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xogaram · 5 months
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🍒 irie’s nav !
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MOON GARAM (문 가람), more well known by her stage name irie (Hangul: 이리 , Japanese: いりえ), is a South Korean singer under belift lab. She is the only female member of ENHYPEN who debuted on November 30, 2020.
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♡☁︎︎ link(s) :
masterlist 🍒 irie responds
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@ XOGARAM do not plagiarize, translate, copy or repost
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deadbeatson · 11 months
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🐮 ily <3
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send me a 🐮 and i will refresh my pinterest and give u my first four pics as a random moodboard
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seaweedbrainz626 · 3 months
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FINALLY WATCHED THE NEW PJO EPISODE
HERE ARE THE ✨HIGHLIGHTS✨
↬❣️SPOILERS❣️↫
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• the first iris message!!
• LUKE CALLING THEM AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
• Grover giving the satyr’s blessing to the animals and needing Percy to remind him that it’s the human in danger
• and his little ‘them’
• HERMES! (Lin Manuel Miranda)
• The letter ‘to the dumb kids’ (part of Luke’s actions?!)
• Annabeth stealing the god of thieves’ keys (iconic behaviour)
• PERCY DRIVING THE TAXI
• SEAWEED BRAIN AND WISE GIRL!!!
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neonlight2 · 1 year
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Please can you write about the boys not wanting jaehaera to marry prompt
Thank you ❣️
Sure babe, thanks for the request, hope you like it. 🥀
Warning: incest?? (Not actually related but… adoption??), implied vulgarity/smut
Jaehaera Targaryen (OC) x House Targaryen, Hightower, and Velaryons
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Masterlist:
The boys don’t want Jaehaera to get married just as much as she doesn’t…
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To preface, there is no doubt every Lord AND Lady would have their eye on Jaehaera. More so when she comes of age, because as you do— and you will come to see, she does things that surpasses beliefs by then.
Along with the strife for power and wealth, many will simply be enticed by the princess. She is a striking sight to be held. Differing greatly from her family, yes. However the opposition within her beauty only makes her all the more mesmerizing… to everyone.
Her hair, longer and thicker than even the lion on the crest of the house of Lannister— whom would try and fail in humiliating rejection. It was black as obsidian and would sway when not put up. Sometimes, even when it was up, strands would fall, effortlessly finding the middle of her back.
That of which was her biggest controversy.
Her back.
Great lines, mimicking that of lighting within a raging storm, ran across her back. From nape to the bottom of her spine it spiraled and branched to vast whatever left on the sides. It contrasted her skin in every season. Turning a deep red in winter as her skin grew fair from the frosty air and decaying leafs, and white as bone as the sun’s rays caused the air to go hazy in one’s eyes, whilst sinking into flesh— making her a glowing bronze.
Many nobles found her lack of shame for them to be obscene. She seemed to like flaunting them, purposely wearing backless dresses, or ripping her tunics as to “feel the breeze against her skin”. That was the excuse that put Viserys at ease, for at least she was not simply laced by binding leather or cloth, which covered only as much as deemed necessary by Jaehaera. The decision always came down to her mood really.
Yet, as it became normal to people of court, those whom admire her couldn’t help becoming enticed by the scars. Later enticement lead to lust, and the princess was no stranger to things of that nature.
If anyone was lucky enough to even touch the princess, one would live in content for the rest of their life. To bed her was another, far too good to be described by any that had anyway… or maybe too dangerous. (We’ll find that out later.)
As Jaehaera became one with her body, controlling her limbs to her advantage in strategy of battle and manipulation, as well as the curves she had grown fond of, more took notice.
And those that had loved her before it all, well… it wasn’t long until they could no longer idly stand by.
Daemon felt as if he had been struck…
the moment he arrived on king landing soil he had at least expected his brother to welcome him home, being as that he was the one to send him to the wall in the first place. But when his feet hit the ground, and all he was comforted by was the sound of singing not too far away. Was there to be a celebration he knew not of? Daemon refused the idea of being left out of a party, and a part of him was eager to know that this mascaraed was for his victory.
News flash… it wasn’t.
He walked in, already stripped of armor, which he disposed of on the way there, and his eye grew wide. The magical purple of his iris had diminished into the blackness of his pupil. The sight in front of him was something he’d remember always; a cherished memory he wished to relive, yet was only satisfied whilst dreaming.
There she was, at least two feet taller than when he had left, spinning in circles. Her hair was let free, spiraling around with her, making those within her circle have to duck in cover or allow distance in between themselves and the Princess. She was a sight to behold, flush that traveled down all the way to her collar bone, skin glistened in a thin line of sweat from the activity. Daemon would bet that she had been like this for hours. And that was the only thing that irked him; he’d been too late to see the beginning.
While Daemon’s eyes took in all he could, the prince couldn’t help but noticed how her attire changed. How it caressed the curve of her breast, more full than before, whilst gripping her waist tight— as if to tease him. She had always been dangerous, but as Daemon felt his heart skip, he knew that she was now lethal.
“Brother! Finally you’ve joined us!”
His brother had never seemed more irritable.
Viserys was quick to beckon his brother, pulling him into a hug when able. He was definitely more drunk than sober. And it would seem he had his niece to thank for that.
“I thought it best to have a celebration for your return uncle.” Said a familiar voice, one he’d also missed and brought him great warmth.
