#soph answers asks

[furiosophie]

am i crazy or did you do some lovely art of vah'nya and che'ri together? i've like combed through your archives a few times and can't seem to find it, but if I'm remembering correctly it looked like they were at the beach or in beach-like summer clothes?

if i've hallucinated this or if you can think of who's art it might have been...please tell me, this art is my tell-tale heart driving me slowly insane

dear anon you are not going insane i did in fact draw vah'nya and che'ri together for the thranto wedding scene i wrote in postmortem, i just did it over on twt!! but happy to share it here again to save your sanity :)

[its-all-papaya]

about the kiss prompts. I'd love to read about landoscar for 5 *and* 6 - a kiss where it hurts and where it doesn't hurt. I think that would go amazing together. I was thinking about the emotional kind of hurt but please do whatever feels right :)

heyyyyy this is like. not the emotional kind of hurt. but i saw everybody writing kid fic landoscar on the feed and i had to join in or die, so have 1.5k of fluffy, sappy singledad!lando.

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

5. where it hurts & 6. where it doesn't hurt | landoscar | 1.5k

Lando’s been in love with Oscar for months already the first time he hears “I love you.”

It’s the kind of late-summer hot that burns off in the early evening, leaving you shivering and wondering when it started. Lando’s in the kitchen at his sister’s place, elbow deep in dishwater, as him mum prattles on about the very expensive wedding of the daughter of a neighbor Lando doesn’t remember from his childhood home.

“Personalized, engraved wine glasses,” she’s saying as he hands off another plate he’s rescued from the murky bottom of the sink so she can dry it. The window in front of them is thrown open so they can keep an eye on the backyard, where the rest of the family is nursing the last of the drinks they’d opened with dinner. Tied off to the fence posts, Lando’s niece’s birthday balloons float gently with the breeze that carries the sounds of a half-dozen conversations in for them to gather pieces of. If he listens hard enough, Lando can pick out his favorite accent from among them, several ticks off from the rest of the crowd’s English. It’s warm in Lando’s chest, the way Oscar has settled so easily today. He hadn’t been worried, but it’s the first time Lando’s brought him around to a whole family event like this – all three of them, Lando, Oscar and Emma – and everything has gone so remarkably smoothly.

“Insane, isn’t it?” His mum asks, drawing Lando’s attention back to the kitchen.

“Extravagant,” Lando agrees to appease her. He’s only halfway through sponging off the next handful of silverware when his focus is snatched right back up by the familiar, gut-tug sound of his daughter crying.

“Shit,” he says then as he scans the backyard through the screen to seek her out among his various relatives. It figures that she’d be fine all day while Lando was around, and the minute he’d ducked in to help with the washing, she’d find her way to trouble. His mum’s already handed off her dish towel for Lando to dry his palms with and he’s half-turned towards the door, cutlery abandoned back to the suds, when he finally spots Emma. She’s just reached three feet (on the small side for three-years-and-a-few-months old, but that was always going to happen with the genes Lando’d given her), so it’s mainly her curly head he can see as she runs back from the swings towards the patio, where the adults are all gathered.

“Gonna-” Lando hooks a thumb over his shoulder for his mum’s benefit, eyes still trained on his girl. Emma hits the group and skips right past the lost look he’d been expecting when she realized he wasn’t there, though, skips right over missing Lando and straight ahead to-

“Oscar,” she whines, arms outstretched and voice high like it gets when she’s upset. Lando watches from the kitchen as his boyfriend kicks off the wall to kneel next to her. He’s got half a beer still in one hand, but the other goes to Emma’s back as she falls into his shoulder. Lando’s heart feels racing and stopped all at the same time as he watches Oscar murmur to her, too low for him to hear across the garden.

It's a minute before she’s coaxed back up out of his chest. Her face is still red and teary, nose twitching, but she offers her hands out when Oscar asks for them. Lando’s stopped moving completely, frozen with the dish towel wrapped between his fingers.

“Can I see?” he picks up from the distance. Oscar smooths his thumb into the middle of Emma’s hand until she flexes her fingers out for him, displaying palms full of grass bits.

“Fell,” she gets out between little hiccupping sobs. Oscar sets his drink aside so he can tug her closer without letting go of her hand.

“Well, that’s no good. Can I help?” he asks and it’s soft, it’s tender, it makes Lando himself want to cry for an entirely different reason.

