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fellamarsh · 3 years

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Both Sides of the Moon: Character Intros!

Aaaaaay it’s my mom’s favorite trans gay author, back again with a shiny new post for yall!

If you’re familiar with the premise of BSOTM, you know it’s a fantasy romance featuring comical levels of gay stupidity and gay evil - but who are these gays? Why are they so stupid? And what, exactly, is a vampire elf?

Well buckle up buttercup, cuz we’re about to find out!

Roannon Huaywa Mahankila, aka Roa: Nearing his thirties, Roa is content with his life; he loves his mother and his sister, his best friend Ha’Kahn, and the role he plays in his community - the Licanmos Clan, a society of werewolves that has called their desert home for millennia. He feels a close connection to his deity, the Moon, one of the principal Goddesses who created the cosmos and the planet that he calls home. Roa works with his hands, keeping his family’s ranch in good repair and tending to the clan’s herd with his fellow cowboys. He is also the clan Shepherd, a role that in ancient times would designate him the leader of the clan, but in Roa’s time is important only for ceremonial and religious reasons (and is only occasionally a source of embarrassment for him). A sweet man with an appreciation for nature and the beauty found within it, he is the more serious, contemplative foil to his prankster sister and best friend. Roa accepted years ago that romance would not be a part of his life, and is unprepared to find it unexpectedly knocking at his door...

Fun fact: Roa (secretly) has a wonderful singing voice.

[TRUE NAME REDACTED], aka Fae*: Fae wakes up in the Mahankila home with no memory of how he got there, and very little memory of anything else - including his own name. One thing he will never forget: he is a vampire, and so not to be trusted. One thing he cannot ignore: the profound grief lingering in his body, and the shell of stale terror surrounding it. Taking the name ‘Fae’ for himself after Roa’s mother claims his was the arrival of a talented fae foretold to her in a dream, the vampire swears that he will only stay with the kind werewolf family until he can regain his strength, and if possible, his memories... knowing that the longer he stays, the more likely he is to lose control of himself, or worse - because the mysterious and dangerous force pursuing him might show itself at any moment. But how is he supposed to leave the safety of the ranch with an undead body conditioned to survive at all costs, and a growing attachment to the werewolves, especially the gruff but shy Roa?

Fun fact: Fae tells the absolute worst jokes (but everyone is really nice to him about it.) He is also an elf, despite what this picrew might indicate!

*The reason it took me so long to post this is because, honestly, the options to make someone who is both masculine and ethnic enough to make Fae similar to how he actually looks/is described in the novel was impossible. Thankfully it was a bit easier with everyone else (especially the ladies)... but still! Come on! I do really appreciate the artists whose picrews I eventually used - they’re all beautiful, even if they don’t fit how my particular characters look, and they gave me the option to even make this post at all.

Now imagine, if you will, the above Fae but with a much more prominent nose and cheekbones; skin a warmer, darker shade of brown with the same sandy undertones; fuller eyebrows and lips; and then his ‘fantasy’ characteristics, like long pointed ears; a light, iridescent sheen to his skin under the sun; larger fangs; and a bite mark on his neck.

Secondary characters (plus a peek at our villain ;3) under the cut!

Suhi Condor Mahankila (left): Roa’s younger sister, also girlfriends with Ha’Kahn, Roa’s childhood best friend. Outgoing and friendly, Suhi quickly befriends her family’s vampire guest. Clever, observant, and with no tolerance for bullshit, she often knows more about what’s happening than she lets on, and occasionally uses this knowledge to set up elaborate pranks (often with the help of Ha’Kahn, and usually to Roa’s detriment). The reluctant heir to her mother’s powers, Suhi may work hard, but in general she’s rather laid back - ask her about her horses, though, and you’ll see how excitable she can be.

Fun fact: she has a nickname only Roa uses - HiCo.

Lucia Valaine (right): Fae’s best friend, and his vampire ‘sibling’ whose past shares many things in common with his own. She cares for Fae - and anyone else deemed important to her - very deeply, and, as such, holds them to a high standard. A fashionable dresser barely taller than five feet and sporting a soft, curvy physique, one might not know at first glance that Lucia is a fierce, highly skilled fighter, ready to fight tooth and nail for herself and her loved ones.

Fun fact: Before she was turned, Lucia was a well-known dancer.

Jimena Condor Mahankila (left): Mother to Roa and Suhi, and honorary mother to Ha’Kahn, Jimena is not only a clan Elder, but the clan Messenger - a prophetess whose sacred role is to receive and pass on wisdom sent directly from the Goddess, the Moon herself. She predicted Fae’s arrival, but claims to know nothing more about the purpose behind his presence on the ranch. Warm, intelligent, and firm, Jimena uses her magical prowess and wisdom to heal and guide those around her, and to uphold the teachings and traditions of her clan.

Fun fact: Jimena has a close (read: gay) relationship with Ha’Kahn’s mentor, Tze.

Ha’Kahn Allca Callañaupa: Roa’s childhood best friend and Suhi’s girlfriend. Ha’Kahn is a non-binary ADHD-having short king; they are high energy, fiercely loyal, easily distracted, and much-loved by the rest of the clan despite (or because of) their unrelenting clownishness. Brave to the point of stupidity, Ha’Kahn is infinitely more emotionally mature than they first appear, and is the first person Roa turns to when he needs advice and support. They also play an important role in the clan - Ha’Kahn is clan Spire, endowed with incredible strength and the ability to transform into a wolf at will, with a sworn duty to protect the clan and advocate for the alienated. Just don’t remind them that they’re still an apprentice, unless you want to be subject to some highly overdramatic pouting.

Fun fact: Ha’Kahn’s greatest wish is to jump off of a waterfall and live to tell the tale; Roa and their two dads have successfully talked them out of this on several separate occasions.

Alaric: An Evil Gay Eccentric whose hobbies include dark magic and murder. B loooves to hate this motherfucker - but if you want to find out why, you’ll have to read the book ;)

Fun fact: He owns at least two full size pianos.

#bsotm #bsotm posting #character intro #writeblr #queer #check back soo for an excerpt from the novel!#thanks again to the artists behind these picrews #nase nikyuu #ummmmandy #djarn #poika #opos sauce #i'd love to hear any questions or comments as always :)#really excited to finally be sharing this #estraven homosexual literature society #EHLS #both sides of the moon #fell marsh

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obae-me · 4 years

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Sweet and Sour Demons

Note: Thank you for 400 followers! It means so much to me that so many people appreciate what I do and write, and I’m excited to keep improving! So as a thank you, I wrote this little piece with some added visuals!

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You had no idea why you made these things. At first, it seemed like a great idea, you had sat there in a hallway at RAD, waiting just outside the door of the Student Council room. They were all having a meeting, which, of course, you weren’t allowed to attend. However, you were also barred from going anywhere by yourself, so here you were, waiting like a dog on a leash. It was, to say the least, absolutely mind-numbingly boring. You had scrolled and double-scrolled through everything on your phone, you had given up trying to read-you just weren’t in the right headspace- and even the occasional entertaining shouts and exclamations from the brothers had died down. So, you resorted to random websites, and in one, you did something you never should’ve done.

You created cute and heart-squeezingly adorable stickers of the brothers you knew so well. You knew the consequences, you had been there for the texting ban which came after those stickers were created of Lucifer and Diavolo. The house had been in chaos, and yet you made these anyway. You couldn’t help it! You were bored and your creativity and curiosity was begging you to see what they would all look like as kawaii dessert chibis. Plus, after you had made them, it had brought enough warmth in your heart to let you survive a harsh winter using nothing but your body heat.

You knew the trouble it would bring, you knew the moral consequences, so you had planned on not showing them to anybody. They’d just be your secret and yours alone, never to be shown to the world. The D.D.D. you possessed just skyrocketed in value.

Plans and secrets were hard to keep in the Devildom, especially for you, and despite what you had prepared for, you weren’t prepared for the meeting to end early. Today of all days. Right while you were giggling and hugging your phone to your chest, the doors swung wide open, each of the brothers catching you in the act.

Mammon sped past you like a whirlwind, a simple blur of white and gold. The phone was gone. Your phone was taken! Still left on the screen where all the little pictures were saved. Your heart almost stopped, that warmth snuffed out in seconds. Mammon just waved the phone around in his hand.

“What’s got you so giddy, eh? Who’re you talking to?” He frowned, the gold color of his eyes getting darker. “Since I’m so nice, I’ll let you tell me before I look.”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, Beel came over and plucked the phone from him. “Mammon, it’s not nice to invade MC’s privacy.” You were saved!

At least until Asmo came and snatched those hopes and dreams away. “Aw, but I want to know! The drama, the intrigue, who can resist?” These brothers were playing hot potato with your phone. None of them had seen what was on it yet, for some reason all of them assumed you were talking to someone. It was only a matter of time before…

Levi rushed over to Asmo. “They’re talking to someone other than us?” His envy almost started dripping from his body. “I need to see who it is!”

Satan aggressively grabbed Asmo’s wrist and tore the phone away from his brothers. “Honestly, all of you are such children.”

