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dearlawdimasimp · 2 years

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Devotion for the moon under the morning sun

Pairings: Khonshu x gn sorcerer!Reader

Word count: buckle the fuck up bc this is the longest fic i've written yet, 3.8k+ words BABEYY

Warnings: grammar, languange, suggestive stuff(not explicit, just mentioned), No spoilers! :D, implied Filipino!reader but not that detailed, no mention of y/n, purely self-indulegent, not beta'd and possibly ooc Khonshu(if i missed anything pls let me know! ^.^)

Summary: How did sorcerer!reader from Just you luck meet and confessed to Khonshu? (idk man i just want my Khonshu fic HAHAHA)

A/n: well this is long and possibly has a rushed ending but i still hope y'all like it😅 this was just something to quench my thirst for the bird god AND SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT but here we fucking again are🤡. HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY MY SELF-INDULGENT MESS💞💞

note 2: if you guys have suggestions for for a new title, i will gladly accept them lmao bc this one's ridiculously long. I also accept constructive criticsms so feel free to send asks or comment or dm me in my inbox🥰💞💞 more of my thoughts at the end

Gif of the bird daddy god is from @/khonshunation

You are currently preparing your breakfast, humming and sometimes singing along to the music, Harana by Parokya ni Edgar, playing on your mini-speaker as you prepare your coffee while you wait for your omelette to cool.

Puno ang langit ng bituin,

at kay lamig pa ng hangin.

Sa 'yong tingin ako'y nababaliw, giliw.

At sa awitin kong ito,

Sana'y maibigan mo,

Ibubuhos ko ang buong puso ko

Sa isang munting harana,

Para sa'yo

(The sky is full of stars,

The night breeze is cold.

Your stare makes me crazy, my dear.

I hope you'll like,

this song of mine.

I will pour my whole heart,

on this little serenade.

For you)

The chorus of the song makes you chuckle as you remember the nights you spent with Khonshu. A small getaway moment from day-to-day life and just sit in silence while admiring the view of any night life of any city you stumbled in, may it be in London or any other cities in the globe as you, alongside his Moon Knight, protect innocent civilians.

While his knight delivers his vengeance, you protect this realm from any form of mystical danger.

Those nights started when you were keeping an eye out for his knight. You had gotten word from one of the sorcerers that a new vigilante arose in London, so you decided to check it out. What you were not expecting though, is that the vigilante is powered by a banished god of the Egyptian pantheon.

You may or may have not been caught stalking them which led to a confrontation and a small dispute but the situation was quickly diffused after they stated their cause. You were skeptical at first, but you let them go that night. Your eyes lingered on their form.

After you did some digging on some texts about the deity, you realise they were not lying. You told your fellow sorcerers about this, they told you they have no qualms about their whereabouts as long as no innocent civilians would be harmed nor witness anything that aligns to anything mystical and you have to keep an eye on them.

And so you told the moon and his knight that whenever something accidentally happened in front of civilians, they have to inform you quickly to avoid repercussions on a later date. To which they begrudgingly accepted since they didn't want any more interventions.

After nights of keeping tabs on the two, and them almost always knows that you are there(Khonshu is the God of the Moon, of course he'll know who or what is under the moonlight), you were able to form an unlikely friendship with them which led to some nights spending time with the two. Most of it though, is with the deity.

Feelings arose in between those nights. His dry sense of humour somehow makes you chuckle, the way he allows you to do things that are socially perceived as 'weird' and unacceptable but are only mundane things which makes you, you, the way he allows you to mess with him while he doesn't let anyone else do it or they'll face his wrath and just be someone who listens to your every rant about a certain sorcerer with an inflated ego and give advices on how to deal with it(which may or may not always be murder). Which led to you daydreaming whenever you are reminded of anything that resembles the god.

Although the song you are listening to talked about singing a serenade to a dear one under the stars and chilly night, you don't sing to him any serenades on those nights. Though you've been tempted lately to sing 'Buwan' by Juan Karlos to him. Maybe because of the song's title that is literally 'moon' in english, maybe because it is your feelings for the god already written out for you and ready to be sung, maybe it's just you want to confess to him under the moon through a song about confessing one's love under the moon OR maybe it's because of all of the above and because you're tired of stuffing all those love down!

But you didn't want to ruin the bond you have built with Khonshu. You didn't want to be rejected, seeing as the bird god doesn't really look like he also feels the same way to you. So, you kept silent and kept these feelings hidden, locked in a Pandora's box and swept under the rug. Don't even get me started on your infatuation with the deity's avatar(that's a story for another day ;) ).

Oh if only the box could hold your deep admiration for Khonshu.

It could not.

These feelings always resurface after hours of hiding them and keeping them in bay. You just could not help but somehow always find another reason to love the moon god and all of your efforts in locking your heart just bursts open.

Your will to keep things under the surface fades when he talks softly after your long rant, it dissolves when he pats your shoulder and gives praises after a successful mission, it dissipates into thin air when he looks you over after said missions, it crumbles when he tolerates your weird sense of humour and does not make fun of you. Although it should not, it somehow does.

Every. single. fucking. time.

Even though you've tried to reason with yourself that he probably only does this with no romantic reasons but just to entertain you so that you won't intervene in the future. That maybe this is just how he is to someone who helps his knight. But all those reasons always disappear like a bubble when you hear that sweet, deep timbre of his voice, the way your name just sounds so beautiful when he says it, and the way his strong but comforting aura engulfs you when he's in the same place as you.

°°°

You were too deep in thought as you stirred your coffee, a new song played on your speakers and you haven't even noticed that the being you are currently thinking of is in the same room as yours. Silently watching you do your morning routine as he sat with one foot on top of the counter and the other laying flat on the floor. If it weren't for his massive size it would've been dangling from the counter top he's sitting on.

Ako sayo'y ikaw ay akin,

(I am yours as you are mine,)

Seeing as you were so deep in your trance, Khonshu took the chance to admire you, like he always does when you two spend some time together. This is obviously done secretly. He doesn't want to admit it but he has fallen for you, too. Your knowledge, your skill and determination, your charming and funny personality when outside of work had drawn him in like a moth to a flame.

At first he had thought that he was under your magical influence, like some sort of spell to control him and stop his life's work in protecting humanity because you have some hidden agenda that your fellow sorcerers don't know.

