#messi in particular has a reputation for just being talent and no hard work

[dilfssi]

I want to be great or nothing

the greatest, billie eilish // symphonia ix (my wait is for you), grimes // oh no!, MARINA // american beauty, sam mendes

[ballet-symphonie]

Which ballet companies and which ballet schools you consider to be currently world best? I see often Paris Opera listed as a number one, but who much this is about because of its reputation and history and what do you think about Mariinsky and Bolshoi, is their level declined / declining? Thank you for really interesting and great blog!

The companies referred to as the best tend to be the oldest and historic ones, think big national companies like The Royal Ballet, Paris Opera, Bolshoi, Mariinsky, La Scala, Dutch National Ballet, Australian National Ballet, National Ballet of Canada, New York City Ballet, American Ballet Theater, San Francisco Ballet. Nowadays, I think its very hard to compete with the quality, emotional pull, and technical brilliance that comes out of the Royal Opera.

About Schools:

There are lots of good ones, Academie Princess Grace has to be near the top of the list. It's a finishing school, not a foundational one, but nearly everyone who graduates from there gets a job at a reputable company. They are also one of the few schools that has prioritized keeping its curriculum at the forefront of the dance world with a fantastic contemporary and neoclassical program.

I'm consistently impressed with the level of Royal Ballet graduates who have the skills and stability to rock up to any company and instantly demand attention. Look at Takumi Miyaki at ABT right now.

The level of talent coming out of South Korea in particular is absolutely stunning, schools like SunHwa, the YeWon School, and Korea National Arts University are producing complete, company-ready dancers left and right. Through the competition circuit, these schools are slowly starting to gain more international prestige.

I think BBA/MRAX has been in a state of disarray for a while now. Far less competent graduates, due to a lot of internal messiness in administration and a decrease in the rigor of acceptance with many 'paid' places. The level is just not there, especially if you go back and watch videos of exams from the 90s and 2000s. Now sure, many are still getting accepted into Bolshoi, but with the war....there isn't exactly a lot of choice in hiring. There are occasionally some bright lights, Kokoreva being the most notable recent grad, but they seem to be a rarity and not the norm.

Vaganova under Tsiskaridze has generally continued to produce decent female graduates- if you want to live and work in Russia. I pray Tsiskaridze goes back to coaching or teaching boys because the classwork shown by his class of girls left a lot to be desired. I think there are many better places to train for men, particularly after the retirement of some of the older, more experienced faculty. The casting in Mariinsky is already beginning to reflect this drop-off, performances are dominated by Kimin Kim, Nikita Korneyev, and Even Capitane, Timor Askerov - none of whom are VBA graduates. They've also been hiring graduates from Eifman- something they certainly weren't doing a decade ago. Compare their current videos to some of the talented students coming out of the US, Europe and South America...the level isn't always there. I'd urge a talented male student to consider John Cranko, Tanz Academie Zurich, or the Royal Ballet School. Stateside, Houston Ballet, The Rock School, and San Francisco Ballet have excellent programs.

[sugar-petals]

SuperM as Subs

↪ A/N. UGH these guys have me fucking spiraling. very excited to bring you this, please indulge 👀

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub, kinks galore, gender-neutral dom!reader

3.5k words | bullet points | this is all over the place there is so much to say i—

⌈ ten

— motto: kitten has ‘ten’ in it, but so does intense.

wowza honey

best choke out you’ll find

the stamina, too, oh lord. ten can handle a lightning fast riding without blowing up in two minutes

all while you choke him

with a waist harness on and ankles bound

bondage looks so good on him; he’s flexible and enduring. imagine a hogtie... art. 

such a beautiful man.

literally, rope marks, imagine that

we need to talk about his pain threshold as well there

things that have other guys screaming are a mere tickle to him

i can’t emphasize enough how lucky you’ll be. this fella does not have to be trained much. experience? abundant. talent? more than vast. he knows precisely how far he can go with what kind of kink. that is invaluable.

and now, the most mind-blowing part. stress: he encourages you to take it all out on him. in his mind, that’s an extra treat and a promise he gets it raw how he loves it. 

your satisfaction is his fuel, as is seeing you unwind. 

the whole progression from heavy beginnings to breathless ends

the boy needs you to go, for the lack of a better word, buck-wild

so yes, ten is your number one (pun intended) address for all things messy. he asks you to hatefuck him, you spoil him with it.

the sheer masochism of him

are you kidding me

listen i’m not a fan of the sin concept but in this case... you can sin all you want with him

tl;dr: angry sex is his thing. strong emotions. guts will be rearranged.

about the elephant in the room: yeah, this guy can bust some extraterrestrial, dazzling, sexy as hell moves

that means one thing. contortionism. you can bend him into every position you desire and fuck him like that. he’s petite but don’t worry. your babe’s strong

in fact, you can sit on his face and get one ferocious rimming daily

things will get wet wetter wettest

surprise surprise vice versa he likes his own ass filled with plugs and vibrators

the type that buzzes him into a delirium while you slap him. with his neck turning red and those pretty almond eyes going wide. 

they do hold the universe. he’s just so enthralling.

btw. talking about toys. having a fleshlight ready to make him moan and ruin his orgasm is a veeery good idea.

chances are you will draw cute english or thai interjections from him

in return, you can call him your prince and kiss him all over for aftercare. he’s no different, thinking of you as someone figuratively and literally noble to him. he’s thankful you fulfill his greatest sexual dreams. it’s true, you’ll really worship each other.

he’ll do his little mona lisa smile and doze off in your lap...

sub!ten is just priceless okay

10/10

i need a moment

⌈ kai

— motto: local strip club found bankrupt.

oh mY GOD nini

he knows how it’s done

did he go to sub school or something

you’ll find him at the stove around 6:30 AM in his apron

making you breakfast pretty much butt naked otherwise

flustered and sexy butler kim right at your service

looking very sculpted

dancing a little, as usual, he’s getting into it

in other words, you’re sure to get those eggs fried well

now, besides his skimpy clothing and waiter allure

kai as a submissive is almost definite to be an epitome of organization. he’s just good at it. period. lube and protection are always in the house.

you do your part doing maintenance for toys and cracking the occasional whip but really i mean... as the great oh sehun once said... never don’t mind about a thing when jongin gets the chance to put something in order

so lean back — kai is a service sub. he’s the type who wants to break a sweat for you

and have that very visible because he doesn’t own clothes anyway. well, well.

something more about organization

fucking according to a schedule sounds about right

you have it all planned out with a special calendar book just for that purpose

but don’t believe he’ll be boring and hyper-structured beyond that

kai is the precise opposite of dull as a lover but that’s a huge duh

he has both the acute sense of bashful romance and strong erotic feelings that come with a regular eyebrow wiggle

he likes to provoke the wild animal in his partner

reckless abandon

kai is 100% guaranteed to make you let out the beast. he enjoys feeling you go all out and grip him, pin him. everything hands-on is good.

grinding and gyrating is always part of sex. hell, even floating and flying. fuck gravity.

you need a certain level of dexterity. and hey if you don’t, you will pick it up from him in a solid minute

what i’m trying to say is that it won’t happen that the two of you rub against each other in the sheets like two blocks of wood (even when going into aftercare!). it will be fluid, ever-moving, energetic right and left with the mattress creaking all over the damn place

sex with jongin is one thing for sure: fucking fast. he won’t mess up his tempo if you know what i mean. the two of you will be thrusting and moaning until complete fatigue sets in

he whines a lot i’m telling you

it’s the surefire way to know kai is into it, being genuinely vocal is one of his best qualities as a sub

besides handling any rough pace 

this guy will have you sneaking into his gym room and have a quickie on the next best workout bench

and lord knows what else. 