A tail knocked the phone out from Satan’s grasp and into the air, landing perfectly in Belphie’s palms. He was in demon form, already enraged somehow. “Who…” was all he could mutter.

“Please, it’s no one!” You pleaded, surprised you could still breathe and say words at this point. What played out before you was like some cartoon. Was it possible to still salvage this?

The eldest brother, annoyed by his siblings’s antics, used his powers to magically move your phone into his gloved hands. He had a deep scowl on his face. “The next person to touch MC’s D.D.D. without their permission is going to have a special punishment.” He shook his head and looked into your eyes. “Here you go, MC.” There was such a thing as miracles after all! You couldn’t believe it. “I’m sorry abou-” Lucifer cut himself off short, his eyes had just briefly flickered over your phone screen. Had he really just tried to take a sneaky look after everything he just said?

Everything was in shambles. The phone that had almost been in your possession once again, just inches from your fingertips, was snapped away, plastered near Lucifer’s face as he looked upon your screen with an expression for the ages. Confusion. Slight amusement. Then bafflement. Now he was in his demon form.

“MC…” his voice was a rumbling sound, almost deep enough to make the floor shake. “What are these?” His brothers all looked intensely curious, but none of them even dared move.

“I wasn’t going to do anything with them, I swear! No sharing, no money, no nothing. I was just bored and...I thought they were cute?” You even questioned it yourself, your confidence wavering. Lucifer was silent...much too silent. You were prepared for anything, a lecture, your D.D.D. confiscated, even death.

His scowl turned into a smile, an evil smile. “I think it’s only fitting to share these with everyone else, right, MC? Once we get home, I want to see you in my study.” With a menacing glint in his eyes, he held his hand out to let his brothers, rabid with curiosity, claw their way at your phone to look at the contents.

Lucifer

Dessert: Chocolate-Covered Strawberries

Description: Despite their simplicity, this dessert is widely popular and renowned for its flavor. It doesn’t need to be overly flashy to be a prideful fan favorite. It’s not sickeningly sweet or rich like lots of other desserts. Its strong fruity tartness mixed with a sweet outer layer makes this the perfect dessert for the demon of Pride.

He’ll admit, he was shocked to his core when he saw the creation on your phone. He had felt deeply insulted that you would make him look like that. On the other hand, the fact that you had gone out of your way to make something in his likeness--no matter how disgustingly cute and humiliating it was--mixed with the look you had on your face when he opened the door left a feeling in him no human had stirred up in him before.

When you came into his study after the event, he saw you with your head hanging low, eyes sullen. He had to control himself to keep him from smiling. He only showed you a cold expression, crossing his legs in his chair behind his desk as he waved you over with one hand.

“Come here.”

His demand sent a shiver down your spine, and your face burnt up as you obeyed his order. You stood right next to his side, looking deep into his eyes as his glower burrowed into your skull. You noticed a box in his lap, red, covered in a single ribbon. Lucifer finally let his tart countenance fall, a smile on his face. He held your chin in his hand as he made you look at him. He stroked the lid of the package with one hand before gracefully opening it. Inside laid an assortment of chocolate covered strawberries, each pristine and neat. You blinked. It wasn’t nearly as terrifying as you thought the contents would be.

“What is…” you stammered, trying to look for words to express your confusion, but Lucifer’s thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making you lose your voice immediately, your face starting to almost share the shade of some of those strawberries.

“Your...punishment,” Lucifer explained. “Believe me, I had something else planned, but then I thought, if you helped make me look so cute in strawberries, how about I do the same thing to you?” Before even giving you a chance to catch your breath, he placed the box on his desk, reserving the space for you. With a hand around your wrist and the other on your waist, he pulled you into his lap, relishing your little gasps as you tried to get some air in your lungs.

Everything about him was making you squirm, his rich voice, the slight bobbing of his knee as you remained on his legs, his eyes flickering a deep crimson. To make things worse, he helped guide your hands behind your back, his hand big enough to reach around both your wrists. Your heart was racing a thousand miles a minute, your head going dizzy and light. One hand keeping you bound, the other one grasping one of the treats from the box, holding it tauntingly at your mouth. He brushed it across your lips, the look on his face telling you that what he was putting you through was sweeter to him than any dessert.

“Be a sweetheart and say Ahh.”

Mammon

Dessert: Lemon Tart

Description: A classy little pastry that’s a great mix of zesty citrus and sweet custard that sticks with you despite being surrounded by a flaky crust exterior. The bold flavor along with the gold and white motif makes this a good match for the greedy second-born.

As much as his brothers wanted to see him embarrassed, even he was surprised to feel...proud of the thing resembling him on your device. You made something of him. It may have been demeaning and overly cutesy, but you really took time out of your day to make something about him. Something that made you happy and that you appreciated. You didn’t make fun of him and tease him about it, you had planned on keeping it a secret for you to enjoy.

He dragged you away, both of you headed out of RAD, past stores and shops that he usually took you to, and instead headed into a popular Devildom bakery. Everyone in the shop swiveled around, and you couldn’t help but try to hide your face as Mammon shouted enough to be heard two stores over. He demanded the best lemon tart money could buy. Despite the other demons waiting, everyone hustled to get what Mammon needed. They knew who he was, and if he didn’t get what he wanted when he asked for it, there would be worse things to worry about.

“Mammon, slow down.” You were starting to get out of breath from all the running around he was doing, refusing to let your hand go. He had you and you couldn’t say otherwise. You realized the path you both were on now was heading back towards the House of Lamentation. As you slowed down due to exhaustion, his impatience kicked in, his wings spreading from his back as he swooped you off your feet, pressing his body deep into yours as he flew the rest of the way.

He didn’t stop moving till both of you were inside his room, slamming the door behind him. He crawled onto his bed with you still clinging to his neck, his knees by your side. You heard him undo the package the tart had come in. He made sure you watched as he bit into it, the crust crumbling, some of the custard lingering on his lips.

It was hard to stay focused, but you dropped one of your arms that was around his body, ready to grab a piece for yourself, but he stopped you, his irises glowing a dark gold behind his lids. He used his hand to direct your arm back to its place around him. His eyelashes fluttered as you instinctively latched onto his hair. His gaze had you so enamored, you didn’t notice his horns now sticking out of his head. He got in close, very close, close enough that your noses were almost touching and all you could smell was sweet citrus.

“Do you want to come try some?”

Levi

Dessert: Mochi Ice Cream

Description: A small round treat consisting of soft sticky pounded Mochi with cold and flavorful ice cream on the inside. It’s able to change color and flavors to adapt to people’s moods and preferences to make sure people like them. Perfect for the envious otaku.

He was used to seeing characters like those, but he never thought you would make him into one. He was equal parts embarrassed and envious. The way you looked at your phone like that over a fake digital character, the same way he often did. He could do that, but when you did it, it tied his insides in knots.

He still couldn’t get it out of his head, so later that night, he headed to your room, a bowl of treats in his hand. He would show you that, for once, the real thing was better than any 2D picture. When you opened the door, he stormed in, causing you to back up to keep him from bowling you over. He was in his demon form, his tail flipping back and forth. His face was flushed, but he was determined.

He backed you up to the bed, forcing you to sit down, still confused by the rush of actions happening in rapid succession. He looked down at you, his cheeks tinted pink, his tail brushing against the skin on your arm as it curled around your body, the scales as cold as ice.

He picked up a Mochi ball, placing it in his mouth, his orange eyes swimming with something other than envy. This was one of the only times he wasn’t shying away. He leaned close to you, preventing you from leaning back away from him with his tail pinning hard against your back. He pressed the soft ice cream against your lips, waiting for you to take it from him like one of his favorite Pocky games. You could feel the tip of his tail wagging against your shoulder blades, expectant.

You took the treat from him, puncturing through the mochi with your teeth only to feel the nerves of your mouth freeze as the ice cream came through. With one of his fingers, Levi helped pop the rest of the mochi in your mouth, a look of sweet satisfaction spread over his face. You shuddered, the ice cream and his cool scales sending a cold chill down your spine.

He wrapped you in his arms, the boldness melting away like the ice cream in your mouth as he leaned into your body to keep you warm.

“Don’t look at anything like that other than me.”

Satan

Dessert: Mint Brownie

Description: A hot and powerful tasting treat that not only has the bitter sensation of dark chocolate, but the strong and flavorful mint. An array of tastes under the simple and calm looking brown dessert matches the demon of wrath perfectly.

He was angry, which was the expected response. The way Lucifer and his other brothers teased his sticker form. It took a lot of control to not fight them off right then and there, destroying your D.D.D in the process, but he couldn’t stop looking at it. He was angry at you for making it, but also...he felt something else. He stormed away from the group, making his way home. You felt guilty, but decided to try to give him some time to cool off, but he had other plans.

He called you to meet him when he got home. As you approached his door, you couldn’t help but smell something sweet coming from his room. As you came inside, you smelt the strong scent of chocolate and mint. It filled your nose and overwhelmed your senses so much, you didn’t notice Satan standing right behind you. He wrapped you in his arms from behind, and you could feel his tail curling around your ankle.

