#speaker azalea

[risualto]

2 (a kiss goodnight) for any of your Speaker ships?

Thank you for this <3

Prompt list

2. a kiss goodnight

It had been a tiring day. It was not an easy case they had found themselves in, but even so, today was particularly long. Yoshiko could not wait to fall into bed--but neither could she afford to show how much the day had affected her until the others were safely in their rooms and ready to sleep. Her sister was exhausted, and their colleagues--friends--were in varying states of caffeine highs and utter exhausted delirium.

She was glad when Azalea began to aid her efforts to get the others to sleep, even if the two of them still could not make eye contact.

Yoshiko frowned. A slight press of her lips compared to her normal face, but an expression her sister at least would notice. It took her a moment to admit that she did, in fact, feel a kernel of guilt. Azalea had tried, kindly, to hold Yoshiko's hand while they were gathering information from someone who might know something that day, and Yoshiko had reflexively stepped away, afraid to show her weakness, her abnormality, in front of a stranger. Azalea's frown had distracted her through the rest of the conversation.

She could still feel it.

So when, finally, it was just Yoshiko and Azalea left in the library of the Nakamura house (which still, she realized, felt crowded, even with the literal people herded out and into their bedrooms), Yoshiko found herself on the end of a slightly strained smile from their dryad.

"You should get some rest, too," Azalea said, sweet but with an undercurrent like ancient roots, unwilling to be moved or severed.

Yoshiko nodded, almost instinctively. "I will," she said.

Azalea nodded back, playing with her fingers as she seemed to search for anything else, and came up empty. "Good night," she said, and turned away.

Yoshiko watched her retreat a few steps towards the hallway before gritting her teeth and chasing. It only took a second to close the distance, but reaching out to take Azalea by the shoulder still felt...difficult. Like Yoshiko was acting with resistance bands binding her limbs.

There was just the barest amount of force in the tug Yoshiko gave Azalea's shoulder, but with the way the dryad gasped and reached up to steady herself against Yoshiko's chest, one would have thought she had tried to rip Azalea off her feet. It was surprising enough to have Yoshiko simply stare at her for a moment, assessing whether she'd hurt Azalea...and then simply looking, at her bare shoulders, her curly hair, her pretty figure, and trying very hard to remember that this was allowed.

"Y-yes...?"

Yoshiko didn't have the words to apologize properly, not when she knew things like this afternoon would probably happen again. And not when Azalea was simply so lovely in the dim light of the hallway, standing in Yoshiko's home like she had always belonged there, too.

"Yo--"

So Yoshiko simply leaned forward and pressed her lips to the corner of Azalea's mouth. Firm enough to convey that this was not a mistake, but gentle enough to be (she hoped) sweet.

The quiet little squeak Azalea let out as Yoshiko kissed her did unspeakable things to Yoshiko's heart, and so she pulled back. Azalea's cheeks didn't seem to have changed color, but her fingers trembled a little on Yoshiko's wrist, and her eyes were wide and bright. Yoshiko did her best to smile, despite feeling devastated by it all.

"Good night," she answered. Let go of Azalea's shoulder slowly. Stepped back.

Azalea smiled, a little bit less pinched. Yoshiko understood she wasn't forgiven, exactly, but this was...better. For a few moments, she feared Azalea might try to talk about what had happened, but their exhaustion eventually seemed to win out. "Tomorrow," said Azalea, straightening up. "We can... I'll see you tomorrow.

[apoemaday]

The Untrustworthy Speaker

by Louise Glück

Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken. I don’t see anything objectively.

I know myself; I’ve learned to hear like a psychiatrist. When I speak passionately, that’s when I’m least to be trusted.

It’s very sad, really: all my life, I’ve been praised for my intelligence, my powers of language, of insight. In the end, they’re wasted —

I never see myself, standing on the front steps, holding my sister’s hand. That’s why I can’t account for the bruises on her arm, where the sleeve ends.

In my own mind, I’m invisible: that’s why I’m dangerous. People like me, who seem selfless, we’re the cripples, the liars; we’re the ones who should be factored out in the interest of truth.

When I’m quiet, that’s when the truth emerges. A clear sky, the clouds like white fibers. Underneath, a little gray house, the azaleas red and bright pink.

If you want the truth, you have to close yourself to the older daughter, block her out: when a living thing is hurt like that, in its deepest workings, all function is altered.

That’s why I’m not to be trusted. Because a wound to the heart is also a wound to the mind.

[thetravelingtyper]

Petals

Just a practice shot (I wasn't too sure about this one; I just needed it out of my system)

Masterlist

Music played out from the store speakers as you spun on your feet, broom in hand as you dance to the music in your store. You had brushed and knock over a few roses and their petals scatter like crimson blood over the floor. As you twist your body there is a ding at the door you don’t catch until you're dumping the petals into the trash and you jump, broken out of the beat of the song.

“Im sorry I didn't-”

“It’s alright love.” Whisky eyes soften at you, tracing over the curve of your form in the apron. Its the amused grin that tells you he had been watching, heat fluttering up your chest and to your cheeks. He isnt mean about it though, instead winking when you meet his eyes again and you bite your lip as he turns to the flowers. 

You set the broom aside and walk to join him, realising how tall he is, he towers over you and the display. You huff quietly, his height would be useful for your shop. As you eye his he turns back to you,

“Could I get a dozen Azaleas? I like this fuschia,” he brushes the petals gently. You nod to him with a smile. 

“Anything else hun?”

His lips turn up, 

“Your number if I can.”

You blink at him, and he seems to second guess himself and the shyness is cute to you.

“Sure”

It comes out without though, and he grins.

[nrcbookclub]

A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.

The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.

It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.

Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.

As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.

The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.

The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.

"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"

Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.

As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.

Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.

( @night-raven-miscellany)

Somethings… wrong. Definitely wrong.

*Azalea nods in agreement before wrinkling his nose at the smell*

Hey, what’s that smell?

*Freya takes a second before gasping*

Blot… that’s blot. Something’s gone horribly wrong!

Wait- what?! Oh HOLY SEVENS ABOVE-

*He covers his head when the lights begin to burst, Freya is quick to do the same. Both of them stare at the ..monster? on stage*

Ok- so… we should probably run right?

Probably.

…and we definitely won’t, will we?

Absolutely not, come along! That student requires help!

Alright- no need to shout!

