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queen-scribbles · 3 years

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You get some of my SWtOR girls; two of them things I’ve been sitting on for a while, and then the new blueberry Jedi, Endrali

So, the first two are semi-related and I’m just gonna sorta do them together. Vica(Jedi Consular) and Khii(Smuggler) both made the opposite choice from what people might expect given their classes and backgrounds when presented the option of Odessen joining the Republic at the end of Onslaught. Vica stayed independent, and Khii joined. (I may have mentioned one or both of those in passing before, but I need to ramble about motivation and that decision as part of their character arcs.)

🖊 That was a really great character moment for Vica. Honestly, the only thing that was on par or bigger was when she started pursuing a relationship with Theron, and I feel like it’s an even bigger deal for her than completing Echoes will be. See, she’s always been the quintessential Perfect Jedi. Humble, kind, self-sacrificing to a literal fault, follows all the rules bc they must be there for a reason.Helpful, sweet, serene, etc etc. She was actually a perfect fit to be my first run through the Consular story, and my “no DS points” toon. The Jedi were her life. She was found to be Force Sensitive at a very young age and whisked away from her parents early enough she doesn’t even truly remember them (doesn’t even know she has a younger sister *cough* Bry *cough* until after founding the Alliance >.>). So she, of course, happily did the self-sacrificing thing to save all the Masters in Act 1. It was her duty; a Jedi’s life is sacrifice, she’s the only one who can do this, she can Save Everyone, no matter what it cost her(sidenote: I really wish they would do something mechanic-wise for the whole “you getting weaker” thing as you shield people). Her views start shifting in Act 2, when she gets to Balmorra, for two reasons:

her massive crush on Tai Cordan that has her questioning the whole “no falling in love” thing even as she tries to ignore her feelings into nonexistence, despite the fact he’s idealistic and kind and driven and a whole host of good, attractive things and she can’t. stop. THINKING about him. It doesn’t go anywhere since BioWare won’t let you flir- I mean, since they both have Responsibilities and she’s trying to be a Good Jedi, which means no attachments like that.

Zenith. The two of them become extremely good friends, even if they seem like polar opposites, and he challenges a lot of the stuff the Jedi spent roughly twenty years drumming into her head, really makes her think about and defend what she believes and why. Some things she’s not budging on; like showing mercy and giving second chances, so they butt heads sometimes still, but they’re unflinchingly loyal to each other and 100% trust each other to watch their backs. (Zenith saying he trusted her felt as much like a victory as completing a romance) He’s the one who really made her start wondering if there was a way to balance her own needs and desires with serving the needs and desires of the Republic and Jedi Council and the Rift Alliance.

She spent the rest of the base game working things out for herself, which means she missed Iresso’s romance, and honestly still feels conflicted about being “selfish” all the way up until the Shadow of Revan prelude stuff, where she meets Theron and goes “OhNO” bc if she thought her crush on Tai was bad, the way her heart sticks in her throat and her words get all jumbled up now are so much worse. And she decides to be selfish for once in her life and thus Theron is the first time she lets herself want something(someone) and actually pursue it, instead of burying the feelings until they go away. (There’s a reason the traitor arc hits much, much harder for her than it did Jaaide, and this is a big part of it)

She finds it a.... tricky but worthwhile balancing act--even if she is a terribly inexperienced flirt, sorry, Theron--to show interest in someone and still mostly be a Good Jedi.But it works. And it makes her happy and the galaxy doesn’t come to a screeching halt, so it’s okay, right?

Over the following years(at least, the ones she’s not frozen in carbonite thanks, Arcann), she also develops her skills at being a leader, not just a diplomat or Jedi, actually a leader. She gets the hang of making decisions not based solely on what the Jedi Code or teachings say, because sometimes they don’t help(sometimes they make things worse), how to run something like the Alliance where everyone is looking to her. And sure, Theron and Lana are a big help and do their share of the work(and then some, on occasion), but she is the Leader. The Commander. And she is proud, in the proud-parent sense, of what they build, and what they endure. And much as being a Jedi still means to her, when given the chance to rejoin the Order and tie Odessen to the Republic she served for so long, she finds she likes the idea of being an independent ally more. She likes being her own person, just with Jedi values as part of her moral code. She likes having that independence and not having to abide by rules and decisions she didn’t help make. (she likes waking up next to her husband every morning, his fingers running over her tattoos, as both of them wonder how they got so kriffing lucky) It was definitely a defining character moment for her that she said no to the Chancellor’s offer. I was honestly sort of proud of her; she was my fourth toon through Onslaught and I thought she’d want to rejoin. But she went “Nah, that’s not me anymore” and it made my day. (nothing against the Jedi or the Republic; I just love it when my characters develop and grow and do unexpected things)

