#lee tai-young

[evildeadfan102]

I'm doing my own AEW wrestling.

Here's pics from DYNAMITE 4.

Young Bucks defeated FTR

The Bunny Defeated Ruby Soho

Bryan Danielson defeated Darby Allin

Nyla Rose and Kris Statlander defeated Abadon and Hikaru Shida

Dustin Rhodes defeated Keith Lee

Champion vs Challenges Mixed tag - Jungle Boy and Anna Jay defeated Ricky Starks and Tay Melo

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listen ive been engaged with yellowjackets for like less than a week but also im gonna say. it makes SOOO much sense van is the goalie like that's a goalie if i've ever seen one. everything about he screams put me in that net. it's like if the yellowjackets were a baseball/softball team she'd be catcher.

[jandro-of-ale]

First drawing on my new set up!

[k-star-holic]

Baek Jin-hee and Ahn Jae-hyun, as well as Kang Bu-Ja, are ruined, but why doesn't it work?

Source: k-star-holic.blogspot.com

[jokeson-u]

ok so we know shauna is the fastest, lottie has the best footwork, and tai is likely the best all around player. i wanna expand a little on that and what i think the other varsity members are good at.

so first off. jackie. shes the best playmaker. her dad was the local kids soccer coach when she was little and it was her major bonding point with him. she actually enjoyed playing soccer, and watching it with her dad. theyd make plays together and as she got older it kinda stopped but its still a sentimental thing for her.

shauna was always a fast runner, but she preferred track to soccer. jackie really wanted shauna to join from a young age, and shauna didn't like it but she did like spending time w jackie, and she was able to work off some of her frustration on the field when running. she enjoys going on morning jogs sometimes still, and tai occasionally joins her.

lottie was kinda similar to jackie in terms of playing from a young age. her parents and therapist found it important that lottie be involved in social activities. she didnt really care about it, but when she realized she actually had skill she started to enjoy it. it was an easy way to make friends so her parents and therapist dont worry, and as she gets older, its an excuse not to be sitting at home all alone. lottie is a very dedicated person when she cares about something, so her effort in soccer resulted in her above average footwork on the field.

taissa did softball, swim, and briefly basketball as a kid. she wasnt super into it but she was pretty good. like lottie, taissa is a dedicated person, but unlike her, tai puts her 110% into everything, even if she doesnt care about it all that much. she wants to be the best at everything she does. during a soccer unit in middle school gym, she realizes soccer is everything she likes in a sport- especially because its the best shes ever played.

van is goalie obviously, and has the best reflexes. she doesnt do a ton of on field drills bc of her position but she does a lot of training w coach ben while the team does their drills. shes improved drastically at her goalie skills with all the one on one during practice. plus, tai sometimes ropes her into practicing when she goes over to her place, and tai does not go easy on her lol.

natalie is the best scorer. she doesnt actually play organized soccer until high school, but she used to practice juggling a ball in front of her trailer growing up. she got really good at it which is why she figured she'd join the team in high school as something to get her away from her parents. because of her physical comfort with the ball, she was naturally good at taking controlled shots.

laura lee is the best passer and executer. she listens intently to the plays given and is the backbone of getting the ball across the field. but shes also shes really good at sort of sitting back and observing the other teams strengths and weaknesses, and applying that to each play and setting up opportunities for her own team.

mari is a really fucking good defender. she grew up with a lot of brothers, most of which played football, so shes really aggressive and rough by nature when she needs to be.

idk who I'm forgetting and i dont care enough about allie to include her lol

[timextoxhajima]

Sonder: Part I

Parts: I II III IV V

member: enhypen heeseung! x oc! woo ki yeom [3rd person pov]

genre: coming of age, slice of life, angst, romance

w/c: 5k

warnings: topics on religion, distressed relationships, mental health (I want to leave an a/n here that I grew up with my maternal family being Buddhists so what I've written is based off what I researched online and the way her family practised Buddhism. I'm personally a free-tinker and this narrative is not in any way meant to offend nor support any particular religion.)

synopsis: after being kicked out of her home, Woo Ki Yeom is forced to live life on her own. struggling to find herself in the midst of her chaotic life, she meets lee heeseung, who, like her, can't give any more fucks to life than she does.

"n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own."

That word. That keeps coming out on Instagram pages and TikTok videos.

It's a strange feeling to know that everybody else in here was living their own lives. Maybe they were going through a breakup, or someone in their family had just passed away. Perhaps their pet ran from home or a trip just got cancelled because their travel buddy fell sick.

It's fascinating at first - but you get bored by it after some time. And even if you didn't, Woo Ki Yeom did.

It's not like it was difficult to figure out how to vacuum your room or do your own hair. Nor was it difficult to figure out how this washing machine operated, though Ki Yeom must admit that it took her a couple of minutes to get it down. But now, all she does is give it a good smack to the side when it doesn't start up.

"wo gen ni jiang (I'm telling you), one day you're going to smack it until it's spoilt!" The owner of the laundromat nags from the payment counter. He's a man in his 50s - Ki Yeom likes to think Mr Hsien is an alternate-dimension version of Eve from the film, Everything, Everywhere, All At Once. He clearly hates this life, and the only time Ki Yeom has seen his wife was when he was sick and couldn't run the place himself.

Mrs Hsien is just about ten times sweeter than he is - which Ki Yeom recalls - she didn't respond that well to.

She must think Ki Yeom is an asshole.

Then again, Ki Yeom knows for a fact that she is one.

"Then you'll finally come around to your senses and get it changed. I just found a coin from the 1930s the other day in my load."

"Do you know change washing machine how expensive?" Mr Hsien rambles on, looking through his glasses that were so far down his nose bridge, Ki Yeom thinks it might just slide right off. In his hands were dollar bills. "shi yi ge yue de qian (It's a month's worth of money)! From everybody that comes here."

She doesn't bother responding - no need to, unless she wants to start a debate.

"All day gloomy," Mr Hsien mumbles under his breath. She dumps herself in the row of chairs right out the door as he aligns the dollar bills and goes to unlock the door. "My wife say gloomy not good. tai duo yin (too much yin)."

His voice is slightly muffled, since his entire body is hidden behind the counter as he hides his money. After a few moments, his hand comes to grip the edge of the counter as he pulls himself up to stand, then he takes a deep breath and sighs as if it took him a bountiful amount of energy to get up. But he looks outwards at Ki Yeom and wiggles a finger at her.

"Are you listening to me?" He shakes his head, processing Ki Yeom just looking down at her phone.

Yes.

"You know, Chinese people always think young people who don't respond are very rude. If you were my daughter, wo yi jing hui ma si ni ah (I would've already scolded you to death)."