“Here, have these.” He presented to you a plate with a single brownie on top of it, a thin layer of green frosting over the surface. They must’ve been fairly fresh since they still were giving off waves of heat. “I made them for you, since you think I’m so sweet.” You could feel his hot breath right near your ear as he curled his lips into a smile.

They were still so scorching, they almost burnt your fingers, but you picked a corner and shoved some in your mouth anyway. It was deliciously dark and minty, the temperature and flavor making your eyes water. The tail around your leg wound tighter as one of Satan’s hands came to brush away your tears. His boa around his neck tickled your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Satan?” You swayed, overwhelmed by the heat coming from the pastry and Satan’s body, you were unable to tell which one was burning you more right now. He held you tight, keeping you planted in place. He used the fingers that had touched your face to pick up the rest of the brownie on the dish. He brought it up to you, and while you couldn’t see his face, you could feel his eyes staring you down.

“Go on, they taste best when they’re this hot, trust me.”

Asmo

Dessert: Cupcakes

Description: Undeniably sweet in every sense of the word. Soft cake, fluffy icing, not to mention you can use whatever filling or toppings you want. You can dress it up and make this dessert as fashionable as you please, the flawless comparison to flashy fifth-born demon.

He thought it was adorable. He was flattered you’d made sure to make him look as amazing as possible. He was sickeningly sweet, but something about the way you looked at your phone made his heart flutter. He had a plan. He was going to do a comparison, and you would be none the wiser.

Already he had everything prepared by the time you got home. He hunted you down and dragged you to his room, not giving you a chance to say no. As you entered, everything hit you at once. He had a plate of cupcakes on his nightstand, white cake with pink frosting. Asmo was almost glowing as he came over to get you one. You looked him up and down, noticing he had changed his clothes to make himself resemble the treat he gave you. A pink top, white bottoms, he even wore a pearl necklace and matching bracelets to resemble the pearly beads on top of the frosting.

“Asmo…” You hesitated, knowing he was up to something, just not quite sure what yet. Or even if you did have an inkling of what he wanted, it still left you breathless. He just looked at you with begging eyes, and you sighed figuring there was nothing wrong with eating a cupcake.

You peeled the paper off the base slowly and watched as Asmo blushed, getting closer to your body. You raised a quizzical eyebrow at him as you opened your mouth to get a good bite of the dessert, making a happy little noise when you tasted how delicious it was.

“Yay, yay, my turn!” He came over quickly, making you back up against his bedroom door as he stared you straight in the eyes as he took a bite of the cake in your hands. He took a finger and curled it around your hair. Your face turned bright red. “Lets keep going, I don’t like to waste things.” You kept taking turns biting your own end of the cupcake, watching it get smaller and smaller as your mouths were getting tauntingly close. When there seemed to be only one bite left, he made a little whine. “Aw it’s your turn, you win.” He let you take the last bite, some of the frosting depositing itself on your lips.

Asmo let you press your back deeper into his door as he got even closer, his lids heavy. His wings and horns now exposed as his lips got closer to yours.

“Time for me to check which one is sweeter.”

Beel

Dessert: Pancakes

Description: Not your typical form of dessert, but with its fluffy texture and satisfying nature, it’s capable of being a good meal for any part of the day. With stacks upon stacks, it’s a great match for the demon of gluttony.

Just seeing how you dressed up his little likeness made him hungry. He wanted to eat everything he saw, in fact, it was a miracle he hadn’t eaten your D.D.D. when he had it in his possession. All he could think about was making something like that with you. You made everything taste so much better, if he could let you finish making it anyway.

He dragged you to the kitchen once the two of you got home. There was a little spring in his step, being the happiest he had been in a long time as he watched you mix the batter. You had to order him to stay put to make sure he didn’t eat it before it could even get in the pan. He watched you move around the kitchen, and you could’ve sworn you watched him almost drool as he looked you dead in the eyes, not even at the stove.

It was almost like art the way you placed the pancakes on his plate, and as you turned around to get yours, he had already downed his in a single breath. You figured he’d do something like this, but you weren’t ready for him to watch you eat, him licking his lips every time you opened your mouth.

“Beel, do you want these?” You slid your plate towards him, only having taken a few bites of the syrupy cake.

“No, I want you to eat.” He slid his own chair around the table to be seated right next to you, legs touching. His response left you stunned, your mouth just slightly ajar in your shock. His gaze turned bright, snatching your fork away from you. “Ah so you want me to feed you, I can do that.”

Your little cry of a protest was muffled as he placed the fluffy pancake in your mouth. Some of the syrup escaped down your chin and he wiped it up with his forefinger before licking it clean. He hummed to himself in glee.

“So delicious.”

Belphie

Dessert: Hot Chocolate

Description: A hot beverage consisting of sweet chocolate and creamy milk. It leaves you feeling warm and cozy after drinking it, coaxing you to take a nap. It’s simple to whip up and quick to make, an easy comparison for the demon of sloth.

He wasn’t sure which one had left him more irritated, the fact that he thought you were messaging someone that left you giggling, or the fact that a digital image of him was. Either way left him exhausted, but restless. However, he wasn’t someone to let something go. He always felt like he had to get even. He wouldn't be able to get any sort of sleep till he ensured you looked as cute to him in real life as you made him on your phone.

So, when you came back home from RAD that evening, he was already waiting for you. How he had gotten there faster than you was a mystery. He was laying on the steps, still in demon form, clutching his pillow in his hands. As soon as he saw you, he was up faster than you had ever seen him move. With a twitchy tail, he grasped your arm and dragged you to the attic, the place he always seemed to take you when he wanted to be alone with you.

“Belphie, what’re you?”

He pointed to the bed, glaring pins and needles at you. He wordlessly watched you sit on the bed in confusion. You glanced to a small table and noticed that there was one mug on it, steam emanating from the top, the smell of sweet chocolate drifting through the air. He strided over to the mug, picking it up in his hands before doing something you weren’t ready for.

He came over, placing himself in your lap, knees pinned to your sides, towering over you as he pressed the warm mug to your face. You immediately flushed, and you watched his top lip twitch as he prevented himself from smiling.

“Too hot?” He droned. He brought the cup to his lips to gently blow at the drink to make it ‘cooler’ for you. It didn’t stop you from burning up. His tail came up to brush against your cheek as he let the ceramic touch your lips. “Well?”

You parted your lips to let the sweet liquid fill your body, the milky chocolate making you warm. The sight of Belphie staring you down, his tail patting your head as the smirk he had tried hard to contain finally revealed itself. He didn’t stop until every drop was gone, and then he put the drink to the side, using his sleeve to wipe away remnants around your mouth.

“We’re not close to being even yet.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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suninks-moved · 4 years

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ACE OF THIEVES: THE HEIST CREW

special thanks to @guulabjamuns who inspired me with this post | art from djarn’s picrew maker

ACE OF SPADES | ACE: (he/him) honor can be found among thieves in the form of the Ace of Spades. he takes no pride in his work, leaving his old life behind to hide away in the mountain pass. but when trouble finds it’s way on his doorstep, he must remember how to be a thief again, how to be a leader.

ACE OF DIAMONDS | ANDROMEDA: (she/her) the Diamond Duchess is Alheire’s most notorious jewel thief. she’s stolen all the jewelry from every single royal house - only to leave the all the gems but the diamonds in a fruits basket the next morning, with a note that reads “The Duchess sends her love”.

JACK OF HEARTS | VICTOR: (he/him) a dangerous combination of curiosity, intellect, and impulsivity created the Rocket, the most destructive thief in Alheire history. known for his clever explosions and tale-spinning right hand man Winston.

JACK OF CLUBS | JACKY: (she/they) legendary ANARA racer ‘The Baroness’ by day, criminal getaway driver by night. the anonymous side-kick to the Diamond Duchess, and a skilled thief in her own right. she’s reckless and arrogant, beloved by racing fans and knows it.

SEVEN OF SPADES | WINSTON: (he/him) handsome, witty, and too clever for his own good. a master of slight of hand and an expert con artist who can weave distractions and tall tales from nothing.

FIVE OF SPADES | EVE: (she/her) Miss Eve Belladonna can be trusted to handle obstacles swiftly and discreetly. but things start to complicate when she agrees to take on a high-profile case and everything goes awry. she is forced to do what she hates the most, trust, all while her past keeps catching up to her.

EIGHT OF CLUBS | ALAIA: (they/them) Alaia has spent almost their whole life in service to the Crown, and has risen through the ranks with remarkable speed. they’ve become the Crown Princess’ trusted assistant, even a friend. but when the royal family begins to fall apart, and Princess Camellia goes missing, voices begin to whisper.

QUEEN OF DIAMONDS | CAMELLIA: (she/her) being the Princess of Alheire and heir to the throne makes for a lonely life of training and studying. hiding away from her dysfunctional parents is tiring and difficult, but making friends is nearly impossible. but it’s made her clever and strong, and when she finally gets a shot at freedom, she dives in without looking back.

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i-dontknowmyname · 2 years

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the other main character!!

his name is Bailey. where did i get this name? i searched up top names for golden retrievers and that was my favourite of the options.

