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It's gonna be alright (Keith Kogane x Reader)

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ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘ. ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ꜱᴀʏꜱ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ.

It was the final stretch.

I snuck out again. Doing it in the evening would mean that someone would probably catch me but at night it's much easier. If the rest of the team saw me now, I'd probably get scolded but I couldn't help myself. Hunk finally baked some edible cookies!

I grabbed a plate from the nearest shelf and helped myself to a generous amount, then rearranged the cookies that had fallen out of formation back into a pyramid. This way, no one noticed when one or two floors disappeared.

As a medical student, or rather a former student, because on Earth I've probably already been kicked out of school, I always tell my team to eat healthily. I am quite aware of the effects of overeating at night and too many sweets but everyone has smaller or larger deviations. Mine gradually started to increase after Hunk got a new recipe for blueberry cookies.

When we tasted them for the first time, I was skeptical because of their blue color. We chose Coran as the tester because no one else wanted to poison themselves. However, it turned out that we had avoided failure. They tasted like cocoa.

Since then, Hunk has been baking them almost all the time and I've been stealing them on the sly. It quickly turned out that paladins had a habit of getting up often in the middle of the night. At first I ate in the living room and almost got caught when Pidge walked by. However, I managed to find a solution. My place for a snack was the rather narrow roof, which was accessed through a window on the top floor of the castle. Perhaps someone would be able to spot me during the day but at night it was virtually impossible.

I headed there too, thinking only that in a moment I would inhale that cocoa scent again. I crossed the hall, opened the window, and then placed the plate on the tiny windowsill. I had both legs out and was just about to start eating when it turned out I wasn't alone.

Keith was now sitting in my usual seat with wide eyes. He looked ready to jump but visibly relaxed when he saw it was just me.

Well, great.

So I did the only right thing that could be done in such a situation.

— Cookie?

— Excuse me? — He asked.

— I asked if you wanted a cookie. — I sat down and offered him a plate. — Just don't betray to others because I won't have a life.

He ate it, then reached for another one.

We never got along very well, partly because we didn't know each other before I joined the team. It's true that I didn't argue with him like Lance but he had such a heavy personality that I preferred spending time with Hunk or Allura. He always seemed quite cold to me but I admired his skills and courage because he certainly had plenty of that.

The silence was quite uncomfortable, so I decided to break it.

— Nice sky.

No response from Mr. Silent.

It was beautiful. A shade of navy blue completely different than the one on Earth. Constellations unlike any I've seen. Everything was different here. The thought always brought a momentary feeling of nostalgia and longing for my family but I was used to it by now. It hasn't wanted to leave me since I got here.

— Sooo... you came to think? — I said with my mouth full.

— You could say that — he muttered.

What an elaborate statement.

— I came to eat without anyone noticing. I glanced at him. — But it didn't work out as you can see. — What are you thinking about?

I didn't receive any response.

Keith started to stand up but I grabbed his sleeve.

— It's a bit inelegant of you to leave me in the middle of a conversation now.

If this could even be called a conversation...

— Something will attack me here at night when it smells food if I stay alone. — I stuffed the cookie into myself with my free hand. — If you want, we can sit in silence — I added.

I saw his hesitation but he finally sat back down after the last sentence.

I wanted to keep my word, I really wanted to. The problem, however, was the talkativeness. Everyone around me knew perfectly well that I was loud and ubiquitous. I also had trouble keeping my mouth shut. Keith and I were basically opposites, which was one of the reasons we had limited contact.

In short, I could be irritating. No wonder I couldn't last more than a few minutes.

— If you don't want to say what you're thinking, don't say it — I started. — But if you change your mind, you know — I stabbed him in the arm — you can vent.

— Do I look like someone who wants to talk?

No, you look like an irritated bastard.

— No but you look like someone who needs it. You know, as a pseudo-doctor on this team, I also have to take care of your mental health. I think it's just as important as physical one.

His expression softened slightly. He was clearly wondering whether he should share with me what was on his mind.

The silence grew.

This is how my career as a psychologist dies prematurely.

I actually could have given up but I felt like I wanted to help. Kind of like when I was quite little and put plasters on literally all the kids in my neighbourhood who had bad knees. This feeling turned into a passion — the desire to professionally care for others. I didn't have the opportunity to graduate because I was in the middle of another galaxy but I did my best. I tried to use everything I had at hand to help those who were saving planets and races that we had never known about before.

— It's about my leadership — he began, so quietly that I could barely hear him. — I feel bad about it. Everyone is counting on me, they want me to give them orders but I have the impression that whatever I do, wherever I step, will be wrong. I'm not even sure how to get along with you. After I came back to the team, everyone looks at me differently. I'm not like Shiro. My only hope is to find him and bring him back but I don't even know where to start looking for him.

I'm out of cookies.

— It's obvious — I felt his eyes on me — that you're not Shiro. I'm sure we'll find him but it will take some time. You shouldn't try to replace him because each of you is different — I started. — It'll take you a while to get used to your new role but you're on the right track. Maybe try spending some time with the team? We haven't known each other for very long but I'm not blind. Some people really miss you, Keith. Don't run away from them, try to talk to them, eat some cookies and everything will be fine. — I stood up, took my plate and headed to the window.

It's gonna be alright — the cliché I may have tried to say to myself a lot too but what choice did I have? What else could I tell him?

— [Reader]?

— Hmmm? — I stuck my head out.

— Thank you.

— No problem but it was Hunk who baked them — I said, smiling to myself and then started walking down the dark corridor.

Keith will make a good leader but I might still make a good doctor when I get back to Earth. I should just cut down on the cookies...

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chcrryade · 2 months

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⠀⠀⠀ ┉ ┉ ⠀YOU’VE GOT THE BASICS, sure. But do you really know the seven? How they got here, all that they’ve been through up to this point? No, I didn’t think so. Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. Thank me later.

your seven pack soda contains . . .

Doyeon is kind, compassionate, full of the quiet kind of confidence. Mostly free of any stains on his personality that the harsh reality of the idol world may have left. He means well, most of the time, even if he doesn’t always express that in the best way—too full of urgency to want to wait for change to happen, for people to improve. He’s impatient even with himself, even, desperate not to fall behind. Doyeon doesn’t quite think of himself as the leader the other six want, but he’s trying his best just to simply be the one they’ll come to need.

Born in February 1998, to a nowhere town in Daejeon, Doyeon had a relatively quiet life while he was growing up. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, where people met up on the weekends in town halls or community centres to share coffee and cake and pour over puzzles, make idle chatter about nothing in particular. There was hardly anything to get excited about, but Doyeon didn’t really mind at the time. He liked spending his afternoons playing with his brother in the singular park, or helping his mother with dinner in the kitchen. He didn’t really need much entertainment to keep him happy in his younger years, and was perfectly content as he was.

Or at least, so he thought he was. The restlessness started to fester inside of him around the age of thirteen, and it was a slippery slope from that point onwards. He’d seen every single movie they were showing in their lone cinema more than twice over, had tried every possible position he could manage without hurting himself on the rusting swing set in the tiny park (at one point he could hook his legs over the bar at the very top and let himself hang, all of the blood rushing to his head—using it more like a gymnast than a bored child would), and was starting to get sick to death of all of the jigsaws he was made to help with every weekend. He felt a little lost for a while, drifting from mindless hobby to mindless hobby and starting to get frustrated when nothing seemed to stick. He was just sort of.. Stuck still on his feet, floating around with no real end destination in sight. Retreating into his shell, keeping his head down—that was, until he saw a rerun of Inkigayo playing on the old television strung up in the corner of their one café, and then all of a sudden he had a brand new dream, a brand new thing to strive for.

He found it was more the dance aspect of the whole idol gig that interested him the most, and so he enrolled himself into a few classes in the next town over the second he found the chance to. Dancing was all he did for the next few months, practically consuming him body and soul. On the way home from school; following whatever rhythm he could make up in his head, whatever tune he could hum under his breath. In his bedroom, diligently following along to the choreographies of his favourite songs and then sheepishly yelling an apology to his mother when she yelled at him for being so loud so late at night. Even while sitting down his feet would be moving, tapping along to a beat that nobody could hear but him. It felt like he had finally found his true calling, and it seemed that on the walk to the train station after a lesson an FNC scout thought so too. Hasty introductions were made, his hand was being vigorously shaken by a larger, slightly sweatier one, and by the end of it he had a business card tucked away into his backpack—an opportunity.

One that Doyeon, of course, took. March 2015, just after his seventeenth birthday, marked the month he made the official move to Seoul to start his life as a trainee. He dismissed his mother’s worries with the assurance that he would call every week, ruffled his younger brother’s hair just to hear his complaints, and left his nowhere town in Daejeon without a single backwards glance. That life, of course, after three years of hard work and an official debut with SLOW MOTION in 2018, would come to a rather sad end a little more than a year later in December 2019. There was no egregious scandal that tanked their popularity or vicious fight between the five members that tore them apart, but instead they just fell flat. Little interest, little sales, little point to keep them together. And so with nothing to do, and not much chance to dance in front of adoring crowds like he’d wanted since he was young, when JAGUAR approached him with an offer of joining a project they were working on in January 2020 he jumped ship almost immediately.

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STAGE NAME⠀DOYEON ( 도연 )

BIRTH NAME⠀KIL DOYEON ( 길도연 )

BIRTH DATE⠀11 FEBRUARY, 1998

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀DAEJEON, SK

HOMETOWN⠀DAEJEON, SK

ETHNICITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀CAREER

OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

LABEL⠀FNC ( 2015—2019 )⠀JAGUAR ( 2020—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀FOUR

POSITION⠀LEADER, MAIN DANCER

DEBUT DATE⠀19 NOV, 2018⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM⠀JI CHANGMIN

HEIGHT⠀175 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀56 KG ( 123 LBS )

Jalen isn’t the type to sugarcoat. His bluntness, no-nonsense attitude to most things, and general unfriendly look tend to deter people at first glance, but after taking the time to break through his walls those people usually find that he’s more fun-loving than they might think, full of passion for the things he loves. Lack of empathy is another weak point of his, though. If it doesn’t concern him, the group, or his work in particular, then the chances are that Jalen just can’t find it in himself to care. Why would he? He usually has bigger things to worry about.

Jalen was born on a late spring evening in April 1997, to a nightclub-owner of a father and a karaoke-loving and office-working mother right in the very heart of Beijing. Music, dance, and the far-too raucous laughter of the young partygoers drunkenly tottering on the uneven cobbles right underneath his window was something he grew up with, coming to know it like the back of his hand—the clattering of their shoes on the pavement a familiar rhythm in his mind. It grew to become something of a comfort, something that made him feel more unsettled if he hadn’t heard it.

With no siblings around to keep him company, and not that many close enough friends at school to bunk off classes or mess around on the walk home with, Jalen turned to music instead. At first it was just the hesitant accompaniment of his mother whenever she made use of her weekends off to spend a few hours at their local KTV, to sing whatever songs she wanted and have fun doing it, but from there it slowly began to spiral. While he grew to love singing just as much as his mother did, he also wanted to try and make some music of his own. Jalen was mostly self-taught in his endeavours, watching tutorials late into the night and messing around on his phone until he’d made something that sounded right, that sounded good. He began with simple mixes of his favourite songs, a little scared to try anything completely from scratch, but once he felt he’d got the hang of it he started to branch out a little more. He was doing short DJ sets in his fathers club from as early as the age of fifteen in 2012, slipping in a few of his original pieces just to see how well they’d go down.

Becoming an idol was never really part of the plan. He would’ve been happy to work in his fathers club for however many more years he felt he wanted to, until his mother sat him down one day in early 2013 and pointed out to him the fact that he could go so much further if he tried to get deeper into the industry rather that sticking to scratching (no pun intended) the surface of Beijing’s nightlife scene, imploring him to do more than either of his parents had. METRONOME was never really at the top of his list, either, but the auditions were the only ones he felt comfortable enough to aim for, and so on one hot summers day in August 2013 the sixteen-year-old Jalen boarded the bullet train to Shanghai and performed the best he could for the panel in front of him—nothing too elaborate, just a simple song and dance routine that he’d taken the time to learn back-to-front.