She nods. Her head falls sideways, back onto Oscar’s shoulder, as he brushes the dirt and grass away. Then he purses his lip to blow the last of the dust off and smacks a kiss right in the center of her hand, playing it up loud enough to make Emma smile about it through the last of her tears.

“Oscar!” she says again, all giggles this time. Lando’s heard Oscar laugh about the way Lando pronounces his name, but it’s only when Emma says it, his own accent in miniature, that he sees what there is to grin about. She seems to be mostly cured of the panic, but in the next moment Oscar scoops her up anyway, settling her on his hip and checking that she’s chilled out as he returns to his conversation. Everything keeps moving around them.

“So,” Lando’s mum says. He jumps a little, having forgotten where he was.

“Um.” Lando says back. She’s smiling like a maniac at the side of his head. “I’m gonna-” he repeats, same thumb motion as a minute ago. He departs for real this time, though, depositing the towel back in her hands as he goes.

“Hey,” he breathes out when he’s reached Oscar’s corner of the patio. He’s not sure where to put his attention first, honestly, a little overwhelmed, so he curls a hand around Oscar’s hip with one hand and tucks Emma’s hair behind her ear with the other. “All sorted?”

“All sorted,” Oscar agrees. He tilts his head to meet Emma’s eyes, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for her to sign off as well.

“All better,” she confirms. She doesn’t reach for Lando, though.

Oscar’s gaze is still focused on her when he says, “Just wanted a little cuddle before going back to play, right? Nothing serious.” He shifts Emma slightly in his arms and she turns her face into his shoulder for a second, like she’s embarrassed he’d tell on her that way.

“Good plan,” Lando says, tucking her hair back once again.

“Just like dad,” Oscar adds, and Lando definitely can’t find room inside of himself to be embarrassed – not with the way his chest is all cozy, like a dryer-warmed blanket.

“Oscar gives a good cuddle,” he agrees instead.

There’s a beat of silence: Lando looking at Oscar, Oscar looking at Emma, Emma looking back and forth between the two of them and the swing set, where her cousins are still playing.

“I’m ready,” she decides finally. She plants her palm on Oscar’s opposite shoulder and leans back in his arms so she can look him in the face instead.

“Great!” Oscar says.

“Emma,” Lando says, “say thanks to Osc, yeah? For fixing you up?”

“Thanks, Oscar!” she chirps, agreeable. Then she smacks a kiss against his cheek, a match to the one on her own palm, and says, “I love you!” as he sets her down, easy as anything.

Like she’s said it a thousand times. Like it’s not anything, like it’s just a fact of her life.

Lando watches her run off with a hand on his own cheek, half over his mouth. He knows he must look insane in one direction or the other, the way his eyes are watering and he’s smiling to hide how his heart is beating triple-time inside of his chest. But Oscar just slides an arm around his waist, drawing Lando in close to his side.

“Sorry if that was-”

“No,” Lando stops Oscar before he can even start. “That was, like…” precious, Lando thinks, more than I ever expected.

It's just... there were days after Emma’s mum was gone, when he was alone with his baby, that he’d stayed up at night and stared at her even after she’d finally gone down for him; days where he’d wondered whether either of them would ever get to say the words to anybody else. There were moments, nights, weeks on end where everything felt scary, and the thought of bringing a whole extra person into their lives was impossible to entertain, more work than it was worth no matter how badly Lando yearned for it. And there were times with Oscar, even, early on, where Lando had hesitated against his lips mid-snog on the couch and despite all the burgeoning something in his own heart, thought: selfish.

He’s never felt further from it all, though, watching Emma jump from the apex of her swing’s trip up towards the sky. She’s never been afraid for long. Comes by it honestly, Lando thinks as he buries a smile against Oscar’s shoulder.

“That was…?” Oscar prompts into Lando’s hair. He’d pressed a kiss there a moment ago and never moved.

“That was really important,” Lando settles on, still misty eyed.

Oscar’s palm does a quick pass up and down his spine before wrapping back around to squeeze Lando in half a hug, “Okay, though? I didn’t overstep or anything?”

“No,” Lando’s laughing then, still a bit wet, as he dislodges Oscar’s chin from the top of his head, “Can’t believe she loves you, holy shit.”

