#Aura Blue Raspberry Drink

[lucin-kun]

Finally finished this drawing!

Introducing the Twisted Critters! (4/8)

This is an au where the theme of the Smiling Critters were taken and twisted around to something different while still following said theme.

Information about them under cut

Dogday/Supernova: The anti-social one in the group. He is not a social person, often hates talking to strangers but not his friends. He is quiet for most of the time and you'll find him usually alone or hanging out with a few friends. Supernova is good at hiding his emotions aswell tho he can snap when it’s getting to much.

Asexual | He/Him

Scent: Spicy Pepper

Catnap/Moonbeam: The always tired and lazy one of the group. You either find him dozzed off under a shaded tree or drinking his 10th cup of Coffee, there is no inbetween. He is also quiet shy and only talks when he's getting asked to. He is also lazy, believe it or not. Often doesn’t bother to clean his house except when a friend comes over, so he often invites someone over when he needs to clean. Moonbeam carries a pillow around him at all times aswell, maybe because it’s a comfort item to him or he was to lazy to put it down? Who knows.

Nonbinary | He/They

Scent: Hibiscus

KickinChicken/Comet: The popular one of the group. He is a cocky asshole. His ego is so high up it’s probably higher then the highest mountain on earth. He also always cares about his beauty. Despite his personality, you will still find him hanging out with his friends. Why? He said they were "tolerated enough" to hang out with him. How nice.

Bisexual | He/She/They

Scent: Blue Raspberry

Bobby Bearhug/Sweetswirl: The Leader of this friend group. She is, like the name implies, very sweet and kindhearted. Tho that doesn’t mean she is not ready to throw hands when necessary. She always makes sure that everyone have fun in the group and are comfortable. She also always has a sweet smile on her face. I don’t think there is a day where she doesn’t smile like that. Her personality and overall aura makes it hard for others to say no most of the times. She takes her job as the leader of the group very serious.

Pansexual | She/Her

Scent: Strawberry Mint Candy

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Philia (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Lia by her friends and family

Age- 12 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- She's socially oriented, outgoing, charismatic, & personally gregarious. She finds it rather easy to jump from one social group to another. On the other hand, she can be quite emotionally immature at times- finding herself becoming quickly attached to almost anyone new she meets.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of friendship her other powers/abilities include limited photokinesis, limited aura manipulation, & friendship manipulation- the ability to create and manipulate bonds of friendship in people, beings, & animals.

Philia is the second oldest child of Pathos (god of emotion) and also another mortal to be elevated to godhood by apotheosis.

For as long as she can remember, she's been a part of the department of family & children services. Lia was given up as a newborn and has no knowledge of her birth parents. She's been shuffled from family to family- the hopes of becoming a permanent member of one seemingly out of reach. Lia would sometimes have major emotional outbursts whenever it was time to leave a family. When news came to her of finally becoming adopted, she quickly jumped at the chance! Lia describes hugging her father for the first time as "coming home."

She now lives with her family- her father & siblings Philautia (goddess of self love), Xenia (goddess of hospitality), and little brother Storge at their home in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus.

Lia's bedroom is covered in floor-to-ceiling wallpaper that has a pattern of bright blue, yellow, & green butterflies. There's also a reading nook, string lights, a trundle bed, and brightly painted dressers that's always decorated with vases filled with fresh flowers.

She loves whenever her dad has time to make breakfast- enjoying his fluffy buttermilk pancakes (which she drowns in honey), scrambled eggs (added with feta cheese & onions), bacon, and warm buttery tiropsomo. Lia's usual go-to breakfast is a bowl of Golly Grains cinnamon crunch cereal along with a cup of Earthly Harvest vanilla yogurt (topped with lemon jam).

Lia is a HUGE fan of scrapbooking. She has a small collection of scrapbooks in her closet with one of them being filled with pictures of previous foster families.

A go-to drink for her is the homemade hibiscus iced tea her father makes. She also likes berry mix juice, coconut water, lemonade, and cream soda. She also likes the rainbow milkshake from The Frozen Spoon as well as a small iced tea from The Roasted Bean.

Lia is a frequenter of a craft store in downtown New Olympus where she buys lanyard string by the bulk. She can do various designs with her favorite being using the lanyard string to make intricate friendship bracelets.

Her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the gourmet grilled cheese sandwich along with honey barbeque sweet potato chips.

Lia has a great relationship with her family. She appreciates the fact that her dad looks up how to do hairstyles (even if he fails at them). She thinks that her big sis Philautia is the most beautiful being she's ever seen & appreciates her passing down her knowledge and artistry of make-up. Her and Xenia often go to the library together & she's always showering Storge with kisses.

She loves snacking on roasted pumpkin seeds.

Lia will usually wear her hair in twist outs, ponytails, pigtails, and various braiding styles (done professionally at a salon). When doing her hair on her own she loves using the Glory's Crown twist elongating styling cream, the goddess strength edge control gel, & the ambrosia honey pomade.

A favorite frozen treat of hers is the berry mix sorbet (made with strawberries, blueberries, & raspberries). She always gets an olympian sized cup at The Frozen Spoon.

Lia is a pretty good academic student- particularly excelling in literature, biology, and Old Greek language class.

At school she doesn't belong to one social group. She effortlessly moves from one clique to another. Lia's especially cool with Deucalion, Achelois (goddess of the moon & comfort), and even the sixth graders E.B & Krysothemis (Kristy)- kids of Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest), who's a family friend. She's aware of the other godly students in school like Thespios (god of acting), Anaideia (goddess of ruthlessness, shamelessness, & unforgiveness), Dysis (goddess of the sunset), Calocagathia (Aggie) (goddess of nobility & goodness), Epidotes (god of purity), Pandia (goddess of the full moon), Telete (goddess of prayers), Pompe (goddess of rites), and Thrasos (god of boldness, insolence, recklessness, & courage).

Two of her most favorite desserts are her dad's flan and the red velvet muffins from Hollyhock's Bakery.

When she turns sixteen (the legal age of adulthood in Olympius) she'll be able to access the records about her birth parents.

In the pantheon Lia admires Thalia (muse of comedy); loves watching her videos on PanopTube, Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness); was estatic to learn that she'd be her mentor, Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest), Leto (Titaness of demurity & motherhood), and Kéfi (goddess of mirth).

It's no surprise that she's on the hunt for a new mother. Lia tagged along with her older sister in helping their father create a profile for a dating app.

She's also friends with the kids in a family of mortals who are the next door neighbors at the vacation home in Mykonos.

In her free time Lia enjoys doing lanyard, basketball, playing video games, listening to music (her faves being M9, Eurydice, & Summerstar), reading (her fave being comic books), jump rope, bike riding, roller skating, football (soccer), cooking, baking, drawing, and spending time with friends & family.

Her all time favorite meal is her dad's spanokopita-style baked mac n' cheese along with grilled chicken.

"Friends are the family you choose."

[hallow-moons]

A bit of a revamp of my LL MC, Aura.

She’s a shit eating hooligan

Other info

Zodiac sign is Pisces.

Her favorite Earth drink is Mountain Dew.

Favorite alcoholic drink is Jäegermeister or Svedka Blue Raspberry Vodka.

Her favorite video game aside from LL is Animal Crossing.

Favorite color is purple.

Things in her backpack include Advil, Imodium, her vape, a laser pointer, her phone, a hand full of assorted crystals, wallet, a sketchbook, and a pencil case full of pens and markers.

Her LI is Sage.

She once cried because she stepped on a snail.

Her favorite dessert is pumpkin pie and Boston cream doughnuts.

Her favorite coffee is vanilla cold brew with cream.

She constantly quotes memes and Sage, Felix, and Anisa have no idea what she's talking about.

Her favorite animal is owls.

Aura may be introverted but she is very much a "bruh girl" and is very extroverted when drunk or buzzed.

Her favorite flower is the red spider lily and wisteria.

She loves food and will 100% eat gross food on a dare.

[dandydogboy]

Hi, I'm sick at home so here is what I think all of my OCs (or most) would taste like if you bite into them ^^

💖 sonas

Prickle: Watermelon candy, mainly watermelon sour patch kids

Eli: cigarette smoke but also chocolate

Salem: Ube cake, they are literally the same color

Benjamin Beedles: uh, coffee

🌄 Sunstreak city

Parker: orange sherbet

Cynder: Strawberry

Pistol: uhh, strawberry banana I think

Dotty: Peaches, her last name is peaches, tho realistically she'd taste like gator

Cecil: idk, some sort of fruit salad I think

Dandelion: He probably tastes like skin. Tho, idk how many people did this but if you ever took a bite of a dandelion imagine that's what he tastes like.

Milk Tea: I imagine she tastes like strawberry milk tea but my gf said she probably tastes like butter flavored cotton candy, whatever that is

Mini Magica: Mango

Gumdrop: I feel like this one is obvious

Desmond: Probably chalk tbh, that texture too

Elliot: Something about him makes me think he'd taste like water

Bigtop: uhh, raspberries maybe, or a combination blackberry and raspberry

Saturn: banana

🐰 Rabbitville

Adah: fruit punch maybe

Aurora: gardenias, but the way they smell

Chloe: erm, blue raspberry snow cone

Cream: coffee, but like with a lot of sweetener and milk in it

Lola: dum dums dragon fruit lollipop

Lucy: uh.. mushroom maybe

Molly: hamburger or like, some tasty vanilla and chocolate thing, like marble cake

Starshine: cinnamon roll, cream cheese icing

Sugar: brown sugar

Squidge: Monster energy but if you took all the flavors and mixed them together so you're basically drinking battery acid

Penelope: chocolate chip cookie, but like double chocolate so the cookie is chocolate as well

Peanut: cotton candy

Miles: Animal cracker

Maxwell: Idk, old yogurt?

Latte: um.. a latte

Io: Fruit gummy but like.. cold. Iced fruit gummy

Inu: pineapple maybe? Pineapple cracker

Inky: Rocks, or the way pen ink smells. Or Hot Topic ig

Honey: ik what you're probably thinking "ah she tastes like honey bc that's her name" NO she tastes like bees

Finley: Either button mushroom or fresh basil

Eleanor: grape fanta

Daisy: cream filled donut but there's so much cream that it's all you can really taste

Courtney: pomegranate

Anthony: fish sticks. Fried fish sticks

James: orange peel probably

Owen: felt. He's not made of felt I just think he'd taste like it

Wesley: lavender

Arachnid: roses I think

Clue: blueberries, but the sour ones

Jupiter: idk smth nasty

Daredevil: spicy candy, like cinnamon candies

Nightstar: uh Ireland

🐦‍⬛ Ravendale

Zapp: Batteries

Toodles: Probably balloons

Peony: metal, they aren't made of metal, I just think they'd taste like it

Mel: caramel or graham cracker

Maxxie: glowstick fluid and mint

Jester: clown makeup and licorice

Cozii: peanut butter and chocolate

Clementine: pine tree or fudge

Bonk: peanuts

🪽 Afterlife

Cryptid: Charcoal

Spinach: spinach, artichoke, maybe together

Creation: Croissant

Demetri: cherry candy

Brandi: Alcohol, non specific

Aura: idk but her eyes remind me of sweet potato

Edmund: Glitter/neg

Theseus: paper

Locket: meringue

Nova: lilac, the color, and stars

Viper: snake.

Roulette: pennies

Renn: butter

Sariel: butter again

Yeshua: paprika

Misc

Bubblegum: bubblegum

Cherpie: froot loops

Hopscotch: those stupid little hard fruit candies that I don't understand how anyone likes them

Indigo: Squid ink

Jeremy: the moon

Kiwi: weed. Probably kiwis too

Mochi: oreo

Sandy: gingerbread

Sunny: honey :3

Okay. That's all I'm doing, I still have more OCs but eh

[theblasianwitch]

The Drinks/Potions I have so far using Video Game Logic:

Red drinks: for health or energy in some way

“Fizzy Tea”: strawberries and orange peel in a pot of water, bring to a boil and add your favorite berry tea (mixed berry, raspberry, and even blueberry tea still produced a reddish color) for added bonus add green tea or a citrus tea for the healing effect. Once everything is boiled together strain out the teas, strawberry and orange peels, add sugar to taste and let it cool before putting into your desired container. Top off with a lemon lime soda like Sprite, Sierra Mist or 7Up which can help with digestion and stomach issues. The soda is optional, it can just be a berry iced tea

“Heart Flower Tea”: boil together sorrel and rose tea with a bit of ginger, sweeten to taste. Drink warm or cool. This drink aids with blood pressure, menstrual pain, and chest pains. I call it “heart flower” because sorrel and rose are both typically used in love potions/spells

White drinks: for status effect healing and purification in some way

“Apple Cream”: I used Twinings Winter Spice tea as a base, which is an apple tea with chai tea seasonings and topped with a sweet creamer. Apple is a natural healer, chai tea helps renew energy, cream is a nurturing component and helps soothe nerves.