He grumbles as he pushes himself out the little door by his counter and waddles for the storage door.

"You shout for me if anything weird happen outside. I'm going to da bian (poop)."

Ki Yeom connects the bluetooth headphones to her phone and adjusts it over her head as the door swings shut.

It was a quiet Wednesday night.

Ki Yeom liked to do her laundry in the middle of the week because there aren't many people around, and she didn't have to wait for strangers to come clear the washing machines before she could use them. She didn't have to talk to strangers - which came as a surprise to her when she first moved here. She never understood why people would just randomly strike up conversations.

What was the point of knowing so much about someone's life when you're probably never going to see this person again?

But it's ironic that Ki Yeom has found comfort in a familiar place, enough to fall asleep. Even if Mr Hsien were to walk right out that storage door and finds her nodding off in her awkward sitting upright position, she knew he wouldn't wake her up. She knows, because it's not the first time she's passed out from a day's work.

Sometimes, Ki Yeom gets her inspiration from her dreams. One would be surprised how much she dreamt - because that meant that she could wake up feeling like she never slept. At some point, Ki Yeom was convinced that she was part of a cult by blood, because strange symbols, shapes, and creatures kept appearing in her dreams. She would draw them out and then go to the library to find anything on them, but to no avail.

Sometimes she blames this on her family.

But this 'gift' does her well at work, especially when the clientele of the tattoo parlour she works at are avid fans of the rare and uncommon.

Because of the number of clients who have grown fond of her artistry, she's been requested more than the average tattoo artist at the parlour she works at. Ki Yeom had been advised not to bite off more than she can chew, but it's not like she has any financial help or alot of money in the first place, so why not?

At least, not after she was kicked out of her own home.

In her busiest week, she spent four nights sleeping in the parlour, and had licorice and coffee for breakfast, a chicken salad for lunch and instant noodles for dinner on one of those days. And that wasn't even the worst meal combination she's had.

Some of her colleagues are kind - the ones who leave her blankets and buy her coffee and bread in the morning when they clock in. Others? Not so much.

"Too young." "Inexperienced." "Greedy." "Hard-up."

She's heard those too many times to feel a thing. It's also because she knows they're true. But it's not her fault she's greedy.

What's wrong with it?

Greed usually comes hand-in-hand with desperation, even if it weren't for a good cause. Greed comes with knowing how it feels when you lack something. Ki Yeom's greed stems from her lack of money, and is that her fault?

No.

She finally jerks awake from her evening nap when a loud thud manages to get past her headphones. Blurry vision still taking some time to clear, she's able to make out Mr Hsien frantically grabbing a rag and cleaning off the counter top. Tea was dripping off the edge.

Just by the movement of his mouth, she can tell he's rambling off about being such a clumsy old man.

She sits up and stretches her neck, feeling the ache when she pulls it the opposite way she was dosing off in. A slight frown, and then in the corner of her eye, she notices someone had taken a seat on the other end of the five-seater row of seats.

It was someone probably her age, maybe younger. But she returns her attention to Mr Hsien finishing the rest of his tea and walking round the counter, grabbing some dry tissues to clean up the remaining on the floor.

Then she catches the stranger glancing in her direction, as if wanting to say something - and then she realises that her music isn't playing. 

She fumbles her lap for her phone, then finds it on the floor right under the seat. The stranger seems to sit with ease now that she's picked it up. She almost finds it embarrassing when she tries to reconnect her bluetooth, but is interrupted by the washing machine she was using finally beeping to indicate that it was done. 

Ki Yeom clears her throat and gets up to the washing machine, yanking the worn-out door open. Gathering the damp clothes in her arms she tosses it into a dryer. She instinctively feels around her pockets to find the token she had paid in exchange for it, but her mood is slightly ruined when she can't find it. 

Mr Hsien is no longer in the counter, so she assumes he had gone to the back, berating himself for being clumsy, so she looks around the floor. Perhaps she might find a stray one sitting somewhere. 

She returns to the dryer, defeated. No, actually, she's too tired to be annoyed. Sliding the headphones off her head, Ki Yeom sighs to herself and rolls her eyes. 

But a soft 'tick' rings quickly across the surface of the dryer, and she looks up to see the stranger turning his back on her. The token sits on the white-turned-grey surface of the dryer next to the one she was throwing her mental tantrum at. 

Ki Yeom builds up the care to speak.

"It's fine but I'll just wait for him to come back out." 

He sits anyway, leaning back coyly and looking at her with a lack of expression. "I'm trying to collect karma points, so don't take it personally. Maybe another day if we see each other."

As if I'm going to see you another day. 

But Ki Yeom is not someone who rejects something when she needs it. 

"Thanks," The word is almost reluctant to come out. Without hesitation, she chucks it into the coin slit of the dryer and it tumbles down into a bed of tokens. She hunches over the dryer and jabs the buttons - sometimes they don't work very well either.

Ki Yeom hadn't always been like this. In fact, she was one of those kids who could plug in her earpieces over dinner and watch her favourite shows and her parents wouldn't say anything about it, because she knew to take them out when the food came.

Sometimes, her parents would join in on the fun of watching whatever show it was she was watching.

But what truly set her family apart from the average family was that her parents were devoted Buddhists. Karma, Liberation, Meditation... Honestly, Ki Yeom never understood what it truly meant until she hit her teenage years, and even then, her understanding of it didn't last very long.

It was a unique, and an admittable forceful, way of which Ki Yeom fell out with her family. As individuals who believed so much in karma, they had the tradition of donating large sums of money to the temple they frequented. They went vegetarian, prayed, kept a kind heart to whomever it was they met - and then her father was left jobless when the company he was working for got involved in an embezzling scandal.

Ki Yeom, at the age of sixteen, had witnessed her father go from the proud family man he was, to someone who stayed in bed all day, afraid to go out, in fear that he would have to open his empty wallet.

The anxiety became crippling and her father had developed depression upon the rippling news that he couldn't be accepted into other jobs because of his niche and limited experience and that he was too old.

At sixteen, when you've spent most of your life trying to understand and believe the ways of which your family has led their lives by, you'd be confused. Why was this happening? Have we not done enough?

What was once a home filled with laughter, comfort and encouragement, turned into a home that scrimped and saved every penny - even spending some nights without any electricity and relying purely on candles.

There was a gradual build-up of resentment on Ki Yeom's heart.

She had gone three years living off the meagre five dollars a day - and when you're in school with friends who find going to Starbucks and getting bubble tea an enjoyable past time, it's difficult. Even if they were understanding and chose not to go to either of those options, it was inevitable that Ki Yeom felt like it was her fault they couldn't go.