the bathroom is another destination. wet!kai, the yearning romeo, is an image you won’t forget

prepare to get your hands on all of that

he’s gonna melt right into ya

and that is sub!kai for you

⌈ taeyong

— motto: vanilla? hardly heard of her.

to use an nct pun: the options are— limitless.

and another: you’re signed up for a... long flight.

and you’re gonna be the: boss

who gives it to him

and i’m warning you

he’s shy about it but

taeyong is simply insatiable. take his kinky reputation at face value.

what doesn’t he do

the softest softcore (feathers to tease him) to the hardest hardcore (edge play, hallelujah), the whole spectrum without any efforts for transitions

so you guessed it, a normal bedroom really won’t do.

neither does a standard dom

but since you’re knee deep into taeyong — go figure, you’re reading this — news flash you likely aren’t one

plug in all of your toys and cameras for date night. he needs his good dose of lube-dripping fantasy, homemade with a bunch of latex thrown into the mix

yeah i know that will escalate quickly

he wears it well i’m telling you

and also greatly enjoys you donning it for friday evening

it will frustrate him to the max which is a sight to see indeed

no other sub in super m gets harder boners over latex. that’s how it is. he’s just so drawn to the material and how much authority it gives you in particular

noona/oppa kink incarnate

hell, even daddy/mommy

he calls you that when you are forehead to forehead and catching your breath

because man these orgasms are going to get you so high, bodies gently intertwined

and very, very drenched

not just skin-wise

so let me underline this

your dear taeyong, no matter how innocently he can blink at you, gets his daily nutrient intake from cum. 

what fancy-schmancy protein shake is he interested in other than yours like literally none

put him on a leash together with baekhyun and you have two salivating, ultra dirty boys

so ready to please and swallow everything up

taeyong is a handsome handful

you’ll be horny 24/7

or 23/7 maybe because aftercare

where we revert back to adorable yong. he clings to you a lot, you nuzzle him all the time, the affection is off the charts

he’s pouty and sweet, smiling to himself

holding him tight gives him a big sense of security. 

safe to say he wants everybody to know he belongs to you in terms of PDA, too

it’s not restricted to domestic intimacy and sexual aftermath

taeyong truly has the perfect ratio of freaky and soft

god worked hard on him

⌈ lucas

— motto: when bigger is better, things get wetter...

ready for take off are we 

yukhei is one flirty crackhead you’ll love it

teasing will go back and forth

there might even be play fights and wrestling involved. messing around on sofas and carpets, you know the deal. things won’t get too rowdy, he’s being his 6′ baby self and you don’t want to use your whole bag of tricks yet vice versa

lucas eventually lets you win anyways

and acts like he’s lethally injured ffs

he’s an aquarius don’t come for him they roll that way

in comes the patient-doctor roleplay. yep that’s how the story goes

and you sure as hell get to take care of um

luke’s big lightsaber

alright

it’s throbbing a bit too much and needs medicine

so think of yourself as a jedi master training your disciple.

read: edging the living soul out of him. 

rough handjobs are just perfect

as is going on a rodeo trip getting the guy to tame those bucking hips with a lil punishment here and there. and with punishment i mean tickling even when he is close to orgasm

uh-oh

wong yukhei is a cutie pie but he has just about a bucket of cum for you spilling all over the place

he might get a lil embarrassed about it, that’s the sweetest thing

cleaning it up will be his greatest pleasure

so

ready for subby lucas yet?

he’s juicy

so what else do we have... 

(besides that he sounds like harry styles is dubbing him and that voice is going to turn you on so hard)

if his dominant doesn’t have an ounce of a muscle and biting kink that’s, how to put it, a missed opportunity

just licking him and leaving marks everywhere just has to be the biggest feast in history. you have him parade around sleeveless just to see the hickeys on his arms. 

and you don’t have to be frugal. it has to scream mine mine mine. yes, xuxi has some arm sensitivity going on. he needs your mouth on him doing chaotic stuff that leaves his jaw hanging open. to the point of you eating your brunch off his chest and shoulders.

there i said it 

breakfast with yukhei is cancelled. it’s breakfast on yukhei

as for positions: things are usually more chill and standard. just how much missionary will there be, you’ll lose count. he’s good at it. lucas has the condensed passion of ten people, it will be more arousing than you’d think. it’s also a good pause to your usual activities, you both get a chance to um take a breath

if he feels cocky, wong brathei likes to lift you up during sex and here we go again with a staring contest... which ends with a bright smile and kissing 

what did you expect

always remember this one thing. in his big himbo brain only one thought floats around and that. is. his. love. for. you.

a whipped boy

he’s irreplaceable.

patient xuxi reports speedy recovery

⌈ mark

— motto: good boys go to heaven after debuting a couple times more

sirs and sirettes, mark lee.

what did you think the “m” in super m stands for? mario, man, massive, market, model?

nope

SuperMark is what keeps the planet spinning

now here it goes

let’s get one assumption out of the way first

you’d think he fucks how he talks but you’ll be surprised

everything’s slow slow slow

the pace is very casual for someone who raps and thinks that fast

mark is just too friggin’ cute

a blushy cupcake

innocent and always curious what you’re up to

just perfect for all sorts of gentle dominance

you can reassure him when he gets nervous which happens every now and then

and put him into soft sweaters and blankets when he feels cold

maybe even building a pillow fort and just caressing him ad nauseam literally for minutes on end.

tousling his hair would be adorable beyond belief

the same goes for giving him cheesy pet names

or feeding him sweets

you can bet chocolate is his favorite. 

but it’s not just all about pampering him

keen how he is you can expect a lot of gestures of attention from mark, like carefully selected presents and foot massages

there’s a real gentleman at your hands.

a gentlemark

he might have come up with that himself 

you bet there will be lots of humor involved mark just can’t do serious sex

his intellect is yeahhh... superhuman

as much as his heart is squishy for you.

it’s hard out there. this world is tough

but mark is a safe haven to return to and have wholesome hours in bed with

30% sex, 70% aftercare.

you think that’s impossible? look into his puppy eyes and tell me all you’ll do won’t be spooning

it’s an art form and mark is just too inviting not to do a brush stroke on the canvas. 

and after you’re done spooning things are back to more caressing

a smooch left, a smooch right

for the 30% he might need a bit of outside support because his inner perfectionist compels him

so he’ll text johnny at 4:30 in the morning with urgent questions

because his mind is racing and he promised to wake you up with a set of spicy stuff

sex veteran johnny will calmly explain it to mark but also keep it short and simple

because man how early can someone text you 

and mark appreciates a crisp how-to that he won’t forget

even when you are chest to chest feeling each other’s breath and his brain almost shuts down

at the end of the day...

you say hey canada lemme get my hands on those big thighs of yours and ding ding his pants are off. he responds so easily to guidance

and his dancing skill always helps to get groovy with you

so

bust down markiana

you’re that bitch and you know it

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you and me, relax and ch...oking

leader on the streets 

screamer in the sheets

even the most peace-loving, noise-sensitive neighbors are going to dig the things that come out of his mouth as caused by you

just how good are his lungs

imagine him making audios for you. yes, god is real.