Purple drinks: for physical and spiritual health

“Aura Tea”: jasmine and rose tea to a boil, sweetened with agave (agave is what I mixed in and made the drink turn dark blue or purple)

Orange drinks: full heal and energy

“Carib Dream Smoothie”: blend together mangoes, strawberries, bananas, and a guava juice. Add cinnamon, paprika, mint and nutmeg as desired with sugar. Mangoes help with digestive but also spiritual connections; strawberries are natural antioxidants and probiotic and also help with any issues relating to love; bananas aid digestion and muscle development and help relieve cramps and apparently also help boost fertility; guava is a personal association for me and my family but haven’t found any other correspondence for it, for me guava helps nurture and heal from childhood things. Cinnamon and paprika is used in some Latin American countries with mangoes and it does work, it’s delicious. Cinnamon has correspondences to health, protection, love, happiness and fertility. Mint has correspondences to peace, protection, happiness, and again fertility. Nutmeg has correspondences to health, love, and luck, and also aids with nausea should you have any.

A lot of the other drinks I’ve had either don’t color match to the intention or didn’t taste very good to me, but should you want them just let me know. Also I’m a lightweight and broke so alcohol is pretty rare in my house. Sorry

✨💛 The Blasian Witch 💛✨

[gojology]

Ringpops.

back to homepage pairing : gojo x gender neutral reader warnings : cursing, fluff. wordcount : 1688 a/n : i am so sorry for posting this late LOL, i’ve had a splitting headache all day and on top of that i had to make a buncha visually appealing aesthetic stuff for this so my poor brain is fried. welcome all new followers :) also this was rushed as usual... haha ████████████████  100% Complete. Enjoy your game.

    Valentines Day with Gojo was usually chaotic, but you didn’t blame him, it was apart of his personality after all.      He didn’t take you to any particular establishment, really. You were curled up in your bed, exhausted from a long day of baking goods, watching sappy love movies, and overall shenanigans. You didn’t particularly mind this though, a soft lazy breeze preventing you from overheating, you sigh in relief. It’s like the weather knew exactly what you needed for a relaxing evening.      Although, today seemed rather unusual. For the many years that you’ve dated Satoru, he never, ever dressed up. Usually he rolled out of bed, naked. A pair of grey sweatpants replaced what was usually his uniform pants. Just enough for you to see the start of his happy trail, in other words, a fruitful attempt of teasing you.      He knew that he was attractive, and you didn’t mind fueling his ego. A toned body, almost like he had been specially picked by some divine being and gifted with society’s standards. But he had actually picked out an outfit for this particular Valentines Day, which you admitted was nice, but you also didn’t mind licking your lips at such a delicious physique.       On the rare occasions that he picked out outfits, it wouldn’t be visually appealing, the guy only wore his work uniform or a casual t-shirt and a pair of shorts, or sweatpants.     Yet, today? Weirdly different.       Clad in a dark blue cashmere crewneck sweater paired with black jeans, he nervously picked at the clothing, fidgeting. You guessed he had gotten some fashion advice from one of his friends, as you also realized it was... Somewhat trendy. Chains dangling from his neck, a few from his pants as well, a designer belt... You had wondered who it was that was so gracious enough to make him hotter then he already was.     The air of his usual carefree personality was gone, which was one of your favorite parts about him, and he had insisted this morning to take you to an actual diner, which you rejected.       As soon as you turned your back to grab some more sugar, he pulled you back, hand on your shoulder. A determined look on his face that you could see even through his circular shades, clearing his throat.      “Hey- just to be sure, pumpkin... You’re not denying because you think I’m poor or some shit like that, right? I’m financially stable as all hell, and I’ll buy you anything you set your eyes on, seriously. I need to spoil you sometimes, okay?”      He spoke with a tone of nervousness, and you cocked your head to look at him, eyebrow slightly raised.      “What’s with you today, babe? You never do this sorta shit.”       Seemingly taken aback, he looked at you for a few seconds, unblinking. Wondering if it went one ear out the other, you’re about to repeat yourself before he shoves a hand on your mouth.       “I just wanna try something new, that’s all. Carry on, sweets. Need more M&M’s? I can drive to the store and get them..” kissing your exposed neck a few times, suckling at the flesh, he snickered as you gasped, and that was the end of that. ‧₊˚✩彡.     The thought never completely disappeared from your mind, instead it ran rampant. You were curious, after all. Why would perhaps the chillest and funniest guy you knew, be so scared and nerve-wrecked?      “Hey, hey~!” you hear a familiar voice ring out, and you pick up your head from his pillow that you were laying on, adjusting your eyes so you could drink in his beauty fully. He wasn’t completely in the room, his head was poking out of the door just barely.     “Finally, what were you doing? Took you a few years to come home.” casually getting up from your previous position, you hug your pillow, patiently waiting for his next sentence.      “Ah... Uh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” he shuffled closer into the room, but he never quite came into view, the atmosphere of awkwardness was growing.      Rolling your eyes, you giggle, desperate to have the mood be carefree yet again. “You suck at hiding shit, come on, lemme see, what’d you get me?”       “It was supposed to be a surprise!” he said, exasperated, but he does it anyways.       A beautiful scent of roses wafted throughout the room, a trail of spare rose petals danced down as he strode over to the bed, a playful grin on his lips. You cover your mouth with your hands, squealing.      “Satoru! These are so pretty!” you ecstatically grab at the bouquet, the crinkling of the plastic music to your ears. You sniffed at the roses, pleasantly surprised at just how sweet they smelled. Vibrant hues of pinks and reds, small and large, a loose ribbon holding the bouquet together. Your smile is so wide, you struggle to hide it.      “Glad you like them, honey.” he grinned, taking his shades off and placing them on his nightstand. “Hold on tight, more to come, love.”      He takes a quick jog to the hallway leading to you two’s room, quickly getting out of view. Coming back just 20 seconds later, a teddybear half the size of him now limp in his hands, another ribbon around the teddybear’s neck.      “For you, my sweet.” he sings, setting the plush down onto the covers. You look at the teddybear, staring at you with beady eyes, and back up at Gojo.      “But babe, you’re my teddybear.” you cooed, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him.      You see his facial features soften, before he immediately plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead, “Wouldn’t hurt to have another one, would it?”       You nod your head in agreement.       The chill aura seemed to vanish into thin air as soon as you nod, the silence was almost deafening. He stared at you, and you stared back, you hear your heart steadily pound in your chest. Usually he would make some sort of joke right now and then, but he seemed unusually serious, to the point where you’d be concerned.       “You’ve been acting weird all day, are you okay?-” you ask, but you’re immediately cut off. Gojo gets on one knee, and your heart races and you swear you see the light, playing with the hem of his jean pockets before pulling some sort of wrapper out.      A wrapper?      It’s a Ringpop, two flavors. Blue raspberry and watermelon, he hastily places the blue raspberry one into his pocket again, cursing as he struggled to do so, before finally repositioning.      “Will you marry me, (Y/N)?”      It takes a moment to register into your brain, for one, he was proposing with a Ringpop, but you guess that’s like him, his love of candy was absurd- but a Ringpop of all things?      You feel your face fall, and you hope he doesn’t realize. The thought was good, but it felt strangely.. Tacky, in some ways. Nonetheless, your heart is still pounding rapidly inside of you, and you’re sweating bullets now. Skin burning to the touch, you look at him, heavily breathing.      “Yes, oh my God, yes.” is all you can breathe out.       His solemn face was now beaming, eyes bright and twinkling. He seems to scoff, like he doesn’t quite believe that you said yes to such a request, but he doesn’t want to give it another thought.        Immediately diving headfirst into your face, your lips touch, and even though you had kissed him about a thousand times today, you still returned just as much passion. You felt like your whole body was about to give out, wobbling as he placed the Ringpop onto the covers.       Forgotten, it sat idly, but you didn’t care, and nor did Gojo. Hand now at the back of your neck, the other on your hip, the sound of sloppy kisses filled the otherwise calm room. They were strangely chaste, nothing sexual about them, yet they felt so fulfilling you wonder how he does it. He was unusually good at kissing, but you don’t want to tell him that- the egotistical bastard.      He pulls away from the kiss, and you whine, pulling at the collar of his sweater to come back- to please you- but he pays no mind to you. Instead, he rips open the wrapper, throwing it to the ground, pulling up your limp arm.      With a confident toothy smile on his face, he slipped the translucent pink plastic ring onto your left middle finger.      “That’s my middle.” you say, struggling to stifle your giggle. Who cared about getting a Ringpop? It was the thought that counted, right?      You still felt horrible, for whatever reason.       “I know that.” he doesn’t say it directly to your face, instead shuffling in his pockets once more, before he whips out what looks like a black cube. This time, you recognize an expensive label on it, a miniature velvety black box.       “I just.. Wanted to make sure you were committed, and that you didn’t want me for my money or some bullshit like that.” he grinned, opening the box, he doesn’t give you a moment to eye it, instead plucking it out and slipping it onto your ring finger.      Only then could you look at it, and you cover your mouth once more, tears beginning to form at the corner of your eyes. It was beautiful, truly, and you couldn’t explain it’s beauty with words. Glimmering diamonds, alongside a beautiful silvery frame- it was perfect.      “...Do you like it?” he asks, once again an air of nervousness.      Unable to speak, you hug him instead, now full on bawling. He laughs, rubbing your back, giving you another neck kiss.      “Holy shit, you’re so cute, pumpkin. Or should I say, soon to be spouse?” he cooed.     “Shut up.” you say, still sniffling, snot running down your nose.       He chuckles dryly once again, wiping your tears away with his thumb.      “If you’re not gonna eat that Ringpop, can I?”       “Zip it, can’t you see I’m crying, dummy?” you respond, still ugly crying. It was the best Valentines day you had ever experienced, and nothing could quite conquer it.          

[matchamorphosis]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 || you and Andy go on a trip to Greece for your birthday and discover the love you have for one another.

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 || fluffy fluff

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 || andy barber × black[birthday girl]!reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 || 5.2K

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 || jealousy, some rom com cliches, divorced!andy, i used like six different dividers to match with the storyline so very sorry if that’s unusual to you!

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 || past lives by bornes. mariposa by the peach rascals. apricot princess by rex orange country. out like a light by the honey sticks & ricky montgomery

𝒘. 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 || this is a birthday gift for @areyoustchewpid!!!! happy birthday ingrid!!! everyone go wish the birthday girl the best for her special day! 💗 I hope this fic fulfills your dreams of Greece with lawyer daddy and i hope you cherubs enjoy reading this <33

 + p.s || do not repost, republish or plagiarize my work on any other fanfic platform such as: wattpad, ao3, tumblr, etc or steal my work all together. do so and i will rip your spine from your scumy asshole and shove it down your talentless throat. ♡♡♡  

THE GOLDEN FLICKER OF PALE PINK CANDLES CREATE A HOLY CHASTE HUE AGAINST BASHFUL SMILE BRIGHTENING YOUR FACE.

an event that you’ve been expecting all day yet while a firm chestnut table sits underneath your crossed legs cools as a sweetpea and seasalt ocean breeze blows into the dining room your expectations have somewhat been granted and changed. where only a three layer chocolate cake sits between you and Andy, both your lovestruck eyes never leaving each other despite the comet rippling starry sky glimmering from the white paneled windows.

everything is all sparkling, soft pink and golden at this moment.

from the rosy dawned blush that grazes against Andy’s cheeks to the blushy tone of your sundress and beating heart. candles sparkling to life as you and him in the very moment, wax melting in rosy dewdrops just like the fear of allowing these caged emotions to fly free. now they seemed to have been unrestrained by the gold bars of worry, aversion, and self committed rejection.

simple cursive writing made of periwinkle icing contrasts against the dark fudge confection this dearest friend of yours created. this friend who might have been something more in a life way beyond this year and century but as your heart beats in a melody casted by the Muses themselves it pirouettes with the cupid bow lights dancing in Andy’s pools of hopeless paradise. it’s all enough for you to lace your fingers with his-which you do- and wish for something else to spread against your lips besides the cake you both will cut in a minute after you blow your candles.

the words below your cupid struck glance read Happy Birthday Y/n in the divine candlelight, a squeeze of his hand only encourages the rapid pace of your heart to jump and for you to swallow your hesitance. a very same feeling floods Andy’s insides but for the past minutes just sitting directly on the table, lighting your candles and enjoying the meteor shower, he hasn’t kept his promise to himself.

a promise he made for himself since the beginning of today when he discovered how his palms sweat when you neared him and how his heart warmed when you spoke his name and how his soul just sang a different song when you took his hand.

he should say something now, he should tell you how much you mean to him in this different roseate light. maybe you’ll say the same words back and maybe with the rush of the rose glasses besides you both one thing may lead to another but what comes out of his mouth makes him bite his tongue. “I hate to break it to you but wax is getting on the cake,”

those words snap you out of your amour aura, eyes fluttering for a second and smiling afterwards when you see Andy fidgeting with the crystal glass in his large hands. cheeks reddening like ripe strawberries glowing in the warmth of spring, it radiates the space between you both and with an almost whisper to your name he has your hands in his soft palms. “what do you wish for y/n?”

the question makes you swallow the raspberry rose laced lump in your throat. the love potion for an innocent drink still glistens in your glass that rests beside your body but it would spill if you would do the simple action your heart has been caressing your mind to just pull his collar down to smash his lips against yours.

to feel the tender roughness of his bearded cheeks in your palms and his lips molded along with yours in a kiss that would put all sculptured lovers to shame. it’s making you sink and float at the same time but the sparking second that Andy leans down you oblige.