Just where in the world did all that money go? All the good karma points they were trying to accumulate? What happened to my God?

Ki Yeom had just graduated from pre-u. She wonders how she even managed to graduate, in the midst of all that falling apart at home, when it happened.

She had reached home after a day's work at the restaurant. As a waitress, she's grown numb to all the ridiculous comments and issues that customers bring up to her, if she were even paying attention.

So, all Ki Yeom wished was for a quiet dinner, a quiet evening and a quiet night to herself. She could crawl in bed and hug her pillows and scroll on her phone until she passed out, and then her day would start from scratch again.

But upon reaching home, she's not given enough time to respond - Especially when the things in her room seemed to be in the midst of removal. By strangers.

"What's going on?"

Her mother follows them out of the room as the movers trudge past her - and out of the house. "Ki, I'm sorry, we'll have to make do-"

"With... what? The floor?"

"You know how hard it's been, we just had to do this for the extra cash."

"How long is this 'cash' going to last us?" Ki Yeom puts her tote down, pushing past her mother and looking into the room. What used to be a cozy room with a bed, a desk, a standing lamp and even a beanbag was now a mattress, a makeshift table and a table lamp.

Ki Yeom turns around, at a complete loss of words. "You literally sold my room."

The elder stands, facing the door because she cannot face her daughter.

Ki Yeom gulps, feeling this intense heat coming up from within her. It feels like she's about to cry, but also wants to vomit and scream at the same time. "How much is selling my room going to make?"

"Ki-"

"How. Much?"

A pause. There's some knocking and rustling outside as they wrap the furniture in bubble wrap. Someone yells at someone else to hand her the money.

"Enough for a couple of weeks."

Ki Yeom sighs heavily, not knowing she was even holding her breath. Then, she coughs and almost hyperventilates. A scoff. Then, a strangled growl, like she was about to throw herself out the window, and the tears start to clog her eyesight.

She watches as her mother receives the thin stack of fifty dollar bills, and the man doesn't give them one last look before leaving.

There's a painful silence in the house when Ki Yeom squats. And when her feet become numb, she drops to the floor with her back hitting the wall.

"I'm sorry, Ki," Her mother turns and sniffles, shoving the fifty dollar bills into her backpocket. She squats, trying to look at Ki Yeom. But her daughter's head is hung low, for she has taken her final sanctuary.

"I don't understand... how this was an option. I'm working. And aren't you and dad trying to find jobs? Aren't you working?"

"I know... and we are... we just... we have nothing."

"What about grandpa? Hasn't he offered to help? At this stage... you want me to believe he hasn't offered any type of help?"

Her mother goes quiet, only taking a deep breath and sitting on her rear as well.

"What? What does that mean?" Ki Yeom frowns, tears finally dribbling down her cheeks as she struggles to understand. "Is he so heartless... that he cannot give us some to get by until something... better comes along?"

"Ki, we've been like this for years..."

"Which makes me wonder why he hasn't helped?"

Silence.

Ki Yeom frowns. "Does he even know?"

Her mother looks up at her through disheveled hair.

"How could he not know?"

"Ki, he knows. We just... you know the rules we live by."

Ki Yeom audibly gasps and chokes in horror. Her stomach drops in disbelief. "Rules? We are sleeping on the floor, our lights are candles and the table lamps are on the floor... we eat instant food two out of three meals and you're telling me... that out of filial piety... you did not accept his help?!"

Silence.

There's an eerie quietness in the home. Of course, atop the screaming in Ki Yeom's head and the traffic outside her home. Her vision is blurring from the tears, but she looks around her dark home, once brightly lit, and her vision ends on the orange-red glow eminating from the altar right next to the front door of her house. It's wide open, so the wind coming through was making the little flames on the candles flicker.

It's been untouched, only routinely cleaned and the oils thrown and replaced. Ki Yeom clenches her jaw, trying for a moment to resist the urge.

But to everyone's devastating shock and surprice, Ki Yeom harshly swipes her entire arm across the reachable counter top, spilling the cups of oil holding the candles and the incense sticks out of their packets.

Her mother quite literally screams and rushes over, yanking her away from the mess.

Smack!

The ringing is sharp in Ki Yeom's right ear as she processses the sting on her cheek, jaw and head. In the corner of her eye, she can see her mother is more surprised than she was. But this surprise is quickly replaced with anger and intense disapproval, so much to the point that her mother pushes past her and squats to pick up the items.

Ki Yeom's heart shatters.

She gulps, thinking if she should help. But her mother shoves her off, as if scared to be touched by her.

"Mom."

The clatter on the floor is gentle and quiet, and her mother is careful not to touch any of the shattered glass. Ki Yeom grimly squats by her and reaches for it, but rejection shoves her backwards on her rear when her mother pushes her away. She loses her balance and falls backwards, hands on the floor and her tears dribbling down her cheek.

Her mother's face is like rock - expressionless, tired. Helpless. Speechless.

Ki Yeom's face was starting to burn up.

"Mom-"

"Get out," She stops her cleaning and stares at the floor.

Honk.

"What?"

"You want so badly to do things your own way... and cannot agree with what we believe in... so pack your things and get out."

She resumes her cleaning up, taking the smaller, shattered pieces and placing them on the altar. While Ki Yeom remains on the floor, her mother squats, picks up whatever her hands can carry, and returns them to the altar. Again, and again.

"Mom, I- Please. How can you live like this?!"

The weight in Ki Yeom's knees start to shake her thighs when she kneels, dragging herself to her mother's feet. She hangs her head low, vision blurry and her head in a whirl. "We prayed to a God for years... my entire life... and we believed in everything we studied... Why were we not returned with the karma we always thought we've been collecting? Why did we pray and pray and yet nothing came along to help?"

Ki Yeom looks up, hair in her mouth and in her eyes as she manages to make out her mother placing the shattered cups back into position.

"Do not speak of Him that way," She whispers under her breath, opening a drawer and pulling out a lighter for the incense sticks. "He is always watching us... and He will help when the time is right."

Ki Yeom finally breaks apart in her own demeanour, sobbing and releasing her mother's clothes.

How can she choose a God, a deity... over her own daughter?

Her mother bows thrice, and sticks the incense stick in the incense pot. "I didn't sell your luggage. You can use that."

Ki Yeom looks up from the floor again, in disbelief those exact words came out of her mouth.

"I expect you gone by tomorrow morning," She turns and walks away, but stops and turns around for a second. "Nobody in my house will disrespect Him."

Ki Yeom had completely blocked out whatever her client was talking about - something to do with work. Her colleagues. Ki Yeom couldn't give any more fucks.

But she sits up to stretch her neck and back and notices in the reflection in one of the mirrors in her workspace a familiar back and a bald head.