Bailey is a complete golden retriever bf. he acts all tough because he needs to, and hes trying to hide The Gay because of homophobia, but hes actually really sweet and amazing and we love him hes just fluff ball. he hates trusting people because of his past, but he still always does. he worked his ass off to get to where is, he is extremely ambitious because hes terrifyed of being left behind, of being forgotten. hes desperately in love with Nick, and has been for years, but he cant trust him because of what hes done.

hes on the more powerful side when it comes to magic, but still nothing compared to Nick, no one is. he can also read minds, thats pretty cool. he will kill ruthlessly, he would give up everything, burn the world down, for the people he loves.

his species is connected pretty strongly to water, but he cant go under like the rest can. something about his telepathy, he cant even swim. he also knows that Nick is trans. he doesnt care. he knows he should. hes also got some extreme internalized homophobia which is fun to work through

again thank you to the picrew artist, this is literally what he looks like :))

#writing practice #bailey #gay story #gay #gay books #creative writing #mlm books #mlm love #homophobia #mlm pride #trans and gay #trans books #lgbt representation

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cloudravine · 3 years

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I was tagged by @legoilas @jenneferofjengaberg @tcustodis @stillness138 @lohrendrell @going-there-and-back-again and @zaynsbff in a couple of ask games, thank youuu! 💝✨🌸

Tagging @amantisegreti @technicallysideacc @sunflowrhaz @pridesobright @queenmevesknickers @humble--bard @carsen-daily @mugglemirror @jlyarts @haleths + everyone who tagged me to do whatever part of this you want! No pressure as always ❤️

—picrew here

As usual, I did a regular me and a fantasy version of me 🥰

—screenshots

lockscreen, last song you listened to & last photo you saved

My lockscreen is a screenshot I took of Geralt in TW3 (in Velen), and the last pic I saved is this excellent meme courtesy of @queenmevesknickers 💖

The last song I listened to is Battle for the Bridge from the Thronebreaker soundtrack, I’m legit obsessed with it 🥺

—four songs i’ve heard today

Apart from the song named above, I’ve only listened to the GWENT Way of the Witcher menu music today 💫

—the last seven sentences i’ve written

Not sure which sentences I wrote last, so I’m simply going to give the first seven lines of the last fic I’ve published, in the light 🖤

Gweilge wasn’t fond of stealing.

Even after all these years, it still left him with a filthy, sticky feeling of shame which clung to his skin long after the act, like a layer of grime no amount of cleaning in a fresh, crystalline stream could wash away.

Yet if it was the price needed in exchange for non-humans living better lives, Gweilge thought, he was more than willing to pay up — no matter how rank the currency.

Crouching as he was in the shadows looming down the side of the imposing mansion that was his next target, he was thoroughly invisible but for the wisps of silver smoke blooming before his mouth in the cold night air.

Storeroom should be right down this way, he calculated, his gaze trained on the outline of a wooden doorframe jutting out from the semi-regular pattern of the stone wall. The moon was curled up under a thick cloudy blanket tonight, shrouding the entire courtyard behind the estate in darkness, but Gweilge had ample practise coaxing the secrets of the night into revealing themselves to him; after waiting long minutes with his back pressed against the wall, repressing the shivers tickling his spine, he began making out vague shapes amidst the gloom. As loath as he was to admit it (even and perhaps most to himself), his rather vast thieving experience had also taught him to closely inspect his surroundings before making any move — which meant he already knew the door he was looking for should be situated at six blocks’ distance and would likely be easy to open due to its outdated, brittle locking mechanism.

—seven comfort films

Decided to go with animated movies to narrow things down a bit! 🌈

The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

A Goofy Movie

The Prince of Egypt

Over the Hedge

Zootopia

Finding Nemo

Fantasia

—get to know me

Feel like I’ve already done something similar to this several times, but what the hell, TC and Elis tagged me and I’m whipped so 😂💗

Name/nickname: Marianne, Marie/Mari

Star sign: cancer

Favourite bands/groups: only One Dee exists 😌💕

Favourite solo artists: apart from (you guessed it) the One Dee boys, mmm atm maybe Jamie Bower

Song stuck in my head: Waterloo from Star Académie 2021 haha

Last movie: The Scarlet Pimpernel - thank you Bee and Kaley for getting me to watch it 😘

Last show: Borgen, before I got into TW3 and lost interest in any screen time that’s non Witcher-related sfhsgfds

When did I create this blog: October 2011

What do I post: chaotic multifandom content joined together by some sort of aesthetics? haha

Last thing I googled: probably something about Lie to Me in a convo with @amantisegreti 🌸

Other blogs: @garasham (vampire language), @ninquenarmo (TW3 screenshots) and @quenyatranslation

Do I get asks: sometimes ❤️

Why did I choose this url: I love Tolkien and Galadriel ✨

Following: 1,036

Followers: 1,992 good beans 🥰

Average hours of sleep: between six and eight hours

Lucky number: none, but I like 3 and 5 best

Instruments: cello, harp and drums 💕

What I am wearing: sweatpants and an Uppsala Universitet sweater 🥺

Dream job: I’m gonna copy TC and go with “making a lot of money by doing nothing” lmaoo I wish 🤩

Dream trip: going back to Germany and Scandinavia 😭💖

Favourite food: any dessert 😍

Nationality: Canadian / Québecer

Favourite song: impossible to choose only one ???

Last book I read: currently tediously trying to make my way through Sapkowski’s Blood of Elves 😝

Three fictional universes you'd like to live in: Middle-earth always, Harry Potter (although fuck JKR) and maybe the world from The Edge Chronicles

#legoilas #jenneferofjengaberg #tcustodis #stillness138 #lohrendrell #going-there-and-back-again #zaynsbff #about #interactions

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mythgirlimagines · 3 years

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I hope this talentswap is to your liking! Introducing the royal, loyal, slick and quick Myth, the Ultimate Gymnast!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Being born in the Eurasian territory of Zaurius, Myth was born into a very high-class family that had slight connections to the Royal Family. Myth was usually tasked with entertaining the guests at banquets and other assorted events, and from there, Myth’s parents found out that she has unprecedented talent in gymnastics, with a particular speciality in rhythmic gymnastics, and is able to dazzle just about anybody with her beauty and grace. Upon the discovery of Myth’s skills, Myth’s parents signed her up for rhythmic gymnastic courses, and time after time again, Myth proved considerable skill with ribbons and batons, to the point that she has a near-unbeatable win streak in competitions, and was even chosen to represent Zaurius in the Olympics. With her stellar appearance and equally stellar skills, it’s not hard to see why. When the currently crowned Zaurian princess was scouted to attend Hope’s Peak as both an exchange student and the Ultimate Princess, Myth was soon invited alongside her childhood friend, as the Ultimate Gymnast, much to their mutual elation. Despite the burdening workload of both of their careers, they took well-deserved time off of their busy schedules to return to Hope’s Peak and chaperone this year’s Ultimates and Jr. Ultimates.

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Princess

One would expect the crowned princess of Zaurius to be calm, mature and dignified (so more like Myth), but Wyre is the complete antithesis of these expectations, being loud, uncouth and isn’t afraid of getting themself dirty. Despite these negative qualities being completely unbecoming of a crowned princess, they have excellent political and war acumen, which helped fight off political threats. Ever since Wyre was little and met Myth at a royal banquet, Myth and Wyre have been practically attached to the hip. Myth has always been like Wyre’s keeper, always making sure the reckless princess stays in one piece and out of trouble.

Outfit: Longer hair in a ponytail, a gold headband with a ruby in the center, the suit worn in their Picrew draft design, plus gold gauntlets and boots.

Anon Scar, Reserve Course Student

Despite acting like an evil overlord, this all belies a very intelligent girl that managed to get into Hope’s Peak on academic merit alone. Scar is a member of Hope’s Peak’s reserve course, and is currently studying to become a medical professional. Myth wonders if Scar’s behavior is a result of this “chuunibyou” phenomenon that she heard about during her travels to Japan, and is constantly baffled by Scar’s eccentric behavior and constant mentions of the occult. Scar remains stunned at Myth’s grace and elegance with her signature ribbon, and Myth regularly lets Scar practice treating wounds on both her and Wyre.

Outfit: An ahoge sprouting out of her sidebun, a white turtleneck sweater, a brown jacket slung over her shoulders like a cape, a brown skirt, black leggings, brown slip-on shoes.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Animator

Having been an animation fanatic ever since he was little, Fusion is famous for being the mastermind behind various animated edutainment series, which are famed for their educational content, fluid animation, and the lovable characters with adorable designs. Myth’s family usually watches high-class stage performances, so looking at Fusion’s work was really the first time that she ever saw an animated work, but she could tell that Fusion puts all of his big heart into his animation. Fusion regularly watches and records Myth’s exercise routines, in order to use as reference for the movement of his animated characters.

