CUPID4 PROFILES 🩰🏹
lucid dream (psh smau)
CUPID4 is a girl group under sm entertainment they debuted december 16th 2020, this group consist of 4 members hani,mari,vivi and yn.
✧ THE GIRLS 🏹
୨୧ yn 🕯🩰 - main vocalist,lead dancer, centre
- yn is the most the most loved and hated member in the group
- Spider-Man fan girl
- no 1 Olivia Rodrigo fan
- hates park sunghoon
- is roommates with hani
♡ hani - leader,main dancer,lead rapper,sub vocalist,face of the group
- loves yn
- has unreal visuals
- snsd fangirl
- her and yn bake every friday
- isn’t the closest with vivi for some reason ( yn has been trying to find out for forever).
✧ mari - main rapper,sub vocalist
- has her own dorm
- is a secret fanfiction writer and is big on Wattpad and tumblr (only yn knows)
- loves red velvet
- has the biggest crush on itzy’s ryujin
- yns second gf (REAL)
⋆ˊˎ vivi - lead vocalist,sub rapper,visual
- gets jealous easily
- she’s close with yn (and hani hates that)
- could be a main vocalist in another group
- wanted to to be the talk show host but they thought yn would be better for it.
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🩰VIOLA x VIVI🦆
Duck emoji for our main man, Karoo!🦆
This is for my spontaneous event, which can be found here! This lovely request is from Twitter, and boy, was I stoked to get it! I’ve never written this ship before, and had a lot of fun with it! 💕
Vivi gasped, her eyes snapping open as if she had been sprayed with ice cold water. Her hand flew out to her right, grasping desperately for something familiar. Fingers curling into Karoo’s plummage, she took a deep breath, her mind racing as she tried to steady the frantic beat of her heart.
If she was being honest, the Reverie had been far less wondrous than anticipated. Not only had she been forced into quiet submission whenever a question flew her way, but the whole attempt to enslave Princess Shirahosi had left an absolutely foul taste in her mouth. Overwhelmed, for lack of a better word, she had wished to take a moment to herself, to bury her face in the soft fluff of Karoo’s neck and escape the world.
So, she had.
In between the fifth and sixth of roughly two dozen more meetings she was expected to attend, Vivi had snuck away to a quiet, unoccupied courtyard. Her supersonic duck at her side, she had laid beneath a mighty oak tree, its leafy canopy casting cool shade over the lush grass.
In the silence around her, Vivi had let her heart weep.
She had been so excited. She had thought herself ready to face the representatives of the other kingdoms, to participate in diplomatic conversation and plant seeds in the heads of others on how best to influence the growth of her country. She had thought they would listen.
She supposed it was mighty naïve of her to think that an entire country of Celestial Dragons, who placed themselves literally above the masses, would empathize with those considered animals.
Mary Geoise hadn't bat an eye at the terrible treatment of the royals from Fishman Island. Mary Geoise hadn’t bothered to hide the slaves scurrying through the hallways of the immaculate palace, their clothes filthy rags reflected in the pristine crystalline windows caging them within. Mary Geoise had flaunted their wealth and riches without a care, fully aware that there were people dying in poverty stricken countries.
Emotionally spent, she had let herself, for a brief moment, enjoy the manicured courtyard around her. The light breeze had sent a sweet aroma from the nearby garden wafting her way, filling her head with the memory of the flowers that decorated the Alabasta throne room – cultivated by a local florist that Vivi visited on a frequent basis. The man always made an effort to grow her favorites, a gesture that she found too kind, and tried to repay through regular patronage and meaningful conversation over a cup of tea.
Her head in a floral cloud, her body swathed in the hand-crafted silk of an Alabastan seamstress she had commissioned (insisting that the woman take her time and do what she could, that Vivi was happy to pay more than necessary if it meant food for the former’s family for a whole year), Vivi had drifted off to sleep.
She wished her dream had been pleasant.
Instead, the beautiful flora of mary Geoise had turned against her, vines sprouting from the center of vibrant flowers, curling around her limbs and sucking her body as dry as the deserts of Alabasta.
Thus, she had awoken with a start, panic clawing at her insides, briefly concerned that her country was once again under the thumb of Sir Crocodile and his Baroque Works.
It shook Vivi to her core that, perhaps, they were no longer controlled by an ex-warlord, but by the Celestial Dragons, now. Whether they had chosen not to move to Mary Geoise in the past, the original families who had ran the world and had stripped the Nefertari family of any grandiose political say in the grand scheme of things.
How was she supposed to be a good leader if she was expected to be silent? Was she to stand by as the royalty above the Red Line abused their power and sucked Alabasta dry, asking for more and more and never giving anything back in return?
Who was she if not a puppet, a figurehead for the true powers at play?
“Are you okay, princess?” A voice spoke up from the other end of the courtyard.