*The two run towards the stage together*

[lil-soybean-wellchurch]

⌞sonya kennedy wellchurch⌝

󠀠pose for a picture ✧.ᐟ

₊.⚝ she/her ⋆ infj-t ⋆ 24 february⋆ pisces ⋆ photography nerd ⋆ monochrome photography ⋆ french speaker ⋆ tea > coffee ⋆ pineapple belongs on pizza and nothing will change my mind (don't listen to asher) ⋆ winter lover ⋆

ᯓ@elliot-wellchurch: my older brother eli. he takes golf too seriously; don't tell him it's an old man sport. (also don't mind his blonde moments) ᯓ@asher-saito: artist guy. goofball and nerd all in one (good package deal tbh). the so called "therapist" of the group. (never hire him. never) talks to himself a lot because “that's the only way I can have sensible conversation with an intelligent man in this house.” sure, asher, sure. also identifies as an ice cream (edit: I just realised that would make it cannabilism since he adores eating ice cream so nvm-) ᯓ@mae-saito-the-lovely: mae, eli's bestie even if he won't admit it. asher's older sis. she's rly cool and funny. lots of bad bitch vibes too. ᯓ@christine-azalea-solace: my bff, Christine. she's always lost in own delulu world which I fully support! the real world sucks smt ngl. but having her in it makes things so much better

//not associated with the tig or tgg canon rp; this is an au rp

//dividers by @cafekitsune

[flxwxr-bxy]

hi! I'd like to request some fluff/comfort with Rin from Blue lock with a gn!reader who has a hard time going to sleep due to being scared of having nightmares since they had a really bad one please

— PINK AZALEA ☆

☾ Hii sorry for taking so long, and I'm not quite sure if this is what you wanted, but I hope you liked it! ☆

☆ Genre: fluff/comfort

☾ Character: Rin x gn! Reader

☆ Warning: None!

☾ I am not a native English speaker, so I apologize if you find any spelling mistakes.☆

He woke up when you were leaving the bed in the middle of the night but assumed you had probably gone to the bathroom and decided to go back to sleep.

As the minutes passed, and you didn't return, he became more and more irritated. Even though he didn't like to admit it, he only got a good night's sleep if you were by his side.

He turned to look at the clock on your bedside table only to realize that it had been thirty minutes since you had left, and with a sigh, he decided to look for you.

There you were on the balcony of the house with the sleeping clothes he gave you so you could spend the night with him, and taking into account how cold the days have been and the time you have been out there, it was very likely that the next day you would wake up sick. How troublesome...

You didn't feel his presence until he sat next to you, and without thinking, you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling calmer now that he was by your side.

"Although it's a nice night, we both know you hate being sick, so would you mind explaining to me what exactly are you doing here?"

You let out a sigh before explaining what was really going on. "I had a pretty disturbing nightmare. I tried to go back to sleep, but I kept remembering it, and you came home pretty tired, so I didn't want to bother you and thought maybe the cold night air would calm me down. I didn't realize it had been so long for you to come looking for me. I'm sorry"

He looked at you, trying to figure out what you might have dreamt to make you feel so scared, but ignoring his curiosity, he decided to put you on his lap and hug you, thinking about what he could say to make you feel better.

You leaned your head against his chest. The beating of his heart made you relax slowly and feel how the sleep came back to your body, and after a while, you heard Rin talking again "We should go back to bed; it's late, and I don't feel like getting sick soon. Come on, I'll make you a tea to relax and forget this nightmare."

A few minutes had passed, and now you were in Rin's arms. The tea he had prepared was empty on the bedside table, and although Rin wasn't the best at comforting, you knew from the way he kissed your head before sleeping and hugged you tightly to him that it was his way of telling you that you were safe as long as he was there.

☾ Author's note: Pink Azalea is a flower that can represent taking care of yourself and your family. Pls reblog and follow if you want, I hope you have a lovely day or night. :) ☆

All works belong to @ flxwxr-bxy don't copy, translate or repost in other sites without my permission. Thanks ♡

[literatureloverx]

The Fairest One of All, our dear Snow White,

I am surprised that you are Turkish. Actually, not that surprised because there are a lot of Turks living in Germany. And I should have known from the way you talk about your ENTP brother. I'm curious, do you speak Turkish, have you ever been to Turkey? Can you elaborate a bit if you feel comfortable talking about it?

Also, as a Turkish person, I would like to add to the things Toaster-san said:

The name Azra has various meanings. The most well-known of them is described as a very valuable type of pearl. This pearl is a pristine pearl that has not been pierced and has not been processed in any way. The name Azra is also used as another name for the city of Medina. It also means untrodden sand, a virgin girl (like Toaster-san said). Some sources even use the name "Azra" for the Virgin Mary.

The Turkish name for Azaleas is Açelya, not Azra. But I understand why it reminds you of your own name. Personally, it is one of my favorite names. I've known plenty of people whose name is Azra. They were always very soft, a bit shy like me, considerate and kind. I think it suits you well too.

I imagine the biggest clue you have ever given about your name was when I asked you what jewelry would suit you, and you said you like pearls and you mentioned Akoya pearls...

I would also like to ask you. Would you prefer to be called Azra from now on or would you prefer we continue to refer to you as Snow White?

Sincerely yours,

-🛵🌻

Yes, of course, I can elaborate, my dear. ♥️

I lived in Turkey until I was 8, where I went to school and naturally learned to read and write. Turkish was the first language I learned to read and write in, and I speak it fluently—I’m simply a native speaker.

However, one thing that can make my interactions with Turks from Turkey a little awkward is that I’m not always familiar with the slang they use. It can make me sound less approachable, unfortunately. I also have a strong aversion to any sort of “westernisation” of languages, so it feels strange to me when words are distorted in odd ways. Because of my more raw use of Turkish, I sometimes come across as more serious than I intend to, though that’s never my aim.

As you know, I’m a literature enthusiast. Before I left Turkey, I developed a fascination with Ottoman history (I was around 7) and read many books about it. Lately, I’ve also grown to deeply appreciate Turkish literature, particularly Turkish poetry, which is simply beautiful.

The flower azalea reminds me of my name because of the unique combination of A and Z, but beyond that, there’s no deeper connection.

I’ll be honest, I’m a little flabbergasted by how many details you’ve gathered about me and the way you’ve made all these connections. I never consciously associated pearls with my name, but now that you mention it, I might have done so subconsciously.

Thank you so much for being so considerate, my dear. ♥️ I chose to reveal my name because people were curious, but I’d actually prefer to keep my alias. Being called by my real name here on Tumblr feels a bit strange, so I’d still like to be addressed as Snow White. (It’s still “mother” for you, though.)

(Your mention of the Virgin Mary reminds me once again of Fyodor. I do seem to carry a certain religious theme within me, don’t I? We must be such a perfect match for each other hahaha.)

