#ioana-hug

[ioana-huug]

dacă cineva poate să iubească

e împărat

dacă cineva este iubit

este infinit.

și dacă exista iubire

din goluri se naște plinul.

- nichita stănescu

[saessenach]

Me: ah yes let's listen to a chapter before bed

The chapter:

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[arrthurpendragon]

Hiya!! Let's give some positivity!

OC creators that helped me through 2023

You, @shrinkthisviolet, @lady-of-the-spirit, @dream-beyond-the-fantasy and @daughter-of-melpomene have all helped throughout this year - most of you I only found out about through the OC Creator Bingo, which was a fabulous creation that not only connected me to other OC creators but gave me the confidence to create OC masterlists and to be more comfortable in talking about my OCs, to create moodboards and web weaves which really do work in helping the ideas flow, and I love seeing everyone's OCs and how much work goes into them, and it cheers me up whenever I'm tagged in an event or an OC post.

OC fics of others that helped make 2023 a little better

i still love you (i promise) by @shrinkthisviolet - broke my heart many times but there's many good moments too and the revelation is worth it.

just close your eyes, soon we'll be home by @lady-of-the-spirit - I love Ioana/Joan and her interactions with The Old Guard so much! They're family!

Never Knew by InvisibleObserver13 - always love a good long-lost child fic, and this is such an interesting take on the trope and the kid OCs are all well written and the family tension is believable, even though I do hope it gets resolved

The Prayer by @arrthurpendragon - I'm a little behind on this but I've read the first seven chapters and I already love it and Nerissa and Merlin's dynamic (always love well-written siblings), and the tags are funny because we know what Nerissa and Arthur are going to become, so the slow burn is going to be good

Little Bit by sabershadowkat - a Buffyverse fic with an OC who is Angel's half-human daughter and one I recently rediscovered. I love the character of Kathleen so much and it remains one of my favourite stories in the fandom

OCs of others that made 2023 not so crummy

Morgan Wells (shrinkthisviolet) - a beautifully well-rounded young girl who deserves the absolute world (and whose not-father I am going to personally yeet into the sun).

Lucy Kenobi (shrinkthisviolet) - the Skywalker triplet who seamlessly fits into the Star Wars 'verse, and whose dynamics with Luke and Leia and Obi-Wan are always a compelling read, and I look forward to seeing her become a Jedi.

Molly Yates (dreambeyondthefantasy) - a great Whoniverse OC who fits in well with the Sarah Jane team, and I love reading about her and I'm definitely going to catch up on the fics soon.

Cheryl Johnston (daughter-of-melphomene) - the first and so far only Bill & Ted OC I've seen but I already love her so much, and I love finding out more about her when I send asks and I really look forward to seeing more of her in the future.

Ioana/Joan (lady-of-the-spirit) - I was delighted to find out I wasn't the only person with an Old Guard OC and I love this woman, though I desperately want to give her a hug because of her backstory, because of the fact that she met most of the Immortals after her first death and Booker at one point, so she doesn't dream about any of them and spends centuries thinking she's the only one. And that's just tragic.

Marianne (lady-of-the-spirit) - I've only read five chapters of the fic but I already love this mutant because of how protective she is of the younger cast and how unwilling she is to put up with Charles's bullshit. She's also a great mother and her son is amazing and I love him too.

Project some love into 2024 for another OC creator or fic

I love them all, of course, but I am definitely looking forward to seeing more of Molly Yates!! And Cheryl Johnston too - she's going to be a good fit in the Bill & Ted verse, I just know it!!

Send some love to yourself on which of your fics & OCs you'd like to project some positivity for into 2024

I want to give some to love, you're not alone (cause i'm gonna stand by you) and my OCs Steph Taylor and Alyssa Clayton. I haven't updated the story for a while but I'm really hoping to work on it in 2024 because I've have a really good story that I want to tell (and I'm very interested to see what other canon characters, OCs, and plot points will show up).

OC posts of your own you're particularly proud of from 2023.

I've made so many this year, but I do love the Main OC and Side OC masterlists - I love updating them and they're a great way to keep track of things, though I also love the character introductions I've done even for OCs I've had for years. There's something nice about giving a small summary of the OC and their story.

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[wh0re-behavi0r]

dear joey,

i hope your holidays are full of joy and peace, and that the new year will bring you only bright days filled with happiness. i wish i could be there to give you a hug. I love you

always with love, ioana

im hugginh you back my love ❤️ your support and kindness means so much to me always and I hope you get everything you asked for n more!

[padme-amidala]

erika i am sending you so many hugs ❤️❤️

omg ily 🥺💖 you’re the sweetest ioana i am flooding you with hugs 😭

[ccheolsuu]

why’d you leave me?

➀ pairing; non-idol!hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

➁ genre; non-idol!au, enemies2lovers, fluff, slight angst 

➂ synopsis; ioana and hyunjin never got along when they we're kids, but why was ioana hurt when hyunjin moved to another city? and why was she so mad to see hyunjin years later, at her new high school?

➃ warnings; may contain profanities and grammar errors, slight bullying (?), lowercase intended. !! this story is for one of my best friends @sh1r7 mwah ily wifey 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 enjoy ur hyunjin crumbs !!

