#if anyone wants me to elaborate further on any of these lmk

[dragonery]

My Lgbtq+ headcanons for the riders +big four because it's pride month

Hiccup - transman, straight (likes women)

Astrid - Bisexual, Demiromantic

Merida - Demi-biromantic and Demisexual (she just needs a deep connection with anything ok)

Snotlout - Bi. Do I need to explain why? No. No I don't.

Ruffnut - Non-binary, unlabeled (she does not care enough to label whatever the hell she's interested in)

Tuffnut - Genderfluid, Pan

Fishlegs - Pan

Heather - Lesbian. I will take no criticism thank you.

Rapunzel - Pan

Jack - either straight or at the very least bi curious (we're not quite sure he's sending mixed signals)

[kim-monsterlings]

monster matchy👉👈? im 20 y/o enfp gay man who aspires to work in forensics or in ecology. i like monsters like nagas, merfolk, vampires, demons, fair folk (like the WEIRD ones) and driders. obvs big fan of nature but i also play the guitar and used to be a competitive figure skater. my love language is acts of service, no pref for him. BIG fan of there was only one bed, either sfw/nsft is good (a lil both? lol). hope thats enough info if theyre closed rn lmk ill drop you a kofi when they open

Keir - M Drider x M Human (Reader) // NSFW Monster Match

Anon monster match <3 I hope you love him!

Matches under the read more!

Content: NSFW/Lemon; colleagues to lovers, friends to lovers, flirting, teasing, hints of intimacy (hugging, massaging), only one bed (made of webbing), neck kissing (+ hints of marking), receiving handjob (+ release, not explicit), kissing, allusions to more (+ anal fingering)

Masterlist // Monster Match Info + Masterlist // My Ko-Fi

Headcanon

By necessity some time long ago, the creature you adored now more than any hadn't made the best of first impressions. Creeping from the forest on eight legs trembling worse than leaves he ducked beneath, the drider hesitated several feet before you, pedipalps tucked tight to his abdomen.

Though not the only drider in your company, the camouflage patterns to his darker fur mesmerised you. For how terribly uneasy he was that day - his hand soft in yours, fingers slender and shaking in the briefest of introductions - he hadn't faltered since.

The grace and balance of maneuvering such a large frame enthralled you into admiring him at any opportunity - always endeavouring to without him noticing, though you were certain he had. When his four, glinting eyes crinkled with a smothered mirth, you hid your stares.

It was a curse and blessing that for many weeks, your relationship remained one constrained by professionalism. You worked together brilliantly in discussing plans for sharing land sought after by those in towns and cities, and those living in the woods. With input from those on either perspective, there were tensions.

Until Keir understood you sided with him, not wishing for anyone to be displaced. His proposal was one ensuring everyone retained a fair share, and when he turned to you during his presentation - an attempt to persuade you, his mandibles slackened.

"Really," you said, smothering your laugh as he only swallowed. "I support this. I do."

It felt like it was the first time he looked at you.

Come next morning, Keir brought a warm drink for you - your favourite, and from that day, free time passed together. Where you before enjoyed lunch amongst other colleagues, you preferred the peace of only eating with Keir.

Your working relationship became something more through a blurring of lines.

Before you needed to complain of your exhaustion, gentle touches would comfort you, easing the pain of stress between your temples. When Keir needed to rest his legs after supporting him all day, he would curl at your side, cheek resting against your shoulder.

Travelling together blurred boundaries impossibly more. He remained ever patient through your unsubtle staring, and on a long journey he smiled slightly.

"You can say what's on your mind," he murmured, eyelashes fluttering as he blinked away a light sleep. "You have questions."

Too many to speak of, and he indulged you in all. The journey became a learning experience for each of you; Keir demonstrated how to cradle the delicate webbing often pooling beneath him in sleep, and you helped him learn how to play guitar, an instrument he had a natural affinity for.

Sometimes, he pretended not to, seeking your help, and you would press your bodies tight together, arms against his in explaining the strings once more.

This trip was longer than any other and after the cramped travel, Keir retired sooner to your shared room, the hotel only having the one vacancy when booked.

"Keir?"

Soft humming greeted you. Surrounded by a great expanse of webbing glittering in the late sunlight, the drider was in his element, such a unique sight you were left speechless. It spanned from wall to wall - in place of any beds.

"Oh," he breathed. "I'm sorry. We never share, I... I forgot."

By the depth to the webbing, it was larger than any he had created for himself before, as though made for two. Keir looked down when you reached out, his mandibles chittering when the webbing pulled.

"Do you want to share with me?"

"On my web?"

This time, you didn't hide your smile. "In your arms, too."

Drabble

Times traveling apart were rarer with how important your work was. When Keir returned into the dark forest after parting goodbyes or you venturing into the city further than he was comfortable with, though it stung in the moment - watching your love fade from the sight, their face blurring, it never hurt long. No matter how distanced, knowing your boyfriend was waiting to reunite helped. 

From sharing the night together, your relationship blossomed naturally. That night, you discovered how a drider's web reacted to the softer skin of a human, how it clung to your frame as you woke tucked close to Keir, bound tight. For such a new relationship, you spared no time before returning to that position - bodies entwined, Keir experimenting with spinning softer threads to have your body positioned to his liking. 

Those memories remained with you so clearly when apart, as sweet as those made beyond a bed. 

While you continued to help Keir with the guitar (though how much you helped over hindering was a mystery), he taught you how to hunt, how to scavenge. 

Your initial appraisal held true - that of admiring his grace. It extended beyond the forest planes when you found an iced over lake, one frozen thick enough not to splinter beneath you. Webbing shone on his legs in his excitement. 

Those dates, however sweet, paled against the thrill of reuniting. Keir always arrived first to prepare the room for your stay. With your bags resting in the doorway, your boyfriend pressed close, mandibles nipping at your sensitive nape. He coaxed you into his elaborately woven trap with gentle kisses. 

"Missed you," he whispered, speaking softly as you shivered. "How long do we have?"

Little more than a fortnight before moving on, but you couldn't speak as you arched into the clinging webbing. Slender fingers peeled your clothes back until you were aching and warmed by soft fur to your back. 

"Long enough," you said, "for us to have some fun." 

The slick of his emerging length nudged against your back. "Fun, hey?" 

Hand curled into your hip to steady you, Keir began to grind himself against your thighs. He stroked over your twitching cock and sighed when you managed to turn to steal a soft kiss, the first always the sweetest after so long apart. 

Desperate for him and whatever he would give you, bucking into his flexing palm became a mindless reflex, seeking the high he was so quick to give you. Your bodies warmed against his webbing when you leaned into him, his touches turning lower. 

Two weeks had barely begun, and you were aching already.

[bunnyinthestars]

Adrien is definitely gonna take Emilie’s place in a coma (A Theory)

Yeah so I mean the title of this is exactly what I’m pretty sure is gonna happen. This is because there has been a huge load of foreshadowing and some other subtler reasons I will be going over in this post. Of course, there’s always a chance it won’t happen, but if it didn’t I think I’d be pretty surprised considering just the amount of evidence thats going into this.

(Also sorry ahead of time for the structure of this, I tried to structure this based on my specific reasons for this theory but I kind of went off on tangents in some places and in others I use ideas that I assume come with the theory and don’t necessarily fit into any specific reason (like Emilie coming back to life and what would happen there, why Adrien and not Nathalie, and loosely how theyd get Adrien out of the coma), although I mosty stick to the structure I still want to add this disclaimer just so you’re aware that I wrote this in one go at midnight (also wait right now its 12:10am it is now ten minutes into my birthday??? ok ignoring that))

I dont know man. Just consider what I have to say. Or dont. I will be listing my reasons starting now.

1. Imagery of Adrien being in comatose state/ in a coffin-like thing.

This is surprisingly common??? Off the top of my head I can think of Style Queen and Riposte (I believe) which involve this. In Style Queen, Audrey in the form of her akumatized self had essentially kidnapped Adrien and put him in this gold/glass coffin thing that disintegrated the longer it remained untouched. The other one is Riposte, where Ladybug hides Adrien in that big sarcophogus in the Louvre (he didn’t stay in it but still the imagery is there.)

I also just remembered in Chameleon when Lila took Adrien’s form he was asleep/in a comatose state in that locker and Plagg was like “aw man am I gonna have to kiss him.....” but then Adrien wakes up because Lila stole someone else’s form

EDIT: another instance of Adrien/Chat Noir being shoved into a sarcophagus (besides Riposte) is in Pharaoh in season 1

So yes there is definitely a good number of foreshadowing for this. I might take this further and say if Adrien were to go comatose and be in the coffin Emilie was in then Felix might replace him for some amount of time?? Like impersonate him amd stuff?? Just because there’s lots of stuff in the show with impersonation I feel like it could work aNYWAY BACK TO THE EVIDENCE I KNOW ITS A TANGENT

2. Possible evidence foreshadowing Emilie *inadvertantly* killing (not killing but making comatose you get it) Adrien

This one is not as strong as the first but its worth considering. I was googling the word “mayura” just out of curiosity a while back and basically its a peacock in Hindu stories (like peacocks are a kinda revered animal) and I just initially found a couple websites that said that the mayura has been depicted eating a snake as a symbol of the cycle of time (you dont have to read this part in parenthesis, its just kind of a tangent: the cycle of time as known in Hinduism is another aspect of Hinduism directly referenced in the show: the horse/space miraculous kwami Kaalki’s name is a reference to the prophecied tenth avatar/reincarnation of the god Vishnu, and he is referenced in the Kalachakra tantra which is basically a Hindu book about the cycle of time. Keep in mind I got all this from wikipedia and other internet websites, I do not practice Hinduism and I dont directly know anybody who does, so if any of this is wrong pls lmk because there is surprisingly not a lot of information on the internet about it from what I could tell)

So anyways yes peacock (mayura) eating snake representing the cycle of time. Both Luka and Adrien are represented in the show as the snake, but ultimately I think the snake here represents Adrien just because it makes more sense (Snake Noir, future Alix’s tattoo depicts a snake to be Adrien and is meant to represent Adrinette, Adrien just has some shifty stuff going on with the snake in general etc) and thus, if Gabriel manages to actually get the ladybug and black cat miraculouses and make the wish to bring Emilie to life, then this “mayura” analogy (assuming Emilie as the mayura in this scenario) would make sense if her life brought upon Adrien losing his.