[indianchindian]

Just finished my final short story draft assignment yipeeee 💀 and yeah it's my imagination of Bible and Wang Hedi in a BL drama in my dreams. I just realised that my story is better off on Wattpad as professor is pretty strict when literally checking stories despite us being beginner writers lol. Like yeah we can't be experts in just a few months. But still this course forced me to pay attention to the story or else I would've given up.

Whereas Wattpad readers don't gaf. I read part of a KimChay fanfic and as per grammatical errors and stuff (I suppose the writer isn't a native English speaker. So am I hence I also make grammatical mistakes) they may be graded less. But I was hooked! I still have a long way to go but as far as I've read it's really well written otherwise.

And yeah I put the short story on an abrupt end because I was doing everything at the last moment and hence I had no other option. My boys (as in the fictional characters and not the actors) deserve much more closure hence I'll start committing to putting an even longer story of maybe 10 chapters for closure. Then I might put another part in the other character's pov as I wrote in first person pov. I was listening to Azalea and がらくた on loop while writing it to get the feels kinda (がらくた was better fitting imo).

After submitting it, I watched one of my IG mutuals doing a Silk Sonic song with their friends (idk whether to mention them explicitly as I didn't take their permission) like they literally ATE 🔥🔥 and after that I've been listening to 打上花火 on loop just now to reward myself that at LEAST I got my shit done and submitted, slightly later than the deadline by a few minutes but it's worth it. And yeah there were times professor was pissed because important things I couldn't remember so...yeah I hope he likes this story more at least. And I just stopped listening to 打上花火 as I am writing this because it's overly stimulating. But I can't wait to go home and spend time with my cat and do a compulsory internship which I really wanna do! Next sem is my last and I am in denial! Anyways, cheers!!

(I hope to collab with one of my univ seniors who's an otaku on 打上花火. For now I'm focussing on covering Lemon)

[novankenn]

2am (Chp 1)

--== Table of Contents ==--

It was 2am when the message was recorded. Jaune's hands shook as he listened to the voices that came over the speaker of his scroll. He knew the voice, and it had been awhile since he had been in person to hear them. But that was what happens when you give up on school to take care of your child, while all your friends continue on with their dreams. They had all been drifting away from one another, as was want to happen when slowly you had less and less in common. They all did still drop him a line, and dropped by for unannounced visits when they were in Vale, but those were getting less and less frequent.

He reasoned it all away. They were pursuing their careers, and as they moved and progressed into the upper years of their time in Beacon, the demands of courses, training and missions became even more severe. He wasn't really part of that daily cycle anymore. The words he heard shattered the fairy tale he had been holding onto. He and his daughter had become her dirty little secret.

“Jaune, honey, miss you and Az so much. I'll drop by in the morning. Love you both... (muffled male voice.) No it's nothing, just checking on a sick friend... (muffled voice)... No need to apologize. It was nothing important... (muffled male voice)... Of course, I'll go out and have a drink with you. Sounds like a lovely idea.” She had forgotten to hang up after calling to leave him a message. Checking up on him and their daughter. Probably due to alcohol consumption. She was at their graduation party, after all. It wasn't the first time he had gotten such a message. He saved them all.

He pressed the hang-up button, and dropping his scroll on their bed, that she had spent almost no time in anymore. Jaune got up and made his way into the next room. It had been two years since her birth, and she was the centre of his world now. Everything he did was for her. It had been an accident, over summer break, that led to her conception. Jaune instantly did the right thing. He took responsibility. Doing everything he could to support her, and their unborn child. It was stressful, and there had been more than one argument in regard to their future together.

She was forced to take a leave of absence for the final trimester. Jaune had dropped out, moving to find work, and arrange living space. Her return to school was an event, and the media was in full force to celebrate her return, after her mysterious illness. He wasn't in attendance. He had to be at work. They tried to make a life together, and her fewer and fewer clandestine visits; he wrote off as the demands of her extra training to get back into shape and caught up with school.

Azalea Arc had been born hale and healthy, and Jaune was instantly in love with her. She had her mother's hair, and face; accented with his eyes. He brushed off that fact that her last name was only his, even though the two of them had discussed her having both their surnames names. As he stood at the door of her room, gazing at her sleeping form, the memories rolled in his mind; but instead of being fondly remembered, he began picking them apart. She had been at meetings, during her first birthday. An event all his friends had attended. Few of them were available for her second birthday. Missions taking priority, and he understood.

He still had friends, from work, and the gym he was a member of. Even as he took care of his daughter, he attempted to improve his physical conditioning. He even had started taking fighting classes. Sharpening his rudimentary skills. Between his work, his training, and most importantly his almost three-year-old daughter; he was busy, and distracted. It was the night after her third birthday. It had been a small affair, just her grandmothers and himself in attendance. She was supposed to be there, she promised; but she never showed. It had taken Jaune almost two hours to consul his little angel. The centre of his small world.

“Mommy?” her musical voice, breaking with sadness.

“She wanted to be here, I promise, she... she just ended up getting busy.” Jaune's lie hitched in his throat. He had gotten a call from her, she wouldn't be coming. He could hear the alcohol in the way she spoke.

“Mommy?” tears started to roll down her soft cheeks, and Jaune pulled her close into a warm hug. Rocking her back and forth.

“I'm so sorry, Az.”

“Mommy?” her voice was so small and fragile, that Jaune had to fight back his own tears, as a rage ignited in his heart. He had enough.

Jaune stayed up after he finally got Azalea settled and asleep. Her grandmothers had retired to their hotels for the evening, leaving him alone. At 2am the call came in, and instead of it going to voicemail, he answered.

“Where the fuck are you?” Jaune growled.

“Jaune?” he knew she was drunk, he knew it when she had called earlier in the evening to give her excuse, and now it was just confirmed. Her slurred words, a dead give away.

“Who the hell you think you called?” Jaune snapped. “Or did you mean to call someone else?”

“No... no... I wanted to talk to you.”

“Turn on the camera Pyr. I deserve to know.”

“Know what?”

“Where the fuck you are, and who the fuck is so important that you couldn't even attend your daughter's birthday party!” Jaune's hands were shaking, his anger slowly taking control. “Turn on your camera. I hear the voices.”

“Jaune, I ... can't”

“Why? Hiding something? Don't want me to see what you're really been up to with all these celebrations?” Jaune hit the icon for his own camera, allowing her to see his scowling face, "You're always out, you never come home. Your mother was here. Always at a celebration, for a successful mission; or a contract meeting. So are you going to be honest for once?"

“Honest? You talking to me about... being honest? Mr. I faked my way...”