➄ word count; 4,583 

,,Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you Take me there, take me there Giving up everything, and I’ll go with you To anywhere, to everywhere’’

           ~ 02:07 pm, 12th of March, 2016 ~

                             「 flashbacks 」

"the shy little girl that just moved into a new town was taken out for a walk in the park by her mother. ioana was so excited to make new friends in this new city that she kept jumping on the way to the park. while her mother sat down to chatter with the other moms, ioana went around the park to look for kids to hang out with. however, for some weird reason, nobody wanted to stay with ioana. she was such a sweet little girl, how could anyone not want to hang out with her? and nobody could say that it was because she way ugly. she was absolutely gorgeous for a child her age. her beautiful long black hair framing her small face, and her round cute glasses enhancing her pretty doe eyes. the poor 10 year old didn't understand why kids weren't approaching her. however, she decided to not bat an eye, as she started walking happily towards the sand pit in the middle of the park. she sat down as she started playing in the sand, playing with the toys that we're scattered around and having the time of her life. well, that was at least until this boy approached her. she was sitting down with her back facing him as he was hovering over her. she turned her head around and gave him a pretty smile as she waved, but the boy could only laugh at her. why was he laughing? did ioana have something on her face?

so you're the new girl everyone's talking about?" the boy asked raising an eyebrow. he sure had one hell of an attitude for a 11 year old boy.

ioana slowly nodded her head as she got up to be at the same level as him, thought he was still a bit taller than her.

"i don't understand what all the hype is about. you're honestly uglier than i thought." the boy continued as his friends started laughing in the back ground.

ioana didn't understand what was happening. she didn't do anything, yet she was getting bullied for only breathing. her eyes started to water as she stared down at the ground. she heard the boy scoff and laugh yet again.

"you're such a crybaby!" he said while pushing her to the ground, ioana looking up at him while tears started streaming down her rosy cheeks.

not wanting to hear another word from him, she grabbed the small teddy bear that fell out of her hand when she was pushed, she got up, and ran back to her mother as the children's laughter echoed in the background.

once arrived in front of her mother, she could only hug her tightly and cry. her mother, worried, picked her up and calmed her down. biding goodbye to her new mom friends, she took her bag and her daughter back to their new place.

on the way, ioana's mother kept asking what happened, why her beautiful daughter was crying, and ioana revealed everything about the mysterious boy from the park. she heard her mother click her tongue in annoyance, then she gave her a pat on the head and told her to 'not worry her pretty little head'.

ioana did as told, and she decided to ignore the boy whenever he came up to her.

everyday ioana would walk to the same park, go into the sand pit and play, then that bully would come and laugh at her, but she payed no attention to him, just how her mother advised her.

althought one day, she saw how annoyed the boy was when she started ignoring him, but she didn't really care. well, that was until the boy decided to pour his banana milk all over her.

she was taken aback, she didn't think he would go this far. she once again bursted into tears, running to her mother, while the boy felt proud of himself for ruining that innocent girl's day. well, you would think ioana's mother wouldn't do anything about this, but she did. she walked up to the boy and scolded him while her daughter hid behind her, hugging her mother's long trench coat. the boy was unpleased with the whole situation, glaring at ioana through his long lashes, hoping her mother's screaming would stop soon.

ioana's mother then took her by the hand and walked away, leaving the boy all embarrassed and mad. he never got scolded by any of his victims' parents, so this was a first for him. he was angered, sad, overwhelmed. he ran to his house and locked himself in his room, thinking about what just had happened.

the next day, ioana went to that park again, hoping this time the boy wouldn't do anything to her. but to her surprise, he wasn't there. she was surprised and honestly, she was glad he wasn't there. but for some reason, something inside her made her worry. did her mother go too far yesterday?

she soon washed those thoughts away as she went to play once again in the sand pit, but this time, the kids actually approached her and played with her. she was happy, she was finally getting noticed and not bullied anymore.

days passed, and ioana couldn't help but think about that boy. he didn't come to the park for 2 weeks straight now. she doesn't know what happened, but she hopes he's alright. although he was being a pain in the ass, she still seemed to care about him.

one day, when ioana was minding her own bussines with her new friends, she saw that boy walking into the park. his nose was bruised, and he had bandages all over his arms. ioana doesn't know what got into her that day, but she ran up to him and hugged him. the boy pushed her back, making her hit her head on the hard pavement and scratch her wrist badly. she looked up at him with sad eyes, "what'd you do that for?" she asked in a sad tone.

the boy scoffed, "what the hell did you hug me for? it's not like we're friends or anything!" he yelled at her face, making her cry even more.

she got up and walked towards him, looking at him with disbelief plastered all over her face. "i was just trying to be nice!" she yelled back at him.

"why would you be nice to me?"

"because look at yourself! it looks like you fought in the WW3!"

the yelling continued, now all the other kids staring at them in fear. nobody had ever yelled back at the boy like this before, ioana was surely brave for that. and he saw it too, she was different in a way. but he still didn't back down. with anger filling his veins, he kicked her, making her buckle her knees and scratch them. that will for sure leave a bruise, or even a scar.

she yelped in pain as she held her knees up to her chest. she saw the bully bending down to her level, fear filling her as she didn't know what was to come next.