The reason I dont think it would refer to Nathalie even though her official name is Mayura is for pretty much two sub-reasons. The first is that I think she is going to die before this wish happens. I know, its a kids show, whatever, but consider it. The Agreste/Graham de Vanily family has a trend of having opposite names [I am so sorry I literally first heard this from a tumblr user but I cannot remember who I just remember they had made a string of theories on why Emilie Agreste will not be who she seems to be so credit to them I did not discover that] for example the name Gabriel means hero/angel, Felix means happy/fortunate, Adrien means dark, etc, and Nathalie Sancoeur means “birthday (of Christ)” and “heartless” respectively. We already know she is not heartless but rather full of heart because she has fallen in love with Gabriel. So then,,,,,,,,,, the opposite of birth is death. She’s already shown to be pretty sick too despite the peacock miraculous having been “fixed” (as of the New York special being the most recent piece of content). I’m sorry guys I do not make the rules

stop why his face look like that though

The second part of why I think this is a little stupid but. The original art released by Jeremy Zag for Mayura does not look like Nathalie. Plus this art was only released under the name of “the Peacock” (originally Le Paon in French) so it might not actually be the Mayura we know as of now. Now, theoretically, it could be that they had made this art before they knew they wanted Nathalie to be Mayura or just as art depicting what Emilie would have been like as the peacock miraculous holder, and it could literally just be Nathalie. When you compare the images, though, the original Mayura art looks far more like Emilie and a lot less like Nathalie. Yes I am aware this is stupid just know this is only a minor point

I dont know man those faces do not look the same to me and the original Mayura definitely had Emilie’s eye shape and face shape in mind. They might’ve changed it after making the concept art but my point still stands

Ok next reasoning

Again not a very strong point but sometimes dialogue just implies things in Miraculous and I can think of a very specific quote that would fit this happening, and there are probably more that I just dont know to look for since I dont have this whole show memorized

So the quote is from Startrain after Gabriel loses control of the akuma then learns about the Startrain having been akumatized with Adrien on board, and he says “hoping that my enemies will save my son..... how ironic.” When I first heard this quote I really, really felt like it was foreshadowing something just based on his tone and the way this new idea was being introduced of him having to be on the same side as Ladynug and Chat Noir for once, even if it was just temporary. This quote absolutely is indicative to me of a future event in which he’ll have to work with his “enemies” to save his son. A situation in which Adrien is in comatose would perfectly align with this. At least for how I would predict the show would make it, Gabriel would have to turn away from Emilie (who represents the past for him, and this action would therefore represent moving on) and join forces with Ladybug/Marinette, his “enemy”, to save Adrien.

Onto the last reason!

Emilie is probably definitely coming back. Which means someone’s going into a coma in her place.

I mean come on it would be so anticlimactic if they just caught Gabe before he fulfilled his wish. Plus with the way they are outlining Emilie to be this perfect golden being is definitely because its going to far contrast with how she will actually turn out. This doesnt really support the Adrien thing in particular but honestly it would also be anticlimactic of the coma was for anyone else. If it was Nathalie, then yeah itd suck for Adrien I guess but like???? Doesn’t really connect the plots as much. Whereas if its Adrien, that brings Marinette into it, that gives her a powerful as heck conflict. Im guessing they would also somehow resolve his coma with “the power of love” mentioned in the theme song, just because of the foreshadowing with like waking someone up with a true love’s kiss (think Plagg in Chameleon, I guess the rose in Style Queen, maybe Alya’s story to Manom in Stormy Weather if we’re strecthing it....)

TL;DR: Adrien is probably gonna go comatose (like Emilie did) at some point because its been pretty foreshadowed (think Style Queen, Riposte, and even Chameleon), because of the legend surrounding the Hindu “mayura” peacock eating a snake representing time (wow that was not a sentence ok then), because Gabriel has previously foreshadowed having to work with his enemies to save his son, and also just because it would be super awesome and allow each character involved to have a pretty fulfilling conflict and arc.

(all images from the miraculous ladybug wiki excluding the piece of art depicting the mayura which is from murugan.org)

I hope however took the time to read this post enjoyed this theory, sometimes I have really random yet detailed theories regarding this show and I wanted to share this one because if I’m right then this will be proof I had predicted it, also you guys could possibly elaborate on it. I’m all for friendly discussions folks fr

If this doesn’t end up happening the theory is still awesome and they should have done it, and if it does my ego will probably expand and hopefully they will make it as awesome as it seems like it would be. Sorry if the structure of this post is not great, but thank you for reading. I appreciate you, have a wonderful week :)

[everything-laito]

What do you think that Yui did different that didn't made Laito feel tediousness, other than being supportive and being able to break his walls? I know that she is the surrogate of the player so her writing is limited, but I never found her that unique, of the few characterisation given to her.

Ooooh! Interesting question, anon! This will be fun. 

Ok first of all, Yui’s character has quite a bit of characterization and development to her. Yes she’s the “surrogate” character, but compared to other otome games like Mystic Messenger, she has enough writing to her to be treated both as the player character,  but also as a character on her own. 

You are entitled to your own opinion, and I’m not here to change that despite me disagreeing, but I am going to list some examples of unique Yui related characterization. If you’re talking about her in the anime, she’s completely watered down and is written very poorly. As always, rant under the cut!

Before I get into the specifics of her character with Laito, one of the big things about Yui’s character at first is definitely her relationship with religion. She’s a Roman Catholic I believe, which is a pretty strict denomination of Christianity. I don’t practice a religion, but I do have some Catholic friends and my family is Methodist, so I do have some brushes with that specific religion. Catholicism these days are all over the place, sure it’s more strict (from what I’ve heard) compared to other Christian denominations, but some people who are Catholic these days are more lenient and just take the Bible with a grain of salt. That goes for all denominations of all sorts of religions; there’s a lot of conflict with what’s “right” practice and what’s “wrong.” However I’m just talking about Catholicism now from what I know. 

We do know that Yui was brought up in a pretty strict area. It’s canon that she wanted to be a nun as well. She was prepared to be devoted to her god for the rest of her life. In Laito’s chapter, she still continued to pray to god and to ask them for help, despite all the awful things Laito has put her through. The reason why I believe she can be a character of her own and not a surrogate character is this niche characterization given to her. I’d say most people playing DL aren’t Catholic, so putting in specific writing stuff such as that doesn’t make her a typical “surrogate character.” 

Yui’s an extremely strong female character, and her religious belief definitely gives her strength, and many people in real life also gets strength from their beliefs as well. Again, I’m not sure how that works personally, but I do know it gives most people some kind of optimism, and you can extract that from Yui’s reactions.

Yui doesn’t break easily because of her optimism and caring nature. She doesn’t feel too alone in the Sakamaki mansion because she has her god, so it doesn’t make her despair easily. I know I’m talking about one niche characterization given to her, but I’ll be talking about more as I continue with Laito in the picture. 

Laito definitely has a corruption kink. He projects what Cordelia did to him on poor Yui. He’s attracted to Yui’s innocence and says this in Limited V of HDB in Dark 07:

“Haa…Such an innocent smell of someone who does not know what it’s like to be defiled yet. Say…Become more and more dirty until you’ve fallen. Show me that side of you who has genuinely surrendered themselves to me.” (Limited V edition)

A motif I’ve come across Laito’s route is him telling Yui that he will make her “fall.” I use my translations from @/dialovers-translations, and at the beginning of Laito’s route, she makes this T/N to this quote:

Laito: The pleasure that comes from falling. (4)

Vee: (4) The verb 落ちる or ‘ochiru’ used here literally means to fall, such as falling from a building, etc. However, it can always be used to refer to ‘falling’ in the sense of giving in to lust or any other vice. (Think of English expression like ‘fallen angel’) 

Laito references this many times throughout his HDB route. He claims a couple of times that he likes to take his “sweet time” tainting Yui. He’s taken a liking to her because of her purity. I believe Yui probably reminded Laito of himself. I elaborate on this even more in this analysis as well. 

I mention in that analysis that Laito takes a liking to Yui because he considers her as a challenge. Not only does he take pleasure in making others “fall” to make himself feel better about himself and more powerful (I’ve said this before but he’s a typical bully), but he also gets bored easily. Laito mentioned how he’s never met a girl like Yui. She’s stubborn and sticks to her own morals, and it takes a bit of time to make her completely give up her own morals and fit them to Laito’s. It takes until the Ecstacy prologue for her to ask herself if she has a right in praying to them anymore. It’s also mentioned how someone has never survived this long into the awakening before. Either the process is too much for the girls, or the brothers just get bored and find the sacrificial bride a nuisance. 

On top of Yui continuously being caring to Laito (I don’t mean not standing up for herself, because she definitely does that; although it doesn't faze Laito) and entertaining to him, there is the mystery of her blood being Cordelia’s. Obviously we know the answer to that, but Laito didn’t, and he found it more peculiar as well. Here’s another post in regards to that as well that someone else wrote. Yui’s also smart, and although Laito has power over her, she continues to try to outwit him and stick to her guns. She does that a lot in MB from what I remember, although I can’t think of specific examples (if anyone has any, please lmk!). By then in MB, she kinda knew how Laito ticked mid route, and was able to get her way temporarily by tricking him. 

This kind of went all over the place I apologize, I just love Yui and her character. It breaks my heart at the end of Laito’s route with her saying she doesn’t deserve to believe in her religion anymore and the one thing that got her through most of Laito’s character was crumbling. I’m not even religious like I mentioned and that even got me in the heart. It’s scary how someone can do that.