🖊 And Khii. Khii was the opposite; she grew up on Nar Shadda, with no parents after age six. She doesn’t even know if they abandoned her or were killed or what; just that they left one day and never came back. So she got thrown into the life of a street orphan and had to take care of herself. No family, no home, no knowing who she could trust. Not daring to get attached to anyone bc you never knew when a gangster would decide you looked at them funny, or someone would OD or a slaver would come though... there was a long list of ways to lose friends. Better not to have any to start with. Over the course of the base game, the Republic started to feel like a home. An imperfect one, sure, but better than where she came from. And she got attached. Her crew is her family, Bowdaar is her wing Wookiee, and she’s actually pretty happy with the privateer gig. Girl does what she has to to survive, and a steady paycheck from one of the biggest powers in the galaxy is a pretty solid way to do that. (Darmas and Dodonna’s betrayal really stung for her. She’s my only Smug so far who actually killed Darmas bc she was so darn pissed at him. Also, she never liked him. Wanted to shoot him any time he hit on her.). So, of course, much as the Alliance also feels like a home and a family by this point, she really liked the sense of belonging she had as a Republic Privateer and she likes the idea of funding help, so she was saying “sign me up” almost before Chancellor Rans finished talking.

🖊 For Endrali, since she’s only just landed on Coruscant, we’re going with pregame backstory. SO. She’s a child of the Sabosen family (Sabosen’dra’listral for her full name), who are responsible for social aspects like justice and education among the Ascendency in Legends canon. Given the Chiss views on the Force, it was something of a problem for her family when two year old Endrali started making her toys float just by wiggling her fingers. Her parents are both highly placed in their fields, and having a Force sensitive child would be damaging to an extent they weren’t sure they could weather. They managed to hide her away with excuses about being a sickly child until she was four. At that point, her powers were strong enough they couldn’t hide her anymore, and whispers and rumors were starting as to what could be wrong with this child that no one had seen her in two years, and they knew they’d have to give a more satisfactory answer soon.

Her father was.... acquainted with a trader who occasionally visited the fringes of Chiss space, but was not Chiss himself. He happened to come through as they were deciding their course of action, and so Endrali’s parents gave her to this trader, told him to find her a home somewhere outside Chiss space, and paid him handsomely for the trouble. They told any who inquired that Endrali had succumbed to her illness and they were devastated by the loss of their child(which they were; they did love her, they just knew if she stayed it would be death or exile for her and shame for them).

The trader actually kept his word. His first stop was Coruscant, where a Jedi sensed how strong Endrali is with the Force and persuaded the trader to let her take this little Chiss girl for Jedi training. It fulfilled his goal, and Jedi are trustworthy, so the trader agreed rather easily. Endrali’s parents had given him some of her things, which he passed on to the Jedi--including documentation with both her full name and her core name, and a note insisting whoever adopted her never let her come “home”.Those records went in an archive somewhere and were essentially forgotten. She was introduced as Endrali, raised as Endrali, happy as Endrali. The Jedi are her family, and she is content.

#oc gush #vica nerai #khii mera #endrali jade #phew that got long xD #sorry? or not

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trans-fushiguro · 5 years

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In a Week

Narancia has a huge crush on the cute boy in his Literature class who smells like flowers.

NaraMis Week 2019 - Day 4: Fear/Comfort/Flowers

So this is my first time posting a fic on tumblr but i got a shit ton of other fics, mostly overwatch, taz amnesty, and jojo fics on ao3 so feel free to check them out!

This was a part of NaraMis Week that was organized by @blubby-glub and just decided to post here bc i actually liked it

You can read this fic on ao3 here

The first time Narancia meets Mista, he almost runs him over.

He didn’t mean it at all! It was that all three of them were running late, Abbacchio having left the house in a hurry, driving in a way no self-respecting police officer should drive. All three of them had slept pass their alarm and the only reason they were awake was by the sole fact that Fugo had yelled a curse out loud, startling him and Abbacchio awake. Class started at 7:20 and to say they were running late was an understatement. They had ten minutes to get the school, and by god will Narancia get them there on time, traffic laws and the usual twenty-five-minute drive it took to get there be damned.

Let it be known that Narancia doesn’t usually (read: ever) drive. Driving was left up to Fugo, who while prone to a severe case of road rage, is quite the good driver. The only reason that Narancia was driving that instant was because of Fugo not being able to find his license. Leaving Narancia to be the driver for the day. Something Narancia hated six minutes later, four minutes to go before the two were officially late.

Narancia was gunning down the road, definitely over the speed limit when he notices two figures starting to cross the road. Fugo shouts and Narancia curses, slamming the breaks. He probably would’ve hit the taller of the three were it not for the other two quickly pulling the other back and out of the way. The group of five stared at each other, shocked and a little terrified at what had almost occurred before the girl of the group recovered and threw them the nastiest glare either of the boys had ever seen.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going! You couldn’t have almost killed him!” she shouted, anger making her frame tense. Narancia gulped. Man, she is terrifying. She turned to her companions, a blonde kid and the guy with the beanie. “Are you okay? That idiot didn’t manage to clip you right?” she asked, another poisonous glare thrown at them. The taller of the boys nodded, releasing a shaky breath.

“Yeah, yeah, no, I’m fine! Just a close one,” he laughed weakly, glancing at Fugo and him. Narancia felt himself dying of embarrassment. Before either of them could open their mouth to apologize, the blond in the back pipped up.

