were extremely close and so it hit erich really hard.

in college, you party. it happens. however, after erich’s mom’s death, the partying picked up for him, and that wasn’t all. erich’s drinking habits started growing to new heights. not only that, but erich had decided to do a couple party drugs in the process.

slowly but surely, erich’s grades began to drop and soon enough he was placed on academic probation. after that, he did the bare minimum to get his degree and that’s what he continued to do.

while erich desperately wants to be a well-known author, he has a feeling he never will be. so, he became an english teacher instead.

extras.

some of erich’s favorite places are when harry met jerry, cloak and stagger, and sunshine diner. he’s probably fucked up on something or working on another never-to-be-released novel.

yes, erich teaches your high school aged children. sometimes, he shows up to class hungover. he is also an incredibly laid back teacher. there are also rumors going around the school saying erich sleeps with parents sometimes. despite all of this, he creates one of the safest spaces for his students and truly cares about them.

erich is the sponsor for the high school GSA club.

erich has a puppy despite how much he hates dogs.

if i think of anything else, i’ll update!

WANTED CONNECTIONS

*means capped / taken.

other teacher friends. please. imagine the workplace gossip.

if your muse’s kid is 14-18, they probably have some sort of opinion on erich. let’s plot that out!

in regard to that second one, maybe the two have slept together?

matched on tinder / bumble. they could have slept together or the two just met and became friends that way!

friends w/benefits.

a good ol’ bromance pls.

enemies maybe????!!

if your muse works in at when harry met jerry, cloack and stagger, or sunshine diner, there is a chance that these two are going to see each other a lot. let’s plot that out!

erich has only lived in springhill for three months so most connections are going to be present connections so please keep that in mind!

erich has also cut ties with everyone from his high school / childhood so! none of those please!

maybe our muses went to college in portland together!

i’m pretty much an open book and love plotting !

ALRIGHT ! that’s pretty much it ! can’t wait to write with yall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#springhillintro #bio #PHEW #death tw

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firebrands · 4 years

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Hi! Congrats on the follower milestone! :) I'm terrible at prompts so pls feel free to ignore this, but maybe a steve/tony bookstore au of some kind? TY 💖💕

peach, omg, this has been sitting in my inbox FOREVER anyway i hope you like this!!!!! (it… ended up much longer than i expected.) | on ao3

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“if you don’t like people reading, then maybe you shouldn’t have opened a bookshop,” steve said evenly from where he’s seated, reading the newspaper. there was a cup of coffee steaming beside him that he’d prepared for tony, but before tony could even raise the mug to his lips he was distracted by a young man flipping through one of the books. he had cracked it open so widely that it had creased the spine, which steve knew tony hated.

“i didn’t say anything,” tony said, still wearing the scowl that had formed on his face when he’d see the boy open the book up.

“you didn’t have to,” steve smiled, putting the paper down and pushing the mug towards tony.

tony drank the coffee quietly.

they’d opened the store together a few months back, after finally finding the right spot in the middle of a university village. the place ensured that they’d get the foot traffic they needed to keep running.

their friendship had spanned longer than that, meeting through common friends and finding a shared love for literature. through the years and books they’d lent each other, they’d formed a fast friendship, and steve fell in love with the way tony preened over new books, the way he had a manic air about him as he set about organizing.

still, he kept his distance; it was a bad enough idea to start a business with a friend (even if the business was going well), but it just seemed too late to try for anything more. they’d known each other for almost a decade, now, and steve didn’t set out to fall in love, but that’s just the way it is.

“we’re getting a new shipment today,” tony said as he scrolled through his phone. “poetry. lots of college kids asking for it.”

“probably being discussed in english, then,” steve said, picking up the newspaper to stop himself from staring at the stubble that had grown on tony’s cheeks, meaning he hadn’t shaved this morning. it troubled him a little, still, that he’d notice these things.

tony hummed in response, then moved to his desk to go through the inventory.

“you didn’t tell me the orders were for derek walcott,” steve said, standing over two boxes full of ‘Collected Poems: 1948-1984′

“i didn’t know you liked him,” tony said from where he was leaning on the doorframe and watching steve.

without thinking, steve recited a few lines from memory: “the fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again.”

behind him, tony sucked in a breath, surprised. “when have I ever not loved the pain of love? but this has moved past love to mania!” he quoted the next lines to steve excitedly. “i love that poem.”

steve bit his lip before plastering a smile on his face as he turned to look at tony. “never would’ve guessed,” he said, his heart hammering so hard against his chest it felt like it was cracking under the strain.

steve got in early, like he always did, and he flipped the sign on the door to from ‘closed’ to ‘open’ before he began brewing a pot of coffee. after a few minutes, he peered up at the sky as the first droplets of rain tapped against the window.

the cup of coffee was ready when tony came running in, shaking rain out of his hair as he shucked off his coat. “rain’s pretty bad,” tony said.