It was apparently deemed good enough for them to take him on, and so with encouragement from both his parents he made the official move to Seoul and spent the next three years training until the eventual debut of ALGORHYTHM in June 2016. They had a successful three year run, but it only took a single member leaving and overall dwindling interest in the pathetic attempt at a last album they put out as a six-piece for the group to be disbanded and for Jalen to be left with nothing to do but make beat after beat on his shitty laptop that he stubbornly refused to upgrade and then make up choreographies for them in his head afterwards—until, of course, JAGUAR gave to him an opportunity in October 2019 that he felt he would be stupid to turn down.

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STAGE NAME⠀JALEN ( 잘렌 )

BIRTH NAME⠀DUAN JIEYANG ( 段揭阳 )

BIRTH DATE⠀27 APRIL, 1997

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀BEIJING, CN

HOMETOWN⠀BEIJING, CN

ETHNICITY⠀CHINESE

NATIONALITY⠀CHINESE

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀CAREER

OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

LABEL⠀METRONOME MEDIA ( 2013—2019 )⠀JAGUAR ( 2019—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀FIVE

POSITION⠀MAIN VOCALIST, LEAD DANCER

DEBUT DATE⠀12 JUN, 2016⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM⠀QIAN KUN

HEIGHT⠀176 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀60 KG ( 132 LBS )

Some say Haeil used to be a little louder, but he thinks that’s just based on their preconceived notions of him. He’s jittery, stumbles over too many words in too little sentences and usually ends up just shutting himself up to save people the trouble. Anger comes quick, but regret comes quicker. But when he’s not stuttering or swearing, Haeil really isn’t that bad of a person to be around. Always ready to listen, always eager to help. Not your first choice in a crisis, but still someone you could consider keeping around for a little while longer. Not forgotten, just.. Not always there.

Hailing from the middle of Gangnam in the cold month of November 1999, with a cool and confidence-filled supermodel for a mother and a talent agent father with charisma running through his blood, Haeil had grown up in and around the complicated world of the rich and famous. And while his older sister basked in all the spare attention they naturally got as a result, Haeil wasn’t as keen. The constant cameras flashing made his eyes sting, the microphones occasionally shoved in his face on the way to school or on a simple walk to the store by eager reporters with leering grins on their faces as they asked him—a child, barely eight or nine or ten or whatever age he was when they did it—how it felt to have such influential figures for parents made him want to turn and run all the way back to his bedroom, and the general feeling of being watched everywhere he went made his skin crawl, made his stomach turn, made him want to lash out and start screaming and yelling and stamping his feet until all fell quiet around him.

But, as it turned out, he wasn’t aware of how good he had it. January 2010 was when his life—in his words, as overdramatic as it sounds—came crashing down before him, so fast and so easily it felt like a blur. One minute he was stopping in the quaint convenience store before his train to school to pick up some lunch, and the next he was standing stock still before the newspaper rack staring at his own mother’s debauched face, cheeks streaked with ruined makeup and mouth open in an angry scream at whoever was taking her picture. ‘Model caught in cheating scandal,’ read the fine print underneath, and then he was tearing a copy out right there and then, racing to the pages that held the full story, and reading it until his eyes went fuzzy. And then he was standing to his feet, numb, buying the paper and running all the way back to his bedroom, reading the same words again and again and again until he could remember them even when his father burst into the room and snatched it from his hands, until his sister was sat by him on the mattress and telling him that it would all be fine soon.

All the cameras, all the microphones, and all the reporters only seemed to get worse after that, multiplying tenfold. His mother was nowhere to be seen, his sister not revelling in the attention so much as she now despised it, his father was a shell of the naturally-confident man he used to be, withdrawing into himself completely, and Haeil himself wanted to scrub his own life off of his skin, out of his veins, and start all over again. That chance seemed to come only a year later, May 2011—on the tube to school, of all places, where the METRONOME representative that had spotted him had to tap him on the shoulder three times to get him to take his headphones off before he handed him a business card and asked him; “Would you like to be an idol?”. It looked like the one-way ticket to have his name be associated with something other than his mother, and so Haeil felt he could do nothing but agree in a half-daze.

The chance lasted for a while—three years, to be exact, after his five years of vigorous training. It all turned out to be useless after ALGORHYTHM fell to the wayside, after the six-piece fell into the deep end. He had wanted to be known for something that wasn’t his mother, but all that got him was then being known for being in the group that couldn’t cope after the departure of a singular member. Haeil was desperate for a third chance, another opportunity to prove himself, and so when JAGUAR approached him at the same time they did Jalen—October 2019—he couldn’t say yes fast enough.

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STAGE NAME⠀HAEIL ( 해일 )

BIRTH NAME⠀JEON HAEIL ( 전해일 )

BIRTH DATE⠀15 NOVEMBER, 1999

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀GANGNAM, SK

HOMETOWN⠀GANGNAM, SK

ETHNICITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

LABEL⠀METRONOME MEDIA ( 2011—2019 )⠀JAGUAR ( 2019—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀SEVEN

POSITION⠀LEAD VOCALIST, LEAD RAPPER

DEBUT DATE⠀12 JUN, 2018⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM⠀GOO GUNIL

HEIGHT⠀172 CM ( 5’8” )

WEIGHT⠀53 KG ( 116 LBS )

Chances are that if you’ve met Yijun, you probably don’t like him. And that’s perfectly fine with him—he probably doesn’t like you either. Practically unrecognisable from the awkward, shut-off, unsure boy from his predebut days, the Yijun of now is intentionally abrasive, provocative in every way. Always ready for a fight, although he makes sure he never starts them himself—he takes pride in pushing people to their limits, getting them to blow up first and leave his hands clean from blood. There are times when he’s nicer, softer, but those are few and far between and so hard to reach that some just give up trying altogether.

Born in the busiest part of Chongqing in January 2001, as the youngest to two older sisters and a branch-manager mother too busy for her own good, Yijun didn’t have heaps in common with any of his own family growing up. His friends from school were perfectly fine, but it was all skin-deep. None of them ever wanted to hang around when classes were over, or go to the cinema when the latest flick came out, or hit the shopping streets whenever they had a little bit of pocket money to spare on the weekend. He was left to his own devices for the majority of his younger years, and so more often than not that translated into him being led awake at three in the morning with his phone propped up on his pillow while he watched music show reruns all night, eyes never once leaving the perfectly choreographed groups as they performed.

Rap in particular was always something Yijun was interested in. It was a genre that stretched far beyond his imagination, and he wanted to learn about every aspect of it: how to go fast, how to slow it down, how to keep a beat and make it sound good at the same time. How you could mumble, words barely intelligible, and still make something worthwhile—however niche the audience for it might’ve been. He liked it so much he wanted to try it out for himself, bit by bit, putting all that he’d seen and heard into practice. It was always in the quiet confines of his bedroom, always with only himself as the audience to listen to whatever words came out of his mouth, but it was still rap, and slowly he began to find his own rhythm, figure out a flow of his own.

He practised until he thought he was good enough, took to taking any free sample beats from SoundCloud that he could get his hands on and rapping over them, uploading them onto his own account even if a grand total of 12 people ever bothered to listen. He practised and practised and practised until a calm summer day in July 2016, when he was sitting waiting for his bus after school and a poster caught his eye. It was a little old, clearly having been there a while and also having suffered through the many weathers of his city, but the writing was still legible. JAGUAR AUDITIONS, in faded black, with the times and dates written underneath. And while Yijun had never really been into anything spiritual, nor the ‘divine interferences’ his oldest sister seemed to be so obsessed with, it was as if it had been sitting there just waiting for Yijun to find it, and he wasn’t going to do such a thing as to ignore such a glaringly obvious sign as that one.

So he skipped school one early autumn day in September 2016, caught the train armed with only his phone and the clothes on his back, barely having enough money for a train ticket, and walked into the auditions room like he owned the place. From there all he had to do was wait for his turn in line with all of the other hopefuls and pray he didn’t forget all the words to his intended audition song, pray he was able to put all the things he’d learned in the time leading up to that very moment to good use. When his turn finally arrived he looked them all dead in the eyes and hoped they couldn’t tell how anxious he was, trying not to lose his nerve before he opened his mouth.

By some miracle, it was enough to convince them, and he was packing up all the things necessary to make his move to Gangnam as soon as possible. His mother accompanied him on the plane ride over, gave him a short hug for the first time in what felt like years, and then he was left to his own devices all over again—only this time he had a routine to stick to, alongside all the other hopefuls that were just as desperate for a chance to debut as he was. Yijun was practically over the moon when he was picked to be in a group named BONSOIR, with three other trainees he’d grown to cherish, but all that excitement disappeared after the sudden (and completely unwanted, on his part) addition of Jaehee in December 2018—a blatant outsider, someone that, to him, didn’t fit in with the rest in the slightest. He didn’t care all that much about the article in March 2020 that was known to many as the one that led to BONSOIR’s downfall because, to him, BONSOIR wasn’t the group it was intended to be at all if Jaehee was there. He also wasn’t the happiest when, shortly after the five-piece officially disbanded in May 2020, he was given the offer to join the growing lineup for CHERRYADE, but he did it anyway—if only to terrorise Jaehee just a little more.

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STAGE NAME⠀YIJUN ( 宜君 )

BIRTH NAME⠀QIAO YIJUN ( 喬宜君 )

BIRTH DATE⠀26 JANUARY, 2001

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀CHONGQING, CN

HOMETOWN⠀CHONGQING, CN

ETHNICITY⠀CHINESE

NATIONALITY⠀CHINESE

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OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

LABEL⠀JAGUAR ( 2016—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀THREE

POSITION⠀MAIN RAPPER, CENTRE

DEBUT DATE⠀22 OCT, 2019⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM⠀ZHONG CHENLE

HEIGHT⠀176 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀58 KG ( 128 LBS )

Minhui has a permanent grin on his face, spontaneity running through his veins. It might get a little overbearing, but if people just ran with it he’d become pretty easy to deal with. He’s bursting at the seams with ideas, overly restless from the years of not being able to put them to use. Prone to disappearing, to egging on any budding fights he sees, always making sure to take the side he usually knows full well is in the wrong—because he thinks it’s fun. Maybe not a particularly trustworthy person, with how flighty he is, but he’s certainly a fun time.

On a sticky summer night in Chiang Mai was when Minhui was born, June 2002. Despite his Thai hometown, he was born to two Korean parents (an eccentric traveller of a mother and a stay-at-home father who would willingly follow her wherever she wished to go next), and grew up having to juggle between speaking one language at school and with his friends and another at home, with his family. This didn’t last forever, though, because in February 2010, at the age of eight, their family of four (extended by the original three when his younger brother was born, when Minhui was seven and very much against the prospect of having to share a home life with a screaming, wiggly little thing he’d have to call his sibling) packed up and moved to Yangsan, in a country that was technically his homeland but didn’t at all feel like it to him at the time.

Yangsan lasted for barely a year. Just when he’d been settling in properly, learning how to talk like the boys at his school did, how to leave his tie loose around his neck like they did, how to act like they did, they were handing in their final rent payment and making the move to Jeonju. And just when he was finally making closer friends, getting to know the twists and turns of their small neighbourhood like the back of his hands, they were packing up yet again, and Suncheon was his newest home at the age of eleven. He almost didn’t dare to breathe, worried to say a singular word to any of his classmates in fear he’d get told the very next day that they had a new apartment waiting for them in another city—and he was right for it. Ulsan came just a month before he turned twelve, May 2014, and it was there that he and his family—the only people that hadn’t changed over the years, his meek father and over-the-top mother and irritating younger brother—finally settled.