“We have two minutes left. We got to go,” the other two cursed and the trio ran off towards the school. Narancia and Fugo stared after them for a solid minute, before Fugo broke the silence.

“You… are never allowed to drive again…” he said slowly, staring after the group as they entered the building. Narancia nodded.

“Agreed,”

They got there late. Fugo flicked him upside the head as they ran down the hallway, dipping into a classroom on his way. Narancia grimaced and picked up his pace. Maybe Risotto hadn’t shown up? He kept that hope as he turned and ran to his classroom almost slamming into the door. He throws it in, heaving only to have the whole class and Risotto stare at him. So much for that dream. Risotto raised a thin white eyebrow.

“Sorry…” he heaved, still searching for air. The teacher just rolled his eyes and gestured to the last open chair, that happened to be with the last person Narancia wanted to see right now. He wasn’t sure what god he pissed off that lovely Tuesday morning but damn it if karma wasn’t helping them. Sitting in the desk at the back was the dude with the beanie. The one he almost ran over.

Narancia didn’t know if he should laugh or just cry at this point.

“Narancia, if you would please take a seat over there next to Guido so I can continue the lesson you rudely interrupted? Thank you,” the man said, a little exasperated.

“Sorry, sir,”

“Don’t let it happen again,”

Narancia felt dread as he walked to the back of the room. The boy didn’t notice he was there until he pulled the chair, the legs scraping against the scratched linoleum, causing the other (Guido, his brain supplies) to jump in his seat, startled. He can hear a sigh from the teacher. Oops. It’s not even eight yet and this might just be one of the most horrifying and embarrassing days of his life. Must be a new record. Guido stares at him, surprised as he sits down, before turning back to his doodling. Narancia tries to ignore the haunting situation he finds himself in. He tries to focus on the lecture but he couldn’t care less about the difference between a Shakespearean and Petrarchan sonnet, and so his eyes begin to drift. They end up landing on Guido.

The other boy was taller than him and seemed a bit more muscular. He wore a purple beanie and a striped baggy shirt. He could see some curls peeking out from beneath his hat. He had long lashes and the darkest eyes he’s ever seen. He was focused on his doodling, brows slightly furrowed and tongue peeking out slightly. Narancia glanced and saw he was doodling flowers, different kinds. Narancia didn’t know much about flowers but the little drawings were pretty nice. He noticed a bundle of roses, what was probably a daisy, a tulip, among others. It was pretty cute. He was pretty cute. Dear God, he almost ran over the cute boy in his literature class who draws flowers. The situation had been present in his mind, yes, but it hadn’t quite sunk in that 1) the almost-victim of the vehicular manslaughter he almost committed is just his type and 2) he would have to see him every other day for the rest of the school year.

Narancia groaned and put his head on his desk. Quite possibly the worst day of his life. He can already imagine Fugo’s sadistic glee at seeing him suffer like this. He felt a soft tap at his head, he groaned. He didn’t even care if it was his teacher, he just needed to suffer for five minutes an then he’ll be somewhat okay. The tapping returned, just a little more prodding, and that’s when Narancia noticed that the tapping was coming from his other side. He felt mortification engulf him as if he was thrown into a lake. He snapped his head up quicker than he thought, headbutting Guido, who had leaned in a little closer than he expected. The other boy hissed in pain, hands shooting up to cover his nose. Narancia cursed, having slammed his knee with his desk when he jumped up.

“Narancia, how many times will I have to call you attention in this class?” Risotto approached them, voice tired. The whole class stared at the two of them, not that Narancia noticed as he was too busy looking at Guido horrified. The other’s nose had started bleeding. The older man turned to look at Guido holding his nose and Narancia’s hand rubbing his bruised leg and sighed.

“Both of you go to the nurse’s office,”

Narancia couldn’t even reply, he felt horrified. Guido nodded and began to stand up, spurring Narancia into action. He winced at the pain in his leg.

“Thank you, R-Mr. Nero,” he said, quickly before whispering, “You think you can not mention this to Abbacchio?”

“Not a chance.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

He and Guido left the room, Narancia making sure there was enough distance between the two. He didn’t want to trip Guido or anything, because knowing his luck, he might just break the other’s arm or something. In moments like this, he was glad Fugo wasn’t around. He thinks his brother would have just died of laughter at the hole Narancia’s dug himself in. It was kind of pathetic.

“Hey, uh… Narancia, was it? Can we stop by the bathroom? I could use a napkin�� or two for, you know,” Guido said, gesturing to his nose. His voice sounded a bit nasally from the pressure he was putting on his nose, blood dripping from his nose through the cracks in his fingers and down his chin. Oh, yeah. That would’ve been smart. Great thinking Narancia.

“Y-Yeah! Of course!” Narancia was never going to leave the house ever again, education be damned.

After a quick detour to the bathroom, they arrived at the nurse’s office. She gave an ice pack to Narancia to keep the swelling down and gave some cotton balls soaked in alcohol to Guido. The two sat next to each other, Guido’s head tilted back, and Narancia fighting not to bounce his injured leg. The silence felt oppressive to him.