“i can tell,” steve answered, pushing the cup forward.

tony took a long drink before smiling at steve. “thanks,” he said, reaching over to squeeze steve’s forearm. “really.”

steve nodded at tony, smile tight. “any time.”

“no, really, steve. every morning, i always find myself looking forward to your coffee.”

steve continued to nod, not really knowing what to do with himself, hyper-aware of tony’s hand still on his, bare skin on bare skin, and they’d done this so many times, touched each other because it meant nothing but friendship to touch each other, except this felt different, somehow. all that’s going through steve’s head is tony’s voice, saying over and over again: “but this has moved past love to mania.”

steve gently pried his arm away from tony’s grip, thoughts flying unbidden to the end of the poem. hold hard then, heart. this way at least you live.

“i suppose we shouldn’t be expecting many customers today,” steve said, turning away from tony. “i’ll be at the back.”

and he was right; no one came in for an hour, and then another hour, and then it was lunch time and tony was standing by the door in his coat. he held steve’s jacket up to him expectantly. “how do you feel about getting some soup?” he asked, and he looked strangely chastened as he said so.

“soup sounds good,” steve answered, because he was a weak man when faced with tony’s sadness, no matter how nebulous.

“great,” tony said, brightening. “i have an umbrella that fits two and the perfect place in mind.”

the restaurant was only a block away, but it was raining hard enough that when they arrived, steve’s right arm was drenched, and tony’s left sleeve dripping water onto the carpet.

“he said it was big enough for two,” steve said apologetically to the waitress. beside him, tony huffed and stuffed the umbrella into the stand.

the waitress smiled at them and led them to a table. “just give us a sec, we know what we’re getting,” tony said, because this waitress was new, and they were here at least once a month.

steve leaned back on the chair and checked to see if his phone was safe as tony ordered a tomato soup for him, and pumpkin soup for steve. while waiting they talked about everything and nothing; updates on the book tony was reading, a story about a conversation steve had with sam after work.

“you’d think we’d run out of things to talk about,” tony says, laughing a little as their food arrived.

“yeah,” steve said, keeping the wistfulness from his tone. “that’s friendship for you.”

tony smiled back at steve, and began eating his soup.

steve tucked in as well, trying to keep the food down despite the sudden queasiness. he felt very young again, all of the sudden, having these feeling stirring in him. he’d had a lid on them long enough, but it was almost cliche that a poem would send them surging back. but he knew, too, that there was nothing for it; he’d ride the crest of his wave like all the times the feelings roiled inside him. then it would be normal again.

tony looked up from his food to say something, then stopped and reached over to wipe a bit of soup from the side of steve’s lip.

steve startled so badly he dropped his spoon, splattering pumpkin soup all over himself. he noticed the shocked look on tony’s face before he stood up abruptly, and he meant to go to the bathroom, but his legs thought otherwise, and next thing he knew he was standing in the middle of the park, three blocks away from the restaurant, soaked through.

he felt, vaguely, like the heroine of a romcom.

except, the thought dully, this is where the story ended. tony wasn’t going to run up and sweep him off his feet.

steve stood for a few more minutes, calmed by the steady beat of raindrops on the crown of his head, and then walked home.

miraculously, his phone was working, and he sent tony a text saying he just headed home for a change of clothes.

tony replied with a curt ‘ok.’ and steve was back in the shop in less than an hour (an hour he spent mostly thinking of an excuse for his behavior).

tony was standing behind the cashier when steve entered, and he raised an eyebrow at steve in greeting.

steve smiled, a little embarrassed, and then headed to the back room to pick up books that needed shelving.

tony, surprisingly, remained silent as steve set the box of books down and began filling up the shelves. steve let himself fall into the relaxed attentiveness of menial, repetitive work, and was jolted out of his reverie when he noticed a shadow over the now half-empty box of books.

tony looked at steve searchingly.

“you good?” he asked.

“yes,” steve said, standing up straight, confident because of the space between them.

as if noticing this, tony stepped over the box, making him almost chest to chest with steve.