“i’m sorry for not realizing it all those years,” it makes your brows scrunch in slight confusion at the confusion, his cool apricot breath wafting and twinning with your airy exhale when his nose grazes against yours. the heat of the candles underneath your close faces, you raise your hand to cup his face.

“realizing what?” its then did the breath escape your lungs and your heart to stop beating.

seeing her open her eyes the very morning brought a different comfort than to watch her sleep- it was a normal thing to wake up but to experience her lashes fluttering to life to reveal the life in her sun speckled eyes was something for Andy. she rolled over, burying her face in the crispness of white sheets with a lazy grin.

through the honeycomb glass of the white portiéres of the hotel room, the soft sunshine of the province morning streams in and lights the bedchamber. the melodic sound of birdsong and light chatter slowly rouses her awake. Andy is seated in front of the swan feathered colored vanity, combing his hair and keeping the time on track on his watch.

the man had loads planned for you both today, a day planned for you both to be bone tired at the end but still reflecting on the memories and experiences once you laid your head to rest to sleep when it was over. the tapping rhythm of his polished tar black dress shoes fills the room, making you part open your eyelids to see who’s disrupting your peaceful second slumber.

“morning sleeping beauty, happy birthday,” he almost sing-songs, a slight whistle in his voice completely overtaking any fiber of drowsy and sleep riddance that enveloped your mind and body.

“morning Andy and thank you,” you grin with your porcelain smile, stretching your arms while simultaneously lifting your sunkissed legs. arching your back in a firm crane, yearning a deep yawn from you as you savour the sunshine on your ankles and naked shoulders.

“so I have a few things planned today but I thought it would be best to eat breakfast out at the cafe we talked about instead of ordering room service. what do you think?” his eyes focused on you in the mirror and you have no choice but to glance back with your remark weighing on your tongue.

so after a smile that was more than enough to let your childhood friend know that you were along with him for the ride you found yourself ready for your special day. a slightly puffed sleeve and flowy mint green sundress adorns your bodice softly, making you radiant in the morning sun that appears to be a glowing lemon slice across the cloudless skies.

arms securely wrap around Andy’s waist as he guides the scooter the same color of the sparkling sea and reflecting powdered blue vault above. hanging on to him as he brings you both to the tiny yet timeless cafe near the roaring pier of crashing waves and ancient cobblestone streets. the bouquet of large sunflowers that were tenderly hugged tightly between both your bodies are now free in your hold. their sunshine yellow petals sway in the morning breeze and take in the virtuous sunshine that rains in golden streaks on this magical day.

taking your seat near one of the outdoor tables, shaded by the umbrella the same color as the satin banner you both order your first meal as the waiter set your beginning entry of cheese, grapes, croissants and wine on a pine wood board in between you two. street cars come and go, along with passing people looking for special sites of eternal Athens Greece. the ocean bringing a calm sea mist breeze that only adds onto the refreshing and ecstatic tangibility seizing your atoms yet as you both talk about the plans you have for today.

although the words of the waiter coming to refill your tall glasses breaks both an uncontrollable smile and laugh between you both. “couples get a discount,” he spoke and you both had a dime for when you both were mistaken for a couple you’d be swimming in a sea as large as the one that captures your irises and heart.

with his confusion Andy quickly nods along, “yes we’d take that discount thank you,” and the waiter smiles back as he steps away after filling your glasses and informing you about your meal which you both thank back.

“Andy I thought we weren’t gonna take advantage of discounts by pretending we’re a couple anymore,” you broke with a raised brow and Andy only rolled his eyes in any way that wouldn’t ever be taken seriously by anyone despite his job disposition.

“awe come on y/n let's relive old times! do you wanna pay full price when we’ve been doing this for years?” Andy looked at you through a playful demeanor that you only recognize when he’s concocting and getting away with something as seemingly harmless as this.

“i’m not really fond of the backlash when it backfires on us in the end,” you speak as you bite into a butter croissant, the rich pastry practically melting on your tongue. “also you’re making us sound like some sort of Bonnie and Clyde duo. doesn’t look good with that attorney license of yours Barber,” you laugh as you return the same eye roll back as you sit up with your glass in hand.

“remember when I booked us a reservation at that restaurant when we were in college and I freaked out over the bill? I ‘proposed’ to you and once everyone cooed and congratulated us we got our bill cut in half-”

“and I nearly kicked your ass afterwards, yeah Andy my foot is remembering the loss,” you intervene which makes Andy shake with loud laughter enough to make all the other pairs -real couples instead of you sly imposters- stop from their conversations to glance at you two breaking into hysterics whilst eating green grapes and sipping on white wine.

“to be fair we were broke college students! money was tight as hell back then but I didn’t see you complain when I got on my knees and put a ring on your finger. I thought the rhinestone looked very good with your dress that night,” popping a grape in his mouth with a humorous smirk etched on his lips.

“i’m sure you were looking forward to saying that when you gave me a kinder surprise from a candy machine.” rolling your eyes as you bite into another golden croissant, pairing it along with a nibble of creamy cheese that taste heavenly on your tongue.

“alright you can hold that against me I still deserve it,” Andy still remembers the other students in his seminar congratulating him and some who didn’t know about his engagement and divorce to Laurie still believe he’s engaged to you. it was funny and seems like something straight out of the cheesy rom coms he and you used to binge together as bored high schoolers.

that you and him used to scoff and egg on the oblivious main protagonists to just kiss and push away the denial to just be together but amongst all these couples in the morning light at this café it’s you two reliving your movie annoyances. it was hilarious and unfortunately ironic but Andy Barber didn’t see anything or comprehend the knot in your stomach when you took his hand and said something he couldn’t quite hear.

all he was paying attention to in the slow-motion picturesque of your gleaming smile, the sparkle in your deep lashy eyes and how your lips moved so theatrically as you spoke his name.

Andy, Andy, Andy

eyes glossing over in wonder, it was possibly the prettiest thing he’s seen and he’d wish to hear you say his name one more time. heart yearning to just catch your lips movement yet as his mind wedges himself back into reality he finally catches what you’ve been saying.

“Andy our food is here,” you said as the waiter came with your large glass plates of oven baked pizzas. the comforting rich smell of toasted cherry tomatoes, mozzarella cheese and freshly baked dough fill his nostrils. it's enough to cover the lush sweetness of your Dior perfume he loved taking a whiff of when you'd lean over the table to sneakily reach for his grapes and croissants.

“um, yeah thanks for the heads up,” he spoke in almost a broken sense of charisma compared to his boyish behavior minutes ago but it’s just now that’s Andy denying the feeling-

the seed of amorous that had been planted in his heart a long ago that’s beginning to sprout now.

after roaming the creaky wooden piers with the sunshine twining divinely against your hair and every inch of revealed baby soft skin. a clementine in his hands and an apricot in yours, feeding the peels to the doves that rest besides the ancient stools as Andy give hands you cardinal slice after citrusy cardinal slice.

dangling both your legs over the docks and enjoying the way the rippling waves brushed against your curling toes. sweet orange and apricot filling your mouths like the sun spreading its orange and blush provenance across the aqua waters. lonely fingers fondle with your citrus fruits that you bought with wo shiny coins from a passing vender in a straw sunhat.

savoring the ocean blue and the sunny sky revealing the cotton white clouds that dot like dollops of whipping cream upon it. the sea breeze dancing with strand hairs, the topic of a greenhouse visit sparks and a sense of adventure rushes though bloodstream. within a matter of seconds you both race to hop back on the forget-me-not scooter.

inciting a school children challenge on who’s going to get there first and with the swiftness of putting your sandals back on and running against the mossy and dandelion cracked cobblestone had you seated on the bike. “I win,” you grin and of course Andy just gives you a fauxly hurt demeanor.

“you cheated,” you only hum back at his petty exchange, playing along for his sentiment until he sighs in his defeat. with the engine starting off you and him race to the glass palace that is the greenhouse.

a golden rimmed and sea mist colored empire, it stood out to you when touring the tiny city of colorful roof houses and marketplaces. mossy vines and leafy thorned shrubbery beautifully frame the interior pillars as rich golden sunlight fill in the glassy castle. cement molds create the railing for the lily pad and swan lotuses of the man made ponds. an occasional jasmine frog leaps from pad to pad as the milky pink and yellow koi’s swim about in the shadowy water.

exotic trees and wild plants bunch throughout the establishment, creating shade against the Apollo’s heavy rays as Andy lifts his head to marvel these large and tall works of Artemis. of course, with your polaroid camera you found in the rummage of your closet (that you haven't used since senior year of college) in a tight hold. wandering feet walk through the limestone pavement of the greenhouse, a sunflower in your hair that brightens the deep greens succulents and rich browns tree bark.

the vines of soft pink and purple flowers dangling from the glassy dome roof fall their baby pink petals as a breeze presents itself. some already settling in the brown tawny of Andy's hair, not far behind you smile at your face glossed in wonderstruck marvel. wide honey brown pools trail up the ten foot marble and ivory statue, reflecting in serenity cosmoses from the rainbows that spread from the crystal glass.

a sense of desire takes ahold of you as your slowed hands lift to trace your dark fingertips through the crinkle wrinkle of a marble maidens skirt. such detail and intricate design of the craftsman long ago must’ve took years to perfect, the cloth falling seamlessly upon the maidens body as her body crouches to run your clay hand again at the pond water. lifting your camera to your eyes, snapping your desired pictures that are set to capture all the whimsical aspects and elements that take your breath away.

Andy dares to draw near, it wasn’t like he hasn’t stood close to you at all- he might be making it hard on himself by overthinking ever move and step but you call out his name and his heart paces.

“yes y/n,” making his way to where you sit near a pond, you don’t say anything as you wrap the strap for the camera around your neck. fixing up your dress from any wrinkles from scrunching the hem up when dipping your feet in the sea earlier. checking your hair and make up in your hand mirror that you retrieved from your designer purse. an arched brow raises up at you, which you only respond by rolling your eyes and hand him the camera as you smile at yourself in the reflection of the ponds water.

“can you take a picture of me?” as you reapply another layer of gloss on your lips, the fishes swirling in the water to jump to the service to witness the beautiful nymph who have graced their pond themselves.

cupid bows perk at the fish and blow them kisses, your hands grab at a floating lotus before grasping the tender water blossom. putting it in the raven coils that delicately frame your face, damn it y/n.

it was as if you were torturing him with those mascara bambi eyes and glossy primrose lips, it makes his insides buzz and flutter like the malachite dragonfly that passes here and there.

“you telling me you want a picture or did you already decide for me yourself?” you only smack his chest with the camera once again.

“are you going to take the picture or not Barber? did you loose some of your magic with all that lawyer jumbo clouding your head or did you take those freshman photography lessons seriously?”