you just hit the lotto

the things his mouth can do 

byun baekhyun is a synonym of oral fixation when will merriam webster admit it

if there’s one person in super m who can nail the picture perfect drooling ahegao face without hesitation it’s him

he will pleasure you with his tongue so vigorously

that level of spit blowing will haunt you

and the slurpi—

THE NOISES. we can’t talk about the noises. nope, nope. the noises are not meant to be described to this world. 

you’ll suffer from incurable lust once you picture it

you know what his voice can cause

that would trigger a mass hysteria

anyway. moving on. 

baeks is the type to appreciate a mix of cheek-on-cheek cuddling and getting his brains banged out

you can toss him around, grab him by the hair, fuck him absolutely stupid

while also kissing his forehead and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. as if he doesn’t want you enough already this will have baekhyun needy for so long

he’s the king of slutty behavior

and making both of you crack up with mid-sex jokes about who knows what, suho’s butt mole or something

he’s just too hilarious. on the other hand he likes being creative and concentrated

in his free time you’ll probably find him reading erotic stories, sketching sexy stuff (i.e., well, you) in a journal, or even a manual to the kamasutra. it gets him all hot and bothered to the point where he can’t stop being chatty about it.

baekhyun’s arousal always first manifests as a wave of words or texts 

your part of the equation is distilling the essence of said texts and getting to work on that perky body of his

and praise him plenty. baekhyun loves a lot of verbal affirmations and you’re glad to shower him with it.

kink-wise: he really has a gazillion ideas to try

costumes, gags, whips, pet play, sounding, collars, semi-clothed sex, cock rings, suspensions, you name it

as the cherry on top, a three- and fourway could be part of your routine for sure. 

that being said he might have a few dicks in him physically or mechanically because geez bacon loves fucking machines and dildos

he is 100% ready to embark on one hell of an anal odyssey

how much he can stretch out you can probably guess. and he’ll make jokes about it either way to turn you on

you’ll be certain to exhaust and stuff your lil’ darling to the brim but i’m telling you what you already know

he’s gonna be the happiest ahegao boy in the world

and throw peace signs when you take pictures of him fucked out

that’s byunbaek for you. one of a kind

a subby gem

⌈ taemin

— motto: 500 points to slytherin! 

this is what you’ve been waiting for i know I KNOW

red carpets out for the sensual sub king and nation’s p.r.e.t.t.y. boy

the international bombshell blonde

a bdsm luminary

DEITY

now, listen. 

some erotic feats are truly hard to execute

but there is always one guy who’s the exception 

and his name is lee taemin

no matter how unrealistic or complex your imagination of sex with him is

with this man, most of it can become real

effortlessly

because he’s a) an open-minded lover b) rich enough to rent ten dungeons — per hour and c) closest to perfection we as a human race have ever come 

taemin is a pro at bringing all kinds of your and his fantasies to life. that’s why it’s important that you sit down to talk about how your intimate encounters could look like every other week

primarily, as far as his taste is concerned

we’ve all heard about his tales of creepypasta romance

literally he’s been an idol for so long and still comes up with new baffling ideal type stories

so according to those

he wants to be run over by you and thinks that’s hot,,, but i say... we stick to flipping him over... like on a bed,,, no car involved

this pal is macabre you have to be an embodiment of the law to rein him in

police roleplay much. arrest this provocateur!

furthermore and on a lighter note

besides being jailed

lo and behold, chained up and decked out in lace, draped on a lip-shaped art sofa is how he feels the most in his element

add a mask and a corset 

just how glamorous is he

this guy has mastered all techniques of drawing you in with the most elaborate seduction. 

tremendous!

including dance: for your eyes only. 

prepare to have your loins set on fire.

because within the 4 walls of your home his every move will be pure danger loaded with sexuality. it would be even more of a public menace than he already is when performed in front of a crowd

keep those handcuffs ready officer

because it is your mission to stop that guy 

the more restraints the better

put five harnesses on him i don’t care as long as it contains him

and once that’s done

taemin likes to be stimulated and teased with you running silk fabric all over his body

he also enjoys you creating artistic pin-up-esque photography of him

with sultry eyes and puckered lips

and no worries. taemin will put his plump lips to good use elsewhere, too. all. over. the. place. servicing his dominant is an honor.

and those moans will be like a melody.

the literal only weak spot he has

is to kiss and tell. taemin gets carried away in conversation and feels pride when the topic switches to you. so... if you lick his earlobe and call him your slave, jongin knows the very next day and finds it very entertaining. 

taemin won’t deliberately spill the beans in a group chat but one-on-one with a close friend? he’s too excited not to talk about your chemistry and lets some juicy details slip if he can’t control himself.

taemin requires a dom/me who’s definitely not insecure and wants others to know who’s boss.

on the flipside, if you enjoy voyeurism? he is your man. it’s a matter of perspective entirely.

so to speak — even his weakness is a strength.

that’s all you need to understand about him

in sum: you got yourself quite an ace 

taem will press your number and you’ll have no sorrow in the world.

we truly are blessed by his existence

peace out

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[dawggcs]

all american twilight rejects

pippa, member @ the red council:

usually chill but going through a rebellious phase (probably a mid life crisis but being immortal u know)

she’s turned by kamala centuries ago bc she was about to die after being beaten to near death yikes

very calm and peaceful, also very curious about everything

kinda snobbish so she likes keeping traditions and whatever

tends to coddle everyone in the clan and it 10/10 makes them sick but they all secretly love it (just bc i said so aight u can fite me on this)

she’s not too social outside her clan, doesn’t trust other vamps and prefers to stay quiet if they ever have any visitors

hayoung, member @ clan 3:

a youngster, she’s just recently come out of her immortality depression after seeing his late husband die probably lmfao

she’s one of those that got turned against her wishes and was bitter about it. she focused on watching over her family to avoid thinking about it and now has to deal with it, albeit slowly. she probably avoids the topic by watching her children now that her former husband died.

after her ‘awakening’ she didn’t try to get in contact with her human family. she saw them mourn her enough and kept a safe distance.

she’s a lil scaredy cat so she just follows whatever orders ppl give her lmao

tries to cling to her humanity somewhat, she’s one of the vamps that avoids feedings and stretches them out as much as she can.

she’s got a thing for crystal work so her house is probably filled with it :/

jaehwa, member @ clan 3:

he actually asked to be turned. his family has a history of it and he’s one of the oldest, most influential members in it.

used to be ruthless and messy during his first 200 yrs but then he collected himself lmao

he keeps tabs on his family line, constantly checking in on ppl. he turns a few people on his bloodline, though not many. junseo (he refers to her by that name only) included.

he’s also big on tradition but is trying real hard at updating himself with the times

he used to be a notorious leader in his family’s clan but decided to take a break. he’s now enjoying life as a member in a different clan instead of being the one in charge.

he still advises the newer leaders of his family clan, though. keeps scrutiny on who wanna turn there after he had to disposed of 60 or so members after a riot a decade ago.

atticus, member @ clan 3:

not that old. he was an experiment of sorts since a young vamp wanted to see if he could build an army and started turning ppl at random. atticus was among them.

however, this bitch just straight up turned his back and searched for other vamps that vibed with him more, didn’t care about being turned either.

as a human he was struggling to make ends meet and didn’t have a family of his own, instead staying with his parents. in a way, being turned felt like a huge weight was off his shoulders.