"why do you care so much about how i look? it's none of your bussiness!" he yelled at her face once again. she looks up at him, furrowing her eyebrows and stands up, "fine then! i don't know why i even cared in the first place, you're such a jerk! i hope i never see you again!" she spat back as she started walking away towards her home.

hurt was plastered all over the boys face. he didn't care about her, so why did her words affect him so much? he looked down at the ground as he clenched his fist. "i'm terrible..." he thought. he decided to just ignore everything, and he as well, walked back to his home.

when ioana arrived, her mother greeted her with a warm hug. she looked at her daughters state and chuckled "did you fall off the slide again?" ioana could only nod her head, not wanting to tell her mother the truth. she saw her taking out the first-aid kit, and started treating her wounds. her mother looked at her and sighed. "y'know dear, ya gotta be more careful. i don't want you coming home with broken bones from now on." ioana chuckled hearing her mothers words.  she always loved joking with her. "yes mother, i promise from now on i'll be more careful" ioana replied with a cheerful smile, making her mother chuckle once more. she tiddied up the place and put a bandage on her daughter's knees, and got up to prepare dinner. ioana went after her. she loved watching her skillful mother cook, it was always so entertaining. she climbed on the kitchen island as she watched her making some fancy pasta recipe she learned from that old lady across the road.

"ya know what i've heard?" her mother suddenly asks and ioana perks her ears with curiosity. her mother glanced at her for a second and sighed "that hwang hyunjin kid is moving today."

"hwang hyunjin? who even is that?" ioana thought.

her mother seeing the confusion on her child's face she continued, "oh you know, that kid that's been bullying every kid since you arrived here. honestly, good for us. we won't have to deal with his shenanigans anymore" she chuckled, as she finally finished cooking the pasta, placing it on the dinning table.

ioana rushed to the table to eat, excitement filling her whole body from head to toe. she absolutely adored pasta. especially the ones her mother made. she took a bite out of the chewy food, humming when the taste of tomato sauce filled her mouth. her mother looked at her with adoration, patting her head. "you like them?" she asked.

ioana smiled and could only give her mother a thumbs up, as her mouth was filled with the amazing food her mom prepared. they both ate, cracking some jokes here and there and just being overall happy. however...ioana couldn't help but feel a little dissapointed. she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew it had to do with that kid-  what was his name again? hyunjin? anyways, she was sure she would get over it soon. he did bully her after all."

