#fawn's dumb doodles

[weredice]

i don't even go here anymore but i need to steal this little guy .

#fawn's dumb doodles #shadow milk cookie #cookie run kingdom #digital artist #digital art #art

[sovietxartz]

What should I draw?

#doodlysketch #dumb doodles #artists on tumblr #fawn's dumb doodles #john doe fanart #cosplay #drawing #goth #wally darling #oc

[nostomannia]

Send me✏️ for my muse to draw your muse. || @hriobzagelthewanderer

✏️[choose which verse but either way it'd be fun!]

Why not both

#Fawn Art #hriobzagelthewanderer #sol definitely keeps a record of dumb moments in doodles #Where Every Paradox Means Wonder || Fae Court Verse #Marionette; Are your strings tied tight for proper movement? || Fantasy Traveler verse

[crushedsweets]

i am so so sorry for the sheer amount of headcanons i'm making you crank out, HOWEVER... i am so curious as to if you have any headcanons for nina and natalie as a duo. i love the way you perceive them and write them it genuinely makes me so happy

i had to doodle them . ok. lets go..

nat was one of the first people nina met from jeff, since she and jeff lived in the barn together.

nina thought nat was a lesbian when they first met . that is literally the only reason why she wasnt mad jeff was living with a woman.

although nina was like, one of the ONLY people to notice toby/nat tension and was sooo heartbroken when she realized they were never getting together..... but then was relieved they didnt get together when she got over jeff because 'well i can't be the only single one!'

again, natalie grew up with 0 girl friends, only hung out with her brother and boys. even after meeting the creeps, theyre still mostly guys. so she's just kinda really awkward and weird around girls. not in a like, 'oh girls r so annoying' way but like... she just doesnt know how to fit in. she just feels so different in the worst possible way and always has.

and nina is very girly, outgoing, touchy, friendly, cute, etc. so it was very like UMMM?!? idk. natalie kept snapping at her, assuming she was fake and weird and just trying to get something from nat, but nina was so persistent and just. friendly. it started making natalie feel warm.

nina's presence started to heal natalies inner little girl. she had it stolen from her time and time again, from her dad, her brother, her peers - the operator, too.

so the two are eventually actual friends. they'll text and play mobile phone games together. sometimes they'll just sit on call and nina will be talking her head off while nat does her own thing at home. one time nat was at tobys cabin and nina was talking about toby on speaker and toby walked in and was like 'hey nina' .... nina almost threw up she was so embarrassed.

nina loves visiting nats bar because everyone is always talking to nina and giving her attention and buying her drinks, and at first nat was irritated but it kinda got nat some better tips since the customers started realizing ninas her friend. so nat was pleased. LOL

nat was never the type to go shopping, but she'll follow nina around and sit while nina tries on clothes and carry around all her bags that she buys LOL... ninas made jokes about nat being boyfriend material and nat just flatout says smth about how nina should get over jeff cuz he would never.

nat is friends with jeff but she's oddly comfortable just telling nina that he's a piece of shit. and ninas always like NOOO U DONT GET IT U DONT SEE WHAT I DO and nats always just .. not... impressed..

nina's always inviting nat out to try new foods. nat grew up just eating bread and noodles with butter half the time so it's fun. nina always tries to pay bc 'well i invited you!!!'. sometimes toby tags along but he feels a way abt going in public places..

nina rarely visits jack cuz she has no reason to, but nat is friends with him so sometimes nina pops in and she's always like ^_^ HELLO TALL MYSTERIOUS SLIGHTLY MONSTEROUS MAN... <3... nat smacks the back of her head cuz she's being dumb and drooling over a bunch of rando freaks. ... . ok i love nina and she owes jeff nothing but she is def not loyal LOLLLL AND SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO FAWN OVER EVERYONE she's a fangirl at heart.

they watch a ton of shows together. nina got nat into horror kdrama stuff, but they have to watch in dub cuz nat cant read the subtitles fast enough . . . at first nina cringed but now she doesnt care.

nat's painted/drawn nina several times, and nina almost cries everytime. she's put the drawings up on her wall before but anytime nat's at her apartment, she takes it down bc 'i dont want my art on ur wall stop it' LOL... kinda rude but whatevs.

ugh theyre just so fucking cute guys im sorry i love them . holds them. brushes their hair.

#asks #creeped #natalie ouellette #clockwork creepypasta #creepypasta clockwork #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #nina the killer #nina hopkins #nina the killer headcanons #clockwork headcanons #sweetart #creepypasta art #creepypasta fanart

[catt-nuevenor]

First off I was literally obsessed with your demo. It was actually the very first thing I ever read on dashington and I was basically inlove with all of the ROs.

That being said. As for the changes I've read through all the comments, asks and replies. And it's... different. Not necessarily bad just new I guess? Because it changes alot of the wonder I had experienced playing the demo. So it just feels weird I suppose?

No saying I won't read it, come on I love your writing. I practically word vomited my praises on tumblr as soon as I finished reading it the first time. And I get you said the old demo would still stay on but there's like.. no point if it's not gonna continue..? If that makes sense it's just then kind of incomplete?

I also for the most illogical reasons feel the same way as others when it comes to ROs being in relationships outside of MC. Like if they were already in a pre-existing relationship sure I get it! There are many stories like that if you don't choose to romance a character in the beginning they get back with an ex they broke up with or they are with someone else where you choose a route in like the very beginning. But again hear me out I'm completely stupid for this!!! But whenever I play a game where an RO then gets like with one of MCs friends on a different route it just fucks with my head for that LI. Like I then just see them with that other person. And have a fuck you attitude to that character aswell EVEN on a different route lmao it makes no sense! It's not logical! And it's dumb! But that's why I play fictional stories okay! So I don't hve to deal with shit like that. Don't judge me 😅🤣

Kay long tangent aside.. I guess what I'm saying is the new changes kinda scare me. But I'm keeping an open mind. I'd honestly read whatever you post because of how talented you are and yeah.. some of the ROs are probably gonna get a fuck you out of me for being in a different relationship and I'll probably not do that route because of how stupid my head is. So jesus I hope it isn't my fav LI 😭 but I'll still support you and I do wish you the best in the writing. I do love the story and I do like the addition of I guess more characters. Just the RO thing fucks with my head alil. I'm sorry if that's weird to some people.

I'm not making any sense just gonna go now... 🙈

Dear heck, I think this is the longest ask I've ever received. I didn't even know asks could be this long...

The changes will take a while for everyone to get used to, I think. But at least we'll all be in the same boat?

I do get the unsettling nature of seeing LIs romancing other characters while you're on alternate routes. The first one that springs to mind for me is Josephine in Dragon Age Inquisition. Seeing her fawn over Blackwall was weird. But, it made me realise how attached I was to her romance and hers alone, so it worked out in the long run.

Myrk Mire still isn't back on my working schedule yet, I'll let you all know when it is, and I'll try to keep you updated with WIP screenshots or planning doodles. Perhaps then I'll also give a bit more information on the dynamics of the LIs and the variables driving who makes eyes and who.

#myrkmire #asks

[thundersyst3m]

⚡ WELCOME TO MY DUMBASSERY! ⚡

I'm Mallow (also known as the host, Nimbus!)

We are a diagnosed DID system of over 80+ members!

This blog is for reblogs, shitpost, dumb thoughts, aesthetics, doodle dump and questions!

Wanna know what I like + other social media? Check here!

Wanna know more about the system and our proxies/sign-offs? Check here!

My art page is @cinnamallow

My qsmp page is @qthundercubitos

My littles page is @thundersystemlittles

My hornyposting page is @thunderhornyposting (+18 ONLY)

My writing blog is @thund3rwords

My paranoia blog is @magicalgirlbreakroom

Chilchuck dedicated blog @chilchucklover2003 (+18 ONLY)

North's winter posting blog together with an alter from another system is @frozenheartache

Alter blogs:

North - @winterangelthoughts

Gabe - @blood-soaked-peppermint

TAGS

#thunder diary - daily notes about our day :)

#therapy stories - funny or impactful things from therapy

To see posts from certain alters, just put [alter name].pdf

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ALTERS

These are the alters that mostly use this tumblr:

Nimbus ✨ - Body age - All pronouns/zap/cloud

Nimbuschu ⚡ - Body age - He/She/They/Zap

Blade 🍒 - 24 - He/They/Hound

Alice 🌸 - 28 - She/They/Flower

Cupid 🌺 - Ageless (adult) - She/They/Love

Hastur 🍚 - 3000+ (adult) - Any Pronouns

Moss 📗 - 20's - He/Him

North ❄️🩸 - 20's - He/it/snow/ice

Fawn 🦌🩸 - 20's - He/They/Deer

Sabrina 🐰🩸 - 19 - She/They/It/Bun

Heartache 🩸 - 20's - He/They/It/Blood

Ignis 🧨🩸 - 30's - He/It/Fire

Astro ☄️ - 17 - She/They

Aurora 🕯️ - Ageless (adult) - She/They/Star

MK 🍜 - 18 - He/Him/Chaos

Sol ☀️ - 1000+ (Mentally on his 30's) - He/Sun

Norton 🧲 - 35 - He/They/She

Pinkie Pie 🍰 - idk age (adult) - She/They/Cake

Fluttershy 🍂 - idk age (adult) - She/Her/Flutter

Purple 😈 - 16 - He/It

Grace 🐟 - 25 - She/They/Pearl

Cellbit 📷 - 30's - He/him

More might be added

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SOME INFO ABOUT US!

We are Brazilian! So sometimes portuguese posts might happen!

We are having a race crisis, we don't know if we white or mixed/pardo, hard at the moment

We are socially anxious and overall introverts that hate DMs

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BYF

Please use tone tags, we are autistic and this helps a lot!

We can answer some system questions, but not all, we not a professional!

This acc is sfw! But I am keeping it 18+ for my own comfort (plus i do touch on some mature subjects sometimes)

I am pro-kink (no I don't defend abusers, fuck off), don't care for contradicting LGBT labels and am overall a sarcastic person when it comes to venting about people who hurt me, if that bothers you, don't follow me

Don't send vent or hate asks, we will ignore you.

I try my best to use trigger warnings constantly, please tell me if i don't

If i follow anyone who did anything illegal, please DM me about it

I won't judge you based on the fandom you are as long as you consume content in a critical way (aka recognise the problematic aspects of the media you consume)

We are very mentally ill (DID, C-PTSD, anxiety, autism, etc etc...)

I block freely, especially content i find repetitive/boring/not interesting for me personally so, if i have you blocked, don't take it personally

My stance on endos: Neutral, as long as you're polite and nice, idc, dont bring syscourse in my inbox and we good

We interact with both anti-endo and pro-endo, we will only DNI If you have "endo neutral" on your DNI

You are free to reblog the silly stuff If you're a minor but i prefer If you don't directly interact with me, i prefer to form friendships with people my age!

I hate racists, homophobes, ableists and all that jazz i hate y'all and will block y'all

If you came from szoller/ih8szllr/murysy blacklist/posts feel free to ask questions about It on DMs, this person abused me for a long time and i'm tired of referring to them publicly

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USERBOXES

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Project Know-It-All tracking

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Enjoy your stay! <3

#introductory post #introduction #alter intro

[renaissance-sys]

⁉️ WELCOME TO RENAISSANCE… 💢

THIS BLOG IS FOR; REPOSTS, SHITPOSTS, DUMB THOUGHTS, ART, AESTHETICS, DOODLES, SYSTEM-RELATED CONTENT AND OVERALL A SAFEPLACE FOR ME AND MY SYSTEM…

📖 DIRECTORY… 📿

MAIN PAGE; @n3k0baph0m3t

ART BLOG; @n3k0dere

VENT BLOG; @hyp0th3rmia

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▫️ TOYHOUSE; N3K0BAPH0M3T

▫️ SONA BLUESKY; N3K0BAPH0M3T

▫️ SYSTEM BLUESKY; RENAISSANCESYSTEM

▫️ SYSTEM TWITTER; N3K0DERE

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#renaissancesysreblog ; reblogs/reposts that our system and system mates related to...

