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0209bun · 2 years
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Heeseung x fem!oc, Senior high!au
⌗ Heeseung finally put into the position Captain of the basketball team for their last year of senior high, also wanting to help for his mom's hospital bills. He decided to take a part time job in a local 7/11 store where there may be people buying, but only 1 person who keeps going there remains in his memories.
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Jung Ahyeon
I washed my face while waiting for wonyoung to finish using the stall. I kept thinking about what happened last night, I feel like a lot had happened though it didn't seem much.
Yeonhwa quitted his job, I don't know who I'll talk to now? I don't know what's the point of sneaking out anymore. Though I'll still do it since being stuck at home is still boring.
Soobin keeps getting more stubborn as months passes, I don't know what to do... If only breaking up with him would be so easy.
I cleaned my face, covered my eyebags until wonyoung finally comes out with a frown plastered on her face.
" Yen... " She called with a worrisome tone. " Are you alright? "
I didn't lay a look on her and I continued to cover my eyebags while looking at the mirror. " What do you mean? " I replied.
" I don't know why I asked this honestly, you seem pretty tired nowadays. Also you didn't even pay attention when Ms. Song was scding you about being late. "
" Ah! That's what happens when you have to work your studies, council works, and being in a relationship for a whole night! " I joked though wonyoung didn't really buy it.
" ...You know yennie, If you're struggling at these times.. Please don't be scared to ask us for help. "
My eyes widen looking at her reflection on the mirror, I'm convinced wonyoung's really worried about me.
" Or if anything's bothering you, don't be afraid to tell us... I just noticed you haven't been ranting a lot to us recently, even though I can tell that you're going through stuff. " She added.
I wanted to tear up right here, right now. But i can't, so i breathed in, touched by wonyoung's sudden words at the moment. She really cares.
" Wonyoung... " I called, I wanted to ask her about one thing.
Wonyoung hummed in response, waiting for me to continue my sentence.
" What if I want to break up..? With Soobin? "
Then the bell rang.
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every1studio · 3 years
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nooo writers block sucks :(( 💗💗
Yes it really does.. I scribble down some ideas once and a while, but when I get on my laptop, I just can't write anything 🥺🥺🥺
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wanna1studio · 6 years
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Descriptive Ship
anon requested: A written ship with BTS, Wanna One & SVT
noted: thanks for your patience (:
I’d ship you with...
Min Yoongi (BTS)
You guys can definitely connect when it comes to staying in the whole day and surround yourselves with blankets and pillows and just sleep and talk on repeat. Since you’re more on the energetic side, Yoongi will probably be the listener to most of your conversations. You’ll probably get so into your conversations that you don’t notice that you gave you 3 extra chicken wings.
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Kim Jaehwan (Wanna One)
You bet your toosh that he enjoys spending days indoors and just cuddling and singing to you. If you guys watch a movie/anime, beware to listen to his commentary for most of the film. You guys will probably bring the fun out of each other. Everyday is a fun day with Jaehwannie.
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Jeonghan (SVT)
He’ll take such good care of you!! This boy is such a cuddler and he’s lazy so expect a lot of planning to go out but somehow ending up staying at home. He’ll definitely do the most for you though. You hungry? He already ordered food and it’s on its way from delivery. You want to watch a movie? He’s already looking through categories on Netflix. Your neck hurts? He’s wrapping a neck pillow around your neck and providing lots of pillows. A day in with this boy is perfect. 
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wolf-and-bard · 3 years
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Proper Procedures for Wooing Witches
for @littoraly-art because you are amazing and I already said this, but I hope you have an awesome birthday <3
Pairing: Yennefer/Jaskier
Word Count: ~2.2k
Rating: T, some explicit language
„My darling Yennefer,“ Jaskier calls out as he swoops into his Oxenfurt apartment with a flat carton wedged under his arm. It already nicked the lavender mesh overlay of his newest doublet, but for once, he absolutely cannot be bothered by that. It’s too nice of a day. “Hello?” He kicks off his shoes.
High noon’s just gone by and Jaskier doesn’t expect Yen to be up yet – which means she will hex his ass if he wakes her. His giddiness outweighs his fears though, heart warming, as he takes in the cluttered entryway. Several pairs of shoes are strewn about, his and hers mixing on the ground. Yen’s all look like they could double as a lethal weapon and are some variation of black and white (though one pair is tinged brown from blood that crusts the bottom, he doesn’t want to know). It’s awfully domestic, a product of the temporary living situation they are in.
When Yen requested to use his rooms for a week or so, she explicitly asked for Jaskier not to be there, but, well, he is weak, he wants her, he couldn’t have stayed away if he tried. Yen’s been snippy from the moment he welcomed her with open arms and the prospect of sharing a bedroom, snippy to the point of grumpiness. That’s fair, Jaskier supposes. It’s also fair that she slips out at the most random times of day, coming back only when Jaskier’s gone to the academy for lectures or the pub for drinks with his colleagues. All fair and good. He catches her about once a day which is more than he can say for most of the year. Fair, yes. Nice, even though Yen is rarely, if at all, impressed with his affection for her. A bard can dream.
“Yenny,” he shouts again and whistles to himself as he slides through to the main room. To his surprise, she lounges at his dinner table by the window, one hand curled around a steaming mug, the other holding up one of his most beloved poetry collections (not only because he wrote several of the entries). Her hair falls in rich raven curls that cover her chest, barely concealed by the sheer black dressing gown she wears. It’s the only thing she wears, Jaskier notices, gulping heavily. Yen doesn’t look up from her reading, her lips are pursed and her tone clipped as she replies.
“For every time you call me that, bard, your balls will grow the tiniest fraction until, one day, they will explode, never to grow back.”
Jaskier considers it. Directs his attention downward. They do feel a bit strange, don’t they? But that’s only because he’s thinking about them. Right.
“I shall not be fooled,” Jaskier says, grinning. “But if you so insist, ‘beloved’ will do just as well. I brought you a gift.” Brushing past his dusty bookshelves and cluttered desk, he struts towards the table and drops the carton on it. It lands with a thud and swirls up more dust – how is it this dusty already, Jaskier could swear he cleaned the place, like, last month?
Yen licks her finger to turn the page which makes Jaskier laugh out loud. He rounds the table to glance over her shoulder, but immediately has to retch. There, catching Yen’s precise attention, is Valdo’s vomit-inducing sonnet about his first time taking a tumble with what Jaskier assumes was a professional. It has to be, no self-respecting person would bed the man free of his coin. Jaskier makes a mental note to spread another rumour about Valdo and various sexual diseases, then plucks the book from her hands and lets it drop to the table. She sighs softly under her breath and allows him to put a hand on her shoulder. Is that… does she lean into him? The tiniest bit? Oh, dear.
“That better not be a dress,” Yen says, reaching out. Her fingertips trace the edge of the carton as if she’s in deep debate on whether to pop it open. This is a game they’ve been playing excessively, him bringing her gifts, her making a show of whether to accept them or not. On the few occasions that Yen invites him for a drink or gives the acoustic properties of his lute a small magical boost, Jaskier fails to reciprocate her cool attitude. He’s too in love to feign indifference and it’s not like she would believe him either.
“If we’re using dress in terms of the precise cut it implies then no, no dress,” he replies, thumb rubbing her skin through the slippery material of the gown mostly to work through the tightness in his throat. It hurts sometimes because this farce makes him think she doesn’t want him. Hell, most things Yen does are aimed at making him think she doesn’t want him. But then there are fractions of admittance like this, like when her gravity shifts towards him or he finds her in his rooms, barely dressed, that make him think there might be more there. Jaskier simply has to practice patience.
“Julian, do I seem like a woman easily impressed with shallow gifts of clothes? In case you hadn’t noticed, I have a very particular style.”
“Oh, I noticed. Trust me, Yenny, you are very much one of a kind,” he replies, mesmerized by her fingers dancing on the cardboard. She loses no time in jabbing back.
“And yet you revert to common courting techniques? That’s pathetic and you know it.”
“Bold of you to assume I am courting you.”
“Bold of you to claim you are not. If I remember correctly, the last time Geralt was with us you got drunk off your ass and asked him for his permission to woo me. Which was sweet but not at all his place to allow. Then you continued to exert yourself into my life on every possible occasion with flowers and picnics and awful love songs. How else am I going to interpret all this?” Yen asks, craning her neck to look up at him from under dark lashes. Gods, she is gorgeous.