But, he is under none.

He would've known, he is a god after all. Spells aren't hard to detect under his nose. His years of existence in this unimaginable universe has given him lots of experience and knowledge humanity hasn't even known nor experienced. So no. He isn't. Which drew him to a conclusion that he both dread and joyed over that he is, in fact, in love.

Dread, because of the fact that whatever desires he has with you will be completely useless if he can't always be by your side and spend as much time as he wants with you without facing consequences. He was banished because of his love for humanity, how much more if he devotes his undying love to a human. Joyed because for a long, long, long time he would've never thought he would find this kind of love again, not after his banishment and certainly not finding it with a human.

Sorcerer but still human.

And knowing that his feelings were mutual made him more overjoyed. You might've thought that he doesn't see it but he does. Seeing your face heating up when he helps you up and look you over for injuries, the way you light up when he entertains your rambling thoughts, your shy yet bold smile when you make a teasing comment, and your longing stares that you thought he could not see nor sense but he does.

He does see and feel your overwhelming love that he wants to drown in, but he should not, he could not. Not when the possibility of you getting hurt is highly likely.

And so he'll just admire you, silently, just like what he is doing now, silently admiring your unruly bedhead, the steady rise and fall of your shoulders under your loose top as you breathe, your lower behind that he may have 'stared' at far too long for anyone's comfort(not that anyone would notice), and your cute pj bottoms.

Ganda mo sa paningin.

(You are a sight to behold.)

He will never admit it to you outloud but gods, were you a sight for sore eyes. Even in this situation where you just woke up and haven't completely freshen up. What he would do to get a chance to be by your side when you wake up-

His thoughts were interrupted by your yelp, startled by the fact that he didn't announce his arrival. It's always fun to mess with you.

You hiss curses as you regain your composure. You do sometimes, if not most of the time, curse like a sailor when threatened.

"I didn't mean to startle you, little human. But you should've been attentive to your surroundings." He sounds disappointed but deep inside, he only wants you safe.

Ako ngayo'y nag-iisa,

(I am currently alone,)

"I know, I know." You roll your eyes as you face him, "You could've at least knocked or..said anything when you arrived- how long have you been..there? here? Gods my grammar sucks…" You mumble the last part to yourself as you take a sip of your lukewarm coffee.

His commitment to keep his love under his bondaged body might just waver, once again, right here right now as you look at him with those eyes. The longing and mirth glinting under the morning sun. But this time, he might not be able to keep it to himself anymore.

Sana ay tabihan na.

(Hopefully you'll accompany me.)

°°°

How long have you been daydreaming about him???!??

Sa ilalim ng puting ilaw,

(Under the white light,)

Well long enough apparently that the song you were thinking of had started to play on your speakers. Great!

"I haven't been around for long, little human. Whatever you had done before you stirred your coffee is something I have no idea of." He shrugs as he vaguely answers. You mumble nonsense under your breath, a little annoyed by his response at the same time hiding your embarrassment. 'Seriously, out of all the times that that song plays, it has to be right now?!? Plus, its early in the fuckin morning..bad timing music player..very very bad timing.'

Sa dilaw na buwan!

(Of the yellow moon!)

"And either 'here' and 'there' are technically grammatically correct." He adds as he shifts his sitting position. Gods to be able to sit on his laP-

"m'kay, noted.."

You cut your omelette into thin strips before putting it on your sliced bread and folding it, "So..to what do I owe this pleasure, big bird?" You huff, taking a big bite to your homemade egg bread.

His unexpected visits were not new to you, he just sometimes turn up out of the blue to tell you about their next move on whatever mission he has given his knight, whom you've never met personally even though you've wanted to know who's under the mask for a long time but Khonshu just tells you 'at the right moment, little human.' Sometimes he would appear while you were on the other side of the globe while doing your own missions, which most of the time just ends up in you transporting to his plane of existence to smack his beak and him swinging his staff at you, starting an unnecessary squabble that usually doesn't last long because you can't stay in his plane for long.

"Can't a god visit a wizard simply to converse?"

"Not a wizard.." You grumbled to yourself and took a seat, the god merely chuckled in response. You groan at his willful ignorance, so tempted to splash your coffee at his bird skull but decided not to. Plus it would be a waste of caffeine so it's a definite no go.

"And no, you cannot." You smirk, he scoffs. You then sipped your drink and then swallowed your food, adding a bold, teasing question, "If I was none the wiser I would say you're in love with me, moonie." You laugh at the idea, giving hints at the same time not, ya know, just playing it safe. "Are you, moonie?"

Pakinggan mo ang aking sigaw,

(Listen to my yells,)

Khonshu doesn't like that name, at least that's what his reaction implies. He groans and his skull head moves as if he rolled his non-existent eyes every time you call him with the nickname. And he did just that, now added with a huff. You were expecting him to deny and to tell you to stop calling him that name once again but instead you received a rebuttal your shaky will was not prepared for.

"So what if I am?"

Sa dilaw na buwan!

(To the yellow moon!)

°°°

Well that slipped out of his beak. Or maybe he let it slip.

Your incessant teasing and bold comments had always made him mull over everything. If he should just give in and just make sure none of the Ennead know of you or continue keeping everything shut and close to himself as he admires you from afar and watch you fall out of love with him.

Apparently he chose the former as he uttered those five words.

Ayokong mabuhay ng malungkot,

(I don't want a miserable life,)

°°°

Oh he's got to be messing with you..

Right?

You just shake your head and laugh humorlessly, "Ha. ha. you got me." Denying what Khonshu is suggesting because it was just impossible. He wasn't showing interest, at least from what you remember, so he can't just..blurt this out out of fucking nowhere..right?!

But he was not saying anything, he just adjusted his grip on his crescent moon staff as he looked at you.

You don't know what to say.

You blink and rub your face, "Okay, wait. No, hold on."

"Little one-" he stands up from the counter and reaches out to you.

"No, give me a-" an airy laugh passes through your lips, "give me a fucking minute- Do you mean it?"

You finally ask, somewhat gathering your thoughts as your sporadic heartbeat pulses in your ear. All the time, were your feelings not unrequited? Did you really waste buckets of tears because you didn't see that the feelings are mutual? Tears that are now forming and clouding your vision. Tears of utter bliss for your current situation or tears of disappointment to yourself for torturing yourself in not seeing the signs, you could not tell which it was.