Andy rolls his eyes and takes the camera from you with a chuckle, “actually i’m still capable of using a camera y/l/n, god you’re making me feel old. go model for me,” you just laugh and run across to the other side of the pond.

soft skin from your legs revealed from the way your sundress lifts bends against your chest. head resting upon your knees while your arms wrap around them, the sunflower in your gasps and the lotus behind your ear. at this moment as the seconds turn into minutes Andy should be taking pictures, his eyes are looking through the lens as his index finger rests on the button.

with as much as single press he captures the greenhouse nymph but what good would a single picture do to capture every gift and grace you bestowed in the offering of your charm, beauty and heart?

it makes Andy's heart race, your eyes dashing from the godly statues that surround you to the camera. sweet music plays in deep cherry wood cellos and willow carved violins and even with the buzzing dragonfly it seems it found its favorite flower at the tip of your nose.

you certainly are the creation and waking of spring flowers and lovesick tales that took his heart then and its still yours now.

that single snapshot was all he could think about you two drove down south to the coast. searching back the drunk nights before where you and him ran into a little covelete whilst drinking goblet after goblet in the forest of olive and grape vine trees. it was a long ride but nothing suited the wait better than the man on the radio singing with his strung trichordo.

the hands that grip Andy's shoulder slide down to wrap your arms around him tightly when the minutes pass and the forest of green olives and sangiovese grapes. parking the scooter near the shrubbery of some innocent bush you and him look for the wine stash the both of you left in the abandoned cavern of an ancient olive tree. Andy grinning as he grabbed the expansive bottle and before you know it you both head to the hidden beach.

Andy didn't plan to actually go swimming, just settle the gingham blanket upon the finely grain sand and open the picnic you both prepared. and he also didn't prepare himself for the rosy blush to dawn his face when your almond nails grip the hem of your sundress to lift it up and over your head. revealing your matching bathing suit underneath its quick that you throw him a wink and race to the nearby grassy cliff.

"see you soon Barber!" you yell and as Andy gets up from the blanket to understand what you mean by that its too late. the summer air is filled with your laughter and sky rippling cheer as you jump off the cliff and dive into the cloud blue water. the splash nonexistent from your perfect swoop.

if only he had the polaroid on him to capture the way your smile gleamed brighter than the sun reflecting off the sparkling water the the way your eyes cutely scrunched like sand dollars under the warmth of golden sand.

the silver green of the olive trees emphasize the richness of your skin. the rich skin he couldn't keep his sapphires off as you laugh your choir laugh that would make Apollo cease his chariot to listen to the siren of Olympus once more. dancing in the turquoise waves of the coast, they crash against your soft mounds, curves, and dips of sun glistening hips and waist.

how could he have been so blind?

rage and anguish slosh around in his mind that pour melancholic rain onto his heart, you were there for him through thick and thin. a friend he believed but how could he have buried that yearn and longing for you all those years?

it's almost criminal to the highest degree and he'd know his side of the justice system but how could that distract him from you? his head was far too buried in those lawbooks to realize, too oblivious to his emotions when you'd date and hang around other people that weren't him. looking far into the looking glass hoping that his work would pay off in the future, meeting another woman and putting a ring on her finger.

now here he is, a divorced man but a still very much happy man. lonely at times with his only child in the custody of his ex wife but still very happy with the comfort and support of you. it was you who helped him from the tears at night and it was you who he wasn't scared to open up to. even the past few months he didn't realize it but now as you call his name to get in the water he doesn't hesitate to pull his shirt over his head and take his shoes and socks off.

joining you in the water in a mater of a few heartbeats, it was as if you were a sea spirit calling for him and even if you weren't he's happily obliging when the small waves collide against his skin. both your laughs rippling the ocean in this small ocean paradise, swimming in the richness of the present never would have guessing that throughout all these years you be here.

the salt water on your skin has dried as you and Andy walk side by side, your shoes rubbing against the gravel of the cobblestone paths as both you peer at the vendors and food stands arranging from rainbow scaled fish, fresh sesame seed breads, farm produced milks and cheeses, and vibrate fruits and vegetables. hands twined together in a firm hold, unfathomable excitement practically radiating off of you while you chat and giggle with Andy.

the topic of the conversation changing every few minutes when you find a stand that grabs your attention. curious eyes and wandering hands look over organic produce and homemade goods the people had to offer. the golden clutch of your purse being opened multiple times and Andy's mouth being stuffed with jam, cheese and fruit samples on the account of you. as you did you shopping he did as well, the ingredients for a sweet treat he had planned for you later on tonight are in a brown paper bag amongst your purchases.

of course he had to carry them all, not in obligation but because he didn’t want you to worry about shopping too much when you’re in the midst of enjoying your vacation. by all means he certainly wasn’t complaining, if anything he liked having you giddy and bursting with energy. practically dragging him from stand to stand and carrying your bags filled with stuff that you’d bring back home and try.

the village square where the marketplace takes place is tinted in an ambrosial hue, the sun now a glowing slice of grapefruit against the peachy pink carnation sky. lavender clouds that seem so close to grasp tower above you both yet they don't prevent the suns glow from capturing the beautiful soft planes of your face.

luscious and softer than the bouquet of sunflower carnations he surprised you with as you looked at the variety of sunhat options. one that you just purchased rests floppily against your temple but still doing its job at keeping you shaded from the suns glare. wrapped in a silky green bow, Andy smiles at how huge it is but it just makes you look divine and adorable in your sundress.

holding his hand tighter before tracing them up his forearm to softly grasp his bicep, it you who's leaning against him and pulling him close to you. the feeling of your body alongside his is warmer then any sunshine that seeps into his skin and lovelier than any of the flowers the market had to offer.

it’s hard to give you one excellent gift to give back all those years of commitment and loyalty and friendship but the way your lips spread in that enchanting smile it’s enough to make Andy know -despite the both of you not saying it- that you feel the same way to.

the bouquet in both your holds lifting up every once in a while for Andy to smell and for you to admire as you walk away from the noisy market. a little behind the village were the spring green of the countryside clashes within the stone brick city is a valley of flower arbors and hedge mazes. it was the last pitstop Andy the bags in both your hands settle down against the safety shadow of a maple trees shade and with a little laugh and an excited squeal he run to the flower arbors.

green rows of soft shrubbery dotted and laced in colorful blossoms stand in multiple rows upon rows look over of petunias and carnations. small apple and lemon trees in potted beds line up within the flowery hedges and no matter where you look it’s only the divination of spring and the gifts it bestows the Earth with. wooden picnic basket that was once used from your beach picnic is now empty but it’s quickly filling with the sweet smelling beauties of the flowers and fruits and you pluck.

Andy not fair behind you captures your wondering body in the still frame pictures of your polaroid camera. the pictures emerging quickly afterwards, he’s quick to fab them off and place them in your small picture album. turning your head over your shoulder your caught with Andy having the perfect opportunity to snap a picture that would be a bedtime story to tell with a child of his and yours.

it’s perfect and breathtaking, no matter the feeling of his heart thumping in its lingering hesitance you were the star that’s still continues to shine despite being out in broad daylight. it pulled at his heart strings because he knew what this feeling was, this feeling that he been avoiding to come to terms with all day but why was he so terrified?

the fear of rejection wouldn’t burst his heart but it would remind him that he was alone. a man like him wasn’t born to walk this Earth, wake to the sun and sleep with moon alone. the very presence of you besides him made him feel all the things besides lonely and bare to the universes cruelness at times. but maybe you felt the same way about him.

he only had one way to find out and he was set on keeping it, whatever sea he had to cross, valley he had to travel to and the plummeting ends to the Earth he will pronounce his love.

snapping another picture of you, you smile in it and with that he smiles to.

"realize what Andy?" you press on but in the rosy candle light his lips pressed against yours seems to be the only answer he can bring himself to conclude.

it's takes the breath out of your lungs and makes your heart blush and burn deeper and hotter than the tiny flames that decorate the cake. the roughness of his bottom lip that have been occasionally bitten the past minutes of dancing around your feelings. the nerve of you both to push aside your feelings for each other because the fear of breaking each others hearts.

if only your past selves could see you now, shedding your hearts and allowing the key to them to finally open the gates of vulnerability and yearn. the passionate lovesick mess tastes delicious against your mouths and you both could get drunk off it instead of the rose. sweet and inching for more as your lips part to graze against each other, but in order to seal the prophecy of established lovers Andy pulls away.

"that i'm in love with you. that i've always been in love with you. it's been years and i'm sorry for just realizing it now but I need to know if you feel the same way. please tell me now, please," he whispers against your lips.

now its your turn for our heart to skip beats and take in each and everyone of his words. fluttering eyes drowning in his copper blues, you open your mouth to say something but nothing but a soundless nothing comes out. all these years your love for Andy has been buried deep within you and you've tried your best to hide that seed. to plow in new seeds because what use was that seed if it never flourished when he'd feel the same way.

you don't realize until you feel the tear dripping down your cheek, he wipes it with his thumb. pressing a kiss where it once existed and it's now that you realize that it's always come to this. your lives weren't entirely paved in stone but the love that has a faith of its own is something that changes as the pages of a storybook turn.

this virtuous night being the newest chapter and as much as you're scared to follow along your heart has been waiting for this moment for so long. with those teary eyes that bring some to his own you smile and pull his face with yours, pressing your lips with his to mark your answer clear, to make him feel the way you feel.

"i've always felt the same. dear god Barber it took you twenty years and it all worked out didn't it?" you giggle against his mouth, feeling his grin as he kisses you back.

"what did you wish for?" he murmurs and you only smile and wrap your arms around his neck, "this,"

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[jen-o-jam]

[10:47 pm]

You lay on your bed, barricaded into your room. Praying the shut door would give a sign to everyone to stay out, yet it never seemed to work before. Instead it was more of a sign to barge right in. As if a closed door was more inviting than an open on in your house. The constant combative aura and roaring family driving you almost mad. As hard as you tried to shut it all out, it was evident something was wrong. You never talked about it though.

That was until you met Taeyong. Taeyong was a safe haven in the weirdest way possible. You couldn’t put a finger on why you felt so comfortable with him. You met him in class. He was sat across from you and was scribbling notes down. He was rather forgetful when it came to things he needed to get done. He always did them, but kept notes for himself just in case. You had caught onto that rather quickly, so you started reminding him. From then on you just clicked.

Recently you seemed off to him, so he hatched a plan. Originally he was going to do this the night prior, but messed up and got caught as he slipped out the door to his old grey Subaru. Tonight nothing was going to stop him, he was determined. That was until you didn’t answer his texts.

“Ughh! Y/n, come on pick up..” he mumbled to himself parking on the street by your house. He didn’t want you parents to see him, that would ruin everything after all. After a few moments of just sitting there he got out, sneaking into your back yard.

A gentle tapping at your window startling you, jumping up to look at the glass. Your eyebrows furring as you don’t see anything at first. Only to spot a taeyong tossing tiny pebbles at your window. A smile breaking out as you slid open the window

“What are you doing, Yong? Haven’t you figured out tossing pebbles is cheesy yet?” You tease. His eyes rolling at your words.

“Ok, well answer me next time, come on. We’re going on a drive” he whisper yelled back at you.

“Aye aye captin!” You chime before disappearing back into your room. Carefully slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag before you make your great escape. Your window wasn’t that far off the ground. In fact you could easily lift yourself up to the ledge by pretty much jumping.

A quiet giggle slipping your lips as Taeyong drags you to his car. The two of you stopping by a gas station to grab a few essentials. By essentials it was just a blue raspberry slushy, two energy drinks, and a pack of skittles to split.

“We’ve aquired the snacks. It’s time to get the hell out of this dead beat town!” You chime with a chuckle as you plop into the passenger seat.

Neither of you knew where you were going. It was just you two against the world for a moment. Bright headlights lighting up the normally dark, curvy roads, loud music only intensified by the karaoke session it had some how ended up being, and the windows down letting the cooler night air bite at your skin.

“Yong, turn it up, turn it up!” You bark at him excitedly demanding it as you rush to unbuckle.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He asks a little panicked as he glances over, only to see you undoing his sky light. Carefully you stand on your seat, letting your back rest on the skylight. The new rush of air making you only smile more as he listens to your demand, turning the music further up.

You had finally felt free. In that moment with half your body out the car and Taeyong’s chuckles ringing through your ear as he watches you it feels as if time stopped. Hestitanly letting go of the roof, letting your arms extend out, feeling the wind rush past your finger tips. The two of you singing along to the song you barely knew the lyrics to.

“That was....exhilarating, Yong! You have to try it. You have to!” You ramble breathlessly, sinking back down into the car, safely buckling yourself back in.

“You are crazy, y/n” he says, looking over to take your hand. The warm touch surprising you, causing you to look over yourself.

