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[heavenboys]

something’s purring

[missedmilemarkers]

Missed Mile Markers:

Welcome to Missed Mile Markers! 🌿📸

Hello and welcome,

I’m thrilled you’ve found your way here! I’m a quirky, humorous, and enthusiastic photographer, capturing the beauty of Colorado’s parks and wildlife. Originally, I come from a background in internet security and technology—specializing in DevOps, infrastructure, and optimization—and I dabble in programming. But here’s where things get interesting: I’m also colorblind.

The Beauty of Seeing Differently

Being colorblind is at the core of how I experience and share the world through photography. I don’t edit my photos, and here’s why: if I were to edit them for my eyes, they just wouldn’t look right to most people. The warmth, the balance—it would all be off! My goal is to capture moments that stand out in my mind’s eye. If it catches my attention, then I figure for those who see color as it truly is, you’ll often be treated to something exquisite. Seeing differently means seeing something truly unique.

Here are some examples as how things look to me.

Here are edited photos that begin to depict how I observe the world. The bottom one is the normal photo which is unedited. The top 2 photographs are edited to so you can begin to understand how I see the world.

That is a big difference, or so I am told.....

No Formal Training, Just Passion

I have no formal photography training. Everything I know comes from reading, learning, and then simply getting out there and experimenting—like that classic advice, "always shoot into the sun"… just kidding, never shoot into the sun, unless you want to! 😄

A Lesson in Color: Unedited, Unfiltered

Take these two photos, for instance—both unedited, taken at the same time with the same settings, yet the difference in colors amazes me every time.

The difference in the above photos are slight positional differences, and slight variation in time (maybe seconds). However the only difference I see is the one on the left looks darker....

The variations remind me why I prefer not to edit my photos. To me, there’s beauty in capturing a scene as it is, without my colorblindness adjusting the reality of it.

Other Works:

Youtube Channel:

Video Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/videomilemarkers

Interested in My Work?

I do sell my photographs, and in most cases, I’m more than happy to allow them to be used in creative works. If that’s something you’re interested in, just shoot me a DM—I’d love to chat more!

Thanks for visiting, and I hope you enjoy seeing the world through my eyes.

~ MissedMileMarkers

[chiikawadaily]

[dailyhomestarfacts]

Fact 111:

Main Pages 9 and 12 are the only main pages to still use Homestar's old design

[backitupmilfmompaige]

PINNED is my main page follow the back up just in case 🫣💋

[videomilemarkers]

Welcome to VideoMileMarkers!

Hello and welcome,

I’m delighted you’ve stumbled upon this corner of the internet. Here at VideoMileMarkers, I capture immersive walking experiences through Colorado’s breathtaking landscapes and beyond. Think of it as a peaceful journey you can take right from your screen—no hiking boots required!

My approach is simple: I set out with a camera, follow a trail or wander through a park, or somewhere in the city and let the sights unfold naturally. No flashy effects, no heavy editing—just the pure walking in nature.

If you’re curious about my photography work—where I focus on capturing nature’s beauty as I see it—feel free to check out my photography blog, MissedMileMarkers. And for even more immersive exploration, swing by my YouTube channel, where I upload walking videos, scenic tours, and the occasional unexpected find!

Whether you’re here to unwind, find inspiration, or just enjoy the view, I hope these videos remind you that the world is vast, full of small wonders, and ready to be explored—one step at a time.

Thanks for dropping by and happy wandering!

~ VideoMileMarkers

My Other Works:

[neonimebrownami]

If she tore my esophagus out my throat and bisected me chopping my head in two, I’d thank her. That’s a goddess sending me her love. I live for Tanya. Die for Tanya. Tanya can tell me to go kill myself and I would. Anything for a black queen. Anything for Tanya.

[gorysims]

   ૮ . . ྀིა ๑ ｡   🍓   ⢷    ᕱ ᕱ    ⁺ ⑅ ꫂ ၴႅၴ

ηαvιgαтιση - yana. byf. masterlist. recent.

1+ мεssαgε - sims and girlblogging is my new fav pastime.

[froyoyayo]

Main Page

About me : Lou, 13, love the colours light blue and light yellow. Obsessed with Challenges well Luca Guadagnino's films in general. Timmothée Chalamet is my number 1 obsession, love all summer fruits, strawberry and red velvet cake and muffin are my favorite

masterlist | rules | taglist

Movies/TV : Challengers, Little Women, Stranger Things, Beautiful Boy, Lady bird

Music : Arianna Grande, Charlie XCX, Nikki Minaj, Anything pop at this point

Requests/inbox in is always open!