“because–” tony started, reaching out for steve’s hand, which was still on one of the books. steve didn’t mean to draw his hand away, but he did.

tony breathed out through his nose. “because that’s a thing that’s happening,” he said, sounding displeased.

“nothing,” steve said haltingly, “nothing’s happening.”

“tell me what’s wrong,” tony ordered.

“nothing!” steve said, and tried to move past tony to the front of the shop, where he wasn’t trapped in between bookshelves and the love of his life.

tony sidestepped and blocked steve’s way. “oh, there’s definitely something,” he said, placing a hand on steve’s shoulder, as if to ensure that steve couldn’t escape.

“there’s really nothing to talk about, tony,” steve said as he took a step back and shrugged off tony’s hand.

“you keep doing that!” tony snapped.

“and you keep doing that!”

“so what?” tony yelled, hands thrown up in the air in exasperation.

“so what?” steve said shrilly, anger finally getting the best of him. “so stop touching me because it hurts because i love you!” he shouted, and then felt his breath catch.

tony took a step forward. steve took a step back.

they kept moving until steve was backed up against a bookshelf, neither of them saying a word as tony closed in on him, both of them just breathing, silent as if they were letting steve’s words settle in between them.

tony looked at steve defiantly. “say that again,” he said.

“no.”

“please,” tony whispered, but he didn’t have to; there was barely any space between them now, and the shop was quiet save for the rain tapping against the windows.

“tony–” steve felt trapped, and horrified, and embarrassed.

tony reached out to touch him, slowly, as if afraid to startle steve, and steve swallowed as he felt tony’s hand rest against his cheek.

steve’s breath was coming in short bursts, and he swallowed again as he looked at tony, one of his best friends, who he’d basically seen grow up since they’d met in college, tony, his business partner who made sure that they’d be sustainable and that their friendship didn’t crumble under the weight of shared responsibility, tony, who liked his coffee with two spoonfuls of brown sugar, tony, whose eyes were warm and lovely, whose cheeks were dusted pink–

“steve,” tony said, calling his attention, right before sealing the space between them with a kiss.

another semester passed, and they received another order of poetry books.

“it’s neruda, this semester,” tony had said from the back, where he was tearing tape off the edges of the boxes.

steve nodded distractedly as he filled up another order slip, only stopping his scribbling when he felt tony’s warm weight pressed against his side.

tony leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to steve’s cheek as he held up one of the books. he cleared his throat before he began to read: “te amo sin saber como, ni cuándo, ni de donde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo.” tony paused and looked at steve. “do you recognize this one?” he asked.

“no,” steve said, smiling at tony. “will you translate it for me?”

#steve x tony #stony #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #things i write #asks #omg-just-peachy #bookshop!au #derek walcott #pablo neruda #added ao3 link!! it's almost 2k words my dudes jesus chriiiist

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applewoodprincess · 4 years

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Curious Cat: describing SVT personalities

J: kind and selfless to a fault, willing to sacrifice himself if it means letting the ppl he cares about flourish. he's very shy, yet at the same time, very easily excitable. he's a child at heart, but he'll only open up to ppl he is closed to. he clings to his members, seeking affection, playing pranks on them as a way to show his affection toward them. childish & clingy, but incredibly intelligent and clever. he's faced a lot of hardships, but the fact that he always holds a positive attitude is amazing. he's not greedy nor takes things for granted, he knows how to appreciate what he has, but constantly aims to ameliorate himself. he forces himself to be confident bc it helps him believe in himself in order to keep going. he's very humble about himself, but will throw a parade for his members. non-huihuis often see him as a weirdo, but i see it as him finally being comfortable enough to show us his lovable and eccentric quirks. overall, junnie is an adorable and sweet kid, who loves his members and triggers people's motherly instincts 😆 (god, i love him so much)

HS: spazzy but intense. we all know how he gets when he's excited and having fun lol. he's among the moodmakers, the one always ready to cheer you on and offer to help you. he is very kind and generous, and yes, spazzy lol. on the flip side, when it comes time to work, he is INTENSE. he's hard on himself AND his members. he knows when to stop goofing and get serious. he may be a little clueless when it comes to most things, but he's far from dumb. super passionate and determined.