Just talk to him, introduce yourself to him. ‘Hey, I’m sorry for almost hitting you with my car and for headbutting you!’ Easy, you got this!

“You should look both ways when you cross.” What the fuck. Guido gave him an incredulous look.

“Are you serious?” Why was he built like this?

“T-That’s not what I meant! I really really did not mean for that to come out?” He panicked, flailing his arms around. This is officially the worst day of his life. “I meant to say sorry! For almost hitting you with my car! This morning! Hi, I’m Narancia! Also sorry for headbutting you! It’s just not been my day and I was speeding and your name is Guido isn’t it? That’s a nice name! Uh, anyways! I’m sorry for um almost killing you? God, that’s horrifying. Your friend is also really scary, she terrified me and my brother. Why do I keep talking? I AM SORRY!”

Mista blinked, taken aback by the speed at which Narancia delivered his small, disjointed speech. Narancia was already choosing which kind of coffin he would like to bury himself into. He’s thinking nice mahogany, painted black. He thinks Abbacchio would like it.

Guido opened his mouth, Narancia already finalizing his testament, but was interrupted when a man with a black bob opened the door. He wore a long-sleeved loose shirt, with light washed jeans and rubber boots. His eyes swept through the room before landing on the two boys.

“Hey, Bruno…” Guido smiled sheepishly, the cotton ball still held near his nose. “Funny seeing you here,”

The man, Bruno, just stared at the other, unimpressed.

“When I told you that I was picking you guys early, it wasn’t a free pass to get sent to the nurse’s office.” Mista shrugged.

“It was an accident.” Bruno huffed, rolling his eyes. Narancia could see a soft smile grace his features.

“Sure it is. Either way, I’m glad you are okay. Let’s go wait for Trish and Giorno.” From behind the older man, Narancia catches the glimpse of a police hat and silver hair. Oh shit. Abbacchio appears behind Bruno, saying a soft excuse me, before his eyes land on Narancia. They look at each other for a solid minute. Abbacchio turns to Guido and Bruno, the latter helping pick up the former’s bag while Guido wiped the blood from his face. Abbacchio turned back to him.

“What the fuck, kid?” Narancia would like to know too.

Fugo had had a field day with this one, his adopted brother laughing for five minutes straight. Whenever the laughter would petter down, one look at Narancia would start the laughter again. Finally, Abbacchio took pity on him and put an end to it.

“Alright, Fugo, lay off. Sure he almost hit this guy with the car, ran into the class all sweaty and gross, which Risotto texted me about just so you know, and then proceeded to headbutt the same kid and bruise the hell out of his own knee in the process is funny, but you should stop teasing him about it,” the policeman said from where he was cooking the dinner for the night. Fugo cackled and Narancia slammed his head on the table.

“I hate you both,”

The idea of going to school was haunting. Even if Abbacchio let him stay home the next day, he still had to face Guido. Something he really didn’t want to do. He felt both relieved and upset that Guido wasn’t there in the first block. It wasn’t until lunch when he was sitting with Fugo, waiting for Sheila, that he got an answer. The blond kid that had been with Guido approached them. He looked at the small group before his eyes landed on Narancia. The kid looked pretty small and skinny, but he was still at least an inch taller than Narancia. Maybe he was here to fight him? He did almost run over his friend.

“You’re Narancia right?” he asked, voice devoid of emotions. Oh, yeah. Narancia’s going to get destroyed.

“Why do you ask?” Fugo questioned, sitting up a bit straighter. The blond turned to him, raising an eyebrow. Sheila approaches them, drinking a juice box.

“My brother asked me to give this to a Narancia,” he said, holding up a little box none of them have noticed. “Which surprises me, considering you guys almost ran him over with your car,” Sheila choked on her juice, turning to the blond. The blond nodded to her.

“Hey, Sheila,”

“Wait, Giorno, you’re telling me it was these idiots that almost ran over Mista?” her voice trembled with laughter as she turned to stare at the two. Fugo and Narancia grimaced. Sheila’s eyes grew bright and she laughed. “Narancia, I can’t believe you almost hit Mista with a car, and then gave him a bloody nose, this is rich.” Giorno shook his head, a smile on his lips. Narancia relaxed. If Giorno was here to beat him up on behalf of his brother, he probably wouldn’t be amused by the situation.

“Anyways, are you Narancia or not? Mista told me to give this to you. He would’ve done it himself, but he’s a bit sick,” he said, holding out the box. Narancia nodded, taking the box. Giorno hummed, then waved to Sheila before walking away. Narancia stared in wonder, opening the box and seeing a single rose with a small note tied to it. Narancia gently took the note out.

“Water under the bridge. Call me Mista.”

After the most horrifying day in his life, everything with Mista smoothed over.