"Dear one-"

"Answer me, bonehead!" You grit your teeth as you slam your mug down the counter. Days and nights of frustration for being in love with someone whom you thought doesn't love you back takes the form of your flowing tears.

Or does he? Is he just messing with you because you were too fucking obvious of your devotion to him? Or-

Your thoughts silencing when you feel a feather-light touch on your cheek, the familiar buzz of magic hovering over your skin as Khonshu, now beside you, cradles your face with his wrapped, bony hand, trying to reach your physical form while under the influence of the unhelpful sun, "Beloved, please stop crying." His towering form is mildly comforting in the current situation as you question his intentions.

You chuckle, lacking any joy but has hope laced in it, hearing the new nickname that he had given you.

"I do. I really do but-" He cut himself off, his thumbs attempting to wipe your tears but his finger just phases through your tears, a painful reminder that he cannot be physically be with you while the sun rises in his morning glory, "I don't think I am worth any risks and time-"

"Bullshit." You snarl at him, not moving from your place as you look up at him straight to his eye-sockets. With shaking posture and sniffling nose you prepare the spell that would transport yourself to his plane, his warnings and scolds fall under deaf ears and you casted it with no delay.

You feel yourself being pulled out of your physical body, finding your translucent and iridescent form standing right in front of Khonshu.

"Did you really think I learned this spell for nothing? This isn't the same with astral projecting, by the way, and this spell is also under a locked tome." Your lips quiver, tears freely flowing as hours of learning a spell that could potentially get you locked up just shamefully passes by. Like your sweat and efforts are nothing to the universe as you look back to it now.

"'Not worth any risk', well too late bird boy because I've taken those risks and I can say it myself that you are worth every fucking risk." You are now standing right in front of him, your eyes not leaving his eye-sockets as you stand firm under it. You can hear his uneven breathing, being this actually physically close to the god allowed you to hear it. His aura is much stronger in this plane, adding on to your already overwhelmed senses.

"So let me ask again, and answer me honestly," you plead, your voice trembling, watching his unmoving posture and gulped, "do you-"

Khonshu cuts you off with a bone crushing hug, you feel his lanky arms wrap your whole form with a tight grip that is enough for you to handle and sweetly whispers to your ears, "Yes, yes I do, " You can hear his voice wavering, calling your name as he pulls you much closer to his chest. The first time he calls your actual name in today's interaction.

"No buts?" You sniffle as you raise your arm to hold on to his shoulder, somehow reluctant if he were to say 'but' again.

"No buts, beloved.." He sweetly reassures with a loving nudge of his beak to your head.

That's when you gave in and returned his embrace. Desperately and greedily wrapping your human arms around his godly form and crying happy tears on his shoulder.

°°°

Khonshu holds you close, his crescent staff long abandoned on the floor, as cradles you in his arms while you weep joyfully in his embrace. He places the underside of his beak on top of your head, as his hand rubs comforting circles on your back. Heavens, he wasn't expecting a tearful confession but here you guys are.

He actually had no idea that the spell you just used is a very complicated and unsafe spell. He had thought that you were taught how to transport between planes to be able to protect this realm better. Though it scared him when you told him about this. He could not bear to see you locked up behind a cage just because of him, he will not let that happen. But it warms his old heart that you risked your self and soul for him, because of your love for him.

And from now on till the day onwards, he will do the same for you. Move the stars and call upon the moon whenever you tell him so. Be a beacon of light to your night missions. Your unseen guardian who will do what it takes to keep you from harm and anyone who wishes to lay a single finger on you will face his Knight's vengeance.

°°°

You can faintly hear the climax of the song in the background, what you can mostly hear though is Khonshu's comforting words and your hiccups as you try to calm yourself. With a sniffle you mumble, "gods, this was not what I had planned when I would confess to you."

His deep chuckle rumbles in your ears, "but here we are, a sobbing mess in a plane where you glow brighter than the morning sun.." He slowly pulls away and cradles your tear stained face, this time, you can actually feel the roughness of his bandaged hand as you lean to it, "and the place where I can properly comfort you.." The tears now wiped away by his thumb and not passing through, your doubts fleeing alongside the wiped tears.

You hold the hand on your face with both of yours, turning your head to place a soft kiss on his palm, "I guess this is better than serenades, hm?" You tease with a lopsided smile. His hitched breath and stuttered "Wh-what?" made you laugh out loud and roll your head back.

"Hold on, you were planning to serenade me?"

"Says who?"

"Oh, don't play coy with me now, little wizard." He pulls you to him with ease while you try to escape his grip, shrieking, "I'm not gonna repeat myself!!" with a big grin on your face.

Khonshu's chest vibrates with a disbelieving hum, "I will make sure you will." His voice dropping an octave with a suggesting tone, it made you halt your futile escaping attempt. Your face heats up at the thought of what the god of the moon was suggesting.

He might have seen how your face looks like a tomato as his rumbling laugh echoes across the plane, "Get your mind off the gutter, beloved. I am not suggesting that, although.." a silent offer hangs in the air while you're just there malfunctioning under his grip.

"Oh hUSH UP!" You squeak and undid the spell you had casted, transporting you back to the plane of physical existence. You stumble on your feet as Khonshu's hands are now useless on your physical form, exclaiming gibberish as you try to regain your balance. You heard his worried warning and felt his magic help you balance yourself, "Careful."

"I am." You quip with a huff, face still very much red no thanks to the mummified bird in front of you. You take your mug and finish your coffee that has now gone cold and placed the mug on the counter.

"The offer still stands, little wizard."

"SHUSHHH!!"