She finishes up quickly, not bothering to acknowledge anything that her client has said. "Jun Yeol, can you help me tape her? I- yeah."

Instantly, the pink-haired boy turns around to look out the window. "Go. I got it from here."

"Chargeable list is on my desk. Thanks."

The bell on the door rings as she pushes her way out. She sucks in a deep breath, thinking of what to say again when their eyes finally meet. But out comes a rude and unnecessary: "What are you doing here? I told you not to look for me here."

For a moment, she feels bad. But her grandfather's retort is a reminder that she inherited her attitude from someone.

"I go wherever I want to!" He struggles to get up from the chair they've placed outside the tattoo shop for when there was a queue.

"Sit down!" Ki Yeom rushes over and pushes him back down by his shoulders, making sure to take a seat next to him so he didn't need to stand up again.

"I figured out how to make your mum's soup. The melon wolfberry one."

Ki Yeom looks down as he hands her the cotton bag that perfectly fits a thermal flask.

"You don't like cooking."

"I don't. It gets everywhere and there's a ton of pots and bowls and spoons to wash."

He shoves it into her lap, and huffs while wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Let me call you a cab."

"Cabs are expensive, don't you dare."

"I'd rather have someone send you home safe than have you pass out on the way back."

"And if I'm destined to die today, I will pass out anyway, won't I?"

The harshness and brutality of his words summon a glare from her. She wants to berate him for being so careless with his thoughts - afterall, she did grow up around the theory of manifestation of karma. And she knows for a fact her grumpy old grandfather might not have that much good karma left.

"Are you earning enough? For yourself? For your rent?"

She sighs and hugs the thermal flask to her stomach. The doorbell rings and her client walks out, turning to say thanks and goodbye.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Is it safe? Where you're staying?"

"We've been through this. There's a security guard on the first floor and you can't go up without a keycard."

"People out there nowadays are terrifying, have you seen? All these gadgets and hidden cameras!"

"I know, I know, but the estate is safe. Don't worry about me," Ki Yeom rubs her eye. Both of them go quiet for a minute. She's listening to the grumble of the asphalt as the cars go by, and she knows her grandfather is thinking about the other questions he had prepared before coming out to meet her. 

"If you're wondering whether they've reached out... they haven't. And I'm not planning on doing it first."

"I didn't ask you to, and I know you wouldn't."

They go silent once more, but the silence is broken by the bell hanging on the front door of the tattoo parlour. 

"Ki, a client called and said she's on the way but she's early for an appointment."

She looks down at her phone for the time. "Yeah, she's supposed come in at 4pm."

"Aight, call me if you need anything," Soo Min smiles at the elderly man, who seems awkward when he tries to return the acknowledgement. The bell rings again when she returns back into the parlour.

"Thanks," Ki Yeom waits for her to go back in before she smiles to herself. "You can just say 'hi'. She's a nice person."

"Her short hair scares me abit. Reminds me of the gangsters and hooligans that run around on the street and in back alleys back in my time," He pauses, realising Ki Yeom's disapproving looks. He clears his throat. "Do the people here treat you well? The last time you told me some of them aren't fond of you."

"Well, it's still the same. It's not like I'm going to try and change their minds about me. I earn my share and they earn theirs."

Grandfather nods and hums in acknowledgement. "You know... sometimes I think you're meant to come out and live your life on your own. I believe you were made for the streets - in a good way - and that you learn and meet so many new people outside of a comfort zone. It's something that the rich and wealthy don't get to have."

There's a gentle gush of wind that rushes through the corridor. The rows of shop along this road were in their not-so-busy afternoon period, but Ki Yeom could still make out that barista who got her order wrong a couple of days ago cleaning up the table along the corridor. And that hair stylist who supposedly cut someone's hair too short and almost got sued.

"Right," She responds first. "But I wasn't given a choice. Would've loved to have one."

Ki Yeom turns back to look at her grandfather. His wrinkles have gotten deeper, longer. She knows he won't be around much longer to be the parent that she lost. Unlocking her phone, she opens the taxi cab.

"Oi!"

Since her 4pm client had come early and Ki Yeom had gotten the job done early, she'd decided that she no longer had the mental capacity to stay anymore - besides, she works on appointment-only basis now anyway.

So amidst all the skanky, judgy looks she gets from the other tattoo artists who don't get as many requests as she does, she bids Jun Yeol and Soo Min goodbye. The evening sun greets her as the evening crowd begins to fill the surrounding cafes, coffee shops and other places that people go to.

She walks by the coffee cafe, and catches the eye of that barista who fucked up her order. She waves.

The barista, of course.

But Ki Yeom feels obligated to at least offer a smile, so she does, and proceeds on her way.

Finally in the comfort of her home, she drops her bag and opens her fridge, eyeing the half-eaten packet of frozen dumplings, miso paste and frozen udon. Ever since she's moved out, she had the freedom to test out whatever stupid recipes TikTok and Instagram had to offer that required three ingredients.

Well, provided she had the equipment - which was a pot, a pan, a mini rice cooker and an air-fryer that the tattoo parlour wanted to get rid of. Honestly, she hasn't used it because she's been afraid it would explode if she did, but it just seemed like a waste if she let them throw it away.

She prepares the miso soup while waiting for the dumplings and udon to defrost first - then the unusual happens.

Knock knock.

Ki Yeom frowns to herself, and mentally checks through all the bills and finances she has to settle. Rent? Not due in another three weeks. Credit card? Haven't touched it. Delivery? Haven't ordered anything.

Knock knock knock.

She turns the stove off and goes for the door, looking through the peephole.

It's the kid from the laundromat.

Perhaps he came to even out the debt.

Ki Yeom opens the door.

"Oh," He seems surprised. "It's you."

"If you're here for the token, I don't have any extra to return. I can pay you a couple of cents or a dollar for it if you're insistent."

"Uh," Gently shaking his head, he simply lifts a hand, and in it, there was an envelope. "This came in my mail. I think they wrote the address wrongly."

She looks at the envelope, and sees her name but with the unit 07-33 instead of hers, 07-38.

"I figured eight just seemed the most similar to three, so. Are you... Woo Ki Yeom?"

"Yeah, thanks," She blinks and reaches out for it.

"Mail's not that common nowadays," He nods towards the envelope. "They don't have your number or email?"

There's an attempt to chuckle, or make a joke. But Ki Yeom doesn't bother responding, only tearing it open and pulling the letter out.

"Yeah, they don't have my number or my email."

The boy clears his throat out of awkwardness. "Oh."