#renaissancesysasks ; asks from tumblr that myself or our system mates would like to answer...

#renaissancedoodles ; doodles that we as a system draw...

#renaissancestim ; reblogs/reposts of certain stimming content...

🏰

📖 SYSTEM ORIENTATION… 📿

nebularomantic ~ loveromantic ~ aroacevauge ~ omnisexual ~ polyamorous ~ agender…

🦇

📖 CURRENT HEADSPACE… 📿

COMMON FRONT;…

▫️ host; vincenzo ~ ae/xe/angelvamp/horrorbeing…

▫️ introject; horror ~ they/ner/horrorbeing/skull

🍷

📖 MAIN SOCIAL(S) HEADMATES… 📿

SYSTEM PROXIES;…

▫️ HOSTS…

🔒 || vincenzo ~ ae/xe/angelvamp/horrorbeing

🌨️🪽 || nephalem ~ xe/ae/they/angel

🐶 || void ~ xe/they/mutt/fawn

🐏💕 || baphomet ~ ae/gloomy/horrorbeing/sin

🌹 || lyuner ~ xe/ae/ner/rose

🧸🩸 || GLOOMY ~ they/xe/gore/gloomy

▫️ COHOSTS…

😈🍎 || charlie ~ she/xem/demon/aura

🧽 || spongebob ~ he/him/sponge/sparkle

👿 || vinnie ~ he/they/blood/king

▫️ OTHER MEMBERS…

☎️ || zacheriah ~ xe/him/infected/zombie

🌌 || nynx ~ xe/zem/aura/solar

🧛🏽 || xis ~ xe/vamp/rot/cannibal

🧿 || hades ~ he/deity/lord/starling

🪨 || R0CK ~ they/he/pebble/stone

🦇 || horror ~ they/ner/horrorbeing/skull

🪽🌹 || seraph ~ he/angel/rose/snow

🌸🦇 || kit ~ xe/kitt/meow/ner

🌺 || poppy ~ she/xer/doll/poppy

🐁 || fawn ~ they/them/fawn/lavender

🔴🟡 || kyle ~ he/xem/ae/magic

🦑 || squidward ~ he/they/squi/squid

🫖 || alice ~ she/her

🦊|| jasper ~ any/mirror pronouns

…etc.

🔺 list will change occasionally to fit our comfortability… 🔻

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📖 ADDITIONAL INFORMATION… 📿

▫️ we are afro-puertorican!!

▫️ we are extremely socially anxious and overall extremely introverted — this does not mean we are not down to be friends, we are just scared of people!!

▫️ most of us, primarily the host, has a typing quirk (,,) — if it gets hard to read, please let us know!!

▫️ we suffer from fnd (functional neurological disorder) meaning that there will be times where we won’t be as active, please respect that and our boundaries as overstepping boundaries can cause the body to fall into a medical emergency!!

📖 BEFORE YOU FOLLOW… 📿

▫️ please use tonetags with us as we are autistic and do not understand tone and this helps us a lot!!

▫️ this account is sfw but will be 16+!!

▫️ we really love the horror genre and anything horror-related, expect a lot of horror-related reblogs!!

▫️ do not send us hate/vent asks unprovoked, we will ignore it!!

▫️ we block freely — if you are blocked, please do not try and block evade as it’s a genuine trigger for us!!

▫️ we are very mentally ill and on the process of getting treatment… (DID/OSDD, autism, fnd, manic depression, severe anxiety...etc.)

📖 DO NOT INTERACT… 📿

▫️ basic DNI criteria (ableist, racist, lgbtq+phobic…etc. or anyone that fits in this criteria…)

▫️ pedophiles/zoophiles/NOMAP..etc. (or anyone that fits in this criteria…)

▫️ proshipper/antishipper discourse (this is a safeplace for me and my system… we do not want negativity or discourse to ruin or day or health.)

▫️ lolicon/shotacon/cub…etc. (or anyone that fits in this criteria…)

▫️ anti-xenogenders

▫️ transmeds

▫️ did discourse (this is a safeplace for me and my system… we do not want negativity or discourse to ruin our day or health.)

▫️ lgbtq+ discourse (this is a safeplace for me and my system… we do not want negativity or discourse to ruin our day or health.)

▫️ SHtumblr / EDtumblr (this is a safeplace for me and my system… we do not want negativity or discourse to ruin our day or health.)

▫️ toxic people from our past (this is a safeplace for me and my system… we do not want negativity or discourse to ruin our day or health.)

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FANDOMS;…

▫️ hannibal (nbc)

▫️ jujutsu kaisen (jjk)

▫️ sonic

▫️ tf2

▫️ gloomybear

▫️ lucifer (fox)

▫️ american horror story (fx)

▫️ creepypasta

▫️ sanrio

▫️ resident evil

▫️ silent hill

▫️ invader zim

▫️ spongebob

▫️ nicktoons unite

▫️ poppy playtime

AESTHETICS;…

▫️ angelcore / demoncore

▫️ dethereal

▫️ subliminalcore

▫️ softcore

▫️ cutecore / kawaiicore

▫️ medicalcore / yamikawaii

▫️ gothic

▫️ horror academia

▫️ cherubcore

▫️ fallen angelcore

▫️ vampirecore

▫️ cleancore

▫️sleepcore / slumbercore

CURRENT KINS;…

▫️ will graham (hannibal)

▫️ amanda young (saw)

▫️ medic (tf2)

▫️ shadow the hedgehog (sonic)

▫️ megumi fushiguro (jjk)

▫️ suguru geto (jjk)

▫️ dib membrane (invader zim)

▫️ catnap (poppy playtime)

🥀

ENJOY YOUR STAY IN RENAISSANCE…

#introductory post #introduction #alter intro

[kiame-sama]

Master List 2

Blue Exorcist:

Mephisto:

Yandere Mephisto x defiant female

Yandere Mephisto x Human reader

Yandere Mephisto x Self Depreciating Reader

Player- Yandere Mephisto x Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Clingy Cuddles

Yandere Mephisto x Lechuza Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Quarantine fic/headcannons

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Jealousy Headcannons

Yandere Mephisto x Dark Fairy Reader- Headcannons

Yandere Mephisto x Vampire Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Missed Phone-calls

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Joking With Mephisto About Breaking Up

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Mephisto Acting Hurt/Sick

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Someone Flirts w/ Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Reader Period

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Mephisto and Reader Argue

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Personalized Playboy

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Mephisto Kidnapping Reader

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Sweet NSFW

Yandere Mephisto x Reader- Stalking Reader

Yandere!Stalker!Mephisto x Reader

Yandere!Mephisto x Pregnant!Reader

Amaimon:

Yandere! Amaimon x Reader NSFW

Yandere Amaimon x human reader

Soft Amaimon x Reader

Yu-Gi-Oh!:

Atem:

Servant’s Loyalty- Atem x Male! Reader X Akefia Lemon NSFW

SNK/Attack on Titan:

Mikasa:

The Wall - Futa! Mikasa x Short! Male! Reader Forced! NSFW

Helsing:

Random Headcannons

Alucard:

Yandere!Alucard x Succubus!Reader Lemon

Yandere!Alucard x Reader NSFW Hc

The Dark Pictures:

Curator:

Rewriting The Story- Yandere!Curator x Reader

Other Tumblr users/OCs:

@yandereaffections

Agapito Adolfo x Reader

Yandere! Agapito x Reader

Yandere! Javier x Reader

My Yandere OCs:

All:

The Boys- Initial Concepts

The Boys- Darling Preference?

Carlos and Jackson- Jealous Hc

The Boys- General Treatment Hc

The Boys- Supernatural Creatures Hc

Carlos and Jackson- Kinks? NSFW

The Boys- Darling Has Conditions Hc 

Evan and Jackson- Lolita Fashion Darling

Jackson and Evan- Kinks? NSFW

The Boys- Propose?

The Boys- Pregnant Darling?

The Boys- Being Flirted With While With Darling

The Boys- Darling Tries to Cook

The Boys- Kinks? NSFW

The Boys- TicTok

The Boys- Revealing Swimsuit

The Boys- Athletic Darling

The Boys- Playing With Their Hair

The Boys- First Time NSFW

The Boys- Makeup?

The Boys- Caught Jerking-off NSFW

Evan and Jackson- Darling Reading Erotica NSFW

The Boys- Fluff

Evan and Carlos- Jealous

The Boys- Ideal Date

The Boys- Being Walked In On

Introducing The Ladies!

Everyone- Darling Being Flirted With

Everyone- How They Met Darling

Walter:

N/A

Evan:

Evan x Reader- Kinks Hc NSFW

Evan x Reader- Shy Male Darling Hc

Evan x Chubby!Reader Hc

Evan x Reader- Other Mafia Takes Interest

Evan x Reader- Feeder Kinks NSFW

Evan x Reader- Darling Trying to Lose Weight

Evan x Reader- Phone?

Evan x Reader- Remove Collar

D, I, R- Even x Reader

Why Sparkle?

F, G, J, M- Evan x Reader

D, G, H, L- Evan x Reader

Evan x Reader- Fluff

Carlos:

Carlos- Darling Hiding Hc

Carlos- Kinks? NSFW

A, J, K, Q- Carlos x Reader

A, E, F, L, O- Carlos x Reader

Jackson:

A, E, J, L- Jackson x Reader

A, G, I- Jackson x Reader

Jackson x Reader- Stressed Darling

Jackson x Fem!Dom!Reader

Amira:

N/a

Kaya:

n/a

Hada:

n/a

Julie:

n/a

My Preferences/About Me/Favorite Yanderes:

A few Fav Yanderes for Yandere Alphabet A/I/K/L/P

Makeup?

2 Brain Cells

Parental Yanderes

Do I like Older Men?

How Much Do I Sleep?

What Is My Narcolepsy Like?

Pajamas?

Longest Sleep?

Fav Food/Drink

Me and My Bestie

My Dumb Doodles:

I found my bandana!

On my way to write more fics, y'all

Fanfic Feels

Don’t Wake Sleeping Gods

New Dumpster

Mephistopheles Tail

Cake

My Dumpster

Toothless

Gravity Falls

Rough Monster Trio

My Cats as Simon’s Cat Art-Style

My DBZ OC

My KNY OC

Fluffy Dragon

Lia is Stuck

Drider Chrollo

Naga Illumi

My Adult-Trio OC

Pride Fawns

Quaints Mushroom Forest

Monster!Yandere!Adult-trio x Bunny-girl!Reader (Rough)

Myself and Silva

Glass and Stone

Monster!Yandere!Adult-trio x Bunny-girl!Reader (mildly better)

#Kiame-sama #masterlist part 2

[heresyourramen]

Firebird - Choi Yeonjun x (Fem) Reader

Part of the Hamratia Collaboration by @delicatewerewolfsoul and @sleepylixie.

The artist is Choi Yeonjun, Greek god is Apollo and the deadly sin, pride.