                    「end of flashbacks」 ioana hurried to get ready for school as her phone buzzed for the 5th time that morning. today is her first day at the new high school she got into. new country, new city, new everything, and her dumbass is late on her first day.  she put on her uniform in a rush. she didn’t even bother to eat her breakfast as she went to kiss her mother’s cheek goodbye and run to school. it wasn’t even that far but only god knew how she still managed to be late. she finally arrived at the school gates, rushing to get to her first class which was math. ioana walked through thousands of halls, trying to find her class. worry took over her, she thought she wouldn't find it anymore. after all, it doesn't leave a good impression if you're late on your first day, right? and it seemed that bad luck seemed to be on her side this morning, cause as she was looking for her classroom, she bumped into a tall brunette. she yelped as she fell backwards, the books she was holding scattering on the ground. the person who she bumped into took out his ear phones and hurried to help her up. as they locked eyes, ioana felt her world stop. she had never seen such beautiful eyes. she could get lost in them, stare at them for hours. while ioana was lost in her own little world, the boy chuckled slightly and helped her stand up. she brushed the dust off her skirt and tidied her messed up uniform. the boy gave her the books back and she took them with a smile on her face and a slight bow of her head.  she looked the boy up and down, admiring his tall and well structured figure. it didn’t help that he was also fine as hell. she wanted to ask him for his name, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he turned around and started walking away. “dammit!” she thought as she frowned but decided to ignore it. after all they’re in the same school, so there’s high chances of meeting again. snapping out of her trance, she started wandering around the halls of the gigantic school once more, and luckily, she found her classroom. above it, a sign that said “2-3″ in bold letters. she took a deep breath and knocked on the door softly. hearing a female’s voice saying “come in!”, she slid the door open and stepped inside, getting welcomed by her new classmates’ eyes.  she bowed to the teacher and to the class and stepped in front of the class to introduce herself. “good morning! my name’s ioana and i’m a 16 years old. please treat me well!” she spoke in a happy tone as she bowed down once again, hearing her classmates clap for her.  the teacher assigned her a seat in the back next to the window, where she saw a brunette sitting with his head on the desk. she chuckled as she started walking towards her seat, sitting down next to her colleague. she placed her bag down along with her books and she started taking notes almost immediately, but she couldn’t help but notice that the boy next to her was sleeping soundly. she placed her head on the table and tapped his shoulder slightly. he didn’t move a muscle, so she kept tapping til she heard him groan and rubbing his eyes, annoyance obvious on his face. once he was fully awake he looked at her and smiled. “didn’t expect to see the new girl i bumped into next to me.” he chuckled lightly as he stretched. she smiled back at him and wanted to say something, til she looked at his name tag.... “ 황현진 “. she looked at the name tag over and over again, trying to convince herself that her mind was playing tricks on her. memories flooded in her mind of her childhood bully, making her eyes water at the thought of him being right in front of her, 6 years later.  “hey, are you alright? you look like you just saw a ghost.” she heard hyunjin say with a soft voice. “maybe i did see a ghost.” she thought. she decided to look back at him, blinking her tears away and nodding her head.  “i’m alright! just, overwhelmed? ya know, new school and everything.” she chuckled awkwardly, hoping the boy would believe her. she saw him nod his head and smile apologetically as he placed his hand on her head and patted it slightly. “i get what you mean. that’s how i felt on my first day as well, but hey! you’ll get used to it pretty fast.” he said, trying to comfort the poor girl. she nodded and looked away from him. “lord i am not your strongest soldier, why are you doing this to me?” she thought as she started writing her notes again. she still didn’t want to believe that it was him. maybe it wasn’t? maybe she’s just being delulu? but they do look oddly similar. the same pretty mole under his right eye, his sparkly doe eyes, his beautiful lips, his slanted cat eyes. everything was the same, there’s no way it’s not the same person. althought he bullied her when they we’re kids, she wanted to forgive and forget. it does seem like he changed, but what if he remembers who she is? will his personality change based on that? what if he starts bullying her again? millions of thoughts raced through ioana’s mind as she zoned out. the bell ringing echoed in the background as she thought of all the ways this whole day could go wrong.  hyunjin looked at her, worry plastered on his pretty face. he waved his hand in front of her, taking her back to reality once more. she quickly stood up and took her bag, ready to go to her next class. as she rushed out of the classroom, she felt a certain someone catch her by the wrist and pull her back, making her look back at him. not being in the right state of mind, she pulled her wrist back and ran out of the classroom, leaving a puzzled hyunjin behind.  ioana’s next period was physics, but as she couldn’t think straight anymore, she decided to go to the rooftop to clear her mind and have some fresh air. she pushed the two big doors in front of her and she felt the chilly breeze hit her in the face, blowing her hair in all directions. she sat down next to the railing as she hugged her knees to her chest, placing her head on her palms. playing with her sweater paws, she thought about hyunjin yet again. she still didn’t understand why he was so mean to her 6 years ago. she didn’t understand why he’s right here, in the same school as her, god dammit even in the same class as her. she was confused. her mind was all over the place. her brain told her to sit the fuck down and ignore him, but her heart wanted to forgive him and just give him a big hug. she started playing with the lace on her ankle socks, when she felt the presence of another person sitting down next to her. she decided to look up, immediately regretting the choice she just made. hyunjin looked at her with a slight smile on his face. “are you sure you’re alright, new girl?” he asked softly. “i have a name, y’know..” she replied sarcastically, finally making eye contact with him.  “well if you had your name tag on, i would’ve called you by your name.” he continued, chuckling lightly. that made ioana look down at her fluffy cardigan, only for her to realise she forgot her name tag. her cheeks became a rosy color as she hid her face in her palms due to embarrassment.  “i’m sorry, i must’ve forgotten it-”  “it’s alright, don’t worry. so, mind telling me your name now?” he replied while trying to look at her hidden face.  her head shot up hearing that, her throat went dry and her palms we’re sweaty.  “so you really don’t remember me, huh?” she looked at him sighing, sadness obvious in her voice. hyunjin now had a puzzled look on his face, tilting his head like a confused puppy and raising his eyebrow. “remember you? wait- hold up, do we know each other?” he spoke in a rush, trying to remember who this gorgeous girl in front of him was. ioana could only look down at her palms once again while trying not to cry. she slowly took a hold of her cardigan’s sleeve and pulled it up enough to show him the scar he left there, years ago. she then looked back at him, her tears now streaming down her face as she smiled faintly.  “do you remember now, hwang hyunjin?” being surprised was an understandment. hyunjin kept looking at her arm and back at her face, worry taking over him. now it was his turn to regret his entire life choices.  “ioana...?” he whispered, still taken aback from the whole situation. “the one and only.” she replied once again sarcastically while pulling her sleeve down. “hyunjin...” she started speaking, instantly catching the boy’s attention.  “why’d you leave me?”  hyunjin could only look at her, not knowing how to explain himself. “ioana, i-” “no. i don’t wanna hear it. you bullied me our whole childhood for no reason and you decide to show up so suddenly after 6 years. you left me all confused and hurt. all these years i thought about what i did to you to make you act that way. because of you, i hated myself so much and i worried about your dumb ass for 6 years. 6 whole years, and you? you didn’t care. you didn’t even bother telling me where you we’re going. altough you we’re an asshole, i still cared, hyunjin. and i still do, for some dumb fucking reason...” she cut him off, words spilling out of her mouth in the span of just a few miliseconds.  getting tired of this, she got up and took her bag on one shoulder, beggining to walk away. she was soon stopped as hyunjin walked in front of her, stopping her from going further.  “ioana, please. just let me explain.” hyunjin asked desperately. it seemed like he really wanted to fix things between them. she looked at him with cold eyes but signaled him to start speaking. “5 minutes.”  mutering a quick thank you, he then started talking. “i promise you i’ve changed. i don’t know what was wrong with me back then, genuinely. i was so stupid to hurt you, you have such a kind soul and i regret everything i did back then. those 2 weeks when i didn’t come to the park, you remember? i was having problems with...well, my family. i know it’s no excuse but my behaviour was like that because of my father. when he found out i got scolded by your mother, he got mad at me, and didn’t let me leave the house for 2 weeks. of course i was furious, you couldn’t blame me. an 11 year old stuck in his home for 2 weeks with no form of entertaintment. and all those bruises you saw we’re from my father. i got mad at you that day because i didn’t want anyone knowing about them, and also because we we’re moving to seoul and everyone was super stressed. trust me, i still hate myself for what i did to you back then. i was an asshole, and i completely understand if you want to stay away from me, but i just wanted you to let me explain and maybe hope that you forgive me and...perhaps, give me another chance?” he explained in a rush, trying to find his words. she looked up at him and sighed. seeing his pretty doe eyes now filled with tears, she reached up to caress his cheeks with both her hands. this action made hyunjin break down and hug ioana tightly, not wanting to let go. ioana was surprised, and she was still confused. but for now, she let him do his thing. a part of her was still mad at him, but the other part of her understood that he was just an innocent child. an innocent and wronged child. hyunjin continued sobbing slightly on ioana’s shoulder, muttering ,sorrys’ over and over again. she patted his head and broke their hug to look at his face. she frowned seeing his eyes, all red from crying, his nose puffy and a slight blush plastered on his cheeks.  “don’t worry, i forgive you. so you can stop crying now.” she spoke softly, giving him another smile.  hearing that, he immediately went to hug her another time, this time picking her off the ground and spinning her around. she started giggling and kicking her legs like a child, she was beyond happy that they got over whatever happened when they we’re kids.  “thank you so much, ioana. really. i promise- no, i swear on whatever you want that i’ll treat you so much better, i’ll treat you like a princess.” hyunjin spoke after he placed ioana on her feet, wiping away his tears.  “okay, we get it prince charming, no need to get all cheesy with me now.” ioana replied with a chuckle. “but it’s true. i still feel like shit for doing that to you.” “let’s just forget about it. i already forgave you, didn’t i?” “that’s true. though i don’t understand how you haven’t hit me yet, considering how i was a jerk to you.” “i have my reasons.”  “what reasons?” ioana shrugged her shoulders, not knowing if she’s ready to tell him about her so called feelings for him.  “oh come on! i’m curious now.” hyunjin pouted while looking at her with puppy eyes. “no way! you’re gonna laugh at me.” she replied back trying to hold back her laughter. “i promise you i won’t, no matter what it is.”  “pinky promise?” she asked as she held out her pinky finger. “pinky promise.” hyunjin responded, wrapping his pinky around hers. she sighed and looked up at him, a blush creeping on her face. she then looked down at her feet as she started fidgeting with the ends of her skirt. “i never thought of hurting you. even tho you did multiple times, i just couldn’t bring myself to do it, and that’s because...well- i may or may not have feelings for you...” she spoke softly, her heart racing like crazy. hyunjin widened his eyes and looked at her, then chuckled slightly. that action made ioana snap her head up towards him, a sad expression on her face. “you promised you wouldn’t laugh, asshole.” “i’m sorry! it’s just that you’re freaking adorable.” he replied pinching her rosy cheeks. “huh?” “you heard me, i called you adorable.” he smiled slyly, throwing a wink her way. she lightly punched his shoulder as she pouted.  “shut up before i make you kiss this white floor.”  “how about i kiss you instead?”  ioana scoffed as she looked away. “yeah, as if.” hyunjin raised his eyebrow again as he approached her. he cupped her face gently and made her look up at him, making ioana widen her eyes, her whole face turning a light shade of red. he started closing the distance between them, stopping when the tips of their noses touched. the younger placed her palms on top of hyunjin’s that we’re still cupping her slightly chubby and adorable cheeks. their breaths fanning over each other’s faces, while the cool breeze touched both their cheeks. “i won’t do anything unless you tell me, i don’t want you running away from me again.” hyunjin spoke softly, making ioana nod her head slightly. “just do it already, dammit!”  that’s all hyunjin needed to hear, and that’s when their lips finally met. his plump lips crashing against ioana’s own, making her slightly tiptoe due to the height difference. she felt butterfly pooling in her stomach. she was finally in the arms of the boy she loved dearly, and she hoped it will stay like this forever.  when they parted, ioana looked up at him as she smiled widely, making hyunjin giggle like a little school girl. he hugged her once more, tilting his head so he could take in her flowerly perfume scent. she hugged him back, warmth taking all over her body.  “so... boyfriend and girlfriend?” ioana asked as she broke the hug to look at hyunjin. he nodded happily, repeating after her. “boyfriend and girlfriend.”  ioana smiled again, her cheeks hurting from doing the said action too many times. hyunjin bent down to peck her lips once more, then taking her hand to hold it firmly, walking towards the exit of the school. maybe this day wasn’t so shitty after all.”