Oh his princess.
“So this was your doing then, Rhaenyra?” He smiles, cocking his head at her coyly.
Laughing, a small blush creeping onto her face at his attention, she shook her head. “I thought to have a celebration, but Issa qēlos demanded it be done right here.” My star.
Glancing back onto the dance floor he noticed his raven haired beauty was no longer there. “Well she is a force to be reckoned with, that much I know hasn’t changed.” He stated, brows scrunched as he searched.
“Oh a lot has changed while you’ve been away Dae.”
Zipping around, he’s faced with shadow like girl. “Jaehaera.”
Raising a brow teasingly, she tilted her head to look past his shoulder at Rhaenyra. “I suppose he forgot his promise.”
Dawning on him as quick as an arrow, Daemon laughs. “Then allow me to apologize with a dance, Issa jaesa.” My goddess.
She took his hand without hesitation this time, only stopping his lead to whisper into Rhaenyra’s ear— making the pair giggle.
It would seem he’d have to catch up on inside jokes.
And he was right. Daemon’s chin rested comfortably against the crook of her neck, her head now too much of a stretch for him to place it there. As sad as he found the loss, secretly, the Prince couldn’t help but love the fact his nose was nestled close to her jaw. If he were to croon he’d feel her pulse. But he knew better than to do that in front of his brother. Especially since he’d only just returned.
“I’ve been a bit bored without you.”
“Oh? Do tell.” Daemon practically purred.
She hummed in confirmation, “Rhaenyra and Alicent have been the only people to keep me sane around here, and poor Queenie already has to deal with her own pestering suitors—,”
Jaehaera’s almost tripped due to Daemon’s feet halting at an obnoxious speed. She was just about to snip at his behavior when she met his eyes, which were anything but playful. Backing her head slightly to get a better grasp of his expression, she noticed a vein twitching at the side of his head.
“What?”
The word was harsh, force through gritted teeth as his hold on her grew more secure. His arm now wrapped around her middle, whilst his other intertwined with her own.
He was intimidating, no one could say otherwise, but Jaehaera knew better. He’d never actually hurt her, on purpose anyway.
“Don’t ‘what’ me Daemon, and don’t look at me like that. I’ve done nothing wrong.” Jaehaera remarked, pushing her body against his to make him move once again. She didn’t need her father being suspicious of their sudden stop of festivities.
“And it’s not like you’re the one being bothered by a bunch of pompous pricks.”
Shifting his tight jaw, Daemon exhaled deeply through his nose and ease back as much as he could. But his eyes had a mind of their own, jumping to every lord around, marking each one that even dared to glance at the princess as a target.
“What has Viserys said—?”
“He told me that I could do as I wish.”
Daemon’s shoulders loosened at that.
“I’m guessing you put them all in there place then?”
“All the arrogant ones,” she stated with a small smile. “Some were quite polite actually.”
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Daemon twirled her ferociously before picking her up to tower above all others.
“Is that what pleases you? Politeness?”
Biting her lip to surprise a giggle, Jaehaera stared down at Daemon— those amber eyes lit aflame. “Respect is nice, but I do enjoy good groveling.”
Nodding, Daemon lowered the princess slowly till they were face level. He was going to whisper sweet, nasty things to her, wanting to see her blush desperately, but she beat him to the punch.
“I do like my lovers on their knees.”
A guttural moan found itself lodged in the rogue Prince’s throat. “I’ve made you insatiable haven’t I, Issa jaesa.” My goddess.
“You and Rhaenyra alway insist to feed my ego,” she shrugged playfully, slowing as the dance came to an end.
“I’d gladly take the blame. Something divine as you should be worshipped. Settle for no less.”
“I think you just don’t want me to get married.”
“No lord nor lady here deserves you.”
And he meant every word. From then on Daemon was a menace. If anyone approached her and Jaehaera didn’t seem the least bit amused— they were done for. Even in some events where they did please her, Daemon could not help but for jealous by the loss of attention. Sure, he could share with Rhaenyra and his brother, perhaps even lady Alicent at times, but he refused to let anyone outside the tiny circle Jaehaera had made up for herself have her. He was never one to cage her in manner of physicality. It would be hypocritical of him. But he always made it known when it did displease him.
Then he was either scolded or given the attention he had been begging for. Both made his blood hot and his head fuzzy. As long as he kept those addictive eyes on him, and her hand free.
Aegon was a passive aggressive little fucker…
He would shamelessly throw himself onto Jaehaera, being the clingy bitch he is. It didn’t matter if they were at a huge gathering or in their own company— Aegon was touching her in some way or lingering in her vicinity. It had been that way since he was young. She was the only person he ever longed to be with always. And if he wasn’t it was one of two reasons:
1. Jaehaera was traveling, which much to his disappointment was more often than not.
Or,
2. He was compensating for the lack of attention she was giving him by drinking his weight in wine or surrounding himself with women who kept his mind fuzzy enough to imagine that Jaehaera was there with him.
Oh, and Aegon was by far more vulgar than his brother in his affections for her.
It shouldn’t be a shocker how dirty Aegon is. In most regard, Jaehaera was the only figure he ever looked up to and felt completely loved by.
His father thought him a waste of space, a disappointment to his mother, and he fell short completely to his siblings. Not to mention he had little to no relationship to his sister Rhaenyra nor her children— even though he did quite miss his friendship with Jace, whether he admitted or not.