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This was not meant to be a prequel

This was supposed to be another snippet from my soon-to-be-not-to-be series but in the middle of writting it i decided to deviate from that plan, and accidentally made a prequel KAHSHAHSHHSHSH. I'll call this a happy lil accident☺ but fuck was it frustrating to find an appropriate ending HAHAHHAHAHAH

Anywhoooo, hope you guys enjoyed that and like i said, i am open for constructive criticism feel free to comment, asks/inbox open andd hope you guys have a great day/night!!🥰💞💞

gods i just hope ep 6 will not cost me another bucket of tears

edit: i think am gonna re-write this HAHSHSHH might make it shorter next time and make the pov's clear😓

#moon knight x reader #khonshu x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #khonshu #moon knight khonshu #G•writes #fanfiction #mcu imagines #marvel imagines #x reader #moon knight fanfiction #self-indulgent

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plainvanillapotato · 4 years

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the 100 diaries S2 E1

quarantines diaries: may 26 2020

season 2 episode 1: “The 48″

aaahh yess some elevator music to set the mood....BAAMM excessively loud scary sound. was this really necessary tho. cuz i was wearing headphones while watching this and that shit made my ears hurt. i know im weak like that.

hey! hey! hey! where really is monty??? i fucking swear to god...

i love that clarke goes apeshit for monty. shes gots his back!! i stan.

ooo thats a deep cut. that helmet came off a little too easy. “ill be contaiminated” current quarantine mood girl. mood. clarke is really taking this girl hostage. anything for monty.

what in the world?! somebody say sike. yeah clarke where the hell are you? i would like to know as well

bellamy lives! also what is monroe’s hair. its cool but like how does she do these elaborate hair styles with no mirror. no shampoo. no conditioner. no brush.

boy finn is not doing well at all. but he still manages to get some water to quench his thirst

what is that? klingon? did licoln really lick that arrow? lincoln be into some kinky shit.

“death by a 1000 cuts every single member of your clan will take a turn stabbing you. and then they’ll feed to the bugs.” that sounds that rough and all but im sorry all i see are the bugs from a bugs life

bane from batman is that you??? wow raven be prepared for that. we love a prepared queen. goodbye bane she said.

no its not ok. murphy. fuck this trope of having no bullets. die murphy. die. why do you keep coming back. i swear murphy is like a cockroach. you think you killed him but he keeps coming the fuck back. at least hes self aware as he says i would have shot me too.

“im not pressing charges”. ok. maya. no one asked tho. but they still have a justice system?? of all the things that they keep

ohh these restraint are necessary. you know clarke be out here ready to cut a bitch.

what the hell are they pumping into maya?

wow dante being a fairy godmother with that box of clothes. he said bibity boppity boo

yess get that heel. resourceful queen. haha clarke “isnt like other girls” when she see a heel isnt thinking wow i would look really good in those. shes thinking i could use that as a weapon. but of all the outfits in that trunk thats the one that clarke picks?

so grounders really be superior beings. natural selection? this just triggered my ptsd from my gen bio class. not a fun time. if im being honest tho i would be probably one of tho people that would be wiped out by the radiation.

solar radiation. so basically these spacers are super human in comparison to these smucks. is this how jasper survived and recovered so quick from that spear? im still not over how the boy was speared but then was fine within like 5 days

he said first give me that heel. dante really is magical isnt he. but i really wished that clarked cut a bitch first before the heel was taken away.

what is this cult? why are all these kids wearing button ups? ummmm this is reaaaaally suspicious.

is murphy really helping raven? are they giving murphy a redemption arc he literally made a child commit suicide. killed not one but two people in cold blood. shot raven. and hanged bellamy **i know. i know. i know that bellamy hanged murphy first. but we’re not going to talk about that. bellamy is too pretty to stay mad at for too long.

“i don’t want to die alone.” well i dont care murphy. get the fuck out of here. you were the one that shot raven and the reason why she is here.

oh wow that really is a monster. frankenstein’s monster who?

monty and jasper reunited. i love this bromance so much!

“you’re bumming me out im gonna get more cake”- jasper (19:42) what a mood!! i could really go for some cake rn. i dont have anything to celebrate but do i really need one to eat cake. this also reminds me of the cake in Matilda

low on vitamin D? just drink some sunny d

maya and jasper? octavia? forget her. this girl has cake. *men love a woman that knows her way in a kitchen*

clarke really wants out. i thought it would take longer than this. clarke really isnt trusting any of this. i mean neither am i. buts thats a lot of stairs

maya pulling a gun clarke. she got that gun real quick. damn maybe maya is more edgy than i thought

raven and murphy having a heart to heart? the most unlikely pairing yet? but do i crack ship it? fuck it. sure.

is murphy really talking in third person. i thought i could not have hated this character more. i love that after murphy gives that whole my life was rough story. raven said “boo-hoo” (25:35).

woah KANE is here to save the day but i gotta say i just want to give bellamy a wet wipe. theres so much blood on his face its covering up his prettiness

youre really not gonna give murphy up now raven? he shot you. i guess his pity story worked

yess bellamy!! that is the proper reaction to murphy! fuck your rules. fuck your law. fuck you kane. #free bellamy

ABRAHAM LINCOLN (31:55) you have got to be kidding me. i fucking called it. so i guess this were Washington DC used to be. honest abe is quaking.

dante has a dark backstory. hes gotta be a villain. hes just gotta

bellamy and finn teaming up together yes please. i love finn and bellamy breaking the rules already. they make a good duo. btw this is such an interesting format of the show both of clarkes love interests are not with her. i hope they have a bromance now. or even possibly a real ship. who knows. cuz its seems like finn falls in and out of love pretty fast so it wouldnt be that ooc in my opinon

dont watch clarke eat like that dante. i get creepy vibez

monty knows magic tricks.

clarke is buying into this cult a little too fast for me.

camp JAHA **tears**

did not expect to live to see kane as chancellor

really...a baby. ofc this show would. whats worse than a child...a baby.

#the 100 #the 100 diaries #bellamy #finn #bellamy x finn #clarke #monty #jasper #the bromance is very much alive #octavia #lincoln #octavia x lincoln

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se7enforse7en · 4 years

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NBTM | Two — Propositions

☾ synopsis : Love and tragedy has always had a way of being connected, that connection usually held by the red string of fate. A red string that destined two soulmates to be bound for eternity. No matter the circumstances, fate would tie two individuals to meet, to not disrupt their long awaited destiny. In the world of more than five billion people, the red string had made it’s mark plenty of times, going back to perhaps the start of it. The folktale disappeared into obscurity & into believer’s hearts. In the lives of fourteen individuals in the 21st century, their lives seem to be an unfinished puzzle. Some strangers, some friends. Some blissful, others tragic. All unaware of the soon-to-be outcome years in the making. They’ll find it to be entrancingly painful. The red string of fate wasn’t just pretty.

☾ pairing : jinyoung x fem!oc

☾ genre : drama, romance, angst ??