“And that’s why you love me..” you mumble, your confident words coming out softer than intended.

“We can go with that” he teases. His cheeks heating up in the dim light of the car.

“You’re something else, Yong...” you chuckle, leaning over to peck his cheek.

“That’s why we work, duh!”

[phellionphel]

Summer brings the heat, bugs, sunshine with the favor of cold foods and drinks, blazing heat rained over the streets stalls of goods linked up during the midday, how the people at the Bazaar handle this heat Kyuubis would never comprehend, hailing from a village encircled by mountains that make their weather never prepared her for this,

having forgone her Fox armaments to take on a more human appearance kept most of the heat from stripping down upon her back,

having pushed the spectacles that decorated her appearance up closer to the blue orbs she possessed

"Maybe it was best I didn't wear tight attire" Catching her refection the halter top dress she wore exposed the tribal tattoo that covered her back, cinched at the waist by the royal blue corset making her figure stand out, the lower half of the gown splayed at her feet to say she dressed for a hot day was an understatement, adorned for a day out for what her subconscious could fiddle with the notion of summer temperature, being grateful she never loved to wear heels except for work, while the silver flats she wore kept her flesh safe from the sweltering ground blue examined the surrounding area for a place with shade or a sign for an establishment to cool down each passing second Kyuubis could feel her fox ears twitching in her subconscious

the black thread caught her attention, strands having slipped from its holding clung to her slightly damp shoulder blade, having made her mind up picking up the pace the bell chime filled her eyes entering the small café the cold air giving her relief taking the nearest empty seat after placing an order for an iced Armercanio plus the cafe's signature pastry of the day, inhaling deep slowly exhaling taking in the scents that began to surround her the calming chatter of people and warmth the cafe's aura gave was greatly calming she could make out slightly hints of honey, vanilla with subtle bits of lavender having her thoughts disturbed by her drink plus pastry placed in front of her, giving a small thanks' her body displayed Shudder's the cold drink felt nice during this summer heat Honeyberry tarts, she could make out each little berry except strawberries and raspberries in the tart, having examined the small pastry with delight the metal spoon she grasped dug into the shell, the satisfying sweet yet tart flavors mixed well and paired well with the American on this summer day, "best damn desert ever" small light kicks of her legs under the table a light barely heard moan from her lips followed in-front a satisfied sign this was what summer was Hot sweet and cold at the same time, her eyes scanned the café once more dreading having to go back outside once she finished her second tart

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 58

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I didn't find anything on myself or my sisters on Merlot's computers. I was guessing that that laboratory predated me and them. Besides, if the mustached man was right, I was doomed to never find anything on my sisters in Merlot's labs. I was only digging through his computers for myself, then. And I really just didn't have the energy for it and I transferred the notes to my scroll for later bookkeeping and examination.

Peach, Neo, and I descended back into Nibelheim and I took a train from there back to Atlas. I said my farewells to Peach and her teacher. I wasn't sure I'd ever see the pink eyed, blonde bruiser again, but you never really know. She'd done good work by me. I left her with a dust crystal to remember me by for that.

I had to find out who the mustached man was. I consulted Aurum but with only a vague description he didn't have much of any support for me. He was helpful, I suppose, as helpful as he could be given how lackluster my ability to give details on the man was. I mean I knew he had a dark blue suit trimmed in yellow but that was only so helpful. The green eyes and mustache were, I was guessing, more solid but only slightly.

Aurum then put me in contact with the group who had been in the know on the General's secret project. There was a bar down in Mantle where they met and I was told to go there. This group, this Avalanche, had details that I needed if I wanted to stay on top of things.

They called the bar Seventh Heaven.

The bar looked like a rickety enough place. It sort of reminded me of the Malachites' bar. Except the Malachites' bar was nicer. If such a thing could be believed.

I swept into the place with Neo beside me and I had a quick look around. There was a bar area with some seats and a few tables. There was also a pac-ping machine in one of the corners that didn't interest me much at all. The place was all brown wood and grey brick. It was covered in soot from the mines and the whole place could use a thorough cleaning. I was wary of even ordering anything from their bar.

A redheaded faunus cleaned a glass with a rag behind the counter. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and she had pretty brown eyes. She had Valean features with a bit of an oval face and a long fox tail which swished behind her as she worked.

She wore armor over a tight blue shirt that exposed her smooth flat stomach and her bellybutton. She had a red scarf over her forehead and loose brown pants around her hips leading down to silvery shin guards and boots. They looked heavy.

I could feel the distant hum of aura wafting off of her. She wasn't some simple barkeep. She must be a member of Avalanche. And Avalanche must be a hunter organization or at least attempting to be one.

Neo shuffled up beside me and looked up at me. "Well Neo, what will you have?"

She shrugged as though to say, 'surprise me.'

"Hey now! What can I do for the two of you?" The bartender asked, she sounded upbeat.

"I'm Cloud, this is Neo, we're looking for Avalanche and a drink, I suppose. Two house specials. Whatever that is, while we wait would be nice."

She nodded. "I'm Jasper. We're just waiting for a few more. So that'll be two Cosmo Canyons. Coming right up." She sounded enthusiastic.

She poured two red drinks for Neo and I. I sat at one of the tables and Neo pulled up a chair beside me. Jasper came by and dropped the drinks off for us. I thanked her and opened up a tab. I could afford plenty of drinks so I really wasn't worried about it.

The drink had a sweet, deep strawberry and raspberry flavor. It was bordering on too sugary for me but Neo seemed to like it because she slammed it and held up a finger for another one.

I ordered for her and Jasper came around again with another glass of the red liquid.

There came a jingle at the door and another faunus came in. She was armed with a crossbow staff and had two cute little sheep ears to either side of her head. She wore mostly green under a more tan-green overcoat. She had curly glowing white hair and bright sharp green eyes.

She took us and Jasper by the counter in for a moment before she paced further inside.

I leaned both elbows on the table and rested my chin on my hands. I waited around to see what would happen with the newcomer.

"I'm looking for Avalanche," she said to Jasper. Loud enough that I could hear it.

"You've found us. You must be Fiona with the Happy Huntresses."

Fiona nodded.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Jasper asked.

Fiona shook her head. "I'm just here to listen to what you have to say about the General's secret project. We know the general is moving supplies out to Amity instead of Mantle. We're just not sure why. You're supposed to know."

Two more gentlemen entered and I watched them while taking a drink from my cosmo canyon. The first was taller than the other. Maybe about as tall as I was and had a sidearm. It looked like a water pistol to me. He wore a green shirt and brown pants and had a red bandanna tied around his head. It didn't hide his wolf ears.

The last was the rounder sort and he had a pale shirt and he too had a red bandanna. He was built with wide shoulders, however, despite his round build. He had a machine gun around his back and a bandolier of rounds across his chest. I couldn't spot his faunus trait if he had one but that didn't make him human. Blake had managed to hide her trait from me for months so there was that.

"Meet Avalanche," Jasper introduced with a bit of flair, waving a hand.

The taller fellow said, "I'm Bisque. And this is Wenge." He gestured to the man by his side.

"We need your help to hold the SDC accountable for its crimes," Jasper went on. "Avalanche is a sort of network for disparaged workers. Like the old White Fang in Mantle. We've been getting reports from workers about the General's project."

"You want us to help you fight the SDC," Fiona sounded incredulous. Her face twisted into shock.

"In exchange for our information, yes," Bisque shot back. "We've been getting all kinds of reports from our union about the project so we know what we're talking about with it."

"The Happy Huntresses aren't above trading blows with the law but this seems like a bit much. What would we even be doing?"

"Blowing up a dust mine." Jasper put a hand on one hip. "Both the Happy Huntresses and… you two, Cloud and Neapolitan." She pointed at Neo and I. "Came highly recommended. From different people, of course."

I could see it. Aurum had all the reason to recommend me considering how quickly I'd solved his problems. Unfortunately I wasn't behind blowing up a mine very much.

"If you want to resort to terrorism why not join the White Fang?" I asked. That was the sort of business the White Fang was into.

"Lots of reasons," Jasper shrugged. "The White Fang are about murder now. The mine we're targeting will be mostly abandoned. At least with the embargo going on."

"And this is the only way you'll talk about the General's secret project?" I asked. "A symbolic attack?"

"We also have Lien we can offer you," Bisque cut in.

Fiona snorted and I shook my head. "I don't need Lien," I muttered.

"The Happy Huntresses aren't about money. It's not why we do what we do," Fiona agreed with me a little.

"But you're about fighting the giants. The SDC. The Atlas Military," Wenge seemed to protest. His voice had a slight whine to it. "We could really use all the help we can get."

"The Happy Huntresses will find another way to learn about the General's plans," Fiona decided. She turned to leave. "I can only hope you are smart enough to say the same." She nodded at me.

"I probably can't let this opportunity pass me by. Thanks," I told her.

"You'll engage in this terrorism?" Her jaw dropped open.

"Sweetheart, I've murdered people in cold, cold blood. This is nothing. They're not even planning on killing anyone." I laughed. I pulled out my pipe and packed some greens into it. "Easy money," I said.

She glowered at me with a look that could have frozen vodka and turned her chin up. "You're laughing about it? People could die and you're just laughing." She swore at me.

I laughed even harder. "I'm a monster, babe. There are all kinds of people like me. You should get used to it. I thought you were a huntress."

"I graduated from Atlas Academy. Of course I'm a huntress." She pulled her staff on me. I stood up and activated my semblance. I ripped the weapon out of her hand and she stumbled towards me. I grabbed her and tossed her into the table behind me and Neo elegantly moved out of the way. She stumbled to her feet and I tossed her weapon to myself.

"There are things they don't teach you at school, kido. I can give you a lesson in it if you want."

She was just a kid. She had no idea what things were really like. She didn't know about monsters like Tyrian or Raven or me . I was a monster of power and ungodly strength, too. She didn't know the heights that some hunters could reach. She thought she was on the level. I could feel from my sixth sense that just wasn't the case. I could pull her apart.

The vitriol on her face was enough to shatter that frozen vodka from before. She tore her way back to her feet. The blatant disgust made me want to laugh some more. I tossed her her weapon back. She pointed her crossbow at me. It was loaded. I could cut the bolt easily. I was fast enough. Unless it moved near light speed like a laser or a magnetic accelerated round.

"I should stop you. The right thing to do would be to shut you down right here and now. Aggravating the SDC is the wrong move, almost always."

"Careful, little Miss. You're not a match for me and I've left quite the trail of bodies behind." Blue flames licked at my flesh. White wisps crawled at the ceiling of the bar, and the members of Avalanche held their collective breaths. The wood beams over my head shed my power like rainwater and it collapsed back into the room. "What's one more for someone like me?" I asked. “Come on. What’s one more?”

She spun her weapon about and replaced it on her back. She exhaled hard. She gave me one last stiff look. I could feel the room slightly disrupted by her aura. Her anger was a lashing flame. She wanted to stop me but was thinking better of it.

We'd sized each other up and I knew that she knew that I could destroy her. It was common knowledge now. Her sixth sense must have screamed out at her in warning.

"This isn't over." She pointed at the floor for emphasis with each word.

"This is nothing." I returned, sheathing my sword. "Not even my top fifty."

She marched out of the door of the bar. She slammed it shut behind her hard enough to rattle the windows of the small, dingy bar.

"Cloud…" Jasper murmured. "You'll help us?"

"I need the details. I also need a guarantee of my information. Then I'll help you with your bombing."

"It's the abandoned Tilvari mine. It's to the north of here. Used to be mined by SDC when it was more profitable to be mining. They'll want to go back to doing it there once the embargo is lifted," Bisque said. "We'll be hitting it at night when no one is around."

"We want to shut that down. Make it harder for old man Schnee," Jasper continued for him. "People die in his mines all the time and nothing happens. Nothing changes. People are dying in the mines right now. We want to cause him all the problems we can."

"I don't care about your reasons. Tell me about the job."

They all shared a look.

"You don't really mean that, do you Cloud?" Wenge asked. He seemed nervous, a little on edge about it.

"Of course I do. It's a job to me. And nothing else. I'll get you all in and out safe and sound. Then you can tell me about the General's project and we can move on with our lives." I claimed. "You don't want to be my friends. It's not a good place to be."

I didn't have the time for this. They needed to know where I stood. I wasn't their friend. I was their employee. That's how this was going to work. I didn't have time for it. They didn't need to be wrapped up in me, either. I was a mess and I didn't need to drag people who were more or less innocent into my fuck up of a life.