If you wanna request, ask questions or just talk

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

“I don’t need you to be anything but who you are.”

Welcome to the Riders Quadrant (where these “Violent delights have Violet ends” ;-) aka an Empyrean sub-blog (my main blog is @lavendarneverlands).

“Sorry to inconvenience you but this year the role of Violet Sorrengail will be played by Xaden Riorson.”

You can call me by any of my (anon) nicknames Lila, Lavendar, (or even Violet if you like)🪻

“You are unbreakable.”

She/Her (please feel free to let me know your preferred pronouns), I primarily speak English (used to be fluent in ASL & wish I was in dragon), 🌈LGBTQIA+ (🩷💜💙), Zillenial, INFP/INFJ.

“Love at its root is hope.”

As well as being a Fourth Wing fangirl I am a fellow zebra🦓 EDS/POTS/MCAS (+ the whole trifecta) of chronic illness🥄 & advocate. + C-PTSD (so TW’s appreciated).🩵

“Not all strength is physical.”

In another life I may have been Violet Sorrengail🐉 but in this one I am simply a fangirl! … So, that’s what this page is here for! Please feel free to tag & or “Ask��! And I look forward to braving the dark (or whatever book 4’s slogan is) with ya!😊🫶

“You have been the gift of my life.”

[piggyinthesea]

To All The Boys I’ve Hurt | 002

part two of this fic

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴄᴀʀʟᴏs sᴀɪɴᴢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: “ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ. ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀ ɪs ɪʀʀᴇʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀs. ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟʟʏ, ᴍᴀᴛᴇ.”

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k+

Finally, you replied, breaking the anticipation. Swiftly, he reciprocated, and our text chat turned into an extended conversation. Every day leading up to the Japan Grand Prix felt like a chapter in a thrilling saga. Meanwhile, your cousin covertly envied you in the background. On race day, your cousin was buzzing with excitement, and you was just happy to spend the day with her. The irony of wearing Red Bull gear in the Ferrari Paddock wasn’t something that worried you. In a white shirt with a bright-red bow in your hair, you unintentionally created a fashion paradox, blending in to the fans of Ferrari.

“I’m going to get stares from Ferrari fans. Who cares, though? Still repping Red Bull,” your cousin declared, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Amidst your confusion, she groaned, “Dude, pulling Formula One guys without knowing the first thing about Formula One? Carlos is Ferrari’s second driver. Remember the picture I showed you yesterday?”

“Oh! That picture. Damn. I thought he was a mechanic or something. So, that’s why you were worried about them finding out about each other.” The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place, revealing a mosaic of logos on his shirt that should’ve been a dead giveaway. Maybe you weren’t the sharpest tool, but you sure dazzled.

She laughs at your cluelessness. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Let me just text Carl- Carlos, I mean.” You swore that was unintentional.

Carlos

heyy!! good luck today :)

thanks, you ;). hopefully I can see you after the race. i miss you already.

Carlos’s stomach did a delightful somersault as he smiled at your text. With his phone locked away, he transformed into his racing alter ego. He lifted his shirt, the marks from your recent escapade played peek-a-boo, hinting at the nocturnal secrets you shared.

Charles entered, strolling into the locker room with a teasing whistle. “Someone had a fun night!” Charles whistles as he dominants his space. Carlos’s skin flushes, he shamelessly smiles and looks away. It had been a while since the two of you slept together, but because the marks you left on him were dark and large, it took a while for them to fade. It had only been about a week, but the marks were still visible. Just slightly faded. Carlos blushed, skillfully deflecting the banter. With his back turned, Charles couldn’t help but notice the cryptic scratches on Carlos’s neck – an inadvertent trail of evidence.

“Cállate.” Carlos playfully deflects the subject. With Carlos’s back facing Charles, Charles begins to overly examine the familiar scratches by his neck.

Charles squints, his stomach nearly dropping at the sight. They looked too familiar.

“Fuck, Charles. Oh god.” Those scratches painted a vivid picture, and Charles unwittingly stumbled upon a clandestine affair.