☾ warnings : strong language, rambling from an ass author (I had to), very much angst ur honor, kinda ooc jinyoung, e2l

☾ Parts : one / two / three / four / five

JIHYE CONSIDERS HERSELF TO BE AN INSPIRATIONAL PERSON. Or rather, she usually thinks herself to be inspired. Normally, she had no problem coming up with a concept to paint. The canvas would create itself and she’d feel a bit of completeness. She’d be drawn to the brushes and her extravagantly expensive colors. They’d call out to her, urging her to pick them up and begin yet another masterpiece. Their hues should’ve created a clear image in her head, but they didn’t. Nothing’s happening. Not a damn thing.

She stares at the long, white canvas ahead of her. It’s blank nature taunts her in the face. It dares not to move, nor does it help her inability. She’s sure that there’s new wrinkles in her skin just from the blatant staring she’s doing. It sets an infuriating feeling in her. She’s tempted to throw one of the brushes at the canvas, the thought permeating the main centers of her brain. Alas, a doorbell brings her out of her thoughts. Her eyes fly to the door with a sigh. She reluctantly gets up, her body sluggish. She quickly opens up the door, only to be welcomed with the face of the one and only Jong Minji. She rolls her eyes and lets the door swing open. He scoffs as she beelines for her kitchen.

“So great to see you—oh, it really is!” He mocks the lack of interaction as she pulls out a chilled Dr. Pepper. He strides in, setting down a big, brown paper bag on her marble counter. He squints his eyes, noticing something’s off. She’s characterically cold as per usual, with none of the sassy energy in it. It’s something he’s grown accustomed to in the last seven years. She appears out of her element, even in the silent sigh that flows from her mouth, resulting from the promising liquid full of sugar. He takes a seat at her counter, his eyes quickly finding no paint on her wrists. He cocked an eyebrow at the sight. “Finally one of your white shirts isn't ruined,” he comments.

She looks down, realizing not a single stain of color had tainted it, a rarity indeed. “Yeah,” she whispers as she takes another thirst-quenching sip. Her sleeves are rolled up, preparing for an activity she felt like giving up on. Her eyes drift to the paper bag. She raises her eyebrows. She looks between him and the source of her curiosity.

“It’s not a bomb, sheesh.” He reaches for it, rapidly opening it. He pulls out lazily shoved in fries and several wrapped up burgers, ones she knows too well. She instantly groans at the sight of it. Her rolls her eyes yet again, her annoyance a bit more recognizable. She can practically smell the grease and fat oozing just from the sight of it. She gives an agitated look to him. His shoulders become slumped. “It’s been forever since we’ve had a fast food day - “

“Because it’s shitty processed food. I literally got food poisoning last time.” The mere thought of it makes her groan.

“That’s not exclusive to all fast food.” She sighs at his words, resorting to the remainder of her chilled soda. He pushes one of the three burgers in front of you, quickly unwrapping his own. He expects her to do the same. She casts her gaze down, looking with disdain. She thinks on how she’d have to soon be in the obvious limelight due to the inability of escaping any & all promotions as an artist. She lightly pushes it away, much to his dismay. He instantly frowns as he lowers the overly greasy away from his mouth. “Did something happen?” He knows she’s one to care about her health, but something’s up, he’s sure.

She licks her dry lips. She wonders the same as her friend. Being stuck is one thing and not knowing why is another. The unstableness of her hands is not normal, nor is the blank stare she has as she looks at the burger with disgust. Her eyes slowly float to the blank, not forgotten canvas behind the almost oblivious Minji. Even without eyes, it burns through her soul. The void with what had endless possibilities of what it could be struck a nerve in all that made sense in her mind. There’s nothing that evokes that usual fire of creativity. No color that manifests. No image inducing that familiar burst of whatever she’d call her creations. Children? Sometimes. Art? Somewhat. Perfection? She wishes.

She mutters a quiet “fuck” underneath her breath. It’s unnoticed by the younger of them two, Minji’s focus more concentrated on why she seemed out of place. He shakes his head and picks up the burger once more. He finds it near impossible to even fathom a specific reason at the moment. He bites into the excessively oily food. It’s unhealthy contents explode in his mouth with flavor, an experience not akin to the ever so observant Jihye. Her eyes scan his delighted face. Splendid noises of satisfaction spurred on by the heavy contents of In-N-Out Burger. It’s overloaded with onions, tomatoes, and pickles. ‘Horrid combination,’ she thinks to herself. She shakes a head a bit, taking another prolonged sip. Minji looks to her in confusion, breaking away from his captivated state of momentary bliss. She gives a small wave, hoping he just gets back to his sodium death. He shrugs. With another bite into the burger, he lets his mind wander to how great his taste buds feel and whatnot. Whatnot being a bit more complex than what Jihye may think.

Elsewhere, in a much more tense space, Park Jinyoung wonders if he makes purchases in his sleep. He sits across from an old-styled book, one with a nicely made leather cover and pages as sharp as a knife. They’re a beige worthy of the sands of Persia. The leather front is adorned with gold ends and little flurries of designs resembling that of strings. It shines in the light of his living room. It catches his eye, a quirked eyebrow in the direction of the blasted mystery. He runs his fingers over the forepart. It’s smooth, incredibly so. He finds it to be like a fairy tale book. He expects it to be full of tales, perhaps starting with Cinderella and ending with the Goblin.

However, he has no recollection of ever ordering such a book. His own little mini-library consists of more popular stories, rather than chronicles that fit a children’s shelf. His hands grip the pointed ends, placing the cover on the left. His eyes widen in surprise, his expectations now shattering as a result. That very first page…

It’s blank. Entirely devoid of any color or words, it stares back at him in a mocking manner. His eyes search the pages for any kind of indentation or mark to see if he’s merely tired. It’s not the case as he’s sure nothing gets past his somewhat worn out eyes. All he can find is a small scripture in the corner of the other side of the cover. It’s ink is a mix of gold and red, it’s shiny luster apparent. He squints his eyes. The scripture is written fancily, like an old tale. He can almost barely make it out. The edges are too fastly written and the ink is scarce in some spots.

“The Prince and...The Princess,” he warily reads outloud. “Opposites do not always attract.” He raises an eyebrow at the text. “For those of the likes of the cold-hearted prince and the ice princess, such was a mantra. One of tragedy and love. One of sacrifice and heartbreak as well.” He scoffs at the text, his doubt seeping through his features. He makes a judging face at the book.