Ki Yeom straightens out the letter right infront of him. As much as she wants to forget that her parents ever existed, she knows she can't. She's been trying - which is why she changed her emails, her phone number, and didn't provide their names to the building's management for "allowed visitors".

Futile efforts - that's what they were. She might be able to change the way she thought but her heart can't forget. Her father used to tell her that the heart always knows what's right, but what he didn't tell her was how to deal with it when she doesn't want to.

Dear Ki,

I'm writing to share that I've gotten a job.

Instantly, she folds the letter back up and shoves it back in the envelope. Her blood boils.

Why did it matter if her father got a job now? It doesn't change what her mother said to her or what happened. It doesn't change-

"Um. You... alright?"

Ki Yeom looks up, remembering that this stranger was still infront of her. Vision blur, she clears her throat and shoves the letter back in his hands.

"It's not mine."

He looks down at the shredded envelope and haphazardly-returned letter. Her eyes are red, so he's not dumb enough to believe it's not hers.

"Are... you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Ki Yeom closes her eyes and rubs them over her lids. "Sorry, I was just busy making dinner. I have to go."

"Right," He clutches the envelope to his side and nods subtly.

With pursed lips, she looks at him one more time for acknowledgement. He's quiet, and careful, as he takes a step back and turns to leave. Ki Yeom gently swings the door shut, feeling her nose sour all over again.

Sucking in a deep breath, she looks over in her mini kitchen and stares at the slightly-cooled soup sittin on the stove. Then her eyes travel over to where she had dumped her bag, and remembers the thermal flask.

She walks over to it and picks it up, opening it and carefully sipping the warm soup.

PART II

[violentlyscreaming]

I saw someone else do this and very unfortunately for them I have already assigned the yj with Chappell songs in my head and they don’t match up

Shauna- After Midnight & bad for you

Jackie- Good Luck, Babe & pink pony club

Tai- kaleidoscope & meantime

Van- coffee & California

Lottie- super graphic ultra modern & naked in manhattan

Nat- picture you & guilty pleasure

Misty- my kink is karma

Laura Lee- hot to go (I’m sorry it’s funny to me 🧸)

Mari- good hurt

Akilah & Gen- feminomenon

Mel- redwine supernova

Travis- casual

Javi & Kristen- die young

[dear-indies]

hello hello! i'm looking for some face claims that could fit the vibe of a street graffiti artist? it's quite vague but i got the urge to have this kind of muse but i'm stuck on fcs unfortunately! any ethnicity is good, and preferably female or nonbinary fcs in their 20s please! thank you so much ♥

Lee Joo Young (1992) Korean - in Green Night.

Jenny Zeng (1993) Korean - in Lighter and Princess.

Chelsea Rendon (1993) Latina, possibly Mexican - her role in Vida.

Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - is queer.

Bae Suzy (1994) Korean.

Midori Francis (1994) Japanese / White - is queer.

Jaz Sinclair (1994) African-American / White.

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Rachel Sennott (1995)

Jessie Mei Li (1995) Hongkonger / English - is a gender non-conforming woman who uses she/they - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sasha Calle (1995) Colombian.

Mason Alexander Park (1995) Mexican and Spanish - is non-binary (they/them).

Sasha Lane (1995) African-American, Māori, White - is gay and has schizoaffective disorder.

Ayo Edebiri (1995) Yoruba Nigerian / Barbadian - is queer.

Kehlani (1995) African-American, Blackfoot, Cherokee, Mexican, Filipino, Choctaw White - is a non-binary womxn, lesbian and polyamorous (she/they) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ally Beardsley (1996) - is non-binary (they/them) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Florence Pugh (1996) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American 1/4 Korean.

Emma Mackey (1996)

Ruth Codd (1996) - is an amputee.

Myha'la Herrold (1996) Afro Jamaican / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Sierra McCormick (1997)

Lizeth Selene (1997) Mexican [Black and Unspecified Indigenous]- is genderfluid and queer (she/they).

Kiana Ledé (1997) African-American, Swedish, Mexican, Cherokee - has spoken up for Palestine!

Piper Curda (1997) Korean / English, Scottish - is apsec - has spoken up for Palestine!

Blu del Barrio (1997) Argentinian - is non-binary (they/them).

Chloé Hayden (1997) - is autistic, has ADHD, and is chronically ill.

Kiara Pichardo (1997) Dominican.

Evan Mock (1997) Bisaya Filipino / White.

Quintessa Swindell (1997) African-American / White - is non-binary (they/he) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ayesha Madon (1998) Indian.

Julia Dalavia (1998) Brazilian.

MK xyz (1998) African-American / Filipino - is a lesbian and uses she/they.

Maya Hawke (1998)

Andy Blossom (1998) Chinese.

Chella Man (1998) Hongkonger and Jewish - is deaf, trans genderqueer and pansexual (he/they) - especially in Titans role - has spoken up for Palestine!

Zoe Terakes (2000) Greek Australian - is a trans masc non-binary guy (they/he) - has spoken up for Palestine!

Odessa A'zion (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish, English, some Irish, Northern Irish, Welsh, German - has spoken up for Palestine!

Paulina Alexis (2000) Nakoda Sioux.

Ruby Cruz (2000) - is queer.

Beabadoobee (2000) ilonggo Filipino / White.

D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai (2001) Ojibwe, Cree, Chinese Guyanese, Afro Guyanese and White.

Hey anon! I just want to make people aware that I don't reply to asks for "women and non-binary" faceclaims because people in the community like to treat non-binary people was "women lite" and It infuriates me to no end, but since you said preferably I'm more than happy to reply and I hope these suggestions help you! <3

[ravenclawhalfblood]

I know they have 5 seasons planned for yellowjackets but I need it to end with all of the survivors going back into the wilderness one last time. I hope my rambling is somewhat coherent cause I have lots of thoughts but basically, the idea is that despite what happened to them having happened decades ago, it’s never really left them no matter how much they try to pretend it has. The truth is, the plane crash didn’t have any survivors. Sure, some made them out in the literal sense but not really. They all inevitably met their end in those woods. They lost themselves and their grasp on reality as they grappled to hold on to any semblance of normalcy and humanity. They did what they had to do in order to survive, but in doing so, they also killed themselves.

During Nat’s death dream, she appears in a plane and sees her younger self telling her they’ve been there for years. Because the truth is that they all died the second that plane crashed. For decades, they’ve tried to suppress memories of what happened and pretend to move on but as everything starts going downhill once more and they’re pushed together, all these old ideas that they used to cling to in hope of finding some motive and purpose are coming back again, the normal world and the world they built out there clashing together. They don’t belong in the normal world anymore, no matter how much they might pretend to.