Genre: Greek mythology/ ballet school AU, Angst, villain YN.

Word Count: 11 305

Warnings: Mentions of injury, swearing, the word boobs once, backstabbing (because that's showbizz babyyy), Villain YN, the tiktok audio "gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss" comes to mind, and the crippling pressure of never being perfect that is often found in any sport.

Description: Cupid might never be a victor when apposing Apollo in archery but he had still managed to bring the Sun God to his knees with a single of his arrows.

and he will continue to torment him for his prideful claims, for Daphne's heart will forever be pierced by Cupids led arrow.

Yeonjun, a principle dancer at the Laurier School of Ballet, had a lot going for him, he was from a well respected family within the performing arts community and had been granted a scholarship many in the school would envy him for. Sadly he did have one thing that was not going in his favour a rather tragic and unsuccessful love life, riddled with beautiful woman and men, even the lovers of his closest friends.

Until he one day finds himself Infatuated with a prize he could not attain.

A Firebird.

Honestly you could never tell if Yeonjun was actually naïve or just played dumb.

Girls and boys flocked to him and he seemed to fawn over whom ever piqued his interest most but it never lasted longer than a month, or someone cheated on someone or the relationship ended out being a fiery crash of hatred and venomous bouts in hallways with wide eyed audiences. Somehow he always acted as if he had gotten the short end of the stick, for a week forlorn before another beauty of sorts would be the centre of his attention. Sweet melodies would once again come from where ever he worked, a soft tenor promising spring and love and hope.

You steered clear.

If it wasn't an emotional roller-coaster enough being a double major, his affections would seem to be. No, you'd much rather work on your stubborn unsupple hips and relevés you always get scolded for than listen to whatever hot mess he had going on.

And god was it a loud hot mess. Your headphones blasting Dua Lipa wasn't even drowning out the heated argument between Yeonjun and his dance partner, seated in the corner of the massive practice room by the only corner without mirrors and filled with shelves for bags you keep your eyes on anything but the pair. You turn to face Jungkook who stood stretching as well but with none of the concerns of being caught as he watches curiously a humoured smirk on his lips. You had been lucky enough to be paired with the groups teaching assistant, just as well you were sure half the boys in your class couldn't even lift you. He senses your stare and looks down at where your sat opening up your hips his smirk stretching to a full blown smile, great at least someone was enjoying this spectacle. A shame really that the two strongest dancers in the class were paired up together for the showcase that would double as evaluations, it meant none of the other junior dancers would stand a chance at impressing anyone but also it was a shame that they also happened to be exes. You huff a small sigh through your nose as you get up from the floor and remove the headphones to put in your bag and to pull out the black training tutu. Jungkook had suggested it considering the challenge of the chosen dance itself that from the start you get used to how it would affect your movements, when he'd announced that the firebird pas de deux you'd nearly spilt more than half your coffee on him. It was insane, you'd thought, you were much better suited for contemporary styles and the Modern Jazz ensemble but Jungkook was patient and understanding most of the time as well as stern when necessary and since the performance would also affect his station in the school you didn't argue. Your fingers guide it over your stockings and over your leotard before fiddling where it had bent funny or folded. You turn towards the door a scowl set on your face at who ever barged in, you had booked the studio for the next three hours no one was supposed to come watch you clumsily stumble into Jungkook's arms.

A boy stood in the door way, eyes wide as it landed on you, you recognised him from around campus a friend of Yeonjuns and a classmate Seo Changbin. He wasn't all that tall but his black t-shirt was stretched taught over a broad chest and big arms, gaze sharp even hidden under his long dark fringe that swept over his forehead and eyes. His gaze matched yours and the unimpressed frown he wore disappeared for only a moment as it fell on you softening slightly as he held up a hand in a small wave to you and your partner respectfully. You dip your head in a nod as greeting before another angry curse draws his attention and yours to the bickering couple.

"Yeonjun-ah!" his voice was loud and sharp enough to make the two dancers stop.

"We will be late for class AGAIN, if you don't move your annoyingly firm ass NOW!" Yeonjun's eyes flickered to the clock above the doorway his friend had just burst through and cursed under his breath before running towards you and Jungkook to grab his bags leaving his dance partner to angrily stomp her way after him. You sweep past them in a wide arc and into the centre of the room as you test out the silky pointes arching up onto your toes and back down as you wait for Jungkook to plug in his phone to the sound system and start the music. He turns and nods at you and you take a step towards the edge of the room aware of the curious gazes on your figures. You stand ready and as soon as the whirring clarinet starts you start your leaping entrance before a twirling arabesque. One thing you cursed Jungkook for was that he managed to choose a dance that had you constantly moving. The door shut and announced they'd left leaving you to fight your way through the next three hours of strenuous technicalities.

Yeonjun would've applauded himself for his dress of choice the baggy grey sweatpants he wore over his tights and tight black t shirt he'd been training in had made it possible to switch out his own ballet shoes for some Jordan's easily enough before Changbin could pull him out of the studio by his hair. They managed to slide into the back seats of the lecture hall for music theory just on time.

"What's the dancer that was waiting with Jungkook Sunbae for you two to stop squabbling's name again?" Changbin murmured his gaze transfixed to the page of his notebook as he doodled away trying to force himself into a state of calm.

"Who?" Yeonjun frowned he hadn't cared much for the pair that waited, he was fully distracted by the small mistakes that his partner was making and would cost him his place as top student and his scholarship no doubt. Changbin looked up at him, any ounce of sympathy for his crappy partner and whatever patience he had left dissipated into the stuffy air of the dark lecture hall, how could he have so little care for the people around him daily? He'd seen you in the hallways with either a massive canvas bag or a baggy sweater over a leotard and skirt and always with a tight slicked back bun that emphasized a deadly serious gaze that often rolled back at the sight of them or rather Yeounjun and whomever he had hanging onto him that day.

"Oh you mean Y/N ?" Yeonjun eyes widened innocently, with the realization. Changbin nodded and Yeonjun shrugged his gaze lowering along with his posture as he slid down to slump his tired body into his chair.

"What about her?"

"Well... aren't they in our class? What do you think their presentation will look like? " Changbin inquired curiously as he watched his friend shrug again his eyes still trained at the slideshow the teacher was babbling over.

"Jungkook is the teaching assistant but he'd managed to pair up with a sub-par ballet dancer, poor guy. Her ankles are weak and she's too contemporary, her theatricality is commendable but mostly just makes her routines seem sloppy, why?" Yeonjun said with a small tug at the corner of his lips as he swept the dark black tresses from his eyes that never left their pacing lecturer. Because of this he missed the way Changbins irritated smirk dropped away, his lips pulling into an ugly straight line, an expression that had started showing more recently. He would agree there was room for an improvement, but there was for everyone in their class even the principle beside him. His temper was on a very short leash with his friend as he watched his arrogance grow after every break up. Yeonjun's love life was tragic, truly, and he'd feel bad for his friends pitiful attempts at relationships if he wasn't such a goddamn prick about it. Yeonjun had managed to date many a girl or boy that even his friends had some sort of interest in, always managing it in a way that made it seem he couldn't help himself and Changbin was tired of it, exhausted not even getting a chance. That small little proud smirk was still stuck on his friends face when he inquired once more.

"Are you not in the slightest bit worried that they might manage to out stage you?" Yeonjun had to muffle his loud 'Ha' with a cough as he snickered to himself his friends gaze growing darker as his frown deepened.

"Of course not but its cute that you worry for me 'Bin." Yeonjun answered with a sweet smile and a pat on the shoulder before focusing back on the class.

That would be it, Changbin thought, Yeonjuns own pride would be his downfall.

He'd make sure of it.

"Hi! Y/N, right?" the strange voice announced its presence loudly from beside the studio door, you're startled enough to drop the empty water bottle and your history book. To tired to even worry about it, you simply raise your hands over your eyes and sigh deeply, brushing the few loose strands that had managed to escape from the the gel and hairpins during the the gruelling three hour training session out of your face. One would imagine after two weeks your body would be used to it but alas. Every part of you ached, actually it was a relief not holding that 10 ton excuse of a book and you knew if you didn't open your eyes right away you'd fall asleep right there standing. You let your arms fall to your sides and raise your eyes to the culprit who stood holding your bottle and book a soft concern gracing his dark features.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mind to startle you like that." He apologizes but doesn't make a move to hand you back your belongings.

"It's okay I'm pretty jumpy by nature." You wave him off not even attempting to muster the frustration you probably should have felt.

"Have you been training for the last couple of hours?" Changbins brow furrows and his eyes trail over your figure clad in some sweatpants and your training jumper. You nod slowly and pulling your phone out of your bag to check the time you'd ran over time, since no one had booked the slot for the studio after. Jungkook stepped out of the studio dark hair swept back as he pulled on his own black hoodie.

"Oh Jungkook, just who I'm looking for." Changbin says and he rests a soft hand on your elbow as he gently guides you out of the doorway his other still holding your stuff before falling away as he stands beside you

"Changbin Madame Jeong spoke to me earlier. Are you sure about swapping places?" Jungkook gets straight to the point, his brow furrowing. Changbin couldn't blame him, being evaluated on your dance ability and your ability to choreograph a piece from scratch was completely different.

"It's not like I have much choice, Tzuyu won't be back anytime soon with a torn ACL." Changbin hears your shocked gasp, and turns his head to observe your hand over your mouth and eyes wide at the shocking news. With classes being suspended for the rest of the semester and such a large group few people had known of her injury.

"What's going to happen now?" You ask eyes wide with concern as you look between the older man and your classmate.

"Jeong had suggested Changbin take my place in your performance and I participate in my own years evaluation." Jungkook said with an apologetic expression down at you, your tired features barely even managed a proper frown.

"What?"

"It's still a month and Changbin is one of the best dancers in the group, you'll be fine." Jungkook wore a guilty expression as he scratched the back of his head as he watched your shoulders hunch over, folding in on yourself as you start to slowly loose hope.

"Hey! Don't do that, you know I'll even come help out if you need me!" he grabs you by your shoulders and force you to look at him, he doesn't break the stare down until you nod. You were furious, not only was this inconvenient but it would effect the outcome of the rest of your studies at this school. But you couldn't even muster any of the energy you needed to be upset about it after a gruelling session.

"Whatever," You shake Jungkooks hands off your shoulders and take your stuff from Changbin who'd been watching the exchange with a nervous nibble at his plump bottom lip.

"We're doing Firebird, I'm sure Jungkook will inform you of how atrocious I am." You turn on your heal and walk away because honestly, fuck that shit.

"Hey I think we got off on the wrong foot I'm Cha-" Changbin stood leaning behind the studio door waiting for you to show up. You had contemplated not showing, because who cares at this point? Not Jungkook, not Changbin and certainly  not that piece of work director Jeong.

"I know who you are, don't worry." You interrupt him as you fiddle with a hair pin that was practically indented into your skull with the way you had furiously stabbed it into the bun. Changbin to his credit musters the decency to look guilty.

"This isn't ideal for either of us but I have faith in us." Changbin says softly and you nearly bark a laugh in his face, you instead settle for a scoff. Yeah, sure he'd be fine he was a top student, technically near perfect almost better than Yeonjun only lacking the physical stature that would be needed to accommodate taller partners, where you're bottom tier at least in ballet, a charity case and no doubt a relief to be rid off, Jungkook was probably ecstatic knowing you weren't his responsibility anymore.

"Yeah, we'll see how you feel after the next three hours buddy." You pat him on his shoulder before brushing past him into the studio at 12 sharp. Changbin with a frustrated glower follow you, you weren't going to make this easy.