WW: the hot nerd jk 😂 idk how it's possible for someone to be such a perfect blend of: confidence, intelligence, kindness, and playfulness. (not to say that the others are shallow FAR FROM IT), but wonu is just so deep? in everything he does, he puts in so much thought, carefully choosing his words and actions. he's the cool kid that gets cooler as you spend time with him. he tends to be on the quieter side (when not having fun with the rest of them), but he knows how to take charge and be assertive when he needs to. the way he cares for his members isn't obvious as some others, but it's there, subtle yet significant. something else i really appreciate from him is the amount of thoughtfulness he puts into something he knows is important--not necessarily for himself, but for others. like how he took the time to learn flower language bc fans gave him flowers, or how he continuously wore the bracelet that jun's mom gave 96z. and his determination and sheer willpower. god, that clip from HTR. he was ready to collapse, yet didn't allow himself to. the fact he was able to push forward and finish the show speaks volumes of his sense of responsibility and determination. *sigh* jeon wonu, you are the perfect man

WZ: tough marshmallow lol. bc he's strict, but also super soft and sweet! haha. if WW comes across as closed off at first sight, then WZ is basically a hermit lol. he's very shy, but he's grown to be confident and proud of what he's accomplished. of course there are still fears and worries, but he's by no means hesitant or indecisive when it comes to what he wants from his music. passionate and serious, but still sweet and caring. a man of few words, but many melodies and poems~

T8: very goal-orientated and ambitious. a realistic, but still able to dream and create beautiful art pieces that require imagination. a romantic. kind and sweet, but not overtly emotional. down to earth and practical. (the same can be said for wonhoon too but) not someone to condone BS lol. protective of his members. won't hesitate to snap back if there is injustice or unfairness. despite the serious attitude, a real loving kid.

MG: mr. perfect, with a slice of clumsiness jk 😂 a soft boy. the kind of friend you can count on. reliable and pleasant, friendly, outgoing. can get huffy at times, but it never lasts long. emotional. he just has A LOT of feels all the time about a lot of things. despite being pretty much perfect, he still strives to better himself, never letting his achievements get to his head. his clumsiness isn't limited to breaking/dropping things. some of the things he says sometimes does come across as a little tactless, but it's never with bad intentions. he's an all around GOOD BOY. very soft and gentle.

DK: the kindest soul~ most ppl see him as a little ditzy, and he does tend to be clueless and silly, but he has such a big heart. and a very good moodmaker! it's not for nothing that he's our sunshine! hahah. but he's so hardworking, too. and also super emotional. if MG channels his emotions through speeches and writing, then DK just lets his emotions flow out haha. it's raw and honest. not one to pretend or put on airs. what you see is what you get. an honest and kind boy :D

SK: sassy lol. he is such a delight tbh. one of the brightest spots in the universe. not only is he smart, he quick on his feet and can turn any situation around. sure, he nags and sasses his members, but he loves them so much??? also king at reading the mood in a room. king of entertainment. king of moodmakers. he can be loud and confident and funny and lead an entire show. but on the other hand, he is very sensitive and ALSO emotional. yes, he cries a lot lol, but he's also more likely to lash out when he's mad (which is actually hilarious to see ngl). among svt, he probably takes care of their image as idols the most lol.

VN: (anyone who comes to me with "VN stoner" comments will get smacked). he is a sweet and caring kid, mischievous at times, but doesn't have a bad bone in his entire body. yes, he's spacey, but he is true to himself and what he wants. he doesn't bend for trends or anybody's opinion, and i honestly find that admirable. even more so than josh, he is very mellow. he is much more of the listening type, but afterward, he will talk and give you his honest opinions. he doesn't mince words. very honest and true. also great supporter, even when he doesn't quite understand lol. while he seems pretty mature, the fact that he's still much a baby when it comes to everyday life is really cute.

DN: a very mature and independent young man. in a way, i think he's quite similar to Hao, with how he is very ambitious and strives to do/learn more and more, to hone in his skills. very passionate, too. he is very responsible and capable of taking the lead, which he does when it comes to dancing (only second to HS). he acts like a hyung lol (and you can see it pretty clearly in the way he and jun interact). i think he has an easier time being the maknae nowadays lol. a reliable young man full of passion!

oh, man. this is a huge essay 😅 i'm sorry it's so long! and i'm probably forgetting a bunch of details for each member, so pls don't get mad at me 🙏😭 these are just my own personal thoughts about each of them, even if they're lacking. all in all, we are very lucky to have 13 wonderful, kind, and talented young men.