he’s really just trying to survive, has probably contemplated how he could die but doesn’t actively pursuing that. it’s an idea he toys with in case he ever gets tired of ‘living’.

aggressive, he just kinda likes fighting and is good at it. he’s a brute force kind of guy who has been learning about tactics and strategy now.

the thing he misses the most about being human is eating. he’s particularly wistful whenever he sees plums (unless these vamps can eat in which case i’ll take this off lmao).

yer a wizard

lester, member @ the pentacle:

comes from a respected fam of witches but he lowkey a mess. his family is well versed within dark magic and they keep high standards as to what a member ought to be like. in a way, he’s the shamed kid in his family tree.

honestly he’s terrible at incantations and spells, but is an a+ summoner. very few people know this, however, as he’s tried to keep it hushed as his own little vengeance against his family.

the neighbourhood guy tbfh, friendly and chatty with everyone he crosses paths with

he’s book smarts, if anyone ever needs to know about any spells, potions, ingredients, whatever --- they consult with him. the witchcraft walking encyclopedia for any questions or research. if he doesn’t know the answer himself, he always knows where to search for it.

he likes cats, has 2 and they’re his life.

ritual sacrifice though no one except his sisters know. he’s somewhere among the living and death, which is the reason he’s so good at summonings. 

lulu, member @ the pentacle:

older identical twin of lola, their parents have a thing with names with ‘l’ bc they supposedly bring good luck to the family.

she’s really embarrassed of lester all the time.

the twins share a close bond and are usually seen together, they’re talented and help upheld the fam reputation lmfao

lulu specializes in potions and projections.

she’s the kinder twin, more polite. she’s also the one who likes to think things through.

has a thing for anything with turtles in it and owns about 5 tortoises that all roam wild in the house.

though she doesn’t have anything against other species, she doesn’t go out of her way to mingle with them. in a way, she’s the one who keeps up with the family’s snobbish ways of considering witches a scale above the rest.

lola, member @ the pentacle:

younger identical twin of lulu.

she actually enjoys spending time with his brother. he kinda teaches her how to be more patient and less confrontational.

her speciality are curses lmfao and talismans

she’s a risk taker, gets in trouble all the time, though doesn’t typically face any repercussions bc she’s that good. it also helps that her sis and her bro help her out always asldjfadsf

she loves iguanas, has 3 and they all roam around with lulu’s tortoise lmfao

she loves milkshakes, 15/10 times you’ll see her stopping by to get one.

she loves, loves hanging out with other species. the more diversity, the more trouble there can be.

sasha, member @ the coven of the moon:

athena’s older sis. they’re the first two people to show signs of magic in their family after a looooong time. they’re kinda exploring and rolling with it.

the sisters decide to join different covens in their search for answers and guidance. they share information constantly.

she’s decent at any topic, doesn’t really stand out in any as she has a avarage control over them all. (will develop an affinity for light magic and healing in particular, aided by water).

she loves singing, probably does it all the time and people are sick of her bc of it

loves to have fun, will definitely jump at any given opportunity to spice things up

kinda mischievous, though she tries to keep in mind the rules so as not to cross them

puppies (liza, 2020)

amaia, member @ the boldclaw pack:

older sister to kiseon, she baby that kid always and it probably embarrasses him

she’s right hand and tends to be more patient than other ‘alphas’. if anything rub her the wrong way though, she gonna snap in no time

really, she just wants everyone to feel safe like that’s her main goal in life

used to be very weak and sickly as a child so when she matured ppl were surprised, esp when she started making her way onto the higher ranks in the pack

although pack life consumes most of her energy, amaia tries hard to figure how to keep up a life outside of it. she’s the one who encourages people to try out different things and paths.

arthur, member @ clan 6:

loves working out, spends a lot of time with his bro bc of it. they have a thing against shirts, aimee and i already established this for everyone’s benefit bYE

he’s actually very touchy, so he’s always finding ways to be in physical contact with people

he a lil dumb but it ok bc he has a good heart. u know what, i really want u all to think seth clearwater when u see this man lmfao

he likes betting, probs always plays for dumb things like who’s going to get yelled at first or whatever

he likes exploring on his own, probably spends a lot of time outside because of it. it sometimes gives his pack a headache, though he’s always there when they need him to.

zane, member @ clan 6:

appearances fooling ppl bc he out there looking like he gonna be in charge but really zane the biggest softie out there lmao

he’s the one trying to avoid conflict and looking at alternatives for solutions

shy and quiet, he just keep silent to let things unfold as they should

despite hating physical altercation, he still keeps up training so as to not be dead weight. he’s good at it and even teaches the younger members.

he’d 10/10 die for anyone he cared about, stupid loyal puppy

he used to keep away from anything related to his species. possibly avoided any type of relationship in that regard bc he really wanted to be normal. when he found out that there’s a whole world of species out there, he started working on coming to terms with. at times he still struggles and wishes he could live independently but he also knows that he likes being in a group.

chonglin, member @ the boldclaw pack:

unlike his meme-y name LMAO he’s very serious

he’s an action kinda guy, though. always the first to jump in, albeit a lil recklessly. ppl sometimes have to hold him by the neck or he’ll get into trouble lmao

he finds the notion of a werewolf adopting a dog fascinating but has not yet found The One for him. he’s not giving up and is still looking.

he likes clever people and is always reading up on some new topic for more fun conversations

he’s very open to species mingling and enjoys being friendly with others. he’s a lil bit more careful around humans, though around other supernaturals he’s v. chill and doesn’t hide his nature ja feel

[waterchestnut123]

CH 3 | To Catch A Turtle Dove

Fandom: One Piece Setting: Victorian AU Genre: Action, Adventure, Humor, Friendship, Romance. Pairings: Law/Nami Rating: M - Mature (for language, drinking and alcohol, death and some moderate gore, other adult themes)

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Chapter 3: Friends Help Friends

She was nursing a mug of spiced mead beside the crackling fire at Baratie, her feet kicked up after several grueling hours of dance lessons with Sanji. He was an excellent teacher, all things considered; but she was proving a miserable student, despite giving it her sincerest effort all morning. She could hardly pass as an upper class lady at the ball if she couldn’t perform at least a basic waltz, on the off-chance she was cornered into dancing. Unfortunately, she’d just about waltzed herself to her limits, and so they had scheduled another time to finish polishing what little skill she possessed. Though the cook was encouraging and patient, she strongly suspected whatever mastery she attained in the coming days would have everything to do with his excellent form and tireless effort and nothing to do with her own talent.

It was barely mid-afternoon and already she was exhausted—and she still had several more errands to do before the day was over. But she at least had the benefit of an afternoon break here with Franky before heading off to see Brook.

As she downed the last of the flavorful mead, the very man she’d been waiting for entered through the front door, energetically rubbing calloused hands together to shake off the cold. He spotted her quickly in the empty tavern, awkwardly juggling an armful of rolled blueprints as he set his coat and hat on the hook before taking quick strides in her direction.

“Hey, Nami!” he greeted, slicking back mussed blue hair before taking the large wooden seat beside her own.

“’Bout time Franky. I was beginning to think you’d hit your head on a cross-beam again and forgotten you were supposed to meet me,” she teased, turning to him expectantly.

He brought a hand to his heart in mock-offense. “Oi, that hurts, sis! You’re talking to the best carpenter in the city, here!”

“And yet… it has happened enough times that I’ve lost count…” she commented wryly, setting her mug down on the table before her.