Face buried in the crook of your neck, Carlos whispered, “I will forever love you, ma belle.” A whispered promise that added a thrilling layer to your entanglement.

You pull his face and lock eyes with him, “You shouldn’t, my love.”

Charles grapples with a sense of betrayal, but deep down, he understands he shouldn’t. Rationalizing that there’s no conceivable way Carlos could have known about his history with her, he questions whether Carlos would have pursued a romantic connection if he had known. The uncertainty lingers – would Carlos have slept with her if he was aware of their shared past? The internal conflict churns within Charles as he navigates the intricate web of emotions.

Carlos turns around, fully dressed, and catches the peculiar expression on Charles’s face. “What?” he inquires lightly, prompting Charles to articulate the unspoken tension hanging between them.

Charles remains silent, contemplating his words. Finally, he breaks the silence, asking, “If I tell you, will you care enough about our friendship to stop?” The gravity of his question hangs in the air, a plea for understanding and preservation of their bond.

Carlos’s stomach takes a sudden plunge as he discerns that Charles is aware of the truth. Despite this, he maintains his composure, standing firm. “What are you talking about?” Carlos asks, a mix of reluctance and fear evident in his voice. He initiated the question, yet a part of him dreads the revelation, afraid of what it might entail for their relationship.

“Devil-spawn girl, you met her. Right? Look, man, stop while you can. I’m not just speaking from jealousy; I’m speaking to you as a friend. She’s not good for you,” Charles adds, a tinge of envy coloring his cautionary words. The undertone of jealousy reveals the emotional struggle within Charles, accentuating the complexity of their friendship in the face of intertwined romantic entanglements.

“Who I have relations with is none of your concern. Whether or not you know her is irrelevant because she’s not yours. Respectfully, mate,” Carlos retorts, the tension in his voice echoing the strain on their friendship. His words hang heavily in the air, emphasizing the palpable rift that has formed between them due to the complexities of their intertwined relationships.

Charles stands frozen, his emotions a volatile mix of pity, envy, and bitterness towards his friend. The air thickens with tension as Charles grapples with the stark contrast between his evening plans and Carlos’s company with you. Unbeknownst of the unconscious glares he shoots at Carlos, the unspoken tension heightens, setting the stage for a complex unraveling of their intertwined relationships.

The prevailing tension hangs like a heavy cloud, noticeable to all, and the fleeting glimpses caught by a select few cameras reveal the glares Charles casts towards Carlos, laden with an unmistakable sorrow. The mere mention of you induces a poignant melancholy in Charles, inviting him to delve into the depths of retrospection. As he ruminates on the past, a profound sadness settles in his eyes. Charles, once confident in his efforts, now carries the weight of unfulfilled expectations and the somber realization that, despite his attentive listening and genuine regard, something essential slipped away. The undertones of sadness paint a poignant portrait of Charles wrestling with the echoes of a relationship that eluded his grasp.

Seated in the Ferrari paddock, you and your cousin become aware of the conspicuous glances from Ferrari fans due to her Red Bull attire. Undeterred, she dismisses the judgmental looks and immerses herself in the exclusive privileges offered within the paddock during the races, reveling in the unique experience despite the disapproving gazes.

Immersed in the race, you find joy in the shared experience with your cousin. Her occasional muttering of random facts about specific teams and cars adds an endearing layer to the moment, and you can’t help but appreciate her cute enthusiasm for the intricacies of the Formula One world. The blend of excitement and shared knowledge enhances the overall enjoyment of the race day.

The proximity to the racing cars unveils a revelation – the sheer speed is beyond comprehension until you witness it up close. They fly by in a blur, leaving an ephemeral imprint. The experience is awe-inspiring, highlighting the marvels achievable through engineering and mechanics. As two red cars streak by in rapid succession, the spectacle becomes a testament to the thrilling capabilities of modern racing technology.

“You fucked one of those drivers and are about to fuck the other, you know?” Your cousin delivers the statement with unabashed candor, injecting a provocative and cheeky vibe into the conversation. The bold remark intensifies the atmosphere, creating a moment of shared amusement amidst the high-speed drama of the racing event.

A sharp nudge to her waist accompanies your response, “You’re annoying, you know.” The physical gesture punctuates your playful reproach, capturing the mix of irritation and camaraderie that defines your dynamic with your cousin during this candid exchange.