“Yeah, I did, and you knew about it. The whole school probably knew about it after I told you... I deserve to know what's so important that you need to be drunk and leave our daughter crying herself to sleep, because mommy didn't come like she PROMISED!”

“I... (muffled male voice followed by female voice) ... stop, enough. This ... this is important.”

“Do whatever with your life, Pyr. Go be a huntress, or a champion, or whatever.” Jaune hung up, and turned off his scroll.

[pommpuriinn]

How Joohyung Got Scouted

🧷 this is how Eunha scouted Joohyung in 2014 when she took a trip in Daegu along with little more backstory into Joohyung’s life before joining BigHit

Author’s Note: it’s a pretty long chapter but I really love how it turned out. Thank you for reading my things guys 🫶

The whole purpose of this little trip to Daegu was to scout some new male trainees for BigHit. So of course Eunha went near the schools luckily for her there was a little festival being held right outside the school. Eunha stopped and went where all the older people were standing, maybe they’re parents or teachers. She quickly realized that every student that walked up on that stage was a girl, like every since one. Then it quickly hit that she was watching a school festival in a all girls school. “Well this isn’t the plan.” Eunha mumbled to herself.

BigHit strictly doesn’t want any female trainees ever since what happen when they had a girl group and it went down in flames. Currently they just want all boys to hopefully create another group that can be complementary to their current group ‘BTS’.

As Eunha was going to turn around to continue on her mission and no matter how cliché this is, Eunha stopped in literally 0.2 seconds and turned right around when she heard the student’s voice start singing. There stood little 15 year old Joohyung singing one of the hardest songs at that time which was ‘Chandelier’ by Sia. Eunha could tell Joohyung was nervous by the way she wouldn’t look at the crowd and sang most of the time with her eyes closed. People were enjoying it though and they would cheer whenever Joohyung did those high notes of the song.

As the the song came to an end and after Joohyung sang the final notes she opened her eyes and everyone was clapping and cheering. Joohyung speaking voice was so light and cute, so when she thanked the crowd Eunha just wanted to go over there and pinch her little cheeks. “That was one of our new freshmens, Bae Joohyung everyone!” The crowd cheered louder. She fell in love with Joohyung’s talent and she knew she had to no only talk to Joohyung, but most importantly to Bang PD. Eunha didn’t leave just yet she wanted to finish watching all the performances to see maybe if there was a group of girls just as talented or close to Joohyung’s talent maybe she could convince Bang PD about giving a girl group another chance. But as Eunha kept on watching there was some girls that had potential but she could only think about was ‘if they went together and could complement each other’. ‘Joohyung would outshine them’ Eunha thought and shook her head.

“We just have one performance left everyone so please cheer for our last group students.” One of the female students announced through her mic. Everyone started clapping and a group of five girls walked on stage and there she was again, Joohyung walked hand in hand with another student. Eunha clasped her hands together waiting for what they were going to do. The speakers started playing another western song ‘Problem’ by Ariana Grande ft Iggy Azalea. It was like faith was on Eunha’s side because it was just a dance performance and she got to see if Joohyung could dance. Joohyung was definitely the ace of the group in Eunha’s eye’s especially when Joohyung took the center when the rap part of the song came on.

“I have call Bang PD right now.” Eunha took out her phone and made her way away from everyone and leaned on a tree and watched from a far, as her phone was dialing his number.

“Hello?” Bang PD answered rather quickly. “Hey~” Eunha spoke in a kinda high pitched voice. The two go way back and are close friends so they don’t really speak formal to each other. “Oh no.” He groaned knowing something was up. “What? I haven’t even said anything.” Eunha laughed. “Your voice went high pitched I know you Eunha-ah. What is it that you want.” Bang PD already knew she was up to something. Eunha looked back to the stage and saw Joohyung finished in the center ultimately shining.

“Look, I know you sent me here to scout male trainees and all but…” Eunha just didn’t know how to word everything where Bang PD could at least consider it. “But?” He wanted Eunha to continue. She sighed, “but I found myself at this school festival and—look could you keep an open mind ok?”

“Ok.” Eunha sent a quick pray before continuing. “I found myself in a all girls school and they were having a festival right now and I found this cute and talented student and I was wondering if we could take her in and train her.” There was a quite long silence through the phone line scared Eunha. “And what exactly would we do for her?” Bang PD was a bit confused.

“Maybe we debut her in a group or even solo,” Eunha sighed and held her temple. “Look, Sihyuk please just trust me on this. She’s so talented and she could sing, dance, and she’s made for the stage. Yeah she still has a long way to go, but she’s knows the basics. I’ll even be fully responsible for her.” Eunha was so desperate. “I know we’re tight on money and everything so I’ll pay for everything that involves her just,” Eunha pleaded. “Just please let me bring her to us.”

Bang PD knows Eunha never lies to him and he has never heard Eunha be this desperate to scout any trainee, ‘she must be great if Eunha willing to go this far for her’ he thought. “ I trust you Eunha.” Eunha almost wanted to jump and squeal out of happiness. “And I won’t let you pay for everything we’ll use the company funds.”

“You won’t regret this! Thank you so much~” Eunha smiled and held her phone with both hands. “You’re welcome Eunha-ah.” He hang up and Eunha was so happy she walked with a bounce in her steps. Eunha wanted to try and talk to Joohyung tomorrow since if was already nighttime and she felt like it wasn’t the right setting for a stranger to come at you at night desperately wanted you to come miles away from home to be apart of a company. Yeah, not a good way.

The next day Eunha came around the school and right away she saw Joohyung sitting on a bench in front of the school while reading a book with her wire earphones on. Eunha turned so her back was faced towards Joohyung, she was kinda panicking on what to say and how to say it where Joohyung could even consider agreeing and go ask her parents. As she thought a bit more and was about to turn around and walk up to Joohyung a little voice spoke up.

“Hey Joohyungie~” Eunha eyes widen and took a glance. It was the other student that was holding hands with Joohyung yesterday. She kissed Joohyung’s cheek and sat next to her. “She’s dating?” Eunha was amazed at what was happening in front of her. Eunha cleared her voice and decided that it was go time and to just do it before Joohyung leaves with her girlfriend.