He steps in to the sound of Yeonjun's ex yelling at his friend and he can't help but feel a little better about this mess, he doubted you'd snap at him like that.

Your judgement was obvious, your face like an open book as you observed the pair going at each other. But it wasn't just disapproval, it was a corner of a lip tilted in a smile laced with pity. Changbin just wasn't sure if it was for Yeonjun or his partner.

He guessed it was the latter rather, by his past experience of being pinned with a scrutinious stare every time he was with his friend.  You weren't part of the plan in anyway, in fact he really was praying to what ever immortal beings existed in the realms of the heavens the two of you would perform a passable performance at least, but there was always another way to throw Yeonjun of his game.

Love.

His ex was playing a big role in her reluctance to cooperate and he didn't even have to do much about it, in fact Changbin didn't have to do anything about it but that wouldn't be enough. It wasn't Yeonjuns first challenging partner, he'd manage, highly stressed but he'd still  do his best.

"Changbin?" Your voice breaks his stare from the pair as they train through their rendition of Apollo and one of the muses dance and he notes that you're already in the black tutu over your not so traditional leotard. It wouldn't be a problem if the zip that ran down it's front was done up like most other students wore it. He swallowed hard, he didn't blame you, he'd heard that leotards were constricting, he just didn't realize it would do a better job than a push up bra.

"If you're done could we possibly get them out of here?" He doesn't miss the small smile that graces your features before turning around to face the mirrors and finish your stretching. Changbin clears his throat as he quickly changes out of his sneakers.

"Yeonjun, times up!" His voice booms over the music and shocks you enough to come up from the back bend you'd been stretching in, unwinding a supple arch until you're stood straight again, only to be met with a different sharp gaze from under black strands. Yeonjuns dark eyes are trailing over your torso as he makes his way over towards his bag, you keep your face straight as your fingers find the zip on your front, you taunt him a small drag down, his tongue sliding over his full bottom lip, before zipping it all the way up.  You keep yourself from laughing at the way the softest pink dusts his cheeks and his eyes divert as you pass him, you'd think they'd never seen a pair of boobs before the way these boys were acting.

"You ready?" Changbin calls over, his brow raised. He hadn't missed the brief exchange and you meet his gaze.

"I am, but do you know the choreography?" Your brows raise and Changbin gives you a smug little smirk as  answer and starts the music.

"ohmygod you're worse than Jungkook!" You babble. You swear you can hear your hips breaking as Changbin pushes down through his arms keeping your knees on the worn hardwood floor. Solid, warm muscle is pressing into your back as he leans over you.

"Stop complaining it's only a few more seconds." He huffs out, but when you tilt your head up you're met with a grin through your watery eyes. The timer goes off and you suck in a deep breath as Changbin lets you relax out of the pose. The session had been hard, he'd managed to point out technicalities that Jungkook had managed to miss or rather chose to ignore when he suggested cooldown your legs nearly gave out, it was outrageous the best modern dance program at a fucking ballet school. You weren't built for this. You lie back with a huff and watch as Changbin sets another timer.

"More?" This was crazy and he shakes his head with playful grin.

"It's only helping you." He points out and takes your now sweatpants clad legs and straighten them out for you before taking one ankle and pushing it up and towards your chest. This isn't nearly as difficult but it was uncomfortable. His arm that wasn't holding your leg was pushing your hips down to assure it from lifting and although he was sat kneeling between your legs he was still half hanging over your face. Sharp cologne, mixed with sweat was filling your airways and a thin silver chain dangled from around his neck as his he watched you. You clear your throat and head of all of your inappropriate thoughts.

"How'd you know the choreography?" You ask softly but jot your chin out just a little to assert yourself more.

Changbin smiles down at you.  The last three hours had been the most time he'd spent with you, in the last two years and he couldn't help himself, he enjoyed your company. Your confidence, your focus and drive. Your being aware of yourself, wo you are and your bold assertion of it had made him more comfortable than intimidated.

"Jungkook and I ran through it last night after you threw a temper tantrum and ran off." He watches your eyes roll dramatically ready to snap back at him with something sarcastic or mean but he doesn't give you the chance too.

"I'm also pretty familiar with it, I've done parts of it before." Your mouth closes and brows knit in a frown at the interruption and he chuckles at the expression. His fingers trail along your calve softly as he sits back and releases his grip on your ankle to do the same with the other one. But when he leans back over you his face is serious, brows drawn pensively together and lips in an angry line.  You leave it, to tired to pry.

"Y/n... I- what would you do if I made a proposition?" His sharp stare flicks from where it was staring at the floor and to your face and you squirm slightly.

"Depends, what's in it for me?" Your voice is low as each of you regard the other with hesitancy.

"An A+." Changbin answered and you laughed.

"You're funny."

"Y/N. I'm serious." You settle down and he pins you with a determined stir.

"I want to beat Yeoujun. I want his scholarship, and I want principle."  Your eyes widen at that. You didn't have much against Yeonjun besides the fact that he was annoying and reeked of talent but did nothing with it.

"That's a little harsh isn't it? I get principle but the scholarship? Aren't you guys friends?" You inquire curiously and Changbin lowers his head to avoid your gaze. When he looks back up his tongue is stuck in his cheek as he grins.

"You'd think? Either way he sure as hell doesn't fucking act like it." He says it with a little bitter chuckle. The two of you sit in that loaded silence, filled with secrets, and revenge and jealousy for a moment just staring at the other.

"What do you say?" He's leaning closer and his words just above a whisper as he continues to regard you a moment longer, eyes flickering over your face trying to read your expression the tension was palpable if you stuck out the tip of your tongue you'd taste it and Changbins lips.

The glass doors click open.

"Am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice calls and dripping with smugness. Changbin watches as you roll you eyes and sits back with a little smile as he lets go of your leg and ankle. Yup, definitely the right candidate.

You sit up from the floor and look over at the door where Yeonjun is leaning a little grin on his face as he takes in the sight of the two of you, Changbin idly resting in between your thighs.

"It's called stretching, I'm sure you've heard of it before. You know, being a ballet dancer and all?" Changbin retorts and helps you to stand. His hand rests softly in the small of your back and gives it a soft pat  to nudge you towards your bags. You zip the leotard down again, so you can breathe and fiddle your phone out of your bag to check the time and slip your feet into your sneakers. You still had 20 minutes of your session left, how rude.

"She joining us?"

"I can hear you." You voice is sharp as you basically rip your bag off the ground and walk towards them. You pause beside Changbin shifting your weight to one side as you cross your arms over your chest and let your eyes wander over Yeonjun's figure,  tall and strong and delicate features, gender envy if you've ever seen it. God he was perfect, so hopelessly beautiful and and torturously seductive, strong figure dressed in a white shirt taught across his chest and sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"I'll do it." You turn your head and face Changbin who tries his best to hide his panic.

"What? Join us for dinner?" Yeonjun scoffed.

"Oh, how lovely I've been upgraded from object to person worth addressing directly. No, I would rather not join. " You retort and turn to face Changbin and soften your features in a smile as you let your hand rest on the tan skin of his bicep. The same one that had effortlessly lifted you into the hair for two hours as if you were air.

"I'll text you."

Yeonjun watches you with an aghast smile as you push past and waltz out of the doors.

"Quite the partner you got there." Changbin had been watching your figure through the glass doors and smiled to himself.

"Sure is."

The door clicked shut behind them and Changbin tossed the hood of his black hoodie over his still slightly damp hair as they made their way out of the building.

"How's your training going?" Changbin inquired out of courtesy. Yeonjun had been breezing through the almost abandoned school hallways beside him almost without a worry.

"I think she'll claw my eyes out, maybe it'll be a good thing, then I can't see all the mistakes she's making." Yeonjun huffed his arms that he'd stretched up and above over his head flopping to his sides on frustration and Changbin laughed a little at that.

"How about you?"

"It's only been a day, but she's really not as bad as you make her seem. I've never met someone who works so hard in something she won't need." Changbin shoved his hands into his pockets as they make their way across the parking lot.

It was true. Despite your complaints about stretching, you'd let him run you through every part of the routine without any reluctance. Everytime he stopped and restarted, picking at a millisecond misstep, a finger a touch out of place, or an arm not soft enough, you'd let him do so without even so much as slight glimpse of reluctance. You'd take the critisism and focus on improving every single time, Jungkook had also managed to pick a character that suited your theatricality Yeonjun had previously criticised you for. You had even managed a lack of reaction at his fumbling in the different lifts, patiently letting him get used to it.

"That doesn't always make you good." Yeonjin pointed out as Changbin unlocked his car. Changbin had to keep himself from trying to rip his driver side door off at the sudden comment. Instead he takes a moment to pause as he leans against the car roof.

"What? Was that a little harsh?" Yeonjun said in a rather insincere tone from across the car roof.

"Get in the car." Changbin grumbles in answer.

"Forget about the evaluation for a second." Changbin mumbles through a mouthful of burger. It wasn't the best dietary choice but it had been a while he'd worked so hard for such a long duration of time, not because he had to make up for what you lacked but because your determination to do well fuelled him to do the same. Yeonjin was eating away at a plate of fries and looked up at his friend curiously.

"What do you think of YN?" Yeonjun pauses slightly.

There was no denying it, there wasn't many dancer's like you at Laurier, there was actually no other dancers like you. You were an enigma. Few would suffer through years of dance programs that weren't related to their focus, or even suffer through entrance exams in forms that weren't trained just to follow their dreams. Besides that, you held a seductive air, it was part of your muscular, curvier build that many of the female ballet dancer's lacked. You were stronger, your leaps and jumps far higher than most of the female student body and closely matching some of the boys in the classes best even. Your eyes were definitely what had caught Yeonjun's attention but not because they were a particular colour. Rather it was the firey emotion that constantly burned in them. You were passionate. Whenever his eyes met your sharp gaze he saw flames burn, gold and warm.  And he'd be lying if he didn't say he envied it, just a little.

"She's pretty."

Changbins brow raises as if implying, that's all?He knew Yeonjun to well and there was clearly more to the loaded statement.

"Fine, she's more than pretty, but does that really matter? Let's be honest neither of us have been big on locker room talk 'bin." Yeonjun says pointedly and Changbin nods pensively gazing up at the ugly florescent lighting in the dingy diner. He guessed that's maybe why Yeonjun had swiped Felix out of his grasp in an instant. Because Yeonjun never cared much to discuss whom his friends might be interested in. Either way, Changbin doesn't see Felix around anymore unless he passes by a room scheduled for the younger groups ballet sessions.

"I guess you're right. I'm just asking, because I like her shitty attitude and I know most of the girls are stuck up but her words have a bite to it that I think makes her different." Changbin says out loud and steals a fry from his friend who looks him on affronted. But the words are heavy on his ears. Yes the bite, fire. Yeonjun thought, fire that burns red and angry.

"You have the weirdest taste."

"Yah, we have the same taste so don't go around insulting me just yet." Changbin said and tossed a piece of lettuce at Yeonjun but it fell short next to his plate instead.

"Yeah well, you're on your own this time." Yeonjun scoffed and wore half smirk as he picked up the glass of ice water.

"Are you sure?" Changbin said softly his sharp chin resting on his hands as he stared at his friend, eyes narrowed. Yeonjun didn't like it. Like he knew that it was a desperate dismissal of obvious attraction. His critique of your horrible technique and inexperience was something he's used to brush off his crush in his first year at the school because how could you ever be what he wanted ? You sucked and had no friends, in all honesty you were extremely bad then and he couldn't help but wonder how the fuck you made it all the way to third year evaluation.