The single bonding factor for his family was her. And in a way, he loved her more for it.
But then again, Jaehaera was there for most of his childhood. Which meant while he was going through puberty, she was the only woman beside his mother and his sister that was around him most of the time. And he found her glorious.
He found that the maids he haphazardly fooled around with to be nothing in comparison. Thankfully however, he did treat them respectfully in that regard. He was still a proud prick about his status, but there’s no way he’d be disrespectful to a woman— especially one he’d slept with, while Jaehaera was around.
She definitely covered for him in the beginning. After finding him balls deep in one of the older ladies of court, when Alicent had been searching for him at during a banquet, she could only laugh to herself and tease him about it later. Nonetheless, she told Alicent he was taking a piss and would be back soon enough.
He would for sure test his limits with her. At first he’d hang on her figure whilst she discussed formal business, totally unamused and making himself busy by playing with the long strands of hair falling to her back. His cheek would lay heavy on her shoulder, collecting sweat in between as time went on, and his fingers would trail. Once he let them glide delicately against her scars, liking the differing texture in skin. At first it could even be counted as innocent, which would only last for a few moments. Soon his hand would trail down, and Jaehaera would sway him hard enough to make him hiss and back off. He’d give her a “sweet” grin and speedily kiss her neck before running away.
Being that as it may, he didn’t take it to kindly when Lords would approach her. Ladies he didn’t mind, and he would admit that it was because he was rather fond of Jaehaera’s ambiguity within sexuality. He just didn’t like when there could be a legal tie involved. And if any lord was to be with her, there was a higher chance to push marriage.
Not to mention, if we’re being completely honest, he just doesn’t like when she pays attention to any man other than him. This included his brother to an extent. But most of the time he needn’t worry, because his family always seemed overly protective and possessive of Jaehaera. So he wasn’t alone in his efforts.
Although, there was an infamous spectacle involving him and Lord Lannister…
“Have you lost your mind boy?!”
Aegon blinked slowly at his father, waiting for this to all blow over, as if dismembering the son of a high lord were a small mishap.
“Father, the only one who’s lost anything is Lord Lannister—,”
“What in the seven hells were you thinking?!” Viserys bellowed
Aemond could help but scoff out a laugh, surprisingly proud of his older brother. To be fair, if Aegon hadn’t done it, he would be the one being scolded.
“Lord Lannister crossed a line—,” Aegon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His head was pounded something fierce, and he couldn’t decide whether to blame the alcohol he had a few hours before or this whole conundrum.
“What? Did he harm your ego so far that it gave you the means to cut off his finger?”
“My king,” Jaehaera stepped forward, brushing Aegon’s side with a gentle hand to his shoulder— a gesture of comfort— without looking at him. “I will speak for him.”
Viserys let out an exasperated exhale, “You protect him too much. The boy has to learn to justify his actions.”
“Father, I only did what anyone else in this family would have.” The prince watched as his father scoffed, taking the hand Jaehaera offered instantly. His mother, Alicent stood by, inching her hand to grab the other in order to feel some relief.
Even she seemed to not believe him.
“Lannister put his filthy hand on Jaehaera.”
Everything went still. All that could be heard was a quick wince come from the tall princess.
She really wished to keep that a secret. Enough trouble had begun already.
“Father, it’s been taken care of.” Her words were meant to coo away any violent thoughts warping Viserys mind, but it hardly worked with so many around.
“You should have aimed for his whole hand.” Alicent stated, anger flashing in her eyes.
“Ali!” Jaehaera hissed, yanking away her hand.
She only received a flickering glance before Alicent shared a knowing look with her husband, then moving toward her son. Eventually kissing his cheek while muttering, “Well done.”
He smiled like an idiot for the rest of the day. Cause I’m his mind…
He still had a chance.
Aemond was possessive, and he wasn’t shy about it…
But he was far more strategic and regal in his affection or actions. Unlike his brother, he understood the importance of court.
Aemond’s touches were subtle and his words witty. He would take every opportunity to compliment Jaehaera. He would even go as far to put the thought of a ball, festival, or banquet into his mother’s head; it was all in hopes of seeing Jaehaera and spending numerous hours with her.
For most of his childhood, her presence was capricious. She came and went faster then the seasons changed. The kingdom would be lucky if she stayed for a month, for there was always work to be done across the sea. There was a rumor that if she and her dragon were to stay longer than a moon’s time then they’d turn to ash. Sadly, Aemond couldn’t prove them wrong.
But when she did come home, it was always when she was urged by her family. Of course, the request had to be occasional, or she’d discard every other one in the fire of Shykros breath or the salty mist below them. Most of the time they knew the chance of impending dance would lure her back.
One of his fondest memories with her was when she had come home two days before the timely hunt of the season, followed by a sleepless night of eating, dancing, and fucking. No one slept of their own free will; it was only until they could no longer stand or ached to move. By royal decree. Part of the few Jaehaera had set into motion.
As she spared with him, a exuberant smile etched into her face, Jaehaera practically twirled with every turn. Disarming him in few minutes, she always picked up his sword (which she gifted him) and spoke eagerly. “Again.”