“Touché. But do not think I would waste the efforts of my best tailor on just anyone. This is advanced courting, dear.”
“I fail to see its distinguishing qualities.”
“The difference is that these clothes are hardly a gift and more a means to an end.” Jaskier winks which has her eyes narrow, fall back to the carton.
“You want to take me somewhere” Yen asks and, of course, she untangles his intentions immediately.
“Not just somewhere. My cousin’s forwarded me an invitation to a ball put on by some countryside nobleman or other. His work keeps him in Kerack so I’m to go in his stead. That is to say, I’d hoped you would go dancing with me.”
Yen looks up once more and Jaskier starts a little. He will never get used to the vibrance of her violet eyes, how they see through him. Once, she said it took no effort at all to pick at his thoughts, that she always feels as though he’s screaming them right at her. So, he does.
Please, he thinks, mouth twitching into a soft smile. Please, just this once. It would mean the world to me.
Yen huffs a small laugh and shakes her head, then draws the box towards her. Inside, she finds a slim-cut blouse made from the finest black cotton in the city, complete with white lace trim down the front and flaring out at the cuffs and collar. With it, Jaskier had the tailor make a white corset belt and a pair of deep black pants that have applications of the same lace. It would look precarious, almost edgy, on anyone else, but on Yen… the thought alone makes Jaskier’s chest tighten with adoration.
“Jules, this is beautiful,” Yen murmurs as her fingers trace the line of the seams on the blouse. Jaskier puts his other hand to her shoulder and holds on for dear life as his ear twitches. Was that? Did she just? Oh, how he itches to make a quip about the nickname. Because it’s funny, yes, but it also gives him palpitations. He feels like a lovesick puppy trying to befriend a wild cat. Which also means that any violation of trust can ruin what they have. It’s just so fucking precious, this whole affair, and if he were on the outside of it, he would squeal in delight and write a whole novel about it. He still might.
“I’m glad you like it. And it will look absolutely stunning on you. You will look stunning in it. Ah, not implying that you don’t usually look stunning. What I am saying is, the other attendees will be stunned.”
“You’re ridiculous… and stupid too. Are you certain you want to take me to the ball? I’m not exactly popular with the local nobility.”
“Quite the tragedy,” Jaskier says and because he feels daring, he bends down and kisses the top of her head. Then, he saunters over to the stove, pours himself a mug of tea and takes the seat next to her. “And yes, I am certain. In fact, there is nothing I’d love more. Let the people talk.”
“I don’t give a shit,” Yen says on another sigh. “Not about what they say or think or do.”
“Which is part of what makes you so damn sexy.”
Yen rolls her eyes and folds the clothes back into the carton.
“These are lovely, but I will not wear them to the dance,” Yen says. Which means she will go with him at least. It’s not enough, Jaskier is dying to see her wear what he picked out, dying to show the world that such a brilliant woman would choose to spend the evening with him. Most of all, he wants to make her happy. “Trust me on this. You have a reputation to worry about and bringing me along already risks that. Bringing me along in that can and will mess with your career.”
“Trust me, when I say that it won’t matter. I’m already famous and folk love to gossip about famous people. Probably more than they love my songs. I could imagine worse truths to be spread about me. Besides, didn’t you just say you don’t care what people think about you? Why then would you worry about what people think about me?”
"Well I never," she says, but her lips soften into a smile and her hand rises to fiddle with her pendant. Jaskier gently pries it off and brings her knuckles to his lips.
"I don't care either," he whispers. "I just want to go dancing with you."
"I'll portal to my rooms in Kaedwen and get one of my old dresses.” Her face is all smiles, but an edge has stolen into her voice which makes her sound forlorn, sad even, and her eyes flicker over to the folded clothes in the box. Jaskier’s throat tightens.
"Why are you so stubborn? It’s obvious you want to wear them. You don’t need to start giving a fuck now.”
"I'm trying to do something for you here, Julian. I don't usually go out of my way to attend stuck-up parties with peacocks such as yourself."
“Please,” Jaskier says. He still holds her hands in both of his and because he has no shame, and because this really does mean the world to him, he sinks off his chair and onto his knees before her legs. Yen’s eyes widen a fraction. “For me.”
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They dance. Oh, how they dance. Jaskier always considered himself a great dancer, he has music in his veins and has flirted and whirled his way through every ball room and banquet hall on the Continent, and it’s clear that Yen is no stranger to this art either. They are exuberant, relentless, they laugh and pirouette and demand their ground, much to the detriment of those with lesser skills. The lack of a dress doesn’t subtract from their flair, if anything, it allows for a broader range of motion
"The only way we could draw more eyes is if we'd brought Geralt along,” Yen giggles. Fuck. She’s so carefree it brings tears to Jaskier’s eyes.
"Gods no," he laughs. "He would ruin all the fun with his growling and brooding. If you're looking for more attention however..."
"Jules-"
Jaskier twirls her and, in that motion, catches her around the waist and dips her low, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips which are parted on a yelp. Before he can tug her up again, her hands come forward to cup his face and she presses into him, grins into the kiss.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” she whispers.
“Admit it,” Jaskier drawls as he brings her back upright and they fall into an easy basic waltz, closer to each other than the dance strictly necessitates. “You love me.”
“That is awfully presumptuous of you.” But she laughs, and kisses his cheek, and Jaskier thinks that maybe one day, she will. “Don’t bet on it, bard.”  
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soranihimawari · 3 years
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Boutique Rendezvous
A timeskip!Azumane Asahi story.
A gown I found on Pinterest that inspired this story->
Fashion Gown (wedding version)
Riz: your best 'lady'friend
Yennie: [Y/N]
*random support: Gin -> server at local ramen house <-
Rated: AAF [Azumane Asahi Fluff]// SFW// strangers to lovers (?)
Word Count: 1.046 K
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*this line has absolutely no relation to the story, but I thought he looked cute, haha
“Ever wonder why there was such a thing as ‘soulmates’ Riz?” your voice has a slight teasing tone to it. It’s well past the time of year of odd autumnal festivals and the late night hustle of the city’s underground comes alive. You and your best friend from work, Riz, are two young entrepreneurs in the fashion district of Osaka. Although you both are dressed in casual streetwear, you both find yourselves in a ramen shop splitting some edamame as an appetizer. The waiter returns with two glasses filled with your favorite cocktails.
“Because people want to believe in finding ‘the one,’ Yennie,” she shakes her head as you scoff at her statement. You take a sip of your drink while picking up another piece of edamame from the bowl in front of you.
“That’s the thing, Riz,” you begin. “There is no such thing as ‘the one’ for me.”
“Oh?” her voice is curious at best, granted the look she gives you is skeptical. “And why, praytell, is that?”
You sigh before propping up an elbow and resting your chin in your hand thoughtfully looking into the kitchen.
“I believe in multiple ‘the one’s’. It’s really a shame ya know. My siblings are married and settled down and my parents are berating me to go out into the dating ring,” you explain.
“They mean well, y’know.”
“I know, but considering my ex-boy toy was fucking around and knocked up his side chick means silly Cupid above is toying with my emotions.”
“Man that bastard was a horn dog, but that’s in the past. C’mon, our food’s here.”
The warm dish was served with all it’s classic ingredients and as Riz and you devoured every morsel, your server (and by default chef) was ecstatic that things turned out well.
“Hence why we’re your favorite regulars Gin-kun,” you joke while signing your part of the check. You leave roughly eighteen percent gratuity for the server who has been working there since your boutique had opened with Riz about four years prior. Gin was a university student when you and Riz bought out the space, and for a while in Osaka’s nightlife, he was another contemporary artist who had aspirations of being a chef (or sous chef) when he graduated.
“It’s because you both know how to tip a broke college student,” he replied with a smile.
“Keep smiling like that and I’m sure Riz will tip you with more than her signature,” you wittily reply. Riz narrows her eyes at your statement before glancing back at the still grinning Gin.
“Yennie is right. I would, but for right now I’m going home. I already ordered my uber,” Riz says as she closes the receipt book and leaves it on the bar counter. Her cell phone lights up with more notifications from her driver.