"I think you're lying." Changbin said with a tiny smirk one that most definitely had the devil hiding behind it.

"I don't think you just happened to remember her name Yeonjun." Changbin said and chuckled as he pulled his wallet out and dug out some cash that he put on the table to cover their dinner.

"You're delusional." Yeonjun hissed and shot him a glare as he collected his bag and hoodie. Changbin was halfway to the door when he turned to face his friend again.

"And you're a terrible liar."

The atelier was empty except for the three of you. The blonde was tall and lanky, built like a dancer himself but here you were, at a fashion school. When Changbin said  he knew someone who could help with costumes you hadn't expected this.  You hadn't expected him to drag you halfway across the city in a really nice car on a Saturday morning, picking you up with a bag  filled with a white tutu in your size and some craft items to take you out to a completely different art school.

"Changbin, I hate you."

"Come on! Hyunjin you have a costume design practical next semester and all you have to do is decorate a to and spray paint a white tutu red." Changbin tried to reason but the tall, handsome man remained unimpressed.

"I hate you." Hyunjin seems to stand his ground as he stares down his shorter friend, you bite down on your lip at the exchange and your eyes widen slightly as his glare lands on you.

"But I'll do it. Only since I'm poor and you're paying rich boy." Hyunjin held up a finger before dramatically sweeping long blonde hair out of his face. You feel a sigh of relief pass through your lips for some reason.

"Also your partner is stunning." Hyunjin said with a vapid flap of his one hand in the direction where you sat. You raise your brows and smile as Changbin shoots you a quick pained glare, "You'll have to give me her number so I can use her as a model in the future for a few projects."

You sit up a little straighter at the sound of that, Chin tilting up proudly.  It wasn't that you were insecure, that wasn't the case at all. It was just that you were constantly in an environment were the bone thin and light ballet dancer was the beauty ideal and you didn't match it. It was nice, getting out and being reminded that you're most definetly an enviable beauty for some.

"We'll do fittings at your school next week." Hyunjin huffed as he pulled out the things Changbin had brought along.

"Really?" Hyunjin holds up a black t shirt and Changbin shrugs.

"You're supposed to be a prince, I can't just make you un upgraded t-shirt!"

"I would like to state for the record, that I said that too." You raise your hand and Hyunjin slaps Changbin over the back of the head and you snicker that you hide behind a cough.

"Why won't you listen to her? You're a real piece of work."  Hyunjin shakes his head and lets out a frustrated huff before pulling the measuring tape around his neck and using a finger to tell Changbin to turn.

"It won't do, I'll make you a proper coat." Hyunjin started taking Changbins measurements, wen he said a number out loud you jumped realizing he was expecting you to write it down for him. You scramble and make your way over to the book on the table beside them writing down the numbers for him.

"Thank you for being such a wonderful assistant." Hyunjin says and his warm smile has your own lips tugging upwards.

"Anytime." you assure him and he surprises you as he takes your hand and plants a soft kiss on your knuckles before turning to face his friend.

"You. If you ever try to bring me a t-shirt and think you're overthrowing a prince with it again, I will choke you." Hyunjin scolds and you raise a brow at the title curiously.

"Prince?"

"Yes, its a nickname we gave Yeonjun since he has everything." Hyunjin explained.

"Everything?" You push and Hyunjin looks over at Changbin who gives a nod of encouragement.

"Yeonjuns always been a talented dancer and well, his family is pretty well off being some of the largest investors in the art community but he also has that wonderful scholarship that his dads company has at the school."

"It's his fathers company?" That was news to you, probably because you didn't have any friends to gossip with at the school.

"And everyone's okay with it?" You ask, your face unable to hide your obvious disgust.

"Well whats anyone going to do about it? Talk to Jeong? He's her prodigy." Hyunjin reasoned.

"But the students...", You try to reason and Changbins shake of his head shuts you up.

"Don't care, everyone wants to be his friend, fuck him or already has."

"On that solemn note, please leave so I can offer up my free time to this nightmare of a project." Hyunjin shoo's the two of you out.

Once you're buckled in the seat of the passenger side of Changbins car you wait patiently as he fiddles with the buttons on the stereo.

"What's your plans for today?" Changbin asks and you shrug.

"I don't have any, unless you want to train. In which case I'm fully booked." You can't help your smile as he cackles brightly.

"Wanna do something? I mean we haven't really had time to discuss any of our uh, approaches?" Changbin struggles to fine a subtle way to say revenge plot and this time its your turn to laugh.

"What did you have in mind?" Changbin grins and starts his car as an answer.

"Changbin I can't afford anything on this menu." You hiss with wide eyes and he waves you off, as if you weren't struggling to do the maths that would keep you from compromising your already strictly ramen noodle diet.

"It's my treat then." You can't help the grimace, what was it with these super rich art school kids. You sit back in the to nice chair and stare at his eyes wandering the menu.

"Why me?" His brows dip in question. "Why did you ask me to help you with the Yeonjun issue?"

An acknowledging nod signals his understanding but he's still quiet for a moment to long.

"Your a bit of an odd case. You seem to severely dislike him and well you are something he can't have."

"Please continue." He puts his menu down on the white table cloth gently before resting his chin on his intertwined fingers.

"The Choi's, as lovely and charitable as they are, expect  perfection perhaps not from everyone but definitely from their son." You sit upright in your seat, curiosity piqued.

"You aren't exactly what is considered to be daughter-in-law material and that's not because you aren't pretty enough because lets be honest you're gorgeous. It's simply because you aren't part of the family's close friends, specifically one of the shining stars." You can't help the blush tinting your cheeks at the compliment mid explanation and Changbin notices despite the extremely soft lighting casting a glow on everything, enough to give you a small smile and a coy head tilt.

"Yeonjun doesn't have a lot of options but his romantic escapades," Changbin breathes out a humourless chuckle, "Let's just say, that's how he rebels."

"That still doesn't explain my unattainability?" You raise a brow and sit back in your seat again.

Changbin reaches over the table, careful of the vase filled with bright orange flowers and takes one of your hands softly in his own, the action was odd but not enough to alarm you.

Yet.

"Yeonjun always wants to be the best and for a while, actually, too long he has been." Changbins eyes are trained on your hand, having turned it over so he could trace the folds and lines of your palm with his fingers.

"Y/N, it takes one simple challenge. A suggestion that he might not be the best and his pride would rule him. He'd be so focused on proving everyone that his station is deserved, that he is in fact the best,  that he'd be to blind to see his own downfall coming."

"He assumes that everyone has placed him on the same pedestal that he had placed himself on his entire life, so that the idea of someone not doing so doesn't exist to him."

Changbin looks up from your hand dark glare trained on your face.

"You don't like him, and he can't believe it."

"You like me more, would rather be partnered with anyone but him?"

You nod slowly to confirm that Changbins observation is correct.

"He can't have that. He'll become obsessed with proving that you're wrong in doing so." Changbins gaze is back on your palm, his soft tracing sending a ghost of shivers down your spine.

"So not only aren't you what his parents expect but you also seem to have a solid dislike for him. It wasn't the plan, honestly." Changbin looks up at you hand squeezing yours now as if it would convey his promise as truthful.

"But it sure is convenient." You say lowly and he nods, suddenly not so sure about how good of an idea it was asking for help. He wasn't sure if the blank mask you wore could because of inner turmoil, for all he knew his explanation could have completely changed your mind in helping him out. He lets go of your hand, sliding his own back slowly his eyes fixed on your face waiting for your next reaction.  What it would be, what he was waiting for he didn't know but it certainly wasn't what he had expected.

The soft chuckle wasn't unwelcome but it was definitely confusing.

"Wow, how does that saying go? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Yeonjun took that pretty seriously, huh?" Changbin doesn't fail to see the irony.

"Don't get me wrong,  we were friends and in some twisted way I'm sure we still are."

"But?"

"But I'm tired of losing to him." Changbin slinks back into his seat hands off the table and falling helplessly to his lap.

You encourage him to continue by pouring water from the jug on the table into his glass as if its a stiff drink, like the one he seems to need.

"There was this one guy. Fuck, was it bad. He's sweet and his cheeks would squish up and make it impossible to count the freckles that was all over his cheeks and nose. I wasn't even crushing, I practically skipped that whole step and boy did I make it obvious." He was sitting back up and he wore a half assed grin one that held more than its fair share of sadness.

"No one missed it, so either Yeonjun was impossibly blind or clearly was trying to make a point." Changbin resorted to finally reaching for his glass of water but simply opted for staring at the droplets running down the side of the glass.

"So he swooped in, charmed the living daylights out of him before I could blink, promptly broke his heart and now Felix doesn't speak to any of us anymore."

"Felix? As in Felix Lee?"  The description Changbin had given wasn't terribly subtle, but it was still somewhat of a surprise.

"Yeah and unfortunately my friend didn't just betray me he broke my heart without even thinking about it twice or having the decency of  asking if my puppy dog eyes meant something."

The revenge plot was starting to make sense and as much as you didn't like Yeonjun, Changbin might've let it slip that his opinion of your ballet abilities wasn't the highest. Of course sticks and stones, but you couldn't help growing fond of Changbin a bit of a Dark cloud that hid a bundle of charm and softness that had seeped past your cold exterior. Dammit you'd even consider him a friend, your first at Laurier.

He was still clearly worried that whatever it was he was planning you'd say no too, weary glances from his hands on his glass to you. You offer him a small grin to soothe his worries.

"Oh don't worry, you still have me in your corner Binnie."  You say gently before sitting forward. "Now, what's the plan exactly?"

Yeonjun watched as your hair followed with your twirls, the red and gold feathers bouncing along with the tutu as you playfully one two stepped into a pirouette with a big smile, your eyes alight with joy as you giggled. The pretty glimmering costume sparkled brightly and he couldn't help but think that your smile seemed blinding in comparison. He'd never seen it before, such happiness coming from you while doing ballet. Granted, you were doing a terrible job at practicing proper technique or steps but the freely stepping to releve and the flowing of your arms  with the glittering feather arm bands made you truly seem like a firebird, free and joyous and beautiful.

Changbin was right the character suited you and perhaps he had maybe judged your talents as a dancer too harshly.

Your playful twirls excited grins and entertained light hearted chuckles from your audience, Hyunjin even going so far as to give you applause for your impromptu show.

"Okay, okay. Come here pretty girl so we can check that the feathers don't come off or it gets in the way." Changbin stood up his coat  black coat with the golden embellishments and lapels open over his white t shirt and he held out his hand for you to except. With a playful tug he pulled you into his chest where you giggled softly. Changbin held you in a couple of releve twirls before the two of you got serious as the two of you turned serious and he manoeuvred around the costume you to lift you as previously practiced.

Jealousy, it bubbled up inside of Yeonjun like a black sticky tar at the sight of you and one of his closest friends so comfortable with each other, in synchronization as if you two had known each other for years and not only two or three weeks.

This crush, or at least the acknowledgement was becoming dangerous. He was starting to fall back into his regular patterns, the ones he knew all to well. Looking for a specific head of hair in a crowd, a black zipped down leotard, eyes that burned with hellfire, without even thinking about it, second nature almost. He was on a downhill drop to being absolutely infatuated and this new version of you, free and happy it was only stoking the hearth in his heart. It wasn't helping his cause.

For once he felt like he'd lost to Changbin.