Dare he say, he’d never seen her so elated during training. Sure, Aemond knew her to be playful and cunning. Perhaps a bit mischievous at time— wicked when provoked— but otherwise she was always calculated while sparring. She practiced like it was battle. As if she would die that very session. The only sign of humanity during the process was shown at the end, after her opponent laid on the floor beneath her. Sometimes if she was too far gone she’d even have them pinned, her foot on their chest and her blade hovering just above their neck.
Rare, but he’d seen it. She was ravenous and chaotic, yet so controlled. Aemond was enthralled by Jaehaera, and he made it known. (Much like Daemon in that regard.)
“Why are you so happy Fae?” A nickname he’d given her in his youth after she told him the tails of fairies and mythology. While magic flowed through his veins, he thought her the definition of magic.
“Why wouldn’t I be happy?” She quipped back, flipping her sword around her hand. “My whole family is to be under the same roof.” Jaehaera was beaming at the thought.
Aemond couldn’t help but feel torn. He loved that expression she was wearing, but what brought her happiness also meant he lost pieces of her. Parts of herself she would give away to his sister and uncle.
“Gods I haven’t seen Nyra in forever.” Jaehaera let out a proper giggle. Eyes shining bright. “Daemon will be there too no doubt. That is if his petty fit is over.”
“It’s diminish the moment he hears your attending.” Aemond said, his tone sharper than he meant. Their blades meeting briefly in the same second.
“Yes I suppose. I haven’t seen him in a month, and I know by the lack of responses to my letters of Dorne he and Nyra’s aren’t necessarily pleased.”
Furrowing his brow, he blocks her advance and lunges to the side. She pounced to the opposite. “Why is that?”
“I was propositioned five times. A valiant effort I’ll give them that.” Jaehaera laughed as her mind wandered far. “I almost said yes to one.”
Aemond couldn’t help but grind his teeth.
He knew she loved Dorne. Everyone knew she loved Dorne. She found their customs more comely than the pristine life at court. It was natural for her to fit in there.
That frightened her family to no end.
Locking his jaw, Aemond fueled his anger into his legs. And for a short time he even managed to back her close to the wall. But they never made it there.
It was quickly over after Jaehaera hit the hilt of his sword, making him stagger— she didn’t care if the sword grazed her skin. Her eyes were always on the prize. Soon enough he was on the floor. Both could only hear each others heavy breathing and the thumping in their chests.
Except Aemond’s heart was fueled by adrenaline and worry.
“I cut you—,”
“It’s alright. My move was risky. You did very well.”
“No, I should have—,”
“Aemond,” she looked down at him, tone stern and hand reached out. “You did well. You’re improving.”
Biting the inside of his cheek, Aemond nodded with a downcast expression. His hand finding hers.
“Would I lie to you?”
“No.”
“Then don’t look as if I have. It’s a happy day, and I expect you to have a glorious time. I can’t dance with moping feet.”
Sure enough, Aemond perked up. She danced with him for almost half the night. In the beginning of the banquet he had her all to himself. He would have accompanied her during the hunt, but Dameon had to fucking steal her the moment he arrived.
Aemond knew he’d have to be a fool not to count Daemon and Nyra as competitors. Seven hells, he felt jealousy creep up his spine when his own mother and siblings had her attention.
He knew about his mothers past with Jaehaera. It was the plot to most of his bestie stories as a child. The fondness of Alicent’s voice while talking about her seeped into his ears like wax on paper. Sealing a decree like a code of honor. Only as he grew older did he recognize the emotion he knew all too well within his mothers eyes. And his brother and sister were no better. 
So he’d use the similarity in interests to his advantage.
If Jaehaera was on training grounds, so was he.
If she was in the library it was because he had ordered new books, told her of them, and awaited for her there. Where they would talk of philosophy, fantasy, politics, and morality. Often whilst sitting in close proximity— enough to be considered in each others laps (head, feet, hips, all were touched when in reach).
He’d ride beside as they flew through the sky. Their dragons kindred. Sometimes they’d race, sometimes Aemond watched as she do tricks— practically hanging from her saddle.
And if this weren’t enough…
He’d place his hand strategically wherever was closest to touching another person. If they were in a group, and someone’s shoulder was close enough to brush against Jaehaera’s— Aemond’s hand was there in seconds. No one but family deserved to touch her, and even then he felt limitations.
He’d see Aegon kiss her skin and cling to her “like a child”. The bastard was more cunning then he let on.
Most of the time he had the strength to let it go, but other times he simply walked over and kicked his brother in the shin.
Holding her hand was his predominant way for showing his affection. He wasn’t shameless like Aegon. He saved farther physicality for private. There he was more aggressive. Constantly grabbing what he was allowed, nudging the rules as him and Jaehaera talked by the fire in his or her room— hand creeping and molding into her thigh.
OH— and the level of obsession he has with her back is insane. Sure, before his own scar, he found them mesmerizing, but after the incident they took on an entirely different meaning for Aemond. He knew how it felt. To be marked. For all the world to see.
What people didn’t know was that her scars didn’t stop at the end of her spine. They went till the middle of her thighs, circling around them like snakes. And a few even made their way around her rib cage, just below her breasts.
Only few had seen them (cough cough– Daemon and Rhaenyra, and a few others you’ll meet), and he’d only got the chance because she needed help replacing her bandages one day after coming back from battle.
She’d never let the maesters treat them. She thought them imbeciles. And if she were to be open— as she was with anyone she allowed to see; they always asked the same question: “How did you get them?”