So he let himself adjust, let himself settle in. He made friends, got comfortable, and soon it felt just like he’d been there since the day he was born all over again. Minhui’s days were spent joking and laughing and play-fighting, slipping out of the school gates before the first bell rang to the nearby arcades and basketball courts and crowding up against each other with someone’s phone propped up on a park bench as they tried to learn the latest choreographies to their favourite songs, and then lying through his teeth with a smile back home about all the things that he was supposed to have learnt that day in lessons. His audition came about in a similar way—it was a mild April afternoon in 2015, while he and his friends were bunking off, wandering through the city streets, and one of his friends saw a sign advertising walk-in SM auditions, hitting Minhui on the shoulder to grab his attention. “I dare you to try it out,” was what he said, and Minhui was never one to back down from a dare. It seemed that his mostly-freestyled dance routine to a popular boy group song he just couldn’t seem to get out of his head was good enough for the panellists sitting in front of him, because the next thing he knew he was being told he should be expecting a callback. What followed came in what was, to him, mostly a blur—the goodbyes, the moving into dorms, the practice, day in and day out. The eventual August 2016 debut.

He was perfectly content there, happy with both his members and his group and all the multiple subunits he was given the opportunity to debut within—until he just.. Wasn’t, anymore. Minhui himself didn’t even really know what changed, but what he did know was that he just didn’t feel right there anymore. Didn’t feel like he quite fit in with the rest. So when JAGUAR got in contact with him around July 2020 requesting his presence in a lineup for a group set to debut in August 2021, it was all he could do to agree. He doesn’t regret a thing, and would make the exact same decision even if he was given a chance to go back.

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STAGE NAME⠀GOGO ( 고고 )

BIRTH NAME⠀HWAN MINHUI ( 환민희 )

BIRTH DATE⠀16 JUNE, 2002

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀CHIANG MAI, TH

HOMETOWN⠀CHIANG MAI, TH

ETHNICITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀CAREER

OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

LABEL⠀SM ( 2015—2020 )⠀JAGUAR ( 2020—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀TWO

POSITION⠀MAIN DANCER, LEAD VOCALIST

DEBUT DATE⠀25 AUG, 2016⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM⠀YEOM TAEGYUN

HEIGHT⠀176 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀54 KG ( 118 LBS )

Jaehee was just a boy trying to get people to remember his name, and that want was what ended him up where he is now. It’s not every day a washed-up extra makes the decision to jump ship into the idol industry, and sometimes he feels he would’ve been better off with an instruction manual. Jaehee is someone a little desperate for approval, needing to please. He’s nice enough, but he’s also very touchy, temperamental, quick to tears and bursts of childish anger that he’s often too stubborn to properly apologise for—but he probably wouldn’t even if he wasn’t that stubborn, because he thinks they’re all perfectly justified.

Suwon was where Jaehee was born, in the month July 2002. As a child he only had his mother, his father having parted ways with the two of them in exchange for a new job in America. He was content with just the two of them until April 2009, when his mother had apparently decided she wanted someone new in the picture. She remarried in the spring, and he was suddenly having to make nice with his new older step-brother and younger step-sister, as well as his step-father. It was a hard change for Jaehee to get used to, and more often than not he felt left out, isolated from the new family of four as the forgotten middle child. He started to retreat into himself more from those years onward, only really leaving his bedroom for school or for the odd errands he was being made to run. There was nothing much to do except watch dramas and movies all day, and it was then that he gradually began to come to the realisation that he wanted to try it out. The idea of pretending to be a different person, even if it was only for an hour or two in a school play or make-believe scenario with only himself involved, was something Jaehee found he liked the idea of quite a bit.

He began acting by joining the drama club in school, and threw his all into it immediately. There he wasn’t the quiet Jaehee, the one that barely greeted his mother and step-father when he got home before rushing up to his room and kicking the door shut behind him, not coming out until dinner, but instead he could be the sociable one, the one that greeted everyone with a smile and always had friends hanging off of either arms, conversation flowing like second nature. He first got asked whether he wanted to be a real actor in January 2015, after a scout had been sitting in the audience of one of their school plays, and couldn’t be happier about it. From there it was a lot of forms and paperwork and older, far more important people than the talent scout he’d first been in touch with asking about where he wanted to go with his career, and him having to leave all of his school friends behind to enroll in a proper acting school, and lessons on etiquette and respect and a whole number of other things that made his head spin. Still, he loved every minute of it, and isn’t too ashamed to admit that he cried when he landed his first role—even if it was a minor one, with only a handful of lines, it was a role all the same.

The want for change came around three years later, early 2018. It wasn't like he’d lost any of his love or passion for acting, but it was more that he felt he wasn’t going anywhere. All the roles he landed were background character after background character, extra after extra, and he was starting to get a little more than sick of it. He wanted something different, a complete cleanse. A challenge. That thought process was what led him down a year-long spiral that eventually landed him at JAGUAR in December, where he had to take a moment and ask himself if the life of an idol was what he really wanted.

But, at the end of the day, Jaehee didn’t think it would be too much of a high hurdle to jump over. He already had the whole pretend-to-be-a-different-person act down to a T, and the rest could be learnt and improved on with time, as was the same with any sort of skill. And so he signed the form, began to train, and it was then decided after only a little while he would be officially debuting with BONSOIR in October 2019. Jaehee was wary, aware of the single they’d already released as a four, and for good reason, too—it was like they all couldn’t stand the sight of him, bar maybe Hyeonmin on good days. It was like walking on broken glass barefooted every day with them, and when the article that ripped back the curtain on how he was treated was released he could admit (even if it was only to himself, only under the duvet of his rickety bed in his dorm room) that he was a little relieved. And that relief only grew when he was told he was then going to be in a shiny, new, group—even if Yijun (the one who, without a doubt, hated him the most) was going to be right there with him.

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STAGE NAME⠀JAEHEE ( 재희 )

BIRTH NAME⠀AHN JAEHEE ( 안재희 )

BIRTH DATE⠀8 JULY, 2002

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀SUWON, SK

HOMETOWN⠀SUWON, SK

ETHNICITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀CAREER

OCCUPATION⠀IDOL, ACTOR ( FORMER )

LABEL⠀JAGUAR ( 2018—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀TWO

POSITION⠀LEAD RAPPER, VISUAL

DEBUT DATE⠀22 OCT, 2019⠀╱⠀1 AUG, 2021

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM⠀CHOI HYUNWOOK

HEIGHT⠀181 CM ( 5’11” )

WEIGHT⠀70 KG ( 154 LBS )

It’s unusual for Hasun to speak up about anything. He’s the fresh meat, the newbie; and acts the part he’s been given, almost always keeping his head down and himself to himself. But that doesn’t mean he’s shy, or the innocent figure the public have painted him to be. For all that he’s not speaking, he’s watching—observing. He’s witnessed his fair share of distasteful things that go on behind closed doors, and sometimes sits and wonders when they’ll become a part of him, too. Wonders if there's an initiation for that sort of thing, for the moment when he does something he won’t be able to come back from.

Hasun wasn’t born into any sort of stardom—far from it, actually, with a mild-mannered librarian father and a mother that passed away a mere few months after he was born into a quaint neighbourhood in Incheon, August 2003—but he was very close to it. His father’s sister just so happened to be the mother of one Choi Yoonhae, who in around 2015 would reach his peak as JAGUAR’s most successful (and only) soloist, claiming his place as reigning king over the quickly deteriorating duo JUST4U. His older cousin was what inspired him to want to be an idol in the first place. He wanted to sing just like him, dance just like him, succeed and soar to heights that at the time felt unattainable just like him.

Singing was where he thought to start. In the shower to instrumentals of his favourite songs, under his breath while studying or doing odd jobs in the library that his father worked at, at the noraebang after school with his friends, belting out the lyrics louder than all of them put together. It was like his lifeline, and he was biting at the bit to be able to audition for JAGUAR. His father finally let him a month after his thirteenth birthday in September 2016, on the strict condition that Yoonhae and his younger sister, Eunhee (who had just recently started to work at the company also) were to watch over him any time they got the chance to make sure he was settling in alright. He painstakingly chose a song to audition with, practised it until he could sing the verses in his sleep (with a little dance to go along with it, a number he did so many times he almost wore out the soles of his favourite trainers), and his father came with him to the audition hall to cheer him on and treat him to hotpot afterwards.

When he finally got the news of his acceptance, he nearly cried out of joy. Despite it being a generally well-known fact that trainee life wasn’t always the best of experiences, Hasun loved every minute of it—turning up to every practice with a grin so wide it looked as if his face hurt from the force of it. Even when he was deemed not the right fit for BONSOIR did he become disheartened. He just kept on going, smiling all the while.

That was, until Yoonhae was found to have taken his own life in his penthouse apartment on a cold morning in November 2018. However much JAGUAR tried to sweep all news of it under the carpet, keep as much press away from it as possible, it still happened. And the worst part of it was the fifteen-year-old Hasun was standing outside the very block of flats the morning it was discovered, Eunhee by his side as they stared on in shocked silence. He almost went through a complete personality shift then, withdrawing into himself completely. There was no sunny smile anymore, and no laughter either.

But despite all of this, the tragedy that had befallen his family and himself, Hasun stayed. It took a good year or so after Yoonhae’s death for it to happen, but he started to gradually improve again, small smiles making their appearances and mood seeming to brighten up, however slowly it was happening. He’s certainly not the same person as he was when he was thirteen, but he’s trying his best to be someone like it.

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STAGE NAME⠀HASUN ( 하선 )

BIRTH NAME⠀LEE HASUN ( 이하선 )

BIRTH DATE⠀7 AUGUST, 2003

PLACE OF BIRTH⠀INCHEON, SK

HOMETOWN⠀INCHEON, SK

ETHNICITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

NATIONALITY⠀SOUTH KOREAN

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀CAREER

OCCUPATION⠀IDOL

LABEL⠀JAGUAR ( 2016—PRESENT )

YEARS TRAINED⠀FIVE

POSITION⠀MAIN VOCALIST, MAKNAE

DEBUT DATE⠀1 AUG, 2021

⠀ഒ˚ ⋆ % ⠀›⠀PHYSICAL

FACE CLAIM⠀LEE SOHEE

HEIGHT⠀176 CM ( 5’9” )

WEIGHT⠀52 KG ( 114 LBS )

#⠀Ꮺ◞⠀CLUB CLASSIC!⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀profile.#me when i get a yijun flavoured soda #kpop oc #fictional kpop group #fictional idol community #idol oc #fictional idol group

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Beginning of The End

⇴ pairing: toxic bf!choi jongho x gn!reader

⇴ genre: angst

⇴ words: 1.1k

⇴ warnings: fighting, mentions of alcohol, jongho is drunk

⇴ a/n: feedback is accepted and welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts on my work! if you’d like to be on my taglist, lmk. if you’d like to see more of my work, check out my masterlist!

This fic does NOT represent my thoughts about Choi Jongho, nor portray his actual character in real life. This is fanfiction only.

⇴ tags: @hyuckilstan @star1117-archives @whatudowhennooneseesyou @jwnghyuns @az-con @noonaishere @rdiamond2727 @ja3hwa @wonwowzers @little-precious-baby

Another party. Another night filled with drunken sorority kids, couples fucking in random rooms, and the occasional sound of throwing up (not always in the bathroom). You didn’t want to be there. To be quite honest… you never wanted to be there. But you always did. For Jongho.

Jongho, your boyfriend of 8 months, asked you almost every week to come to these stupid parties. Or should you say, begged. You always gave in, too much of a people pleaser to say no. And yet each and every time you went to these parties, you were stuck in the same chair by the kitchen island. The one next to the wall, to be precise, knowing that most people won’t bother you there.

So here you are, yet again, sitting on the slightly wobbly chair, nursing your beer that tastes like ass. Jongho is who knows where, probably playing his millionth round of beer pong, promising his buddies the next round will be the time that he wins. He never does. You know he never does cause the entire night he complains about how close he was to winning.

Your entire relationship was… complicated. You loved him, at least you told yourself you did. But it was constant fighting. Mostly about insignificant things, such as him not doing the dishes, him brushing you off in public spaces, or only making dinner for himself. But some of it was larger, like his blatant lack of respect for your boundaries, or the two times you caught him flirting with other girls.

You honestly tried to let it go, especially when he reassures you that he loves you more than anything in this world. You know it’s not healthy to be in this relationship. But you just can’t let go of the person he used to be, back in the beginning of this relationship. He was loving, caring, and respectful. Maybe that was all just a show.