I hope I was able to answer (and if this mess made any sense haha) but if you have any further questions or need more clarification, don’t hesitate to reach out, anon! 

[crushzone]

Hi Nin! I know this might be weird of me to ask because you are an artist yourself, but I am rather new here and was wondering if you have any other artists you'd recommend? If not that is ok!

Hi there, not weird at all! I LOVE supporting fellow artists, I find their wonderful talent and dedication incredibly inspiring, seeing their beautiful works on my feed constantly reminds me to take a step back from my exhaustion and to simply remember why I love to draw to begin with: because it’s fun.

I’m usually really picky about artists I follow and their style, but when I find the ones that I enjoy, I go ALL OUT with my support. So without further ado, the following artists listed are those I am not only in love with, but those who I genuinely look up to. 

So make sure you stop by their page to show them some love and appreciation for their hard work (because hard work extends beyond the individual pieces they’ve made, it’s also for the countless hours they’ve spent on practicing and perfecting their craft, constantly challenging themselves to learn new techniques). 💛

👇🏼👇🏼 Nin’s Artist Recommendation👇🏼👇🏼

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@aku-jumbi - HQ!!, Various, You all had seen me share a BUNCH of their works on my blog, but it’s just because their art is so SOOOOOOOOO good. Your style leans toward photorealism, while still maintaining its painting-like quality, so if you had ever wondered how your favorite characters may look like irl, they’ve got you!!! Watching your speed painting is so fascinating, idk how you do it, but you’re always killing it every time (Like our process is so different, so it was really interesting to see how you approach your works you know?). This piece of Kei Tsukishima and Oikawa Tooru are two of my favorite works you’ve done!

@achieve-the-sun - HQ!!, Various, Let me start off by saying that I love Morghy’s art so much, that they are the first and only person I had ever commissioned from so far. They drew Keishin and I sooo adorably, it brings me so much joy to look at it on the daily. Your style reminds me of freshly baked cookies, or the warmth of bakeries, I can’t help but feel a sense of coziness whenever I look at your adorable artworks. This piece you did of Kageyama and Hinata was what had drawn me to you. Everything from your color choices, fluid gestures, and expressions are such a delight to look at!

@chaotickatts - HQ!! I am so in love with Katts, you all. I had never seen anyone draw like this, her style is really unique. I can go on forever about why I love your art, but one of the biggest things that drew me to your style is the way you draw bodies. I like the variation and realistic details you include, for instance, I absolutely adore the way you gave Sakusa more moles on his body, and the way you drew dad bod Osamu. Idk, I think there’s so many different types of body shapes and details out there, and it brings me joy to see you being so inclusive of them in your art.

@namusw - Hunter x Hunter. Was drawn to their Hunter x Hunter works and I don’t even watch/read that manga. Honestly, just check them out, I love everything about their works, they are also a killer at both traditional and digital styles. This piece of Hisoka, Illumi, and Chrollo was the one that made me fall in love.

@cranbearly - HQ!! I really adore the way they draw expressions and their coloring style (inspired me to attempt some flat coloring). This piece of Oikawa and Iwa made me follow them instantly. Expressions are so difficult to nail, and you’ve done such an amazing job conveying every emotion the characters are feeling, I’ve learned so much just from looking at your works, so thank you for blessing us with your craft.

@a-zebra-was-here - HQ!! Their art has a very carefree type of vibe and their coloring style brings me so much joy. I’ve really enjoyed your drawings of the Miyas’, this piece of the twin was what got me, and this other piece, the first image of young Miyas’ was so SO well done, I am in love with the way you colored that. 😻 

@erionmakuo - Various, dude....I want to cry, I don’t even know what to say, EVERY SINGLE PIECE of your artworks just BLOWS ME AWAY. The way you color your art is just so ethereal, the color schemes you had chosen, the way you mix the color of your lighting, textures, and everything in general, I can go on about this all day but just hop on to their blog and you will know exactly what I mean. I don’t have a particular piece that drew me in because I was blessed by all your works at once.

@uranarino - HQ!!, Your artworks bring me so much joy. If I have to describe your style like an experience in life, I would say it reminds me of how it’s like to fall in love with someone for the first time, if that makes sense. That sudden overwhelming feeling you get when you’re doing the most mundane things with someone you care about, only for time to stop as you realize how in love you are with them? Yea, your art captures that really well. These two pieces of Kuroo returning home with his groceries and of him taking a day nap with his cats was what had drawn me to you.

@queenoftheantz - HQ!!, Various, Their style is really unique, it kind of reminds me of an adventurous graphic novel or something you would see on Cartoon Network (idk, I thought of Chowder, but please, I really mean it as a compliment, I just really love the fun cartoon style you have.) They also do some animations! I really love this piece of Kyotani you did, the landscape and colors look SOO GOOD!!

@noodlemanjpg - HQ!!, Various, love LOVE your style and the way you draw expressions. I also really love how you color, your works “appear” effortless, but I know a lot of knowledge and precision is put into crafting it. This piece of Kuroo x Yaku being all cozy at the couch was what had drawn me to your blog, it makes me smile every time I look at it. Kuroo’s smitten expression is just...ahsdl;adjs I can’t help but smile with him.

@diabolism666 - HQ!!, c’mon, you can’t be in the HQ!! fandom without at least seeing one of their artworks. In fact, I had seen your art even before I’ve gotten into this show, and it was love at first sight, lemme tell ya. EVERY. SINGLE. THING. you had drawn are so good, it doesn’t even matter if it’s a more simplistic drawing or elaborate one, I am just always staring at it in awe. Thank you for being so incredibly active about it too, idk how, but you’ve produced so many amazing drawings and we’re just incredibly grateful for it. You draw some of best Tendou, Reon and Toshi out there. Your works have so much range, I really feel like you can draw ANYTHING hahaha.

@viria​ - Various, Viria *sobs* your works are so good. The way you draw faces and affection just gives me butterflies. I don’t even watch Fullmetal Alchemist, but this piece you did of Edward and Winry made me fall so deeply in love with your works. Your style has a certain softness to it, even when it is of an angry character, and I love it.

@nipuni​ - Various, another artist that I am incredibly nervous to tag because your works are just out of the world. You also seem so so nice and is always incredibly helpful whenever anyone sends you an ask. Just...I have the biggest crush on you and your works. EVERYTHING you had drawn is so stunning, and I mean it. The details, pose, composition, and coloring, it is just so perfect, I could pull up particular artworks, but I was really blessed by it all at once. If you are into fantasy-esque realistic looking portraits, check her out, she exudes so much knowledge and talent.

@hinamihere - HQ!!, Your artworks are soo stinkin adorable. Your color choices, expressions and the way you draw hair is just so cute, your art always bring the biggest smile to my face. This piece you did of Akaashi and Bokuto was what drew me to you, when I saw it, I “awhhh”ed so loudly, my hubby had to ask me what’s up, and when I showed it to him, he had the same reaction, even if he’d never seen Haikyuu!!

@oxxuri - BNHA, so SO good, the way you color, light, and draw is so beautiful. Every single detail, down to every lashes and strands of hair is so beautiful. You draw some of the most attractive faces I had ever seen, these drawings of Aizawa and Midoriya brings me so SOOOO much joy, and I don’t even know anything about BNHA.

@amezure - HQ!!, their comic strips always make my day, I was giving their blog a peep so I can pull up specific examples and my statement is instantly confirmed when I stumbled across their newest comic art of Kuroo and Bokuto and started laughing HAHA. 😂 Your self study sheets are incredibly informative and I find myself referencing them often, it’s so nice to see my favorite artists continue to polish their craft through endless amounts of studying, practice, and analysis. It serves as a constant reminder for myself to do the same. I love the way you draw people (check out this piece of Bokuto x Akaashi), but I ESPECIALLY love the way you draw animals. (Specifically anything that has to do with lil owl Bo and Akaashi 🥺)

@obobro - Avatar the Last Airbender, HQ!!, I am absolutely in love with the way you color and draw portraits. Your drawing and detailing has so much range; you have a series of hand drawings, and that alone already displays so SO much range. I was really drawn in by this drawing of Tsukki, Zuka + Azula, and of Sokka + Katara, you can really tell they were related and I love it so much. Your art has so much life to it, it’s truly fascinating. 

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I have a couple more artists to recommend, so if you’d like a part 2 to this, please lmk.

But yes, I genuinely stand by my recommendations, these guys are so SO good at what they do and I am currently sweating because the thought of tagging all my artist crushes in one post is actually kinda scary lol.