It was a sensitive topic for her. And the story only made Aemond feel even more encompassed by his love for her. (That’ll be a story for later.)
Let’s just say, he rubbed that in his brothers face— tastefully. No details of her tale, but enough to get back at Aegon for his vulgar comments.
Aemond always kept his eyepatch off when they were alone with each other. Simply because Jaehaera had picked out the very gem laying in his socket, and she said “You look beautiful.”
Let that sink in.
Jacaerys and Lucerys felt the same in this regard…
Both agreed that no one (lord, lady, or ruler) would be worthy of Jaehaera. It was simple as that. A shared idea amongst the whole family. She was the one thing that could unite the feuding sides.
However— unlike their cousins— they viewed Jaehaera like another mother. So while Aegon and Aemond had their own selfish ideals— along with their mother and Daemon— the boys just wanted Jaehaera to be happy.
Yes, they were Rhaenyra’s boys. But they were also her boys.
And from what they could see, and the way in which she spoke to them, she already was happy. Traveling was her passion, and they never wished to see that disappear. She was their idol, who they looked up too (other than Rhaenyra).
She taught Jace everything and anything to do with swordsmanship and whatever else he needed or wanted. The same with Luke. She treated them equally, distributing affection evenly through words of praise, tight hugs and loving pats atop their heads.
Luke never felt left out for his lack of experience in sword craft, nor was he shamed for not wanting his position. She praised him for his kindness and compassion, while others mocked it for weakness. Jaehaera urged his love of music and poetry, and often snuck him out of the palace (as well as Jace if he wished to come) to travel to foreign lands. It didn’t matter if he’d have to go to schooling with only an hour of rest. He’d do it every night if he could.
Jaehaera never once made Jace feel pressured in his title, being heir to the throne— when so many questioned his legitimacy. She would simply say, “if they call you illegitimate than I am a fraud.” For if he could defend her name with valiance and ferocity , then why could he not do the same for himself. She never denied that he was of Strong, but she never let him say that he was not Laenor’s son. Her dear friend doted more dutifully to those boys than most fathers in general. He was, in every sense she believed important, their father.
So… both were more supportive than the rest in the notion of her getting married. Secretly, they may hope she’d marry someone close to them so they could see her more (a little bias towards some suitors). But as long as Jaehaera is happy, they are too.
(We’ll talk about Laenor later, just know he’d support whatever she’d want caused they’re each others emotional support people. Besties for life.)
Viserys hated the thought as well…
and was ever so delighted upon hearing her destain for the idea as well. Hypocritical of him, he’d admit. Pushing for one daughter to marry while pending the other for as long as able; it was chaos he had a hand in. But in his heart and mind he knew it must be that way. But his word always guaranteed the very known truth…
Jaehaera was not to be touched, unless she wished it so.
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(Definitely gonna do the girls later, but I think it’s kinda obvious that they’re somewhat the same as the boys.)
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skztea · 1 year
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fun Imagine: Y/N insists that Connected is not about WiFi and Redlights is not about being just a cute song, how will Chan respond to his lover’s questions?
note: just a short drabble for V day! It was requested by a friend of mine who loves Chan so i guess i’ll spread the love to everyone? enjoy! @bangchanbabygirlx 🌚🌚
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The journey to the restaurant that Chan booked is filled with comfortable silence and if not, soft hums coming from both of you while a common song that you both like are playing.
When connected started playing, a question that you had for the longest time popped into your mind and you decided to ask your lover. “Babe, why would you say that connected is about wifi? I’m pretty sure it isnt”, tapping your fingers lightly against the window, you felt your hand gently squeezed by your partner. “Honey, connected, is definitely about wifi, why wouldnt you trust me hmm?”
Replying patiently, he reached out to squeeze your cheeks a little while chuckling when you pouted at his gesture. “I don’t think it’s as innocent as you declared though…then what about redlights? is redlights about the redlight greenlight game?”
Questioning your lover again, the ambience started to tense up as you heard him scoffed. Keeping silent for a good 15 seconds, he stopped the car by the roadside before answering your question.
“My dear y/n, then what do you think connected and redlights is about?”
Gulping your saliva as you see your partner’s iris darkens, you subconciously licked your lip while you brainstormed for an answer. “Uhh i think connected and redlights have something in common, and that is…”
“That is….?”
“That is…” your voice trailed off as you heard your heart beating faster and louder when your partner pinned you against the car window.
“Tell me baby, what do you think, it is?” lowering an octave in his voice, his hands started wondering around your thighs and waist.
“That is about a man being obsessed over a girl and want to possess and want to you know… do that with her?”
“Do you want to find out the correct answer, baby girl?” His burning gaze ghosted across your face as he gently brushed the tip of his fingers against your lower lips, you started to wonder if you could even have the dinner now.
“Yes…” you breathed against his face that is inches away from yours, earning a smirk from him.
“Shall we u-turn and go back home? I can show you the answer right away, hmm?” Lightly growling while tugging at his necktie, he seem to be ready for a show instead of the dinner that he agreed to bring you upon.
“So it’s not about wifi…” you muttered as you watch your man swarvely making a u-turn back.
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-> Heyyo! It’s valentines day and i hope everyone had a great date or at least have a great dinner with your family and friends❣️ This drabble is requested by my friend for fun and i just thought that there maybe people here who like it as well! Am still busy with submissions so ill just drop this one here first ><
m.list II | a.bout
© skztea — all rights reserved. No plagarising, editing, claiming as own without permission.