Be it because he knew you so well, or because he had the burden of being your partner or perhaps because he was the one to witness your joy or perhaps instigate it.

He'd never really been sure what incited your icy exterior and furious glares in his direction. He'd avoided you for most years  but now he was wondering if rather it was the other way around and why it was bothering him that you would.

He'd never considered himself to be narcissistic and yet, what would force you of all people to stay so far away from him? Few who weren't exes and even then few of those actively tried to avoid Yeonjun in the way he was quickly piecing together that you had. Finally it would seem you were in arms reach, not so far away. Changbin was his link to you now, he might just have a shot at pulling you closer, pulling you towards him, the same way you had started pulling him towards you.

The night had started off wild,with too many  beers and too many soju bottles littering the countertop of Wooyoungs apartment when the three of them left. That it was crazy getting more when they met up with a few other s but he didn't realize it would result in this.

"Yeonjun whats your deal man?" Wooyoung said bright smile and cheerful giggle following after as he slung an arm over his much taller friends shoulders and pulled him into a hug, never scared of affection but it was too much. It was a lot with the buzz and the loud music and the smoke filled air.

"I don't have a deal." Yeonjun grumbled but didn't even try to shove his friend off of him.

"He's just mad that my dance partner doesn't like him." Changbin said with a teasing lilt but that obnoxious little smirk was rubbing him wrong. This time he did shove Wooyoungs arm off of him as he stepped closer and peered down at Changbin, bare of the grin he'd previously worn. He wasn't tilting his head back to meet Yeonjuns stare no instead e simply looked up through his lashes his dark glare daring Yeonjun to  do what he so desperately wanted too, knowingly.

"Admit it, you're jealous." Changbin said softly the same smirk growing as he knew his words hit true to their mark. He could tell by the way Yeonjun stiffened.

"You can't have her, she doesn't want you." His words were barely a whisper but the way Yeonjuns anger was zeroing in on his friend, blocked out all other sounds, "And nothing you do will change her mind."

"Because she doesn't care and guess what? You aren't as fucking great as you think you are." Yeonjun shoved Changbin back and was ready to swing when someone pulled him back to no avail as he stepped closer to Changbin who promptly stopped him from landing any hits as he took a hold of his wrists before both of them were promptly ripped apart.

"Go cool off!" Wooyoung practically pushed Yeonjun into one of their other friends who was standing behind him as he pulled him away from Changbin who was steadied with a firm hand on Wooyoungs chest .

"Go!" Wooyoung voiced again, louder and Yeonjun ripped himself away as he shoved his way through the thick crowd.

This place had been playing tricks on his mind since he got here, what had brought Changbin to suggesting this place from their usual spots?

The energy was strange here, it was something other from just dancing in the air. No here, the thickness of lust and sex seemed to hang in the air. It was starting to make him act up in ways he never would've dreamed of.

Yeonjun swept the cold water over his face. This was outrageous he'd never even thought of picking a fight with Changbin at least not physically.  He breathed out sigh before sweeping the damp black tresses and back out of his face he straightened only to be met by the sight of you. He must be really drunk to be hallucinating now. He blinked hard and realized that it wasn't a hallucination. A bright yellow fish darted across his vision and his brain caught up with his vision. The men's room was separated from the women's by a bright fish tank, one that stretched its length glowing bright and filled with an array of both large and small colourful fish.

You haven't noticed him, eyes trained on the small compact in your hand as you reapplied the lipstick shade you had selected to wear for the evening.

It wasn't love at first sight. No, he'd seen you before, on numerous different occasions but now...

The sight of you sobered him up more than the cool water ever could, hair that was usually pulled back now framing your face, figure graced in a short white dress , with a generous neckline much like that leotard you favoured, the golden lighting above the individual sinks lighting up your skin made you glow.

It definitely wasn't love but something had changed, maybe it was him finally admitting his pining for you.

Your eyes caught his as soon as you snapped the compact shut, not a hint of surprise dawning on your features.

Instead you hold his stare as you put everything back into your small clutch a ghost of a smile on your face as you step back from the glass and walk away, only breaking the silent battle when the door hides your figure.

Yeonjun darts out of the bathroom and immediately seeks the figment of his imagination his head must of conjured because it was impossible, that you'd appear here, in the midst of all his way to high strung out emotions. He caught a glance of your figure sashaying through the crowds that seemed to move aside at the meer sense of your presence, everyone making space for you as you pass, to afraid to even graze themselves against you. Yeonjun squeezes through the gyrating figures,  tall long body squeezed out and pushed out of the way, his idea to follow in your wake becoming exceptionally difficult with each surge of the bass and bright flare of  light. White strobes creating stop motion images of the people dancing around him.

As he finally escapes the dancefloor he spots your figure leaning up against the bar, Changbin leaning over it as he whispers something in your ear that tempts a beautiful grin to your lips. Yeonjun immediately pushes away the ugly head of anger that threatened to instigate another fight and plastered on a smirk before sliding in beside the pair of you.

It was strange seeing him through the fish tank damp black strands hanging over his heavy lidded eyes and pouty lips parted aghast. You'd never seen him in anything other than sweats or dance clothes, you would be lying if you didn't say the white muscle tank didn't look good on him, long lean arms, toned enough that as he leaned against the sink you could see the way the muscles in his shoulders moved and now you could see he had paired it with some black jeans that came up high enough to accentuate  his enviably tiny waist.

"Changbin, sorry for interrupting but I'd like to invite Y/N to the dancefloor?" His eyes stayed glued to your face and you dared a glance towards Changbins whos dark analytical gaze encouraged you to play the game.

"And why would I dance with you?" You tease, acting coy as you fiddle a strand of hair around your index finger he bites as he leans closer with his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Well I don't believe we've ever had the pleasure of being partners and well it might be best in a space you'd be comfortable." He leans back with a grin one that so obviously says he's proud of his little insult.

"Is that so?" You barely keep the snappiness out of your tone as you glare him down. Yeonjun tries to suppress the chills the look is giving him. You hand your purse over to Changbin and walk past him a shove at his shoulder, your heels making you tall enough to dare the push without it seeming pathetic. Yeonjun chuckles incredulous before turning on his heels to catch up with your long strides, by the time he's close enough to reach you he realizes you've managed to find people that seem to be your own friends judging by their friendly smiles and the way they made space for you the song the DJ was currently playing resembled dance hall and all though he was aware that his mind severely undersold your dancing abilities he wasn't expecting the sight in front of him. With not a single care for the shortness of the dress or the vulgarity of the moves your hips seemed to lead your body in a seductive rhythm that had Yeonjun staring even if he was sure it was inappropriately. Every time you caught his eyes, your grin told him he'd lost. He didn't even stand a chance to start with. He would've had better luck in the dance studio.

It felt good, a different kind of thrill. Shutting him up even if it was for just a little while, especially after you heard what his opinion was of your dancing ability.

He trailed you back to the bar and with a defeated smile watched you order a drink.

"I have severely underestimated you, I apologize." Yeonjun says with that same small grin and a shake of his head and you beam.

"Apology accepted." You chuckle and brush your hair out of your face as you watch him.

"I really messed up." Yeonjun bites down on his bottom lip and you force your eyes away from his plump pouty lips to his eyes.

"Yes you did." You agree and he chuckles brightly and loudly.

"I meant," He steps closer, leaning down lips brushing up against your ear as he lowers his voice,"If I had just been honest with myself, you might have been doing those moves on me." He pulls back and your head is a whirlwind of thoughts. Honest with himself?  What was that supposed to mean? Either way it didn't matter, your stomach and well other parts of your body were fluttering dangerously at the implications of his words. Your drink arrives and so does Changbin who saddles up to your side comfortably, his arm wrapping around your waist and you let him so you can lean into his strong body and take some pressure of your feet in their heels. Yeonjuns gaze darkens.

"I'm happy we came, this place is way cooler than the uptight clubs we always go to." Changbin announces and Yeonjuns brow dips, he didn't think this place was all that great but judging by the sweat that was dotting his friends forehead, the music and his chosen partners were the reasons behind his high praise.

Your butterflies still hadn't calmed and the alcohol made you dare the chance.

"You finally ready to be my dance partner properly?" You shoot a grin in Yeonjuns direction, one he missed because he was busy staring at Changbins arm around your waist.

"Yeonjun?" You call and it finally seems to click you were talking to him.

"Of course." He dares a grin and bows slightly as he offers his hand formally, you scoff and with a roll of your eyes take the hand offered. He laces his fingers through yours and pulls you away from Changbin's grip only letting go to hold your hands up so you could spin.

One thing you realized,  Yeonjun was a sore loser. He'd stepped into your space as the songs continued to switch through the mix list, this only resulted in him proving his own ability to follow a beat in time with your movements. Pressed closer together the air only got stickier, and you could feel the cold drops of sweat running down your spine as time was lost to you and apparently all form of  rational thought too. It was only when a tender but heavy kiss found the back of your neck that you realized, you were dancing with the enemy in a way that could possibly have you arrested for public indecency. You took a step away and turned steeling your gaze so you didn't look like the deer in headlights you had suddenly become.

Because as much as shutting Yeonjun up was fun this was making you want to find out if there was other ways to have fun with him, you couldn't promise yourself you wouldn't end up in a more compromising position with him and that was definitely not the plan. You eye him for a moment his surprised expression, hair hangning in his eyes or matted against his forehead, in a similar manner to how the white tank was sticking to his chest hand reaching out to grab your hand again. You press past a couple and dissapear back to the bathroom.

So this was how people got swept up in the hurricane Yeonjun was. Distracted by the pretty lashes, sharp eyes that devoured you whole and those terribly soft lips. Ghosts of his fingers ran over your body, everywhere he had dared to touch so surely, the spot on the back of your neck burning at the memory of  the kisses weight. You dared a look into the floor length mirror parallel to the door you'd rushed through. He'd left you a mess, sticky with sweat and smudged mascara around your eyes, breathless and hair messy. You couldn't help but wonder what power it is he possessed to so easily dishevel your appearance.  You purposefully rub at the dark circles under your eyes and dare to pat some cold water to your neck to collect yourself before entering the fray again. It wasn't hard to find him, your body now drawing towards him like a magnet as if he was the sun, tugging you into his atmosphere, but the body plastered to him quickly stops you. Life had a lovely way of reminding you why you'd avoided the beauty, his gravitational pull always seemed to have room for more. With a scoff and a reality check you press your way towards the man that still had your bag. Changbin was stuck in a booth with some other friends your purse on the table in front, whomever he'd been dancing with earlier nowhere to be seen.

"I'm leaving." Changbin shoots up as you grab your purse.

"I'll come with you." He insists and just as you're ready to politely decline a voice interrupts.

"Y/N?" Yeonjun is beside you a hand on your shoulder, brows furrowed as if concerned but a quick peak over his shoulder makes you aware the guy he'd found wasn't hanging to far off . You shrug of his hand and fix your eyes on Changbin.

"That'd be great." Changbin follows after you, hand on the small of your back as the pair of you trail towards the exit leaving Yeonjun to watch after with an empty pang in his chest. He tried to will his feet to move after you but it didn't instead, he stood glued eyes following over the crowd as Changbin accompanied you out the door with his arm around your shoulder and you tucked into his side.

Yeonjun had been left to observe you from far away for the final week before the showcase, in passing when you came in to the studio with Changbin after his own practice slot. You didn't acknowledge his presence, instead focusing on the music or your practice tutu or your pointes instead of him.