The mischievous thought crosses your mind: “Should I blow her mind?” You contemplate, “I hooked up with Carlos. Yesterday. While you were away…” The revelation hangs in the air, adding an unexpected twist to the conversation and leaving room for your cousin’s stunned reaction.

Her wide-eyed stare lingers for a moment before she exclaims, "You can't keep getting away with this! You can't keep getting away with this. You have to share your Formula One connections with me, get me a date with Max Verstappen, please!" The volume of her voice fluctuates, creating a crescendo of excitement that culminates in a more subdued plea for a connection with the renowned driver. The mix of astonishment and her final, almost whispered, request adds a layer of humor to the exchange.

Amused by her request, you laugh and respond, “I don’t know who that is. I’m assuming a race car driver. How would I even bring that up with Carlos?” Your lighthearted tone underscores the irony of the situation, emphasizing your lack of familiarity with the Formula One world despite the amusing connection you’ve formed.

Her plea tugs at your empathy as she begs, “Please. I really admire him. At least try, for me?” The earnestness in her request adds a touch of sincerity, prompting you to consider fulfilling her wish despite your limited knowledge of the racing world.

Charmed by her puppy-dog eyes, you find yourself relenting, and with a smile, you say, "OK." The exchange captures a moment of playful acquiescence, highlighting the good-natured rapport between you and your cousin in the midst of the Formula One excitement.

As the race concludes, Max Verstappen secures pole position, triggering an exuberant outburst from your cousin that resonates across the paddock, much to the dismay of nearby Ferrari drivers. Charles Leclerc claims second place, and you stand in awkward silence. However, when Carlos Sainz secures third place, your natural inclination takes over, and you can’t help but cheer for him, adding a touch of personal investment to the racing outcome.

A sudden realization strikes you – back when you first met Carlos, you mentioned having a connection with "one" of the Ferrari drivers. It becomes evident that Carlos understood it was Charles. This revelation carries a subtle sense of a lie, as the shared history between you and Charles unveils itself, introducing a nuanced layer to your interactions.

Carlos was aware all along. Initially uncertain if you knew he was the other Ferrari driver, he strategically used this ambiguity to his advantage. Concealing this knowledge, he anticipated the moment you would eventually find out, a revelation he calculated to unfold today. The intricate dance of secrets and revelations adds a complex dimension to the dynamics between you and Carlos.

Contemplating the situation, you question whether you should be mad. Despite realizing Carlos wasn’t overtly hiding anything, you find yourself not feeling angry. It’s clear that he’s aware you know, and you decide it’s better to take the initiative and text first, acknowledging the unspoken understanding between you two. The choice reflects a measured and composed approach to the unfolding revelation.

Carlos

hey, great race. we need to talk.

sent 5:44

In the wake of your text, Carlos doesn’t respond immediately. However, considering the circumstances, it wouldn’t be unusual, given that you witnessed him getting interviewed right after stepping off the platform. The anticipation builds as you await his response amidst the post-race interview.

As Carlos grappled with nerves, he remained oblivious to the fact that you had texted him, plunging further into the depths of overthinking and the looming uncertainty. The weight of nervousness settled on Carlos as he pondered: Were you contemplating ending things with him? Would this mark the conclusive end of what you both shared?

Carlos’s worries were momentarily eclipsed by the barrage of questions from reporters. As they interviewed the top three drivers, Carlos paid little attention, offering pre-scripted responses to the usual inquiries about the race. The mundane discussions about cars after a race failed to captivate him. All he craved was rest. Despite his job involving a significant amount of sitting, the act of driving, fueled by a constant surge of adrenaline, drained most of his energy.

The seemingly endless interview finally concluded, and Carlos, yearning for relief, made his way back to the locker room. Once there, the first order of business was checking his phone. The anticipation lingered as he sought a moment of reprieve from the relentless scrutiny of post-race interviews.

her

hey, great race. we need to talk.

I’m sorry. Does this change anything?

sent 6:04

A surge of anxiety fills Carlos’s stomach as he gazes at his phone, the weight of your response pressing down on him.

Charles, breaking the post-race silence, and speculates, “She knows, doesn’t she? I remember she wasn’t much of a Formula One fan – if it wasn’t for her cousin, she probably wouldn’t know about it at all.” As he speaks, he nonchalantly unzips his suit and steps out, introducing an air of uncertainty into the atmosphere.