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sunshinies · 9 months
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Hi! Could we request names based on Megurine Luka and Albedo (separately if you want) please?
Thank you!
❣️Megurine Luka name suggestions:
Aria , Harmony , Octavia , Iris , Infinity , Maeve , Celeste , Caelestia , Lyra , Lydia , Sontana , Allegra , Seraphine , Leia , Afterglow , Dixie * , Amore , Amaretto , Molly , Milani , Moira , Marilynn , Astraea , Cherry , Kiss , Lilika , Prisim , Rosa
*From Dixie Flatline, a popular producer of Luka songs! ... You may find some of our Miku themed names helpful too ~ Albedo names will be posted separately !
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fairyhaos · 10 months
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I COME WITH MINGHAO
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IT'S HAOOOOOOO MY LOVELY MINGHAO HE'S SO 😭😭😭😭😭😭 HIS ADORABLE ITTLE CHEEKIES N THE :] AND THE FA IRY EARS PLS SKYE YOU GAVE ME EVERYTHING I LOVE YOU 💞❣️💓💞❤❤️‍🩹💕💗
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reflectionfamily · 10 months
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intro to us
- Amy Lee 🎹 (she/her) 18-30
- Annaliese 👑 (she/her) 18-19
- April 💋 (she/her) 24
- Bryce 🏀 (he/him) 18
- Celeste 💎 (she/her) 20
- Chlöe 🪐 (she/her) 24
- Cleo 🫶🏻 (she/her) 23
- Dorothy 🩵 (she/her) 14-18
- Elena 🍭 (they/them) 8-14
- Eliza 💜 (she/her) 18-30
- Esther 🕷️ (she/her) 16
- Iris 🪷 (she/it) 19
- Ivy 🌱 (she/her) 24
- Jade 💕 (shx/hxr) 15-24
- James 🌺 (he/they) 17-19
- Jezebel 🫦 (she/her) 24
- Kat ❣️ (she/her) 12-14
- Kira 💞 (she/her) 14-17
- Lilith 🥀 (she/it) 16-24
- Little Red 🐺 (she/her) 4-10
- Marissa ☂️ (she/her) 19
- Mckayla 🍼 (she/her) 8
- Michaela 💗 (she/her) 14-17
- Mickey 🎲 (she/him) 13-17
- Mikey 🎮 (he/him) 8-13
- Nico 🧸 (he/him) 3-8
- Patricia 🩸 (she/her) 12-17
- Rebecca 🤍 (she/her) 8-12
- Rosalina 🌷 (she/her) 10-14
- Rose 🌹 (she/her) 14-16
- Rosie 💌 (she/her) 6-10
- Ruby 🍷 (she/her) 22-24
- Sarah 🧠 (she/they/fae) 8-20
- Sel 📝 (she/her) 17-24
- Selene ✨ (she/they) 18-24
- Serena 💎 (she/her) 17-24
- Veronica 🎞️ (she/her) 23-24
- Violet 🐰 (she/her) 2-12
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24kmar · 1 month
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𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓: 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆🕯🌬
🤍𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🤍
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🐚𝙿𝙹𝙾 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜🐚
🔮Hecate Cabin #1 🔮
🌟Hecate Cabin #2🌟
🌿Daughters of Hecate🌿
🧹Sons Of Hecate🧹
🏹Eros Cabin #1🏹
❤️‍🔥Eros Cabin #2❤️‍🔥
💋Daughters of Eros💋
🍒Sons Of Eros🍒
🎱Hades Cabin #1🎱
🕸Hades Cabin #2🕸
🎲Sons of Hades🎲
🛹Daughters Of Hades🛹
🌙Selene Cabin #1🌙
🥊Ares Cabin #1🥊
💤Hypnos Cabin #1💤
⚡️Zeus Cabin #1⚡️
⛈️Zeus Cabin #2⛈️
🌩Daughters Of Zeus🌩
🌫Sons of Zeus🌫
🌊Poseidon Cabin #1🌊
🔱Poseidon Cabin #2🔱
🧊Sons Of Poseidon🧊
🐳Daughters of Poseidon🐳
🩵Dark Sons Of poseidon🩵
💙Dark Daughters Of Poseidon💙
💧Dark Cabin Of poseidon #1💧
🪶Hera Cabin #1🪶
👰🏻‍♀️Dark Daughters of Hera👰🏻‍♀️
💍Dark Sons Of Hera💍
🫂Dark Hera Cabin #1🫂
🌈Iris Cabin #1🌈
🍷Dionysus Cabin #1🍷
🐍Medusa Cabin #1🐍
👻Melinoe Cabin #1👻
💭Morpheus Cabin #1💭
🥀Persephone Cabin #1🥀
👑Persephone Cabin #2👑
🌹Daughters of Persephone🌹
🖤Sons of Persephone🖤
♟️Dark Sons Of Persephone♟️
🎸Dark Daughters of Persephone🎸
🐞Dark Persephone Cabin #1🐞
🌘Nyx Cabin #1🌘
🥂Hebe Cabin #1🥂
☀️Apollo Cabin #1☀️
🕊Aphrodite Cabin #1🕊
🦢Aphrodite moodboard based on concept by @murdrdocs🦢
🩷Aphrodite Cabin #2🩷
🌺Daughters Of Aphrodite🌺
🌸Sons Of Aphrodite🌸
❣️Dark Aphrodite Cabin #1❣️
🍓Dark Daughters Of Aphrodite🍓
❤️Dark Sons Of Aphrodite❤️
⚖️Nemesis Cabin #1⚖️
🦉Athena Cabin #1🦉
📕Dark Daughters of Athena📕
🎻Dark Sons Of Athena🎻
🖼Dark Children of Athena🖼
🌱Demeter Cabin #1🌱
🦌Artemis Cabin #1🦌
🔥Hestia Cabin #1🔥
🍏Eris Cabin #1🍏
☠️Thanatos Cabin #1☠️
🍀Tyche Cabin #1🍀
✔️Nike Cabin #1✔️
🛩Hermes Cabin #1🛩
🛠Haphaestus Cabin #1🛠
🐇Psyche Cabin #1🐇
🌬Daughters Of Psyche🌬
🪿Sons of Psyche🪿
🚑𝖠𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗎𝗌 Cabin #1🚑
🩺Daughters of 𝖠𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗎𝗌🩺
💉Sons Of 𝖠𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗎𝗌💉
🐬𝚃𝚅𝙳 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜🐬
🩸Katherine Pierce🩸
🪄Bonnie Bennet🪄