You brush off your heavy thoughts, focusing on your drink. By the time an hour went by, you had to pee. The journey through the house was difficult, squeezing your way around a few make out sessions. By the time you reached the bathroom, it was occupied. Great, you thought. A few knocks went by, nothing. You were about to walk away when it abruptly opened, showing a disheveled girl, and your boyfriend behind her.

It wasn’t hard to guess what they were doing, or about to do. Tears welled up in your eyes, knowing he actually just cheated on you. I mean, yeah he’s flirted with girls, but you believed his excuses. Even when you shouldn’t have. But there’s no excusing his way out of this one. Not this time.

You immediately rush to the door, hoping to just get away. You can hear the sound of him running on the wood floors, spurring you to move faster out the door. You rush towards your car, thanking the heavens you drove tonight. There’s no way he could’ve caught up to you before you opened the door. And yet he did. Before you could even get to the handle, he stepped in front of you, blocking your way.

“Baby please-,” he begged, desperation in his voice. You wouldn’t have it though, “No, Jongho,” you spit back at him, “No more excuses.” His eyes grew wide. He knew. He knew the game was over. That everything was falling apart. That he couldn’t string you along for any longer. Excuses wouldn’t work on you anymore.

“Y/n…”, he tried one last time. “Enough! No more Jongho,” anxiety building up in your chest, confrontation being something you’ve avoided for so long. “I will not let you treat me like trash.” And that was it. You quickly pushed his dejected body out of the way, far enough so you could get in your car. He could find a ride with the girl he was just making out with, or the countless girls he’d probably made out with previously.

The ride back to your place was a mess, eyes blurry from the tears in your eyes. You almost had to pull over a few times. There’s no reason to even be crying over him, you should’ve know it was going to be like this sooner or later. There were warning signs. You were holding onto a person that wasn’t there anymore. The old Jongho was gone.

The old Jongho would’ve said everything is gonna be alright. He would’ve taken you home as soon as you asked. He would’ve been a gentleman. By the time you got home, it was dead silent outside. Your phone read 2:49 am. The thought of not getting enough sleep before work already gave you the beginnings of a headache. It only spurred you to move faster into bed, drowning out the thoughts of Jongho.

When you woke up the next morning, your phone buzzed with texts and missed calls, all from Jongho. You shouldn’t be surprised, he does this every time he needs to reel you back in. But it won’t work this time. You move out of your room with your towel, headed for the shower. There’s always a feeling of stickiness the day after those parties.

You can’t help but think back to all the times Jongho has done you wrong. Small or large, he continuously broke your trust and stepped over your boundaries. Your chest tightened at the thought of him with another girl. You gave him everything. Whether it be your love, time, or even body. He was your first everything. He knew how much you meant to him. You obviously meant nothing to him, you argued in your head.

Never would you have thought that it would end up like this, crying in the shower over a stupid guy who treated you like trash. A couple years ago you would’ve said you’d never put up with someone like him. You’d never let that kind of behavior slide. But once you’re stuck in it… once you’ve fallen head over heels, it’s over. It took the worst of the worst for you to finally realize how much he didn’t care.

That’s the thing about men like him, they lure you in with promises and love, only to rip it away once you get comfortable. They put on a show, then take off the mask when you least expect it. Once you get out of the shower, you head over to your lit up phone. You were expecting more begging, maybe a half assed apology. But no.

The top message read: You can’t leave me Y/n. I won’t let that happen. You’re mine.

To be continued…

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#Ateez smut #Jongho smut #ateez #Jongho #ateez jongho #Ateez angst #Jongho angst #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios

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The Compress Analysis (1/?)

(From: This Post) Ⅰ - Ⅱ - ...

Introduction

I’ve seen quite a number of people put forth their Mr.Compress analysis, so I figured I might as well pitch in. Do note that while I will try to keep this as canon analysis-y as I can, I may very well veer into “what I wanted him to be as a character” or “this is more headcanon than canon” territory. Since he’s a character with less than satisfactory coverage in the canon (when it comes to his actual character) I’m totally allowed to do that, of course (because I said so.) So, what is it exactly that leads a man from a relatively straight path to the depths of…whoops, wrong script. So, what went into the guy? What devious mixture of character traits makes up one Atsuhiro Sako, and how has the way in which those traits were fostered or hampered in his life made him into the man he is today?

Part Ⅰ: The Personality

We all know Mister to be a fellow who has quite the way with words. He’s humorous even in the midst of battle, has a knack for complaining, and loves a good monologue. But, besides his showman like attitude (which is mostly a byproduct of Kent Williams’ playing of him in the Dub anime, and not nearly as present in the Sub/Manga…), who is he really? Below the flamboyance and keen intellect, he’s a reckless and cowardly individual who, despite his claims, is quite prone to getting attached and leaping into the fray for others. He chastised Twice for getting attached, and yet he jumped at overhaul– yes, the guy who makes people explode with one graze –without thinking for the sake of his peers. Perhaps he had only wanted to preserve the league because they were his best ticket to furthering his own goals, but its still one step (or leap?) closer to him getting more connected to those bastards.

We know he’s a coward, though. That’s pretty common knowledge after his lines throughout the various arcs in which he got into a scuffle or two. The aim of this post is to delve a bit deeper into that sort of thing. He’s a prideful, cocky man with way too much apparent confidence in himself. We can even see that in his chasing of the Harima legacy, which is objectively much larger than just him, and quite possibly out of his reach. And yet, he pursues this unfeasible goal as if it’s something he can accomplish (with the league’s aid). But more on that later. What a lot of people miss about Atsuhiro is his rudeness. On multiple occasions he asks things of others without so much as a please, ridicules even his allies, and overall acts quite rashly for a man who seems so mature. That’s not to say that he isn’t mature in comparison to the league, but he does have his fair share of faults that make him wildly imperfect. On the other hand, he borders on being mildly pacifistic in his actions. He’s not a man who relishes in violence, misery, or even petty theft. He’s a fellow who lives for the big, flashy, ideal spectacle, and not so much the more cruel villain-y traits (again, more on this particular stuff in another section)

Enough about all his flaws, though. He’s a man who, while being a crook, holds righteousness in rather high regard. It’s one of his main goals in life, after all. He’s extremely loyal to his ideals to a stubborn degree, which makes him be able to persevere through the pitfalls of society and take things into his own hands (or hand). Personally, I don’t really see him all that malicious in his actions. He maims/kills people out of self defense from what we’ve seen, and doesn’t cause harm unless warranted or otherwise necessary. And even then, he hardly seems to relish in it. He can be rude, but that doesn't prevent him from being warmer with the league on occasion. This is especially true for Toga, AKA the youngest member of the league (that saw it past their debut arc. Sorry Mustard). He's vaguely parental but again, in a reluctant manner that still tries to reject attachment. He gets along with Dabi surprisingly well and even acts as a voice of reason for the burnt up gentleman. But, he has no particular interest in clearing up his daddy issues or anything.

A big thing that comes to mind for me is "what makes Atsuhiro excel in his field? Why hasn't he been caught after all this reckless cockiness' Well, for one, he’s a deceitful fellow who keeps all his cards close to his chest even with all the boasting. He can talk a hero's ears off, but seldom does he actually reveal any personal info in doing so. As seen when he first debuted, the man has good strategizing skills and is armed with an innate ability to misdirect and distract audiences from his true intentions/actions (unfortunately, we don’t see nearly as much of this as I’d like). He can even shield his own emotions with both an expert handle on his body language and tone. But besides that, he really hones in on the concealment of his facial expressions provided by…

Whoops, you'll have to wait for Part Two for that one! Come back later for some more incessant rambling featuring the topic of "The Mask" I will post it at some point but considering the hour is getting late, it may very well take a few hours.

#mr compress #sako atsuhiro #mha #atsuhiro sako #bnha #mr. compress #league of villains #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #character analysis #but it borders on just a plain old characterisation exercise if you ask me

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Keep You Safe - A Marcus Moreno Statesman!AU

Pairing: Statesman Agent Marcus Moreno x Statesman Agent Reader x Agent Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

What’s this? Pat’s writing fanfic now? Well… no, not exactly. 😅 Consider this a loose concept for a fic that I’d want to write if I had a knack for writing, inspired solely by Pedro’s Emmy’s look. As soon as I saw it, it reminded me of Marcus Moreno and the costumes from the Kingsman movies. My brain’s been unable to think about anything else for the last couple days so I'm hoping that setting some of my headcanons free will help free up some brain space haha

Not really any warnings, it’s all pretty brief anyway. Highlights include: pining/unspoken feelings, fake dating, a love triangle dynamic that evolves into polyamory. The Boys keep their canon backstories for the most part. Reader is gender neutral.

The set up:

After sustaining an injury during his last mission, Heroic-turned-Statesman agent Marcus Moreno finds himself on temporary desk duty. He’s promised his daughter that he’ll stay out of harm’s way until he fully recovers. Desperately needing to feel useful while stuck behind the scenes, he's excited to receive his next assignment - as your new handler.

You have been a Statesman field agent for a few years now and have gone through your fair share of handlers - this isn’t your first rodeo. Nonetheless you appreciate Marcus’s unique experience and perspective as a former superhero. He’s kind, patient, and respectful, and the two of you become close rather quickly (while still keeping things professional).

While you’re away on missions, Marcus spends most of his time with Ginger, monitoring mission statuses and tech needs. His powers and weapons knowledge make him a good fit for the tech specialist team. Marcus and Ginger get along so well that their coworkers begin to joke that Ginger is his work wife. And yeah, they’re good friends, but she’s seen how he gets when you’re gone, steadfastly studying the wall of screens. He only has eyes for you.

Eventually, you get assigned to an undercover mission where you’ll be posing as one half of a romantic couple. Your lucky partner? One Jack “Whiskey” Daniels. You’ve worked with Jack a couple times before and while you find him to be a bit much sometimes, he’s charming and thoughtful under all the bluster.

Marcus, on the other hand, is apprehensive. He hasn’t met Jack yet but he’s heard the gossip around HQ about our flirty, larger-than-life cowboy. Ginger’s not-exactly-glowing comments about him certainly don’t help either, but she assures Marcus it’ll be fine.

Cue the mission with all its potential for tension and pining:

from Marcus having to watch the person he secretly has feelings for “fall in love” with someone else. Seeing the mission unfold and realizing that Jack’s not quite what his reputation suggests

to you actually slowly falling for Jack throughout the course of the mission (because it’s a fake dating story after all) but also having Marcus’s voice low and steady in your ear, always reminding you of his presence and the task at hand

to Jack knowing this is a fake arrangement (and that you and Marcus kinda sorta have a “thing” going) but wanting it to be real anyway, feeling his heart stirring for the first time in a very long time.

And obviously there’d be all the classic tropes. Couple practice. First kisses. One bed. A fancy gala. You know.

Maybe at one point, Jack becomes briefly incapacitated and Marcus has to step in and take his place for a moment to keep up ✨the ruse✨ Because they do look awfully similar from afar and who’s gonna notice really...

Something something the bond between two men, who’ve both experienced the loss of their previous partners, unexpectedly finding new love. The both of them witnessing the lengths the other is willing to go to to protect that love.

And then eventually the three of them work it all out and get together and fuck nasty. the end :)

#marcus moreno x reader #agent whiskey x reader #marcus moreno x reader x agent whiskey #Pat makes moodboards #and headcanons now I guess #headcanons? plot points? idk what to call them or what to do with them. I just need to get them OUT lol #no fic just vibes #possibly art or more moodboards at some point idk #keep you safe au #x reader

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justatalkingface · 2 years

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The UA Entrance Exam

This was going to be part of a larger post about UA as a whole, but I decided this was probably best to stand alone, because this is more random thought/opinion than a proper critical post. Welcome to what is probably going to be a controversial post: the UA Admissions test isn't bad?

The main argument against it is that it puts those without a combat quirk at a disadvantage, right? And, well, that's true. But... is that wrong?

Here's the thing: the more heroism as a whole is developed in the setting, the more something becomes startling clear, one simple fact that stands above all others.

Heroism is a profession defined by fighting.

You can be a rescue hero, you can spend your time saving people from collapsing building or finding those who are lost, but if you've gotten to the point of being a professional hero? You know how to throw down.