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lina i am BEGGING give us the son in law kaz fic please i need it in my life

i am so, so sorry this took so long! but the son in law fic you asked for is finally here and i loved writing it <333 this fic is based on this post by @clumsyyhearts, so thank you for having excellent ideas!

when is a monster not a monster?

i.

The first time Kaz Brekker heard the names Ioana and Lucijan, it was in a letter from a king.

Dear Mr Brekker, it began.

I got your letter yesterday, and I have to say, you have spectacular handwriting. Let's keep the threats and blackmail to a minimum for now, though - Ravka would be happy to assist you in reuniting two of our citizens with their child. We owe you one, anyway.

A quick look at our records show that Ioana and Lucijan Ghafa are the people you're looking for. Well, I'm assuming they are, considering they filed a missing person's report a few years ago. It seems they never stopped looking for their daughter.

I've sent a letter to be personally delivered to them by a lovely soldier from the First Army. He's a real charmer, so I'm sure they'll get in touch quickly. As soon as I know more, I'll let you know.

Please don't get killed before you can reply,

Nikolai Lantsov.

"What's that?" Inej asks from the windowsill, tossing crumbs to her birds. "Looks like the royal Ravkan seal."

"Nothing," Kaz replies, folding it up quickly and slipping it into his inside jacket pocket. "A friend owes me a favour, that's all."

Inej raises her eyebrows, but Kaz can't tell if it's because she's impressed or she can see through his lie.

"Did I tell you that I caught Madelyn skimming yesterday?" she says instead, and Kaz sighs.

"How much?" he responds, and the letter is quickly forgotten.

ii.

The first time Kaz sees Inej's parents is from a distance, when they see their daughter for the first time in three years.

Inej bounds down the hill to greet them, that huge grin that Kaz loves so much on her face, but he stays where he is. He doesn't want to intrude on their moment, of course, but if he's being honest, he's a little scared.

What would the Ghafas think of the man who had corrupted their child? What would they say when they found out that he had put a knife in her hand?

He doesn't want to know.

From his vantage point above the docks, he watches as Inej runs up to her parents. Her mother steps forwards, placing her hands on Inej’s shoulders for a moment before pulling her into a tight hug.

Kaz can’t help but smile to himself. A small part of him wasn’t sure whether he could bring himself to give Inej this gift - it would have been cruel to deny her, he knows that, but he doesn’t want to lose her already. He’s only known her for a few years, but she is already the best thing in Kaz’s life, and he isn’t known for giving up easily.

It’s not giving up, he reminds himself firmly as he watches the three of them. Giving someone their freedom is never giving up. Not when they deserve it.

Sure, he’s given Inej both a reason and a means of leaving, and he doesn’t want her to go. But Kaz Brekker is anything but stupid, and he knows his Wraith well enough to know that when she has her heart set on something, nothing and no one can stop her.

Just as he moves to leave, the three figures on the docks turn to him. Inej points him out before waving happily. He raises his hand in acknowledgement before turning back to the city, not wanting to taint their happy memory.

For the entire walk back to the Slat, though, all he can think of is the smile on Inej’s face. Happiness is in short supply in Ketterdam, but her grin never fails to light up a room, and Kaz finds his heart a little lighter than it was this morning.

Read the rest on AO3.

tag list under the cut!

@hrtbreakprincess / @tooindecisivetopickaurl / @kazcoded / @saltyfortunes / @just2bubbly / @kanejwhore / @whumping-to-conclusions / @lalalalalalalalalalalala

[outrunningthedark]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

Sending firefighter ™ hugs 🫂✨

Ioana. Please tell me I'm not the only one wondering what will be considered the "right time" for Buddie to hug again if Eddie's breakdown wasn't it???

What could possible be MORE IMPORTANT??? 👀 What are we IN FOR??? 👀

[fics-not-tragedies]

Call me your name

It looks like I’m back to my bullshit with starting new fics, yes it’s a prologue for yet another chaptered one. A piece from “How did we get so dark”, that includes spoilers from “Chapter Three”.

SUMMARY: A face from his early days surprises John at the Continental.

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Wick was in the middle of his way to concierge desk, when someone called him by his true name, the one he hasn’t heard in ages.

“Jardani” he couldn’t believed when he heard his name called in the lobby. He was surrounded by people great amount of people, but there wasn’t a single chance anyone knew this was his true name. “Jardani” the smooth voice got to his ears again and the turned around to see who was calling him, “Moj darahi, Jardani.”

She looked taller than he remembered, her golden locks were lighter now and that outrageously red lipstick on her lips meant that they weren’t kids anymore. Step after step she was moving closer to him, heels clicking on the marble floor and he was unable to took his eyes off her. There was something different in the way she was staring at her, her baby blue eyes weren’t the same anymore. Maybe it was the fact that he hasn’t seen her for literal ages.

“Ioana? Is that really you, kachana?” he placed his luggage onto the floor, throwing his arms open, so she could sneak between them, wrap her own arms around his neck and hugging him tightly while standing on her tiptoes.

“It’s really me, Jardani. Oh how I missed you…” she smelled like strawberry field on a sunny day, the scent filled his nostrils and he felt dizzy.

“Ioana” John breathed her name just like it was the last ‘amen’ in a long prayer. He wrapped his arms around her, his large hands roaming her back, the coldness of her skin made him shiver, she hummed softly, looking up at him.

There was not a single thing that could made him take his eyes off her. How stunning she was… those eyes he could drown in every time he stared into them for too long. He couldn’t believe she was real, maybe it was just a dream, a mirage, a feverish vision he had lying somewhere in an alley where he was bleeding out.

“I thought…” he started, but couldn’t say what he wanted, the words stuck in his throat. Instead he just gently cupped her face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together.