He leaned to the side where he’d propped his scrolls against the chair, picking a particularly old one and waggling it pointedly in front of her before haughtily propping his feet up on the coffee table.

“Well I’d recommend changing your tune if I were you, because it just so happens that I don’t give mean women such valuable blueprints…”

She leaned forward eagerly, eyes wide and all teasing gone from her voice.

“You found it?!”

He gave her a brief consternated look before leaning forward and unrolling it onto the table.

“Well… sort of. I was able to find the blueprints from before the bombing. They claim to have rebuilt the castle exactly as it was, so with any luck there won’t be changes.”

She leaned forward to set gentle hands on the yellowed parchment, eyes roving the neatly etched lines before lifting the sheet and frowning.

“Where are the other floors?”

He nervously ran a hand through his hair.

“Well… I was only able to find the blueprints for the first floor. The archive is a mess and a bunch of stuff was water damaged or half-eaten by lice—”

“So… you got only the first floor, and even these are potentially outdated?” she inquired with distaste.

“Hey, these were damned hard to get my hands on! Besides, it was a long shot to think the Trafalgars would keep the blueprints to their castle at the city offices at all after they were attacked eight years ago. Give me some credit for getting this much at least!”

She bit her lip as she ran a hand gently over the weathered parchment. As much as she’d been hoping for more, he was right. It was pretty good that she’d been able to get this at all.

She’d have to make it work.

“Alright alright—credit where credit is due,” she conceded, turning to him with an appreciative smile. “Thanks Franky.”

He leaned back, mollified, eying her with a quirk of his brow.

“Well, now that that’s settled… how ‘bout that payment?”

She smirked and rolled her eyes, turning for her bag and digging out a rolled up magazine of moderate thickness.

“As promised,” she replied, handing it to him. Eagerness etched in his posture he quickly reached for it, flipping it open and keenly eying the pages before turning the publication sideway with appreciation.

“OW! Nice!” he enthused, as Sanji made his way over from the bar balancing a tray with two fresh mugs of spiced mead. She watched with amusement as the cook caught sight of the magazine’s contents, eyes suddenly bulging as a boyish grin split his face.

“Beautiful ladies!!” he crooned, sloshing the drinks down his apron as he momentarily forgot himself. Rolling her eyes, she reached for one of the two messy mugs atop his tray and thanked her stars Robin’s store had such an… eclectic collection.

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Hours later, with the sun having disappeared behind a bank of clouds, the temperature fell significantly and she found herself deeply wistful of the warmth from Sanji’s fireplace. She held her bag tighter to her chest along with her cloak as she hurried toward a dingy storefront, carefully crossing the pothole-filled street and nimbly dodging numerous piles of horse dung. Her lips quirked as she caught sight of the familiarly worn and broken letters above the store reading “Brook’s Paw Shop”, the wooden ‘n’ having long since fallen off.

His establishment was far from the trade district where Robin’s bookshop was located, far south in the part of the city she never traversed without a knife and a scowl. But there was nowhere else in town for a man like Brook to set up shop when he was what he was—the Capitol’s trade association made quite sure of that. After all, having a devil fruit using shop owner—let alone a skeletal one, was, as they proclaimed, “off-putting,” and, “bad for the health and welfare of neighboring businesses”.

And so, Brook’s Pawn Shop had moved to the only place left to go: the slums.

With a gentle push she opened the heavy wooden door, stepping into the cramped, dimly lit shop. Brook stood behind the scuffed wooden counter, a jeweler’s magnifier against his empty eye socket as he examined a diamond pendant hanging from his bony fingers. The tinkle of the bell above the door caught his attention and she smiled as he glanced up. She quickly looked around the shop with faux disinterest, cocking her head at him.

“I still don’t see any paws in here, Brook,” she commented lightly.

“Yohoho! Ah, Nami-san! Your wit is as sharp as ever,” he said with a posture she could best approximate as amusement, setting the pendent and jeweler’s glass upon the counter. “What delightful goods have you—ahem, acquired, of late?”

She approached the counter, pulling her bag from within her cloak and undoing the clasp before carefully extracting the valuables.

“Oh, the usual. Although, I have one I think you might have a particular interest in—” she sifted through the pile to pull out one of the necklaces, resting the pendant against her knuckles and tilting it to glimmer colorfully in the faint lamp light. “Alabastan Opal, if I’m not mistaken?”

If he had eyes, she imagined they would have widened as he reached for the piece in her hand.

“Oh, Nami-san that is a find indeed,” he enthused, picking up his jeweler’s glass and examining the pendant closely.

She grinned, cat-like, leaning against the counter. “Such a rare gemstone, I would say it’s worth at least… 25,000 Belli.”

Brook was quiet as he turned the piece carefully in his hand, and she frowned when he tutted softly.

“Ah, I’m afraid your estimate is too high. This is a common opal not a precious one, and it is surrounded by diamond chips, not cut diamond—though it disguises it well. While Alabastan opal is hard to come by in these parts, the best I can do is 10,000.”

Though inwardly she grimaced, outwardly she put on a flashy smile.

“Ah, but Brook—if it looks to be of higher value, I should think that alone would make it worth more—you could easily sell it for 50,000 to an unsuspecting tradesman’s wife,” she argued confidently. “20,000 would be more than reasonable.”

“Yohohoho, you drive a hard bargain Nami-san! Alright, for you… 15,000.”

“19,000.”

“14,000.”

“22,000!”

“17,000!”

She eyed him a moment, before letting out a quiet breath. It was probably the best she would get.

“17, then,” she agreed.

“Yohoho, agreed!”

They exchanged additional pleasantries as they reviewed the remainder of her goods, all rather cut and dry gold and silver pieces. Though he knew quite well where her “finds” came from, they never explicitly discussed her methods, and so as stolen goods were exchanged for a stack of bills, she was surprised by the words which followed.

“Ah, Nami-san, before you go, If I may?”

She tucked the bills into her skirt pocket beneath her cloak, opting to keep her bag empty in the event of a mugging on her way home before looking up, head cocked in curious surprise at the wary concern in his voice.

“Of course, Brook.”

“It’s about your new, ah, job… A week or so from now? The rather… risky one.”

Nami’s eyes narrowed fractionally and she nodded slowly. “Yes…”

Brook leaned forward over the counter, speaking low and conspiratorially.

“I know you have only been in Flevance a few years, but Lord Trafalgar has a reputation for being… exceptionally cold and cunning. He was quite vicious towards his opposition upon returning to Flevance to retake his title after his parents were killed. I know you always are, but… please be careful, Nami-san. I would be quite distressed should anything happen to you.”

Her eyes softened, touched at the concern he rarely expressed so openly. She smiled gently, placing her hand atop his on the counter.

“Of course, Brook. Always.”

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Despite her words of assurance—and despite her commitment to the job (she had, after all, already invested a good deal of time, money, and effort preparing for it), Brook’s words haunted her all the way back to Robin’s small apartment above the bookshop. His concerns were an uncomfortable reflection of her own—concerns which she had taken strides to shove to the back of her mind. It was too good an opportunity to waste, she had repeatedly insisted to herself, concern over Nojiko’s deteriorating condition ever present. But deep down she knew this was a massive leap up from the comfortable routine of petty theft she had developed over the past two years. Her pickpocketing skills had grown a tad rusty, as had her acting, having not had to resort to such risky and involved means since Cocoyasi. She knew she was talented, she knew she was capable, subtle, and experienced. But was she overestimating herself? Was she biting off more than she could chew?