I'm not even talking about UA, here: there's a license exam that everyone has to take, as part of a process of being a hero. Half of it is saving people, yes... but the other half? It's purely about fighting other people. Hell, even part of the saving people portion has combat aspects, since it's focused around, not just saving people, but saving people while under attack.

I'll say it again: if you are a hero, you are a fighter, by definition.

So, what's that have to do with the UA entrance exam? In all honesty, that exam is functionally a simulation of running around a city, beating up random street thugs. It's testing if you can beat people up, one of the most fundamental parts of heroism (deadpan stare).

The follow up point is, what about Quirks that aren't combat focused, but are still useful for heroism? Shinso, for example? If those were actual people, he probably could have beaten them, right? That's unfair!

And, I'll admit, that's right; in the context of that exam, it is unfair, because some people can vomit lava lasers and some can't. Is Brainwash useful? Absolutely. Counterpoint: what is day one Shinso going to do if he meets some guy in an alley with no mouth and a knife?

Die.

Literally, if he didn't run away, all he'd do is die.

Everyone who passed, and quite a few who didn't pass, could take down Wannabe Slenderman, while Shinso would just end up dead in that alley. This is going to sound bad, but life is unfair, and if you're going to go around picking fights with dangerous people and not prepared for that fact, you will pay for it.

Now, let me introduce you to Chad Hagakure.

In the grand scheme of things, while Toru has a useful support power, Shinso's is a lot better than hers, more versatile, more powerful. You can, in the words of Ollivander, do great things with a power like that. While Toru's Quirk gives her some advantages against the robots, it isn't going to beat them for her, either, and the off button idea is fanon with no canon backing.

So how did she get in, with her inferior quirk, when Shinso didn't?

Because Shinso coasted through his life with only his Quirk, and then was helpless when met up with something with the amazing ability to shut up. Everything he did, before Aizawa took him under his wing, revolved around making the other person talk, and absolutely nothing else. Toru, meanwhile, found opponents her invisibility couldn't magically destroy for her, and responded by beating them to death.

You probably think I'm being dramatic or something, but I'm not kidding. You need to stop robots to get points to pass; Izuku is the only person to pass on rescue points only, canonly. She doesn't have a power or tools to let her restrain them like Minoru did, so she had to, had to, break them. She doesn't have laser beams, or fire blasts, or anything to make it easy for her; all Toru had was the ability to ambush things, her muscles, and maybe a rock or a steel plate or something she picked up along the way.

That's all she had... and then she managed to kill her way in the heroism course anyways, past people who probably had Quirks much more compatible with the problem at hand. She went up to robots, probably from behind, and then hit them until they stopped moving.

In other words, Toru went into the Entrance Exam... and then the Doom music kicked in.

At the end of the day, though, I'm saying all these things, and while they're true, I feel like I'm dancing around the fundamental point: being a hero is about more than just a Quirk.

As a setting, MHA is one with a broad set of powers and abilities, by design. It means that there's lots of cool and interesting people to meet, which is the point, but on a practical level, it also means that every Quirk, every Quirk, has something that counters it. For support Quirks especially, there's seemingly always that One Simple Trick to beat them; a pair of thermal goggles, for example, renders Toru Quirkless. If you just don't talk, Brainwash is useless. And when that happens, you can't just say, 'Time out!' and get a new villain; you'll have to fight them anyways.

If you depend on your one special trick and nothing else, one day that will be your downfall.

UA has a lot of questionable decisions in it, about it, around it, but it is good at teaching its students how to beat the living shit out of people; you could even say it specializes in it. It has no illusions about the reality of the job it's preparing them for. And in the same vein, this isn't something that should be a surprise to any applicant; almost every time we see a hero in the media? They've just finished fighting someone. If they're not entering UA with wide open eyes about what they're going to have to do (and probably after signing some liability waivers to boot), then frankly they're idiots.

The Entrance Exam, mostly, tested one simple thing: are you ready to fight someone? Are you ready to walk into that alleyway and beat those thugs into submission? It's easier for people with combat Quirks, yes, because those are Quirks that are good at fighting, but that's not the end all; in another life, if he had worked out before hand, if he was determined to win, even if he was at a disadvantage, Shinso could have walked in, picked up a piece of rebar, and just hit things until he passed.

Like, let's compare Shinso and Bakugou: both of them have a good Quirk, and both of them knew it. (I know fanon and the narrative say otherwise, but Shinso has had nothing but praise from the flashbacks we've seen, with only a few comments that were somewhat negative but still held implicit respect for his Quirk and it's powers. Everyone he talks to says he has a good Quirk. He's happy using his Quirk. He is not the fanon abused little racoon.)

Shinso accepted that as fact and walked into UA without putting any work in, from what we can see (he faced Izuku, who was effectively Quirkless, and the second his Quirk failed he panicked and basiclly flailed more than fought, still only trying to make Izuku talk rather than actually beat him in a fight, even though Izuku was right there, about to beat him in a fight, and prepared to avoid his Quirk) and was smacked down accordingly.

Then we look at Bakugou, and that's the thing with Bakugou: he had an easy road to heroism, and knew it. I've said this somewhere before, but Hori leans on 'Bakugou works hard' as an excuse to not talk about his moral failings, because he does work hard, but not that hard. 'Bakugou working hard', in all honesty, is peak 'Tell not Show', and is repeated so damn often I'm sick of it.

The thing is that the idea of that isn't wrong, just the execution of it. With his muscles, with the way his Quirk is supposed to work, he had to put work into bulking up, staying in shape. He didn't just get his Quirk and say, 'I'm set for life', he fought for it. And while Hori praises him like Rock Lee when we barely see him do shit, the idea of a talented person working hard anyways could have been great. It's something you see in a lot of shonen manga, and is emblematic of heroism itself, and the spirit that UA is supposed to show: you can't just coast into heroism. You need to fight for it, earn it.

...I got a bit off topic there, but the point is the kid didn't just manifest those muscles out of the ether, he has to be training off screen, even if we should be seeing it more on screen.

Bakugou had a good Quirk, but was willing to train himself to achieve his goals.

Toru has a, honestly, medicore Quirk, but still managed to fight her way to her dreams.

Shinso has a good Quirk, but his only strategy when his Quirk failed him was, 'try harder to get them again with my Quirk!'.

Heroism is about power, true, but it's also about attitude, willingness, determination, the ability to perform under pressure and to make good choices and act on them, all the things that got early Izuku through the series before he got Full Cowl, often without using his Quirk at all. Most of that, if not all of it, can be trained over time, true... But if you're not born lucky, and you're not willing or able to work out enough, to think cleverly enough, or to be vicious enough to smash some weak robots, then honestly you're probably not ready for the hero course.

#bnha critical #mha critical #shinsou critical #oddly bakugou less critical #but still critical #the chad hagakure #toru in the entrance exam is when the Doom music kicks in #heroism is about more than just a quirk #this is ironically why shinsou failed

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hellolulu · 2 years

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Oh no I tripped and fell and want to talk about Reigen again?!

Anyway I was thinking about the way the fandom views him, and I want to say it helps put Reigen into more context if you remember that he is very very normal. Like. The most normal person ever.

[Warning: Long Post]

Reigen, when we meet him, is in the middle of his quarter life crisis. He was living a normal, bland existence; raised by normal parents, going to school without doing anything of note, and funneling into an office job after finishing education. The most normal life a person can expect. Coasting on constant average. We know this much about his backstory because he's talked about it - he was living a normal, boring existence and he wasn't all that bothered by it. Then suddenly at the tender age of (insert an early-mid twenties age) he flipped. Some part of him thought "I remember wanting to be someone," so he quit his job, got a tiny apartment to live in, and on a whim started a job that looked like something fun to pass time with. Something unique and interesting and definitely not boring: being a psychic.

Now, Reigen's quarter-life crisis is, essentially, getting a bad case of middle schooler disease. He invents a new personality, it's over the top and dramatic, and while he knows it isn't real, it makes him feel special for the first time in his life. People come to his office for this and that, and sure he thinks they're mostly irritating, but they see him as someone unlike other people, they respect and look up to him. Especially due to the larger-than-life attitude he portrays himself with. And so, he's getting what he wants - he feels special and important, and he thrives!

But before long it's not enough, he starts thinking "this is kind of dumb, so maybe it's time to find something else" (again, he tells us this himself), but that's when Shigeo comes along and re-ignites that feeling of being special. Someone in his life looks up to him and thinks he's cool and dependable, someone with actual mind-blowing powers - and if I know anything about middle school disease, it's that if someone feeds into it, it'll intensify; especially if that person has some credibility.

From this point on, he's picking up more and more superpowered people who look up to him and feed into his need for attention, and he's getting more and more tangled into his lies. He even goes so far as to go and talk branch 7 of claw out of being bad guys with the reasoning that they're stuck in their middle school mindsets, while he himself is literally also in one. He just sees his mindset as different because he's self aware; he knows he isn't causing any trouble - he uses his conman skills to help people and do good more than anything. He's not like Claw, because to him the whole psychic powers thing is just an act - but they're adults who actually cause harm by acting that way, they're the ones with the actual power. And regardless of the outcome, middle school disease still is what it is; a desire to be more than you actually are. It won't go away until you accept yourself. He forces them all to accept themselves while... diverting attention from himself? Being the bigger person? Making excuses? Who knows. I don't think he does.

His birthday comes along and his mother emails him to wish him well, to recommend getting a less shady Real Job - because for all intents and purposes she knows Reigen isn't a psychic - she tells him he's getting older and she's worried that he hasn't settled down, all perfectly normal things for a mother to worry about. And yet, because by this point he's become so disconnected from the truth (that he's literally just some guy), he's quick to reject the entire message. He doesn't need to settle down, because he's living an exciting life right now, and he doesn't need a Real Job because this job is giving him everything he needs for his personal satisfaction. People with real powers look up to him, they're essentially a group of people he considers as friends and family. And, most important of all, he doesn't want to be normal. So he rejects the extension of her hand in favour of the life he lives, and goes on as he is.

Then, a little later, when he gets destroyed by the media, his mother reaches out once more - to give him an apology speech that he can use at his press conference, apparently giving him all the talking points he needs to cover in order for the ordeal to calm down. Maybe it seems a bit rude of her to assume he won't know how, but actually it seems more likely that she knows her son is in a pinch, that he's kind of a rascal who's in over his head, and that she genuinely wants to help him get out of trouble. And this time, he's more receptive; he let Shigeo down, and that crushed him. Shigeo made him believe that he actually was special, as opposed to the fake-specialness that he felt before taking him in as an apprentice. Mob stuck around to hear Reigen's advice as a person, much more often than as an esper, and deep down he knows Shigeo must know he isn't one. He seems to fall a little from his delusions during the separation period due to this loss of specialness, and because of this, when Shigeo comes back, they share their first real connection beyond being a teacher and student, and actually that moment ("my master is a good guy") shows him that Shigeo honestly sees him as a friend.

[There are manga spoilers from here on! Just a warning!]

And so, as the story continues through the last few arcs, Reigen changes a lot. He still believes in his core principles (ie. children shouldn't handle adult's problems / people with power should be more responsible over themselves / it's your responsibility to fix your mistakes / etc) because those are his true ideals, those are his authentic thoughts - but he's a lot less self-hating and cruel about himself. He seems to be realising that regardless of his actual abilities, people like him, especially as Serizawa comes to work for him, genuine and honest and enthralled to have someone good to look up to (not to mention he also has a fairly large group of espers that respect the work he's done and also look up to him). But despite this growth, he's just not ready to drop the act yet - he still gets something enriching out of it. He still wants to hang onto what he has, and so continues his lie until the last moment he needs it.

All this to say: his story cultivates in him accepting his normal-ness. He tearfully, painfully says to Mob's face that he has no powers, that he's just a guy, and that he doesn't expect Shigeo to accept him or want to be around him any more. It's the most honest we ever see him (besides whenever he's like "you've grown up so much" which are very authentic moments) but because he's spent so much time in his lies, he genuinely expects Shigeo to be hurt by the truth and hate him for it. He expects to be left behind once he pulls back the curtain to reveal his true self.