“Aww and here I thought you were going to attempt to sleep with me,” you jest. “G’night guys. See you next week.”
You leave the restaurant and begin walking back to your apartment complex. Lately, you’ve been feeling a bit tired of the same routine. Even with your good-for-nothing fuck-boy ex, when things were good, things were great. Fortunately, you were on the mend and haven’t thought of him since, however you did hope he was doing well. It was almost ten months ago since you had broken up with him after finding out about the unborn child he had fathered, you muttered a wistful, “may the child bring you peace,” to the sky.
The doors of the apartment complex are highlighted by the street lamp on either side of where you stand. Your phone is in your hand while you send RIz a text saying that you’ve just arrived home; she reminds you that you have an appointment with another designer from Tokyo who is interested in having his work displayed at the boutique later in the afternoon so the shop. You smirk at the dimly lit screen and wonder what designs an Azumane Asahi would bring with him. Judging by his body of work for runway haute couture during Tokyo’s Fashion Week, you were a bit surprised he wanted to partner with a small business from Osaka.
The following morning was filled with the sounds of traffic and other people making their way off and on the train platforms. There was a certainly tall fellow with square-rimmed glasses along with his long hair tied in a neat bun dressed in casual business clothes jumping off the train. He had a satchel with him and maybe three suit zip covered dresses in his left hand. On the right, he held on to his phone and decided perhaps jumping in the next available taxi was not the best idea, but he didn’t want to be late for this meeting with the ever elusive Ms. Yennie from a small local business out in Osaka.
“Rosewood & Vine Boutique please,” Azumane says when he plops down into the backseat. The driver nods briefly before he turns on the meter and off they go.
Meanwhile, inside the boutique, you were making yourself busy by brewing tea and coffee for your guest. Riz was giving you bullet points about Azumane’s life prior to university and post:
“Went to Karasuno High School, was part of the volleyball club, went to nationals; went to the Tokyo University for Fashion and Design; worked in haute couture and sportswear houses like ADIDAS and NIKE for world competitions…”
You let out a low whistle as the electric kettle was starting to bubble.
“You said Karasuno, right?” you asked.
“Yeah. What does that have to do with anything, Yennie?” Riz inquired. She folded her paper in half and placed it on the counter next to where the mugs were kept.
“I briefly remember my neighbor wearing the boy’s uniform for that school. There was one day he had his club jacket on him...”
Riz glances at you in wonder for a moment before she stifles a yawn and mentions to you the time before she leaves for the day. She may be the designer as well as your influencer into pursuing the business side of the fashion industry, but even she could not stop you meeting the young man who was fated to be yours.
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jihoonfmd-archived · 6 years
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sturnioloshacker · 3 years
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Painted Nails - Christopher Velez Imagine
so i found this:
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and now imma write a little something!
Chris’ two daughters, Sofia and Isabella, absolutely LOVE doing girlie things. From dressing up to doing makeup, these two are obsessed with it all. Not only do they test their nail designs and makeup looks on themselves, they test it on Chris. It was the day that CNCO were performing at the VMA’s and the girls wanted to paint his nails so they he can acknowledge them since they won’t be there due to the COVID-19 pandemic. This is how it went...
“Papa! Papa!” Sofia yells from her room. “Come upstairs!” Isabella yells after her sister. “Is everything okay? Are you hurt? Are you upset?” Chris asks as he runs up the stairs. Chris is so protective of his two girls that whenever they yell, he thinks something’s wrong. “Since we won’t be able to come see you and our tíos perform, can we paint your nails?” Sofia asks, her gorgeous brown eyes staring big into her father’s. “We want you to know that we’re supporting you!” Isabella tells him and the two girls both nod their heads. Chris laughs and places kisses on their foreheads. “Of course mis amores! Anything for you two!” he gushes to the girls that he adores so much and sits on Sofia’s bed. The girls giggle and race to Sofia’s makeup and nail station and start digging through the nail polish draws to find the perfect colours for Chris’ nails. 
“Papa! What are you wearing tonight?” Sofia asks. “Does it matter?” Chris replies. “Yes! We want to make sure that the nail colours match with the outfit colours!” Isabella exclaims and Chris giggles. “Red, black and white” Chris tells the girls and they dig through the draws to find the exact colours. “They need to be exact or it won’t work!” Sofia mumbles to Isabella. “Gotcha!” Isabella mumbles and continues to find the colours. They find the three colours and the equipment needed and race back to Chris. 
After the drying process, the girls take photos of Chris’ nails and squeal. “They look perfect!” Sofia squeals. “I love them!” Isabella exclaims. “What do you think, papa?” they ask at the same time. “They’re beautiful! Thank you bebés. Te quiero!” Chris gushes and kisses their cheeks. Chris leaves the room to get ready for soundcheck. Before he walks out the door, the two girls come screaming down the stairs, telling him to wait. “Bye papa! Te quiero!” Isabella screams as she leaps into Chris’ embrace. “If anyone asks about the nails, tell them that we did them in support!” Sofia says as she hugs Chris. “Of course, amor! See you tonight!” he says, blowing kisses to his girls before hopping in the car. 
PRE-PERFORMANCE INTERVIEW
“Here we have CNCO! Welcome guys! Now this is your second performance, how are you guys feeling?” the interviewer asks. “Excited! Even though there’s no crowd cheering us on, I know that they’ll be cheering from home”, Richard explains and the guys agree. “It’s a whole new experience so we shall see what goes down!” Joel says and smiles at the interviewer. “That’s great! Now Christopher, I noticed that you have your nails painted!” the interviewer says to Chris and he looks down and smiles. “Ah yeah! My two daughters couldn’t be here tonight so they wanted to do this to show their support and love. They’re the best nail techs!”, he tells the interviewer. “Did you wanna say hi to them?” she asks and Chris’ cheeks turn bright pink. “Hello mis amores! I miss you so much! Can’t wait for you to see me and your tíos perform! Te quiero!” he tells the camera and blows the camera kisses. 
The girls are at home watching the interview and they blow kisses to the TV. “We love you, papa!” the girls yell. “Oh wait, he can’t hear us”, Sofia mumbles. “¡No se preocupe! Lo tengo en video”, Chris’ mum Yenny says. “Gracias tía Yenny!” the girls squeal and get ready for the performance. The boys perform and the girls are singing and dancing their little hearts away. Yenny films the girls singing and dancing and sends the video to Chris for when he gets his phone back. 
LATER THAT NIGHT
Chris quietly opens the door and heads to the living room to find Yenny waiting for him. “Gracias mamá!” Chris says and kisses his mum’s cheek. “Are they asleep?” Chris asks as he starts walking upstairs. Yenny nods and gets ready to leave. “Gracias mamá. Thank you for taking care of them”, Chris says and kisses Yenny again. “Adios Christopher. Te quiero mucho”, Yenny says and quietly closes the door. 
Chris walks upstairs and heads to Sofia’s room to find her asleep. Chris smiles before leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Sweet dreams, princesa”. Sofia smiles and rolls over. “Te amo, papa”, Sofia softly whispers before falling into a deep sleep. Chris smiles and heads to Isabella’s room. He leans down and places a soft kiss on her forehead. “Buenas noches princesa. Te amo”, Chris whispers to her. Chris walks to his own room and gets ready for bed. He changed into his pyjamas and brushed his teeth before walking back to his room. He walks into his room to find Sofia and Isabella in his bed. “Aren’t you two supposed to be sleeping?” he asks. “We wanted to sleep with you!” Sofia giggles. Chris laughs and hops into bed with his two girls that he adores so much. “Buenas noches mis amores. Sweet dreams. Te quiero”, Chris says and cuddles his two girls. “Te quiero papa”, the girls whisper and they all fall asleep.
A/N: I’m big soft after writing this
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wordsablaze · 3 years
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Ch.10. Bemusing Blue
Blue Buttercup Almost like buttercups, it took Jaskier a lot of time and trouble to bloom and find his place in the world, but it wasn’t all so golden… (aka: yennefer was his mother way before he was jaskier)
A/N: i’m once again back with chaotic fluff but hey, there’s plot if you squint ?? @dauntless-hufflepuff-pride @mayastormborn
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She doesn’t remember dozing off but her eyes snap open to the sound of a whimper.