Hope this helps! ✌️ 

[lukeyhughes]

so the other day i reblogged a post and vagued about my issues with gk’s framing of iraqi tragedies in the tags, which was then replied to and that reply was circulated. while the reply was awesome/insightful/interesting i feel like my original point sorta got lost in the shuffle. i wasnt going to make a post about this for a bit but i feel like its been consuming my thoughts all day so i’ll elaborate what i meant under the cut! 

gen kill is david simon show, so like all david simon shows the thesis is “people exist in inside of a broken system.” in this case, the broken system is the marine corps chain of command and the people are the marines who have to carry out senseless orders. this is shown in many ways, including pointless dangerous missions (see: the bridge, danger close, etc.), how capable enlisted men are vs. most officers, how the “only good officer” nate is punished for rational choices, and how the marines have their spirits crushed because they are forced to senselessly kill iraqi civilians.

when i was in first year of undergrad i took an african studies class that in one seminar problematicized coverage of the Rwandan Genocide: how many times have you heard/read a Romeo Dallaire interview/account? how many times have you read/heard an interview from a genocide survivor? how many times have you seen pictures of bodies/skulls of genocide victims? the answer for the average person is a lot, hardly ever, a lot. with the iraq invasion, the questions would be: how many times have you heard the accounts of coalition soldiers about the iraq war across media types? how many times have you heard accounts of it from the iraqi civilian perspective? how many times have you seen statistics regarding the amount of iraqi civilian casualties? a lot, hardly ever, a lot.

that is all to say that in western media/society we are very comfortable listening to white narratives and just seeing brown bodies, which translates into only hearing white narratives of the tragedies of the deaths of others in foreign countries. in generation kill, iraqi civilian casualties/fatalities/tragedies are framed so that we feel sympathy for the marines that caused them as opposed to those suffering. that is not to say that we as the audience do not feel sympathy (i certainly do!) but it is because of our own internal empathy, not the narrative framing of the show.

let’s take a look at three of the biggest cases of iraqi civilian tragedy and how they’re framed in the show:

first, when rudy goes up to the roadblock and sees the dead little girl in episode 4. we get quite a few shots of the father’s shell-shocked face, but just as many are shots of rudy’s horror/sadness; we watch him walk away from behind from rudy’s perspective and we see that rudy is unable to look away from them. rudy didn’t actually have anything to do with it (aside from abetting i suppose), but even when he gets back to camp the show makes sure to illustrate how affected by it he is, ignoring brad and ray who call out to him. this one is actually surprisingly gk’s best example of eliciting sympathy for iraqi casualties; however, the focus of the scene is still on rudy and the father’s reaction is still mostly used to contribute to rudy’s guilt/horror.

the next scene is the little shepherd boys who were shot by trombley while out with their camels. we see the mom crying over her son, but its basically background noise and is if anything used to further the marines’ (particularly brad and doc bryan to a lesser extent) guilt at causing the situation. we know this because her actions don’t exist independently: they are used for the marines to react to. we also get considerably more shots of marines looking on in horror than her crying about her son. brad’s guilt/sadness about the subject is dwelled on for about twenty minutes over the next two episodes, longer than any of the actual victims’ screen-time dedicated to their feelings combined.

the worst scene is the man in the white car, which sets off the main drama for the next episode. we get why walt did it- the show goes out of its way to make sure that we do- but at the end of the day a man is still dead, likely for no reason. in the aftermath we get about a hundred heartbreaking shots of walt’s shocked face, with a few of brad thrown in as well. on the other hand, we get no shots of the people in the car being horrified at seeing someone they know lobotomized. we just see them run away, no sadness no horror no nothing: from the show’s narrative perspective, this man’s death has no impact on anybody except for walt and the other marines. to make matters worse the man’s face is only shown when the marines notice how horrifyingly disfigured his body is; to me this is robbing the real man of his dignity even in death. 

let’s take a step back and look at gen kill’s general portrayal of iraqis. we don’t really get to see the marines interact with civilians until they reach baghdad when they go into rundown neighbourhoods. here, the iraqi men are portrayed as greedy and dumb, cutting in front of children and not understanding that there are other types of government. that’s not to say that that didn’t happen in real life- i’m sure it did- but it’s essentially the ONLY view of iraq civilians we get: ignorant, greedy, backwards, etc. deadass the only sympathetic iraqi characters in episode 7 are children, where we get a couple of UNICEF-esque shots of doc bryan holding crying kids to drive home that guilt factor. i bring this up because it means that the iraqi characters are not written so that you feel bad for them or empathize with their terrible situation. instead, the narrative wants you to empathize with the marines (in this case, particularly nate) who feel guilty for causing this chaos that they can’t do anything to fix it. 

the only other time iraqi civilians even have lines is when a refugee women tells brad about how he is destroying her home, but even then the point of that isn’t really her pain but how brad feels guilty/ashamed about what the usmc (an institution that is part of identity more than anyone else) is doing that; also she’s attacking brad who really had nothing to do with the baghdad situation and already feels guilty about other things, so its just creating more material for brad’s identity/guilt crisis and our sympathies for it.

all of this to say is that in basically every single case civilian tragedies don’t exist in the narrative on their own: they are used for the marine main characters to react to: the village. the truck crew. the men at the roadside. even the syrian student.

also @sunnygreys replied to some tags i made alluding to this issue. you should read what they wrote bc it’s a really interesting counterweight to what i’m saying and offers a different perspective. but anyway basically they mention certain lines where people are like “no ones forcing us to be here.” particularly notable was when godfather says that no one is forced to be here because they’re all volunteers in episode 3. my view of this has always been that saying that is ignorance on his part and another symptom of the broken command system. godfather chose to be career military,  he chose to accept the mission, he chose to change the ROE, etc: there was no gun to his head. for the enlisted men, the ones on the bottom who actually carried out the mission that injured the boys, they are pretty much being forced to be there by their circumstances. out of all the marines we interact with in the series, im pretty sure brad is the only enlisted man who comes from wealth and by extension had other options, while most others either implicitly or explicitly grew up in impoverished/unstable households: poverty is the new draft. thats sorta between the lines, but i imagine david simon knows that because of his previous work on poverty. what isnt between the lines is that the command system DOES force men in lower ranks to “be there” and carry out order: they can get NJPed for disobeying, they sign contracts that they’ll be dishonourably discharged and lose their benefits if they break, etc. there’s no gun to their head physically but metaphorically its pretty close. to me at least, those lines are not narratively placed to make us sympathize less with the marine main characters but instead to make us sympathize with them even more, because it shows how disconnected command really is. david simon is a huge dick irl but he’s a really clever writer.

again, i reiterate that we as the audience likely feel sympathy for the iraqi population because for most people its naturally sad when people die/get injured/etc. i think a lot of points i made and ones made by @sunnygreys can be mutually true, but the main difference being that i really don’t believe that gk’s intention was to make us step back and reflect on our sympathy with the “oppressors:” i really do think that’s who the show intends for us to sympathize with most based on their choices in camera shots, who says what, etc. that doesn’t mean we can’t step back and reflect, as i hope many of us have, i just think that was an unintended consequence. (if i’m misconstruing what you said please lmk and ill edit!)

that being said, can’t think of a way that generation kill could have done better in this regard based on the book/characters it had. the marines ARE the main characters and by conventional standards its their narrative/feelings/growth that matters. but just because there may have been no other way doesn’t make it unproblematic. its another example of western media using violence against nameless, distant foreigners for their own horror. 

there are people wandering this earth who are dealing with the loss of the man in the white car, the little girl at the roadblock, an entire village. those little boys, if they’re still alive, probably have to deal with the severe injuries they got when they were shot by marines. those slums of baghdad may still be in unstable today and have likely lost community members due to sanitation/hunger/violence. imagine knowing that there is a show out there where you or your loved ones are being used as a plot device to make viewers feel sympathy for the ones who put you in those positions. i sympathize deeply with the marines of GK, but i can imagine how hard it would be to be in the iraqi population’s place watching yourself and your experiences interpreted in a way dissociated from your own suffering so that the primary victimhood can be placed on the ones who did it to you. 

in conclusion, i love gen kill a lot. i love the story and the characters, and i think its an effective story in terms of achieving what it seeks to achieve. i think it’s okay to love something and be critical of it. also if western media companies weren’t cowards and weren’t scared of losing american military financial contributions they would make a miniseries about the iraqi people who were terrorized by american invaders, including the ones we love in gk!

[ughseoks-main]

fairgrounds

peter parker x reader

requested by @marvelous-maddi: Can I get one where Peter and the reader go to a fair, and at the beginning they're going as friends, but at one point in the night, they ride the ferris wheel and Peter (or reader) admits their feelings for eachother???

word count: 1.8k

warnings: literally just a shit ton of fluff!

a/n: hehe this one is a cutie that i squeezed out in an hour and half between two different netflix binges. so don’t judge it too hard. lmk what ya think!

- masterlist -

“Really?” you huffed out before letting your head drop backwards, frustration coursing through your veins. You took a minute to pout before looking back up, reading the text over again before shooting an annoyed Ok. in response.

Your boyfriend, Chris, had just cancelled on you again. In all honesty, you weren’t very surprised. The two of you had been dating for 5 months, but lately, it felt like you were drifting apart. 

You couldn’t really be mad at him about the situation, because he wasn’t the only one pulling away. Neither of you were really that interested anymore, but you were both too scared to actually break it off.

Tap, tap, tap.

You jumped up at the sound, unable to conceal the smile that appeared on your face when you glanced out the window. It was none other than Peter Parker, your lifelong best friend who always managed to show up at just the right time.

“Everything okay?” he asked after crawling through the now open window, being sure to close it behind him. “You seem a little down.”

“Eh,” you shrugged, “Chris cancelled on me again. It’s okay though, I kinda saw it coming. I just don’t have anyone to go to the fair with anymore.”

“That really sucks,” Peter sat down onto the floor, making a light thump noise, “Hey, if you want, I could go with you to the fair—”

“Really?” you squealed, jumping up from your spot on the bed, “Yes! It’ll be so much fun! We can ride the dropper, and the swings, and then the ferris wheel…”

As you continued to elaborate on all of the fun you’d have, you never once noticed Peter’s gaze. It followed you from the floor as you walked in circles, and his cheeks were tinted a rosy pink. His crush on you was common knowledge to most at this point, but you’d remained blissfully unaware.

“Y-yeah,” he smiled, “I can’t wait!”

— -

“Come on, Pete!” you tugged his hand and dragged him forward as he stumbled behind you.

“I am coming!”

You halted to a stop at the ticket booth before giving the cashier a big smile. “Two wristbands, please!”

She glanced between you and Peter before speaking back through the small silver mic. “That’ll be twenty dollars with the added couples discount.”

“O-oh, we’re not—” Peter began, only to be interrupted by you.

“Great!” you slid a twenty dollar bill across the counter, winking at Peter when the lady slid back two wristbands in return.

“Why’d you do that?” he asked with curiosity as you walked away from the booth. He quickly fastened your bracelet onto your wrist, holding out his own for you to help with once he’d finished.