ahhh thank you, my dear! please take care and stay safe, too! hopefully this is satisfactory 😅

(i should have ch. 17 out in a few days. thank you for the wait!) xoxoxo

#curious cat #curious cat answered #personal #swanny #swanny_writer

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flightsrsk · 4 years

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hello hello all !!! my name is riley and this is my actual trash son maverick, aka the flight risk !!! i am so so hyped to get the ball rollin on this, so check out info on my kid under ze cut !!

warning: this got rlly mcfreaking long and i am so sorry fjdklsjs i am incapable of writing a short intro post

unfortunately i will not be able to be around for the official opening bc i’m on vacation w my fam and godparents, but i will try and intermittently read intros and chat to you guys about plots !!!! PLS feel free to bombard me through IMs or through discord if any plot sparks ur interest or u think mav could fit well in one of ur plots!!! :’)

THE BASICS

Name: Maverick Hobbes Braxton

Age: Twenty-one

Gender: Cismale

Pronouns: He/Him

Major & year: Philosophy, Third year

Faceclaim: Alex Fitzalan

Occupation: N/A

THE FLIGHT RISK

Maverick Braxton, as you might see, is an enigma—or rather, has evolved into one, slowly: a transformation that begun with his first breath. In his early years, the stage had been set for him, line by line. Act One: attend prep schools, excel in classes. Act Two: attend Covington, take center stage—you know, all of the things his older brother, Richard had accomplished with ease, just one year prior to all of his expectations. It was simple, really: a blueprint laid out ahead of him, with little to nothing in his way.

The only problem was that Maverick didn’t exactly see the point in choosing that path, that stage, that story. To him, it wasn’t challenging.

That, and the fact that the life laid out in front of him offered him absolutely nothing.

A series of banal expectations, unfair comparisons, and heartbreaking betrayals, and the traditional life of the Braxton child was thrown out the window—at least, in his brain, it was. See, Maverick Braxton, while independent, coy, and arrogant, isn’t stupid. He knows if he pleases his parents just enough, they’ll still distribute his trust fund and still bail him out of legal trouble when he inevitably tiptoes too far down the delicate line between ambition and rebellion. Perhaps it’s a bit selfish, but what does he owe to a family who paid him no attention, who never asked of his well-being, his own ambitions, his personal dreams?

He’s the kind of person to drive down the highway, windows rolled all the way down, cigarette lit—not because he necessarily likes the taste of nicotine, but because he likes the way the smoke creates clouds that obscure reality. He’ll surprise you in class when he interjects with a sarcastic but surprisingly salient point before throwing up his hood and retreating to the back corner for the rest of class. He’s the kind of person to start reading a book, flipping incessantly through the pages, both impatient by the pace of the plot, yet put it down before he reaches the final pages because he doesn’t want to be disappointed by the ending. He’s the kind of artist who rarely finishes a sketch, the writer who is never satisfied by a poem—for fear, of course, by deep-rooted insecurities that nothing that he will ever do will be enough.

A once-broken heart had taken time to mend, even though it seems ice-cold and whole from the outside. It’s why he has commitment issues: he doesn’t want to be burned again. He plays off his flirtatious bit as a personality trait, someone who is bored by the prospect of being tied down—and yet those who share his bed might consider him Covington’s most surprisingly deep pillow-talker.

An enigma, you see—one who doesn’t stick around long enough for anyone to truly understand, truly a Flight Risk.

BIOGRAPHY:

( You can read his full biography here! Still in the process of editing it a bit, but below are some important bullet points! )

Maverick was born the second of three children to the Braxton family—and as per usual with the Braxton children, he was born into a life filled to the absolute brim of expectation.

His father, a playwright, his mother, an actress. His brother, a theatre prodigy—what part did that leave him to play? The assumed expectations were to follow in his mother and brothers’ footsteps and take center stage; he excelled, for a while, but Maverick always felt lost.

Neighbors and family friends would always ask if he had measured up, in each and every shape and form: it was like the entire universe had a scoreboard with their names titling each section, and Maverick was always playing catch-up, never knowing where the finish line was.

For a while, he stuck to the script that was given to him: study, succeed, repeat. He tried to understand the ins and outs of his father’s work, of masterful acting techniques, trying to make a large enough splash to where his family would even notice the work he put into his life. Surprise: it didn’t.

It took him seventeen years to truly understand that his role in life was not exactly the story his parents had laid out for him, but rather, his sibling, instead.