“Julian?” she asks automatically, her arms tightening around him as she wakes up properly, ready to curse anyone who’s hurt him into oblivion. When he doesn’t reply, she glances down to find him shaking, his eyes squeezed shut and sweat glistening on his skin like little drops of rain.
“Julian?” she asks again, gently nudging him.
(She doesn’t know what to do other than be gentle.)
He only whimpers again in response and the small noise goes straight through the heart she didn’t know could still be so affected by such things. Sighing and praying that she’s not making a mistake, she uses her chaos to wake him up as carefully as possible.
“Yenny!” he sobs as he jerks awake, his eyes filling with tears.
(Her eyes are tempted to do the same.)
“Shh, little one, it’s okay. I’m right here, we’re okay,” she finds herself whispering as he melts into her touch, sniffling as he tries to stay quiet. She can’t understand why he’s trying so hard not to cry when all the children she’s seen in the past relish any opportunity to do so but she knows now is not the time to ask him about it.
“Stay with you,” he whispers back, his fingers curling into fists around the fabric of her dress.
(For once, she couldn’t care less about the creases.)
“Stay with me,” she agrees easily, slowly running her fingers through his hair as his breathing slows and he drifts off again.
It’s still dark outside so he lets herself relax once more, not quite willing to go back to sleep but also not willing to get up and leave Julian alone with his nightmares. In a strange, fleeting moment of disbelief, she wonders what Tissaia would say if she saw her now.
(She doesn’t care what anyone would say anyway.)
Yennefer stays exactly where she is until dawn breaks, at which point Julian stirs once again. He’d shifted in the last few hours to practically be sitting in her lap, his arms around her middle and his head resting just under her neck, so when he yawns and looks up at her, she can’t help but smile. “Good morning, Julian,” she murmurs, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“The sun’s awake,” he mumbles through another yawn.
She chuckles. “Yes, it is. Do you usually wake up with the sun?”
“Sometimes we have to be awake for the moon too,” he replies, sounding as if he thinks she’s silly for even asking such an obvious question.
(His smile is the only thing worth being seen as silly.)
Yennefer hums, waiting until he uncurls himself from around her before standing up herself, stretching her arms and rolling the stiffness out of her shoulders and elbows. It’s only when she finishes stretching that she sees Julian copying her movements with a sheepish grin.
“Are you hungry?” she asks instead of addressing the way she wants to grin back.
He jumps upright, opening his mouth to reply but getting distracted as he wobbles and falls over, giggling as he bounces on the mattress.
Biting her tongue so she doesn’t interrupt his glee by laughing, Yennefer merely watches as he amuses himself by jumping up only to fall over and bounce onto his back, making a mental note to try her best not to kill the Lord who’d provided something that makes Julian so happy. She feels a bit like a fool as she waits for this child to finish playing, leaning against the wall with her arms folded, but since there’s nobody around to see it, she figures she can give him this opportunity uninterrupted.
(And give herself this opportunity uninterrupted.)
“Yenny, does this bedroom have jam?” Julian asks after a while, breathing heavily from the effort of literally jumping around.
“Bedrooms don’t have jam, Julian,” she replies, wiping the sweat off his forehead with her sleeve - an idea that would once have been unfathomable to her.
Julian frowns. “But you said bedrooms are where you keep you keep your favourite things!”
Yennefer nods as he climbs into her arms, locking his legs around her waist as she places an arm under him to steady them both. “They are. But food goes in the kitchen.”
“The kitchen,” he echoes, nodding. “Did you bring your kitchen?”
(She doesn’t know if she wants to laugh or cry.)
“No, little one, but this house has its own kitchen. We can go and ask if they have jam,” she tells him, missing out the part where she’ll figure out a way to acquire some herself if they don’t.
“And bread?” Julian asks, his head dropping to rest on her shoulder.
“And bread,” she confirms, biting her tongue again so she doesn’t offend him by accidentally laughing.
He nods and just as she starts moving, asks, “Do you think the sun likes jam?”
Yennefer pauses, using one hand to lean against the wall as she ruins her plan not to laugh, unable to stop it this time but unwilling to risk dropping Julian no matter what. Once she’s recovered and he’s looking up at her with furrowed brows, she nods at him. “I don’t see why not.”
(She does but indulging him is far better than explaining why.)
She knows she’s made the right choice when he nods happily, wrapping his arms around her neck and fiddling with her hair. There’s a part of her that doesn’t want to leave their room like this but she figures it’s too early for most people to be awake and she’s powerful enough to convince any servants that see her not to say anything unless they want to lose their tongues.
And so they make their way down to the kitchens where they do in fact have enough jam for Julian to enjoy two servings of breakfast.
(Stupidly enough, Yennefer just enjoys his enjoyment.)
“Is he okay?” one of the maids asks Yennefer, “He looks a little pale.”
Resisting the initial urge to punch the other woman for potentially insulting him, Yennefer just nods. “He didn’t sleep too well.”
“Nobody sleeps well here,” the woman sighs.
“What?” Yennefer asks, now more curious than anything.
The maid looks a little guilty but shares a glance with her friend before nodding solemnly. “None of us have slept well for the last few years.”
It can’t be coincidence that Marcio’s mage friend had died just as their nights had become uncomfortable, it just can’t. “I’ll look into it,” Yennefer promises.
The woman smiles at her gratefully. “Thank you. We’ll find some more jam for your son by luncheon.”
The words don’t even register at first but by the time she realises she should correct that assumption, the maid has already disappeared somewhere and she’s left frowning at thin air.
(She’s almost glad she hadn’t had to explain what exactly he is to her.)
“Aren’t you hungry, Yenny?”
She blinks, pulling herself back into the moment as Julian holds up a piece of bread to her. She’s not really that hungry but she can’t exactly refuse, can she?
“Thank you,” Yennefer says sincerely as she bites into the bread, almost surprised to find jam on it; the very idea of him so easily sharing something he loves with her comes as a surprise.
He beams at her, one of his hands sliding into hers when he finishes his own food. As the jam on his fingers makes both their hands sticky and he freezes, offering her a guilty smile that’s immediately followed by a delighted giggle when she magically cleans their hands, she absently wonders if this is what actually having her own son would be like.
(Too bad she’ll never get to find out.)
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i'm sorry but soft parent yen is my jam (ha, get it?) so i'm self-indulgently milking it, hope that’s alright <3
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hanbff · 4 years
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stray kids reaction: you being vegan
requested: yes “Hiiiii, skz reacting to vegan s/o pleaseee! Ty❣”
genre: fluff ?
a/n: i’ve never written something like this, this was an interesting request! thank you for requesting and i hope you like it! also some of these got a lil short bc i really couldn’t think of any ideas, i’m sorryyy
note: apologies for how long it is😭 i’m on mobile and i don’t know how to add “read more” so if anyone could tell me that would be great!
Chan:
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chan wouldn’t really have a reaction? like nothing would change due to you being a vegan. but it did become a problem when you went out to eat or went to parties because most places around weren’t vegan. chan decided to take matters into his own hands and make sure, in advance, the place you were going to was vegan.
“hey felix, do you know if the restaurant we’re going to is vegan? i just want to make sure because...” his voice trailed off as he got up to do a few things in his room. you smiled at what you had heard, he cared enough to make sure you could have a good time at the party too.
he obviously couldn’t always do that and you knew that but seeing him so focused on finding a vegan place nearby made your heart burst. you heard him say his goodbyes and let out a loud sigh. you thought “maybe he didn’t find one”, so you walked into his room and waddled up to give him a back hug. he let out a yelp before turning to see you.
“god, you scared me!” he chuckled before placing a kiss on your forehead. you smiled before saying,
“you’re the best, i love you.” he was a little shocked at the sudden confession but happy nonetheless.
“well i love you more, angel”
Minho:
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min would probably think nothing of it but if it was okay with you of course, he would sometimes tease you with things you used to love but now didn’t eat. like one morning, the boy was up making pancakes for himself as you both usually had separate breakfasts. you walked into the kitchen to see him eating some of the slightly messed up pancakes and he caught you looking.
he smirked before asking, “do you want some?” you let out a small chuckle before waving your hand in dismissal.
“no thanks, love” you replied. he hummed before drizzling maple syrup on his alright looking pancakes. you then whined as you thought about how much you missed pancakes. then you realised... you could make them yourself!
you decided to find a vegan recipe and get on with it. minho looked at you in confusion before following you to the fridge.