But Shigeo has pretty much always known Reigen was normal, and has always valued him for the friendship and kindness he's shared with him - he's always looked to Reigen for advice and comfort. So yes, Reigen is normal, but he has inherent value, just as much as Shigeo is abnormal, yet also has inherent value - they are each others' opposite. One wants to be mundane, the other spectacular, but they've both always been influencing each other to be both at the same time.

So, as I said, it's best to view Reigen as your local theatre kid with middle school disease, hanging out with superheroes, and driven to save the world because of it.

#talking about msd so much makes me think of kaidou #kaidou get out of my brain dude I can't write an essay about you get out of here this is about Reigen #this ended up being WAY longer than I expected I'm so sorry #I just love to analyse this dang thing #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 spoilers #reigen #reigen arataka #arataka reigen #shigeo #mob #kageyama shigeo #mp100 analysis #lulu on the mic #positive reigen posting

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bespectacled-bookwyrm · 1 year

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Some Colress Headcanons!

I saw some posted by @colress-commodore-enterprises and was inspired to write some of my own!

Colress squeaks when he's startled or flustered.

He is the second of three siblings: Lusamine is the eldest, Colress is the middle child, and Darach is the youngest.

Cynthia is his cousin; they get on very well.

Colress has long hair! It's mostly straight, but it does curl a bit at the ends. It falls to around his mid-back, but most people don't know about it because Colress usually ties it into a very low ponytail and stuffs it down the back of his shirt, along with brushing his fringe back.

Contrary to popular belief, his blue loopy is completely natural! Colour AND loop! It's a genetic quirk from his maternal side of the family.

Although absolutely terrible at looking after himself, Colress is absolutely amazing with children.

For whatever reason, Colress seems to trigger an instinctive feeling of safety in children. It's to the point where lost kids will approach him for help rather than the very-visible police officer.

On a particularly memorable occasion, Colress took a nap under the shade of a tree and woke up to being used as a pillow by a bunch of sleepy five-year olds.

Colress has quite the sweet tooth! Although fond of most sweets, his favourites are sherbet lemons.

He has been called a human Delcatty on several occasions. Colress didn’t understand why until Rosa showed him the 'Dex entries for said Pokémon.

He has quite a few scars, some larger than others. They're mostly from his experiments or machine mishaps, but he has a horizontal scar across his throat, courtesy of the Shadow Triad.

He is distressingly good at hiding his problems and/or when he needs help. The most notable instance of this was during his tenure as a scientist for Team Plasma. No one had picked up on the pit of apathy and loathing (directed both inwards and towards Plasma, especially Ghetsis) he had fallen into until Rosa all but kicked down his door and dragged the truth out of him.

He prefers to do the "Forehead Bonk of Love" to show Grimsley affection over kissing. He will, provided he's in the mood for it, but he greatly prefers the Forehead Bonk. Naturally, the Delcatty comparisons increased immensely.

Out of the entirety of Team Plasma, he only got on with (and liked) four of them: Aldith, Barret, Schwarz, and Weiss.

He struck up a delicate bond with Ghetsis' Hydreigon. Said Pokémon is now in his care and is basically a house pet. A very intimidating, very traumatised house pet, but a house pet nonetheless.

To Grimsley’s surprise, despite being abysmal at poker, Colress has a terrifying amount of luck when it comes to games that rely purely on luck. As in, win the roulette five times in a row lucky.

Grimsley jokingly calls him a lucky charm and has managed to coax Colress into joining him as an observer for his poker games in the hopes of his luck rubbing off on him. So far, the evidence is inconclusive.

Colress can't bake to save his life. The only baked good he can make is apple pie, and even then it has a 50-50 chance of going catastrophically wrong.

On the other hand, he is a brilliant cook!

Rosa sees him as a father figure, and he in turn sees her a daughter.

Colress LOVES plants. He's an avid gardener, and an anonymous someone keeps on entering him into gardening competitions. Not that he's complaining TOO much; the winnings provide some nice extra income.

It took a long time for him to stop flinching at the sound of someone walking with a cane.

Although very honest about what he did in Team Plasma, he is incredibly reluctant to reveal his personal experiences working for them. Looker can only assume they weren’t good; that scar along his throat is particularly telling.

Colress is actually a very anxious person; he's just very good at hiding it.

He gets on remarkably well with Looker. They inevitably butt heads over some things, but Colress can easily call the man a friend.

Despite being built like a noodle, Colress is stronger than he looks!

Colress used to babysit Lillie and Gladion for Lusamine, back when they were tiny.

He and Darach get along quite well. It's just that they're both so quiet and introverted that people think they're ignoring each other.

He and Lusamine bicker the most; it's usually friendly ribbing or silly spats, but sometimes things can turn nasty. They still love each other regardless.

Colress hums or quietly sings when he's happy during his work. The Frigate never had the luxury of hearing this.

When he squeaks, Colress can sound remarkably similar to squeaky Pokémon toys. On several occasions, Grimsley and Rosa have had to extract the man from underneath the fluffy excitement of their Houndoom and Arcanine.

He and Schwarz once made an unholy concoction they called "The Insomnia Shot". There's so much caffeine in it that only people with the highest tolerance can drink it, and only out of shot glasses. After being kept awake for four days, crashing, and sleeping for a week, the two vowed to never let its recipe see the light of day again.

I may add more as they occur to me.

They were fun to write, too!

#Colress #Headcanons #Pokemon Rosa #Grimsley #Team Plasma Aldith #Team Plasma Barret #Team Plasma Schwarz #Team Plasma Weiss #falsepretensesshipping #(A little bit anyway it's not the main focus here)#Pokemon Looker #Pokemon Cynthia #Lusamine #Pokemon Darach

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the-vatican-if · 1 year

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Va†ican

In this Horror/Romance IF you play as a paranormal investigator. Set in the 1980's, after a series of unfortunate events you unexpectedly get wrapped up in the dubious affairs of a seemingly cursed rock band known as the Va†ican. Will you be able to save the band and all of the west coast from themselves?

†FEATURES†

†Fully customizable MC Including†

• Pronouns (She/Her, He/Him, They/Them with the ability to customize pronouns to include secondary and/or Neo-pronouns)

• Appearance (Height, Body Type, Facial Features, Skin Color, Eye Color, Skin markings and Hair Color/Length/Texture)

• Background/Origin

• Personality

†Fall in love! or don't.†

†Enjoy the eighties... and being hunted by demons.†

CONTENT WARNINGS

The Va†ican is intended for mature audiences as it will include: Strong language, Use of Alcohol/Drugs, Intense Violence, Sexual Themes, Mentions of Religious Trauma, Gore, Potentially Mental Health related topics and eventually completely optional Sexual Content.

THE BAND

†Pontifex†

Stevie St. Cloud

He/Him|24|

Lead Vocals, Guitarist & Frontman

He's famous, and he LOVES that people know his name. He's brash, loud mouthed and full of himself to the point that it's almost annoying; but he is also the quintessential rockstar. He's ambitious, and has a stage presence thats undeniably breathtaking.

Stevie doesn't like to talk about himself outside of his stage persona and the only thing anyone is able to verify about his past is that he attended boarding school and roomed with Ezra who is his best friend to this day.

Stevie is an avid smoker and even though his 12 step program forbids it he also indulges in more than a bit of alcohol from time to time.

Stevie is dedicated to his work, often saying he'd give his life for the band... that he did give his life to the Vatican. He is charming and cunning; However, He also is a bit of a big personality, has a tendency to tell jokes at inappropriate times and is slightly narcissistic.

†Appearance†

He's tall, around 6'4 and very lanky; his proportions as far as torso/leg are honestly pretty even. Stevie is just long. He is relatively pale and has fairly clear skin, the only beauty mark being a small one under his right eye. Stevie has very well defined facial features that make him easy to spot in a crowd, some would say impossible to miss. He has a strong jawline and defined cheekbones. His nose is on the larger side and is grecian in shape, he has doll like lips with a prominent cupids bow. His eyes are a deep brownish green and have a slight droop to their corners. His eyes are framed by thick black lashes and slightly thicker than average arched brows.

Stevie wears his hair to his shoulders, it is wild and poorly layered almost like he did it at home (Vinny cuts it); He currently has loose bangs, kept either parted down the middle or not at all that frame his face quite well. It is black in color though he does keep a poorly bleached strip of hair somewhere within it.

†Deacon†

Ezra Rogers

He/Him|23|

Lead Guitarist

A bit less enthusiastic about the life that he lives then Stevie; Ezra is more comfortable partying by himself then with others and at times has trouble getting up on stage to perform.

Ezra is Stevie's best friend and others in the band often joke that Ezra would kill for him.

Cold, distant and sarcastic; Ezra Rogers is less stereotypical rocker and more-so tired dad friend. Doesn't indulge in the kind of things that the other boys are interested in quite as often, only drinking on occasion and never smoking or using party drugs.

Ezra is a bit of a control freak, has a tendency to be harsh in his words and from time to time is a bit judgemental.

He wants the best for the band but usually ends up going along with Stevie's hair-brained schemes even though he thinks that they're bad ideas 100% of the time.

†Appearance†

He's about 5'9, a little broader than Stevie though he's still on the thin side.

He has warm tanned olive toned skin that is clear of blemishes, deep-set eyes that are nearly black in color. Ezra has a broad nose with a slightly shallow nasal bridge, he has plump lips which don't really have a strong cupids bow.

He has dark, near permanently furrowed brows which almost make him look intimidating.

Ezra wears his hair a little differently than the other guys, as he's the only one who keeps his hair somewhat short.

His hair is both naturally black and naturally straight and he wears it in what would be considered a wolfcut, the longest strands reaching the nape of his neck.

He has a couple tattoos the biggest of which is on his left shoulder, an Ouroboros; The bands most frequently used logo with an intricate amount of detail and a delicate looking sunburst design around it.

†Bishop†

Vincent "Vinny" Fratelli

He/Him|21|

Bassist & Background Vocals

One word. Scrapper. This man has a temper and it often gets him and the rest of the Vatican in trouble. Vinny is not above swinging on someone in the crowd for heckling— whether thats with his fist or his bass? depends on the day.

Outside of his temper he's also got the capacity to be a sweetheart, he's charming and one hundred percent knows how to get a crowd worked up when he's not crowd surfing to get at some ass in the back.

Vincent, like Stevie has a bit of a drinking problem and has been known to indulge in coke every once in awhile. Its a sad habit that he's been trying to kick for a long time but he's struggling.

He grew up in a rough neighborhood and had been through a lot already before he joined the band at 19, and thought that the Vatican was his escape from all of that; So all of the shit thats been going on recently has been a bit much for him.

†Appearance†

He's 6'1, with a swimmers build (though he actually never learned how to swim). He is fairly light skinned and speckled with light acne scarring and beauty marks, a few litter his face but his body is absolutely covered in them; as well as tattoos. A few of his tats have meaning, like the Ouroboros (its a super simple version of the logo compared to Ezra's) but most of his tattoos are just meaningless little pieces he thought were cool or that the artist picked out for him.

Vincent has a strong jaw and plush lips that are perpetually slightly down-turned, Vinny's nose has quite obviously been broken more than a few times and has a slight but obvious crook to the right. His eyes are sharp and dark blue, paired with his constantly drawn down brows the man always looks pissed. That is until he smiles and then his face lights up and everything about him seemingly changes... he looks almost angelic.

His hair is a wild mess of bleach blonde strands hanging down to his shoulder blades, with dark roots peaking out of his scalp and in typical rocker fashion is almost constantly stiff with hairspray.

†Cardinal†

Arthur "Ace" Bennington

He/Him|19|

Drummer

Literal ball of sunshine, Ace is constantly in motion and constantly smiling; the other boys often scold him for not having a 'rocker' persona. He literally can't help it though, he's just so damn happy to be here.

He's excitable, compassionate and honestly very funny but he also has the tendency to be a bit naive, childish and sort of overly intense.

Ace also has a habit to overuse curse words when he's excited, which is almost all of the time.

As the youngest in the group he often feels like the other guys are trying to parent him and seeing as he grew up in and out of foster homes it sort of bothers him at times...