“It saved us some money, didn’t it?” you shrugged, “Fairs are expensive enough as it is, and we’re broke highschoolers. I’ll take all the discounts I can get.”

As the night continued on, you and Peter hopped from ride to ride, letting out yelps of joy as they spun you around. You even played a few games, winning a large stuffed Spider-Man from Peter.

“It looks just like you!” you giggled, squeezing it tight to your chest. It was soft, and just the perfect size to snuggle with. Peter laughed lightly in return, secretly wishing that you’d hug him like that one day, too.

— -

“Let’s ride the ferris wheel before we leave!” it was a few hours since you’d arrived at the fair when you pointed in the direction of the large ride, the lights reflecting in your eyes. Peter nodded in agreement, and before you knew it, he was above you in the white cart, extending a hand for you to grab.

“Why thank you, good sir,” you winked, taking his hand as he gently pulled you up into the cart.

He bowed down jokingly before taking his seat. “Of course, M’lady.”

You giggled, which made him giggle, which evolved into a laugh, which just made you laugh even harder. It was a laughing fit; one that left your stomach aching even after the giggles died down.

You couldn’t remember the last time Chris had made you laugh like that.

The cart was moving up slowly as the operators allowed more people to board, eventually allowing you to reach the top of the wheel and sit there for a moment. The view was beautiful; you could see all the lights of the fair below you, but beyond that the city in the distance lit up the night sky. There were almost no clouds, and the stars were shining brighter than you’d ever seen.

“Wow,” Peter breathed, gazing out across the fairgrounds, “It’s really pretty up here.”

You were about to agree, but for some reason, your voice caught in your throat. Something about the way his curls swayed in the breeze and the way his brown eyes lit up with adoration rendered you speechless.

“So, how are things with Chris?” the second Peter uttered those words, the spell was broken, and you were brought back into reality.

“Uh…” you paused, unsure of how to answer, “To tell you the truth, I really don’t know. I feel like… our relationship has kinda died out, ya know? We haven’t seen each other in like, two weeks, but it hasn’t really affected me. I think that we’re just holding on because neither of us want to be the one to end things, but there isn’t anything there for us anymore. Plus… I think I’ve been slowly falling for somebody else.”

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you really weren’t that upset over Chris. You felt like you barely knew him anymore. Not only that, but you felt like he might be holding you back from finding somebody else; somebody you really had a future with.

“Maybe you should tell the person how you feel…”

Your head jerked up as you looked into the sparkling eyes of Peter. “M-Maybe I will…”

He gave you a soft smile, but as soon as you grabbed his hand, his eyes blew open in shock.

“Pete?” you whispered, casting your gaze to the worn out gray floor of the cart, “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course—” you were already interrupting him before he could finish his sentence, too nervous to hold it in any longer.

“I really like you. A lot. A lot lot.” It was silent for a moment before he lightly grasped your chin, tilting your head up so you were gazing into his eyes. They were bright and happy, and you were almost certain that you could feel the warmth radiating from them.

“Y/N, I…” his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips a few times before he leaned in, only to be stopped by a finger placed lightly on his lips.

“I’m not single yet, Parker,” you raised an eyebrow at him, “I may like you, but I’m no cheater. This can’t go any further until Chris and I are officially done.”

“Of course, of course,” he nodded and rubbed the back of his neck, the blush on his cheeks standing out against his skin, “I don’t know what I was thinking. I really am an idiot.”

“Only sometimes,” you winked, laughing when he lightly punched your arm, “I’ll talk to Chris as soon as I can. Hopefully he’s free tomorrow.”

— -

“See you around?” the blonde haired boy in front of you asked, tilting his head to the side with a slight smile on his face. Even during a time like this, you had to admire his ability to see the best in every situation.

“Of course, Chris,” you threw him a wave before heading your own way.

As much as the two of you had been expecting this to happen, it still hurt more than you’d thought it would. You weren’t really heartbroken… just a little sad. Even though the relationship had really been dying for a while, it was still the official end of something that had made you happy at one point in time.

You’d been 100% honest with Chris, explaining that what had happened at the fair had really opened your eyes. You made it clear that you hadn’t done anything dishonest with Peter, but you had developed feelings for him near the end of your relationship. Chris was understanding, even explaining to you that he was in a really similar situation with a girl named Liz who lived down his street.

Although you were somewhat upset, you were happy that you could both leave the relationship on amicable terms.

— -

Later that night, you were watching a movie with Peter in your backyard, laying out on a blanket on the grass. His arm was around your shoulders, and even though his touch comforted you, you sat up and scooted away from him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, worry filling his eyes when he noticed that you were tearing up.

“I— I still like you a lot, Pete. I just need a little while to adjust before we can really dive into this whole relationship thing,” you sniffled, wiping your nose, “It’s just kinda fast. I need you to hold me as a friend, not a boyfriend, right now.” He nodded and opened his arms, allowing you to bury your face in his shoulder.

— -

“Ooh, let’s ride the ferris wheel!” you’d linked your elbow with Peter’s, and your hand rested on his bicep. It was roughly a year since you’d confessed to him, and things were going almost perfectly.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. Throwing your head over your shoulder, you spot Chris, who’s walking up to you with who you assumed was Liz holding his hand.

The four of you exchanged small talk for a few minutes before you parted ways, feeling slightly awkward but mostly happy. You and Chris hadn’t been right for each other, but you both found the people who were right for you, and that’s what mattered.

“So…” Peter nudged your shoulder with his. The two of you had made your way onto the ferris wheel after your conversation had ended, and the cart was once again stopped at the very top. “It’s been about a year since we were here last…”

“And?” you made a ‘get on with it’ gesture with your hands, wondering what in the world he was about to ask you.

“I was wondering…” he dragged out on purpose, your heart beating a little faster with every second, “If we could kiss at the top? Since we didn’t get to last time.”

“You’re crazy, you know that?” you laughed, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“One more? So we can have one for each year.”

“You’re such a piece of work,” you kissed him again before laying your head on his shoulder, “But, you’re my piece of work.”

As silly as Peter was sometimes, you couldn’t deny it; he was the one you were meant to spend your life with.

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[the-everlasting-dream]

Wild Thoughts - Maxwell x Adelaide

Summary: Duchess Adelaide discovers Cordonia’s best kept secret. 

A/N: This was originally a collab between myself and pbchoicesobsessed. Emily has now left the fandom and this post was deleted when she deleted her blog. This is set before the events of TRR and certain character trsits have been purposely exaggerated 

Warnings: Sexual content, 18+ only. Blacklist lemon and n*fw to avoid. 

Tags:  @choicessa,  , @drakewalkerwhipped , @quartzandarrow ,  @mfackenthal , @srawesleyghuewrites , @topsyturvy-dream , @enmchoices , @gardeningourmet @debramcg1106 , @alesana45 , @meladoridarcy, @blackcatkita , @tmarie82 , @annekebbphotography , @lizk77 , @jayjay879 , @tornbetween2loves , @akrenich , @theroyalweisme , @likethetailofacomet , @sleepwalkingelite  , @drakewalker04 , @mkatschoicesblog , 

People who might be interested: @msjpuddleduck , @lilyofchoices , @ritachacha , @anxious-arliah , @bobasheebaby , @lizeboredom lmk if you want off the list. 

“Another champagne, cousin?”

“Marjorie, as if you have to ask.” Duchess Adelaide of Krona drained the glass in her hand before reaching for the one her cousin held out to her.

“Honestly, are you two completely incapable of maintaining some element of dignity?” Queen Regina shook her head in disgust at her relatives before she looked out to the party in full swing before them. It was Marjorie’s last night in Cordonia before permanently moving to Iceland to join her husband in his aluminum export business.

For reasons unknown to Adelaide, a young Bertrand Beaumont had graciously gone to the trouble of throwing her cousin a farewell party. Not that the reason particularly mattered, any chance to attend a Beaumont bash was good enough for her. Parties thrown by the brothers Beaumont were renowned in Cordonia; notorious for over the top antics and a constant flow of alcohol. Tales of debauchery at Beaumont bashes were legend. Dozens of the country’s largest scandals were born in the walls of their estate. Everyone who was anyone was there tonight for what the court was sure would be an evening to remember. Even a few commoners managed to slip in to join the festivities. No one truly minded, as a true Beaumont bash was unofficially open to all. It’s wasn’t an uncommon thing to catch a count with a tongue down the unsuspecting throat of a village girl.

“Gina you prude.” Adelaide chirped up, the effects of devouring glass after glass of champagne taking effect. “Where's the fun in being dignified?”


The Queen fixed her with a withering glare. “Adelaide, must you persist with that ridiculous nickname?”


“You loved that nickname when we were younger. It was your stable boy lover that gave it to you, was it not? I seem to remember him calling it rather loudly in the night when you visited him in secret.” She answered after another swig of champagne. Adelaide stifled a laugh. “Pity when you became queen you turned into a total bore.”

Regina seemed to sputter slightly. “I am not a total bore.”

“Alright then Gina,” Marjorie piped in. “When’s the last time you even thought about getting in between the sheets with another man? You used to be quite the temptress.” Regina’s eyes bugged out of her head, much to the satisfaction of her cousins. Marjorie shared a cunning grin with the Adelaide who immediately took the cue.

“Yes. When was the last time you considered getting under a man other than that shriveled prune Constantine?”

The Queen looked appalled. “Adelaide! How could you even suggest such a thing? I am his wife! I would never-”

“Oh Gina,” the blonde soothed. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. We all know you’re not as pure as you pretend to be. I recall you proudly bragging about the men you fucked in your prime. And really, with a selection as fine as this one,” she paused to gesture around the room. “I’d find it very hard to believe you haven’t at least thought about it.”

“I have to agree,” Marjorie mused, surveying the room as she sipped on her drink, a slight smirk forming across her lips. “Tonight's pickings are looking ripe for the taking.”

“If you two are going to start talking about your sexual conquests again, I’m having no part of it,” Regina announced before storming off in a huff.