“what are you doing?” he asked, maple syrup still in his hand.
“making my own, much better, pancakes” you replied back, giving him a small smile. he smiled back before whispering in your ear,
“can i help you?”
Changbin:
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bin would be slightly confused as to why you would voluntarily stop eating meat and whatnot but still would be supportive. he would pout slightly and feel a little bad when you said you couldn’t join the boys since they were going to a meat place that had absolutely no vegan options.
“it’s fine love, go and eat” you reassured him. he still seemed unconvinced but nodded before kissing you goodbye.
“please make sure you eat something before i come back!” he shouted before the door shut.
you smiled to yourself, getting up to make yourself a meal.
Hyunjin:
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after walking around, you both decided it was time to eat. walking into a nearby restaurant, you both sat down and began looking at the menu. you scanned through the menu and were delighted to find a few vegan options. you went with (insert vegan options bc i’m clueless) and hyunjin went with a classic burger and fries.
hyunjin’s food arrived first and you couldn’t help but stare at it when the waiter placed it on the table. hyunjin looked at his food with joy before digging in. you had a small pout on your face while you scrolled through your phone. you then felt a finger poking you and when you looked up hyun was holding half of his burger, pushing it towards you. you looked at him with confusion, was he expecting you to eat that??
he looked back, with the same confusion, until it hit him. he nearly dropped his burger on the table before he covered his mouth in shock.
“babe, i went blank and completely forgot you can’t eat that, i’m so sorry!” he was rambling, apologising after every sentence or so. you had to stop him before you went mad, so you kissed his cheek.
“hyun, it’s alright you forgot, now carry on eating dumbass,” you giggled at his now red cheeks as he continued to eat again.
“did i say i’m sorry?”
“hyunjin!”
Jisung:
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jisung would be really interested? like he’d ask you loads of questions like why’d you become one or what food do you miss eating the most, innocent questions like that. he would also try his best to find vegan recipes he could make since he did eat a lot of animal products. jisung sometimes felt a little bad for eating it in front of you, but you reassured him that it was fine.
“babe, should i make burgers?” he asked you. you shook your head, “nah it’s fine, i’ll order something”
“but i have a vegan substitute?” he walked over to you, showing you the packaging.
“see i made sure, i wanna have a meal with you again... like we usually do.” he whispered and you saw the sincerity on his face. he really wanted to have a meal with you, it had been a while and you can’t say you didn’t miss it too.
“alright show me what you got, chef jisung” you said as you jokingly bowed in front of him.
“babe, i don’t remember anyone having to bow down to a chef-”
“oh whatever, let’s make food!” you said happily running back to the kitchen. he smiled as he watched you, before following after.
Felix:
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lix is very sweet and supportive about it, he would be very interested so he decided to try veganism for a week.
it went well... partly. he got through half of the week fine, the both of you finding vegan substitutes for nearly all of your favorite snacks. but felix completely forgot when the boys bought food after practice. he was starving so he dug in straight away, basically finishing his bowl in 5 minutes.
“lix, are you on some diet with y/n?” minho asked, stuffing his face with food.
felix’s eyes widen as he placed his bowl on the practice floor.
“no! i completely forgot!” he said, covering his face as the other boys laughed.
“it’ll be fine, i’m sure y/n won’t kill you,” jisung giggled as the other boys agreed. this slightly put felix at ease although he still felt a little bad for it. he decided to stop eating as he was full anyways and get back home after waving goodbye to the boys.
“bye felix, pray y/n doesn’t kill you!” says changbin as the other boys continue laughing at his worried but smiling expression.
as he got home and opened the door, he instantly smelt food. he walked to the kitchen where you were, stirring a pot while cutting up some vegetables.
“hey lix,” you said not turning around. he walked towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist.
“hey, what are you making?” he questioned, trying his hardest not to make it obvious. you smiled, feeling his breath against your neck and felix instantly knew you realised.
“well, since you’ve already eaten, this is for me.” you said, finishing your cutting.
felix pouted, “i didn’t mean to eat the meat! i was really hungry and decided to eat and completely forgot that- hey!” he was rambling o you decided to shove a few pieces of carrot in his mouth to shut him up.
“lix, it’s completely fine it’s not like you’re actually a vegan.” you giggled at his shocked expression before he tried to speak forgetting there were still carrots wedged in his mouth. he nearly chocked, quickly chewing and swallowing before trying to speak again.
“so... you’re not mad?” he questioned as you shook your head and he let out a deep breath he was holding for God knows how long. you turned to him, kissing his pink lips.
“i could never be mad at you, angel”
Seungmin:
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seungmin knew you were vegan long before you told him as he just shrugged when you decided to finally tell him.
“i already knew y/n. it was a bit obvious, i haven’t see you stuff your face with all the junk in weeks!”
“hey, i do not stuff my face with junk!” you pouted as he just laughed. okay, maybe you did but thay was besides the point. you chose to tell him today because his family invited you both for a dinner later that day.
after you both arrived you sat opposite his sister, seungmin sitting right next to you. once everyone was there, people began looking through the menus and ordering. you found what you wanted and so did seungmin.
a while had passed and your food was finally being sent out. the waitress placed your food and you thanked her before she left. you looked into the silver tin that came with it and there was meat? you looked at seungmin who saw the tin and took it.
“let me eat that for you,” he began, eating half of it in one go. you smiled at him but smacked him on the thigh. he looked at you in confusion.
“you told me i stuff my face with junk but look at you! you look like a squirrel!” you laughed as he blushed before he nudged you.
“hey, if you must know this meat is not junk.” he said, trying to be serious but began laughing once he saw your smiling face.
“thanks for this, i love you.” he quickly said, stuffing the rest of the meat in his soft looking cheeks. you giggled before kissing his full cheeks.
“i love you too, kim seungmin.”
Jeongin:
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jeongin would try his best to be respectful so sometimes he wouldn’t eat meat or anything animal related (?) in front of you, just incase you were uncomfortable. you found out at a regular café you two always went to when you saw him looking through the menu.
“yennie, when did you need to look through the menu? you always get the cake and coffee?” you questioned looking up from your phone.
“i decided i’m not going to eat anything that’s not vegan in front of you.” he said with a smile on his face.
you quirked a brow, before speaking again. “when was it a problem, love? you can eat whatever you want in front of me, you know that.”
“i just... thought it would maybe make you uncomfortable... i don’t know,” he trailed off, looking back at his menu in embarrassment.
“baby, it’s okay i promise i don’t feel uncomfortable when you eat all that in front of me, okay?” you said, placing your hand on his.
he looked up from his menu and gave you his signature smile. you smiled back before you both decided to finally order.
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idoldragos · 5 years
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echointheforest replied to your post: 💕🕹
I take it then you’re excited for the Monster Rancher game coming soon? :P
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Even if it is just an android port for yennie pennies, I want it!
Still hoping for a localization announcement though.
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The Garden’s Children
Hooooo boy, here we go!
My first short story for this blog, and I've never been so terrified of something so mundane.
I'll be honest, I feel like there's something more I could've done, and I’m not sure what it is,  but I hope y'all enjoy it nonetheless
The word count is 4795
Oh, and a special shoutout to @truewanderer77445 , @araniladin , and @wallpatterns for their support and help while I was making this
Part One
Staving off negativity takes too much effort. Especially when everything is objectively, unequivocally negative. Still, Alaric always appreciated a challenge--even if they came suddenly--and hoping in spite of everything was the only thing he could do now. Standing here at the Garden House’s door with little knowledge on what to expect, he could only hope that this visit would go well, even more that he wouldn’t make an absolute fool of himself or the kingdom.
Even if the kingdom would be at fault if I did, he thought and sighed. There was no point in blaming anyone for this predicament. Well… maybe there were a few who could be put to blame, but thinking about that was useless now. In this moment, he had a task, and he would see it through.
Still wary, he knocked on the door, to which it opened immediately, and a young, silver-haired woman greeted him, eyeing him with a strange look. “Oh,” she said, “can I help you, Sir?”
“Good Afternoon. Yennifer Havoc, correct?” Alaric replied, continuing after she gave a slow nod. “I’ve come to examine this Garden’s Children for the monthly report.” She raised an eyebrow at that, her eyes widening.