These concerns finally found voice later that evening as she and Robin sat comfortably in their small shared apartment, Robin reading by the fireplace while Nami finished stitching the hidden pockets beneath the pleats of her evening gown at the dining table.

Her hands stilled as his words played again in her mind, the soft crackle of the fire a stark contrast to her nagging worries. Finally she let out a sigh, sticking the needle in her pincushion and setting it atop the fabric before standing and making for the chair opposite Robin’s, plopping into it with a huff.

She sat in silence a moment, staring at the light of the flames flicker against the ashen brick, before speaking quietly.

“Robin? Can I ask you something?”

Robin looked up from her book, eying her companion with a gentle smile. “Of course, Nami.”

Nami looked away from the fire, holding Robin’s dark gaze as she worried her lip.

“Do you… think this job is too risky?”

Robin observed her critically a moment before carefully placing her bookmark and folding her book, setting it gently on her lap.

“What brings this on?”

“It’s… just something brook said to me today,” she confessed, “I know it’s a risk, but do you think its too much of a risk?”

Robin hummed thoughtfully, a knuckle rising to her chin. “Well… it is quite a bit riskier than normal, that is true. But you’re always quite careful, and you’ve been very thorough in your research and preparation. I think you can do it. I would advise getting into the habit of jobs like this, but… I’ve successfully done worse.”

She followed the assessment with a light shrug, and though the gesture was no hug or reassuring insistence, coming from Robin, it offered more comfort than either, and spoke volumes of the woman’s faith in her abilities. Feeling eased, Nami smiled.

“Thanks, Robin. And—by the way, when am I going to finally get those stories?” she teased.

Robin chuckled lightly, but did not answer the question; not that Nami expected she would. Despite their closeness, her past in Alabasta before moving to Flevance 5 years ago was a secret Robin kept close, and far be it from Nami to ardently demand she reopen old wounds for her sake. Instead, she moved her book the the small side table before standing.

“I think I’m going to head to bed. Could you take care of the fire tonight?”

Nami smiled and nodded. “Sure.”

“Goodnight Nami,” she said gently, turning for her bedroom.

“Goodnight Robin.”

The older woman’s door closed with a gentle thump. Stillness once more permeated the room, and Nami turned her attention back to the fire, its flames slowly shrinking as the wood gradually crumbled into glowing coals. She rather felt like that—like crumbling from weariness. She let out a tired sigh. It had been a long, busy day.

Though through no fault of his own, she had gotten less than she’d hoped for from Brook. He always gave her a fair price and asked no questions—for that she was eternally grateful; she had simply overestimated the value of her haul. She pulled out the wad of bills from her dress pocket, flipping through it. It would be enough to get Nojiko and Rebecca through the winter. Still, once again, she was left with little extra for herself or Nojiko’s medical fund.

Glancing at the clock on the mantle, she sighed again, making to stand. It was getting late, and she had to open the shop tomorrow, bright and early. Tucking the money back in her pocket, she reached for the fire poker and broke apart the rest of the log, spreading its coals around the fireplace. She blew out all of the lamps save for a candle, hiking up her dress and using it to guide her to her small bedroom opposite Robin’s.

Setting the candle on her rickety bedside table, she knelt to the floor, pulling back the ratty rug and carefully prying up a floorboard beneath it. Between the beams sat a small cigar box which she lifted with careful fingers, setting it on the floor and lifting its lid. A handful of expensive jewelry lay inside along with a small bag of coins—her ‘rainy day’ fund, should she ever need it, and soon, part of her disguise for the ball. She placed the wad of bills next to a glimmering diamond pendant necklace, closing the lid and placing it back beneath the floor.

Floorboard and rug replaced, corset and skirts removed, she shivered in her shift before slipping under her sheets, gritting her teeth against the chill fabric. It would warm to her body temperature soon enough. Settled, she reached over to the bedside for the candle, preparing to blow it out; but stopped when her eyes caught sight of the worn photograph in a cracked picture frame: of two young girls--one with persimmon hair, the other sky blue, and a woman with long auburn locks hugging them both tightly. She smiled softly, heart aching a little as it always did when she remembered better times—remembered why she took such risks.

Leaning forward she blew out the candle, rolling over in bed and willing herself to sleep.

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[himbowelsh]

Bob ships: who's the rock star? who's the fan who tags along on tour with them?(*cough cough* groupie *cough cough*) ❤🎸

WINNIX

nix is a celebrity stalker. that’s literally his job.

he’s like the paparazzi, but twice as cunning and twice as shitty. his job is to catch celebrities at their most unguarded. this can involve hiding in bushes, sneaking into hotel rooms, and even pretending to be a limo driver just to catch the money shot.

(it’s not like he needs the money. he took a photo of a kardashian once for kicks, got paid huge dollars for it, and decided this sounded more fun than working for his father.)

his latest assignment: to infiltrate the inner sanctum of richard “dick” winters, country and slow rock megastar.

dick has a squeaky clean public reputation. he doesn’t drink, he doesn’t party, he’s never gotten into any fights with the paparazzi. he doesn’t even have any parking tickets (nix checked). he’s the most boring celebrity nix has ever encountered.

nix pulls his favorite stunt – he waits until room service is cleaning dick’s hotel room, then sneaks in and hides in the closet.

(90% of what nix does is technically illegal, but he figures it’s not that illegal if he doesn’t get caught.)

when dick comes back from his show that night, he seems tired. he puts him guitar down, runs a hand through his hair and takes off his shirt.

nix is just ready to get the money shot (or at least a photo of shirtless dick winters) when he accidentally jostles a hanger in the closet. the noise catches dick’s attention. he spins around, and in two seconds nix is being hauled out of the closet.

“who are you?” dick demands, tossing nix down on the bed. he doesn’t look furious, but he also doesn’t look like he for sure won’t call the cops, so nix weighs his risks.

“well, mister winters, this is a hell of a way to meet you,” he says, holding out a hand. “lewis nixon. how about i call you dick?”

“how about i call the police?” replies dick, raising an eyebrow.

“well… you could do that… but then you’d miss out on some very simulating conversation, and a story you’re not going to believe…”

nix has no clue how he does it, but somehow he manages to talk dick out of reporting him. in exchange, he promises not to take any pictures of him, and get out of his hair. dick has a better idea.

(maybe he’s a little intrigued by the smart-mouthed paparazzi who doesn’t seem afraid of anything.)

they eat lunch together the next afternoon. dick has to leave the city the next day, but nix gives him his number and promises that if he needs anything, just give him a call.

they run into each other every so often after that – nix often isn’t that far behind dick. their meetings are friendly, getting friendlier each time. no matter how hard he tries, nix has no idea how he let himself fall in love with a celebrity.

SPEIRTON

carwood lipton does not have a problem.

he’s not the type of guy who goes out clubbing every night. he doesn’t blast electro music through the house, he doesn’t drag his friends out on weekends to dance at the local clubs. he is not an obsessive fan.

if he owns every single track that a particular DJ Sparky has released on Spotify, well, that doesn’t mean he has a problem.

(he also has dozens of magazine clippings of him, has watched the approximately two interviews sparky has given in his lifetime, and can recite everything the public knows about him from memory. this does not mean he has a problem.)

