photos taken by my sister

This lovely photo taken of my sister in spirit and myself on Sunday at Castlefest last summer was sent to us the other day and I figured it would be an excellent upload in honor of #throwbackthursday Ah I’m already missing summer a wee bit but I am definitely not missing crippling around with a full leg cast!

Photography by ©eyenancy
Retouching by us. 


More Wondercon photos! Featuring the most adorable lil’ Junkrat I’ve ever seen! His costume was made by his talented big sister!

Most of my photos were taken on my friends’ cameras, I’ll have to snag ‘em from ‘em soon! So many awesome cosplayers! I missed the Overwatch meetup by about 30 minutes, unfortunately. :C 

D.Va was the awesome lolibelcosplay on Instagram, who was wandering around without a group and so was adopted by us to hang!

Bad Girl Ch 23: Jihyo

Double Update!

*The Next Day*

“On your knees!”

“People usually offer dinner first,” Jiho muses as we are stormed by police. I just glare at the officers as they force both of us on our knees and pull our hands behind our heads before cuffing us.

“Shut up,” One of the officers spits dragging Jiho away towards another car.

“Move,” Another officer pushes me at a different car, his hand loosely gripping my forearm. I hesitate, locking eyes with Jiho he gives me a small reassuring smile, the officer pushes me harder this time making me stumble.

“Be careful with that one,” A man warns, being out of uniform I assume he is higher up.

“You have a death wish doing this,” Jiho sneers at the man.

The man chuckles, “Is that a threat?”

“No, more of a warning for your own sake.”

“Get his ass in a car,” He commands the officers. His eyes shift to me, “She can ride with me.”

The officer dragging me places me the back of an undercover car while Jiho goes into a squad car. I watch him drive away, feeling alone, but I try to push that away and remember that I can handle this. I am the White Dragon. The man gets in the drivers seat an follows the way the squad car went. It’s not a far drive to the police department, though it feels like forever. I keep my poker face on the whole time, I stare him down in the review mirror, he feels my eyes on him and glances up. A polite smile graces his handsome face. I want to ask what I am being arrested for but I don’t want to be the one to break the silence first. He hauls me out of the car when we arrive, gripping my forearm he leads me in to the busy, and familiar police department. I’m expecting to go into a ceil but he takes me straight to a interrogation room.

He closes the door leaving me alone with my thoughts. I eye the metal chairs be decide to pace instead. My mind races, thinking of all the things they could possible have arrested me for but nothing comes to mind. There is absolutely nothing they have enough proof to arrest me for, something else must be going on. The detective appears again he gestures to the seat facing the two way mirror.

I sit down in the uncomfortable chair, poker face still staying strong as the man sits down cross from me, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Water would be nice,” I say politely.

He nods and looks to the window before turning back to me, “It will be in shortly, until then how bout we talk?”


“You. And your boyfriends.”

I raise brow, “Boyfriends?” There is no way they know about my daddies.

“Kwon Jiyong and the mystery man in the other room.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Than what is he?”

I sigh, “He is my body guard.”

He scoffs, “Really? He is with you 24/7.”

“Yep, that’s what a body guard does right? He guards me 24/7, that’s his job.”

“Fine how about we talk about Mr. Kwon.”

“What about him?”

Now the man sighs, “He is you’re your boyfriend?”

I nod.

“How long have you been together?”

I hum, “About September of last year.”

“How did you two meet?”

“We ran into each other.”

“And when did you get the surgeries?”

I pause, “Surgeries?”

“Miss, I need you to know that you are in a safe place. Mr. Kwon can not get you. That man cannot hear you, you can speak honestly with me. I know the rumors, if you can give me proof to them, I can get you away from them.”

I chuckle, “What in the world are you going on about? Jiyong would never hurt me.”

He sighs, “Miss, if you don’t help me there is nothing I can do for you. You need to give me something so I can get you away from them.”

“Why would I want to get away from my boyfriend?”

“Do you have any idea who those are?”

I cock an eyebrow at him, “Please enlighten me.”

“They are the Black and White Dragons of Korea.”

It takes all of myself control not to laugh. I take a deep breath to keep myself from giggling when I open my mouth. “What is your name?”

“Huh?” He is thrown off by my question.

“I asked your name. You are asking me all of these things, I would like to know who I’m answering to.”

He straightens his shoulders, “I am detective Taceyeon.”

I nod, “Are you new?”

“I’ve been in the department for 8 years.”

“You must be new to the case, I’ve never seen you before.”

“I took over after the lead detective was murdered.”

I click my tongue, “Detective Lee?”

His jaw clenches as he nods his head.

“Sorry for not feeling too guilty, I wasn’t a fan of the man. We weren’t on the greatest terms last time we met.”

“I’m aware.”

“So what exactly am I here for?”

Just then the door opens revealing another handsome man, this one almost too pretty to be in a place like this. He gives me a smile and sets a cup of water in front of me.

“Thank you.”