Oscar smiles down at him, “Just like her dad?”

“Just like her dad,” Lando confirms, then presses his own sweet smile right into Oscar's lips.

[ali11125]

#also if anyone wants clarification on the mess of wips i have yk i do have an ask (^・ω・^ ) /lh /nsrs

Pc rpf wips 👀? I know you said /lh, but I'd love to know what "Photographs" or "I need you" may be about (whatever you want to share about it anyway), because they sound really interesting 😊

-📒

ok ok ok.

when it comes to "Photographs" i do have a wip of it. I'll put it under cut since idk about spoilers (a lot of these if not all of them are oneshots so its not like im spoiling my next big thing).

some context on it though and a quick summary of the overall idea, i got a link to those daily writing inspos and one of them happened to be photographs. My brain just went, "polycrashers polycrashers polycrashers" and i tried to fill in the rest.

A quick little summary:

the gang goes to a smash con anc vernais takes photos of them all. He does this a lot and he claims "its just for the memories" and while thats partly true he does it cause he like to be able to see his crushes friends and hangs them all up on the wall when he gets home.

anyways story and the idea for "i need you" are under the cut have fun!!

Photographs WIP

(fyi no proof reading and its not even close to the finish product but idc anymore and 📒 anon asked)

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Click!

The camera shuttered, and soon enough an image printed out in front of it. Vernias grabbed the little slip of paper and shook it in the air as the film developed. Slowly, and what felt like forever, the picture fully cleared up. He smiled warmly at the image, even if it was mere moments ago. It was just a simple photo, him, Nick, Sophist and Brent just standing next to each other. They met up again and at the last minute decided to go to a convention nearby. Nothing crazy, just some local smash tournament, but they did have some free time. Vernias continued to study the photo, immediately noticing some imperfections in the print job, but more focusing on the others. He saw the stupid grin Sophist always had, how slightly akward Brent was, how smug Nick looked. Vernias found it endearing, their stupid little characters shown in their own little way. He almost didn’t notice the slight blush on his face.

“Hey let me see it!” Nick’s voice immediately snapped Vernias back to reality. He let the camera fall, only to be held up by his slash, and stuck out the photo to Nick. He studied it too, though not to the extent Vernias did, instead simply nodded before running to catch up to Brent and Sophist, who apparently already ran off. 

Vern quickly realised the others left, and quickly–though with care to not crumple it too much–placed the photo in his pocket. “Wait for me!”

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Click!

“Why’d you take a backshot of us, bro.” Vernias just sighed as he reached in front of the camera to grab the printed image. The other two had their usual set of complaints to Brent’s joke, though neither took their eyes off the screen. Vernias once again carefully put the photo in his pocket and let the camera fall to his side, joining Brent inbetween the other two playing. 

It was an open console type thing, and even if it wasn’t Nick and Sophist didn’t seem to care. More than anything the two seemed to be fucking around, neither of which played on their main, just instead fucking around with bottom tier characters. As soon as Vernias realised good content wasn’t going to be found, he took the more recent of the photos out of his pocket to study it. Even with its poor quality–it was some cheap instant camera, but it was good enough for what he wanted–

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(anyways yeah thats all mb)

when it comes to "i need you" it was an idea i literally came up with today

is it good? no idea but i already lost all my pride fuck it

the idea came to me when i was watching sophist's new video (popucom) and he said "I need you" when talking to brent. obviously it had more in game implications but my rpf pilled brain went "gay."

i plan to make it wotc ish (aka general premise but not exact cause im too lazy to not have any plotholes or controdictions) (aka brent and sophist end up on opposite sides of the war and while they obviously still care for eachother they're different sides don't allow for it to happen) and idk this could be their final scene before they break up. ig ill write smth quickly to better explain it but i promise it ain't going to be good, just a proof of concept.

(note this isn't the beginning i just can't start this properly)

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“I don’t need a king or a noble. I need you. I need my friend,” the final word came out like poison to both. “I need you more-” he paused, but at this point it was all over anyway, “ I need you more than a friend.” 

The silence that filled the room was deafening. Brent failed to find any words to convey his understanding, and Sophist just wanted to leave. 

“But if you don’t want that, then it's fine.” Sophist turned around, grabbing whatever hat he left lying around before making his way to the door. “I’ll just handle it on my own.” 