Carlos bristled with heat at Charles's mention of you, irritated by the presumptuous familiarity. The unfolding drama in the room intensified as Charles spoke, assuming a connection that didn't truly exist. The clash between perception and reality heightened the tension, setting the stage for an unspoken confrontation. Despite the escalating drama, Carlos chose to maintain civility, concealing the internal turmoil beneath the surface.

“I guess. Mate, can I just please ask you to be happy for me, though?” Carlos’s voice carried a vulnerability, adding a poignant layer to the conversation. The plea for understanding and support injected a subtle emotional complexity into their interaction.

“I don’t know if I pity or envy you, Carlos. I respect you enough to let you make your own decisions, just don’t wear your heart on your sleeve.” Charles’s words, tinged with a mix of conflicting emotions, reflect the intricate dynamics of their relationship. The subtle blend of pity, envy, and respect adds a layer of complexity, emphasizing the challenge Carlos faces in navigating his personal life within the scrutiny of their shared world.

The remainder of the time in the locker room unfolded in silence. Carlos pondered Charles’s words, dissecting them for any hidden meanings. Before he knew it, solitude enveloped him, leaving him alone with his thoughts as Charles had long departed. The hushed aftermath resonated with the weight of unspoken tensions and internal reflections.

her

I like you Carlos. But, if you knew this entire time I had an old fling with Charles, why’d you continue talking to me?

I like you. A lot. That’s why I didn’t stop. I know it was selfish. I’m sorry.

It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize, not to me at least. This won’t change anything between us <3.

🩷🩷

Carlos swiftly transitions from his racing attire to regular clothes, and with a lingering tension in the air, he texts his sister, seeking a favor. Her inevitable questions follow, but Carlos remains tight-lipped, adding an air of mystery to the unfolding narrative. The unspoken urgency and secrecy intensify the atmosphere surrounding Carlos’s actions.

Shortly after the race concluded, you made a quick exit. Your cousin, eager for a Starbucks fix, pleaded for a post-race treat, and you gladly accepted. Amidst sips of your usual refresher and bites of a croissant, family topics took center stage. Engaged in a light-hearted banter, you and your cousin delved into gossip about each other’s aunts, playfully arguing over whose aunt held the title of the worst. It was evident that your mom, despite her protective nature, wasn’t the contender for the unfavorable title. Laughter filled the air as you shared embarrassing memories, creating a moment of connection and amusement in the aftermath of the race.

An hour post-race, you and your cousin returned to the hotel after the Starbucks run. Walking side by side through the hotel corridors, you reached your door and were greeted by an elegant black circular box. A shared look of confusion passed between you and your cousin as you brought the mysterious box inside and closed the door. In a moment of playful speculation, you humorously considered the potential plot twist of a Russian spy story, teasing the idea of the box possibly ending in an explosive surprise.

Relief washed over you as the box revealed its true nature – not a secret bomb, but a thoughtful gift. Opening it, you were greeted by the sight of delicate light pink roses gracefully arranged within, accompanied by a simple white note. The contrast between the initial intrigue and the subsequent tender gesture added a touch of sweetness to the unfolding narrative.

“Huh? Roses… poor guy couldn’t do better,” your cousin muttered, eyeing the box with a hint of playful teasing. Her comment added a lighthearted touch, injecting humor into the moment as you both assessed the unexpected floral gift.

You read the note out loud, “For my Devil-Spawn girl. -C.S.” The term “Devil-Spawn girl” echoed in the room, leaving a hint of uncertainty and perhaps an unappreciated tone in the air. The unexpected endearment carried an unconventional touch that stirred a mix of emotions.

“How cute. Carlos sent this. Why’d he call you devil-spawn girl? Is there some sort of secret meaning between the two of you?” Your cousin inquired, her gaze fixed on the brand as she meticulously counted each individual rose. Immersed in her curiosity, she simultaneously typed into her phone, adding a layer of intrigue to the unfolding mystery.

“Huh… not that I know of.” Your curiosity piqued, you leaned in, dipping your nose into the box. The lovingly strong scent of fresh roses enveloped you, carrying with it a unique aroma akin to rainwater – something that might not conventionally be considered pleasant but held a distinct charm that you vouched for. The sensory experience added an intimate and personal touch to the unfolding scene.