Downcast emotions transformed quickly into cynicism. What used to make him feel sad now fueled a blue fire within Maverick’s chest, one that felt wronged by the system he was placed in: a complete first-world problem, but it was then and there when he decided to take advantage of his situation, given that he had spent his entire life dedicated to a part he wouldn’t play.

Hypocritical as he was, he still enjoyed the fruits of his parents’ work, cashing the unlimited checks with his name on them, as if it was some sort of sick version of love.

One piece of recognition that Maverick finally earned was an acceptance to Covington—and even that couldn’t be tainted by his brother’s success or his legacy status.

At Covington, Maverick has both lost and found his footing, multiple times. He’s quit acting, quit studying theater, in favor of a topic that stimulates his brain more than reading lines and

PERSONALITY:

Maverick Braxton is certainly a paradox. He’s charismatic, funny, and has a witty sense of humor –– and is generally appreciated by his peers because he’s able to move conversation and discussion without making topics seem dry.

Despite his apparent inferiority to his sibling, the Braxton family still breeds the cream of the crop. He’s certainly a bit arrogant sometimes, given that he’s intelligent, innovative, and clever, and wants to be recognized for it –– however, even if he might not show it on the outside, he appreciates a good challenger. He thinks it keeps his wit sharp, and of course, his ego would never show it, but he does appreciate learning from people. After all, his passion in philosophy, his current area of study, makes him certainly interested in how the world works.

Those who happen to get to know Maverick outside of the surface-level stuff, outside the initial cockiness and flirtatious front he puts on will know that he’s actually quite thoughtful. His lonely childhood has made him extremely loyal to those who have shown him similar trust and friendship –– he would never turn his back on them.

He asks probing questions, is a good listener –– perhaps because he’s interested in human decision making, but is also because he doesn’t quite know what it’s like to be loved unconditionally –– though he wants to.

Deep down, what almost no one knows is that he’s really quite soft. He passes his curiosity off as wanting to understand people, when really it’s a mechanism for hoping someone asks him questions in return, to give him the time of day he wished his parents ( and the rest of the goddamned universe ) had given him.

Despite his theatre prowess, he isn’t actually a particularly good liar. Those who spend enough time around him can hear his tone of voice incline slightly and see him scratch his brow.

AESTHETICS:

coffee-stained mugs, walking with headphones in but nothing playing, untied shoelaces, black hoodies, a cheeky smirk, small books in his back pocket, writing in the margins, unfinished poems, quoting old authors on a daily basis, incessant eye-rolling, pen ink stains, an unmade bed, mismatched socks, floral ties, empty bottles of liquor, rose thorn pricks, old worn poetry books, polished dress shoes, calloused fingers, unlit cigarettes between teeth.

HEADCANONS:

Funnily enough, Maverick’s name means ‘independent, a noncomformist’, which is exactly the path that he has taken to stray away from his family’s expectations.

He does have one strong connection to his family, though: his grandmother, on his father’s side. She understands the pressure he undergoes, who saw the pressure Maverick’s father endured to obtain the success he has. She is one of the only reasons that Maverick has not just jetted off to take on his own adventure. He loves her dearly, and wishes that her empathy and wisdom would rub off on the rest of his family.

Maverick has some form of synesthesia, which allows him to remember a lot more than the average person. He associates colors, smells, sounds, to words –– and allows him to efficiently study any subjects he doesn’t have immediate passion for.

In the privacy of his own bedroom, he sometimes writes poetry and sketches his thoughts and muses –– when he knows he’s in complete privacy. Faces and features that appear in his sketchbooks are often those he’s thinking of often, those who intrigue him. He’s actually quite good a sketching, maybe not quite as good at writing poetry.

His room is spotless –– evidence that he is a bit of a control freak sometimes. It shows that during his adolescence, he reveled in the parts of his life that he could control and perfect.

tw drugs. He more than dabbles in drug use, smoking marijuana maybe every other day, while partaking in harder drugs like cocaine and adderall and others probably once a week. He feels like he’s in control of his use, but it may start to get the best of him. end tw.

Maverick is left-handed. He hates that he gets pen ink stains when he draws, writes poetry, takes notes. His left palm is probably perennially covered with ink.

Though he’s often wearing headphones ( airpods, of course, the nerve of this rich kid ), half the time, nothing’s playing. Sometimes he forgets to press play on his phone, sometimes he purposely likes listening to decision-making and conversations of strangers. it lets him think about the nature of mankind.