“Oh? I’m sorry, you must be mistaken. I didn’t realize I’d be seeing a different watchman.” There was no anger or accusation in her voice, thankfully, just general surprise. He knew how she felt. “I thought I’d be seeing Sir-”
“Sir Biron,” he cut her off, something she didn’t seem appreciate. “Apologies, again,” he gave a small bow. “He had business to attend to.”
“Business?” There was accusation this time, and her smile wavered. “And no one thought to tell me?”
My thoughts exactly. He struggled not to sigh--again; yet another issue with the last-minute change was that no one stopped to tell him what or how to explain it. He’d only been given general information about this Garden, about the Caretaker, and one very stern order from Biron.
“I suspect that no one realized how long he’d take before it was too late. I was only notified that I’d be filling the role for him two days ago.” Tense silence followed. Her smile had completely vanished, and instead she bore a scowl that she was undoubtedly trying--and failing--to hide. He was resolving himself for what could possibly lead to an argument with a complete stranger when she finally spoke.
“Fine,” she all but spat with a wave of her hand. “Let’s just hope you can get the job done as any other can.” With that, she led him inside.
“I’ll have to apologize again for this. I’m sure you don’t appreciate surprises in these events.”  She waved off his apology. “Little can be done about it now. I suppose we’re both lucky that this is but a courtesy report.”
Is it? That’s what he’d thought at first--it was the right month for it--but from the way Biron had treated it, it seemed his very reputation hinged on this.
“If it’s any consolation, I was told a little about you before I came here, at least,” he said as they walked through the hall.
“Splendid,” she replied, “if only I could say the same about you, Sir.”
He realized he never introduced himself. “My name is Alaric Anson. It is nice to meet you, Yenni-”
He could barely finish her name before she stopped walking and interrupted him. “Havoc.”
“Pardon?”
“While you are here, you will address me as Ms. Havoc, Sir Anson.” She breathed an agitated sigh and folded her arms. “Am I understood?”
She waited for an answer, her impatience suggesting she’d dealt with this numerous times. Did she make the children call her that as well? Finally, Alaric spoke: “of course, Ms. Havoc.”
With a satisfied nod, she brushed past him, guiding him further into the house.
“They couldn’t have told you much if you don’t even know common courtesy. Tell me, who said what about me?”
“Biron made sure to give me basic information when he could. He did mentioned that you were a very… stern woman.” Well, he chose words much more generous than “stern” or “strict,” but Alaric was sure that got the point across just fine. In fact, with Sir Biron’s description, he’d suspected Havoc to be much older. But despite her hair, he was surprised to find that she couldn’t have been much older than him. And, other than her adamance on how she was to be addressed, she didn’t seem that bad; her reaction to the sudden change was much calmer than he expected, even if that was all he had to go off so far. She did, however, surprise him when she chuckled after his reply.
“Of course he did. Anything else?”
“That you have a strange, yet strong connection with the children.” So much so that you try to hoard them.
Bringing up the children may have been a mistake; as soon as she spoke of them, her earlier scowl returned, and her arms tightened across her chest. “Bold of him to speak of them,” was all she said. It was a risk, evidently, to push the topic further, but the most his curiosity would let him do was deviate ever so slightly. “Speaking of which, where are they?” They’d been walking through the house the whole time, even passing what he suspected to be rooms for some of the children, but he never saw any.
“The six meant for the presentation are waiting in the class wing. I suppose you at least know how this is supposed to go.”
Right. This month’s report was really just meant to make sure that the children were making progress. That the Caretaker was doing her job. A “courtesy” for both the children and the kingdom. Short and simple.
“I believe so, despite everything,” Alaric said. “I’ll be seeing them one-by-one, correct?” She nodded, breathing what sounded like a sigh of relief.
“What else, if I may ask, has Sir Biron said about me and my children? I didn’t realize he had someone who was willing to listen to his grievances.”
In all honesty, “willing” wasn’t truly the right word. Maybe if “begrudgingly” was placed before it, it would be more appropriate.
“Nothing much beyond that,” he lied. “Just that you bond well with them.” That, and you try to keep them from their servitude to the kingdom for as long as possible, you hide as many as you can during courtesy visits, you make deals and conspire with them for once they become Promised Children, you sully his image and name and speak down to him whenever he arrives, that if I don’t get at least one child out of your Garden during this month’s report, you’d win again and he couldn’t have that… the list went on and on, so much so that Alaric was almost furious that his mentor spent more time giving him “warnings” that scarcely applied to him than, say, any useful information. The only thing relieving him was the fact that this meeting was going well, which was probably only because he was amusing the Caretaker. He couldn’t imagine what kind of petty qualms this woman had with Biron, especially since she appeared to be so calm. They must have been plentiful, however, because Havoc all but rejected his words.
“No, that doesn’t sound like him. He’s very long-winded. You should know that if you’re friends with him.”
“Friends,” is a strong word, my dear. Nevertheless, he couldn’t outright deny it, only correct it, even as he did nothing to hide the grimace on his face.
“He’s my overseer, actually. A mentor, of sorts. He’s been teaching me for a few months, now.” Alaric sighed. “But yes, he is long-winded. Yet, I can’t help it if he talks for so long that I drown him out, now can I?” That was probably a mistake, speaking ill of his superior--even in jest--with a woman that he undoubtedly hated. Still, though, it was nice to speak a little freely of him. Fun, even, if not risky. Even so, a change of topic would probably be best.
“I suppose you can’t,” Havoc said. “But that’s enough for now. The class wing is just around the corner. We’ll be one room down from the children. Would you mind waiting inside while I fetch the first one?
Alaric shook his head. Taking one last moment to conspire? He doubted the thought, of course--even considered it funny. But that didn’t make this arrangement any less strange. True, the children would be presenting their abilities by themselves, but still… he wasn’t allowed to see all of them together?
“Good.” The Caretaker’s mood had brightened as the two talked, but his compliance seemed to do her the most favor as the two walked into an empty classroom. “I’ll only be a moment. Let’s hope we make a good impression.” Alaric sighed when she left.
“One child. Just note that you deem one child as ready for their training as a Promised in the report.”
There were, of course, many things wrong with that order, the most glaring being the fact that this was a courtesy report, one where Garden children are barely deemed ready to leave their home. And Havoc was able to choose the six children for this presentation, meaning she just as easily could’ve chosen the least impressive. Or, at the very least, demanded that they hold themselves back. If that were the case, he could report that the Caretaker was doing a poor job in teaching and training the children, which would do far more damage than having one child leave. But why would he want that? Because she hides children when watchmen come? Because she does so when Biron comes? If anything, he understood. He barely knew this woman, and she already seemed much more pleasing to be around than his mentor could ever hope to be. He could hardly take the demand seriously, much less now that he was actually here. The only thing keeping it in his mind was his mentor’s adamance. If he believed his apprentice ignored his demand, there’s no telling how angry he’d be. For the time being, Alaric supposed, he could simply wait and see how everything would play out, and at the very least, hope that no matter his choice, he wouldn’t have to be barrated for more than two hours.
 Part Two
           The breeze blew steadily--if not a little harshly--throughout the room, and Alaric almost feared that the girl would knock something over. He blinked so much that he could barely see her at the front of the room. His short hair was already blowing wildly about, and he had to hold his notebook and pen in place for fear that they would fly off the table. Soon enough, though Havoc waved for the wind to stop. The girl lowered her arms, and the air immediately went still.
“Thank you, Kylie,” Havoc said as the girl bowed.
Wind manipulation. He wrote down the girl’s name and ability in his notebook, writing more as Havoc spoke to him. “Her power is rather promising, but the only issue is that it tends to… escalate when she uses it too much. She’s fine with creating a steady breeze, but any more than that, and she’ll lose control and wind up summoning a wind storm.” His pencil abruptly stopped at “control,” and he raised his eyebrows at the Caretaker. She didn’t seem to notice, somehow, even as she stared him down.
“Don’t you think…” he trailed off for a moment, wondering how she could look so calm after what she just said.
“Wouldn’t training in the kingdom help her handle that if she’s already showing signs of promise?”
She shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows. “You would send a storm to a kingdom, with strangers who have no clue what could set her off?” she asked. “She’s already struggling now, with someone who knows and has taught her well.” Havoc placed a hand on her chest. “Can you imagine what would happen if she were taken away in the middle of her training? It’s best that I handle her until she makes further improvements.” He couldn’t argue the sense in that, even less so when he looked over to Kylie, who seemed to nod in agreement when she noticed his gaze. But he chose to keep silent, and went back to his writing as Havoc called for the next child.
The next presentation was a replica of the first; the boy came in, Havoc introduced him, and he presented his talent. This one’s name was Neil, and he could forge a fire from his very palm. According to Havoc, he still needed to be taught on effectively using his flame for different purposes. “Won’t he be able to do that in the Kingdom?” Alaric asked.
“He will make more progress if I am the one helping him. He’s comfortable with me, and thus, willing to learn more. It’s the same case.” His insistence on mentioning the Kingdom was obviously agitating her, so much so that he wondered if he should keep at it for the rest of the presentations. He felt it unnecessary to anger her, even though prying would continue to do just that. Even so, prying was a part of his task, wasn’t it?
“I don’t see you writing that down.” It wasn’t a threat, but something in Havoc’s stare snapped him out of his thoughts. He hastily noted her words in his book. He didn’t lift his head when she sent Neil for the next one, only doing so when she actually appeared.
“This one here is Viridian.” A young redhead holding a small pot to her chest presented herself to the front of the classroom, taking a deep bow before looking at her Caretaker.
A prop? It wasn’t much, but she was the first one to bring something with her.
With a nod of approval, “Viridian” nodded back and sat cross-legged on the floor with the plant resting in front of her. She put the tip of her fingers to the dirt and closed her eyes, pushing further into the soil with each breath. Soon, a green stem sprouted from the pot and steadily grew along with a bud that slowly expanded. When it leveled with the top of the girl’s head, the bud unfolded itself, and a large sunflower beamed at the two.
Viridian stood, and was about to bow again before Alaric’s clapping threw her off. It was a soft, steady sound, and yet she stared at him wide-eyed as her cheeks turned red to match her hair.
“Wonderful. Viridian, was it?” Timidly, she nodded, and nearly spoke before Havoc interrupted.
“Apologies for cutting in, Sir Anson,” she said, “but this presentation is long enough without you talking to the children.”
She sent a glare in Viridian’s direction, and the startled girl put her head down and bowed as she was supposed to.
Perhaps he made the air too tense after all. He simply wanted to compliment the child, make an attempt to change the atmosphere. And besides, this was his first time speaking with one. Even so, just doing that put Havoc on edge. Perhaps she knew of his intent, or at least, that of his superior. If so, maybe addressing it wouldn’t hurt.
“Apologies, Ms. Havoc,” he said, “I just thought that it’d be much more productive for the report to speak with the subjects of it instead of-”
“Instead of their Caretaker?” The one who has been overseeing their collective growth?” Havoc raised a brow at him, almost goading him to challenge her. He looked over to Viridian, who only dared to take a quick glance at him without so much as moving her head. With a nod and a small sigh, he gestured for Havoc to continue.
“Cultivating her ability proved to be difficult,” Havoc said, looking the girl over. “She could hardly grow a weed when she first started. But, with enough patience and concentration, she managed to boost her progress in such a short time that it even impressed me.” It was short-lived, a “blink-and-you’ll-miss-it” moment, but he swore he saw her smile at the girl. If her “progress” was enough to make this woman happy, then it must’ve been promising. Instead of replying, Alaric simply took notes.
When he looked up, he saw that Havoc appeared to be waiting on him.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“You don’t have any questions?” There wasn’t anything in her voice but confusion, much like when she first saw him. For a reason he couldn’t quite discern, that was almost relieving.
“Well… I suppose I could ask how you managed to help Ms. Viridian progress her talent.”
“Oh! I-” Alaric’s attention snapped to none other than the girl herself, who was suddenly staring at the two with wide eyes. She obviously wanted to continue, but she’d caught Havoc’s attention as well, and her glare cut her off.
“Yes, Viridian?” he asked, hoping a warm, if not slightly pleading smile to Havoc would be enough to garner permission. It was the closest he’d get to asking her “please.” The Caretaker stared between the two, incredulous at them both. She probably wasn’t expecting any of the children to speak, and he wondered if they weren’t either. Even he was shocked.
Shocking him further was Havoc’s answer; albeit begrudgingly, she nodded for the girl to continue.
“Oh… well…” Viridian must have been just as surprised as he was as she gathered herself. She wrung her hands and twiddled her hair as she spoke. “Well, Yen-... Ms. Havoc helped me with my focus. She told me that I couldn’t sprout anything because I was thinking too hard about it, so she helped me practice blocking everything else out.”
“Is often the case with children,” Havoc stepped in when the girl was finished,  “they can’t focus on what they’re doing with their talents at first. They’re either caught up by the prospect of failing, or become frustrated much too quickly when they feel they are failing.”
Alaric wrote quickly to keep up with their words, satisfied at the notes when he was done. “And you help break them from those habits,” he said. Havoc nodded. The silence allowed him to ponder for a moment, before he looked to Viridian.
“Well, it’s good to have such a methodical Caretaker. I’m sure there’s much more you could learn from her. Thank you, Viridan.” The girl remained still, flushed, and cast a glance to Havoc, who nodded at her. With a nod back, she took her pot, the flower now towering over her, and left the two waiting for the next child.
“Thank you,” Alaric said, breaking the silence. “For letting her speak. She seems like a fine student.”
Havoc didn’t look at him--her stare remained glued to the large chalkboard at the front of the classroom--but he could see the smile that crept across her lips. “She’s a shy one, but she’s learning to get past her nerves. I’m surprised she even spoke.”
Because she’s shy, or because you probably told her not to? He was again amused by the thought of her speaking--or, “conspring,” according to Biron--with the children.
“And thank you,” Havoc said, interrupting his thoughts. “For the compliment on my teachings.” He almost forgot he’d done that. “You’re welcome,” he said, his smile never leaving. “It was simply an observation, though.”
“Well, I appreciated it nonetheless.” If there was anything he had to give to their Caretaker, it was that they obviously respected her. If Viridian’s appraisal of her teachings were anything to go by, short as they were, he understood.
Soon, another girl holding a small, ornate box stepped in, taking the place of those before her. She was the second one to bring an item with her, other than Viridian.
“Ah, Tabula.” Havoc beckoned her over, and the girl walked to where the two sat. Alaric studied her, curious. She was the first child to approach them like this, the others being perfectly able to showcase their ability at the front of the room.
Gingerly, the girl--who he now realized was wearing gloves--put her box on the table between him as Havoc pulled up a stool for her. She sat, opened the box, and reached in, pulling out-
A dead bird?
Havoc grimaced at the thing, and it took all he had not to join her. Only the girl, Tabula, regarded the creature with something other than disgust. If anything she seemed to do so with affection. Out of all of the… quirks he’d seen and expected from the children, an affinity towards dead things had certainly not been one of them.
“Apologies, Ms. Havoc, but…”
Havoc held up her hand, silencing him. “Don’t worry, Sir Anson,” she said, “it’s apart of the presentation.” Her voice was calm as usual, but her expression told him that she simply wanted to put that bird back in its home as soon as possible. Finally, something they could truly connect on.
With a nod from her Caretaker, Tabula took off her gloves and hovered her hands over the bird. Before long, a green, wispy essence circled around its target, and with each cycle, it seemed to respond. Its head twitched, and he could almost hear a small chirp coming from it. Its eyes burst open, its head tilting back and its neck craning, its wings spreading in sudden, jerking motions. Soon, its body followed suit.
Alaric watched watched in fascination--as well as a hint of horror--as the bird, half-rotted and swathed in a green substance, flitted its wings, as if preparing to take flight. Instead, though, it bounced around the table, leaving a trail of waste and mucus as it did, tweeting a cacophonous song from a torn throat.
“Like the others, Tabula has improved immensely in her abilities,” Havoc said, trying to hide her dismay at the now-dirty table. “Before, she was unable to make anything move. Though, I will say that she’s only come so far, and is currently only able to fully animate small animals and insects.”
Havoc’s summary allowed Alaric to pull his focus away from the bird and onto his notebook.