He ultimately sees the boys as older brothers though and has never said anything about it for the fear of hurting their feelings.

†Appearance†

The shortest of the group, Ace is 5'6 and has a relatively small frame as well. He is slightly tanned and covered head to toe in little freckles. Arthur's nose has a slight hook to it and his eyes are heavy-lidded and light brown. He has a thinner upper lip than his top, which is relatively plump.

He also has the most heavenly smile to ever be seen. He has a large scar from below his right eye, down through his lips and to his chin from an accident when he was a kid he hasn't even told the other guys about. Ace has his left nostril pierced (Vinny did it) and usually wears a simple stud.

His hair is an voluminous mess of curls that fall down to his shoulders and is currently a odd shade of muddled brown/blonde that he's gotten quite a bit of flack from the media for. (Vinny did it.)

†Vicar†

Julian 'Jules' Lennox

He/Him|21|

Rhythm Guitar & Background Vocals

The most promiscuous of the group, this man is the one the camera pans to during a live performance and he looks like he's about to make love to the crowd.

Jules is often late to rehearsals because he's 'busy' with a 'friend' but he's good at what he does and so Stevie keeps him around anyways.

Julian has a habit of being a bit self involved, he is passive aggressive at times and is a tad melodramatic.

However he has good intentions in everything he does, is very intelligent/talented and underneath it all very hard-working.

Jules suffers quite a bit with his mental health from time to time and is prone to depressive episodes that he forces himself to work through due to his fear of disappointing the others and being replaced.

†Appearance†

Julian is 5'10 and a bit more muscular than the other guys, though not by much. His skin is glowy and has a healthy tan to it and he has a light spattering of freckles. He is frequently referred to as the bands 'pretty boy' and often gets made of for looking 'feminine'.

This just means he has a more regal face then what most people think of when they hear the word 'rockstar'. Jules's nose is on the larger side and perfectly straight and statuesque, he has pale blue 'doe eyes' and plump doll-like lips.

His hair is rarely actually styled and is slightly wavey, hanging down to his mid back and is currently dyed a deep crimson red (he did it himself) and it looks very nice.

#the Vatican #interactive game #horror #if #Jojo is Jules now #I met this asshole named Joseph and I can't do it anymore lol #80s metal #twine game

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pb-dot · 8 months

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Film Friday: Bullet Train

I've been missing a few Film Fridays lately, partially because mental health has just kinda been like that and partially because I've been struggling with a slightly more meaty analysis that my brain just won't let me figure out properly. As such, I'm going to get into the swing of things again with a movie that is pretty stupid, and I say that with all possible love and admiration.

Ladybug isn't really comfortable with the title of hitman anymore, he's trying out a more harmonic life, but even so he does find it in himself to undertake what should by all accounts be a simple last-minute job. Board the eponymous train, grab a suitcase, and get off at the next station. Oh, were it only so easy. Turns out said bullet train is flush with kooky assassins and hitmen who are either out for the suitcase, the lives of one or more of each other, or have larger and more ominous designs.

There's Ladybug, of course, the quirky pair of British wetworks men Lemon and Tangerine out to escort a drugged-out VIP and a suitcase full of money, notorious and sneaky The Hornet who's skulking about somewhere, the megalomaniacal but brilliant Prince playing a larger game with the life of desperate father Kimura's child as ante, as well as the hot-headed Wolf who is out for vengeance and a paycheck, but mostly the vengeance thing. It's quite the web of coincidences, interferences, and merry chaos as these murderers navigate the crowded train.

It's chaotic, but one throughline that honestly makes the constant shifting priorities and allegiances of Ladybug and the other hitmen work is that it's all a job to them, a very messy job that may or may not be arranged by a Russian usurper of the Yakuza crime syndicate known as White Death, but still a job. Whenever it's expedient for our heroes and antiheroes to not kill each other, they'll show professional courtesy to each other, bantering in that "a little bit too cool" stylized way that's second nature to Hollywood assassins.

What sets the banter apart, though, is a distinct sense of humor. Lemon, much to Tangerine's annoyance, has a theory of human personalities and moral character based on Thomas The Tank Engine. Ladybug has luck that fluctuates wildly between being impossibly good and impossibly bad, and he has a problem with remembering faces which makes some of the networking with his fellow killers challenging. Wolf's role in the movie is short in a way that feels darkly comedic yet apt, and I was surprised to learn this was, in fact, a cameo from musician Bad Bunny (listen, I'm old, ok?)

It's all breezy fun. The movie takes itself about as seriously as any movie that features a Japanese-language cover of "Holding Out For A Hero" in a moment of high drama, but that's fine, the movie expects you to chuckle along, knowing full well it has your heart in a vise by the third cover of "I'm forever blowing bubbles." Not a joke by the way, the few moments that Bullet Train allows itself to express emotion more complex than "holy shit" and/or laughter, it's acted well enough and with enough genuine skill that it actually gets to me a fair bit.

It'd be an act of overstatement to call Bullet Train all that deep, but it adds up to more than the sum of its parts. It ends up saying some fun things about fate. I wouldn't exactly cite it in a philosophy paper or anything of the sort, it is fun to sit at the end of the "Michael Shannon plays Russian roulette in an oni mask to look badass" movie and go "You're right movie, maybe human misery DOES come from the hubris of believing ourselves to be masters over fate." I don't know, it's just nice for a crowd-pleasing action movie to go out on a note of what seems like a genuinely held belief and not "welp that happened" glibness. It reminds me a bit of Mr. and Mrs. Smith like that, a movie I'll probably end up talking about here one of these days.

#film friday #bullet train 2022 #I also didn't really have time to get into it #but there are some parallels between Ladybug and Nagito Komeda of Dangen Ronpa #in that “very intense luck that could be argued to be very good or very bad but whatever it is it is a lot” sense #No idea if it reflects a Japanese cultural idea about luck or not #would love to dig into that a little deeper one day if the opportunity should present itself #anyway Bullet Train is fun go watch it

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Just over 7 years after the show debuted, I think I've figured out what the Blue Lion's purpose in the team is.

While at first glance, Voltron seems to follow the five man band trope (Leader, Lancer, Smart Guy, Stong Guy, Heart) pretty closely, color-coded and all.

Black is the leader: cool under pressure, and always able to see reason and the best course of action, and Shiro fits this perfectly.

Red is the Lancer: the leader's right hand man, the one to challenge them, the one who is almost as good as them, and the character foil for them. Keith matches up with this as well.

Green is the Smart Guy: the one with knowledge specialized to the setting, the one the team always looks to when they need something niche, and Pidge/Katie definitely fits here, with her extremely broad and extensive knowledge of technology.

Yellow is the Strong Guy/Tank: the team's hard hard hitter, the one who can take the most damage, and generally stereotyped as super loyal, and Hunk checks all of these boxes (his name even fits!)

Generally next in the list would be the Heart: the emotional center of the team, the one who keeps everyone together, the one always ready to give a pep talk, the one who makes sure no one is left behind. As the pattern follows, you would think this would go to blue (and so Lance), but it isn't. Allura is actually the one to fill this role.

Then where does that leave Lance? He clearly struggles with this question himself, saying he feels like a 7th wheel, like he's just an extra person. He struggles to find his worth on the team, surrounded by amazing people. This internal conflict over self-worth is what makes him so relatable and lovable to the audience, along with his humor. And here, I think is where we find his purpose.

Lance fills the role that I am going to call the diplomat in this variation of the five man band trope. He is the one that makes the team feel like it's not just the most amazing, perfect people out there that we could never compare ourselves to. He feels down-to-earth (pun intended), he's someone a lot of people can see themselves in. He's an extrovert who's great with people and longs for companionship. He's funny, and can make light of a situation, but when he needs to be serious, he is. Overall, Lance is a people person.

And to think of this in context of the show's universe, I think that position is quite important. Imagine if Voltron was real, and was what was protecting you and your home planet. Voltron is a great weapon, but it's larger than life. Even if it's protecting you, you'd probably still be at least a little scared of it, especially if the people piloting it were the best of the best. That's really intimidating. To have one of the pilots be someone you can see yourself in, it makes it feel more real, and less like it's something beyond your comprehension.

It's also important to have the diplomat for, well, diplomatic purposes. To charm those you want to make an alliance with, to mediate arguments, and to have someone the people of each civilization love. This part of the job is why Allura is able to pilot blue in the absence of Shiro.

However, she doesn't really fill Blue's role, and niether do any of the others. Allura is great, but she suffers from the same thing Shiro does in this regard, they're just too amazing. They're paragons of themselves. Allura is one of the last of the mythical Alteans, and she can perform the practically lost art of Altean Alchemy. Shiro is a perfect leader, he's handsome, and that makes him a little intimidating. Hunk is great in the way that he's loyal, but he's more focused on the people he cares about than anything else, and also just doesn't have the charisma that Lance has. Pidge is not the easiest to talk to, and you can find yourself getting lost in all the science lingo she throws around, and her long tangents that don't quite have all the context you need to understand them. Coran is a little eccentric, and that in itself can be off-putting at first. And Keith speaks for himself, our little asocial emo boy. (To be clear, this is not to bash the other characters, it's just to show why they don't really fill the role.)

All in all, Voltron is a deviant of the five man band trope, not the poster perfect example it seems to be. Furthermore, Lance is far from the worthless misfit he sees himself as, he is the true charmer of the team.

#lance voltron #lance mcclain #voltron #vld lance #blue lion #voltron theory #five man band trope

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datastate · 9 months

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do you have any hcs about mishima and nao?

SOOO MANY! BUT for now, i'll stick with a small one on their beginning friendship :D

nao used to be very quiet in a lot of her classes; a nice person, certainly, and easy to talk to! but rather closed off unless you tried to pry, where even that would just be rude and she'd say as much.

but of course, there were small things here and there she'd share with her friends should you happen to overhear. usually, it'd be anime/manga that she'd recommend to others (usually horror with interesting concepts, though she wasn't immune to well-written 'slice of life's) - which resulted in hana (her best friend) actually buying her a keychain for her bag!! nao doesn't usually wear/buy merch, as she fears she'll lose/damage them, but... since her friend got it, she felt she'd be disappointed if she didn't show it off.

&...! this is the spark for professor mishima to actually prompt her on her interests; one of the few things she'd end up rambling on about... and he has enough context to keep her going!

it was nice getting to see her actually relax a bit, if a bit surprising to realize that she liked horror so much... and of course, it was when she inevitably brought it back to art (she was inspired to become an artist from such a silly thing, though mishima assures he understands) that she started getting nervous again; as much as she loves it, she can't draw it well. it doesn't feel like it could fit her style much at all - she intimidates herself out of drawing it.

however! mishima does not lose hope so easily. he encourages her to keep trying & experimenting with her art. after all, art is something she should have for herself if nothing else...

although mishima doesn't typically work with horror, he does have plenty of pointers on how to incorporate characters into a backdrop (it provides variation + reflects his current views too... people being a part of something larger, connected through means they don't quite realize); he had a similar start to nao in that he often relied heavily on portraits/character focus, but for that reason can help lead her along into slowly branching out.

a lot of what nao likes is the eerie - something that you have to really look at to realize how off it is. working on backgrounds such as these definitely helps with integrating characters in a more natural manner! and helps improve her work altogether, too...!! she's having more fun than she used to with her personal projects, where she previously felt stagnant but couldn't pinpoint why (and felt guilty to ask hana, as the response would always be a well-meaning "but i like your art! i don't think that at all" rather than critique she wished for), so it was...!! really nice for her to have <3

and... getting to show a trusted adult that, too, made her very happy. her parents didn't often see art as something that'd work out... but she finally felt pride in her work, and had something else to look forward to when it came to classes, rather than simply skirting by day-to-day. it took about a year and a half of school to get here, but... it makes it feel worth it.

it's also around this late time of the year, too, that mishima casually mentions he's trans.

one of the other students is complaining about the cold, and he agrees a bit too personally that skirts are awful in this weather before offering his usual advice... and it's this moment that stays in nao's mind. combined with previous comments here and there about the dysmorphia in horror...

despite this near-confirmation... nao waits until the very end of the year before she admits to the professor that she's trans. she hasn't really socially transitioned yet, only a few friends know, and she's still a bit afraid she might've misunderstood that he's trans... but it all turns out well by the end of it <3

however, since she's about to enter her last year with people who mostly knew her as a boy, it's only when she graduates that mishima offers to help put word in to adjust her uniform; which she greatly appreciates... also, throughout her last year, they get to actually discuss how it is to be mixed & that is when he offers to learn arabic with her. she was never taught it, and is too embarrassed to ask her parents, so he's taken it upon himself to help her with that too... here and there, still as her mentor and friend even after their time in school :'D

#i kind of digressed toward the end but <3 i love them...#i have. so much to say. but at this rate it 'd be a whole ass timeline...!!#ask #mutuals #zomplush #yttdposting #yttd hcs

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If it's okay (please feel free to delet this ask if it makes you uncomfortable!!) can I request Zhao with a fem s/o that is insecure about her physical appearance? More specifically her small chest? (btw I LOVED your others Zhao fics! you're the BEST!!)