“I know that she told me I was dead… but she did it only because she wanted to protect you” Ioana confessed, trying to reassure him somehow, but she noticed that lonely tear leaving his eye and sliding down his cheek, but before it could fall from his chin she wiped it with her finger.

“I have too many questions…” John mumbled, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. His beard tickled her skin and she giggled softly, letting her hand to sink in his hair, twisting his raven strands in her fingers, her nails caressing his scalp.

“I might not have all of the answers” she admitted, her hand gently touching his cheek, “but I will try my best Jardani” he looked up at Ioana, trying to decode the look on her face, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, a small smile on her crimson lips.

It was he first time he saw her wearing lipstick and it was quite the difference to see her with red lips. It’s wasn’t that it doesn’t suited her, it was just… something else. She wasn’t that Ioana he used to know decades ago, everything about her felt different now: the way her voice sounded, the way she talked, the way she moved. He knew it was her, he knew who he was holding in his arms, yet she felt like a stranger to him. When he let go of her and took a step back she knew there was something wrong.

“What are you thinking about, Jardani?” she asked him, noticing his distant gaze and how his forehead scrunched, spoiling the fact that he was long gone in his thoughts.

“You.”

She giggled almost without making a single sound, he just noticed how her chest moved up and down. His eyes were scanning her whole body, looking at all her features and for the first time he saw a woman in her. One thing that caught his eye was the slim velvet ribbon in a shade similar to the one her lips were painted with, that she had tied around her neck; she never wore any necklace, not even the one he gave her one time as a birthday gift.

“What about me?”

“There is something-” he swallowed down the gulp that already formed in his throat and took a deep breath so he could continue, “You’re not the Ioana I knew, you’re not maja kachanaja. They showed me…” his voice broke a little and she noticed that his clenched fists were shaking slightly, “they showed me pictures of your dead body in a pool of blood. And now you’re standing in front of me...”

“I can’t talk with you in the open about what happened that night.”

“Yes, of course, more secrets, like The Director didn’t had enough of them for us” he leaned to pick up his bags, but she cupped his face in her hands, pressing her lips to his, capturing them in a sweet kiss. Ioana tasted like the variety of forest fruits, John could name all of them: strawberries, raspberries, dewberries, blueberries and blackberries.

She was like the angel’s kiss in spring and with it she reminded him that his life was missing only one piece to be whole again.

Her.

“Moj aniel” he breathed against her lips, brushing it with his thumb, her lipstick staining it with rogue imprint.

“I wish I could turn back time Jardani, I’m not an angel anymore... Check in, I will wait for you here.”

“You’re not leaving me again?” his eyes were sparkling with hope that this time she wouldn’t leave him.

“Not this time, Jardani.”

[ioana-huug]

îmbrățisarea chipului cu chip sărut se numește.

[critroletrash]

I just realized I have all this art from when I was a Patreon supporter of Ioana Mureson (the one who did the art on the CR Tarot cards) that I wanted to share with everyone.

1. Grog learning to read with Pike

2. Scanlan with Mythcarver and Bigby’s Hand

3. Vax giving Pike fun buns

4. Vex and Trinket resting after a rough battle

5. Twinsies hugging after Thordak

6. Kaylee playing at the ressurection ritual

[d-e-lioncourt-blog]

✌

[[ make him remember || accepting ]] 

✌ - a memory of a relative

Liam huffed softly as he scribbled angrily on the table in front of him, his eyes furrowed slightly as he tried to write the cursive letters over and over again but to no avail. It was useless, why did he have to write in cursive? 

“Troubles, young one?” A familiar voice rang out from the doorway, causing the young vampire to jump and turn towards whoever was in the doorway. His eyes looming up to see a slender, lightly indigo vampire. Watching him with a friendly smile and warm yellow eyes. His clothes a darker indigo, almost blending bis body into the shadows. Liam perked up a bit, as he hopped down from his chair. 

“Uncle Elian!” 

Arms outstretched as Liam bolted into his uncle’s arms, being scooped up by the friendly, elderly vampire in a happy hug. A warm grin spread on his face as he held the young purple vampire close. 

“How’s my favourite little бухалка?” Elian said as Liam pulled back a bit. Giving a toothy grin to show one of his little fangs had fallen out. 

“Look! One of my fangs fell out! I’m gonna get an adult fang soon!” Liam said, still held high in his uncle’s arms as his uncle gave a warm laugh. 

“Oh that’s wonderful, my little бухалка, you’re growing up so fast. I’m so proud of you.” Elian set the vampire down and stepped into the room with him, looking to the table and what Liam had been doing previously. 

“Oh boo, is Ioana making you practice cursive again?” He asked, looking to the purple vampire as the child pulled himself back into his seat. A defeated little nod coming from him as he picked up the ink quill once again and started up his practices again. 

“She saw a mistake last time, and she wants me to be perfect if I am to take over the De Lioncourt name,” He mumbled gently. Elian sighed, and took the quill from his hand. 

“Come on little бухалка, let’s go for a little flight. It will clear your head, and make it so you do cursive better. If Ioana catches us, I will take the blame, alright?” Liam looked up to his uncle skeptically, but slowly nodded his head and got up from his chair. 