“you,” his friend george proclaims one day, after having discovered the photo album of magazine clippings carwood keeps on sparky, “have a problem.”

“no, i don’t.” carwood is so deep in denial that he’s underground.

“well, it’s a good thing you do, because i’m about to make your day.”

with a flourish, luz unveils two tickets to a DJ sparky show. carwood almost has a heart attack on the spot.

(he tackles luz. he’s never done that in his life. for a moment, luz is terrified that he’s managed to break him.)

they’ve only been in the club for five minutes before carwood ditches luz in the middle of the dance floor. he feels bad about it, and it’s not like he does it on purpose, but he sees sarky dj’ing, customary hood and sunglasses on his head, and something in him just short-circuits. he needs to get closer -- he needs to be able to see him.

he stays by the DJ station for the entire show, just losing himself in the music. the jams sparky spins are legendary, and they can take carwood to a completely different universe.

as son as the show ends, he has a book clutched in his hands, intent on getting an autograph. he doesn’t want to freaky sparky out, but he needs to meet him, even though he doesn’t want to come on to strong, and he’s coming this way --

“you’ve been watching me all night,” is the first thing sparky says. carwood feels like he’s going to faint.

“i have... sorry, it’s just, my name’s carwood and i’m such a huge fan... you’re amazing. i can hardly even believe i’m meeting you right now...”

carwood lipton is not a man who gets tongue-tied, okay? this is humiliating for him, and he can feel his face growing hotter with every word. he wants to melt into the floor on the spot. sparky is going to think he’s an idiot.

then, just like that, sparky pulls his hood and glasses off. he’s never revealed his face in any of his photo ops, co carwood had no clue what he looked like until that point.

he’s dazzled. sparky is grinning at him, wamr and mischievous, and he feels like he’s gone to heaven.

“nice to meet you, carwood,” sparky says, holding out a hand. “i’m ron. it’s great to meet my biggest fan.”

BABEROE

babe is not a groupie, okay? he doesn’t care what anyone else (coughbillcough) says, and he’s definitely not obsessed with his favorite band.

lueur de lune is a duo who performs mainly relaxed indie music, duets, and covers of classic songs. renee lemaire is from belgium, and has been singing since she was a child. babe has scanned through the videos of her on youtube, favorited elementary school talent contests and middle school charity concerts. gene roe’s history is a lot harder to track. as far as babe can figure out, he was from louisiana, and only began singing a few years ago. aside from him having met renee on a trip to europe, babe honestly knows nothing about the enigmatic second half of the band.

lueur de lune has only been performing together for a couple of years. they’re not even the style of music babe usually listens to. instead of pounding beats and frenetic bass drops, the two singers go back and forth in relaxed rhythms that never fail to calm babe down. they’ve become his comfort music.

(gene roe’s face may have also become his comfort face, but he’s not going to admit that.)

because the band is pretty low-profile, he often has no clue where they’re touring. he eats up every mention of them on the web, devours their rare interviews (where renee is bubbly and gene frustratingly reticent), and plays their singles hundreds of times.

everything changes when spina auditions and wins a spot as a drummer for “some indie band that needs a few background members”.

babe doesn’t know – he has no clue – until spina sends him a selfie from rehearsals one day.

spina’s grinning on one side of the picture. on the other, staring into the camera with his usual intense gaze, is a face that almost makes babe’s heart stop.

it’s gene roe.

IT’S GENE FREAKING ROE.

babe goes nuts.

he spends all night begging spina to take him to rehearsal – and when he says no, he sneaks into the trunk of his car.

(you’ve gotta die sometime, right? spina might kill him, but at least he’ll have seen gene)

somehow he makes it past spina without getting caught – and poses as an intern. the band doesn’t have an intern, they can’t afford one, but babe doesn’t care. he takes everyone’s orders and runs to starbucks.

he spends the rest of the day – the rest of the week, to spina’s utmost disdain – shadowing gene. gene is baffled, but tolerant, of his “greatest fan”. renee thinks it’s hilarious. spina has already tried to smother babe in his sleep twice.

babe is just eating up any information he can get about gene. slowly, the star-quality is beginning to wear off – eventually gene will just be another regular guy. until then, he’s more than happy to embrace the role of intern – and groupie.

WEBGOTT

webster wants to report on the wildlife section of his local newspaper, but instead he gets assigned to cover the concert a band is throwing downtown.

he’s got no previous knowledge of the band, and no interest. frankly, the black and blues sound like your average grunge rock band that’s going to fade out in a few years or less. their drummer, talbert, is more interested in flirting than music, and their guitarist, grant, was out for a week with a concussion after trying to break up a fight in the audience of their last show. 

it’s not until he meets the lead singer that web really feels a spark of interest for the assignment.

not just interest. inspiration. awe. he’s found his muse in the form of messy hair, a killer smirk, and a leather jacket that shines under the stage lights.

joe liebgott is everything a rock star should be, and he’s hasn’t even played outside of the state yet.

web isn’t head over heels for the guy. liebgott is infuriating. he’s temperamental, argumentative, and can be downright cruel. he’s also a beacon of talent, and hypnotizing on stage. he’s everything webster could have wanted to write about, and web is…

awed.

(okay, so maybe he’s a little in love.)

after his article is written, he sticks around with the group. he’s determined to take on a side job as their publicist, and the band likes him enough that they let him stick around. they tease him, but webster doesn’t care – he loves the articles he writes for them, and he loves his job.

(and if the thing he loves most is getting to banter with liebgott every day, he can deal with that.)

LUZTOYE

whenever a celebrity needs their reputation revamped, they call george luz. the man is an expert at PR – he can turn a celebrity from a delinquent to a charity-leading golden boy in less than a month. he has a history of turning around people’s careers using charm, PR stunts, and no small amount of humor.

luz is damn good at what he does.

joe toye, as it happens, is in dire need of a revamped reputation. his former group, the one that made his name famous, has just broken up. toye is determined to start a solo rock career, but his public image has taken a big hit thanks to a bar fight that he didn’t start, but definitely finished.

(a guy may have been punched through a plate-glass window. joe reiterates that he didn’t start it.)

when luz agrees to work with joe, he knows he’s got a big job ahead of him. he’s surprised by how down to earth joe is, however. for a fast paced rock star, he would have expected joe to have an ego. instead he proves himself to be down-to-earth, not going out of his way to draw attention to himself.

(”i don’t like the spotlight,” joe tells luz once they’ve started to build trust between them. “i love to perform. that’s it. i don’t care about all the attention.”  luz gotten to know a lot of celebrities, but after hearing these words he can’t help but respect joe more than all of them.)

luz is the one who arranges public appearances for joe. he’s got the rock star volunteering at animal adoption drives, food banks, and charities. joe feels a little awkward at first (a big part of him is convinced it’s only for the photo opportunity, not for any better reason) but luz alleviates his discomfort when he volunteers next to him.

george is annoying, overly-friendly,and great at bugging the hell out of joe. he also has the ability to smooth over every social situation, and raises joe’s morale when he isn’t sure he has any left. he starts to genuinely enjoy spending time with his PR rep.

soon tabloids start reporting on the mysterious man seen next to joe toye during all his public appearances. it just takes a little research to uncover who luz is, but it’s a lot more fun to speculate that he might be joe’s lover instead.

george and joe are baffled by the allegations, but not upset by them. they sort of laugh them off until one night after joe’s show, when they both celebrate a little too much, and get a little too friendly with each other.

when george wakes up in joe’s bed the next morning, there’s a tabloid resting on the pillow next to him. “JOE TOYE AND MYSTERY BEAU TAKE ON THE TOWN”.

george smirks and pins the page up on joe’s fridge. “well, mystery beau,” he quips, “you feelin’ like being a little more discreet?”

joe gives a gravelly chuckle that drives luz wild. “what’s the point?”