Mista introduced Narancia to his younger siblings. Giorno looked at him, vaguely smug-looking, almost like a cat. Trish stared at him, almost as if searching for something. Whatever she found must have satisfied her as she smiled at him and allowed him to sit. Narancia felt slightly nervous around her. Mista’s siblings were scary, despite being only sophomores. They looked like they knew more than they let on, blue eyes peering into his soul. He shivered, glad and a little exasperated that Mista didn’t really notice.

He also introduced Mista to Fugo, who had apologized for almost running him over. Narancia was a little jealous it went over better than how his apology had gone. SHeila had already been friends with Mista and his siblings, so it was quite easy for the two of them to just sit with the others. Apparently, Trish was the girlfriend Sheila had been talking about. Narancia liked it, it was nice to have a little group. It was nice to be able to hang out with Mista.

Mista, who he still had a major crush on. The more he learned about the other, the more infatuated he became. He had the same sense of humor as Narancia and liked the same music. He smelled like flowers and rich earth, something that was a mystery to him. Mista also loved flowers. It was something he’d noticed amongst the foster siblings. They all had the same affinity to nature in general. They all had that same pleasant smell.

He was looking for flowers to put on his mother’s grave. His usual shop had closed early for the day, so he searched for another shop nearby. He almost missed it in the search results, but the name drew him in. La Calendula.

It was his mother’s favorite flower. A smile graced his face as he wrote down the address. He called out to Fugo and Abbacchio, telling them where he was going. They let him go alone. It was something Narancia needed to do alone, with relative peace.

He set off, walking the ten minutes to the shop. It was small, yet looked well taken care of. The sign was hand-painted and there were displays of flowers in the window. He opened the door, a bell softly tingling, announcing his entrance. The man behind the counter looked up, squinting, before giving him a beaming smile.

“Hello, welcome to La Calendula! How may I help you?” the man asked, voice strong and warm. He looked familiar to Narancia. Something about the short black hair and blue eyes tickled at his memory. He let it go. He’s never been here before so it was probably a weird bout of déjà vu.

“Yes, I was wondering if you could help me pick out a bouquet for my mother’s grave? The flower shop I normally go to closed early for the day and I’ve been meaning to swing by to visit her,” To Narancia’s relief, the man didn’t give him a look of pity, just hummed and pondered for a second, nodding, and looking knowingly at Narancia. The look looked incredibly familiar. It almost reminded him of Trish when she was plotting.

“I think I have an idea as to what to do,” he said, before turning back and calling out to the backroom. “Mista! Bring out some sunflowers and peonies!” he paused for a second, before continuing. “Call Giorno and see if the larkspur and gladiola are ready!” He heard a familiar voice shout back in affirmation.

Narancia’s brain stopped. Huh. Now everything made sense. The man was Bruno, the siblings’ foster dad, and owned a flower shop. That why the siblings smelled like that and why they all held an affinity to flowers. The rose Mista gave him. Makes sense. He, however, wasn’t ready to see Mista walk out of the back looking incredibly adorable.

Mista carried a few containers of flowers, most likely the one’s Bruno called for. They were beautiful, a combination of colors but what was even more beautiful was the boy carrying them. His curls were freed from his everpresent hat, small flowers weaved into them, making them pop with color. His eyes were bright and happy, looking at peace amongst the flowers. He had a streak of dirt on his cheek, his freckles seemed to pop out more, most likely from him being in the sun. He was dressed simply in an oversized white shirt and with overalls on, the strap sliding off his shoulder.

Narancia was in love.

Mista then seemed to notice him, eyes widening and he stumbles, almost dropping the containers if not for Bruno stepping in. Narancia misses the knowing look and grin Bruno flashes Mista. Mista’s cheeks color, clearly embarrassed. Narancia wishes he could take a picture of how beautiful he looks.

“H-Hey, Nara! Didn’t know you were here!” Mista said, shooting a glare at Bruno, who responded with a smile, patting Mista’s shoulder.

“I’ll be out back if you need me!” Bruno said, winking. Mista groaned. “Behave yourself!”

The two stood next to each other, just staring not knowing what to do. Mista’s blush had quickly spread to the tips of his ears, and he stuttered out.

“Hey, how help can you? I mean, how you can help. Fuck.” he took a deep breath. “How can I help you?”

Narancia softly laughed. He gestured to the flowers Bruno left on the counter.

“Just these. I need an arrangement,” he said, enjoying the sight of a flustered Mista. It was really cute. Narancia wasn’t the brightest, but he definitely wasn’t blind to see Mista’s reaction was a result of infatuation. He felt light and airy, seeing that they had the same effect on each other. The other boy laughed as well, a little jittery, and nodded, going to the flowers. The two began chatting, talking about anything that popped into their mind, Narancia enraptured in watching as Mista efficiently started building the arrangement. He used burgundy, pink, and white, adding the yellow of the sunflowers to pop. It was beautiful, and from the soft smile pulling at the sides of full lips and the crinkle at the corner of his eyes as he stared at the flowers, Narancia knew he loved what he did here. And when Mista gave him the same look, eyes soft and shining, Narancia caved in.