But he chalked it down to you simply trying to focus on what was to come.

When he finally did get to see you it was minutes before your peformance, dressed in gold and red. Hair slicked back and a headband of red and gold feathers over it, even with the light from the stage you glowed, shimmered with beauty and charm as you warmed up, smiling at the stage hands that passed you. He came up beside you and for the first time in a week your eyes fell on him.

"YN, I just wanted to say goodluck and well I was wondering if when we could go dancing together again?" Yeonjun was leaning up against the bar you were busy stretching on.

You laugh soft enough to not bother the other performance but still full and hearty, Yeonjun raises a brow he hadn't said anything funny.

"Sorry its just, well you must be blind." Yeonjun takes a step back as he watches her lips quirk upwards. It was just the two of them and the stage hands, Changbin was in the other wing waiting for the curtains for the rendition of the dance of the snowflakes to end. No one to witness the mask that seemed to fall away from the beautifully painted face.

"You know at first I was jealous of you. Perfect, you. With the perfect scholarship, not that you need it because of your daddy. Then I was angry because how could you waste time like that and still be so good. Well now...", Firey eyes ringed with read eyeshadow and golden flakes, disdainfully drags over his figure from head to toe.

"Now I'm just disappointed."

"Yeonjun I hate you, but not because you ever even had the chance to break my heart because lets be honest I'm not half as dumb as you think." You stop stretching as you step closer towards him where he was now frozen in place.

"No, I hate you because you have everything,  all that you'd need to be the best but you're to distracted to ever reach your full potential."

"I don't need this, I'm a modern dancer, to contemporary for the genre anyway. I don't give a fuck about Jeong." Yeonjun sucks in a breath not at the crass words but rather the quotation of his own critique of your abilities, "... but you, you're her little prodigy and you have to do well, you have a scholarship and a family name that you need to maintain. My inability to be perfect means nothing. " You brush an invisible dust particle off his exposed shoulder before continuing.

"Your imperfections though, every single little mistake, every little misstep everyone out there will be looking for exactly that, they're waiting for your downfall and me?" You look up at him blazing eyes staring at him from behind bright red eyeshadow, "well, I'm praying for it."

Even if Yeonjun wasn't speechless he wouldn't have been able to actually retaliate because a 30 second call was made for your stage. Your grin didn't falter in fact it grew to the big stage smile every dancer wore while performing as you turned away from his figure as the pair on stage passed by you at the entrance of the wing you were waiting in.  The lights on the stage lit up as Changbin entered the stage, the black velveten coat and golden decorations glimmered under the light bright and bold, but it casted a bright glow around your figure, lighting up the red and gold feathers of your tutu in a warm light only growing brighter as you started your dance onto the stage. Yeonjun eyes were glued to you, the performance that of which was visible from where he stood taking his breath away. It might've been the lack of oxygen or perhaps it was shock, the fogginess that clouded the edges of his vision as his eyes followed the soft movements of your arms, the bounce of the tutu as you leaped through the air, even the arch of your spine as Changbin hoisted you up and over his head, held you in his arms time and time again as the battle of freedom between the firebird an he prince commenced. He saw the pretty picture of sorrow and torment as the Firebird fought to break free and the prince with his own battle of caging the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in and ultimately be the cause of its death.  The longing on the prince's face as she disappears and leaves him with only a single mark of her, a red feather.

It's only then he feels the insistent tug of his partner at his arm, trying to pull him closer towards the exit of the wing for his own performance. Yeonjun tried to force himself to focus but his eyes landed on the pair a moment before walking onto the stage. Your body was being squeezed in a joyous hug, Changbin cheering silently as he spun you around, your own smile was bright, big and effervescent. Blinding just like the stage lights that obscured the audience, even the front row he knew was reserved for lecturers and special guests. He could only hear the blood rushing in his ears that's probably why he missed the first few counts. He was  behind now, muscle memory kicking in but never being enough to chase the fog far enough to catch up but only to make him more aware of the battle he was fighting to get back on beat. His body wouldn't let him, it was like there was a really strange weight keeping his legs and arms from moving right, but his head seemed to be floating, miles away from here.  Off in the wings where you had been smiling, happy in someone else's arms. Smiling as your lips move, your eyes on fire as his world falls apart a little, by little as you utter those words, those prayers , those hopes of imperfections  coming true with every note and every misstep and every delayed catch of his partners hand, he can feel it. The stuffy auditorium, how it was starting to suffocate him, the bitter taste of disappointment, of failure on the tip of his tongue as the shallow breaths passed over his dry lips and he inhaled the small particles of dust that everyone could see in the bright lights that was shining on every mistake he made.

As those curtains closed and the lack luster applause was still fuzzy to his ears, blood still rushing through it. He realized you'd wished his worse fears upon him, that they'd come true .

That those velveteen curtains blocking out the stage lights, was like the sun disappearing, that you'd burned so bright for the brief moment he'd set his sights on you. So bright he didn't realize how dark it would be when his downfall came.

#hamartia #hamartia the collab #kpop imagines #choi yeonjun #txt #tomorrow x together #choi yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #txt imagines #seo changbin #jeon jungkook #jung wooyoung

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SWATCH + SWATCHLING(S) SHENANIGANS ||

The dumb things series: ☕ Void☕

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*let's get this started, yeah?

Jenga's a thing. They actually play it on breaks often, even betting chores/work duties to do over it. You can imagine the poor guy that loses.. multiple winners, one loser. So many things to do..

Sometimes people hear soft screams at the cafe before it opens. It's simply the Swatchlings hyping each other up for the day and fawning over each others compliments to one another. Doesn't help when Swatch decides to bud in too.

Swatch is in charge of getting rid of the mice that get into the cafe. He hates it honestly, as he, himself, is scared by them as well.. No one needs to know that though. And if you're one of the rare few, you'll see his feathers ruffle up as he catches the mouse with his hand.

Sometimes Swatch sets up a game of "Who can get this done the quickest?" And boy, those Swatchlings can get competitive. There's no prizes..other than bragging rights. And you wouldn't think it, but from time to time, Swatch joins in as well.

There's a spinning wheel in the break room. It offers up free treats instead of discounted items for a certain amount of time. Everyone gets a try once a month...someone thinks it's rigged due to the fact Swatchling 7 keeps winning more often than not.

Believe it or not, eating competitions are a thing. Just not held often because those boys will eat.

Tea parties are a thing because it's fun. They won't care what you think, let them enjoy being regal for a day instead of tending to others just this once.

Apparently it's been said that one of the Swatchlings witnessed Swatch squeal after he had received a compliment from the Queen one time. No one's ever heard him do it again- It's not a silly shenanigan but it's a nice fact amongst the lot of them.

If someone falls asleep on the job (isn't uncommon) then Swatch has granted the request of doodling on someone's (amongst each other) face. Including Swatch himself. I kid you not, no one has been successful with him YET. But all the Swatchlings are waiting for the opportunity to get him.

Swatch has been known to be a goofball when one of the Swatchlings are upset or all of them. "Oh dear, seems I have butterfingers-" drops a banana peel and then walks away. Genuinely forgets about it since his minds always occupied and ends up actually slipping on said banana peel. It sounds very out of character but I assure you that was an accident that took place. Unfortunately for him, although it got a good laugh out of them, it's brought up embarrassingly enough from time to time.

Setting up cups, getting small golf clubs, small plastic golf balls and play indoor golf in the cafe after a stressful day is nice.

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A/N;

It's late and I'm know these aren't the best but I'm coming out with a round 2 for this and wanted to put something out at best for this tonight. I'll probably take it down later-

#deltarune swatch #deltarune swatchling #swatch deltarune #swatchling deltarune #swatchling

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Also here’s a dumb doodle of a buck and his fawn

#//chalastor #chalastor #(born of static and flame | allette)

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so... werewolf benny ?

#fawn's dumb doodles #fallout new vegas #benny gecko #benny fnv #werewolf #digital artist #digital art #art

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Alright so I love post its. They're bite sized doodle pages I can stick places. Ideal.

I like to make little dumb drawings and stick them on my desk at home. I've had one of my friend, who is in love with Sam Drake, fawning over a shitty doodle of him, on my desk for MONTHS. See below.

WELL she recently watched S8 of American Horror Story. And she is.....very fond of that Cody Fern/Michael Langdon fellow. Very.

So I just sent her this. Please watch with sound. I hope someone else gets a laugh.

#my dumb shit #sam drake #michael langdon #this is the funniest thing I've done all year #someone please get this very niche content

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a little laughter

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, v minor angst, overall this is extreme fluff

Ship: Roceit, background logicality

Plot: Roman hits gay panic when he hears Deceit laugh properly, the sort of laughter that isn’t forced at all. 

Inspired by this art

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It’s strange how very little things can make you realize something entirely new about yourself, and others. Take Logan, for example, Logan took three years and four days (and three hours and forty-two minutes) to realize he was in love with Patton, it didn’t happen in a split second, but an abundance of little things made his realization complete. 

It takes Roman two seconds to fall in love. He can’t even remember the joke he told, or what could have possibly been so funny, but he does remember the laugh, no it was more like a giggle, that came from Deceit’s lips. His cheeks flush a little, his hand coming up to his mouth but not fast enough to cover the softest smile that Roman has ever seen on the other’s face. 

And Roman just breaks, his entire mind spins backward and his heart skips a beat and all that terrible, mushy stuff that he’s born from. Deceit’s eyes crinkle as his entire body language seems to shift just a little, just for a few seconds, before he stiffens and fixes a frown on his face, returning to his usual face. “I’ve been blessed,” Roman whispered.

“You saw nothing,” Deceit growls a little, but Roman’s face splits into two, and the other falters at the sheer happiness and adoration plastered across the creative facet’s face. “Stop that,” Deceit huffs, folding his arms “Stop looking at me like that,”

“But you’re so cute!” Roman fawns a little, resting his face in his hands as his voice comes out as a squeak. Deceit tries to remain mad, but he’s not exactly aced the art of being mad at Roman, Roman is the only one of them he struggles to remain pissed off at, despite being so...uh...naive. “Why have I never seen you laugh before?”

“I am not cute, and you have seen me laugh before,”

“Not like that you haven’t!” Deceit can’t argue, Roman had never seen him genuinely laugh before, no-one has. It makes Roman wonder how much else is an act, he can’t help it, that laugh was so small and soft and cute. All the things he hadn’t thought the other to be. 

But he drops the conversation because he can see the reptilian man squirm just a little, uncomfortable, and doesn’t want to press the issue. So instead, for the next few weeks, he simply observes. 

Sometimes, Deceit will take his gloves off when he thinks no one else is looking. Roman keeps quietly observing this as he turns the pages of his book, there are scales all over the back of his left hand, they look like they would be nice to touch. Roman blushes to himself and averts his gaze elsewhere, not wanting to think about that specific train of thought. 

Occasionally, Deceit also sings to himself and not just cheesy villain songs, soft songs, the sort of songs Patton might listen too when he’s baking. Quiet little love songs that Roman could not have expected from the other. 

He’s starting to think maybe Deceit is more than just how he presents himself, and then he wonders why that’s a shock when so many of them are exactly the same. Virgil cracked first, not always being angry and scary as he presents himself, but actually being soft-hearted. Logan, pretending he can’t feel, Patton, pretending he can’t feel sad, even he himself is guilty of lying about his pride.