“Hello~” Eunha spoke in a soft voice while giving the girls a little bow. “I’m Kim Eunha and I work at an entertainment company back in Seoul, and I saw the little festival your school had and you guys were really great.” She smile kindly at them. “Oh I’m Ha Yves and this is my girlfriend Bae Joohyung and thank you.” Eunha found it extremely cute that Yves wasn’t scare announcing that Joohyung was her girlfriend. “Congratulations on the relationship you two.” Eunha bent down to be eye level with them and gave the two a little clap making Yves laugh. Eunha realized that Joohyung was very quite and haven’t spoken a word. “She’s more on the quite side miss Eunha.” Yves hugged Joohyung’s arm. “I see, but that’s alright I wouldn’t blame her. You don’t really see people like me a lot here.” Eunha tried lightly up the situation. “While I’m here because I wanted to offer you my company’s business card because I wanted to see if you could come to Seoul and join our trainee program Joohyung-shi?” Eunha held out BigHits company card for trainees.

Joohyung took out one of her earphones and looked at the company card. Eunha saw that Joohyung was just looking at the card. “You obviously would have to ask your guardian before accepting so there isn’t a rush, but I do highly recommend you trying because I really saw potential yesterday and I hope you consider it.” Eunha had hopeful eyes.

“Um…I-I don’t really know.” Joohyung finally looked up at Eunha. “It’s ok, but please keep the card if you ever rethink of wanting join and make sure to call and ask for Kim Eunha.” Eunha sighed in defeat. Joohyung still didn’t take the card and Eunha saw that, but she also saw that it look like Joohyung was battling with her thoughts with her little furrowed eyebrows. “I’ll keep it safe miss Eunha!” Yves took the company card out of Eunha’s hands. “Ah, um thanks Yves-shi.” Eunha got up. “I hope to hear from you soon Joohyung-shi and thank you Yves-shi for keeping the card for her.” She gave the two young teens and little bowed and made her way back.

Just as she was walking away she heard Yves talk. “This could be a really big opportunity for you Joohyungie!” Eunha took out her phone and pretended like she was on a call with someone. “You saw me on stage Yves I couldn’t even look at the crowd plus I’m not even that good they’re just going to drop me after a week or two.” Joohyung shrugged looking back at her book. “With that attitude maybe that’s why you need to have more faith in yourself like I have faith in you.” Yves placed both her hands on Joohyung’s cheek so Joohyung can face her.

Eunha could literally cry at the sight of those two. It was like watching a kdrama scene come to life.

“You know I still have to ask my grandma and my parents right.” Joohyung spoke in a monotone tone. “Hey at least you’re thinking about it.” Yves smiled brightly at Joohyung’s now squished face that she was still holding. Eunha thanked the heavens for Yves.

Later that day Joohyung and Yves walked home together after getting some snacks and drinks from the convenience store that they always passed by while heading home. “Are you thinking about it?” Yves asked while tossing a piece of her choco chip in her mouth. “A little bit, but I don’t think I would even become a decent idol.” Joohyung felt instantly pain on the back of her head, Yves knocked on her head. “Stop thinking bad of yourself dummy!”

“My parents are also hard to get through you know.” Joohyung listed another thing that was holding her back. “Oh I know.” Yves rolled her eyes, as she took a sip of her sweet tea. As the girls made it to their neighborhood they stopped and faced each other. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow Joohyungie~” Yves quickly pecked Joohyung’s lips. “Oh and here.” Yves took out the company card and handed it to Joohyung. “Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Joohyung waved ‘bye’ and they both went separate ways into their neighborhood.

As Joohyung enter her grandma’s house she announced that she made it home and quickly said ‘hi’ to her grandma before heading to her room. Joohyung changed from her uniform to her pajamas and threw herself on her bed and stared at card and read everything that was on it. She doesn’t know how long she was looking at it until her grandma yelled for her to come out and eat dinner. “I’m coming!”

Joohyung walked into the dining area and saw her parents were already seated. “Hi mom and dad.” Joohyung went and kissed both their cheeks before taking her seat. The dinner started like usual little small talk here and there, her grandma was the only one keeping the conversation alive.

“Anything happened at school honey?” Joohyung’s grandma asked with a smile on her face. Joohyung looked at both her parents and back at grandma, “ah…yeah actually. You know how I performed yesterday for the festival-”

“You performed?” Her father a concerned face, it was a face basically saying ‘why would you do that?’. “I did and I-I enjoyed it.” Joohyung was getting nervous at this point. “Oh that’s great!” Grandma let out a little chuckled. “No it’s not mother.” Joohyung’s mom snapped. “You can’t keep focusing on something that’s not stable in the future Joohyung.” Her mom frowned. “So now just because you did a little performance and people clapped that you’re going to throw everything we gave you away just for a silly dream.” Joohyung’s dad said with frustration in his voice. Joohyung started to blink the tears that forming in her eyes, but it was getting to her so she quickly stuffed her mouth with some kimchi swallowed it and got up. “Thanks for the dinner grandma.” She stomped away to her room. Just as her dad pushed himself back to go scold her, “let her go.” Joohyung’s grandma placed her hand on top of his. “I’ll go talk to her.”

Grandma knew Joohyung needed some time to herself to just let it out so she kept herself busy was washing hers and Joohyung’s plates before making her way into Joohyung’s room. She knocked on her door, “it’s grandma.” Joohyung sniffled and wiped her tears. Joohyung kept her back facing grandma, but she could hear grandma’s foot steps get closer after she shut the door behind her. Grandma sat next to Joohyung and started combing through her hair, “you know I don’t think it’s a silly dream.”

“It is.” Joohyung hugged her Baymax plushie tighter. “No it isn’t dear. Your parents think they know what’s best for you because of their strict childhood, but they’re wrong Joohyung.” Grandma sighed and started rubbing Joohyung’s arm to comfort her. “I know you have a beautiful voice dear and I have faith in you. I always did and I always will.” Joohyung played with Baymax’s fingers while listening closely to her grandma. “Do you really?”

“Of course I do! Ever since you would give me and grandpa daily concerts whenever your parents dropped you off while they went to work. I always knew you that if you had a stage you would shine so bright that your fans all the way in back would see you shine.” Grandma wasn’t just saying that to make Joohyung feel better no. She believed in Joohyung. Joohyung slowly laid on her back so she can see her grandma, “thank you grandma.” They smiled at each other before her grandma pulled her into a strong embrace.

“Now did anything else happened at school?” Grandma asked, as they pulled away. “Actually,” Joohyung got up and went to get the company card Eunha left her. “There was this lady that came up to me and give me this.” She handed over the card to her grandma. “She came from Seoul and saw my performance and said I have potential and was wondering if I wanted to join their trainee program to become, an idol.” Her grandma looked at the card while hearing Joohyung explain everything.