Your cousin, visibly astonished and perhaps a tad envious, expressed her disbelief as she learned about the actual price, which hovered around fifteen hundred dollars. “Woah! The price for these flowers. I completely retract my statement from before; this guy definitely went all out.” Her mix of emotions added a dynamic layer to the unfolding narrative, blending surprise, envy, and a revised perspective on Carlos’s gesture.

You scoot over to her, curiosity getting the better of you, and peer at her phone, eager to catch a glimpse of what she’s discovering or typing.

The Million Roses. 

The brand on the box matched what appeared on her phone, and the resemblance was strikingly identical. While acknowledging the undeniable beauty of the roses, you couldn't help but find them excessively expensive. A tinge of practicality crept in, contemplating that regular flowers from a vendor would have sufficed just as nicely. Carlos, however, chose the most extravagant bouquet. The realization sparked a mix of admiration and practical consideration – the amount spent on these roses could have bought him double the flowers at a street vendor, simultaneously making a positive impact on their lives.

You sent Carlos a quick thank-you text, and after a brief delay, he responded, apologizing for the wait. The conversation shifted as he inquired about your day. While you shared that it was good for the most part, you couldn’t help but admit that by the end of the day, your social battery had completely drained from being around so many people.

+1 838-738-7272

Hi.

The anonymous message perked your curiosity and though the alarms in your head rang stranger danger, you couldn’t help but reply.

who’s this?

Sorry, I was unaware you had deleted my number, I guess it’s been a while. It’s Charles.

[heavenboys]

Vinnie Hacker

[yeeshastone]

"The Animalia Almanac, a document that the Guild of Legends is putting together filled with information about the species, locations, legends and groups that can be found all across our world. Our hope is by gathering this info we can all better understand the world and about each other ."

-Phinda

(The Animalia Almanac can be found here.) art drawn by the talented Hynx

[gushinzgutz]

TIKTOK IS DOWN I REPEAT TIKTOK IS DOWN, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I CANNOT ACCESS THE APP AND OTHERS MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TOO ACCESS IT TOO.

WE ARE BEING SILENCED, THEY ARE TRYING TO KEEP THE PEOPLE OF THE USA FROM UNITING.

WE WILL THRASH, KICK AND SCREAM.

WE WILL BITE AND GASH OUR TEETH UNTIL THEY CANNOT STOP US.

WE WILL SCREAM AND YELL UNTIL THEY CAN NEVER LIVE IN PEACE.

[idontknowhowtoflow]

Gripped. Grasped.

Tenderness was lost once you left.

[rxosies]

✒ Tattoos

𖦹 genre : romance, fluff, idol!Jisung

𖦹 pairing : Han jisung x fem reader

𖦹 warnings : swearing (not a lot though)

𖦹 summary : You're just a girl who does & has tattoos living a care free life. Jisung is just an idol looking to get a secret tattoo, what happens when jisung becomes interested in the girl with tattoos. They say curiosity killed the cat but what if it didn't?

𖦹 a/n : I'm finally writing for my skz bias! I tried to put some of jisung's characteristics but at the same time wanted this to make sense so here we go.

You didn't expect to come in today as you had made plans previously that got cancelled due to an inconvenience. Nonetheless you came into work even though you could've stayed home! You love your job you really do though it might seem like a worthless job to some people being a tattoo artist is everything to you.

Setting up your station like you usually do so that when somebody comes in you're ready to get to work. Taking out the different color inks getting the tattoo bed ready you see what's on the agenda today, any scheduled tattoos and so on.

Most people that come into the shop are just looking for something new to get tattooed on themselves. Though some people really think about what they're gonna get and how they want it to look. You've done some really heartfelt tattoos over time and you must say they were gorgeous and you'd do them 100 times over.

Of course you have tattoos yourself, you wouldn't be a tattoo artist without them! Though your tattoos make people think you're unapproachable and mean, you really aren't you're a sweetheart. You have about 18 tattoos some without meaning some with, let's just say you've explored your options.

You love to tattoo women!! The women always have the best tattoo ideas and they take pain like a champ it always impresses you how the women barely flinch at the feeling. You, yourself know the pain of getting tattoos and mannn does it hurt! Though your smiling and blank face when getting them never shows that.