“The hell?” His eyes dart to the right of the book. His eyes catch a glimpse of moving letters. His eyes widen a bit. He shakes his head, only to see the expanding ink once more. He tightens his grip on the book. The words fill up the entire first page, moving onto the second, third, & so forth. His eyes carefully scan the words, his heart about to burst out of his chest. He’s suddenly nervous. Just like most slightly cynical young adults, he was a firm believer of genuine logic. And genuine logic is nowhere present in the mystery Park Jinyoung is faced with. He scans the words, thoughtfully, absorbing whatever fever dream is gracing him at four o’clock sharp. His confusion grows by the second. He finds numerous superfluous words and fantastical details too true for a fairy tale. The beginning is a fated mess, such words coming from the old paper.

His iris’ finally land on two words, two distractions.

Prince Jinyoung.

Hi, if you read or checked this out, tysm !! I’d rlly appreciate it if you could reblog or like this post. I’d love to hear what ppl think so a comment is awesome too. This is a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes.

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hqinfinity · 6 years

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aburaya, the bathhouse, is known to all in the spirit realm of japan. it’s grandiose design and elaborate structure are just a few reasons why it is beloved by the spirits. gods as old as time and spirits anew all find sanctuary in this place where they may rest and be attended to by the most elite customer care.

for centuries, the witch yubaba has been proprietor, running the bathouse with an iron first. yet, for all the power, magic, and wealth she has accumulated, she has been unable to quench her thirst for more riches. eager to sate her obsession with gold, she continues on to expand her business.

in partnership with an overseas warlock, a new bathhouse has been established on jeju island. here, the new building hosts similar warmth and glamour as the original. set to replicate the same success of the original, a similar system has been implemented within the bathhouse. contract systems have been set for all employees, of course still on a name stealing basis. hierarchy is well maintained -- head warlock and guests at the top, followed by higher ups made to be the supervision and eyes where the warlock cannot be. well below are all the entertainers and attendants.

make no mistake that the lavish nature of the bathhouse is all possible by the grueling work of those employed, maintained by a just as cruel and ambitious owner.

now with the bathhouse being well established and attended by the local deities and mythical beings, the story unfolds.

SUGGESTED CHARACTERS.

guests — honored guests are typically deities, spirits, and gods who are well off. every whim of theirs is catered to at the bathhouse. * we highly encourage you look into korean mythical figures to help you think of muses!

higher ups — apprentices of the head warlock, bath tokens manager, bodyguards.

entertainers — the people who give life and spirit to the bathhouse. they gamble, speak, perform, and so on. hierarchically, they are a bit above attendants. however, their living conditions are still roughly equivalent and they are expected to work just as hard.

attendants — these are the employees that attend to customers directly in regards to baths, servicing of food, cleaning, and etc. typically, employees have an area of focus, be it the cleaning team or solely servers. some attendants also have apprentices that they are tasked to train.

hosts — the face of the business. they are the ones that guests first meet when they set foot on their grounds.

others — messengers, chefs, gardeners, boiler room workers, etc.

INSTRUCTIONS.

ooc, this au will be open from jan. 19 - feb. 21. unless extensions are announced, you are free to continue threads but are no longer allowed to start new ones after feb. 21.

tag any posts relating to this universe: “#spiritedaway!au”.

if you will be using a non-default fc, reply to this post with your chosen fc and their occupation (for example: kim junmyeon/suho, exo).

after deciding on your faceclaim, you are free to post your official character blurb (ocb.)

you are free to format your ocb any way you want and to include any information you want, but your ocb must contain the following information:

faceclaim

character name (must be different from faceclaim’s name + one character name if an employee.)

pronouns

being ( for example: oneuli - goddess of time, goblin, nine tailed fox )

age

occupation

biography/background

personality

#hquniverse #spiritedaway!au

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years

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Hello all! 🚨🚨🚨Avatar:TLA craving!

Name: Kay or Bugg (feel free to ask me about that nickname lol)

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Roleplay experience: 6 or 7 years

Writing experience: 10+ years

Time zone: EST

Reply Frequency: Depending on my mood for the day, I reply anywhere between rapid fire or 1 or two post a day.

Post length: Because I like rapid fire so much when I’m not busy, I tend to stick to 1 or 2 paragraphs. I can do more, but I prefer not to. Please if you’re going to do more than 1 or 2 paragraphs, do not get upset that I want to stick to my length.

Ghost friendly: you can ghost me all you want. I don’t require an explanation. If you don’t respond after 2 or 3 days, I may reach out to you. If you don’t respond after that, I will leave you alone no questions ask! So ghost friendly :)

I adore OOC chat! We don’t have to just talk about ideas! Let’s have fun with this!

Must be OC friendly! I love including OCs! I feel they change the storylines in good ways! I may want to add more than one in each roleplay.

Must be willing to double and triple up, as well as take side characters! I like a roleplay with multiple characters. Say for instance... no one wants Cersei Lannister as a main character, but we obviously need her to further the roleplay at some point. So someone would need to claim her as a side character.

I’m looking for the something for the fandom below right now. I will say that I prefer to roleplay AUs with fandoms, but I like AUs that have plot lines to them.

Warning!!!! What I’m looking for is a long term RP.

Avatar:TLA !!!!! If you adore this cartoon like I do, you may be constantly craving another season of the original series, or trying to find the perfect fanfic to quench your thirst. Alas! I haven’t been able to gain not one of them, so I’m hoping to quench my thirst in an RP!

I don’t have a specific plotline, these can go any way really. My favorite pairings are Zuko/Katara, Ozai/Ursa or Zuko/OC!

Mind you, I’m only looking for one of the above pairings! I do ask that I play Katara, Ursa or the OC up against Zuko. In return, I’ll play as anyone you want me to play, lol even Appa or Momo.

For Ursa and Ozai, I wouldn’t mind doing an RP that focus on their younger years, before Ozai was firelord and before Zuko and Azula. But obviously an AU (Not including the search canon lines), an AU where they almost loved each other before it went down hill.

For Zuko and Katara, I wouldn’t mind a plot that’s set after the war. With the two of them realizing their love for one another, despite Aang and Mai interfering.