They were subcontracting me because I was dangerous and I knew what I was doing. I knew my way around explosives and I knew how to deal with dust, at least in a loose sense. I was exactly what they needed. As a contractor. Not as a companion for life. I already fucked up enough friendships. Just look at where I stood with team RWBY. The things I'd done to my own other friends rampaged through my thoughts.  

A low hiss of ' kill her, and the boy ' echoed through my mind. I would never forget it. The lamp had been right. Mother was more than just a memory. She haunted me.

I remembered what I'd done to the last of team JNPR. These people didn't know what they'd be getting into if they wanted to be my friends. And Neo and I weren't exactly friends. We worked well together, our goals aligned, our powers were useful in combination, but that was it. At least I thought so. I'd certainly miss her if she was gone, though. Maybe she was working her way into my heart.

The sadistic bitch. Unbelievably cruel of her, that was.

I relaxed and let my power go. My semblance faded into nothing. I missed the power as soon as it was gone. The steady beat of energy made me feel whole. Without it I felt a gaping lack. I wanted to keep that flow going. I wanted it all the time. And the charge felt completely empty now. I felt completely at a loss.

They all looked at one another again. Jasper nodded to Bisque and that seemed to do it for them.

"We have wheels to make our get-away on. And we want to drop the mine, not cause a massive explosion. Not in the middle of town. The point is to just cause a collapse in. It's a pit mine, you see." Bisque said.

"You'll need to be careful. Any application of dust could cause a chain reaction and blow up the entire mine. Take part of the city with it." I warned. I crossed one arm and put a hand on my chin as I considered it.

"The explosives we have in mind are small. Just big enough to bring down some of the support beams and cause a collapse." Jasper informed me.

Neo held up a hand.

"Another drink for my friend here?" I asked. Her glass was empty and she waved it at me loosley, tapping me in the side with it, gripping the glass from above.

Jasper nodded. She moved around behind the counter and shook up another glass of the crimson liquid. Neo liked that house special, I guess. She had a sweet tooth and a half which explained it.

"Then what's your extraction plan?" I asked once Jasper got Neo squared away again.

"We have a truck, we were going to drive away in the chaos," Wenge said.  "Do you think that will be enough?"

"With my help, sure. I've got quite the illusionist with me. You don't want to be caught up by Atlas Security. And the last thing we want to be snatched up in is a firefight."

"We can take them," Jasper said. She had enthusiasm for it, that was for sure. I imagined that Blake was once like that. But instead for the White Fang and not Avalanche.

Jasper was young. Maybe a year or so younger than my biological age, not my chronological age. She was much older than me going by that marker. She had a fire to her I couldn't help but admire. I even found it a few shades shy of attractive.

"You don't have the experience for it. You'll lose." I disagreed. "Better leave any fighting to Neo and I, if you can help it. Only fight if you're cornered and need to. Any of you ever kill somebody?"

They looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Yeah, leave it to me and Neo." I sighed. These kids had no idea what they were in for. If they weren't careful, they'd die. "And I'll set the charges. Better leave that to me too." I chewed on my pipe.

Amateurs.

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-WG

[suqarshaxx]

three am fics let’s gooooo

red text = shaxx talking

blue text = guardian(s) talking

— movements

six o’ clock. he’s late. again.

Hendrix

yeah i’ll see you there! *read 4:37 pm*

Today 6:15 pm

where are you?😠 *delivered*

just let me know when you get here i guess *delivered*

he always does this! he always says ‘sure we’ll go out drinking!’ and never follows through! i have to stop inviting him. well now you have no clue what to do. you could still go to the bar, but really...? by yourself? who wants to do that!? so you decided to call up a friend this time. “hey, i was thinking about heading over to the bar for a bit do you wanna come with me? what do you mean you’re hanging out with your boyfriend? screw him! come drink with me!” you tried your best to sound sad and even pouted, hoping your friend hear over the phone..they definitely heard right through it though. “fiiine lame asses go hang out. i’ll talk to you later. be safe” sadly, the conversation was short and your friend just simply laughed and gave you a no. i guess it’s time to head to the bar alone. you grabbed your wallet and keys and were off.

shittttttt...

shaxx and a bunch of other guardians were crowding the bar. the place was extremely loud from all the guardians singing celebratory songs. must’ve meant a new group of guardians were ranking up in the competitive crucible. but that wasn’t gonna stop you from having a good night, it just meant your drinks would be longer. you made your way over to the bar while you ordered the Angels Aura. a mix of pink lemonade, blue raspberry syrup, vodka and club soda with this cool little sparkly powder they mix in. it’s not a popular drink for some reason but it’s delicious. while you were waiting for the drink, you figured you’d sneak up behind shaxx to congratulate him and the guardians. skill definitely plays a part in crucible but newer guardians don’t realize how much shaxx contributes to it too. so normally a lot of older crucible players like to congratulate shaxx as well because we’ve realized later on how much he helped.

you lightly tapped him on the shoulder to which he turned around. “Guardian!” his voice was incredibly happy and he seemed very energetic. you chuckled, “i just wanted to come over and congratulate you and another successful go around of guardians. i can’t wait to see how well they preform out there.” you gave a heartfelt smile. “thank you y/n, that truly means a lot to me. but it would mean more if you came and had a drink with us!” oh yeah, he had definitely had a few drinks before you got here. “shaxx i couldn’t, it’s not my celebration. plus i have my drink being made i gotta get to that.” “ohhh but it’s only one drink y/n! come on?” you just smiled and shook your head. “i simply can’t, thank you for the offer shaxx.” you ran your hand along his shoulder and arm and proceeded to walk away...that is until you heard a loud “HEY!” you didn’t think much of it until the voice spoke again and instead said “THE ONE WALKING AWAY” so you decided to turn around and walk towards the man shouting. “can i help you guardian?” “yeah you can. no one denies shaxx in my presence.” oh my god...he’s joking right? “i’m sorry? and you are?” “i am Fabled II Amir Wyante and this my group’s celebration party. if you’re not here for us then you can get out.” this guy HAS to be wasted. you just looked over at shaxx with a ‘is this guy really fucking serious?’ look on your face. you shook your head and laughed. “get lost rookie.” you walked away once again to go check up on your drink. the guy called for you again and you simply ignored it.

you got to the bar to where your drink was handed to you. as you thanked the bartender the same guy shouting his ‘title’ came up to you. “didn’t i tell you to get lost?” “i wanna challenge you to a arm wrestling competition. like the good old days of crucible.” he said with the stupidest smirk on his face. this guardian is trying to tell you about the “old days” like you weren’t apart of it. you sighed, “fine. under one condition. if you win, i’ll celebrate your amazing title. but if i win, you pay for my tab tonight.” you say as you sipped your drink. “it’s a deal.” poor guy doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into. “ok put your arm up” “wait..right here?” “yes right here now put your arm up on the counter” you both got into position. “on three we go.” “yeah ok let’s go i want my drink.” “3....2....1....GO!” you instantly dropped his hand and just looked at the bartender and said “my tabs on him for tonight.” and proceeded to walk away. you walked back over to shaxx where you continued to sip on your drink.

“shaxx! what the hell are they?!” the guardian came back all bratty and pissy. “what rank even are you?” “legend rookie. now piss off.” he just gave you a disgusted look and walked off. “you could’ve been easier on him. it is his celebratory night.” “yet here i thought arrogance wasn’t tolerated in the crucible?” you smiled over to shaxx. “it’s not but only your group ever listened.” you two watched as all the guardians shouted and danced. you lightly placed your head to the side of shaxx’s chest. “your group will be the only crucible group to go down as the one true crucible masters.” now you couldn’t help but blush. “thank you shaxx, and congratulations, to another unique crucible group.” you clinked your drinks together and drank.

that’s the great thing about shaxx and how he runs the crucible. every group of guardians is never the same, meaning they shall all go down in history.

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hi hi a/n: i felt like doing a cute little crucible story but i just quickly want to say if you’re new to crucible or in the fabled rank this isn’t a callout post to u at all 🥺🥺🥺 it was a simple rank i chose that i feel most standard players reside at (if u aren’t there dw ur all good don’t stress) i don’t think all new crucible guardians are arrogant asses or that the older/more experienced guardians are better! it’s more of a little message that every group will be completely different so no one can truly be better because it’d be unfair to compare guardians one by one with different play styles. i hope u enjoy this reading and tysm for the support on my last one 🥺🥺🥺

[firemblem-fics]

Could I have some Itsuki and Tsubasa kiss hcs?

I’m doing all of these at once I hope you don’t mind

I can’t believe I’m literally writing at work but this is what it’s come to

kiss hc’s | tokyo mirage

Kiria

Itsuki

Every time he kisses you, it’s like the first one all over again

Butterflies and everything it’s so nice

He was really hesitant at first to kiss you so you definitely took the lead and he was just.. shocked

And also in awe at how wonderful it felt to kiss you

Sometimes (most of the time) he’s still hesitant and will 100% ask before kissing you, even after you’ve been together for a long time

His kisses are so soft and so gentle. He doesn’t wanna do anything wrong

Still hasn’t gotten the concept of making out down yet, but he’s trying his best

He tastes rather normal, like idk everyone I’ve kissed has never had a distinctive taste it just tastes like person so he’s that, but he wears an intoxicating cologne that you can never get enough of

Tsubasa

Totally, completely, one million percent a mess every time you kiss

You’re usually the one kissing her and being all affectionate. It’s incredibly cute to see her get all flustered from it

She acts really mad if you catch her off guard, but it’s physically impossible to NOT catch her off guard

But once again her pouting is rather cute

Sometimes, she wants to try and fluster you, so she’ll spend almost literal hours hyping herself up to kiss you on the cheek

It flusters her more than you, but you’re still blushing cause you love her so much

Making out is often a no and won’t be a yes until later on, but you’re okay with that and won’t push it

Tastes like literal sugar she definitely wears like candy flavored lip balm

Touma

Definitely the most prepared out of everyone

He’s been WAITING for the moment to kiss you probably since the minute he met you

Will initate it SO FAST the minute you’re like “kiss?” He will swoop in and save the mf day like the little prince he is

Sorry touma is just idol au sylvain you can’t say I’m wrong

He’ll start off super slow if you’re not yet comfortable. Small kisses on the back of your hand lead to cheek and nose kisses, and eventually finally a little peck on the lips

A god at making out

Boy has tongue game and I do not mean that in any other way this is not an nsfw blog

He’s just got this aura about him that makes you melt every time and his kisses are downright addicting

Just love love love loves to kiss you it’s amazing

Touma tastes like cinnamon and sometimes blue raspberry slushees, depending on where he’s been that day. Man always be drinking slushees

Ellie

Definitely the one woman in this world besides Maiko to initiate a kiss

She LOVES it she loves your attention and affection and is not afraid of PDA or pulling you into a practice room to just kiss you for an hour

Isn’t afraid of doing it in front of people either but if you genuinely ask her to stop then she will

She absolutely adores it if you kiss her hand. It makes her feel like a princess and she’ll swoon literally the rest of the day

She also loves goodnight kisses

If you take her out on a date night and are dropping her off at her place, take her hands in yours and tell her how much you enjoy spending time with her. Talk about how much she means to you, and then lean in and kiss her

Make it gentle enough for her to feel the love, but passionate enough that she knows you don’t wanna leave

Then whisper goodnight on her lips

She’ll go inside and lean against the door, trying to still her rapid heart

She tastes rather normal, but she always wears this really nice lip gloss that is gorgeous to wear but a little nasty to kiss yk

Yashiro

One word: awkward.

He’ll kiss you first, but he’s more nervous than you are

Yashiro doesn’t open up easily. Kissing and affection makes him feel more vulnerable than what he’s comfortable with, but he’ll try to get used to it just for you

You’re definitely his first girlfriend therefore you’re his first kiss

It’s absolutely magical to him- he saw literal fireworks and if he wasn’t already in love with you, he is now

He will not kiss you in public. He doesn’t like PDA. It just makes him uncomfortable because even if he’s okay with being vulnerable around you, he may not be as open with the others around you

In private though he’s a FIEND he’s incredibly touch starved and absolutely loves to just hold you and cradle your jaw, pressing kisses everywhere on your face and neck

tldr he absolutely adores your kisses but keeps his composure, despite it being so hard

My little Yashi tastes 100% like coffee I just know it

[passport-guardian-benrey]

Tosk with the whole Alphabet?

This is going to be a long one, I skipped a few, Hope you don't mind anon

A1. What are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Tosk: Shapeshifting and my calming aura

A4. What things are they bad at?