Vivi startled, shooting upright, neck cracking as her head swiveled towards the sound. Her eyes locked on to a beautful woman seated at a wrought iron bistro table. A long gown of deep purple, interrupted by ivory frills from the waist down, draped flatteringly against her silhouette as she crossed one thin leg over the other, fabric pulled up to reveal shapely calves and firm muscle. Perfect curls of the darkest chocolate mousse brushed against her shoulder blades, a pop of brilliant red found in a rose tucked behind her ear. Slender fingers lifted a small cup to her painted lips, pinky extended and spine straightened. Her deep chestnut eyes flashed in interest as she peered over the edge of the decorative porcelain.
“Princess Viola,” Vivi gasped, staggering to her feet. She nearly tripped over her cape, the fabric pooling around her feet as it slipped from her shoulders. “I didn’t realize you were here! I’m so sorry to interrupt your tea!”
“You interrupted nothing, Princess Vivi,” The crown princess of Dressrosa smiled – a sharp expression that oozed intellect. For a split second, Vivi half expected the woman to brandish a knife, to hold it against Vivi’s throat in a flurry of calculated movement. Something about this woman was dangerous.
Could she blame Viola, though? The princess had been a key part of the return of Dressrosa to the rightful royal family, which had left the entire island in a state of destruction and disarray. Viola was right to be wary, to carry herself on guard at all times. Dressrosa was vulnerable, and it would take a long time for the ccountry to recover entirely.
Hell, two years after the Straw Hats had taken down Crocodile, and Vivi’s country was still recovering.
There were fewer friends than foes to be found at Mary Geoise. Viola was not as naïve as Vivi.
“My neice tells me you are one of the good ones,” Dark ruby lips smirked, Viola cocking her head and watching Vivi in an expression of amused expectance.
“I am, I think...” Vivi answered, before blinking in surprise, “Wait, what? How did you know what I was thinking?”
Viola unfolded from the chair, the skirt of her dress falling to her ankles. Vivi immediately missed the way the sun gleamed on bronze legs.
“A lucky guess,” A breathy laugh fell from Viola’s perfect lips, manicured hands outstretched in offer as the click of her heels closed the distance between them. “You need to let go, Princess.”
“Of what?” Vivi blinked, bewildered, surprising even herself as she slid her hands against Viola’s palms.
“It all,” Viola grinned, curling her fingers around Vivi’s. Slowly, Viola began to dance. Simple steps relying on footwork and the sway of her hips.
Momentarily entranced by the sway of the purple fabric, the way the white frills flapped and spun and accented her every movement, Vivi didn’t realize that Viola was trying to get her to dance.
“Flamenco is an act of passion, of love,” Viola purred, tugging gently on Vivi’s hands, beckoning for her to mirror the movements, “Unlock the chains of expectation and feel the music around you – the whispers of the grass, the song of the birds.”
“Show me your true feelings,” Viola pressed, the affection in her voice bursting forth as Vivi began to dance. She felt clumsy and uncoordinated, a newborn foal prancing among stallions, though with every adjustment, every soft touch of Viola’s fingers to her hips to right her motions, Vivi’s confidence grew.
A wild grin split her lips as she spun around the courtyard, click-clacking her heels and swishing her skirt. Her bright hair swirled around her, a halo of blue sparkling in the sun like the ocean she craved to take to once more.
Viola lifted her arm, spinning Vivi below, dipping her low to the ground.
Vivi did not think, for even a second, that Viola would drop her.
“You are enchanting, Princess,” Viola whispered, her eyes brimming with fascination as she lifted Vivi upright. Turning away, she sauntered over to the garden, hips swaying enticingly with each step. When she returned, she held out a gift, musing, “A flower, for a woman with passion to rival the Pirate King.”
“You know what they say,” Vivi let Viola tuck the short stem behind her ear, woven into her hair to keep it in place. She offered a breathless giggle, “Birds of a feather flock together.”
Dark eyes squinting in amusement, Viola let her fingertips ghost over the flushed skin of Vivi’s cheek. “Let’s dance again, darling,”
“I look forward to it, Princess Viola,” Vivi nodded bashfully, internally begging the woman to stay even as she made for the entrance to the palace, the exit of the courtyard.
“Viola is fine, dear,” The beautiful woman smiled over her shoulder, “I am a princess in title, but Viola at heart.”
And then she was gone, the thick, glittering brick of Mary Geoise locking her inside.
As Vivi returned to her seat beneath the oak, leaning against Karoo’s slumbering form, she ran her fingers over the petals of the purple iris blooming over her ear.
Her heart beating to the melody of clicking heels and panted giggles, Vivi thought to how she hadn’t felt so alive since she fought for her peoplpe, since she took to the seas to make a difference.
A smile pulled at her lips, a soft whisper heard by an audience of no one, save for the one person who really mattered. “Well Karoo, I guess it’s time we figure out who Vivi is.”
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