“Adelaide, maybe we shouldn’t have. She’s still our cousin,” Marjorie admonished.


“Please, it’s nothing she can’t handle,” the Duchess snorted. “It’s not our fault if she can’t realize potential when its there.”


The pair took a moment to survey the bustling ballroom of the Beaumont mansion. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies moving on the dance floor to house music and R&B now that the string quartet had departed, taking with it the older, stuffy members of court.

At least the bores have gone, Adelaide observed, watching Regina pull her husband Constantine to the exit while his eyes remained fastened to a pretty young blonde’s ample chest.

“May I have your attention please?!” At that precise moment, the devilishly handsome brothers Beaumont climbed onto a table. Bertrand held a champagne bottle in his hand while Maxwell held an elaborate decorative dagger, both grinning widely as they waited for the attention of the people in the room. 

“Now that the oldies have gone home,” the younger son’s voice carried to all corners of the expansive room. “I declare this Beaumont Bash officially open!” 

In emphasis, he expertly aimed the dagger at the bottleneck in his brother’s hand, slicing through the glass allowing champagne to spray out across the room, gaining screams of approval from the already intoxicated crowd. Bertrand took a deep draught from it before toasting it in Marjorie’s direction. 

“Lets hear it for Countess Marjorie whom we celebrate tonight! She’s one of our own and will be sorely missed when she leaves. Countess, I wish you the best!” Bertrand winked at her and the crowd roared as Marjorie raised her glass in gratitude.

As the attention was shifted to the fresh supply of alcohol being ushered into the ballroom, Adelaide turned to her cousin. “What was that all about?”

Marjorie blushed demurely. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I know that look,” She told the brunette who blushed further under her calculating gaze. It took only a moment for Adelaide to connect the dots. “I knew you must have done something to get this little shindig organized but I didn’t suspect sleeping with Duke of Ramsford himself would do the trick.”


Marjorie actually had the gall to shrug nonchalantly but her sly smile gave her away. “You can’t blame me for taking an opportunity when I see one.”

“I’m both impressed and annoyed that you managed to keep that from me for so long.”

“I couldn’t help but keep it a secret. We met under… unique circumstances. We were acquainted at the annual masked orgy Prince Leo held a couple months ago.”

“You didn't! Those orgies actually happen?!” Adelaide slammed her glass down on the bar audibly in shock, mouth dropping open her cousin’s admission.


Marjorie patted her arm with a coy wink. “You don’t know the half of it.”

“Where were boys like these when we younger?” The blonde joked, shaking her head.

“I missed the opportunity to try him out, but I heard the crown prince was a damn good fuck too,” Marjorie tittered, nodding towards a corner of the room where Prince Leo was getting very acquainted with a noble girl's breasts as they grinded on each other to the music, bodies pressed so tightly against each other they might as well have been fucking on the dance floor. The pair were so immersed in each other that they failed to notice Marjorie and Adelaide practically salivating over the sight of them. They watched as Leo moved his head upwards to whisper in the girl’s ear before he pulled her through the doors to the outdoor terrace. 

The cousins shared a knowing look.

Marjorie shook her head. “Well even if he doesn’t come back, I’m sure his brother isn’t that different.”

Adelaide followed her gaze to where the younger prince Liam was being cornered by an obviously inebriated girl eager to climb into bed with him.

“Prince Liam is too polite,” Adelaide remarked. “Too nice to tell that desperate whore to shove off.”

Marjorie cackled loudly. “Give him a few years, cousin. All that sexual frustration from playing the perfect son will get to him eventually and then we could really have some fun with him. What about his friend? The broody young commoner? I bet he’d be a wild ride.”

Adelaide shook her head regretfully. “As delicious as young Drake is, he usually avoids all opportunity to socialize with this crowd. I don’t think he’s the one-night stand type. Shame, he has such roguish charm.”

“I’ve seen the way he shifts when he’s walking. I bet he’s as hung as the horse he rides.”

“We’ll have to catch him for a thorough inspection one day.” 

Both women burst into fits of laughter, grabbing fresh glasses of champagne from the servers passing by. “Court is going to be so boring without you. I’ll miss you, Marjie. Just maybe not as much as Bertrand Beaumont will.”

Adelaide arched an eyebrow and motioned to Bertrand who was watching Marjorie from a few few feet away, his obvious erection straining through his tight trousers. “Someone’s clearly waiting to whisk you away!”

“I swear Bertrand is the best kept secret in all of Cordonia. I don’t know what’s in those Beaumont genes, but I’m telling you Adelaide he’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. The things he can do with his cock and his tong-” A sudden cheer from the raging dance floor interrupted Marjorie’s thought.

The two stared out where the crowd had formed a loose circle around a single figure dancing on a table in the middle. Maxwell gyrated in time to the rhythm of the bass perfectly as his hips swiveled provocatively against the empty air. Sweat soaked through his black shirt, causing it to cling to the contours of his lean but muscular chest. The sight alone was enough to make Adelaide lick her lips, feeling the heat begin to accumulate in her core. Filthy thoughts about little Maxwell Beaumont flooded her mind.

“I’ve always wondered that too.” Marjorie teased.

“Hmm?” Adelaide was caught off guard as her cousin’s comment filtered through the sinful fantasies unravelling in her head.

“About Maxwell. Whether all the stories of his sexcapades are actually true. Did you hear the latest rumour? Apparently he took five women at once during this year’s orgy.”

“Well, you were there. Did he?”

“It was masked, Adelaide. If it is true, I don’t think even you would be able to handle that young buck.”

“Nonsense. If the rumour is true I’d be the only one with the ability to tame that stallion.” A devilish grin appeared on Adelaide’s face as an irresistible idea appeared in her mind. There’s only one way to find out. She downed her drink before striding off.

“Where are you going?” Marjorie called out after her.

“I’m a little parched.” Adelaide’s eyes glittered as she offered the coy reply. Marjorie was about to voice a confused response when she saw her cousin’s eyes slide right to the young man climbing off the table.

“Adelaide you are so naughty!” She exclaimed, comprehending her meaning.

“Don’t look so surprised. You can’t tell me there’s something in the Beaumont genes and not expect I’ll want a taste. Enjoy your evening, cousin. I’ll call when you arrive in Iceland with a full report.”

Adelaide adjusted her bra so that her cleavage was on full display and strutted the center of the dance floor to snag her prize. She expertly swayed to the beat, inching closer to Maxwell who was lost in the music and clueless to her advances. It wasn’t until Adelaide pressed her body into his, her ass grinding against his swelling bulge that he took notice of her. 

His hands settled low on her hips and he lowered his head to murmur gruffly in her ear. “Duchess, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I had to know for myself if the rumours were true, Maxwell Beaumont.”

Maxwell spun her around to face him, a smug, knowing smile on his face. “They call me Mad Max for good reason Lady Adelaide.”

“Is that so? So cocky, young Beaumont. I’m not sure you’re being honest with me.” Adelaide scraped her nails across his puffed out chest.

Maxwell’s eyes narrowed disapprovingly. “Not cocky, confident.”

Adelaide couldn’t but chuckle at his reaction to her teasing. He was so easy to rile up. “Did I hurt your feelings, Mad Max?” She winked. “Let me make it up to you by getting you a stiff drink.”

“Nonsense, my lady. A gentleman gets the drinks. Allow me.” He replied, trying to assert his dominance. Maxwell took her by the hand and lead her to bar. He ordered them four shots of bourbon.

“Cheers, Lady Adelaide.” They knocked glasses and knocked back both shots in mere seconds. The liquor burned on the way down, adding to the heat already blazing through her entire body. Embellishment of the truth or not, Adelaide was so aroused she wanted to rip the clothes off Maxwell’s sweaty form and let him take her right there on the ballroom floor.

“Enjoying the party?” He grinned, passing her another flute of champagne.

“I can think of a way to make it much more enjoyable.”

“I’m nothing if not a gracious host. How can I make this party more enjoyable for you, Lady Adelaide?” His words were dripping with innuendo.

“What’s a Beaumont party without a little swordplay?” Adelaide watched Maxwell take a moment to process what she was suggesting. She closed the distance between them and cupped his length, squeezing gently. He groaned, his Adam’s apple moving up and down his throat as he swallowed hard. 

“That is, if you think you can handle a real woman. Should be no trouble with your track record, Mad Max.” “Fuck. We should go upstairs to my room. Right now.”

The door was barely shut behind them when Maxwell launched himself at her, pinning her against the wall and kissing her roughly. Adelaide caught his lower lip between her teeth and bit down gently. He growled hungrily, pushing his tongue into her mouth, faintly tasting bourbon before moving to assault her neck with fervent kisses. She reached down and unzipped her dress while he snaked his arm around her and unhooked her bra. Maxwell wasted no time capturing one pert breast in his hand, kneading her flesh as he sucked greedily on the other nipple. They both moaned loudly paying no mind to the idea that they could be heard.

Adelaide placed her hands flush against his abdomen and pushed him backwards toward the bed. “Take your pants off and lay down, baby Beaumont. I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll be remembering this night for the rest of your life.” 

Maxwell happily dropped trousers, his erection springing free. Adelaide gasped when she saw her prize laid out on the bed eagerly awaiting her. Maxwell had the largest and most beautiful cock she had ever laid eyes on; a solid 8 inches and impossibly thick. There was definitely something in those Beaumont genes.

Adelaide dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his tip, swirling her tongue as she pumped up and down his length with one hand, the other reaching down to fondle his balls. Maxwell’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when she released his cock and he suddenly felt an intensely pleasurable sensation he had never before. Adelaide’s warm, wet tongue rimmed his ass while her free hand continued to pump him. He writhed uncontrollably on the bed as she stroked him faster and faster until he was seconds from exploding.

“Adelaide… oh fuck. Adelaide fuck. That feels so good.”