Maverick’s favorite philosopher is Albert Camus, known for his work that heavily developed the idea of absurdism ( much to do with the meaning of life, and human inability to discern an answer ).

Maverick’s preferred method of transportation is his skateboard. he loved it first because his parents hated it: pushing himself around on a board like that would get him injured—besides, why not just take the car to school, the driver had been paid for anyway? It was his first taste of rebellion. Now at Covington, where skateboarding is far more efficient than walking across campus, it comes in handy when he sees someone he’d rather not stop and chat to.

Maverick could die with a poetry book nestled on his chest—it’s the one thing he got out of the impressive book collection his family owned. There was something daunting and beautiful about the way poems would transform metaphors into something fantastical, like the emotions were clearly there, but the words were skirting the issue. Kind of like how his parents would never really tell him they loved him.

Maverick often has headphones in when he walks to class. not particularly because he’s actually listening to music or a podcast, but rather because he’d just … rather not be bothered to stop and talk to people.

Maverick loves to draw. He’s mostly self-taught, with a bit of mentorship from his high school art teacher. Evidenced by the rest of his fleeting personality, he rarely finishes a sketch or painting. He claims he never has time to finish them, but the number of crumbled-up, half-finished sketches in his trash bin might say otherwise.

PLOTS

** see my wanted plots tag here too! // and my plots page here !!

* FIRST LOVE / OPEN.

It wouldn’t be easy to make Maverick feel like even more of a disappointment than he already had with his parents, his family—but your muse proved this feeling wrong. He loved them, more than he’d ever loved anything before. In the midst of confusion about where he belonged, he felt safe with your muse; he’d do anything for them. Things ended, he felt betrayed ( though the break-up could have easily been due to a fault of his ), and the split made him the one who now struggles fully with commitment. He doesn’t want to have his heart broken again. See: this entire pinterest board.

but also if u give me this ……………… i’ll name my firstborn after u

* BEST FRIEND / OPEN.

Those who go through similar childhood traumas are often able to understand each other –– that was how it worked with Maverick and your muse, at least. They’re thick as thieves — and have likely seen the ups and downs of Maverick’s life in real time.

* CHILDHOOD FRIENDS / OPEN.

Self explanatory—and also probably knows about the pressures the Braxton family imposes on their children.

* EX-FRIENDS / OPEN.

Friends who were close, close no longer. Maverick’s a real piece of work, and an asshole, too—there are myriad possibilities for why Maverick could have pushed them away. He wouldn’t openly admit that he misses being around your muse, but he certainly would feel a bit of guilt given that they’re no longer the closest of friends.

* MOMENT OF WEAKNESS / OPEN.

Your muse, in whatever unfortunate setting, saw a glimpse of Maverick’s soft side that hardly ever makes an appearance. He’s not going to let them tell the world about his vulnerabilities, though. Not a chance.

* DISLIKED / OPEN.

Maverick is sarcastic, cold, and sometimes emotionless. It’s not surprising that not everyone gets along with the middle Braxton. The possibilities are endless—throw in some sexual tension and I’d actually fall at ur feet.

* PREVIOUS ROOMMATES / OPEN.

Your muse, at one point, probably knew Maverick better than everyone else at Covington. They overheard some of his phone calls with his parents, saw his notes for how he was to achieve his life goals, heard him crying in the middle of the night when he thought your muse was asleep. They could be extremely close now, as in one of the few people Maverick opens up to, or could be distant friends who know about one anothers’ struggles. The possibilities are endless, tbh.

+ ANYTHING LEGITIMATELY ……… IF U THINK THERE’S POSSIBILITY FOR SOMETHING COOL W MAV AND UR MUSE. SIGN ME THE F UP. THANKS.

#tw:drugs #tw:smoking #tw:flashing lights #covintro #// PLS HMU WITH PLOTS OK FDJKLSJSD I HATE I AM MISSING OPENING BUT I WANT ALL THE PLOTS

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𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖕 𝖎𝖘 𝖚𝖕 , 𝖙𝖚𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 ?? it me , ur girl ... moe ! i am twenty years old , i prefer she / her pronouns , and i stay being a dumbass in the est . this is my best boy , lot . i hope you all grow to be as fond of him as i am because i am whipped for my baby . i would also just like to take a quick moment to sing my praises for reed & hannah because they have done such a good job at compiling such a god tier group of people to write this story . like , 10/10 best admins in the game . anywho ! pls don’t hesitate to drop into the read more to learn more about LOT KANG !