Careful with the flower arrangement, he leaned forward, getting close to Mista. Violet looked into coal, and their lips met. It was a sweet kiss, soft and slow. Narancia could breathe Mista’s fresh scent, stronger than it ever was. It was comforting and sweet. Narancia felt like he could stay there, drinking in all of Mista for hours, and by how hard they were smile, teeth clinking against each other, it was mutual.

“Finally! About time!” The two were startled apart, Mista whipping around to see his whole family there. Trish had been the one to yell and was beaming, Giorno had a mischevious grin on his face, a camera in his hands. Bruno smiled at the two softly. Mista instantly went red, Narancia not far behind going by the haet he feels flooding his cheeks.

“Are you guys serious?! Get out!” he shouted in indignation and embarrassment. The three laughed at his expense, leaving the two alone, Giorno throwing a quick quip in Japanese at Mista that had the other yelling after him, the blond leaving with a giggle. Mista turned back, sheepishly.

“Sorry about that, you know how it is,” Narancia smiled, and gave him another soft kiss. Mista reciprocated happily.

“It’s okay,” Narancia breaks apart and presses their foreheads together, giving Mista a soft look, repeating something from what felt like yesterday.

“Water under the bridge.”

#naramis #naramis week #naramis week 2019 #writings

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sybcritics-blog · 5 years

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( lee jooheon, cismale, he/him, 24. ) — CHOI JUNGWOO, better known to the authorities as VULCAN, has been working for the kumiho for around SIX YEARS as a JANITOR. rumor has it, they can be DARING & KALEIDOSCOPIC but also IRASCIBLE & SYBARITIC which is why blood-stained hands, all black wardrobes, crooked smirks, and weaponry makes me think of them.

hey demons, it me, ya girl, gem ... back at it again, only this time my character is worst than the first one. which is saying something because oof minwoo was an absolute disaster ! so if that gives you any idea as to how this shithead is gonna be, that should be a clue !

again, his whole backstory isn't completely figured out but i have what i've already figured out below the cut, as well as his basic information, personality & some wanted plots i have for him !

if you want to plot with this lil pyro, smash that like button & i'll come to you ! or of course, if you like d*scord better than tumblr feel free to add me on there ( @𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕂𝕃𝔼𝕍𝕠𝕊𝕊!#9330 ) & we can plot from there !

BASIC INFORMATION.

full name: choi jungwoo. nickname(s): jun, woo. age: twenty-four. date of birth: october 31st. birthplace: daegu, south korea. current location: seoul, south korea. ethnicity: korean. nationality: korean. gender: cismale. pronouns: he / him / his. orientation: pansexual. crew position: janitor. occupation: instagram model / youtuber. ( eboy basically ig ) language(s) spoken: korean, english, chinese, japanese, spanish, greek, thai & french.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: lee jooheon ( joohoney ) of monsta x. hair color: changes frequently, currently dark brown. eye color: brown. height: 6 ' 1 ". weight: 175. build: athletic. tattoos: far too many to count. piercings: multiple in his ears, a tongue piercing, nipple piercings, a scar on his right brow from an old brow piercing.

HEALTH.

physical ailments: alcohol abuse, drug abuse & lactose intolerance. neurological conditions: back pain & occasional migraines. allergies: pollen, mold, dairy, shellfish. sleeping habits: 3-4 hours a night, restless. eating habits: mostly junk food, fast food & take-out but he does enjoy going to fancy places every once in a while as well as cooking meals at home. exercise habits: jogs every morning, is in a boxing group that meets every week. body temperature: hot natured. addictions: alcohol, tobacco, drugs & sex. drug use: frequent. alcohol use: frequent.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 1. )

label: the cataclysmic. positive traits: daring & kaleidoscopic. negative traits: irascible & sybaritic. fears: large bodies of water. hobbies: boxing, card games, video games, reading, cooking, comic books, jogging. habits: tbd. quirks: tbd.

FAVORITES.

season: fall. color(s): black, red, green. music: isn’t super picky, doesn't care for country. movies: mostly action, suspense, horror & comedy. sport(s): watches baseball & hockey. beverage(s): anything but sparkling water. food: fast food. animal: dogs.

FAMILY.

father: tba. mother: tba. sibling(s): younger sibling, nineteen. children: n/a. pet(s): german sheppard puppy. family’s financial status: upper class.

EXTRAS.

zodiac sign: scorpio. mbti: entp-a. ( the debater ) enneagram: type eight. ( the challenger ) temperament: choleric. hogwarts house: slytherin. moral alignment: chaotic neutral. primary vice: lust. primary virtue: pride. element: fire.