With the final words Sophist opened and closed the door before Brent could get the words out. He rushed to chase after him, to try and fix everything like he should’ve done the first time. He ran to the door, twisted the nob and desperately looked for him. Yet he was nowhere to be found. Either side of the corridor, which both stretched out to near infinity, didn’t hold Sophist nor any trace of him. 

All Brent could do is stand in the corridor. He felt the slightest breeze and prayed to whatever he would turn to see him, yet it was still an empty hallway. He felt his chest tighten with a pain he never understood before. 

Brent walked back into his room. He shut the door behind him, careful to not make any sound. He fell to the floor, the light from the sunset still shining in his room. All he was left with was a crown and the promise of night as he replayed the words he wished he said. 

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wow ok as i said yes this is very shit but again i wrote this in a panic in like 10 minutes so ig it should be bad??? idk maybe ill revise these ideas

overall i think these ideas could work i just need a lot more tweaking and late nights panicking if it will ever work. Thanks for the ask anon gl reading all of this and thank you so much

[sophsdolliee]

Kmf

@thenoahcameron

@nateybaby

@theodoregarcia

marry Noah

Kill Nate

Fuck Theo

[spookypartycrit]

Good to see that some of Brent's haterism is rubbing on Sophist. Go white boy go, go defend yourself from the meanies who call your jokes/humor bad and unfunny <3

Sophist been so much more upbeat lately. Im so happy to see it. Japan put some pep in his weeb ass step but yknow whatever it took. I havent seen him this happy since december

Like… you might be making a japan video? Does that mean u vlogged a bit? Vlogged unlike that greece trip yall didnt vlog at all at? Omg? We get to see you in japan?

Also more tweets, more facecam streams…seasonal depression mighta just been kicking his ass but the suns back.

We are so back.

sophist is in too much of a good mood for idiots to ruin it with unproductive hate. Glad he telling them off. tell them to die next time sophist. They aint worth the energy their hating ass phone uses.

his lil bfs attitude finally rubbing off on em <3 brents probably so proud.

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

LMAO OT5ERS KEEP ON WINNING

[sophiesticated-stuff]

Are you lesbian or bi?

A mess, I am a mess 🫠

[exploring-in-space]

hey alix!

just popping by to say it's so nice to see you back on the dash 💛

hope life's treating you well and all is good with the house move, saria, your exams and wishing you happy holidays 🎄

Soph!! 😭😭😭 You're the sweetest! I'm slowly slowly getting back on here! It's really just a habit thing, I've unfortunately been sucked into scrolling bluesky and reddit these days. I'm still chronically online, just on different apps 🤣

The move has been good! I'm hosting guests for the first time this weekend which I'm excited about, but Saria will not be since she hates people 😂 she finally has settled in the house, it took her a while to not be weirded out in the extra space we now have and just hide in the bedroom!

I hope you're doing well too! I actually got all excited when I was scrolling on my dash and saw your new icon! Hahaha! What's your latest hyperfixation that you've been giffing?? 👀👀

[hiimaprofessionalfangirl]

Hey i saw you read the lotus empire :) How was it??

Hi!

Yes I did, I read it back in the end of July/beginning of August. I really liked it, I gave it 4/5 stars, I still think The Jasmine Throne is my favorite in the series but I really liked The Lotus Empire. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time I was reading it. I read it in a couple days (surprisingly considering I had a digital ARC) and really enjoyed it. I think it fits in nicely with the rest of the trilogy, the world building was expanded and it was great.

I don’t have a perfect memory of everything but I am sure fans will love it. I don’t wanna say anything specific because spoilers and because there is a chance some stuff I read could be changed before publication (likely nothing major but still).

All I will say is that Malini and Priya continue to be insane, in general and for eachother and the Yaksa just keep getting weirder and more unsettling. Tasha Suri is a phenomenal author and The Lotus Empire absolutely proves it.

Sorry if you wanted more details but I really don’t wanna spoil anything + I can’t wholly remember what is the lotus empire and what’s the oleander sword since I read it over a month ago.

Thanks for asking!!!