For Zuko and the OC I have in mind, this is an OC that used to be friends with Azula and Zuko like Mai and Ty-Lee were, and shes also General Zhao’s daughter. I want this to start off during book 2, and progress from there. I’d like my character to help Zuko find his way.

Obviously these plot lines can be changed up if need be!

I only roleplay over email! I have access to it on my phone which allows me to respond to you immediately unless I’m doing something else.

Feel free to reach out to me on email! Please let me know your age, name, gender, preferences as far as roleplay styles, characters and so forth.

I do ask my roleplay partner to be 18 and over! I also ask that you don’t want to JUST roleplay NSFW themes. Unfortunately if our preferences are too different or you try to change up my idea drastically, I may not respond.

But trust me, I don’t bite.

[email protected]

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chvrchesrp · 7 years

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Welcome to CHVRCHES’ twelfth event!

This event is our fifth invite event, which means it’s the kind of event everyone is familiar with on tumblr: we give you a setting, you run amok with it! What’s written is canon, the rest is up to you! By now, all doubles were killed (timeline wise) as well as the 4 original muses of Dom, Noah, Zack, and Paul (though their doubles will be in attendance tonight). This event is part one of two.

The date stamp for this event is 10pm (when Delirium opens) on August 26th. After the event evening, please make your own plot threads! Here on out relies a lot on you! There won’t be leading information between this and the next event, which will be on September 30th.

You enter Delirium, not sure who or what you’re meeting, except ‘doom.’ Why did you even show up, anyway? Maybe some of you wanted to get it over with—maybe a small doom is better than an impending apocalypse. Maybe some of you were curious, unsure what doubles had to do with a night club with no supernatural affiliation. Maybe some of you were hopeful: after all, some of you had made the wrong choices, killed the wrong person, and were left with only a message to come here at this date and time.

One way or another, you find yourself on precipice of a once-was warehouse. Its jagged edges are still rough and rusty, and perhaps it feels like your heart does: worn out, overused, and dangerous. The sign for Delirium flashes in its burnt orange neon, flickering, ushering you inside, where the concrete jungle and grates await you, the dim lights hazing everything a dark sunset. You’re the only ones inside: it’s a private affair. On the floor, in white chalk, is the outline of some sort of summoning circle; maybe someone with knowledge of the arcane, or an over-interest in possession, might recognize it.

It’s not quite completed.

Two pieces of chalk lie on the ground beside it, waiting for someone to finish the circle. Inside the summoning circle, there are anchors for each cardinal direction, and on each direction, a smaller circle like a placemat. In the west, the smaller circle is made of wool, and on it is aquamarine and lavender. In the south, the smaller circle is made of canvas, and on it is amber and broom. In the east, the smaller circle is made of jersey knit, and on it is carnelian and sweet pea. In the north, the smaller circle is made of old wood, and on it is blue lace agate and dandelion.

It’s eerily quiet. Everything feels like doubt and foreboding. Everyone waits, no music on, in the warmth of the night club. The unthinkable very reasonable: does nothing happen until the summoning circle is closed? Who will do it? What happens to their friends—to the real Dom, Zack, Paul, and Noah—if they don’t? Do you cut your losses, and your beloveds, and walk away? Or do you close the circle and bring doom that much closer to you; bring the unknown that much closer to you? Who dares do the unspoken act—and take the blame and responsibility for what comes after?

Perhaps it is that hanging silence, that discomfort that makes you realize: not just the summing circle is new to Delirium. There is a table along the wall, across from the bar. The bar still has everything it normally does to quench your thirst, but it seems your host has also provided some food for the evening. On that table are an array of macarons almost every colour of the rainbow. Surely some will be traditional, tasting of rose or almond or raspberry or chocolate. Some look... less familiar. If your muse elects to eat one, let an Admin know so you know what surprises are in store…

On the table, the macarons sorts are:

Yellow with gold sparkles, tastes citrus lemon

Indigo with a forget-me-not on top, tastes earl grey

Baby pink with an iridescent sheen, tastes berry

White with violet jellied filling, tastes almond

Deep red with ruby glitter, tastes cinnamon

Pale green with dark green filling, tastes matcha

Velvety brown with golden sheen, tastes chocolate

Orange with rainbow sprinkles, tastes cake batter

Lavender with a silver sheen, tastes floral

Of course, there’s no accounting for Belial and Kiara, who are overly amused with the entire thing, and here to watch the show. In their corner, Belial tells Kiara about his great idea: he figures, if angels and demons can bond to humans using a Vow, then the Horseman may be able to finagle something of their own. Calling it a Clinch, Belial believes that he figured out a way to get a Horseman and a human to bond—but only to their benefit, like a battery that empowers them, without tying their lives together. He aims to try out the theory soon: if he does a one-sided body bind—that is, if he gives some of his blood to Elijah, but doesn’t take any of Elijah’s on—then Belial thinks a perfunctory, perverted sort of bond would occur, boosting the Horsemen and enabling them to have a steady energy food source. Kiara finds the conversation quite riveting and begins to devise her target, too.

So, feel free to taste the snacks, but let us know so we can tell you what effect they might have. Do one at a time—some don’t go well together. Also, if you are one of the 2 muses who would like to thread the Summing Circle as soon as possible, please calls dibs in the OOC.

THAT’S ALL! ENJOY THE DOOM PARTY, EVERYONE!

#chvrchesrp #lsrpg #original rp #literate rp #bio rp #event #invite event #event 012

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acuppellarp · 5 years

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We’re excited to announce that Aly has decided to level up Eva Vega from a mumu minor character to a main character! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Aly + She/Her. Age: 27. Timezone: GMT. Ships: Eva/Chemistry. Anti-Ships: Eva/Forced.

IC INFO

Full Name: Eva Sofía Vega. Face Claim: Gina Rodriguez. Age/Birthday: 29/January 31st. Occupation: Music Journalist for Billboard Magazine. Personality: Adaptable, Chill, Enthusiastic, Impulsive, Sarcastic. Hometown: Chicago, Illinois. Bio:

Originally from Chicago, the Vega family have many members, and not very much money to go around. There are seven children in total, with Eva the eldest girl (she has two older brothers, three younger brothers and one younger sister), and the only one born to her absent father. Unfortunately, her mother, Camila, has just never been able to hold down a solid relationship, but she has always done everything she can for her children with what little money she has, and if anyone were to ask Eva who her hero is, she’d say her mother without missing a beat. Because Camila has always worked multiple (admittedly minimum wage) jobs, her mother, Eva’s widowed grandmother, has always been a staple in their home, moving in with Camila when Eva was still in diapers.