Outfit: A blue and silver hoodie with the Disney logo on the back over a black t-shirt with a Mickey Mouse head on the front, black artist gloves, glasses, pants and shoes from the original design.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Lucky Student

As the winner of Hope’s Peak’s yearly lottery system, Fusion II regularly tries to act cool and aloof around her peers and claim that she got her various wounds from fighting her enemies. In actuality, Fusion II has terrible luck and is notoriously clumsy, and gets injured from her regular pratfalls, with the lucky events coming right after to soften the blow. Fusion II’s sarcastic “bad-girl” facade can easily break to reveal the easily-embarrassed nerd that she truly is. Ashamed of her clumsiness and wanting to be cooler, Fusion II regularly arranges secret “gracefulness lessons” with Myth, and the two are making surprisingly remarkable progress.

Outfit: Messier hair with a long ahoge on top, black sunglasses that she has several copies of (in case her current pair breaks), a black leather jacket with a white clover design on the back over her lucky green t-shirt, ripped jeans with scraped knees, black boots to make herself look taller, bandages all over her person.

Just Anon, Ultimate Team Manager

Despite his own hatred for exercise or doing anything really, Janon is the manager for a whole barrage of sports teams, ranging from track to softball to even swimming. Despite his uncouth speech, cynical attitude, and claims towards the contrary, he has a soft spot for the young and blossoming athletes that he manages, and can’t help but tear up, whenever one of the athletes goes on to achieve bigger and better things. When Myth first heard that she was chaperoning the genius behind several prolific sports teams, she definitely wasn’t expecting such a lazy and cynical shizdoodle, but it’s very clear that Janon knows what he is doing.

Outfit: Hair tied back into a small ponytail, a black baseball cap on his head with a pink bunny clip on the right side, a pink and red tracksuit, his lucky silver whistle around his neck, red socks, white and black sneakers.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Yakuza

Despite being loud, eccentric, and having a flair for the dramatics, Sparkle comes from one of the most expansive and dangerous yakuza families in all of the country. When Myth and Wyre traveled to Japan, they were warned by their families to watch out for yakuza families, but it wasn’t until they chose to chaperone the yearly Kibo-Con tour that they actually managed to encounter an actual yakuza. Myth is used to seemingly eccentric people that secretly attempted to assassinate her, Wyre, or either of their families. Because of that, Myth tries her best to use her skills to avoid the hammy and dramatic yakuza heiress whenever possible.

Outfit: Hair shaved on one side, a black vest over a long-sleeved white dress shirt that has the left sleeve ripped off to reveal her sparkly tattoos, a brown trench coat that rests on her shoulders like a cape, black pants and matching shoes with red socks.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Traditional Dancer, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Swordfighter

Coming from one of the most traditional and influential families in all of Japan, Egg and Wet Sock are both masters in their respective traditional craft, Egg at traditional dancing, and Wet Sock at swordfighting, respectively. Despite living in an old-fashioned temple without any form of access to the internet, Egg and Wet Sock regularly spout out cursed comments and meme references that wouldn’t be out of place in a high-schooler’s chat log. Very little else is known about this elusive duo, for they don’t seem to speak much when participating in their respective hobbies. Out of the twins, Myth gets along better with Egg, thanks to their similar domains.

Outfits: Kimonos (black and purple for Wet Sock, and yellow and green for Egg), white socks and brown geta sandals, glasses from original design.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Chef

Despite starting out as the cook to a random backwoods diner, Curious’s cooking skills were so good that the backwoods diner grew and grew, until it became a high-class and 5-star restaurant. All the while, the polite and courteous Curious still is behind the counter and making only the greatest of meals, even after all of these years. Curious regularly cooks for everyanon at the Kibo-Con, much to everybody’s (Fusion, especially) delight. Whenever the chef cooks, Myth can’t help but be reminded of her family’s personal chefs, who make only the classiest in delicacies. For that reason, the young culinary prodigy endears Myth on a personal level.

Outfit: Hair pulled back in a small ponytail, a white chef’s outfit with a green cravat and matching pants, brown shoes.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Gamer

The sheer epitome of “Angry Video Game Nerd”, Nerd’s rage is truly unavoidable, if he either breaks his win streak or if he encounters a game-breaking glitch. Many controllers, televisions and computers have been broken in his fits of rage. Despite all of this, he is an expert at any sort of e-sports. When put next to each other, Myth and Nerd are like chalk and cheese, especially when you compare their temperaments and domains of their talents. Because of this, Myth and Nerd share a mutual dislike of each other. Myth thinks that Nerd should control his rage and act like more of a gentleman, and Nerd is envious of Myth’s coolheadedness.

Outfit: Messier hair and eyebags, red and grey headphones, a black hoodie with a Space Invader design on the front, black sweatpants, brown sandals.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Photographer

Wishing to expose the world for the terrible and dystopian wasteland that it is and waking the blind masses up to the inevitable apocalypse and collapse of the world as we know it, Eldritch uses his small height and his camo-patterned clothes to sneak into buildings and take pictures of the businesses there committing unethical practices. Because Myth is “bourgeois scum“, according to the photographer and whistleblower, Eldritch seems intent on exposing Myth for the “corrupt magnate” that she allegedly is, and always tries to snap pictures of Myth in “compromising positions much to the confusion of the high-class gymnast.

Outfit: A camo-colored hooded jumpsuit and matching gloves, boots, face paint and Polaroid camera.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Musician

As the leader, guitarist and lead vocalist of the band “Power Spike”, Dream’s cheerful and determined personality, along with her sheer skill at playing music, has earned her a massive following in the world of rock music. Myth usually listens to classical music, when she is practicing her ribbon-dancing routines. Listening to Power Spike’s music was an entirely new experience for her, and it gave her new ideas for new ribbon-dancing routines, and for that, Myth thanks Dream, much to the young rocker’s delight. Dream really wants Myth to be a backup dancer and choreographer for Power Spike’s concerts, to which Myth might possibly accept in the future.

Outfit: Wild hair with streaks dyed pink and blue, a purple leather jacket over an orange shirt with Power Spike’s logo on the front, purple fingerless gloves with nails altering between pink and blue, a purple denim skirt, grey and black striped stockings, purple boots.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Nurse

Having been superbly clumsy ever since she was little, Iris took it upon herself to patch up and treat her bumps, bruises and boo-boos, before eventually moving on to patching up her friends and eventually deciding that she should work to become a professional doctor. By her middle school years, Iris became a full-fledged nurse and was regarded as a prodigy by her college-aged classmates. Iris regularly likes to give health tips to Myth, before she starts some of her more strenuous performances and routines. Myth regularly performs ribbon tricks at the hospitals that Iris volunteers at, and the smiles of the children were simply unforgettable.

Outfit: Two barrettes shaped like red crosses, an oversized white labcoat over a blue t-shirt, a black pencil skirt, black stockings, red Mary Janes, glasses from original design.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Mechanic

Despite Purple’s fancy and eccentric mode of dress and equally-fancy vocabulary, Purple is an unparalleled expert, when it comes to repairing mechanical devices. Purple would much rather stay in her workshop all day, than interact with her clients, for she is painfully timid and socially-inept. Myth has heard of Purple’s works and heard that her repairs can go for quite the fortune and rich business magnates speak well of her repairs, and always wanted to meet her. But it seems that Myth’s seemingly cold-hearted attitude and sheer gracefulness just scared the timid mechanical genius away, much to the confusion of the gymnast.

Outfit: A black and purple top hat with brown goggles on top, a black vest over a purple dress shirt and a matching cape, a black skirt, black stockings brown gloves and boots.

This AU will center around this aloof gymnast just constantly wowing people and being damn proud of it!

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PERSONALITY

Thanks to coming from a very influential family, Gymnast!Myth is calm and disciplined, in both her gymnastics and the way she behaves around others. Gymnast!Myth is calm and hospitable, which clearly came from her childhood days spent entertaining guests, always treating people with respect and dignity, regardless of their class and reactions towards her performances. That being said, Gymnast!Myth just loves to flex and boast about her skills to anyone willing to hear them, and you could hardly have a conversation with her without her showing off one of her many gymnastic skills. Gymnast!Myth often functions like a keeper or even a motherly figure to a majority of the other Anons, which came from years of disciplining Princess!Wyre.

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APPEARANCE

Gymnast!Myth ties her naturally-brown hair in a tight bun on the back of her head with a bunch of purple bobby-pins that resemble flowers and wears a black and bi-flag-colored leotard with transparent sleeves patterned by lace flowers. To not reveal too much, she covers up the lower part of her leotard with a sparkly black skirt. On her legs, Myth wears black thigh-high “boots”, that are actually just thigh-high socks that get firmer on the bottom. She is hardly seen without her prized ribbon, which is colored like the bisexual pride flag.

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I hope you like this talentswap! Let me hear your opinions on it!

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capri-ramblings · 4 years

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Was scrolling through my feed when I saw someone requested the png of Vil's crown and I just wanted to see if I could edit it onto maki for entertainment purposes and then this happened right

And yeah I know it doesn't look that good since I'm not an editor nor can I redraw parts of the Crown that would actually make it seem whole but I think it's still super cute and then my mind immediately had this small scene between Maki and Vil,so I wrote it, and now I'm thinking maybe these two could be a cute thing lmao but anyways enjoy this small fic ✨

The art used for Maki isn't mine, I used this Picrew so go and give the artist some support and love!