Eventually, I think it’s gonna end with them coming to this same realization. The society they built, the one where love and violence are intrinsically intertwined and sacrifice and cannibalism is the greatest demonstration of an all-consuming love and gratefulness doesn’t belong in the real world. It’s in them but no one else could ever understand. They don’t understand that they all stopped belonging in their world the second Jackie died, taking away the last semblance of normalcy with her. When Nat chose the queen card and Javi drowned and they all made the choice to watch, had to adapt fully into this new harsh world in order to survive.

I think the ending would be the survivors finally accepting they don’t belong here. They’re just hurting more and more people. Tai with Simone and Sami, Shauna with Jeff and Callie. Van as the first and most firm believer of Lottie and the wilderness, Lottie as the voice of whatever was out there with them. And Misty, let’s face it, she would happily go back out there. Unlike them, she was probably always gonna end up like she did despite what happened. She never quite adapted to the real world and it’s rules and norms from the start.

Something out there changed them forever in ways impossible to explain. They just know they have to go back. So imagine one of the final scenes with them all waking back into the wilderness of their own free-will, desperate to understand this feeling within them, this darkness that’s been a constant since the wilderness. And there, they find the cabin once again looking much like it did when they first found it in season 1, with everyone they’ve lost standing there, waiting for them. Jackie, Laura Lee, Akilah, Mari, Javi, Gen, everyone. Even Nat and Travis but they’re young once more. And as they walk towards them, the older actresses are replaced by their younger versions as they embrace their old friends once more. They’re back to where they were always supposed to be. They’re home.

I don’t know, I just feel like it’s hard to imagine a happy ending for all of them and this one would be kinda bittersweet with everyone reuniting. It would also go along with the idea that there was something dark out there that wanted them, while at the same time not completely going into full detail on the supernatural aspect of the show which I think would be pretty cool. Maintaining this idea of elusiveness, never fully explaining everything. Also not fully knowing whether the survivors simply stayed there the rest of their lives or died or what. That doesn’t matter anymore. We just see them young and together once more. Everything else in their adult lives was like a dream. Until they woke up and finally understood they could never really leave those woods behind. That darkness out there. It was in them. It was them.

[laceyjane44]

GaaSaku 2023 FanFest Day4

Prompt: Medic

(AU)

“Come on, Gaara,” she groaned. “Not tonight.”

“Just give me ten minutes?” he pleaded; his hands, hot and sweaty as they were, grasped at her own. He held her fingers gingerly and brought them to his lips, speaking against them, “I promise it won’t take long.”

Sakura rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, pulling her hand from his and wiping the sweat from them. “I know it won’t,” she agreed. “You remember what happened last time? I do.”

Gaara chuckled. “You know I’ve been practicing, I’ve gotten better,” he countered, stating his case for the umpteenth time that day.

Sakura couldn’t help but glance back to the open mat behind him where Lee could be seen shadow boxing in the studio mirror, checking his form. “So? The whole team has been practicing for nationals. He’s gotten better, too,” Sakura stated back, a tempered warning in her words. She learned very early in their relationship that no one in the dojo was going to keep that bloated ego of his in check if she didn’t. Being top players in the division and instructors at the dojo, he and his colleagues were often left uncontested unless against one another. Gaara though, no matter how much she loved him and admired his proficiency in weapons specialties, just wasn’t a match for Lee in point sparing. “You were nearly concussed last time, and,” she emphasized by pulling him a little closer by the sleeve of his gi. “He had you down after three rounds.”

Gaara thinned his lips trying to hold back his smirk, but as usual he failed. “Ten more minutes,” he said as he stepped closer, slipping around the subject while slipping his hands around her waist. He pulled her against him. “And then whatever you want tonight is yours.”

Sakura turned her face when he bent down to kiss her, though it didn’t deter him from pressing his nose against her hair and breathing in the scent of her shampoo. It was a promise she had heard before and one that he was all too eager to uphold. Usually, it paid off to go along with it; another hour for practice here, another spar with Naruto there, and the rest of her evening was filled with his undivided attention. Gaara loved giving her said attention, and he was more than equipped to do so.

Having been in taekwondo since he was a young boy, Gaara had earned his blackbelt by the age of twelve and had known nothing outside the world of competitions, perfection of form, and intense physical training. He’d been making a living by winning weapons competitions across the country before he went up against the top competitor from Uzumaki Dojo and quickly found himself with a shiny new medal and recruitment to a full-time gig at the best studio in town. The Uzumaki’s had made a name for themselves and they fared no less when their son took over the business. They had a large facility that hosted anything from beginner level classes in Tai Chi and kick boxing, to expert level martial arts specialization fit for competitions at national levels, even global some years. Given the intensity of some of their programs, Sakura had been hired a few years back as an onsite RN that also had a license in physical therapy and massage therapy. She was an invaluable asset to the dojo and played a key role in keeping their fighters in shape for competition.

That was how Gaara found his way into her life; a series of overblown sprains and pulled muscles that had him seeking her out once or twice a week until she finally broke down and accused him of purposely monopolizing her time, to which he responded by stating that he wouldn’t have to if she would just go out with him, and he’d been showering her with his attention ever since.

But a tussle with Lee would leave him in no condition to do so, she was absolutely sure of it, and she preferred they start their weekend without a care regiment. Sakura wasn’t a fan of bringing her work home with her, but with Gaara moved in, it followed her home more often than not these days.

So, she tried a different approach.

Looking back up, she pushed her weight forward and leaned against him, those green doe eyes of hers blinking at him as she pouted. “You promised we would spend the night together,” she mumbled with a half-hearted whine, reminding him that with nationals coming up, their free time together at home was dwindling. Gaara ran his fingers through her hair, openly enjoying her methods. “You were going to take me to dinner.”

“My love, you know I will,” Gaara practically purred in response as he bent down and kissed her forehead. “Just be patient.”

She huffed and broke away from him to sit down on the benches beside the mats. He gave her a wink and readjusted his gi before joining Lee. They both seemed too eager for an honest rematch with each other as far as Sakura was concerned, as were some of the seasoned students and other senseis that gathered at the edges of the mat to watch.

Naruto and Hinata, their employers and the owners of Uzumaki Dojo, joined her at the bench. They had dismissed the last class of the day and came over to see what the excitement was all about. Being the procurers of the talent employed by the dojo, as well as one of their competing specialists in form, Naruto stepped over to referee their match.

All the onlookers, Sakura and Hinata included, were watching quietly for the first round. It lasted less than thirty seconds before Lee landed enough strikes to end it and get his first point, no shocker there, and Gaara quickly called for the start of the next round, already returning to stance.  

“Is Gaara looking to compete in point sparring at nationals this year?” Hinata asked, her sentence punctuated by the sharp Si-jak called out by her husband.