Tosk: Relaxing probably

A5. What is their most impressive talent?

Tosk: Managing stuff

B1. What is their hair color?

Tosk: When I’m in my human form it’s blue

B2. What is their eye color?

Tosk: Blue

B3. How tall are they?

Tosk: I tend to keep my form at 1,80 m, that would be 5,9 ft

B4. How old are they?

Tosk: 28 years old

B5. How much do they weigh?

Tosk: Around 90 kg in my most common forms

C1. How do they sit in a chair?

Tosk: Normally I guess?

C2. In what position do they sleep?

Tosk: On my side

C3. What is their ideal comfort day?

Tosk: Tea and sleep

C5. Who is the best at comforting them when down?

Tosk: That would be Corthy, Solar is good too

D1. How would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

Tosk: A lot of blue, comfortable furniture, plants

D2. How would they decorate their child’s room?

Tosk: Depends on the child and their preferences

D3. How would they decorate their own room?

Tosk: The same as the house

D4. What type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

Tosk: Button down shirts and sweater vests, as for accessories, top hat and a bowtie for special occasions

E1. Does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Tosk: I guess

E3. Do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Tosk: I do my own thing

E4. Are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Tosk: No, I’m not

F1. What do they do for fun?

Tosk: Tea parties with Corthy

F2. What is their ideal party?

Tosk: Not a lot of people, calm music, a peaceful atmosphere

F3. Who would they have the most fun with?

Tosk: Corthy

F4. Can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Tosk: Yes

F5. Do they go out a lot?

Tosk: No, I don’t go to different AUs, because you can die there and I don’t want that to happen

G1. What is their most attractive external feature?

Tosk: Depends on the form I take, but in this form, my eyelights maybe?

G2. What is the most attractive part of their personality?

Tosk: Don’t know really

G3. What benefits come with being their friend?

Tosk: I will take care of you

G4. What parts of them do they like and dislike?

Tosk: I like my ever changing form and dislike my sleep schedule

H1. Do they rather a hot or cold room?

Tosk: Somewhere in between really

H2. Do they prefer summer or winter?

Tosk: If I had to choose, I would choose Winter

H3. Do they like snow?

Tosk: Yes

I1. What is their sexuality?

Tosk: Asexual biromantic

I2. Have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Tosk: Not really

I3. Have they ever questioned their gender?

Tosk: Well I don’t have a gender, but I’d rather be considered male, so I guess

I4. Would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Tosk: I don’t really have a family

I5. How long would/did it take for them to come out?

Tosk: Didn’t really have to come out

J1. What makes them happy?

Tosk: Seeing other people happy

J2. Who makes them happy?

Tosk: Mostly Corthy

J4. Are they happy often?

Tosk: Yes

J5. What brings them the most joy in the world?

Tosk: Seeing people I love being happy

K1. Have they ever thought about suicide?

Tosk: No

K2. Have they ever thought about homicide?

Tosk: No

K3. If they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? Who?

Tosk: No

K4. Who would miss them if they died?

Tosk: Only people who would remember that I even existed, so probably no one

L1. What is their favorite fruit?

Tosk: Hm . . . raspberries

L2. What is their least favorite fruit?

Tosk: Lychee

M1. Would they want a daughter or a son?

Tosk: Any child is great

M2. How many children do they want?

Tosk: As many as I can

M3. Would they be a good parent?

Tosk: I am a good parent

M5. Would they adopt?

Tosk: Yes

N3. Is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Tosk: People have sleep schedules, how?

O1. Are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Tosk: Optimistic

O3. Are they good at giving advice?

Tosk: I guess

Q1. Do they ask for help?

Tosk: Yes, when I need it

Q3. Do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

Tosk: Depends

Q4. Do they ask weird questions?

Tosk: Sometimes

Q5. Are they curious?

Tosk: Sometimes

R1. Do they follow rules?

Tosk: Yes

R2. Would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

Tosk: I’m somewhere in between

S2. Would they give money to someone on the streets?

Tosk: If that person need help, of course I would

T1. Are they honest?

Tosk: Yes

T2. Can they tell if someone is lying?

Tosk: Sometimes

T3. Is it obvious when they’re lying?

Tosk: Not really, I am a good liar

U1. Have they been bullied?

Tosk: No

U2. Have they bullied anyone?

Tosk: God no, I would never do that

V3. Are they good at comforting someone ill?

Tosk: Yes

V4. What do they like as far as comfort goes?

Tosk: Some tea, sleep and someone to be there for me

W1. Do they drink enough water?

Tosk: Yes

W2. Have they learned to swim?

Tosk: Didn’t really have time

W4. Can they dive?

Tosk: I don’t know

X1. What is their favorite genre of music?

Tosk: Jazz

X4. Can they sing well?

Tosk: I guess

X5. Can they rap?

Tosk: No

Y1. How old were you when you created them?

15 years old

Y2. What inspired you to create them?

Nothing really, I just got this idea, what if I created a character that was running a place where everyone can just relax

Y3. Were they different when they were first created?

No

Y4. Do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

He is in the middle, I like writing him, but there are characters I enjoy more

Y5. What’s your favorite thing about them?

His backstory (you can ask about that)

Z1. What is their favorite animal?

Tosk: Cats maybe?

Z2. Do they like animals?

Tosk: Yes

Z3. Cats or dogs?

Tosk: Cats

Z5. Do they have any pets at the moment?

Tosk: Some cats that Corthy brought here, technically not mine

[a-vamp-and-a-half]

She’s pulled back as Evan shoves in between the commotion, yelling instructions for the Googles, shouting at everyone to clear the bed as he starts manual cpr. One, two, three “CLEAR” he shouts, jumping back as Google Green places his hands on Doc’s chest and shocks him, hands acting as defibrillators. The Googles were working diligently, doing everything to try to resuscitate Doc as Evan keeps up CPR in-between “I better get a PHD after this” he mutters, working on and begging himself-

Doc props himself up a bit more, wincing. “What are talking about?”

She glares. “You aren’t dying because it’s your time, Doc. You’re dying because you’re giving up.”

“I’m not fully dead?”

“No, you aren’t. You’re right on the edge of it. So take a step back.”

Doc looks at her. “I...”

He looks at his hands. “I want to rest,” he says softly. “And I want them to rest too.”

She tilts his head up so he’s looking at her.

... She looks like...

“You don’t want this,” she says softly. “You want the kind of rest where you can be happy. Where your family can be happy. This isn’t how to get that.”

He looks away. 

“You realize it wasn’t you who was hurting them, right?”

He wipes his forehead. It’s getting hotter, somehow.

“All of this started because I died, and then was brought back. So it makes sense it would end with me dying like I was supposed to, right?”

She scoffs. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

... Ah. He does know who she is.

“You and your brother scoff the same.”

Celine nods. “He never used to scoff, actually. He picked that up after I died. Loved ones dying changes people.”

“... I hurt them.”

“It hurt them.”

“But I started it!” Doc stands up, and wobbles, but manages to stay upright. “I fucking gave in, and it all spiraled from there!”

“It-”

“Wasn’t a factor at first!”

Doc pauses. 

“When I first gave in, when I first willingly drained someone, that wasn’t it. That was just me. I decided to do that, I enjoyed it. I-I’m capable of that.”

“Doc-”

“It got control of me because I’m capable of doing those things.” He fans his shirt. Fuck, it’s hot in here. 

Celine stands up too, and crosses her arms. “You didn’t want to kill Sia. You didn’t want to hurt Evan. You didn’t want to do anything that you. You were possessed.”

Doc shivers despite the heat. “I let it happen. But now I stopped it. I helped hold it back long enough for them to figure out how to get rid of it before it hurt anyone else. But if I wake up-”

“If you wake up they’ll be able to be happy. You don’t want them to be hurt anymore? Doc, it will hurt them so badly if you die.”

“What if they can’t be happy with me around? From the moment I was brought back I’ve done nothing but hurt them. I-I’m a monst-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Celine grabs Doc’s arm. “Don’t you dare. You know who told that? It told you that. In the form of Dark, in the form of yourself, in the form of doubts and self-hatred designed to lure you deeper into it’s hold.”

Doc blinks at her. “They deserve to rest. I’m tired. They’re tired! They should move on, because I don’t add-”

“You don’t add?”

Celine yanks Doc over to a bedroom, two sets of all the furniture, one side blue and one side red.

She shits him down, grabs a photo album, and tosses it in his lap.

“Look through it.”

He looks at her.

“Look through it!”

He opens it up.

...

“That’s... when I told Sia the truth about Dark.”

“Which let her make her own choice in this matter. Which lead to Dark getting on the path to redemption. Which lead to a lot less suffering for the city.”

He flips the page. “... That’s me and Sia going on our first forest walk together...”

It’s a photo album filled with moments that matter.

Helping Eric with his anxiety, stitching up wounds, sassing Bim and taking his ego down a notch, walks with Sia, laughing with Bing...

“You’re important to them, Doc.”

He blinks, wiping away a tear. “But I-I...”

The pictures change.

Dead bodies, two holes in their necks, lifeless eyes staring into the distance.

Blood-stained claws and fangs.

Screaming at Eric over blood candies.

Screaming at Sia and blinding her.

Evan, horrified as Doc grips his hand and ponders drinking his blood. More bodies, less gently handled. Sia, Sia’s blood on his hands, those-those hallways-

Celine puts her hand over the pictures. Doc looks up at her, eyes streaming.

“That’s not you,” she says softly. 

“But I did those things.”

“So make up for them.”

He blinks at her.

“This is the coward’s way out, Doc. This is the way out where you don’t face any consequences, you don’t have to face what you’ve done, don’t have to make up for it. You just leave, and leave your broken family to pick up the pieces.”

“And you’re not a coward. Not by a long shot.”

Doc swallows. “I am. I hid. I couldn’t face what I was doing so I hid and I let it just-”

“You’re still feeding into it,” Celine says, tone serious. “You’re still giving it what it wants. It wants to destroy you. It wants to hurt the others. You’re giving it that. You have to keep fighting.”

Doc deflates. “I’m so tired of fighting.”

“I know.” Celine takes his hand in hers. “Because you’ve always been fighting alone, sometimes because you have to, sometimes by choice. But Doc? You don’t have to fight alone anymore. They’re there for you. They’ve been helping you fight for months now.”

Doc looks at the pictures. Sia’s blood on his hands...

“Look at me.”

He can’t tear his eyes away.

So hot in here...

“Look at me!” Celine moves his face for him, forcing him to meet her eyes.

“That. Isn’t. You.”

She flips the page. “This is.”

Walks with Sia. Playing with the mice. Engaging in the Great Prank War. Taking careful care of Wilford’s candy bowl gift. Naming Raspberry.

“This is the person they’re losing if you leave. Not the other one. This one.”

A few tears splatter on the page.

“Go back home, Doc. You get to spend more time with your family. Make up for your mistakes. If Dark and Bim can make up for it? You definitely can.”

Doc laughs a little at the way she says it.

He turns back to the other pictures. The horror. The pain. The evil.

The monster.

“That’s not you,” Celine says softly.

Doc is quiet.

“That’s not me,” he agrees.

...

...

...

Something breaks.

It tries to claw it’s way back.

Not me.

It’s cast out. 

Forever.

...

...

...

There’s a beep.

There’s a thump.

Dark holds out a hand.

Everyone freezes.

...

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

...

Doc gasps.

His eyes open up. 

He draws in a stuttering breath.

Black spiderwebs through his aura.

It’s all sucked up into his body.

His veins go black, for a second, and for a second there’s just horror in the hearts of everyone in the room.

The black retreats, all of it converging in one spot.

... Two spots, actually.

Two pricks on his neck, black veins spread out from them.

He lets the breath out.

The black turns red. Bright, healthy red.

The veins fade entirely, leaving only two small, pink scars.

Doc sighs.

“ ‘m not a monster,” he says softly.

His eyes flutter closed. His body relaxes.

The heartbeat stays steady.

[sugaaasweet]

Jennie took her lip stain out of her purse and gently patted one more layer on to her lips before deeming herself acceptable to be seen. Despite coming from a very humble background, comparative to her friends at least, she does keep in mind that she has an image to maintain. With one last adjustment to her white shirt, Jennie put her bag on to her shoulder and walked down the sidewalk to SM’s Macciato Café. The small girl opened up the glass door to enter the cosy looking shop. Her brown eyes scanned the area and almost instantly she spotted the group she needed to see.