[ A small banter ]

"And the last piece to go on is this"

Vil placed the crown piece on Maki's head almost too effortlessly,the redolent of his cologne wafting through her senses as he came close.

She scrunched up her nose a little, but when Vil pulled away to look at his finished product, Maki tried to at least smile a bit.

"Hm,you look almost decent,don't you?" Vil said, haughtily. His brows arched and lips curled into a slight smirk as he eyed her figure with satisfaction.

The mirror on his vanity desk right behind, showed that the final headpiece was a look-alike of the crown he often wore and as the golden colour of it contrasted greatly with the dark shade of her hair,Maki actually seemed stunned.

She always looked different whenever Vil placed his touch on her,and though she'd find a way to wriggle herself out of it, Maki had to admit that Vil never failed at dressing her up and making her look like an actual bonafide lady.

"...What's with the crown?" She asked,lips pursed into a faint frown and cheeks lightly dusted pink. "And where did you put my bandage?"

"You don't need that hideous bandage" Vil shot back, "That crown is an improvement. Don't ever wear that bandage again."

"What? But I had it since I was in middle school!"

Maki placed her hand on her naked nose,eyes wide and filled with shock. Vil on the other hand had his expression twist into that of disgust and practically gripped Maki's shoulders like a vulture.

"You haven't changed that thing since middle school? What kind of rodent lifestyle have you been living wi—"

"Pfftthahahhahaahhaha! Calm down,Vil-senpai!"

Maki tittered slightly to the side of her seat, almost falling as she tried controlling her laugh, but her amusement tickled her senses and she was gripping onto Vil all the while her laugh echoed in his room.

"Why are you laughing?" Vil sounded annoyed, his delicate features scrutinized with a bitter snarl. Maki felt half bad for laughing at him,but she couldn't help herself.

"Sorry, sorry...It's just,well,I didn't think you'd be so gullible"

"What do you mean gullible?" He was crossing his arms now and Maki knew she had to tell him or else she wouldn't leave this room alive (or at least she would be able to leave the room but he'd force her to wear the dress he bought)

Playfully,she tapped the bridge of her nose.

"I change the bandage daily,though when I first got here, I thought about dropping the whole habit of wearing them since I wasn't sure if I could get a new set, but then Sam said he sold something similar like my old ones so I decided to keep wearing them" , the sides of her lips twitched at the relieved expression Vil had on now, but she decided against grinning then.

"So don't worry,Senpai. I keep myself clean"

Vil scoffed at that.

"I see being with those two Heartslyabul boys has given you a cheeky attitude"

"They're named Ace and Deuce,Senpai, and they're actually pretty fun to be with. Maybe you should join us sometimes,I promise having fun won't give you wrinkles"

Narrowing his eyes,Vil frowned.

"No,thank you."

"Hm,your loss then."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst oc #twst mc #twst wonderland oc #twst vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit #twst vil

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hazel-writes · 3 years

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Summary: You begin your first official day of work and meet your new coworkers, who turn out to be full of surprises.

Word Count: 2,300

Notes: This chapter is a bit slow, but I'm excited to introduce you to some new characters! If you want to see Picrew face-claims for these characters, look here. Otherwise, imagine them to look however you want!

Warnings: brief mentions of violence

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I'm trying hard to hide

Keep the sun out of my eyes

Close them tight

And now I'm waiting for the moon to rise

Belle and Sebastian ~ Waiting for the Moon

You walked through the door, nervously wringing your hands, despite your best efforts not to. Your eyes scanned the room, eventually landing on a large, grey reception desk. Sitting behind the desk was none other than Ms. Stoney, the uptight woman who had “welcomed” you onto the ship the day before.

You took a deep breath before walking over to her, waiting patiently for her to look up and address you — but she didn’t. You tried subtly clearing your throat, shifting your feet from side to side, and moving into her line of sight, but nothing seemed to grab her attention. Eventually you forced out a meek, “Hi, there!” to which she responded with an annoyed glance in your direction.

“Oh, it’s you again,” she grumbled with a mix of tiredness and disappointment.

“Uh, yeah, it is,” you smiled back, which you could tell bothered her. “I’m looking for the artist workspace? I know it’s somewhere within this department, but I wasn’t sure where exactly…”

“Artist?” she questioned, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah! Ya know, an individual who… does art?” Your attempt at an explanation was met by silence. “Umm… they’re usually covered in some sort of paint or clay, might dress a little funny, are often a little angsty, possibly tormented by some aspect of their past?” More silence. You give a strained smile; you really shouldn’t keep trying to talk over awkward silences. “Not ringing a bell, huh?”

Through clenched teeth she replied,“I believe the people you are looking for are through those doors on the left.”

She said the word people like it left a bad taste in her mouth. She obviously didn’t think too kindly of them.

“Great, thanks,” you replied, heading to the door she indicated.

You opened it, and to your surprise you saw no canvases, paint splatters, tin cans, or haphazard brushes littering the room. The walls and floors were a spotless white. A large, circular table was positioned in the center of the room, surrounded by sleek modern chairs and data pads on tripods. This didn’t look like your dad’s studio back home; a place where the remnants of unfinished projects were put on display for everyone to see and learn from. Here, you could already tell: making mistakes wasn’t an option. There was no room for error.

You returned your attention to what was in front of you, only to have three pairs of eyes meet yours.

The first pair belonged to a girl of medium height. She had long, slightly frazzled, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that contrasted her pale skin. She jumped when you walked in, her face immediately lighting up when she saw you. The second pair belonged to a taller girl. She had warm, chestnut eyes that complemented her dark, sepia skin. Her hair framed her face in a fan of tight curls. She seemed to examine you carefully, squinting slightly, before turning back to her work. The final pair belonged to a boy of medium height. He had shaggy light brown hair and a tanned, terracotta complexion. He looked at you with curious hazel eyes, smirking ever so slightly.

The three of them looked to be about your age, somewhere in their 20's.

The blonde-haired girl ran over to you, pulling you away from your observations. “You must be the new girl!” she exclaimed. “I’m Rilea, your new best friend.”

You were taken aback by her enthusiastic and cheerful attitude; it wasn’t something you encountered very often on the Finalizer. You laughed nervously. “Oh, uhh… cool?”

The boy with the disheveled hair spoke up from the back of the room. “Don’t mind her, she has a new best friend each week.” He smirked at Rilea and she threw a box of tissues at him playfully.

“While that may be true,” she continued, turning to face you, “I can tell that you are going to be my favorite best friend.”

“That’s literally what you say to every single new person you meet,” the boy piped up again.

“For star's sake, Takoda, why do you have to be such a mudcrutch?!” Rilea shouted at him, frustrated.

You continued to observe in silence, still adjusting to the rapid shift of atmosphere in this room compared to the rest of the Finalizer.

You moved to go sit, finding an open seat next to the quiet, curly-haired girl. You gave her a small smile when you sat down, and she returned the favor, scooting her chair over to give you more room. Rilea, and the boy whose name apparently was Takoda, continued to argue like a couple of four year olds.

“Are they always like this?” you asked the girl seated next to you.

“Yup, pretty much,” she replied. “That is, of course, in between the times when they aren’t getting any work done… and the times when they still aren’t getting any work done.”

You laughed. “Well, at least one person here seems to have a level-head.”

“Make that two,” she said, giving you a smile. “My name is Akilah. What’s yours?”

You told her your full name before giving her your nickname, Wren, as well.

“Wren…” she pondered. “Not as in Kylo Ren, right?”

“No, no, no, stars, no,” you emphasized. “It’s the name of a- ” You paused, reconsidering. “I actually don’t know where it comes from, my friends just started calling me by it one day...”

Akilah stared at you intently for a few moments before Takoda shouted over at the two of you.

“Hey, you two aren’t gossiping about us now, are ya?”

You sighed, “Nope, just getting to know Akilah here.”

Rilea poked her head out from behind Takoda, “She's my best friend too!”

You mentally face-palmed and turned to fully face the group.

“So, this is the artist workspace?” you questioned, skeptically.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, I wouldn’t go that far as to say we are artists,” said Takoda.

You were confused. “But I thought-”

“You thought wrong. Here, you just follow the rules and instructions laid out for you. We are given colors, words, and images, and it’s simply our job to assemble it all into a neat poster or flyer for distribution.”

“Oh…” you replied, disappointed.

“I’m not even an artist,” he continued. “They just stuck me here after I was medically discharged from the trooper program. For the most part, everyone in this sector just got placed here because there was nothing else they could do”

“So why did they bother hiring me then?” you questioned. “If I’m gonna be honest, I’m used to a little more creative freedom back home. They could’ve chosen anyone for this job.”

“I don’t know,” Takoda replied. “Maybe they want their propaganda to look good for a change.” He smirked.

“Where did you say you were from again, bestie?” Rilea asked.

“Oh, I didn’t,” you replied. “I’m from Lothal.”

Immediately, each member of the team looked at each other, worried.