Sakura shook her head, bobbing her heel on the ground as the air filled with the sounds of sliding feet and deflected strikes. “No, sticking to his usual,” she said with a sigh. “He’s just trying to fix that sore pride Lee gave him.”

“Point, Lee!” Naruto called out. Gaara cursed and his opponent was all too eager to encourage him to try again, to try harder. “Bah ro!”

“I don’t know,” Hinata mused thoughtfully, tilting her head to throw Sakura a side-glance.

“Si-jak!” The next round started, Gaara was certainly putting greater force behind his strikes, and he’d gotten faster at deflecting Lee’s blows, but Lee had been busy keeping everyone in his dust.

“It has been a while,” Hinata continued. “I have a feeling he just wants to relive the nostalgia.”

Another point to Lee, another call for return to start. Round four; they certainly weren’t wasting any time, and she had to at least give him credit for the new personal record against Lee.

Sakura looked over to her and couldn’t help but laugh. “Of getting kicked in the head?”

Shaking her head, Hinata explained, “You know he wasn’t even aware we had an onsite medic until you needed to monitor him for symptoms of concussion?”

Sakura nodded; oh yes, she definitely remembered. She had been late to work that day with car troubles and received a call while at the mechanics; Lee overdid it with the new guy and they were wondering what the warning signs of a head injury were. She left her car at the shop and immediately called for a taxi, all the while running through some questions with Naruto over the phone. Arriving as soon as she could, she walked into work only to hear Gaara barking from the back rooms that he didn’t need to be looked at and he was fine. He obviously hadn’t dealt with defeat much, he was also visibly surprised when she was introduced to him as his coworker, and she’d certainly had her hands full with him after that.  

“Hurt pride or not; I think that was his favorite day at work to date.” She smiled over to her friend, a rare and mischievous expression crossing her face. “It’s not often you get a girlfriend as a consolation prize.”

Sakura looked away from the teasing in Hinata’s eyes only to see her lover take a swift elbow strike to the side of the face followed by a side kick to the ribs. Failing to counter the kick left him open for another set of blows to the ribs and that finished off the points needed for the fourth round to be Lee’s win.

Gaara’s back found the mats soon after and Lee laughed as he collided with the ground. “I’m sorry, man! I thought you’d keep up.”

Gaara groaned for him to shut up as he leaned up on an elbow and clutched his side. He looked over to his girlfriend from his spot on the floor, eagerly looking for her sympathy while feigning more pain than he was likely actually in. She became convinced that Hinata had been right; if losing against Lee meant reliving the first day they met, he’d be happy to taste that defeat again.

Somewhat apologetically, Lee looked across the mat to where Hinata could be seen grabbing the first-aid bag from beside the bench and jokingly handing it over to Sakura, and he called out, “Medic!”

Thanks for reading!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LaceyJane

FanFiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2120361/WiccadBaltane0501

[k-star-holic]

Cha Joo-young, Pythagoras (Oh really)

Source: k-star-holic.blogspot.com

[shadowredfeline]

Three in One Post.

a Few Responses Both for my Filipino Friend and my A-Pal

Well i didn't realize that Multiversus does Gleamium and Fighter Points. It's kinda like how Fall Guys was when you get these Purple Points or show points. But i don't buy show points since i really need a full Epic Games Account in order to do that. Because i haven't played Fall Guys in so long, like i have played Fall Guys on my PlayStation 4, and then later, i got it for the Switch and i heard some people told me the game is cross play like Minecraft. But the difference is that with Minecraft, we have to either a Mojang Account or a Microsoft account and i had to use my Microsoft account, and for Fall Guys, you got to have an Epic Games account or have to create one yourself which i should do if i have the time. Otherwise it'll be hard to create an Epic Games account without playing any of their titles. But i hope i'll check with Multiversus since i have the Xbox One version as well.

2nd Response to my Filipino Friend.

Well since the Pandemic is over, we can still wear our masks anytime we get sick like if we caught ourselves a cold. But next time there's another virus outbreak or Pandemic, i think it would be best if all of us as a family and friends to live in a mansion and i know it won't be a haunted one like Luigi's Mansion. Or even Resident Evil 1 like we both a Mansion, a Residence and a Laboratory for people who are great with science like my sister. Otherwise we can either enjoy Space life like have our own Ship like the Blue Typhoon from Sonic X or the Aloha Oi from Space Dandy or that shuttle from the Orbital Children. I have watched Orbital Children on Netflix since the Anime was made by the same director who worked on Gundam and Evangelion and Ghost in the Shell too. And though that Anime was just a short series or it turned to be a film. But i have enjoy the Anime since i did know Colleen O'Shaughnessy and Cassandra Lee Morris is in it. Otherwise if we didn't live in a mansion or a space ship base, then i'm sure we'll enjoy being in the online game world like if Cartoon Network would accept to have either Atlus and Sega or Square-Enix to work with them on an RPG game with Cartoon Network characters.

And 3rd Response to my Filipino friend.

That sounds nice you have watched that Anime before. Which it's something to watch besides Mirmo. I have watched Mirmo, but in the Japanese dub. Since i do enjoy having Rie Kugimiya and Etsuko Kozakura since those are the Japanese Voice Actresses we need for Riya and Miya. Like i would use Kozakura to play Miya as Mirumo, but with Riya, we'll stick with having Kugimiya to play her, but i thought of an idea, we can use her to play Murumo when Riya is really young, but in her current voice, i decided i would stick with her sounding like Happy from Fairy Tail since it would be fitting to have Riya and Lisa talk together since Yui Horie would make a good Lisa as Carla. But if you think the English Voice acting in Animal Yokocho is weird, i mean, i never minded the 4Kids Voice Actors since i remember some voice actors that used to be former 4Kids Voice actors and stayed to be actual Voice Actors. Like Veronica Taylor since she now does Sputnik from Astroblast. But i also known another Anime called Tai Chi Chasers that has some 4Kids Voice actors in it, but the anime was done by Saban Brands. And i haven't watch that show in so long. And when i was at the Convention 4 months ago, i identified some former 4Kids Voice Actors at the Convention like Dan Green and Eric Stuart. And with Pokemon, they had some modern voice actors and keep some of the form 4Kids Voice actors. And with Sean Schemmel, he used to be a 4Kids Voice actor, but now he's a Funimation Voice actor ever since he does his usual role as Goku and that's who i'm choosing to play Paul Ramcat. Or i can ask my dad how would he like to be Paul Ramcat, like asking our other A-Pal, EStar-99 on how would he like to be Jason Watterson Jr.