Jung Jaehyun and Wong Yukhei were two raising stars in the modeling world. Both men were tall, broad shouldered, and had smiles that left women around the world swooning. However, there was always an aura of mystery that followed the men as there was little to nothing known about them. Jaehyun was known to be a university student who took up modeling to pay off his loans, who could speak English fluently because he lived in America for four years. Yukhei, better known by his stage name Lucas, was known for being a Hong Kong heartthrob known to speak five languages, who came to Korea on a scholarship and was discovered when he was walking to his Biology lab; it’s also widely known that Yukhei has a girlfriend of at least a year who he met in university, she has remained nameless and faceless. But Jennie could clearly see said girlfriend sitting under Yukhei’s arm in the back corner of the café. The group sat in a booth with various glasses scattered around the marble top table, Jaehyun was clearly trying to get the attention of the barista behind the counter, and Yukhei was whispering unknown secrets into the ear of the young girl sitting next to him.

Jennie slowly made her approach to the three young adults. She wanted to remain quiet but the sound of her heeled booties hitting the floor gave her away. Jaehyun was the first to notice Jennie. When the dimpled model met the eyes of the young girl he immediately smiled and waved her over. After this Yukhei’s round eyes scanned over Jennie’s figure before he turned his head to whisper into the young girl’s ear again, this time Jennie knew what he was saying. A warning was being spoken to remain cautious.

“Hello boys.” Jennie spoke softly, “I was wondering if I could join you?” Jennie glanced over at the young girl with a hopeful smile. Immediately the girl’s face lit up with a bunny like smile that made Jennie want to coo.

“We have plenty of room.” The girl spoke as she nudged Yukhei to scoot further into the circular shaped booth. “I’m Sooyoung. And I’m sure you know these two dumbasses.” Jennie was shocked at how outwardly blunt the girl could be in the presence of the two men. But, instead of the anger Jennie expected to appear, Yukhei and Jaehyun turned to the girl and, very childishly, stuck their tongues out at her.

“What brings you to the cheaper side of town?” Yukhei raised an eyebrow as a small smile on his face.

“A little birdie told me that the barista was worth checking out. But I was much more interested in the macaroons. They’ve got amazing reviews.” Jennie raised an eyebrow at Yukhei. She knows what he’s doing. Yukhei is clearly protective of the people in this café, so he’s testing her to make sure that Jennie isn’t here to cause any harm. Jennie can understand, it’s how she feels about Johnny, Yuta, and Taeyong. Friends, actual, genuine friends, are hard to find in this industry. So when you do find the kind of people who aren’t interested in your status or wealth you protect them in every way possible.

“Oh? And what do you think so far?” It was Jaehyun who spoke up this time as he took a long sip of the dark brown drink sitting in front of him. If Jaehyun is being cautious of Jennie’s presence then she knows that there is someone in this café that these two boys want to protect.

“It all seems to be living up to the expectations.” Jennie grinned her famous gummy smile. “But I only have one question, should I go with the lemon macaroons or the raspberry ones?”

“Lemon! Y/N made them fresh this morning when she came in for her shift. She always makes them with love.” Sooyoung replies enthusiastically.

“Yeah, all the love she can’t give to Taeyong.” Jaehyun snorts. Jennie began to laugh at the blunt nature of the group when she suddenly heard a bang sound from under the table. “Ow! Sooyoung, you’re acting like Jennie isn’t Taeyong’s best friend.”

“Sooyoung, we’ve talked about this. You can’t kick Jaehyun until after his shoot with Louis Vuitton.” Yukhei laughs before placing a small kiss to the small girl’s temple. Jennie watched the interactions between the three friends, and she knew instantly that these were good people.

“Okay, jackass, I mean Jaehyun. I have a lemon blackberry green tea with a brown sugar crusted rim and one single lime wedge.” Suddenly a petite girl girl appeared with a sarcastic grin on her face, clearly exasperated by the group of young adults and their ridiculous orders. Her hair was pushed back by red headband that was patterned with blue flowers and her navy ribbed long sleeve shirt was just low enough to keep you wanting more. Every detail about her was simple, and yet the natural highlights in her hair and the glimmer in her eyes when she smiled knocked the air right out of Jennie’s lungs. This girl was ethereal. Stunning. Gorgeous. She was an absolute angel.

Angel

Fashion Designer AU!, Coffee Shop AU!

Summary: Lee Taeyong is the number one fashion designer in the world, and the most eligible bachelor. Women all around the world are waiting for their chance to become the muse behind the man’s beautiful designs. Enter Y/N. Local coffee shop barista who is trying to get a degree in journalism, and the girl who has stolen the fashion designer’s heart.

💫 Part Nine

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x Reader

** @encounteringme those were fighting words 😤

[smallgayblanket]

OOh - tell me some of your headcannons for the egos?

Ohhh man oh man oh man- which one do i even start with..

I have a load of different HCS that fit certain different spins of how the egos are depending on one what kinda universe they are apart of..

For example, I have one about JJ- Where he was actually made mute by Shawn, except Shawn while his body was puppeted by the ink demon creature that resides within him. (Ive even RP’d a thing with a friend where Shawn’s ink counterpart forced ink into JJ and JJ ended up having his own alter ink persona called Cole.) 

JJ is a bartender- and hes suuuper good at knowing exactly what someone will enjoy as a drink, call it a superpower, he hardly ever goes wrong when asked what he suggests they’d like.   

(Also he has a pocket watch which contains the soul of an old man called Horace who likes to try and provide old man advice to the lad.) 

And although hes a timey fellow, I actually HC’d his ablity would to be to control liquids, his veins in his wrists glow when he does it, its very fancy (and extremely pretty when he can make creatures out of water dance on the surface of the lake)  However over use leads to him suffering an experience of drowning which can be rather dangerous and awfully scary. 

JJ also has a huge fear of knives.

Also I picture him having silver tipped hair, which is just a touch long and flops in his eyes occasionally.

JJ Also suffers malnutrition because of his sore vocal cords/throat. It can be  struggle to get him to eat!. (Did i mention I cannon him as selectively /half mute because he can still talk but its raspy and hurts to do so ? ^^’ ) 

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Jackie

Jackie!! my ladd. Hes a great guy, buff, charming, super big sweetheart too. 

He runs a couple of jobs, depending on where hes at which include: a comic book shop, a gym, or just sneakily hiding in plain sight as a gas station convenience store clerk. 

I HC that his eyes are actually a blue tinted lilac, and glow gold.

He has a red patch in his hair!

Hes v v fast, and buff.

I also had this whole thing about him being able to create glowing golden orbs and if he makes enough of them he can basically make a clone out of orbs, and they copy what he does!

However, I’ve also always adored Phionex! Jackie, who lost his wings and desperately wants to grow them back but despite being reborn from ash they seem to still refuse to resprout. 

Because of  his inhuman nature, he runs really fucking warm! so hes like a human heater.

He gives real good advice, and the bestest fuckin hugs. 

Also for some reason whenever I write him speaking he has a bit of southern in him?

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Robbie

Robbie. Is the softest of lads, he drowns in his sweaters, and as a few autistic traits. Not a fan of big loud noises and crowds and loves soft things to nuzzle up against. Also big oral fixation, boi needs some chew toys.  Hes a good lad, eager to help out and be around the other egos, but also quite the quiet type and happy to sit around at home in his piles of blankets.

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Chase

I totally HC that Chase suffers from Chronic fatigue, which is part of why his depression got so bad and that he tries his best to make use of his energy. Poor guy can get real tuckered out when he pushes himself too hard.

He's always kept the lime green mess on the top of his head, though sometimes it gets more yellow then he means for it to get. 

He has a tattoo dedicated to his kids hidden under his sleeve on his upper arm/shoulder. It's of some cool triangles. One in red for his son, one in purple for his daughter.

He does really well trying to maintain his bro average channel.

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Anti

I kinda have a couple views on Anti, since I love cold asshole murder, and also the possibility of ships with a slightly more misunderstood but softer guy.

Hes got static blue eyes, that you’ll only see if hes being vulnerable or super tired that he cant maintain the scary green glow. 

I have a HC that hes actually a missing part of Jacks soul, hence why he feels so unstable, incomplete and sad. Hes missing all the good bits that Sean has, and is left with a cold fragment of what he could really be.

However he has, and does murder. Though he attempts to murder those who have actually done wrong. 

Very sassy and snappy. Takes alot to get to get to who he actually is.

On the other hand he can just be a fucking ruthless torturer and crazy sadistic asshole who has it out for nearly everyone! 

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Angus!

Survival hunter. Weird accent mix of Australian and Irish. Uses 'mate' 'oi' 'bag a few of them' 

Has a trusty machette. And an epic bow which he's p good at using. Large knowledge of trees and animals and survival.

Wears alot of camo/brown stuff. Loads of pockets. Pocket knife/multitool Hair usually slicked back or messy.

Finger less gloves! Oceany more greeny pale eyes. Totally has some cool studs in his ears- maybe a little wolf fang in the side or something.  Beard more like is soft and fuller and well maintained.

 Freckles??? sunspots?? yes. Also toned n tanned Def has scars. On his neck, over his cheek and right eye. Plenty on his hands from burns and stings. Has some nasty ones on his ankle on his right foot from accidentally encountering a rouge set up bear trap- nearly lost his foot. Because of that theres sometimes a faint limp that's only kinda there when hes sick/tired.

Obviously wears boots.

Eats alot of trail mix.Loves his meat tho.

Also partakes in Woodcarving !!

Sometimes rather foolishly ignores when hes hurt.

Lost his right leg from the knee down to an awful incident with a hippo Has a prosthetic leg. 

Also lost from his elbow down his forearm n hand to a Wedingo.

if he were to have a Home it would basically be a sanctuary. Like a huge property out of the way and secluded.. Nice and private. 

HE HAS A St. Bernard. Big puppo-  Called Baloo.

He grows some cool ass rare flowers, some homegrown vegtables n berries. Maybe even a cashew tree/apple tree. Plenty of shade but also fresh air. 

He has solar panels too so hes basically not needing anyone asides the trip to the shop for like basics he cant acquire like soaps n milk n stuff.

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Blank  

My fucking. Boi. 

Fricking soft boy, his aura is hard to control and sometimes controls him.

He has a rare heart issue which makes him prone to fainting and collapsing without much warning.  Still, he tries.

He mumbles an awful lot, and has boughts where his aura ges really bad and he numbs out..(Usually in the corner of his room, everything dark, and loads of errie whispers..) 

His aura can manifest into dead vines. He can also absorb other auras so they cant affect him/others!

Sometimes stray petals end up in his hair.

He’s truly trying to be a good lad, hes just a bit odd and misguided. He worries he’ll turn into a monster.

He fucking loves the moves Finding Nemo, and Finding Dory, because he can be very forgetful too.

Honestly, fav boi, should write more for him i just l ove him alot okay. 

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KOTS

Personally, I HC that the KOTS is actually called Simon. Occasionally i like to picture him with both ears and tail, but generally hes just a guy in glasses in a red sweater who is generally a little skittish and usually quite frazzled.  However he actually isnt all that dumb, and has quite an extensive knowledge on the forests flora and fauna. 

I did have a really mean HC that hes actually allergic to PB, but only in the sense that it upsets his tum, so like a lactose intolerant person, he eats it and regrets that later.

Also, he has a really nice hanging egg nest thing thats really cushioned and he loves to curl up and sleep there with a nice book.

He’s got really pretty amber eyes too!!

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Edward!!

He fucking loves space!! and Secretly also is not that bad at painting. It's a soothing thing to do in his downtime. 

His favourite treat is anything with white chocolate and raspberry. 

Also, I quite adore my HC that he loses an arm- Either because of upsetting the heads of the household (Dark/Wilford) or because of a house fire. 

(Also this isnt the place to mention it but I did once get excited about the idea of a Google/Edward fusion called Edware.) 

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Yandere  

Nonbinary somewhat MTF.  

They’re a real cutie. but they will punch dickheads without sweat and really just want someone to be their senpai and let them fall for them head over heels without running away..

They have an epic pink katana. Obviously a huge love for japan and its culture and stuff. 

Quite obsessive, but it usually only endangers them for falling so hard that they hurt themselves trying to please their Senpai and beat themselves up over not being worthy or good enough for them when they dont get affection back or end up rejected. 

Also yeah theyre into blood a little bit >.> 

I kinda love the idea of shipping them with Bim and helping him get a supply of ‘meat’ in return Bim gives plenty of affections to satisfy Yans starved nature.