“Lothal…” Rilea repeated. “That’s one of the Order's targeted planets right now. I have a feeling that pretty soon we'll be distributing posters there. Maybe Hux thinks you can help reason with the people there?”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Akilah added. “First Order propaganda would be a lot easier to accept coming from a fellow citizen.”

You pondered their words. What they were saying was probably true: you were simply a tool to be used by the First Order. They didn’t care about your talent or passion; they just needed your image.

“Well, I don't know how helpful I'd be on that front,” you sighed, pausing. “So what is the project you are working on now?”

“We’ll know soon enough,” said Takoda. “Our fourth member should be returning soon with our new assignment.”

“Fourth member?” you questioned.

At that moment, the door swung open with a dramatic bang, revealing a tall, lanky boy with jet black hair and evergreen eyes. He was pale with light freckles speckling his face and arms. His eyes narrowed when they met yours, scrutinizing your presence.

“Look, here he is, ‘fun-sized Kylo’ himself,” Takoda quipped.

Rilea leaned towards you. “He claims that he adopted the whole ‘tormented soul, dramatic hair’ look before Ren even thought of it,” she snickered.

You were confused, but luckily Akilah came to your rescue.

“This is Soren,” she explained. “Our fourth member… Well, fifth, now.”

“Oh!” you replied, stretching out your hand for him to shake. “It’s nice to meet you I’m -”

“Irrelevant,” he interrupted bluntly, briskly brushing past you to sit at the back of the room.

You stood there, hand still outstretched, looking to the others for guidance.

Takoda spoke first, turning to face Soren. “Hey, laser brain, why don’t ya try being a little nicer to our newest member.”

“This is our newest member?” he responded, disapprovingly. “She doesn’t look like the First Order’s finest.”

“That’s because I’m not,” you interjected, defensive. “I’m from Lothal originally. Today is technically my first day with the Order.”

At the mention of your home planet, Soren visibly tensed, his fingers curling into tight fists. The other three looked nervously at each other; they knew something you didn’t.

Akilah, again, interrupted the tense silence. “We should probably get to work… What’s the new assignment Sor?”

Hearing her voice, he seemed to relax a little, pulling out a few papers with various sketches and color swatches.

“They want us to design posters directed at the people of Dantooine. The First Order is currently working to establish a blockade on the planet. It is our job to convince the natives to submit, while also showing them that they have the ability to contribute their own assets to our cause.”

You frowned, unsure of a few posters' ability to do such a thing. You were familiar with Dantooine; its history was deeply rooted in rebel allegiance. You doubted that a few pieces of paper could somehow shift the ingrained attitudes of thousands of people. But then again, you were an artist. And as an artist, it was your job to put blind faith into your work, simply hoping that others could see what you saw in it.

“How successful has this First Order propaganda been in the past?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Takoda laughed. “Not very. Usually, it just makes the citizens more angry. But that kind of works in favor of the Order: as soon as the rebels and their sympathizers become violent, whatever happens to them at the hands of the Order is then justified, so to speak.”

“What would happen if we tried to mix things up a bit? Like attempting a different style, color scheme, or whatever it may be, to make the posters more effective?” you suggested.

Suddenly serious, Takoda spoke. “No. We don’t do anything without the Order’s permission. Never. That’s our number one rule. We can mess around and make jokes all we want in here, but whatever finished product leaves this room has to be exactly what was requested of us.”

Something in Takoda’s voice made it seem like there was history behind this rule — history that didn't conclude with a happy ending. Looking around the room, you knew you were right. Everyone, except for Soren, was avoiding your gaze, choosing to stare at their shoes or the floor. Soren continued to bore into you with a death-glare, but your instincts told you he was like this with everyone and not to take it too personally.

“Yeah, I get it,” you responded. Soren looked at you sceptically. “Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I’m on my last warning with General Hux — another mistake will pretty much guarantee my head a new home in the trash compactor.”

“Speaking of Hux, we are to report to him tomorrow with drafts,” Soren finally spoke up.

“Tomorrow?!” Rilea exclaimed.

“Yup,” Soren replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Of course he would pull something like this, giving us less than 24 hours notice...” Rilea muttered, irritated.

“Stars, I swear that man is 90% petulant child, 7% attempted scariness, and 3% toupee,” you responded.

This earned a chuckle from the group. Even Soren managed a smirk.

“Yeah, well, sadly, that petulant child has a big red button sitting under his bony finger that can destroy entire planets in the blink of an eye,” said Akilah, quietly. “So, we should probably get to work.”

“She’s right,” you say, desperate to end any talk of Hux. “Let’s start.”

And with that, the five of you began work on what was your first official project on the Finalizer. Akilah showed you how to accurately read the diagrams that the Order had provided. Rilea and Takoda attempted to work for a few minutes before devolving into yet another tissue paper fight. Soren sat quietly in the corner, working on the new project, glancing up every now and then at you and Akilah.

Despite the hectic menagerie of personalities that surrounded you, you were glad that you weren't stuck working with cold, robotic First Order employees like Ms. Stoney. You desperately wanted to ask your new friends about their backstories and how they came to be “artists” on the Finalizer, but Takoda and Rilea were busy stuffing tissues in each other’s ears, and Akilah and Soren seemed like the ‘work in silence’ types. You decided to settle with your own thoughts for now; it wasn’t as if you were lacking them.

It occurred to you that tomorrow you would have to face Hux again, the memory of what he sneered at you in the hallway this morning still fresh in your mind: Strike two.

You didn’t know what strike three would involve, but you definitely didn’t want to find out.

Unfortunately, you didn't get that lucky.

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ateez as unconventional dates

☽. since i made one for oneus, i decided to write a version for ateez! this is also the third time i’m reuploading this so i hope this appears in the tags,,, requested: no word count: 2630 words

[Hongjoong] — making picrew images of each other

You suggested the idea while you guys were waiting for your lunch to arrive, but now you’re starting to believe that Hongjoong is enjoying this way more than you are. Hongjoong has never heard of the website before, not until you showed him how it works. He gleefully took his phone, typed in the website’s URL, and went crazy.

Since then, you two have done 11 renditions of each other from 11 different picrew creators. The food was getting a little cold since its arrival 10 minutes ago, but you honestly don’t have the heart to tell Hongjoong that you two should start eating. You also don’t have the heart to tell him to stop trying to find the best outfit for your picrew, especially since you’ve finished your rendition of him 3 minutes ago.

“Are you really sure you’re still doing the same picrew, Joong?” You pout. “I feel like you’ve done 5 more without me knowing.”

“No, (Y/N), you don’t understand.” Hongjoong grumbles, eyes still fixed on his phone screen. “I’m stuck because you have to look perfect, or else all the time I spent reforming clothes would be meaningless.” His eyes leave his phone to look at you. “I mean, you look good in anything, but I need to choose the clothes that can best capture your beauty.”

The remark makes you laugh, but when your stomach begins to rumble out of hunger, you tell Hongjoong that it’s time to eat. As he locks his phone and puts it aside, he warns you that he will be making more when he isn’t busy. For now, both of you eat your lunch and talk about your lives.

*picrew is a website that hosts different icon creators made by different artists.

[Seonghwa] — going on a spa date

“Something is off.” You hear Seonghwa mumble beside you. Your eyes spring open upon hearing his voice, although you squint upon seeing the light after having your eyes shut for so long. To the best of your abilities, you try to turn your head towards his direction and ask him what’s up. Your voice barely reaches him, especially with the way the exfoliating mud mask clings onto your skin. It prevents your mouth from moving normally, so it takes a bit more effort for your voice to reach his ears.

Despite being right beside each other, that is. Though if you think about it, you’re not sure if the only reason why your voice isn’t projecting well is just because of the grip of the mask, or if it was because your body was experiencing some sort of next-level euphoria.

You and Seonghwa made it a point to visit a spa together occasionally, to the point that you two have become regular customers. It was a way for both of you to spend time together and take care of your personal health at the same time; and it was great! To top it all off, you’ve befriended the staff as well so it makes the visits extremely fun and relaxing.

Recalling Seonghwa’s comment, you try to shake off the relaxing feeling to try to call out to him again. “Hwa, what’s wrong?” You reply a bit louder in comparison to your earlier attempt, and it catches his attention. The staff with you stop their movements temporarily, worried that something wrong might have happened.

With your limited vision, you could see Seonghwa turn his head to you with a frown. “I forgot to wear my Airpods before going in. I can’t play my music like usual.” Ah, yes you’ve noticed. It elicits a laugh from the staff, who actually ask him if he would like them to change the music playing from the speakers. He accepts the offer willingly, and you hear feet shuffling around after.

The speakers softly play what seems to be like ITZY’s Wannabe, and you laugh when you see Seonghwa in your peripheral view moving his shoulders to the beat.

[Yunho] — visiting and volunteering at an animal shelter

“Y/N look at me! Look at me babe! They’re following me around!” Yunho tells you gleefully as he jogs around the open field. As he moves rapidly around the grass, you can hear him yelling about he’s the “King of the Puppies” while the little puppies struggle to match his speed around the perimeter.