BIOGRAPHY.

born in daegu sk to a lawyer and a police officer, jun's life was always pretty strict.

they always made sure he was living like they wanted him to, cracking down and making sure he was behaving & that his grades were at the top of his class.

little did they know that their son found ways around having to obey everything they said, sneaking out of his bedroom window to roam the streets of daegu in the middle of the night & things like that.

that's also where he first found his interest in fire, seeing people mess with small bonfires / fireworks all the time caused him to grow curious.

so one night on one of his adventures, he approached a group of kids that were probably only a few years older than him and they allowed him into their group & allowed him to start messing with the fireworks himself.

it was from that moment on that he started to rebel a little bit more with each day that passed, eventually sneaking out & staying gone the entire night only to sneak back up through his window, get 2 hrs of sleep and then head to school.

parents never figured out about it though, he was good at lying to them & anyone with any sort of 'authority' so he was able to continue pleasing them & pretending to be this pefect son all while living the life he actually wanted to live.

the only thing that came as a shock to his parents was him moving out at the age of sixteen, getting his own apartment and whatnot so he'd stop having to hide how he wanted to live or have to sneak out of his own home.

however, to them, they just thought he wanted to become more of an adult & so they never really questioned it or checked up on him without warning.

he had just turned eighteen when he was approached by the mastermind after getting into a fight at a bustling club, leaving the other person laid out on the ground while jun barely had any injuries whatsoever.

the mastermind offered a job, keep people quiet or clean up after the ones who can't and you'll get paid shit tons of money... who was jun to turn that offer down?

a few months after that is when his instagram persona started forming, posting his outfits on the app started to cause people to follow him & ask for more... n before he knew it, he was getting agents messaging him offering to be HIS agent & allow him to make even more money just by posting the simplest of things on a daily basis.

again, who was he to really turn down the offer? especially considering the fact he'd already grown a taste for all things expensive.

& thus, jun's double life began once more, though this time, both sides of his life were things he truly enjoyed.

PERSONALITY. ( PT 2. )

the Worst...

short-tempered as heck, will snap on people for breathing in his direction wrong if he's in one of those moods...

loves violence... it's a problem. will be that asshole who starts bar fights just so he can fight someone ksfjghsdf

.... if you haven't figured it out, the boy loves to play with fire. constantly burns stuff, always tries to take things of other peoples to burn them. also likes to ... possibly set empty buildings on fire only to watch them burn down. yike.

can be extremely goofy & joking one moment and then the biggest grumpy asshole the next. all really depends on his mood at the time.

when he's in a good mood though, he loves to mess with people & joke around or just go explore the area. day trips are his favorite thing in the world even though he won't admit to it.

however, when he isn't.... don't mess with him bc he will probably try and snap ur head off or yell at you for the dumbest shit. probably figures out he's being a dick a little too late but will still own up to it and apologize eventually.

a bit of a wild card, honestly. you never know what mood he's going to be in or what's going on in his head at any given moment.

a heaux, shock shock... but like actually really bad abt it, constantly has some new hook up or something like that.

this is a work in progress as well so that's all i've got atm

PLOT IDEAS.

someone from his past who knows that his father is a police officer & constantly gets on his ass for all the stupid shit he does bc they don't want him getting caught let alone his own father finding out.

his go to person for all things stupid as fuck. getting high on the roof? check. getting drunk & dancing on the bar? check. walking around seoul at 4 in the morning? check.

the fire & ice combination we all want for our muses, they fight, bicker, try to throw hands w each other even but at the end of the day, they actually care about one another.

someone who's able to see the softer side of jun, either by just being around for his 'down' days, or finding out that a sleepy / just woke up jun has a tendency to be soft and a tiny bit needy.

the jokester friend who's always pranking jun & jun tries to one up them & get his revenge.

the LOATHING plot... idk what it would be for but they just literally can't stand each other & they make sure it's known to the world.

someone who puts up with his instagram persona and goes on shopping trips & appears in the dumb videos he uploads to both instagram & youtube.

speaking of,,,,, the 'dating' rumor. basically they're really close friends & are seen by the media together a lot so people just assume they're a thing & start getting hashtags about them trending as well as all the other fun stuff that goes along with that.

will add more as they come to mind !

#kumiho.intro #“ ━━ ◤ big dumbass energy. ┊ out of character. ◢#look i finally did it !!!

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countdown to 24: selected days from the 30 days of character development meme

day one. introduce your muse

kwon heera, born heera marie kwon, is the lead vocal and lead dancer of gold star media’s girl group DIARY. she has also become known for her roles in tv dramas.

day two. talk about your muse’s childhood

heera’s upbring was all over the place. she was born whilst her parents were on vacation to france. she spent her first few years near the palo alto area, where her parents had settled years earlier, and then moved to a permanent home in beverly hills. she also visited her mother’s hometown of seogwipo, jeju & seoul quite often. growing up, quite literally, next door to hollywood stars she always dreamt of being an actress. she quickly saw the flaw in this. one, she lacked the visuals to really make it in hollywood. two, there weren’t many people who looked like her on the big screen. three, her parents weren’t very supportive of this dream. thus her dream of becoming an actress was shelved. she realized she wanted to be an idol the day of her first plastic surgery. she wanted the fame, and she thought being an idol would be an easy way to receive love. it wasn’t until much later that she realized her dream of becoming an actress could come true as well.

day three. takes us back to when your muse was either recruited or auditioned to become an idol?