And also, the other Anime i have enjoyed watching that happened in my country America, was Hamtaro, an Anime that involves Hamsters and it's too bad that English dubbed got Canned after the Halloween special and when they made the toys at Burger King. But i would include the Hamtaro characters for Cartoon Network in Persona 3 or Persona 4. But i can add Both if i want to. And i know when Hamtaro's English dub wouldn't go on and got cancelled, i realized reading that Gundam was getting Popular with their English Dub not only just their Japanese dub. And i won't hate on that since i don't mind Gundam since it is your favorite Anime Franchise.

And for the Post you made.

It looks really cute seeing Spot, Riya and Miya looking like young adults. And one day when the three would get married and have their own kids, then i bet Shadow, Lisa, Maxwell, Sam, Emme and Jo would be proud. And their attires that the Smiling Critters wore looks awesome too. I bet my Niece will love that since she also has a Backpack she uses for School.

[mks-grin]

NCHammer just posted a video called How I Would Fix Konoha’s Teams, and before I watch it I thought I would take my own spin at it. But realize that I am only using the information from Part 1 - rather than from the entire series. I think I would rearrange Gai’s team to include: Choji, Lee and Hinata. Gai’s specialties lie in Tai-Jutsu, guts, and stamina.

Lee, having a speciality in taijutsu should not be separated from Gai. Gai is able to relate to Lee in a way the other three Sensei could not. Gai is the best sensei choice for Lee. Lee cannot use ninjutsu or genjutsu and does not have a specific skill set other than taijutsu.

Instead of Neji, Gai should train Hinata. (Neji needs a sensei that can show him how fragile his technique can be in certain situations, despite being a genius. Aka Kurenai.) Hinata, however, needs a sensei who can nurture her from feeling ‘undeserving’ to feeling ‘just as deserving as anyone else’. Gai is the best choice for Hinata, as he has the energy to motivate Hinata. Having Lee as a sparring partner would challenge Hinata in every way and help her develop into a more well rounded and gutsy ninja.

Choji would replace Tenten. (Tenten needs a sensei who understands how to ‘milk’ chakra or how to use it strategically, as she has a small pool of chakra. Aka Asuma.) Choji relies well on the jutsus from his clan, is well developed from a young age, and really could benefit from just having people who encourage him to be the best ninja he can be. In contrast, Ino and Shikamaru clashed with Choji and his need to store calories for later chakra. Choji is an easy student who just needs teams mates who understand him and can ‘tolerate his antics.’ He also could benefit from Gai’s ability to teach stamina.

[ladyimaginarium]

listing introjects' fcs 4 the sake of my& sanity

clementine maria jasmine cree ( twdg ) - ashley moore (primary), nyané lebajoa, amandla stenberg (secondary)

louis lacroix ( twdg ) - marcus sivyer

violet collmore ( twdg ) - phoebe bridgers

james dae young ( twdg ) - choi yeonjun

aasim acharya ( twdg ) - jeenu mahadevan

ava adebowale ( twdg ) - lashana lynch ( primary ); lupita nyong'o ( secondary )

harry potter ( potterverse ) - suraj sharma

hermione granger ( potterverse ) - logan browning

blaise zabini ( potterverse ) - rome flynn (tentative)

pansy parkinson ( potterverse ) - song hye kyo

haneul eun ha / luna lovegood ( potterverse ) - jung jinsoul

ginny weasley ( potterverse ) - luca hollestelle

sirius black ( potterverse ) - avan jogia

dutch ( black lagoon ) - mike colter

okajima rokuro / rock ( black lagoon ) - arata mackenyu

rebecca lee / revy ( black lagoon ) - jessica henwick

benjamin issacs / benny ( black lagoon ) - evan peters

edith blackwater / eda ( black lagoon ) - kristen stewart ( primary ); maya hawke ( secondary )

janet bhai ( black lagoon ) - mandip gill

lyanna stark ( asoiaf ) - adelaide kane

jon snow ( asoiaf ) - timothee chalamet ( primary ); kit harington ( secondary )

daenerys targaryen ( asoiaf ) - anya taylor joy ( primary ); freya allan, emilia clarke ( secondary )

asha greyjoy ( asoiaf ) - marina moschen

ashara dayne ( asoiaf ) - simone ashley, kate mgrath ( formerly; may consider dropping )

arianne martell ( asoiaf ) - deepika padukone

obara sand ( asoiaf ) - cynthia addai robinson

nymeria sand ( asoiaf ) - shanina shaik

tyene sand ( asoiaf ) - stephanie rose bertram ( primary ); gigi hadid ( secondary )

sarella sand ( asoiaf ) - adut akech ( primary; tentative); duckie thot ( secondary ), tracy ifeachor ( tertiary )

melisandre of asshai ( asoiaf ) - dilraba dilmurat

nymeria of ny sar ( asoiaf ) - aishwarya rai

visenya targaryen ( asoiaf ) - katheryn winnick

myrcella baratheon ( asoiaf ) - holliday grainger

val the wildling / of the free folk ( asoiaf ) - alyssa sutherland

willas tyrell ( asoiaf ) - peter mooney

garlan tyrell ( asoiaf ) - ben lamb

hua mulan ( disneyverse laced w/ historical source ) - zhang xinyu / viann zhang

tiana brown ( disneyverse laced with history ) - kiki layne

katniss everdeen ( the hunger games ) - kawennahere devery jacobs

worick arcangelo ( gangsta ) - austin butler ( tentative ); alex pettyfer ( tentative )

nicolas brown ( gangsta ) - chella man

alexandria benedetto ( gangsta ) - normani kordei

emilio benedetto ( gangsta ) - aubrey joseph (primary), rome flynn

constance raveau ( gangsta ) - shailene woodley ( tentative )

erica abaddonato ( gangsta ) - nastya zhidkova ( primary ); jennifer lawrence ( usually faceless if i& can help it )

delico abaddonato ( gangsta ) - lucky blue smith

svetlana morozova nikolaeva ( gangsta ) - tati gabrielle ( primary ); ryan destiny ( secondary )

bernardo corsica ( gangsta ) - ross lynch ( tentative )

nimes ( gangsta ) - dominique jackson

sherry christiano amodio ( gangsta ) - sydney sweeney ( tentative )

loretta christiano amodio ( gangsta ) - willow shields

georgiana corsica ( gangsta ) - loey lane

evelyn ( gangsta ) - sab quesada

sidney ( gangsta ) - cartia mallan

also, below are neither our& introjects or rp muses but we& may use in edits:

sebastian cree ( twdg oc; clementine's younger half brother ) - d'pharaoh woon-a-tai

ivan glaziev ( gangsta ) - adrien brody

galahad woehor ( gangsta ) - zae france