Since you’re indoors, you can’t exactly see him.

No scratch that, you can still see his head since he’s so damn tall. You, however, can’t see the puppies he claims he has reign over. You’re busy helping the staff and other volunteers feed the cats, all of which are inside the main building of the shelter. In fact, Yunho should be feeding those puppies that he’s running around with.

Ah, so then the puppies are actually chasing him around because he’s still holding the food he was supposed to give them? That’s what you’re telling yourself as you finish filling up the last bowl of cat food in the area you’re assigned in. You’re about to ask the manager of the shelter if there’s anything else you can do, but you stop in your tracks when you hear Yunho yell your name.

When you turn around, he’s no longer running around. He’s in front of the door leading to the main building, there’s a frown on his face as he stands there motionless. He still has the dog food in his arms, and some of the puppies are either trying to jump to get the food or are sniffing Yunho. Save for the one puppy who resorted to gnawing on his jeans and shoe laces.

His frown morphs into a pout. “Why aren’t you looking at me, (Y/N)?” His eyes look watery, and he makes himself look smaller in front of you.

Yunho’s actions don’t faze you. As you get back to work, you remind him to feed the puppies and report back to the manager when he’s done. You volunteered to help in this animal shelter, but honestly you feel like the real puppy you were supposed to take care of was right in front of you the entire time.

[Yeosang] — going on a morning jog together

This is bringing back memories, but they aren’t really good memories. That’s what Yeosang thinks to himself as he watches you tie your shoelaces. He’s just thankful that he doesn’t have to bring a camera with him this time around, and that he’s not going to be forced to greet people while he’s at it.

It’s early in the morning, and despite the sun slowly peeking out from the horizon, the chill of the passing wind pierces the skin. It’s a cold feeling that his windbreaker can’t block, but it’s the type of temperature that entices him to go back under the covers and cuddle with you.

Despite the lingering darkness, you can make out Yeosang’s features. As he lets out a yawn, you can’t help but appreciate the effort he’s putting for accompanying you this morning. Yeosang likes to wake up late, yet here he is with you, ready for some exercise. When you finish tying your shoelaces, you take his hand in yours. “Do you think we can catch the sunrise later, Yeo?”

“If we start now, maybe we can see it.” He says. “But honestly, I think we should just hurry up so we can take a shower and cuddle.”

“Alright, so let’s start? I have my timer ready.” You ask, quickly taking your phone from your pocket to show the application ready.

“Wait a moment, I need to get my music ready...” Yeosang gently lets go of your hand so that he can ready his playlist. Though as soon as he puts his phone back in his pocket, he takes a head start and leaves you behind. From afar, he shouts “I’ll race you to the hilltop, (Y/N)! Loser has to kiss the winner!”

Asshole. You take off at high speed, trying to catch up with the boy. This was supposed to be just a casual jog, you tell yourself. Besides, regardless of who the winner is, you know Yeosang is going to want some affection after all this exercise.

[San] — washing stuffed toys together

San laughs at you when you almost wipe your sweaty forehead with your laundry soap-ey hands. You’re ready to playfully beat his ass, but you know you can’t be violent. Especially with all the cute plushies watching both of you right now.

You know that your pre-loved stuffed toys must only see good things, especially since they’ll be meeting new children who will give them love and care in the same way they did for you. You saw a social media post circulating from a non-government organization around your area, stating that they were accepting donations for pre-loved toys in good condition. So together with San’s help, you’re cleaning your old stuffed toys and his old plushies to get them ready for donation.

You wash your hands with clean water, then pick up a stuffed toy to bring to the clothes line. “Goodbye my love, I hope you make other people happy.” You whisper to the plush bunny in your hands just before you hang it up to dry. It’s a routine; San is doing the initial rinses and soaping, and you’re in charge of washing the suds down and hanging them up. And now that you’ve finished putting up most of the toys in your wash basin, you walk up to San to see how he’s doing.

“Oh, is this who I think it is?” Your eyes widen in shock as you make eye contact with the familiar plush in San’s hands. Underneath all the bubbles, you see Shiber’s snout peeking from the soap. “Are you giving him away too?”

“No way!” San exclaims, grabbing Shiber and giving him a protective hug; despite the uncomfortable dampness seeping onto San’s shirt. “I just... need to give Shiber a bath because he’s a little dirty. Everyone is asking how Shiber is.”

“Did you really have to wait this long to wash him?” You snicker. Regardless, you peck him on the cheek, and tell him that you’ll be waiting for the next pile of toys to rinse at your station.

[Mingi] — visiting a night market

At the instance your eyes see a vacant bench, you scurry off and take a seat. You place all your bags beside you, but as you take a deep breath, something else that isn’t a sigh escapes your mouth. Mingi, who was trailing behind you, suddenly bursts into laughter when you let out a loud burp. You’re laughing along with him, but you have to warn him that for every staggering movement he makes when he laughs, Mingi might drop the tteokbokki on his hand.

Every date night you have with Mingi ends up like this; it starts with both of you looking through the clothes being sold in the thrift shops, and it ends up with Mingi and you eating so much street food that the clothes you bought together won’t fit when you try it on again.

The bags hanging from Mingi’s arm and the paper cup of snacks he’s holding reminds you of everything that transpired today. Mingi’s eyes are twinkling under the fairy lights decorating the stalls, and his smile is disarming.

His laughter doesn’t stop, and it’s slowly becoming quite embarrasing for you. You whine and throw your head back. “Mingi! Stop laughing! Everyone can hear you!” With every on-looker watching the both of you, Mingi’s laughter dwindles down.

“I’m sorry wait, I don’t even know why it was funny.” He says cheekily, moving towards the bench to take a seat. Mingi drops his bags, gives you his bowl of tteokbokki, and rests his head on your lap. Both of you are silent, you’re mindlessly watching pedestrians walking while eating Mingi’s snacks. Mingi, meanwhile, is looking at you with a tiny smile.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Mingi whispers. You look down to see him grinning at you. “I love you.” He says it so nonchalantly, but with the way he looks at you adoringly, you know that he means it. You settle with using one hand to play with his hair, and you reciprocate his words by letting your other hand caress his face lovingly.

[Wooyoung] — decorating a cake together

Wooyoung is fond of cooking, so you’d think he’d love to have a cooking date together right? If not cooking, perhaps he’d suggest baking instead don’t you think so? They all seem plausible, so when Wooyoung told you to visit the dorms with an apron, you’re preparing for Wooyoung to show you his new kitchen skills or something similar to it.

Except, when Wooyoung guides you to the kitchen, you’re surprised to see a cake that's fresh from the oven. You turn to face Wooyoung and question him. “Okay, so I was under the impression that we were going to cook together? So why did I need to bring an apron?”

Your boyfriend just beams at you. “We’re going to be cake decorating, sweetie! Remember when I said we were going to be bringing food to our potluck with the other boys?” Come to think of it, you do remember Wooyoung bringing it up when he invited you over. Plus, cake decorating would make sense considering the insane amount of food coloring and the bowls of frosting organized on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, potluck tomorrow night, you mentioned it in your text.” You answered him as you leave his side to inspect the work area.

“And SINCE I wanted to bring the best food in the potluck,” Wooyoung strides towards the other side of the counter. “I wanted us to decorate the cake, and we’ll do it so well that we’ll leave them utterly speechless!!”

“And how do you propose we do that, Woo?”

You regret asking that. His innocent beaming face shifted to a mischievous smirk as he rummages through the paper bag on the other side of the kitchen counter. He produces what looks like to be cake toppers, ones that have both of your faces on it and a text bubble that says “WOOYOUNG & (Y/N) SEXIEST COUPLE”.

[Jongho] — watching a live orchestra together

“You’re shaking.” Jongho says in observation. “Are you cold? Would you like my jacket, (Y/N)?”

“No, I’m fine.” You beam at him. “I just feel... Excited? Yeah, I’m excited. I can’t believe we had free schedules in time to watch this. What a dream!”

Jongho can’t help but grin at you as well. He’s excited that both of you can watch this orchestra perform famous movie soundtracks tonight. Though if you ask Jongho, he’s more excited because both of you can finally hang out together after weeks of busy schedules. You had your own things to do, while Jongho was busy with his work as an idol.

“Bomin couldn’t make it today.” Jongho tells you as you move forward in the line. “Well, everyone is busy. I’m sure they would have loved to watch too.” You nod. “So I’ve heard. You can’t blame them though, you’re all from different companies and have different schedules. You must be really lucky to be free today.”

He just smiles. He can’t exactly bring it in him to tell you that he asked the management to give him the night off as soon as you told him you’d be free one week ago. He can’t exactly tell you either that he’s been holding onto two tickets to the best seats in the concert hall since you accepted his invite.

There’s a lot of things he can’t say. But when he looks at the selection of songs the orchestra will perform, particularly those that came from romantic movies, he’s ready to tell you how much he likes you. But he can’t tell you that yet, he’ll be waiting at the end of the concert for that. For now, he takes off his jacket and puts it over your shoulders; you’re shivering in excitement again.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez x reader #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #tomoonine writing

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