“Go.” She looked up at Joohyung. “Huh?” Joohyung eyes widened. “Don’t hold back Joohyung.” Grandma shook her head. “Follow that beautiful dream of yours honey. Don’t let anyone hold you back not even your parents. Remember I’ll be always here for you, even when things get tough I’ll be here waiting to see my little Joohyung on stage.” Her grandma pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

Joohyung didn’t immediately call Eunha back she waited about a week before actually grabbing her phone and the company card, and started dialing the number. “Hello this is BigHit entertainment, how may I help you?” A polite voice answered. “Ah, um hi I’m Bae Joohyung and I’m calling to see if K-Kim Eunha is there?” Joohyung stuttered. “Oh, I can check for you but may I ask why?” The voice asked. “She um give me the company business card just in case I change my mind to join the trainee program.” Joohyung started bitting her nail out of nervousness.

“That’s quite usual because we don’t accept female trainees in our company, but I’ll still call her over for you.” Joohyung could hear the confusion in the poor person’s voice. “Thank you.” Joohyung quickly responded. It didn’t take long before a familiar voice was head through the phone line. “Oh my god! Joohyung you called I was kinda getting worried that you wouldn’t ever call—even though I would completely understand if you didn’t, but I’m way more happier that you did the opposite.” Joohyung chuckled at Eunha’s spontaneous way of speaking.

“Yeah, me too.” Joohyung agreed. “So does that mean you want to join and come to Seoul?” Eunha had her fingers crossed. “Yes I want to come join.” Eunha could literally scream of joy hearing Joohyung’s answer. “That’s great! I’ll come in a week and get you so you don’t have to travel alone since that could be really imitating for you, and of course to tell your guardian how this is all going to work.” Eunha explained. “Ok, thanks Eunha for considering me.” Joohyung said with a small smile on her face. “You have talent Joohyung I would hate to see it go to waste and for you not to reach your full potential.”

A week flew by and it was finally the day Joohyung leaves for Seoul to start a new chapter in her life. “Dear you have everything?” Her grandma called from the hallway. “Yeah grandma!” Joohyung took her suitcase and backpack to the living room. “Are you going to take him too?” Grandma pointed at the Baymax plushie that Joohyung had tucked under her arm. “Of course he’s my emotional support.”

Eunha waited outside for Joohyung and her grandma to go out and meet her, and so Eunha could explain everything that was going to happen from now until whatever the future holds for Joohyung. “Ok, well why don’t you say something before you go Joohyung. I’ll wait in the car.” Eunha patted her shoulder before going into her old car’s driver seat.

“They aren’t going to say ‘bye’ to me huh?” Joohyung kinda accepted the fact that they will and probably never will support her and her dreams in becoming an idol. “Who cares about them dear. They could be stubborn all they want, but they won’t ever crush you or your dreams ok.” Grandma encouraged Joohyung. “Ok grandma.” She laughed. “Now I want to go there and always give your 110% like I know you can, and when things get rough and you want to quit. Don’t give up my dear because you know you will succeed just always keep that drive in you.” She pointed at Joohyung’s heart. “I love you grandma.” Joohyung pulled her into a hug. “I love you too.”

They pulled away and Joohyung already started heading into the car until a loud voice caught her attention. “Hey did you forget about me dummy?!” Yves ran to Joohyung and almost tackled her down with her hug. “I just thought it wouldn’t hit as hard if I didn’t say bye.” Joohyung said, as she hugged Yves back. “It will always hit hard Joohyungie because you won’t be my girlfriend no more.” Joohyung instantly blushed, as the two adults watched them. “And don’t forget about me when you get famous and we can no longer hang out like we used too.” Yves playfully hit Joohyung’s arm. “We can always hang out Yves.” Yves shook her head ‘no’. “I’ll make your fans jealous Joohyungie.” She laughed making Joohyung smile.

“I want to thank you for everything Yves. Thank you for loving me as a friend and as a girlfriend.” Joohyung gave Yves a lopsided smile. “And for pushing me without you I wouldn’t have gotten this opportunity. So, I’ll make sure to add you onto my winning speeches.” Joohyung laughed. “See! That’s the spirit!” Yves laughed with Joohyung. “Thank you Yves.” Joohyung pulled Yves into their final hug together. “You’re holding me a little tighter than usual.” She giggled. “Cause I’m scared this might me that last time I’ll ever see you.” Joohyung let a tear fall. “Ya! Of course not Joohyungie.” Yves was trying to hide her sadness and tears away from Joohyung so it would be easier for Joohyung to let go of her. “We’ll see each other just this time you on stage and me being your biggest fan. I’ll buy all your merch and albums even the signed ones, knowing that I helped you with your signature so it’s pretty and unique.” Yves slowly pulled away from the hug.

“Now go before you leave a bad impression on first day for being late!” Yves joked, as she walked Joohyung to the passenger side and helped her in. “In all seriousness I’m happy you’re taking this opportunity and even if we don’t see each other that often no more. I’ll know you’re achieving your dreams and I promise you when I achieve my dream of becoming the best painter of all times with a hint of modeling on the side,” Yves gave a funny gesture making Joohyung laugh. “I’ll create this big portrait of you in my art gallery so the world could see how beautiful Bae Joohyung is in my eyes. I promise you.”

Joohyung stuck her head out the window, “and I promise you and grandma that I’ll be the greatest idol I can be and become worldwide name.” Yves wave her final ‘bye’ with Joohyung’s grandma as they watch the car getting smaller and smaller.

“You are just so cute even when you guys were technically breaking up, but in the kindest and warmest way ever.” Eunha placed her hand over her heart. “Ah, thanks I guess.”

“Oh I’m sorry, was that too soon for you?” Eunha took a quick glance over at Joohyung. “I mean…a little bit.” Joohyung nodded still kinda hurt about the whole thing. “My bad I just couldn’t help myself. I’ll stop.” Eunha didn’t want Joohyung to feel uncomfortable. “It’s ok. I’ll get used to it, since we’ll see each other much more now right.” Joohyung gave Eunha a genuine smile. “Yes we will actually.”

“Good because I won’t make you regret this Eunha-shi.”

[risualto]

I was tagged by @orime-stories to make some OC kisses in this picrew! Thank you.

Names and lil stories under the cut.

I'll tag (sorry if you've been tagged already; I'm not sure who's done this yet) @captainofthefallen @rannadylin @ariela-of-aedyr @hopelesshaunts @queen-scribbles @gwiriwyll @haledamage @marumigamer @quaxorascal and @bragganhyl! Tbh if you see this and you want to make some kisses, please make them and tag me so I see them, though.

Top left, we have my now-retired D&D baby, Montgomery von Calliston Radcliffe, kissing his lovely wife, Lorelei Valier. This is probably a relaxed kiss in the kitchen of their party's keep, early enough in the morning that no one is awake to start shenanigans (and before their accidentally acquired child wakes up and accidentally has a wild magic surge).