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

full name : lancelot elijah kang . age : twenty . date of birth : november 18 , 1999 . zodiac : scorpio sun , pisces moon , taurus rising . gender & pronouns : cismale & he / him ! major : american literature . year : second year . romantic orientation : panromantic . sexual orientation : pansexual . occupation : sales associate at bookends . label : the shakespearean tragedy .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 .

inspiration : nick miller , freddie benson , robbie shapiro & his puppet rex , wes gibbons , that one kid in class who NEVER talks but suddenly offers up an unpopular opinion at the end of the semester & you never hear from him again , ricky bowen , and cameron frye .

aesthetics : half finished mugs of coffee with too much creamer in them , dogeared book pages , a couple handfuls of unanswered texts , barbie bandaids wrapped around bloodied fingers , crying silently in the shower , romantic lines of poetry scribbled on the bottom of a beloved skateboard , longing to wake up from a dreadful nightmare , the tightness in your chest before you have to give a presentation in class , torn denim , rain on the pavement , a backpack full of an assortment of literature from all over the world .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 .

so little lancelot kang was born in a tiny little town in florida after his parents moved there from south korea to start on a new adventure . they lowkey hated it but their tiny house became a home to six kangs pretty quickly - mrs . kang gave birth to four little boys !

lancelot HATED his name so he literally forced everyone to call him lot or else ! and for the most part , this demand was respected . unless you were his mother when he was in trouble or his brothers when they wanted to bother him .

but like , aside from the obvious lack of space in their house & wildly busy schedules , the kangs were pretty happy !

( cancer & death tw ) unfortunately , this happiness did not last for long . lot’s mother was diagnosed with cancer pretty late & only had a few months left to live . she told her husband & twelve - year - old lot , thinking that the rest of the boys were too young to understand . so , young lot carried around the knowledge of his mother’s illness , the information feeling like a ticking time bomb strapped to his shoulders . a few months later , mrs . kang passed away , leaving her husband & four young boys . in order to pay for the kids & the hospital bills & funeral costs , mr . kang had to pick up more jobs . this left preteen lot to care for his three little brothers , with no choice but to grow up much quicker than he or his parents would have liked .

( alcoholism tw ) mr . kang would often come home late after lot had already put all the younger boys to bed . the oldest boy knew to have a drink ready for his father when he got home , but the glass bottles began piling up . the boys’ father would often need the help of alcohol to get to sleep every night because if he didn’t black out from the drinks , he would have dreams about his wife . he couldn’t handle seeing her , even if it was in a dream . lot saw her in his dreams too , but he didn’t have the choice of alcoholic beverages to numb himself at such a young age .

so instead , the boy turned to a dream journal to write about his thoughts & experiences while in his mind . however , this dream journal began to bleed into non - dream journals . these journals were filled with poems , long - winded essays , short stories , sonnets , etc . lot was filled with too many emotions to stay quiet , but the boy had nowhere else to express himself .

lot immersed himself so deeply in his stories & poetry & raising the boys & taking care of his father that university snuck up on him . he graduated high school & had no plan for himself . so , he took a gap year to tie up any loose ends at home & get the youngest kang into high school before he even considered university . but with the help of financial aid & pushes from all of his brothers , lot decided to attend covington university & major in american literature .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 & 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

lot is a real hopeless romantic who deeply longs to love & be loved . however , everyone he asks out turns him down or he’s too afraid to even speak to them in the first place .

he’s just such a dirtbag , but a dirtbag with the kindest heart & love for books , poetry , theatre , falling deeply in love , and the like .

lot is very scared of his twenty first birthday because he doesn’t want to start drinking like his dad & he has been able to use his age as an excuse for why he doesn’t drink without giving anyone information . but once his twenty first birthday hits, that excuse will no longer be available & he is afraid of being pressured into drinking .

lot gets tired of his own face really easily so he’s always switching up his hair or getting new piercings .

as u can probably tell, lot is very strongly connected to his dreams whether he likes it or not . the man rarely gets a good night’s rest because he experiences such real shit in his dreams & it feels like information is always being communicated to him somehow in these dreams . part of lot knows that he would be very good at astral projecting, but he’s very scared of the concept .

bro idk i will be putting up a wcs page real soon . please love me & my son . thank u for reading . hope to talk to all of u soon ! pls like this for me to come bother you on discord about plotting !

#covintro

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