You like to think how many tattoos will you end up with in the future. You want more but you also don't want to overdo it too much, nothing's wrong with having a body full of tattoos you just can't see yourself having that many. You love doing name tattoos! It's what you specialize in a name can bring such sincerity and love from just being a name.

Hearing the ring of the bell at the door means someone has walked into the tattoo shop where you sit in your chair waiting for the person to be appointed to you. iPad in hand so you can easily look up some ideas in case they don't have any and are ready to draw their ideas down if they do.

Hearing someone walk into your station, looking up your met with a dark haired man who looks to be about his twenties you get up to greet him. "Hi welcome to the shop what can I do for you today", you say with a smile on your face ready to do what you love doing the most. "I don't really have a clue what I want, do you think you would help me out?", the dark haired man asked sitting down on the tattoo bed.

You being who you are accepted to help the man "sure, but let's start with introductions! I'm (your name) hbu?" ,You say to the dark haired man wondering what his name could be, "I'm jisung nice to meet you", he says looking down at you sitting in your chair. Looking up at him swiping through your iPad for tattoo ideas you say "nice to meet you too jisung, so what wouldn't you want for a tattoo?", you ask so that you could narrow down what he might wanna get.

"um no animals, symbols or portraits of people",he says thinking if he might want to add anything else to that list. "Okay got it, are you looking to do something random or something with a meaning?", you ask writing down the things he doesn't want as a tattoo on your notes. "Something meaningful I don't want to get something that I'll regret", he says to you truthfully hoping he can come to a decision soon.

Looking at him you think of some suggestions to make, yea you've done lots of meaningful tattoos but you've never given a suggestion for them, your clients usually have them thought out. "think of something you love, something that means the world to you", you say hoping he thinks of something he loves so you can start sketching.

While he takes his time to think of something you get your setup ready for anyone who decides to get a tattoo asap meaning here and now. You also love doing little unnecessary tattoos like, hearts, smiley faces yk those type of things if they want them you'll do them plus tiny ones like those can be covered by another tattoo in the future no biggy.

"so have you thought of anything?", you ask jisung looking at your different colored ink. "yea actually, just don't treat me differently after I tell you", jisung says which makes you raise an eyebrow in confusion and interest. "Of course not, now tell me so I can get to sketching some ideas", you say looking up at him.

"I'm an idol yk Kpop group, and the 7 boys I'm in a group with are like everything to me their my brothers", jisung says looking at you stars in his eye as he talks about the 7 people he loves. "Okay so I'm going to ask for more details just so I can get more of a perspective of what to sketch", you say genuinely ready to hear what he has to say so you can sketch down some ideas.

"uh sure how much time do I have?", jisung asks looking at you. "You have till 11 at night that's when I get off", you say, you truthfully have all day so anything works for you. "Okay thanks, but don't you have other people you'd have to attend to?", jisung asks in interest wanting to know if he was taking up your time. "Technically I can attend to other people that come in today yes, but there are other people who work here to attend to them it's also Monday one of our less busy days", you say to him reassuring him he had as much time as he wants.

After telling jisung that he begins to tell you details about the 7 people or his brothers and how they impact his life and much more. You listen intently sketching as you do, some people may think you aren't listening to a thing he has to say but really you are it's called multitasking. If you weren't listening you wouldn't have heard him say "sometimes it feels like they were with me since the day I was born", but you did.

An hour later jisung has stopped talking and is now looking up at you seeming as he has a question. "question?", you ask still looking at your sketches, "how long have you been doing this if you don't mind me asking", jisung asks in curiosity.

"I've been doing tattoos since I was 19 I'm 23 now after this year it will be 5 years", you say genuinely thinking of how far you've come in the tattoo industry. "Wow that's amazing, you must love what you do", jisung says smiling at you. Of course you love what you do! You wouldn't be doing it if you didn't what's the fun in that. "Yea I really do", you say thinking about all the tattoos and stuff you've ever done.

"I find you really interesting", jisung says looking at you with much more curiosity now, "Really? Why is that?", you ask curious why an idol or anyone would be interested in you! a tattoo artist. "I just feel there's more to you than just a tattoo artist", he says looking you in the eye, no one has ever said that to at your job or outside of it to be honest you appreciate he thinks of you that way.

"well haven't you heard? curiosity killed the cat", you say in a joking tone laughing while looking at jisung.

"well I guess I'm the cat, but I'm looking to survive", he says laughing.

Part 2?

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