(george has never fallen for any of his clients before, either, but it’s obvious that joe is a special case. he might be breaking his own rule of staying out of the public eye himself, but he isn’t complaining.)

[lurena-horizen]

Victoria Info - For friend

Introduction of Character

Name: Alexis Victoria Wild

《Rarely uses Alexis》

Age: 15

Gender: Genderqueer (doesn't mind being refers to as she or he)

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Demi-Bi

Nickname(s): Alex, Vic, Vicky, Lexi, Lex

Alias(es): Speechless, Dragon

Date of Birth: 30-June-2000

Status: Alive

Astrological/Zodiac Sign:

Western - Dragon

Eastern - Cancer

Ethnicity: Spanish-Scottish

Blood Type: A+

Affiliations/Organizations: N/A

Occupation:

Pre-Apocalypse - Student

Post-Apocalypse - Scavenger/Dealer

The Character’s Appearance

Height: 5'6

Weight: 116lbs

Handedness: Ambidextrous

Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars:

• A small but destingishable scar behind her left ear in the shake of a small heart

• White scares across her knees and on her stomach

• Burn on her cheek that she hides behind a plaster

Jewelry/Accessories:

A pocket-watch with a compass attached

A sibling necklace with a magnet heart

About the Character

Hobbies/Interests: Drawing, Dancing, Writing, Parkour

Mental/Physical illnesses:

》Haematemesis

》 Mute - Not fully

《 Depression

《 PTSD

《 Paranoia

《 Anxiety

《 Seems to have traits of a psychopath

Phobias/Fears:

Achluophobia - Fear of Darkness

Acydticophobia - Fear if noise

Amychophobia - Fear if bring scratches

Astraphobia - Fear of thunder and lightning

Fevriphobia - Fear of Fever

Nelophobia - Fear of Windows/ Thibgs coming through them

Habits:

Bitting her hands

Swearing (when talking or signing)

Humming to herself

Exercising at most given opportunitys

Mannerisms: Though she doesn't talk she does often make noises, like sucking her teeth, scoffing, Muttering, humming and occationaly whistling.

If she does speak it's very quite and stuttered.

She rubs the back of her neck a lot in moments of embarrassment or stress, Clenched her jaw in tension ect...

Skills/Talents: Skilling in Parkour, using her hight and speed her to advantage when trying to get away from people or walkers.

She is also very tallented when using a bow and arrow as well as close rage wepons like swords and knifes as they are quiter then guns.

Best Qualities:

Honest, Loyal, Childish, Kind, Compassionate, Good sense of human, Enjoys spending time with people

Worst Qualities:

Cold (when first meet depending on the situation), Calculated, Short tempered, Nervous 24/7

Morality/Ethics: Keep your promises and Help dose who need it

Goals/Motivations/Dreams:

Her goal is to help people and animals who need it, though she's willing to kill if anyone or thing gets in her way of doing so.

Her only real motivation is to try and keep some semblance of society for if or when the world is no longer infested.

Victim(s):

• Jackson Brandston- A mercy kill after he began to turn. Done under his request.

• Christina Chamberlin- Mercy Kill. Turing and no one else wanted to do it.

• James Turner- Help Kill. Old Camp leader who couldn't make on the promises made.

• Jessica Randowa- Help Kill. Old camp leader who lied and didn't make on promiseds made.

• Sam Smith- Optional kill. Rebellious resident who stole from the camp.

• Natasha Redwood- Optional-Revenge kill. Camp resident who stole and killed.

• Bloodrain Johnson- Revenge kill for a family friend.

Death:

W.I.P (Mabye)

The Character’s Relationship With Others

Reputation:

The places she helps know not to mess around or brake any promises, she's killed in all places before if needed. (Though she hates killing it was nessacery)

To those who first near her she's rude and un-cooperative. But she has a reputation amongst people for being a deal-maker and keeping promised.

Love Interest(s):

WIP

Friend(s):

N/A

Enemy(ies):

Rixton Parker - Leader of Crystal Lake

Relationship(s):

Mark Wild- Vic's father, a nice man who worked as an animal traitor before the Apoloclips. Before sacrificing himself so his kids could get out.

Jackson Brandston - Victoria's older brother who helped her get out of their home when she walkers attacked. He taught her how to fight and use wepons as well as some life lessons. During a scavenge he was bite and Victoria was the one to kill him, under his request.

The Character’s Abilities

Fighting Style:

Mostly wepon-based combat with some hand-based for fighting with people.

Gear:

(Describe the gear that your character has. Particular weapons on their person, type of clothing used when traveling, people they are with, etc.)

Preferred Weapon(s): See Pic

Knowledge: 6/10

Conceptualization Power: 7/10

Motivation: 4/10

Will to Act: 5/10

Agility: 9/10

Swordsmanship: 8/10

Hand-to-Hand Combat: 7/10

Long Range Accuracy: 9/10

Offense: 5/10

Defense: 6/10

Social Skills: 3/10

The Character’s Familial/Biographical Information

Birthplace: Ball Ground, Georgia

Home:

She lived in a tree house that was made when her and her brother were kids, sometimes staying in Crystal Lake if needed.

She was later taken in to Alexandria

Family:

Elizabeth Brandston - Mother, 40y - Left with Vic was 4, Status is unknow

Mark Alexander Wild - Father, 42y - Died when Vic was 6 and Jack was 15

Jackson Branston - Brother, 19y - Died when Vic was 10, Were always together before his death

Familial Background:

Elizabeth came from a rich family who were respected in their neighbour hood and often got invited to large events like galas or grand party's.

Mark was born into a middle-class family who worked hard and were glad to have what they did. They were also the owners of a ranch that sold a lot of products to markets and stores in the city.

The two meet when Mark was making a delivery to one of the local supporting stores and after a while of talking the two began to date.

They we're happy together and Their family's were happy for them.

In 1991 Jackson was born, with Victoria coming into the world 9 years later.

Elizabeth had began to grow tired and was beging to grow annoyed by Mark's lack of spending habits (he prefers to make things by hand present wise and she didn't see any value in the hard worm). It had eventully grown to a point where she left him to find someone who would "'provide the type of life i always wanted and deserved"

After the messy breakup Mark moved to the outscurts of Ball Ground, Georgia with Vic and Jack where they started a small bussiness looking and training animals untill the apocalios came.

Character Background:

From a young age Victoria was a curious and energetic child with a fast developing mind.

She leads to speak quickly, though writing was a bit changing as it was difficult to keep her in place long enough to get her to write. (Mark was worried it was ADHD but the doctors just said it was because she had a lot of energy and needed to move around. So reading and writing practice didn't start still she was 4 and a half).

Her child hood was good, she got to be with animals, her brother and father would always be around and she made friends with most (nearly all) of her class on the first day of school.

Life seemed to be perfect, untill the apocalypse hit.

The walkers came quick, and her father died well Jackson and herself escaped. Hidding in their tree house.

After 4 years from the beging, Jackson made a wrong move well scavenging and got himself bit. With a 10 year old Victoria having to be the one to kill him.