[crowleybrekkers]

what is your favorite crowley hairstyle through the ages?🤔

modern s2 and eleven years ago hair 🛐

long-haired david tennant just does things to me and i love how vibrant his s2 hair with the streaks and the coif is just so satisfying fjdkla

[furiosophie]

Last Line Tag Game

i always forget to actually do these but i will try for u @darkisrising!!!

just finished one so i'm only slowly diving back in but i've been writing this soapghostroach thing with a friend for a little while so:

Or, maybe not a contradiction— Soap’s a frag grenade with the pin pulled, rage and skill and sharp smiles all part of one whole. He’s soft tissue under Ghost’s palm, and the minute hesitation up on that roof, and the way he punched Ghost’s shoulder like a caress, a kaleidoscope of shrapnel that will tear you to shreds if you stand too close. Contained only by the tight grip on that lever that are rules and regulations and iron will.

no pressure tags: @invaderk, @elivanto, @amukmuk, and rly anyone who feels like it!!

[its-all-papaya]

If you need one word landoscar prompts: remote

from october 21.... hope this anon is alive on tumblr somewhere still... anyway. have some landoscar future winter fluff

The cabin is way-the-fuck-out-there, and Lando's not much for rustic vacations, but he trusts Oscar knows him well enough that he's not properly worried about it.

"Pick me up," he demands when they reach the porch.

"What?" Oscar stops messing with the key and turns to look at Lando with the same confused expression he's been using for years.

"You have to carry me," Lando whacks him on the chest. It'd be a pat normally, but he can barely feel body through Oscar's thick winter coat. Needs a bit more oomph like this. "Over the threshold, proper, like."

He lifts an eyebrow at Oscar, squinting in the low dying light of the sunset. They're going to have to start early in the morning if they want to do any sightseeing in the following days, the way that evenings come so early in the winter. Not that it matters; Lando's got everything he particularly wants to see right in front of him.

"Why not you carrying me?" Oscar gets the lock at last and shoulders through the door. Behind him, Lando can see high peaked ceilings, manicured wood, furry throws draped over the back of a tastefully rustic sofa. His grin ticks up in approval, even though he wasn't worried.

"Because you were never even gonna ask," Lando puts his hands on his hips. It still feels a bit weird on his hand, a weight he's not used to catching on the bit of webbed skin between his fingers. He wonders how it might feel under racing gloves. He wonders if anybody wears theirs that way, during races, wonders why he'd never thought to pay attention before it was too late.

Oscar's breath fogs between them. He looks funny all bundled up. His cheeks are impossibly pinker than they were even the evening before, all flush with champagne and sappy shit like eternal fucking love.

"Alright," Oscar drops his backpack just through the door and turns back with his arms out like he's bracing for Lando to jump into them without warning, "c'mere, then."

Lando slides his arm around Oscar's shoulder and yelps when he's swept up and off his feet, even though he'd been expecting it. They're both giggling immediately, caught up in the absurdity and the leftover mood from yesterday too, probably, stuck like the gooey bits of congealed champagne tangled in the back of Lando's hair where Oscar had missed it in the hotel shower. Distracted by other things.

(They'd laughed about it first, how routine it felt to scrub champagne from behind each other's ears, how it could be like any number of nights, any number of hotels, if they didn't think too hard about it.

"McLaren 1-2?" Oscar had joked. When he'd lifted his arm to shove drippy curls back off Lando's forehead, his left hand had glinted in the bathroom lights just like the shine off a trophy after all.)

Oscar doesn't drop him until they're halfway through the living room, dragging bits of snow all along the clean wood floors. He'd used the side of Lando's hip to bump the door shut, at least, so Lando has no qualms about wrapping his arms around Oscar's shoulders to keep him close when Oscar deposits him on his back on the sofa.

"Lemme get your shoes off," Oscar mumbles against his mouth. He's turning his chin every which way to avoid Lando's lips, but he dips his tongue out every time they catch anyway. "Gonna get the fucking sofa wet."

"Bet we are," Lando licks into the shell of Oscar's ear before he finally lets him up.

Oscar's trying to look unimpressed, Lando can tell, shaking his head and everything, but his eyes are all crinkly and fond as he wiggles each of Lando's boots loose in turn.

While he's at it, Lando props himself up on his elbows so he can swivel his head around and take in the place for real. It's cozier from the inside. Looks like something out of an AI Instagram ad trying to scam people out of their money - there's even a proper fireplace across the way from where they're at.