He decides to pay the other a visit, just to solidify what he’s already thinking. To get to Deceit is hard, as in his room, with them you can just wander in and out whenever you please because they actually have doors to their rooms. When it comes to the others, you have to focus on what you want, what they’re specialty is. So Roman lies to himself, he lies to himself about many things all the time, and focusing on all the lies at once can be overwhelming but it’s for a good cause. 

Deceit’s room in excessive, gold and black and surprisingly well decorated, with pale yellow curtains and...glow in the dark stars? Thomas really does not get that dark, does he? But Roman’s question is answered before he even asks it, because Deceit is there, lying on his bed with a book in his hands. The gloves are off, but so is his usual outfit. He’s dressed in a t-shirt, black with a little gold snake on the left breast, and black jeans, lying back as he reads. His hair is messy and the hat is gone, and he looks so much more...calm. 

Until he looks up at Roman “What are you doing here?” he startles a little, cheeks going red “This part of Thomas’ mind isn’t good for you, Roman!” He stands up as if going to usher Roman out, but the other is still a little starstruck by how small the scaled man looks in clothes that aren’t made for him to look bigger. 

“I was uh...” He trails off “I’m sorry but you really are cute,” He whispers, “And I’m the epitome of hopeless and gay so I can’t really think about anything else right now,”

“Did you come all the way here just to tell me that, you couldn’t have just summoned me, or anything,”

“Oh, uh no, I was trying to see if you were lying to me, well to us, but specifically to me,” He flushes “I realize that’s a dumb thing to say to a liar,” Deceit sighs in response, looking down at his feet “I’m sorry if I intruded,” He looks away for a second “I just...I really had to know,”

“Well now you know, are you satisfied with your conclusion?” He sounds a little irritated, so he really doesn’t only speak in lies. 

“I don’t know,” Roman whispers, he can see the annoyance flicker across Deceit’s face as he steps closer, jaw tense “Why are you upset?” He doesn’t know, he really doesn’t know, he just knows he is upset, somehow or some way about the fact that Roman knows him, the person who exists to keep things close to his chest and lie his way out of situations. Roman knows him, no he’s not upset with Roman, he’s terrified of the power that he now has. 

“Don’t tell anyone,” He whispers. 

“If you don’t want me too, then I won’t, I don’t...I don’t want to upset you,”

“But I’m the villain, that’s who I’m supposed to be, I’m so supposed to be mysterious and angry and you’re supposed to hate me and...” He’s ranting; Roman sighs. And then he kisses him. “Oh,” Like a snake, Deceit recoils, his hands faltering from waving around and falling limply by his sides, even his scales seem to tint a little red. “I see,” 

“Sorry,”

“If you apologise one more time I’m legally allowed to kill you,”

“Good luck,” Deceit laughs, and Roman inhales sharply, that laugh, the laugh that had started all this. He leans a little closer, and the smile on the other man’s face just seals his fate all over again, as he cups Deceit’s jaw, feeling the scales underneath his fingertips (they’re so smooth).

And kisses him again.

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Oh boi. I found another ol doodle i drew in a random piece of paper from a short story I thought of based on another song. Final Girl by graveyardguy. This is a dark one, so uh, be warned.

Story:

No one has names so I'll call em Blondie (right), Rebel (left) and Goth (not pictured).

Blondie is a ‘troubled kid’ with big ol anger issues and violent tendencies. She enjoys getting into fights, and has trouble getting what’s so wrong with it. At the beginning of middle school, she gets moved to a correctional school for ‘bad kids’ where she meets Rebel. Rebel also enjoys hurting others, but in a less conspicuous way. She’s smart, and enjoys manipulating people to play out whatever she wants done. She takes one look at Blondie and latches on to her as her new ‘project.’ 

At first, she had only expected her interest to be temporary, as it always waned with people. She got in good with her trust, worked her into revealing her life story, and gave her usual heartfelt spiel about friendship and feeling close to her. She was sure she’d gotten Blondie right where she wanted her, and they planned a heist Rebel would use for a further plot, but Blondie pulled out at the last second and it turned out she had been the one using Rebel to further her standing with the principal. She had learned from one of Rebel’s early lessons that her violence would get her nowhere, and she had to read people to use them to better her life. Rebel was infatuated after that.

For the rest of the year, she would continue trying to approach Blondie and be a hindrance to her. Blondie had become something better than a toy to her. Not something to use whenever she was bored, but something to keep track of and fawn over as she pleased. A pet. Blondie didn’t care much for her, all she wanted was to get out as fast as she could. Still, some conversations they ended up sharing were fundamentally ingrained in both their minds. The way they both saw the world was too similar.

With good behavior, Blondie was free to go the next year, leaving Rebel behind. But Rebel promised they would see each other again, and come sophomore year of highschool, Blondie was a ‘prissy cheerleader’ and Rebel was new in school and immediately accepted into the ‘punk/outcasts’ cliche. Kids who were teetering from familial and social pressures, prime for her manipulations.  Blondie immediately went on guard when she noticed her transfer. IT only solidified when Rebel made no effort to talk to her again, only give her knowing glances and smiles. Remembering their conversations and her twisted personality, Blondie knew she was cooking something huge.

With little push, the kids had plans for dark revenge against the popular kids. They made a pact, bought masks, and started their fall from grace with the murder of the quarterback. It trickled with another ‘disappearance’, which left the popular kids feeling antsy, but still without an idea of what was to come. They turned their focus on spring break instead, and in their trip to one of their parent’s beach house to spend the weekend in. 

The perfect location and time for the massacre the outcasts had been planning.

Everything goes down in the span of one night. The popular kids are hunted. Everyone scurries for their lives, and while the others are terrified, Blondie is annoyed. She’s realized Rebel was behind it all, and she figures her intent was to get close enough to kill her. To the surprise of any popular onlookers and any poor outcast that finds her, she’s still as sharp as ever with her reflexes, and shows no mercy on anyone. In fact, as she continuously and severely beats down on their body, this night has shaped up to be a huge stress reliever for her. All the years of acting like she had gotten better, of playing the ‘good and redeemed girl’ really left her with a sour taste. 

This was a beautiful night.

Finally she’s tracked her, Rebel, in an old shed a mile from the house. Rebel had been waiting for her, and her smile widens at the sight of Blondie draped with blood. No questions needed, she goes into monologue mode. She missed her cute Blondie. She was so bored without her in the other schools, and her skin crawled when finally saw her and she was acting like just another dumb cheerleader. She wanted to see her back in action, and worked up this wonderful night just for her.

Blondie’s reaction is still something I’m working on. This is as far as I’ve gotten in the story. IT can end in two ways. The ultimate showdown where both try to kill each other due to Blondie’s bloodlust and annoyance turning against Rebel. Or she could finally have the realization that having Rebel around would lead to more future mayhem; that Rebel can provide her with her stress-ball victims. They would form a partnership and frame the entire night as the outcast’s fault, with every teen but them dead. Idk.

I’ve also not yet quite worked the role of the Goth into this story. So far, all I have for her is she’s an audience with an obsession. She was also in the correctional school, and she witnessed their friendship. She got out and went to the same school as Blondie’s. Her behavioral problems differ greatly from both; she’s the most empathetic and morally justified of the three. I’m thinking this entire time she’s idolized Blondie in her mind, and seen Rebel for the danger she is. She’s too shy to approach Blondie, but once Rebel is in school with them, she steps up to warn her of Rebel’s shifty behavior, only to be told to mind her own business. She doesn’t. She continues to spy on both, and when the night comes, she’s a witness to everything. She might turn the tide by helping an injured popular kid hide (who will later tell the police everything), and coming inside the shed as soon as Blondie is about the agree to a pact. Heck, she might be the one who ends up killing Rebel, and be deemed a hero once the police roll in. But as everyone crowds her to ask for her story, she’ll catch a glimpse of Blondie’s expression and feel a churning in her stomach. Everything will flash back in her mind and a realization will dawn. What if the monster hadn’t been just Rebel? In another year, there will be another disappearance, as the latch on Blondie’s humanity could not be closed again.

#traditional art #drawing #story #original story #oof #calling it original makes me feel pretentious #dark #murder #mental issues #i mean they have it #mental disorders #can i tag tgis as lesbians #i will #lesbians #not quite romantic but come on #im gay so theyre gay #lol #so much writing for just a tiny doodle #graveyardguy #slayyyter #final girl #final girls

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OC INTERVIEW TAG GAME

I was tagged by the lovely @royalbounties , thank you love!

Please give a warm welcome to Mila Koeper, the main character in All That I Have! (Honestly, I was debating for Kae since she’s really the lead of The It Group [for lack of a better name] but I ended up with Mila so now I really wanna do Kae lol)

1. Are you named after anyone? 

Actually, not that I know of. Mila’s a common German/Austrian name, so I guess  I was just named that. I think it means something like “gracious” in Slavic or whatever. That’s what Google said, at least.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Cried? I’m actually not sure. Probably reading a book, or in frustration or something. Or, actually, no. It was a few days ago, when I was writing a really sad scene. 

3.  Do you have or want kids?

Kids? I’m sixteen, so no, thankfully. Do I want them? Not particularly, no. I have no patience for children. People are always fawning over how cute they are, but I don’t see it. Don't get me wrong, I don’t hate kids. I just don’t want any.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Only with my brother. I don’t really use sarcasm, but ever since I started to affiliate with Kae and the “clique” of the elite at Briston-Langs, I’ve learned to lie. So sure, I use sarcasm, but I don’t let people know I’m using it. Which is in essence, just lies. 

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Usually, it’s their eyes. “Window to the soul” and whatnot. You can tell everything about someone through their eyes. Lately, though, it’s been their physical appearance. I have to learn to be more aware of what I look like and how I act. Especially when everyone’s watching.

6. What’s your eye color? 

I really don’t know how to describe it. It’s like, a caramel brown. An amber-y kind of hazel. 

7. Scary story or happy endings?

I’m a writer, what do you think I prefer? Don’t get me wrong, I’m a sucker for a happy ending and fairy tale. But honestly, I only end up writing a sad ending. It’s all that I know. And you what they say: write what you know. Also, scary stories are pretty fun. 

8. Any special talents? 

I’ve gotten pretty good at lying. Well, I’ve actually always been good at it. Making excuses and whatnot. Coming up with a story out of thin air? That’s my thing. Also, I can flip a pen around my thumb. Useless, but addicting. 

9. Where were you born?

Leipzig, Germany. It’s a city in the eastern German state of Saxony.

10. Any hobbies?

Writing, definitely. And I also like to doodle pictures of my characters. And recently, snooping around.

11. Do you have any pets?

No, but Oliver and I had a goldfish when we were five. It was named Schleier Schwanz and died the day after. (Der Schleierschwanz means the goldfish in German, and yes, in hindsight, it was a dumb name.)

12. What sports do you/have you played?

I don’t do many sports now. But I used to do Track and Field (I ran the 100 and 200 meter sprints) and I also used to swim (the 200 IM, 200 and 500 Freestyle).

13. How tall are you?

Last I checked, I was 5′5 (but almost 5′6!) and Oliver will never let me hear the end of it. He just hit 5′11 and 1/2. 

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, definitely. Some people find it surprising that I only have a low A in that class. I’m a creative writer, not a theme analyst. I excel in only some parts of Lit class. Also, I have an affinity for the sciences. Not sure why, I just find it fascinating. 

15. Dream Job?

Published writer, without a doubt. But if I can’t make that, I might go into med school, into Neurology. 

And that’s it! Thank you all for being here with Mila today! I’m tagging @the-violet-writer @clarissalopeswriter @marewriteblr @whywritewhenyoucansleep

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