Top right is a currently-active D&D baby, Odelle, kissing her half-orc bestie, Pashka. They're not dating, but they've slept together in the past and have a very physical friendship. There's no feelings or obligations between them except to stay safe. This was a goodbye kiss the last time Odelle left the monastery. She's promising to come back.

Middle left is a @speakergame kiss featuring my Speaker, Yoshiko Nakamura, and the dryad-next-door, Azalea Mirin. Probably takes place a while in the future after Yoshiko has accepted her lesbian heart and gotten around to asking Azalea out (or accepting being asked out by Az, not sure which yet).

Middle right is my Everything Bad!Watcher, Lila, kissing Xoti <3 murder girlfriends go brrrrrr. Probably takes place after killing some cultists, but honestly might also be the blood of the town guards...depends on the day, I guess. They love each other, but not the idea that there are solutions other than violence. Featuring a little Gaun-like glow in the background.

Bottom left and right are both my primary WoL, Rihnkiki "Inky" Rihnki, kissing her boyfriends. Urianger's kiss was a surprise because he wasn't expecting to turn around and see Inky on the table before they left to meet up with Thancred; Thancred's is a lazy goodnight kiss while they're waiting for Urianger to finish reading a chapter of his book. I couldn't get green hair in this dollmaker (and idk how to photo edit), so these are from an AU where Inky's hair turned white post-ShB, I guess. Just consider Urianger's kiss mirrored, because otherwise you should be able to see their archon tattoo and Inky's scar.

[reasoningdaily]

Rapper Tory Lanez was sentenced Tuesday to 10 years in prison for shooting Megan Thee Stallion in the feet and injuring her three years ago.

Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge David Herriford’s decision followed an unusually long hearing that stretched into a second day and included seven people answering questions from Lanez’s attorneys, mostly about his childhood and charitable work as well as his struggle with the death of his mother when he was 11. A jail chaplain said Lanez hosts a daily moment of prayer on his jail floor that has lessened tensions and sets him far apart from the 15,000 other inmates he’s met over the years.

Lanez spoke for several minutes, asking Herriford to not send him to prison. He called Megan “someone I still care for dearly to this day” regardless of what she may think of him. He said “the victim’s my friend.” He talked about bonding with her over the loss of their mothers.

“We both lost our mothers. We would sit there and drink, and drink until we got numb,” he said.

Lanez’s lawyers also submitted 76 character reference letters from friends, family and other supporters. The writers include singer Iggy Azalea, a police chief and a state representative from Missouri, and a doctor who treated Lanez for hair loss.

In a written statement read aloud in court, Megan said she struggled with whether to attend in person, and her absence should not be seen as anything other than her preserving her mental well being. She said since Tory Lanez her, “I’ve not experienced a single day of peace,” Deputy District Attorney Kathy Ta read aloud.

Megan said mercy is for people who show remorse, and Lanez has shown none. She thanked the Los Angeles County District Attorney's Office for their support and said she wants Lanez’s sentence to be a message for every woman who’s a victim of violence.

“He not only shot me, he made a mockery of my trauma. He tried to position himself as a victim and set out to destroy my character and my soul,” Megan said.

“He lied to anyone that would listen and paid bloggers to disseminate false information about the case on social media. He released music videos and songs to damage my character and continue his crusade,” she continued. “At first, he tried to deny the shooting ever happened. Then, he attempted to place the blame on my former best friend. In his tantrum of lies, he’s blamed the system, blamed the press and, as of late, he’s using his childhood trauma to shield himself and avoid culpability.”

She that Lanez “must be forced to face the full consequences of his heinous actions and face justice.”

Lanez continues to maintain his innocence. His lawyers argued he has an alcohol-use disorder because of post-traumatic stress disorder and an anxiety disorder, and they asked he be released from jail on probation and to a residential substance abuse program.

Herriford questioned where the nexus is between the crime and Lanez’s alcohol-use disorder if he’s still denying shooting Megan. “Your client at no time indicates he actually shot the victim,” Herriford said told Lanez’s lead lawyer, Jose Baez.

“What is he alleging he did as a result of alcohol-use disorder if he didn’t do anything?” Herriford asked. “What did the doctor conclude he did as a result of alcohol use? It’s very unclear.”

Baez said “yelling” and the “argument that went back and forth in the car.”

Baez said “there were lots of decisions that transpired” to escalate the situation.

“It wasn’t a pretty situation. It wasn’t that young man's finest moment,” Baez said of Lanez.

Herriford’s unusual decision to allow questions meant it took three hours to get through the people who spoke on Monday. He also allowed Lanez’s lawyers to re-open their questioning of two speakers on Tuesday.

The speakers included a jail chaplain who said Lanez has helped bring peace to his restricted cell floor through a daily prayer call that brings everyone together at 9 p.m. and a mental health specialist who said Lanez has post-traumatic stress order and an anxiety order that underlays his alcohol-use order.

Deputy District Attorney Alex Bott said Lanez was almost 29 when he shot Megan, and he had no prior reports of alcohol problems. Video of his arrest shows him walking without stumbling, Bott said, and his attempts to bribe Kelsey Harris and Megan show someone in control of his actions. He said the shooting “was an act of misogyny towards Megan.”

Bott said Lanez will “say whatever it takes to avoid accountability" and "is talking out of both sides of his mouth" by claiming alcoholism and a mental disorder but also saying he's a role model for his son.

Stephanie Herring, program director of Home Sentencing, said Lanez is a great candidate for her program, and she’s available to pick him up from jail and take him there immediately. She said she believes anyone with a substance abuse disorder must first have a mental health disorder, and Lanez qualifies. 

The sentencing ends a three-year-old case that sparked contentious debate online, propelled by what prosecutors described as a “campaign of misinformation” waged by Lanez against Megan. 

Lanez was arrested on a gun charge shortly after the July 12, 2020, shooting in Los Angeles’ Hollywood Hills. He and Megan were leaving reality star Kylie Jenner’s home with Megan’s friend Kelsey Nicole Harris when an argument broke out and Megan exited the Escalade on Nichols Canyon Road barefoot and in her bikini. She testified in trial that she heard Lanez say “Dance, bitch!” before he opened fire. 

Megan initially denied being shot, instead telling police she’d stepped on glass, despite needing surgery to remove bullet fragments in her feet. She told investigators four days later that Lanez had shot her. He was charged in August 2020 and remained free on bail until September 2022, when he was placed on house arrest after allegedly assaulting singer August Alsina in Chicago. He was jailed after the jury convicted him Dec. 23 of first-degree assault with a firearm, negligent discharge of a firearm and possession of a concealed and unregistered firearm in a vehicle.