“Call me Duchess,” she purred. Maxwell let out a strangled cry when she abruptly pulled her tongue and hands away. She stepped out of her soaked panties and straddled him so her dripping pussy was hovering over his face. 

“A gentleman takes care of a lady first, Lord Beaumont. Lick.”

Maxwell held onto her thighs and tentatively flicked his tongue upwards. Truthfully, he had very little experience with oral sex, but desperately wanted Adelaide to believe the risqué rumours that followed him so he tried to mimic what he had seen the other men of the court do so many times with their mouths buried in a woman’s slit. It didn’t take long for a dissatisfied Adelaide to sit back on his chest. 

“You have no clue what you’re doing, do you baby Beaumont?”

Maxwell blushed profusely. “Some of the things they say about me may be a bit embellished…”

Adelaide laughed at his admission. Evidently, he was not the Don Juan in the stories she had been told. She would fuck him tonight anyway. There was no way she was walking away from the most perfect cock she had ever seen without riding it into orgasmic oblivion first.

“No need to blush, Lord Beaumont. A gentleman like you should know how to pleasure a woman with your tongue. I’m going to teach you.” Adelaide smiled wickedly, positioning herself over his mouth once more. “You want to build tension, Maxwell. Tease me with your tongue by kissing and licking my pussy lips in broad flat and light strokes with just the tip. Yes, that’s it. Very good.”

Adelaide slowly dragged her hips back and forth as Maxwell happily explored every inch of her wetness. She twisted a hand into his thick hair and leaned back slightly to spread her lips open to expose her clit. “Do you see that little pink pearl? That’s the secret to making any woman in Cordonia a slave to your desires. Suck very gently just here, right on my clit. Oh my god. Yes, that’s good Maxwell. Don’t stop.”

Adelaide’s hips bore down onto Maxwell’s lapping tongue, earning an appreciative moan from him as she bucked wildly over his face. “Yes, oh fuck. Don’t you stop. Don’t fucking stop!” 

He slid his hands from her thighs to her ass, squeezing and slapping the firm flesh, his lips on her clit never relenting until a rush of liquid assaulted his mouth and Adelaide cried out his name over and over, her orgasm shaking her entire body. When she looked down at Maxwell, an expression of pure bliss was painted across his features, his mouth and chin covered in her juices.

“Did you enjoy that, Lord Beaumont?”

Maxwell responded by lifting Adelaide off of him and flipping her onto her back. He balanced over her and slipped three fingers inside her, driving them in and out at an ungodly speed, his mouth moving to suck on each of her taut nipples. Her walls clamped around his fingers and her legs trembled she as she came undone again at his touch.

“Yes, Duchess. Very much.” His proud smile stretched from ear to ear. “I like making you cum.”

“Are you ready to have some real fun, Maxwell?” Adelaide crooned. He nodded enthusiastically in response. She squirmed out from under him and grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer of the bedside table. “On all fours, Lord Beaumont.” 

Maxwell gulped and proceeded to get on his hands and knees.

“I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt in your life, Maxwell, but if you touch yourself, I’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Adelaide peeled her hand back and struck his right cheek, leaving a hot red mark in its wake. His cock twitched excitedly between his legs. “Yes what, Maxwell?”

“Yes Duchess.”

“That’s right, Lord Beaumont.” Adelaide dipped a single finger into the lube, coating it generously before she slowly inched the tip inside Maxwell. His body stiffened from the pressure at first, but soon relaxed as she began to massage him, slowly moving her finger deeper and twisting it in circles. “Tell me about the orgy, Maxwell. How many women did you take?”

“Two, Duchess.” He moaned, unable to stop himself from reaching between his legs to stroke his aching cock. Adelaide slapped his ass cheeks with force and his hand hastily retracted. “No touching! What did you do to them?”

“Uuuugh. I fucked them, Duchess. They sucked my cock then I fucked them.”

She slid her finger in and out at a tantalizingly slow pace. His hands crept between his legs once more and grazed his tip, causing his whole lower body to shudder. 

SMACK

“You naughty boy. I told you no touching. Have you had enough? Do you want to fuck me, Maxwell?”

“Yes.” Maxwell mewled as Adelaide withdrew her finger. 

SMACK 

“Yes! Yes, Duchess. I want to fuck you, Duchess.” 

Maxwell sat up on his knees and pulled Adelaide into his lap. She grabbed his shaft and guided his cock to her entrance, slipping it in completely. They both moaned loudly at the sensation of being inside each other. Adelaide began to bounce herself up and down his massive cock, meeting his rough, steady thrusts. They were both panting hard, screaming the other’s name without care that there were no doubt people who could hear their ear piercing cries of passion.

“Fuck, Duchess. I’m going to cum.”

A sly smile played on Adelaide’s lips. “Not yet, Lord Beaumont.” She moved off him and laid out on her back, beckoning him to her. “Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass, Maxwell?” 

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, hands scrambled to coat his cock in lube and he carefully inched himself into her ass. She was so tight he could barely hold himself together. 

“Fuck me harder, Lord Beaumont! Fuck me like you bought me!” 

He let himself go then, pounding into her hard and grunting with each thrust. He was so close to losing control, the sound of her moans sending him over the edge. Maxwell slipped two fingers into her drenched pussy and pumped them in and out, matching the pace of his thrusts in her ass. Adelaide felt so deliciously full it took just seconds for her to coat his fingers in her cum.

“FUCK!” Maxwell yelled, spilling himself inside her. He collapsed on top of her, trying desperately to catch his breath. He had never cum that hard in his life.

“You’re a faster learner, Mad Max.” Adelaide smiled. She hopped off the bed and began to dress. “I’m staying in Ramsford two more days. Same time tomorrow?”

Maxwell grinned at her in his dizzying state of ecstasy. “Absolutely, Duchess.”

[artisticallys]

              omg hey... what’s going awn  ?  i havent dont an intro in soooo long i dont even have anything fun or interesting to say about myself errrrrr my name is sam  !  i use they/them pronouns we big chillin.... im real bad at answering messages but i get to them eventually i schwear. yep that’s all if anyone wants to plot or whateva just lmk okie  ?  there’ll be a tl;dr at the bottom before plots if u dont wanna read all this it’s a lot-_____-  without further adieu may i present miss scout kang.... 

﹤𝙺𝙸𝙼 𝙲𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙷𝙰, 𝚂𝙷𝙴/𝙷𝙴𝚁, 𝙲𝙸𝚂𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴﹥; * - hello SCOUT KANG. long time no see. i know a lot about you. like how you're TWENTY TWO, how you're a GAME DEVELOPMENT major,  and in fact.. how you KILLED YOUR TWIN BROTHER AT HIS REQUEST AND LIED TO YOUR FAMILY ABOUT HIS PASSING AWAY TO STAY IN THEIR GOOD GRACES. would be a shame if it got out, wouldn't it ? so let's play a game. 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 ?

ok so yeaaaaah her secret is kindve a lot ! we gone get there... but first i gotta discuss her childhood u kno ? set things up <3 scout was born to 2 vewy loving parents with a twin brother. there were complications in the pregnancy some medical shit i cba to research but basically her brother wasn’t getting all the nutrients he needed to develop with a good immune system. scout was born two minutes before him, he never let her forget it with his hag jokes and she never let him forget when it came to calling shotgun. 

as i said her brother was born with an auto immune deficiency it left him in a place to get sick very, very often. almost anytime he caught the flu he was hospitalized and generally his life was lived through a glass case from the outside world. and oddly enough it made scout feel trapped too as he was her twin flame, they were the best of friends and wherever he was she wanted to be. there came a time where his health plummeted drastically, doctors weren’t sure he’d make it and the pressure of it all finally cracked down on their father

not being able to watch his own flesh and blood rot away in a hospital bed he took his chance to get out while he still could and vanished into the night never to be seen again. scout remembers hearing an argument between her parents before pretending to be asleep when he came into her room and gave her a final kiss on the forehead and secured her blankets about her body.

it was a shock, really, when her brother pulled through and was somehow stronger than ever. an elaborate hoax was curated by their mother but scout knew, and deep down she thought her brother knew too. but it’s hard to give life to such a grievous monster and so it stayed in a grave.

life went on, doctor and hospital visits became routine and her brother never let things get in the way of living his life. in high school they were quite the pair. mostly it consisted of conversations about where they wanted to run off to after graduation, who their dream spouse was ( he always wanted to marry the student body president while scout had dreams of marrying some degenerate *her brothers words* ), things theywanted to do before dying. they wrote that stuff down on an old study guide scout was using to cheat off of for ap chemistry....

which was something she did often as early middle school days, her mother planted the seed of her going to medical school. to find a way to help people like her brother and at first it was a welcomed idea, do good for people like the one she loved more than life. time went on though and the pressure to have a 4.0 to get into a good premed school with tuition help was mounting. it made dreams that had been forced upon her to morph into something ugly but there was no hopes of standing up to her mother, not when she was already looking forward to such a future. but scout didn’t have the best work ethic when she wasn’t really invested in something, she was smart yeah but that just... wouldn’t cut it and she found that out real fast

her scenes changed quickly during the summer of junior year. her brother had fallen incomprehensibly ill, worse than she had ever seen him and the fear she had as a child slowly crept back, licked up her neck and nested on her shoulders making a home there. reports came back soon enough and he was diagnosed with leukemia. at first it was manageable, some chemo and radiation should do the trick, they said. then it became bone marrow transplants and blood transfusions and fluid drips. she was the first to volunteer, obviously as his twin, for marrow transplants, blood, any organs he might need. 

desperation came in the form of a crying mother after news that he wasn’t going to live past christmas came. it came to scout as her mother accused the doctors of knowing nothing and doing nothing for her son. and it lastly came to her brother when he had been going through these treatments for 2 years and he still could feel how his soul was rotting away. how he was just a carcass in a paper thin nightgown. 