“Think you can keep up old man?” he asked before he ran and jumped from his window, turning into a bat. To which Elian laughed and ran after him, flourishing and flying after him. 

“You’re getting cheeky!” 

|| бухалка -Bat ||

[architectnews]

Studio Puisto completes wellness centre that steps down towards a lake

Studio Puisto has designed a lakeside wellness centre in the town of Ähtäri, Finland, incorporating a large area of stepped wooden seating and jetties that aim to reconnect the local community with the waterfront.

Saunaravintola Kiulu, which combines a sauna and a restaurant, grew out of a masterplan for year-round tourism that the Helsinki-based Studio Puisto had previously been invited by the town to produce.

Studio Puisto has designed a lakeside wellness centre

The design aims to strengthen the relationship to the waterfront while also providing multi-purpose community space to be used by both tourists and locals.

The wooden form steps down a rocky slope on the bank of the lake, with smaller steps at either end providing access to the jetties and water and oversized steps wide enough for small tables creating areas for informal gathering.

It incorporates a large area of stepped wooden seating

The northeastern side of the centre is hugged by a cladding of black wooden boards that extend upwards to block views of the steps and bring more privacy to the space.

"The architecture not only avoids detracting from the wilderness around it, but also creates a sheltered, safe pocket for activity," the studio said.

The steps lead to the bank of the lake

The bright and airy restaurant at the centre of the building is contrasted by darker sauna spaces, all of which maintain a close visual relationship with the water.

"Every viewpoint from within the structure frames the lake, offering different moments and perspectives through which to take in and enjoy the natural landscape," explained the studio.

Black wooden boards clad parts of the centre

By nestling the restaurant building into the stepped form, two terraces have been created – one, more sheltered, at the same level as the restaurant and a roof terrace atop it, shielded by the black wood cladding surrounding the building.

The larger sauna sits alongside the restaurant, with a long clerestory window framing views of the surrounding trees.

The smaller, more intimate sauna occupies its own independent wooden cabin further down the steps, where a large window aims to create a close connection to the water.

"Here, the floor is levelled with the outside to make the transition between outside and inside seamless, visually directing all of the attention out the window," the studio said.

Dark cladding is also used inside the saunas

Throughout, simple and traditional materials have been used to create a feeling of cosiness.

Pale wood, curtains and redbrick flooring was used in the restaurant, while dark wood with matching red epoxy flooring creates a more private atmosphere in the saunas.

A bright restaurant sits at the centre of the building

In 2018, Studio Puisto designed another sauna complex focusing on ideas of community space in a former factory building in Tampere. More recently the studio completed an elevated black cabin for a new woodland resort in Kivijärvi.

The exterior photography is by Marc Goodwin and the interior photos are by Riikka Kantinkoski.

Project credits:

Architect: Studio Puisto Architects Partners: Mikko Jakonen, Emma Johansson, Sampsa Palva, Heikki Riitahuhta, Willem van Bolderen Team members: Ioana Maftei, Maiju Koskela (Interior), Sami Logren Client: Hankaveden Laine Oy

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[dontbeafuckingdicktopeople]

a - z tag!

Tagged by @btsghostx, thaaank you, lots of hugs 💛💛

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 10 blogs you would like to know better

A: age - 16 

B: birthplace - Romania

C: current time - 3:24 pm

D: drink you had last - water 

E: easiest person to talk to - my mom or my bff 

F: favorite song - it changes a lot, but right now is Fall by Exo

G: grossest memory -  probably when I threw up through my nose ( s o r r y ) 

H: Hogwarts house(s) - Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw 

I: in love - nope

J: jealous of people - rarely

K: killed someone - nope

L: love at first sight - not yet 

M: middle name - Ioana

N: number of siblings - one, my bigger brother

O: one wish - to see the good in everything

R: reasons to smile - everything ( ↑ ) 

S: song you sang last - Martini Blue by DPR LIVE 

T: time you woke up - 12pm (I went to sleep reeeally late)

U: underwear color - pink

V: vacation destination - everywhere, I wanna see everything

W: worst habit - s w e a r i n g or being a perfectionist 

X: x-rays - nope

Y: your favorite food - pasta  

Z: zodiac sign - libra  

Tagging: @fly-with-hobi, @thoughtful-yoongi, @j-hobi-hoe, @cipriss, @egg-utarteu, @hopeworldsavedmylife, @nine-in-the-afternxxn, @in-my-way

If I was to tag all the people I wanted, I don’t think I could have finished by tomorrow soooo everybody who sees this, go ahead, do the tag and let me know you better  💛💛

[unbleg]

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4.Care este blogul tau preferat?

Am prea multe…o sa las cateva aici:

@shes-mad-but-magic, @andreea-ioana-me, @ce-dracu-vrei, @andreeandreeaus, @simonastefania, @iubeste-ma, @blogul-nocturn, @18octoberrr, @filozoafa, @in-sen-si-bil, @sentimente-ascunse-in-zambete, @theblogdiana, @soulbright99, @ann-airam-zu, @beni-white, @panda-patru-sapte, @ohmyheart-itbreaks, @teonaprieuniverse, @vinovata-pentru-tot, @dani-hates-you, @25august-nl, @gandurinocturne, @nitulaura, @unacusentimente, @curierul, @ioana-hug, @11iuniieeee