💕💕thank you for reading my work, and for making a request! you're an angel💕💕

Pairing: Zhao Tianyou x Fem!Reader Warnings: insecurities. body image insecurities. mentions of past bullying. mentions of plastic surgery. A/N: for those of you who may have any body image issues, myself included, i promise you that the people in your life who are safe and loving towards you don't measure your worth by inches, pounds, clothing sizes, etc. they love you for who you are, and they see how beautiful you are no matter what 💕 plot bunny hit me hard for this one. i had to write it like RIGHT NOW -

Most days were fine.

You carried yourself well, dressed beautifully and uniquely in ways that suited your personal taste. You weren’t a stranger to pampering, having accompanied Saeko and Eri to salons many, many times. The girls would often tease you about how many men would look your way, but you played it off as though the men were trying to look around you to see Saeko or Eri. They would tease you about being humble, but you would only smile. Even Zhao - your man, the love of your life - would openly praise you and show you off to anyone who would listen. It was more than your physical beauty that he praised, however. He’d talk about how lucky he was to have someone so sweet, kind and angelic around. Sometimes you wondered if he was really talking about you, only because you were amazed that someone like Zhao could adore you so deeply and so completely.

Perhaps to those on the outside looking in, you didn’t have any reason to feel insecure. And most days you didn’t feel that way. Really, you didn’t.

But just when you were at a high point - a moment of comfort and joy - those creeping insecurities would loom over your shoulder. They’d mock you, jeer at you and salivate at the sight of your tears. Like a thief in the night, anxiety came to rob you of your joy.

Dark memories of cruel classmates would flood your mind. Words like knives, all directed at cutting you down.

“Her eyes are as dull as piss!”

“Look at her hair! How ugly!”

“No one would ever want you. Not with flat tits like those!”

You’d stare at your reflection, seeing only mistakes. Were you too fat? Too skinny? Was there a way to get rid of these stretch marks? Are they even noticeable? Hide them, hide them, hide them!

Was your ass too big? Too small? What about your hips? Did they curve too little or too much? Did it matter? Go read those surveys in those trashy magazines and find out.

What about your breasts? They were too small, weren’t they? Nobody liked small breasts. Everyone wanted giant breasts, right? Big tits, small waist, wide hips and a big ass. That was today’s standard.

But even in a place like Japan, where it was more desirable to be petite, you didn’t quite seem to fit in. More flashbacks to those terrible teenage years coupled with cruel comments of past boyfriends and flings hissed along the edges of your mind.

“You’d be prettier with larger breasts. Have you considered getting some work done?”

“There will always be something ugly about you, [Name].”

“I guess small tits aren’t so bad, but wouldn't you rather have bigger ones? It would improve your look.”

In theory, what people have said to you - those cruel, ugly words - shouldn’t matter. They didn’t deserve you or anyone else if they believed that being so terrible was okay. It wasn’t okay, and it wasn’t okay how deeply they carved those evil words into you.

Because that’s what you were left with now. You no longer saw your face, your hair, or your body, but painful words that scarred your flesh, visible only to you.

—

Zhao let himself into your apartment, gold key catching the light in the hallway. Closing the door behind him, he called out to you.

“I’m here, babe! Are you ready for dinner?”

No reply.

Taking off his shoes, he called out to you again, but there still wasn’t a reply. He walked through your living room, past the kitchen and towards your bedroom.

Your bed was covered in clothes. Dresses, pants, blouses…All were strewn about until it looked like there wasn’t even a mattress underneath it all. It wasn’t an unusual sight for him to see, although it had been quite some time since he’d seen it like this. His heart sank a little, and a frown pulled at his lips. He thought that you were doing better, but it seemed like Zhao was wrong. He could only imagine your frustration and anxiety as you cycled through every garment you owned. He’d seen it once before, albeit briefly. He’d heard the comments you made about yourself. How if only you were this or that way your clothes would look good on you. Closing his eyes, Zhao tried to figure out what he could do to help tonight, because going out was definitely not going to do so.

He heard your bathroom door open, and you emerged with a strained smile on your lips. Your eyes were red and puffy, lips quivering ever so slightly.You were wearing one of his shirts and some of your most comfortable sweatpants. You were always so beautiful to him, but Zhao could only tell you that so much, no matter how deeply he wished that you believed it. Feeling beautiful was a personal journey, and all that he could do was encourage you.

“Hey,” you said weakly. “I’m not ready yet…I’m sorry.”

Zhao smiled, and leaned back against the doorframe. He held his arms open for you, and you melted into him without another word. You whimpered and your shoulders shook, and his heart was breaking for you.

“It’s alright, baby girl,” he said. Zhao’s fingers pressed you closer to him, and he held you so sweetly that you could cry. So you did.

Zhao rocked you, chin resting on top of your head. His dark eyes were fixed ahead of him, a myriad of emotions swimming within. His heart ached for you, because you were so beautiful - inside and out - and there was nothing that he could do to remove this pain from you. He felt rage against the people who would hurt you so deeply. Did they not know that emotional and mental abuse was harder to unravel than a punch to the gut? If time travel ever became a functional concept, Zhao would travel back in time to beat the shit out of every bully and asshole that dared make you cry. You were so worthy of joy, love and compassion that it was wholly unfair that their cruelty clouded your perception so thoroughly.

Granted, sometimes you saw the value in yourself. In fact, most of the time you did. But nobody was a picture-perfect image of bullet proof self-confidence. Zhao had seen the cracks that would chip away at you. From Saeko and Eri’s concerns over calories, to how quickly you would deny compliments, and how quickly you would stress yourself over finding the “perfect” outfit…He could only imagine the things that were going through your mind. How you would worry and fret over what someone would say and do, and wonder if it was a passive aggressive attempt to put you down. No matter what, it seemed like you were always bracing yourself for a cruel comment and down-played the positive ones you would receive.

He could weep. Zhao loved you so deeply and only wanted you to be happy above all else.

“Talk to me,” he said softly. He placed a kiss on your hair, and held you a little tighter.

“I just hate the way I look sometimes,” you cried. “I mean, sometimes I feel really good about myself, but then it goes away. I just want to be pretty for you - “

“Hey, hey, hey,” he interrupted. Zhao placed his hands on your arms and held you away from his chest. “Stop. Please stop worrying about how you look to me. It’s not about me. I love you, and I want the best for you. I can’t make you see how beautiful you are, but I can help you in every single way that you will let me.”

Your tears felt hot against your cheeks, and you wiped them away with trembling fingers. Zhao’s words made your heart ache with love and adoration. He was such a wonderful man, truly. God, how you loved him. “I love you, too.”

He placed a kiss to your forehead, followed by one on each cheek, and finally a soft and tender kiss to your lips. “Let’s stay in tonight, okay? Why don’t you go get comfortable on the couch while I hang up your clothes.”

“No, I’ll put them away. You don’t have to - “

He cut you off gently. “Baby, I want to. Now go get comfortable. And don’t forget to wrap yourself up in that favorite blanket of yours. Make yourself into the sexiest [Name]-burrito for me, okay?”

You smiled and nodded, sparing a moment to nuzzle against his neck affectionately. “I really do love you, Zhao. So much.”

—

Zhao cooked for two, deciding on his famous chili shrimp and rice for dinner. You watched him thoughtfully from your place on the couch. His skill in the kitchen was wonderful to watch, and you wondered if he had any idea how much you adored him. He was everything that you could have ever hoped for.

“Food’s up!” he cheered as he handed you a plate of chili shrimp. The smell of ginger and sweet spices made your mouth water, and you eagerly accepted his offer. He settled down beside you on the couch, kissing your temple before diving in.

Conversation between the two of you was easy and light as you ate. You asked him about his Liumang shenanigans and he promised you that he had been a good boy lately and that things were quiet around the city. For the most part.

You smiled at him and continued eating. He finished before you, and set aside his food onto your coffee table. Relaxing back against your couch, Zhao sighed in contentment. But then -

“Do you like my breasts?”

Zhao let out a laugh. “I love your breasts. They’re soft and perfect. I love the way they bounce when I fuck you, and when I have them in my mouth?” He lifted his fingers to his lips in a chef’s kiss. “Perfection.”

You smiled, but your heart wasn’t entirely in it. You poked at a shrimp on your plate.

“You don’t think that they’re too small?” you asked quietly.

Zhao leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Is that what was bothering you tonight? Your breasts?”

You shrugged, the motion lame and half-hearted. “Kind of. I’ve always thought that they were small. Everyone made fun of me for it in highschool.”

He turned one of his rings around on his hand. Turning, turning, turning, he waited for you to continue.

“Maybe I should get breast implants?” You phrased it like a question, but it wasn’t necessarily meant for Zhao to answer. “Maybe it will help boost my confidence.”

Zhao thought for a moment, jaw tight as he pondered his next words carefully. Eventually, he spoke.

“[Name],” he began, “If you truly believe that getting breast implants, or any kind of cosmetic surgery will help you be more comfortable in your skin, I’ll support you. But I need to know if this is something you would actually consider doing for yourself. Do you really believe that a surgery like that will erase your anxiety and insecurities?”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, and you set your plate of food aside. You shook your head, lips quivering and your tears salted your lips. “N-No. I mean, I don’t know. I just want to be okay in my own skin. I don’t know what to do.”

You rubbed at your eyes, and Zhao pulled you into a hug. His fingers smoothed over your hair, and he was mindful of his rings. You cried, tears watering the front of his shirt.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered to you. “What makes you beautiful to me isn’t that you don’t have scars or stretch marks, or that you have perfect skin and hair. It’s not because you have the perfect body the world says you should have.”

He tilted your head up to look at him. His thumbs wiped away the tears on your cheeks, and he kissed your nose.

“You’re beautiful because you are sweet and kind. You are so smart and can see past everyone’s bullshit. You’re beautiful because you know how fucked up the world is, but you still do everything that you can to help others and help them smile. Do you understand how amazing that is? You light up every room that you walk into, [Name]. You glow. Just having you here makes the world is a better place. You make me feel like I’m a good man. You make me feel like I’m loved and that you understand me.”

Zhao leaned his forehead against yours, and his hands found your own. He held them close, feeling their warmth and softness.

“When I’m with you,” he continued, “I feel like nothing else matters. When you tell me that you love me, I feel like falling to my knees in worship because I am the last person on earth who should have an angel like you.”

The kiss he gave you was soft, languid and tender. It was as if he was afraid to break you.

“Don’t even get me started on the physical aspects that make you beautiful,” Zhao teased as he broke the kiss. “I’d rather show you, to be honest.’

You hummed, the exquisite love you felt for him in this moment overflowing. He was milk and honey, silk and gold. Zhao was the most divine man you had ever met, and you wondered if you could ever bless him the way he just did to you.

“We have all night,” you said. “Let me show you what you mean to me, too.”

Zhao smiled, his lips coy and charming. “Mm, I know that you would take good care of me baby, but tonight is all about you. Let me show you why they call it ‘love making’, yeah? Let me make love to my goddess tonight.”

#zhao x reader #tianyou zhao x reader #tianyou zhao #yakuza 7 #yakuza like a dragon #yakuza 7 imagine #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #zhao tianyou x reader #zhao tianyou

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