🧣Caroline Forbes🧣
🥃Rebekah Mikaelson🥃
📙Elena Gilbert📙
🦭𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜🦭
💫Stargirl💫
🧛🏻‍♀️How i would be if i was in saltburn🧛🏻‍♀️
🪙Moodboard Inspired By A Post🪙
🧜🏻‍♀️Siren Core Moodboard🧜🏻‍♀️
🪼Mermaid Core🪼
🌝Moon Mermaid Core🌝
🕯Twilight by Boa Core🕯
🐆Le Lecon Particuliere🐆
🍃Brent Faiyaz Girls🍃
💄Blaire Waldorf💄
🪞Vanessa Little Mermaid🪞
🪽VS Angel🪽
🗡Witch🗡
🩸Vampire aesthetic🩸
🪩Crazy girl by Too Poor🪩
🎀Pink Matter🎀
🤍Milo Manheim🤍
🍦𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜🍦
🦇Matt Sturniolo🦇
🦀𝙲𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍🦀
Moodboard for @tearsdntfallbby
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timmymyluv · 2 years
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angel from heaven
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FAKE INSTA
fc: anok yai
another day another soc med au! had this in the drafts for a bit they don’t take too long fortunately 
on pinterest i just compile pics whenever they come up and i wanted to keep up with the representation on my blog! 
<3 
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when you're that girl.
yourusername but I'm your girl 💗
tchalamet and I'm your boy. 
zendaya CUTIESSSS I MISS YALL
tomholland2013 so proud she deserves this!
giselebundchen supermodel ❤️❤️
yourusername from the ubermodel herself te amo
bellahadid goddess among us mortals 🦋
username omg they've been together so long even when they were just starting careers now they're at the top of their fields power couple
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new do>>>
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chloebailey beautyyy ❤️
thomasdoherty gorgeous girl
kiernanshipka 💐💐
gigihadid ilyyy 💖
blakelively love you lots xoxo
harrystyles 🔥🔥🔥
frankocean ✨
haileesteinfield YNNN LIGHT OF MY LIFE
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what a supportive bf! one of the stylists for the fashion shoot spotted timmy at yns upcoming editorial and he is so proud of her what a hype man
username I want what they have
username2 I'm going to cry he loves seeing her shine at her work
username3 and she's just as excited at his new projects as she is really theyre so in love
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past month’s mood board
username omg I remember that day she just spammed her stories with pics of him the effect he has on her
tchalamet the effect she has on me = intoxicating
ynfan we wanna see her but we see her man take over her feed skdkd whipped
user4 ok but thnx to her we don't experience timmy drought as much
timofan omg ur right we have less droughts more harvests and feasts>>
conangray you guys are such a cute couple
dualipa 💗💗
donatellaversace DONATELLA VERSACE 💜💜
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yn,wearing iris van herpen, supporting her bf at his (insert desired timo movie) premiere in london last night!
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tchalamet wow
yourusername stoppp you're making me blush 🙈
username yn has one of the best styles in the industry and she doesn't have a stylist and is always so creative mix and matching newest upcoming designers with classic vintage
champagnepapi ❣️
evanmock miss ya yn!
haileesteinfeld what does he have that i dont 
user4 HAILEE FDGSDF
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my girl.
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kitwasnothere · 4 months
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❣️☂️☕ for iris and axel :))
❣️ - What are their love languages?
For Iris, he's definitely an acts of service and quality time kind of person. Maybe he'd make you a small lunch, or he'll pay for what you're buying, or make your drink in the Mostro Lounge and say it's on the house (it is NOT on the house according to Azul). For the people he loves, he will pay attention 💜
For Axel, it's gift giving and quality time. If you're upset and need cheering up, he'll try his best to put together a small gift for you, whether be it something small he shoddily crocheted, or paper stars in a jar he folded, he'll give you something. He's also willing to spend time with you and go along with your whims or whatever you want to do at the moment, like how he'll follow around Floyd and his 5 million constantly changing whims because he enjoys spending time with his friends.