Judge Herriford rejected his motion for new trial in May, and the state appellate court then rejected an unusual request to remove the judge from the case or order him to grant a new trial. 

Megan, meanwhile, became more publicly active, throwing out the first pitch at the Houston Rockets home opener, posting more on social media and headlining concerts such as the L.A. Pride Festival in June and the Essence Festival in New Orleans in July. She opened up about the shooting in an Elle cover story in April, saying, “For years, my attacker tried to leverage social media to take away my power.”

“Imagine how it feels to be called a liar every day? Especially from a person who was once part of your inner circle,” Megan said.

[language-kitty]

Conlang Year Week 1

This year I have decided to make a conlang following along with Jessie Peterson’s conlang year. Starting with this post, I’ll be documenting my progress with weekly posts on what Ive done each week.

Day 1

My goal for this project is to build my conlanging skills while making a language Im proud of. Im also trying to be better at sticking to projects

Day 2

As mentioned above, Im making weekly posts about my progress.

Day 3

The speakers of this conlang are a group of anthropomorphic bee-like creatures.

They live in a forested region that is part of a larger world Ive been making for a story.

The speakers are very peaceful and take care of the forest and the other creatures living there. They make a lot of honey and dyes. Like most of the creatures in this world, they are capable of using magic.

Day 4

Their design mostly draws from various anthro bee designs Ive seen online with some more bee like features. Although not entirely realistic I think theyre cute and that’s more important to me.

The speakers are capable of flight. They are around 1-1.5 feet tall. The amount of fluff and stripe patterns both vary between individuals. Many speakers dye the lighter parts of their body, which are usually yellow.

Day 5

The speakers live in a hilly deciduous forest at the base of a volcanic mountain range (most of the volcanoes are inactive). The forest has many lakes, rivers, waterfalls, and springs. Most of the speakers live around the two large lakes.

Day 6

The forest is a temperate deciduous forest with a monthly average temperature ranging from 2-18 degrees Celsius. All 4 seasons are experienced in the forest

Day 7

The forest is mostly made of trees like maples, oaks, lindens, beeches, black cherries, and poplars. There are also blueberries, violets, lilacs, mountain laurels, azaleas, lavenders, hibiscuses, and bee balms. (I spent so long looking up all these plants…)

And thats all for now! Really excited to continue this. See y’all next week!

[gthiah-if]

Who do you think your ROs would get along with from other IFs? Thanks!!

This is hard because I feel like I haven't played enough ifs to answer properly aaaa Thanks for the ask nonny <3

Moonlander : Glitch from Mind Blind. Nerding out about your special interests is something they both value and could talk about for hours. The stories aren't in the same era but even then, they're both into tech so I think they'd understand each other. Also, Glitch's friendly attitude would make Moonlander more at ease and let out their teasing, mischievous side. Also Charlie from Body Count. Again, Moonlander's interests are super important to them and I could definitely see the two getting into very specific arguments about sci-fi movies and make fun of each other's opinions.

Ace : Nikolas / Noele / Nolan from When Twilight Strikes. I think they both tend to be underestimated and yet they're both so amazing and have so much kindness and consideration to offer. They'd both be really good at making sure the other's included and appreciated since they're both good at noticing the stuff they do for others that people take for granted. Also, Alex from Mirror Mine, I don't know that much about them yet but from I saw in the last chapter, I feel like they'd make good friends, as they're a little similar in personality but Alex is more confident, I think it'd help Ace with their own self-esteem.

Gumdrop : Elora from Crown of Exile. I feel like they'd get along so well and be on the same wavelength a lot of the time. They'd get things done but also feel comfortable letting their hair down and just have fun together since they both have to put on a front and act more serious and put together than they'd like to sometimes. Also, Natasha from OFNA. I mean come onnn. They'd be such a power duo, always putting people in their place but understanding each other's difficulty with being honest with their emotions and stuff. Especially when they both have to "look like the bad guy" when they're both doing what needs to be done to keep themselves and others safe, even if it makes them misunderstood.

Iris : omg Azalea from Speaker. I think they could have such a sweet friendship where they're always mindful and considerate of each other's boundaries and the way they appreciate their alone time and being around nature. It'd be a comfortable kind of friendship where you can both help each other be more confident and where being with someone similar to you makes you more brave. Mestrn / Mestra from Softly, Opulent. They seem like they have a caring protective side that would put Iris at ease. They tend to worry a lot and are pretty nervous about new things, people or situations and having someone so reliable would help them come out of their shell.

Killjoy : this one's easy, Simon / Simone from OFNA (which is an if I think about everyday). They'd be two little chaos goblins who both don't like being told what to do and hate the institutions and cults and such; I think they'd have fun but would be a menace to everyone else. Nikke from The Exile. Again, a nightmare for everyone else but they would definitely have fun stealing stuff, breaking things and instigating fights.

[tinyletterz]

i just got through all of speaker and RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS SO GOOD!!!!! azalea is literally teh SWEETEST and i love how caring sebastian is :((((( ASGHFDHGAS RORY IS LITERALLY A HUGE PUPPY AND IM SO INTRIGUED BY KANA?!?!?!?!? also li needs to rest so bad omg. sleep pls. I NAMED MY PUPPY CALCIFER AND I WOULD DIE FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!

AHAHA SPEAKER IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!! KANA IS SO INTERESTING BUT WE KNOW ALMOST NOTHING ABOUT THEM i also loveee the twin sister she actually acts like a sister and the relationship she has with the mc is jsut sossijfddshbgshdfgjbjbh AZALEA IS AMAZING SEBASTAIN IS AMAZING RORY AS A PUPPY I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN WE COULD PET THEM and i do agree li needs some sleep stop drinking the coffee. i named my dog fluffy b/c its such an unserious name for something thats supposed to be threatening BUT HES SO CUTE

[gay-salt-amber]

So I know in my last ask that I'll send a Genshin next but I wanted to show this

I lowkey would love to see headcanons of a scenario of Idia being bullied in school about a student from either NRC or RSA trying to flirt with him and calls him mean things after he rejected them first and talk shit about his livestreams and "being a tease" and Ortho just-does this with help whoever you say-

And also

Also headcanons of Venti singing this during a concert in 4-5NEMO au?

ooo

venti knew this was gonna be their staple song from the minute he wrote it

ortho came up with the idea and idia didnt even know about it until ortho actually did it

venti wears a really sexy outfit for that song and for the first few times he performed it, the rest of the band had nose bleeds

ortho was able to play this song over both schools speakers so both rsa/nrc heard it