"What d'you think?" Oscar asks from below. His shoulders are drawn up just a little, one of his only anxious tells. He's got the heel of one of Lando's feet still cradled in his palm and he's massaging little circles into the arch like he's forgotten he's even doing it.

Lando swallows. Oscar shuffles forward just enough that he's properly between Lando's legs where they're hooked over the arm of the couch, and Lando thinks, realistically, that they're never going to get the bags out of the car if Oscar keeps batting his eyelashes from that specific position.

"S'nice," Lando grins. He splays his arms out like he's about to make a snow angel in the fur underneath him, "Real remote."

Oscar nods quick, "You said to pick somewhere where we wouldn't have to worry, wouldn't have to..."

He waves his hand vaguely. It's the one with the ring on it.

Lando catches the fingers between his own and uses them as leverage to drag Oscar back in over him, close enough to put his lips back on Oscar's, "It's perfect."

"Good," Oscar lets Lando kiss him this time, long and indulgent and so deep that their lips aren't even really moving at the end. "You deserve perfect," he adds when they've pulled apart to breathe.

"We," Lando nudges his middle finger against Oscar's wedding band where it's still tucked against against the joint, "deserve things however we want this week. S'the point of, like..."

"A honeymoon," Oscar says, so used to smoothing over Lando's gaps at this point that he just assumes that's what it is.

"Yeah," Lando agrees.

After he's kissed Lando just enough to sate him for the time being, Oscar straightens back up with a sigh. He bats at the grabby hands Lando immediately makes, that same crinkly-fond-unimpressed look back on his face, "Someone's got to go get our things. Unless you're planning to get back up?"

Lando drops back against the pillows in answer, "I guess they don't have people for that here."

Oscar snorts, "There's no other people, mate. Not for, like, a kilometer."

Lando swallows hard, knows it makes his throat bob in a way that interests Oscar, and then lifts his chin up to smile wickedly across his body at him - his husband.

"S'pose that means we can fuck against the windows later?"

originally from here if anybody cares hehe haha

[sophsun1]

hello!! on the topic of gifmaking, your gifs are LOVELY. your sharpening is fantastic. i saw you mention that you use caps to gif rather than video clips. is there a better method out of the two? is one higher quality than the other? i've always been curious! thank you <3

hey anon!

aww, tysm for your lovely words, i really appreciate it 💛

when i first started out making gifs i used the video method and actually had the same thought process as you lol whether there was a difference in quality between the two.

but now after having switched to caps, which i personally find easier because you can capture the entire scene in one and then simply load them into photoshop (the only thing you need to remember is to reverse the frames as they load in the opposite way but you get used to that) rather than having to crop video clips to manageable length to gif from. i can confirm at least for me there is no difference in quality resulting from either method. it's simply what you prefer.

it's truly the quality of the video file and your sharpening which affects the overall result and of course your colouring helps!

[reflection-s-of-stars]

Genuine tlt question: does necromancers’ inability to gain muscle mass also apply to fat?

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

taemates calling jinki ugly is the funniest thing ever that man is anything but ugly. why are they crying over someone not liking taemins hair as if its really that serious. there's even some jinki hair era that i did not like. it's one thing to not like someone's hair and calling others ugly while being a whole ass adult. kinda feeling sad for them for living life with these

honestly, (im going to sound very ☝🏽🤓) jinki being ugly or not isn't the point kinda like ofc he isn't, he's conventionally attractive and thats also why he debuted yk but people (crazy akgae or not) are always treating him like shinee's ugly duckling because he's the one who goes around bare faced the most and also wears comfortable clothes in airport departure sightings ig and that kinda moves him away from beauty standards which isn't another way to call him ugly ofc i just think everyone is expected to be dolled up all the time, and supposed to not show aging, to not gain weight, to not look tired etc etc even if all of that doesn't make a person ugly yk and when you're a celebrity you should be more cautious about how you show yourself in public bcs that's the only impression others get of you and media+gp love to... yeah... all of the members minus mh i think, got ppl coming after their looks at some point tm when he came back, jjong during base era, jk and kb get targeted too and every time it happened they looked perfectly normal and just tired lol

(also white people love just a certain look on people of color, and when an idol gets called ugly by them, it's just bcs he isnt digestible in a koreaboo way)

[sophiesticated-stuff]

would you post a booty pic??

This is quite ‘booty’ 👆🏻