Until she was old enough to work herself, Eva would help out her abuelita with her younger siblings as much as she could, then begun to work part-time jobs as soon as she was of age to do so. Basically, she’s no stranger to hard work; she has seen her mother do it her whole life, and has always done her part, too. For a person coming from so little, Eva has a huge amount of pride, and definitely does not accept handouts. She has been taught to be independent, strong and hardworking, three things she takes very seriously. Which is kind of a feat really, because to know Eva is to know she takes hardly anything seriously at all.

It doesn’t matter how tired she is, or how overworked she may be, Eva is generally seen with a smile on her face. She’s always happy, always bubbly, and does genuinely have a heart of gold, although she’s by no means perfect. Recreational drugs are definitely a big factor in how Eva keeps her cool the way she does. It’s fair to say she’s a bit of a stereotypical hippie when it comes to that kind of lifestyle, in fact. She’s very free as far as love, too; she’ll give anyone a chance, and even a second one if she feels they deserve it, though she’s definitely not a pushover, and if someone really wrongs her or someone she cares about, it’s not something she’ll forget about, nor will she hesitate to call anybody out on their crap.

As far as romantic love, Eva has never been very lucky in it. It took her a long time to accept the fact that she had no attraction toward the opposite sex, mostly because she wasn’t sure how her mother and grandmother would take the news. Fortunately, it turned out they were both very supportive, though Eva lost what little relationship she had with her father in coming out, but that was never any kind of heartache for her; her dad has always been an absent figure in her life, anyway. Her mother and grandmother are to credit for raising her, not him, so their opinions are the ones that matter. Of course, being the loud, vibrant person she is, once she’d truly accepted herself for who she was, she began to really embrace it, and is now a very big, passionate voice for any and everything LGBTQ+ related.

Something that has always been there for Eva, that has always been a constant in her life, is music. She’s no singer herself, but she has a big interest in sound and the way it’s created, and is always up to speed with the current music scene. Her second constant is writing. Without a television in the Vega household when Eva was growing up, both reading and writing were definitely good pastimes, and Eva loved to get lost in her own imagination, filling notebook after notebook with her own, original creations. Naturally, a job where she could incorporate a little bit of both, music and writing, was right up her alley, and Eva worked her butt off at community college, with the end goal to go into music journalism.

Moving to New York after graduation was a big deal for her, not only because it was an expensive move, but because it meant leaving her family behind in Chicago. Though, her siblings were all a little older by that time, a little more self-sufficient, and thanks to the multiple part-time jobs she had worked over the years and all of the spare change she had accumulated, she was able to make it work, though only with the promise of a job at the other side. How Eva landed herself a position writing for Billboard Magazine, she’ll still never know. Then again, she has always been one of those people who can talk her way into getting what she wants, so maybe it shouldn’t have been too surprising, but still. Eva is grateful for the job she has been afforded every single day.

New York City was where Eva felt she could fully spread her wings. It was there that she fell further in love with the music scene, where she really got to make it on her own, and where she first experienced real, true love. Unfortunately, the situation wasn’t ideal, and the whole thing ended almost unfairly, but Eva definitely doesn’t regret it. The experience has, however, become a bit of a deterrent for her as far as romantic relationships go now; Eva is almost thirty, and while she won’t admit to it, she’s scared to let herself be vulnerable enough to actually share her life with someone else. She doesn’t feel she’s missing out, though, at least not for now.

For now, she has her thriving social life, her job, and her life in the big city to keep her occupied. Oh, and her notebooks, all brimming with original stories. Though, she doesn’t allow people to read them. For as confident as she may be, and as much as she doesn’t really care about other people’s opinions of her, she’s very guarded and private about the things she writes in her spare time. To be published some day would be amazing, but it’s almost like stage fright for her; she has the talent, she just can’t showcase it, so for now, her journalism quenches her thirst. She’s beginning to crave something more, though. Quietly, of course. And to herself – Eva Vega doesn’t like to put on anybody else, she never has. She’s the suffer in silence type; a true artist, if you will.

Pets: N/A. Relationships:

Riley Lynn — Roommate. Eva’s previous lease was up around the same time Riley was graduating and having to move out of the dorms. Eva put out an ad for a roommate, Riley saw it and answered it. They didn’t know each other super well before, it was more just a ‘right place, right time’ kind of deal, but it has worked out well for them.

Luciana Muñoz — Ex girlfriend. Eva and Luci met when Eva was dating Luci’s older sister, Alejandra. They dated for around six months, but when Eva and Luci begun to hit it off, Eva ended things with Alejandra. Eva and Luci then begun dating in secret, their relationship progressing pretty deeply. Because of Alejandra, though, neither ever dared to actually tell people about the two of them, so after over a year together, they decided to eventually call it quits. It ended pretty bitterly, mostly because neither really wanted it to be over, it just kind of had to be.

Hunter Clarington — Best friend. Hunter won’t admit to the fact that they’re best friends, but they totally are. They’ve known one another the whole time Eva has been in NYC, with Eva getting to be a bridesmaid at Hunter’s wedding. They’re complete opposites, and while Eva is very open with her affection, she understands that Hunter isn’t, but knows her well enough to know that she cares right back. They can definitely call each other out on their crap at this point without the other blowing up.

EXTRA INFO

[ This is for the masterlist, but also a fun little way to get to know your character! ]

Eva Vega/@evalasvega/description: I’m that big a deal, they feature my name in Billboard every single issue.

Five latest tweets:

@evalasvega: .@netflix I don’t know what the ending to that movie was but you can cancel my subscription. @evalasvega: .@netflix wait no don’t really cancel it, I would be so lost! @evalasvega: SOS there’s a literal other hamster coming out of one of my friend’s hamsters… This is either a real life Alien remake or I’m witnessing a labor. Someone send help. @evalasvega: Hamster update: IT HAD NINE. Mother and babies are all well. I need a joint. Midwifery is hard. @evalasvega: Finding $5 in my pants pocket and then realizing they’re not my pants is basically setting the tone for this whole week.

#accepted #acup: level up

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