☂️ - How do they feel about rain?
For Iris, when it rains, it's a minor inconvenience because he usually walks around the school grounds when he's bored. He doesn't really like it when it rains, because it forces him to stay inside, letting his mind wander to the past as he thinks about other times it rained, who was there, what was there.
For Axel, he likes it when it rains because it doesn't really rain under the Coral Sea, unless you swam to the surface. So it's exciting for him, he wants to go out and play under the rain, splash in the puddles and do all sorts of rainy stuff like those children written in human books. It's a new experience for him. Falling sick after playing in the rain, is also a new experience for him. But it was worth it.
☕️ - Coffee or tea?
For Iris, it's coffee. It's strong enough to wake him up when he needs it on particularly terrible days where he doesn't want to get out of bed. Even 900 year old jellyfish-mer are not immune to not-wanting-to-get-out-of-bed syndrome. Still, he thinks it tastes kind of disgusting and doesn't get the people that drink coffee for the taste. If there was a third option, it would be wine for him.
For Axel, it's tea. Even though Axel makes coffee (or tries to and fails terribly) for Azul, he doesn't drink it himself. He can't handle the bitter taste, even if there's a lot of sugar put in it. Caffeine also has a strong effect on him, makes him more hyper and jittery than usual. Axel prefers tea, because it has more variety to it, and it's less intense.
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crisvesan · 11 months
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Fantasía primaveral de la ilustradora Iris Scuccato...🌹🍀❣️
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bitchinbarzal · 4 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/bitchinbarzal/735899070662639616/httpswwwinstagramcomreelcxuizfhr4neigshid
Iris w Luca: 🥰😍🦋🦄🌸✨🌈❣️
Ivy w Ryder: 🤮🤢☠️🐍💥🌪️🔪💣
but also if you so much as offend Ryders worms Ivy will kill you
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seokmatthewz · 9 months
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ohmygosh iri!! IRI!!! HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY <3! you are such a positive presence wherever you go and never fail to make me smile or laugh at your antics hehe 😶❣️ i hope you have an amazing day and I love you so so much!! will always be cheering you on!! mwah 🫶
LYNA MY LOVE!!!!! 💓💖💓💖💘💖💓💖 this is so sweet of u omg 😔😔💗💓💞💓💕💓💞 i am glad my clownery is appreciated i am a noted little jester on my blog abt my silly little guys 😔💞💗💞💖 i am always wishing u the best u have been my dearly beloved mutual thru so many years of my tomfoolery it is forever appreciated!!! i hope u have a wonderful day 💓💞💘💖💘💞💕💗💕💘
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that-worm-rpgverse · 6 months
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Ask/rp blog!(started as a joke)
Welcome to the Worm Kingdom! The adventures of @the05council 's Kandi Worms will be chronicled here as well as any and all interactions with them!
Worms available for interaction(subject to change:
Harold 💗
Sir Wiggles 🧡
Lady Sunshine 💛
Menace 💚
Sadface McGloomy 💙
Hyacinth 💜
Error 404: worm not found 🖤
Bubblegum 💕
Rusty❣️
Velvet ❤️
Coco 🤍
Skrunkle 💞
Tangy 🔥
Sunflower 🌻
Seafoam 🌊
Cobalt 💎
Iris 🌸
More under the cut!!
Mod is referred to simply as Mod, or as [he who writes universes].
Tagging system:
Worm on a string 🌈: general talking
Worm off the string ✨: individual talking
Writer of universes: mod interaction/ooc
Loreposting: info concerning the worm kingdom.
worm naming ceremonies: polls to decide a worm's name
Worms with sunglasses: anon asks
Worm shenanigans: other/miscellaneous
OST of the Kingdom: additions to the worm kingdom playlist here
Wriggling Merchant: seasonal worms
Honorary Worm: wormsonas/fanart
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cryptcombat · 10 months
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i was tagged awhile back by the always epic @roberthouses & @queennymeria (thank you mwaahh 💕💖💕)
OC TAG GAME
✨ favorite oc ✨
probably my babie iris, she’s the oc ive drawn the most i think. she gives me nostalgic vibes of dressing up and playing with my barbies as a kid. teehee :3
runner up: chelsea, ronja, morgan, jade
❣️newest oc❣️
chelsea!!
runners up: i also have a honkai oc named fortuna who smooches sampo
⏳ oldest oc ⏳
jade! she has a special place in my heart teehee :3 jade/l*niuswalked so iris/zenos can run!!
💥 meanest oc 💥
brooke! she’s THE it girl in los santos and likes to boss ppl around :(
runners up: morgan
💘 softest oc 💘
iris and elaine. they’re on the same level me thinks. both always try to see the best in the worst ppl......
runners up:
☢️ most aloof/standoffish ☢️
chelsea. she’s NOT there to make friends at work!! do not approach her!! she gets worse when she get that chrome spider venom in her blood...
runners up: eve, brooke
🎉 dumbest oc 🎉
eve. she does not think before doing anything. really thinks she can solve anything with her fists :(
runner up: vernon
✔️ smartest oc ✔️
vernon, he’s the ultra mad genius scientist archetype. ronja: biology major, enjoyer of random facts that could save her life jade: loves building anything out of scraps and trash, little raccoon <33
👼 ocs i’d be friends with 👼
hmmmmmmmm.... i think iris would let me pet her carbuncle :3
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