it was then he proposed the idea they travel and cross things off their bucket list and scout both ready to escape greyed walls and sterile affections as well as their small town agreed, readily. took every penny she earned from working, even opened up a gofundme for this trip and was lucky. things went well, so well in fact, that the pair forgot that half of them had one foot in the grave already.

until one day his pain became unbearable, too much for him to handle anymore, and he asked scout as she was helping him into bed after an attempt at leaving the house that day. it was hushed, whispered in shame and fear. had what he just said really happened? was the summer sun getting to be too much? it wasn’t until he had cleared his throat and said it with his chest, “i want you to kill me.” 

call her wrong but she actually laughed. retracted from him with brows creased and a confused laugh slipping out. there’s no way he could be serious. but when he didn’t laugh too she knew he meant it and that’s when she knew she had a choice to make.

it took a week of pondering the thought before she came to the conclusion that she’d end her brothers suffering. they spent the next few days doing something that haunts scout to this day really: planning the best way for her to kill him. for her to end her twin flame. 

their last night together was something memorable, spirits were shared and tears were shed. he left her with only 2 promises to keep.   1. never reveal to anyone that she ended his suffering and 2. to stop letting their mother decide scout’s life and future

she didn’t go to his funeral. didn’t want to replace what she had left of him with what was in that coffin, spent the night drinking homemade sangria and watched star trek. his 2 favorite things. 

this obviously didnt go over well with her mother, went even worse when scout announced she had dropped from pre - med and planned on becoming a video game developer. she was called an embarrassment, a failure, and that she would end up nowhere. and for a while she believed it, still does. 

she got really lucky though when the streaming community got more recognition and now she plays video games for a living and attends classes to make good games. 

TL;DR 

scout grew up w a really sick brother, their dad left, and scout basically became her brother’s keeper. was forced into studying shit she had no interest in and when her brother had enough suffering asked her to take his life, which she did. now she streams video games with hopes of making her own and somehow finding her mother’s love again. 

𝑃𝐿𝑂𝑇𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑆  ? 

got the songs it’s you & bang bang stuck in my head rn maybe some romance shit off theeeees? dunno...

dudes... some people who knew her AND her brother growing up like maybe they went to hs together idk maybe they’re like girl what ever even happened...

ex’s yupppp gimme

her bestest friend(s) maybe even shares her world w them u kno? im in it...

maybe something unrequited or like some sort of clueless sheet who knows!

frenemies...? like enemies that actually just have some weird tension they gotta get through :kissing:

literally anything u think scout would be good to fill like if u got any wcs?

OMGGG wait last one. i really want someone who her brother was in love with or like had feelings for and shit got crazayyyy after he died we can discuss

[hyercns-blog]

( the cuteST )

a bitch is Tired rn after pulling my usual shit, aka staying up until 5am for no reason only to stick out a two hour lab, cry while doing my connections page on my late lunch/packing break and napping in the car, so excuse the seeming lack of enthusiasm lkfdsjglk. hey i’m kat, i’m 20, canadian, and my current means of life rn are chocolate, drag race ( i.. am team anyone but b*b* rn, no offence but my girl needs to come back to earth and stop rubbing me the wrong way sdfgkjgfd ( i think sh*ngela deserves it most despite being more of a tr*xie stan tho js ) ) and 3am you in me listening parties with myself four months after its release rip !! i’m a uni student and in love with sowoo so you don’t wanna know the agony that comes with picking one over the other. you can hmu on d*scord if you’d like ( just find me in the gc and message me from there fkskf ) and this is so boRING, it’s like the life is sucked out of me omg. anyways hyeran, a whole.. other positive muse bc jesus, how many of these do i have rn ?? this is so out of hand man, but nonetheless here’s a bit abt the brat:

- ̗̀ wait, wait, was that JEON SOMIN i just saw? damn, it was actually just that TWENTY TWO year old MUSIC PRODUCER/BARISTA, YUN HYERAN. speaking of them, did you hear that they’re known as THE VIRTUOSO around gangnam? i guess it makes sense considering they act so EBULLIENT & LOYAL but at the same time so MAGNANIMOUS & DIFFIDENT. they’re also apparently a PANSEXUAL FEMALE OUTSIDER who uses SHE/HER pronouns. ( kat / 20 / gmt-3:30 / she/her )

yun hyeran, a daegu native with an older and younger brother, an ambivert and an all around baby

tbh this is a copied intro from a few months back and i don’t have the time to perfectly incorporate her recently developed bg, so pls anticipate a small bio with that explained HERE

buT she became involved in music through her father, who studied it in uni and ended up becoming a music instructor with a focus on piano, flute and vocals

her and her mom.. also her older brother, didn’t have the best relationship when she grew older, which seemed to die altogether when her parents divorced and her mom left. but her and her brother’s still exists, it’s just that he’s a bit of a toxic influence on her and she tends to distance herself from him

went to uni in seoul to pursue music like her father ( a daddy’s girl too like ) and found her way into the world of production !! by junior year, she’d transferred out of her original program and majored in that instead and has loved it ever since; she recently graduated

moved to gangnam bc.. idk, she just wanted to KDFJSGLGKFD

impulsive brat

would visit jeju island when she was younger bc her aunt lived there

she adores said aunt, her dad’s sister and the maternal figure she Deserves, so overall jeju holds a special place in her heart

for the time being, she works full-time as a barista at the café just a block from her cute little studio apartment while looking into internships at record labels for her to take on a little further down the line ( no rush bc it’s already quite competitive and she’d rather enjoy what she has going now )

she’s also making something of an income as the creator of an acct on youtube and soundcloud for her music, something she’s had for abt two years now

she’s not even close to making it big yet, and she doesn’t mind if she never works for a moderately to highly popular label — though she should if she wants to get by

among the aesthetic, lo-fi music crowd ( one of those yt accts with a livestream for certain playlists that go on for hours, rip ) where for the most part, it’s personal faves mixed with her own works, and has a substantial following as of now. but has an interest in experimenting, with mashups ( as a lover of them ?? i couldn’t help myself sgflkdsjg ) for example, with a small fear of how that change would be received

this is so short now that i’ve shortened it immensely iK, it’s a little infuriating if you ask me ljkgdfjls

in terms of her personality and other things:

she’s a very loyal person, v e r y. while like i said ( and will elaborate on in her bio ), her relationship with her brother is Not Great, she hasn’t completely given up on him. maybe for the time being, but her being someone who’s open to the idea of people changing for the better somewhere down the line, leaves a bit of room for her to possibly change her mind if he does enough to allow her to consider it

so she can be a bit of a doormat in some cases, it all depends on how she sees the person that determines if that’s the case, but she generally won’t let you off if you’re being dumb/an ass to someone or if she gets advantageous vibes from you for example ( given she can.. be a little naive and is a p gentle soul ) so.. idk fgklsj good luck to the 99% ig ??

she does have a slight dependency on others despite her thinking all signs point to the opposite, and even though her and her mom never rly had a good relationship she still reels from the neglect/abandonment some days so handle her with Care if she deems you a close pal

spontaneous tbh, moving to gangnam was a little last minute on her part, for one

she’s a bit reclusive when focused on something, if she tells you she’s working on a track, it’s essentially a head’s up that you might not see her for a couple of days depending on how soon she gets it done — lowkey that bitch™ who makes up an illness to her boss, so she wouldn’t even show up for work if it’s more than just her fucking around

bc admittedly, a lot of what she posts is fucking around and liking it, her more thought-out and effort packed projects are hidden away on her laptop

a bit insecure with her work and just her general disposition ?? those first few points above mess with her a lot and leave her disheartened so.. my poor child

v strong overall, takes people’s shit and if it gets to her, she gets over it p fast. doesn’t dwell on much and will be courteous to you even if she’s declared you too toxic to stick around 24/7

isn’t exactly one to get angry ?? she’s basically just disappointed or annoyed at best 99% of the time, it takes a lot to get her beyond that

positive, ugh. maybe not sickeningly sweet, but still. kinda explained parts of it above and i’m 95% gone mentally rn, gotta spare that for other little details gsjklf

a cute bean who wants the best for everyone

uhhh

has a good understanding of english, her mom’s an american national so she grew up with it being spoken in the house at times

prob speaks it better than i speak french, but still wouldn’t consider herself fluent

plays piano and bass guitar, but knows her way around a flute and tenor sax ( you don’t know how tempted i was to say clarinet bc of jiwoo gjflkgds )

prob had some kind of little amateur rock band with a few music majors and took up bass for the hell of it lmao

loves animals, leans towards cats or big dogs. corgis and those little spaniels get a pass tho

speaking of, she has a cute little calico kitten ( i’m shit with pet names so if lucy sounds lacklustre.. you know why rgkjls ) who she Loves, her baby !!

sweater, ball cap and basic t shirt junkie

those glasses somin’s been wearing a lot of lately ?? hyeran wears them too but.. actually needs them, not even close to a fashion statement

doesn’t don much makeup unless someone’s dragging her to a party or something

thaT’S when she looks a little more like a classy early twenties bitch.. which lbr, is hard enough when adulthood is a whole Train Wreck for the most part LGFJSDL

not a heavy drinker, but the textbook definition of a lightweight so.. she’s always praying for anyone who has to deal with her dgfjklsfg

lattes are her livelihood

a bit of a hopeless romantic, just a bit, but god help her nonetheless

her favourite subject in school was literature/writing and reads quite a bit on her breaks at the café

favourite music genres.. it’s easier to say what she doesn’t like/finds boring, which is prob country and some aspects of edm/pop, not into punk/metal either

these are super basic but.. i’ve gotta get myself together for the day so this’ll do for now i hope ??

so if you’d like to plot, im me here or on d*scord ! i prefer the latter personally, but whichever’s easiest for you. i have a list of a few of the specific wcs i have in mind ( for the time being, catch my lazy ass avoid listing all the basic ones and revising a few i have on an old blog ) for hyeran up now, which you can find here, so just lmk if any of them appeal to you !!