heera can remember that summer day in 2010 as if it was yesterday. she had just gotten back to seoul from namhae. since her body was still recovering from the latest surgery she had taken a train, the trip had lasted five hours and she was exhausted. instead of going straight to bed, her cousin took her out to eat. it was there, somewhere in itaewon, that a scout from bc ent. stopped and gave her a card. heera had already planned to audition to the company so she’d seen the scout a sign that this was her destiny. the audition was nerve wrecking to say the least. heera had never taken a dance class in her life, much less a vocal class. she practiced for a couple weeks before attending an audition. she sung tear drops in the morning by gold star soloist 1. if she were to give her past self some advice it would be to not audition at all. to walk out of that room and go back home to california, finish high school, and enroll in university like her father wanted.

day four. remember the trainee days?

the first year of training was crazy. she had never lived in korea for more than a month or two at a time and getting used to the culture was difficult. she worried a lot about being seen as an outsider. thankfully there were other trainees who spoke english and she mostly clung to them. school was difficult too, heera was supposed to start her senior year in 2010 and she ended up using tutors to finish high school. while in bc she worried everyday about not being able to debut soon. bee had debuted just that year after all. when she didn’t make it into lipstick’s lineup she saw it as a sign to not renew her contract with the company and moved to gold star. the change was shocking and abrupt and her time as a gold star trainee is hardly a time she likes to remember.

day five. recall your muse’s debut

DIARY’s debut now feels like the distant past. after releasing pre-debut singles she had already gotten a taste of fame. but nothing would prepare her for the hectic schedule that would come with piano man. as far as her thoughts on the concept and such...heera didn’t hate it. she wasn’t thrilled with the group’s concept at first, she worried people wouldn’t be into it, but she grew to like it.

day eight. talk about your muse’s strengths and weaknesses as an idol

perhaps it is due to her time under bc or her upbringing in the company of socialites and business tycoons but heera is good when it comes to image management. she has great control of her expressions and never lets her guard down in public. thus she’s been able to escape any scandals, both public and within the industry, and has maintained a clean image. she’s also not greedy when it comes to her vocals or dancing. she plays her role and hones her abilities without worrying about others. however, she’s often seen as boring and detached on variety shows (if they only heard her bad puns). she’s very slow when it comes to learning new things. whether it’s a new choreo or song, it usually takes her a while to learn and sometimes she forgets (this mostly happens with choreos...she’ll be in the middle of a song and then ???

day nine. what is your muse’s fashion style?

heera is girly, she loves feminine styles, but she’s also a total gym rat. her closet is divided between white and peach toned dresses & monochrome workout clothes. she refuses to sacrifice comfort for fashion. most of her clothes are oversized or made to stretch. as far as colors go, she prefers to stick to solid colored clothing rather than anything too adventurous. she isn’t a fan of shopping and most of her clothing is picked by diary’s stylist or her mother’s assistant. in the rare case that she does shop she likes low classic and off-white.

day twenty-two. talk about your muse’s goals that they have for their group

she wants to see DIARY debut overseas, perhaps in japan. as far as heera is concerned DIARY is just beginning. they’ve received a lot of love but in the past year or so it hasn’t felt as though they’ve made much of an impact. she’d like to see them achieve a bit more before branching off into solo projects.

day twenty-six. does your muse ever regret becoming an idol?

on a daily basis. heera isn’t unhappy with her life per se, but she does believe her life would’ve been even better if she hadn’t become an idol. her main problem being the fact that she did it for all the wrong reasons. slowly but surely she’s realizing that she chose this life on a whim. she’d always had everything she wanted, there was little money couldn’t buy, and fame was simply another want rather than a dream. she knows this line of work isn’t something she can be in forever and wonders if she’s wasting her time. perhaps she should be learning about the family business or attending university instead of filming dramas and performing.

day twenty-eight. talk about your muse’s low point in life

i don’t think heera has hit the lowest point in her life yet. she was definitely at a bad place before she had surgery and became a trainee, but she’s yet to experience real pain. i believe the lowest point in her life will be whenever she’s held accountable for everything she’s done to herself. both to her body and her mental health.

day twenty-nine. talk about your muse’s most meaningful moment as an idol

DIARY’s first fan-meeting. it was the moment that it all began to feel real. the fact that she had debuted, that her hard work payed off, was enough to make her cry. she’s never ever cried again in public.

day thirty. think about your muse’s life down the road

i believe heera’s journey is far longer than anything i could imagine. i don’t believe there’ll be a satisfying ending to her story (unless i play her until she’s 35) because she still has so much to learn. in the near future i do see her becoming more self aware and willing to fix some of her vices. romance-wise she is in a horrible state atm and i don’t see her having a happy stable relationship until much later in her life. and career-wise i do see her becoming even more involved in films and tv (tbh i could see heera running a company in her early 40s and turning into a lil kim byungchul because running a business is in her blood)

#ch.heera #didnt think i'd even make it to a computer to post this today but here's a bunch of useless info because birthweek #also i'm really in the mood to do replies but i also havent slept for twenty hours...so...no es muy buena idea #i'm starting to not english unless someone wants their replies in spanish i shall head to bed

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