Can only animate small animals. If this small animal was enough to unsettle the both of them,he feared what anything bigger would do. Would he have to handle children like this in the future?
Would he have to handle Tabula herself? He wondered what Havoc would think about such an idea, but decided to keep the question to himself.
“That’s…” he tried to summon an honest word, but one that wouldn’t harm the little girl all the same. She watched the bird with an elated rapture, almost as if she wasn’t the one controlling it.
“That’s astounding, Darling.” Her glance flew to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bird’s do the same. “Thank you!” she beamed. “I want to make a zoo when I leave, even though Ms. Havoc says that I can’t.” The Caretaker raised her brow at Tabula, who lowered her head, an amused, if not mischievous smile playing across her lips.
“Well, I’m sure it’ll be a lovely zoo.” Assuming she was ever allowed free use of her own powers. The rules around the Garden’s Children and their abilities were tight enough, and with a power like that at her disposal, it’d be a wonder if she were allowed to use it for anything other than at the Kingdom’s request. There’d be a tight leash around her, especially if she remained so recklessly fascinated with her own ability. Seeing how happy she seemed now, though, it was almost sad imagining such a thing.
Nevertheless, Tabula’s smile grew wider when she looked at Alaric, and she turned to Havoc as if to confirm his hopeful words, only to be subdued by her scolding glare.
“Anson,” she said, turning to him, “if you could refrain from encouraging this one any further, I’d greatly appreciate it.”
He agreed. Both to avoid argument, and because encouraging something such as this would undoubtedly see him scolded by both his peers and mentor if they knew. Especially his mentor. Still, seeing Tabula beam at him made it worth it, and he could see that even Havoc was warmed by the sight.
“Apologies,” he replied with a nod. “If Tabula here is done, I’d like to see the remaining children you have on display.” With that, the little necromancer put her gloves back on, and the bird dropped back into its cold, deceased state not a moment after. He almost felt sorry for the thing, and wondered what it must have been like to suddenly reawaken as it did, then banished the thought altogether.
With great care, Tabula put it back into the box and closed it, promptly leaving afterwards.
The remaining two children were no less of a spectacle. One was a boy with wings that Havoc ascertained were still growing, and the other was a girl with a voice so enchanting that he nearly fell asleep. Havoc pointed out that getting her to use her ability on others was a struggle, and it’d take some time before she was completely comfortable taking an order to do so. Their names were Malakai and Pandora.
“Well then,” Havoc said as the final student left the two alone, “I hope you found this watch to be especially fruitful.”
“I’m not sure what the standard usually is,” Alaric replied while flipping through his notebook, “but I will say that seeing everyone was quite the treat. I must thank you, Ms. Havoc.”
She waved away his thanks, shaking her head. “It’s a necessity, Anson. No need to thank me.”
“Even so,” he paused, unsure of his next words, unsure of if he should even press the issue. “Even so, you were much more accommodating than I thought you’d be. Despite everything.”
“Despite what you’d been told?” Aside from when she chuckled in the hall, this was the first time she smirked at him. He returned with a smile. “That, and despite my behavior. I saw that I annoyed you with the first presentations.”
She didn’t deny it outright, but shook her head. “You were doing your job. If Sir Biron was the one giving it, I can’t fault you for that.” She knew about the order. Definitely. Either she was very perceptive or he was simply that obvious. Or both.
“We never saw eye-to-eye, as you can probably guess,” she continued, “and last month that truly came to a head. The last thing he said before he left was that I’d pay for looking down on him, and that I wouldn’t be able to keep my children holed up forever. I see he wasn’t able to see that promise through, but I never thought he’d have someone else do it for him.”
“....oh.”
“Oh?” Havoc looked almost surprised as he did. “You didn’t know?”
He shook his head. He guessed that this whole ordeal stemmed from some rivalry between those two, but his mentor had conveniently left out that detail when he was “informing” him. It made sense, when he thought about it, as to why Biron would deem it unnecessary to tell him, but still… it was nice to know what sparked this specifically.
“Well,” Alaric spoke slowly, almost chuckling at his next words, “he’s going to be very disappointed.” He took a moment to smile at her confusion before continuing. Looking closely, though, he could see a hint of relief as well. “You’re children are growing well, but from what I’ve seen today, they still need your presence to steer them into becoming Promised. They should all stay with you for as long as necessary.” He began writing as he spoke, quoting himself. It wouldn’t hurt to have a written argument at the ready to help him against Biron. Silence filled the air after he was done talking, the only sound breaking through being his pen on paper until Havoc’s voice joined it.
“Thank you,” she said. “Truly, I appreciate it.”
When he was done, Alaric closed his notebook, gathered it alongside his pen, and stood. “No need to thank me, Havoc. I’m simply doing my job. For both of our sake’s though,” he’d begun making his way to the door, and stopped in the frame. “Let’s hope that I’ll be able to be your watchman again in the future. Maybe even for an official report. I’d love to see the rest of the children.” With that, accompanied by a smile, he left.
For this, he could tell, he’d definitely be getting a lecture well over two hours.
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Hi! I just found your blog,and I can say that I adore your writing! Your works are absolutely perfect! 🥺❤️
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cloakedpride · 6 years
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vanitygear replied to your post:
Um no, it’s his actual eye Yenny like wtf how dare you spit in the face of my god with this headcanon
it’s too big to be his actual eye
then again we have no proof he’s human so actually
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jihoonfmd-archived · 7 years
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✶ headcanon ✶
focus: music
             ↳ vocal range, styling, preferences, execution + more.
vocal range: 3 octaves, 3 notes (E2-bb5) 
voice type: tenor 
vocal color: rich and surprisingly deep, although he’s able to reach high notes with ease. changes the tone and sound of his voice to match the songs given to charm. 
strengths:
well supported mixed and head voices 
able to match pitch with other people singing with him 
easy to harmonize with/finds it easy to harmonize 
well supported and agile riffs and runs in mixed and head voices
smooth and easy transitions between voices (i.e. head to falsetto)
well managed breathing/breath support 
voices are connected and resonant 
weaknesses 
chest voice and lower register lack support and resonance 
falsetto is strong, but lacks precision
runs sound messy and slide around too much in chest voice and falsetto 
tenses larynx the higher he pushes himself to sing
belted notes sometimes sound forced and compressed when not properly supported or planned 
overall analysis
debuting as one half of the main vocalists of charm, jihoon is one of the strongest vocalists in his group, and one of the strongest vocalists signed to bc entertainment. his naturally wide and extensive vocal range, paired with his years of practice and years of vocal training have molded him into a formidable vocal talent. 
runs are something that jihoon love doing. his runs are agile and sharp, well placed and precise - in his mixed and head voices. his ability to shift between chest, mixed, head voices and falsetto is quite impressive for someone his age, although expected of someone who has been singing for as long as he has. 
he struggles when it comes to his chest voice and falsetto, his notes often becoming messy and uncontrolled. he has the range, but doesn’t have a hold on his voice when it enters his lowest and highest notes. something that can be easily mended with time and practice. 
styling 
the producers and execs at bc push the boyish concept for charm - not too young, but not quite that mature either. because of this, they have jihoon sing in the higher end of his range, which is why his head voice is so developed. he’s the most comfortable in this range because that’s the one he’s the most used to singing in, although it’s not the most natural for him. his true, natural sound is deeper and fuller. he wants to sing with his “natural” voice more but the songs the charm sings don’t allow him to do so. 
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being the girl group enthusiast that he is, on many separate occasions he has been asked to do honorary live stages with other male idols for girl groups. some of the songs he has done live stages for include bee’s something, lipstick’s catch me if you can, silhouette’s hush, lipstick’s miniskirt, diary’s decalcomanie, and silhouette’s ah yeah.
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Assembling the DInkerBop™ team, part 2:  I met Ed Yenni years ago at an Our Group - Cleveland networking event.  We became good friends.  Ed owns a successful industrial electronics product design company in Avon, Ohio, LogiSync LLC.  
The week after Rhonda and I decided to work on making the simple radio a reality I ran into Ed and simply asked him if he knew how to make a radio.  Ed replied that making radios as a teenager is how he got into electronics to begin with.  I  showed him his sketches for DinkerBop™ and Ed was all in as our engineer.
That's Chris in the middle, Ed's personal assistant at LogiSync, and key to our team as well.  
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