He turns and leaves, I watch him have a silent conversation with whoever is standing on the other side of the two way mirror behind the detective. He catches me staring and quickly closes the door.

My eyes shift back to detective Taceyeon, “Why am I here?”

“We are trying to help you-“ He stops talking when I lean across the table and grab his tie, dragging his massive ass out of his seat and on to the table.

I snarl in his ear, “If you honestly think I believe that bull shit you are a lot stupider than I thought you were.  You dared to take me, you dared to go against Jiyong, you must think you have something. Tell me what it is before I snap my fingers and burn your world to the fucking ground.”

He gulps and attempts to pull away to regain some kind of pride but I don’t let him move, “You are assaulting an officer! This is not the time to threaten me little girl.”

“It’s not a threat, it’s a fucking promise.” I push him back into his seat before relaxing back into my own with my arms crossed over my chest. He looks honestly frightened of me for a few minutes as he tries to get himself together without much luck. He looks over his shoulder and does some hand signal.

Once again the door opens, I groan, wondering who the hell it could be this time but I quickly shut my mouth and sit straighter in my seat. My heart stops at the sight of Jihyo standing in the door way, her eyes blood shot, her mouth hanging open in a sad attempt at speaking. My eyes flicker to the detective he’s eyes focused on me, waiting for some kind of reaction. I’m about to say something when I realize what is going on.

I forgot, I’m dead.

I’m not the real Jooyoung, I’m a copy that Jiyong made. I want to reach out to Jihyo and console her but I can’t. This whole lie was built up well and I’m not going to tear it down and have to deal with my family and police. I have enough going on but with Jihyo’s eyes on me I can’t just brush her off. She comes at me, like she always does, taking me to the ground and holding me tight, crying into the crook of my neck.

“Joo!” She bawls. It takes all of my strength not to hug her back. I take a deep breath and push away gently, confusing the crying girl. “What are you doing? Joo!” She comes at me again.

“Take me to the sky,” I mumble it barely loud enough to be a whisper but she hears it. Her eyes go wide. It means go along with whatever could come out of my mouth, no matter what it is. We used to use it when we were trying to sneak out, or more often when she would sneak out and her parents would call me for an alibi. We just stare at each other for a moment, she waits for me to say something but I’m just trying me best not to cry.

After a moment the detective is standing up to see us over the table, “Are you okay?”

I nod, “A little surprised, that’s all. Who is this?” I gesture to Jihyo.

“She seems to know you, you tell me.”

I look back and pretend to study her even though I know that pretty face anywhere and shrug, “I’ve never seen this girl before.”

The detective looks to her, “Miss. Jihyo do you know this woman?”

“I’m sorry, I got so excited I mistook her for someone else,” Jihyo apologizes as she whips her eyes.

“Mistook? Are you sure this isn’t who you thought it was?” He basically begs.

She does the same and pretends to study me, “I’m just emotional. I thought she looked like Jooyoung but now that I’m up close I can tell that it’s not her.”

He looks absolutely dumbfounded, “I thought you knew it was her.”

“I thought it was her. But then I remembered that Jooyoung is dead,” Her eyes shift to me, becoming glossy with tears once more. “I went to her funeral, I watched them lower her into the ground. I mourned the loss of my best friend. This must really be a copy.”

Her words sting. I want to explain it all to her but I can’t right now. I keep my poker face on, “Is this your trump card?”

He huffs, pulling a picture out of his suit coat pocket and hold it out to me, “So you are telling me this isn’t you?” I stare that the picture. It’s a family photo from a long time ago. My sisters and I are all smiling like nothing is wrong but I remember that day. We were out in the yard, my mother had taken the photo moments before my sister pushed me off the play ground and sent to the hospital with a fractured wrist. I look past the photo to him, his hope is on his face but I quickly crush it when my face doesn’t falter.

I sigh and stand up, offering a hand to Jihyo that she accepts, allowing me to pull her to her feet. Again I find myself wanting to hug her but I manage to control myself. “If that is all I’m going to leave. Where is my body guard?”

“You aren’t cleared to leave.”

“Am I being charged with something?”

He glares at me, “No.”

“Great now you have three minutes to release my body guard before I have Jiyong on the phone and he will not be happy to hear where I am. Time starts now.”

He doesn’t want to give in to my demands but once I’m done speaking he is out of his seat in search of Jiho. The moment he is gone I grab Jihyo’s hand and drag her out of the interrogation room and find the bathroom as fast as possible. Inside I’m pull her into a tight hug the moment the door is closed. She returns my hug just as tight, her tears returning.

“What the hell is going on?” She whales in to the crook of my neck.

I stroke her head, swaying back and forth to calm her down, “I don’t have time to explain now just know it’s me, I’m alive so don’t cry.”

She pulls away and cups my face in her hands to actually study me, “You can’t just say that! Do you have any idea what it felt like to think you were dead? You need to explain this to me now!”

“I don’t have time. Jiho will be looking for me and we can’t talk here.”

“Everyone out there can fucking wait!”

I sigh, “All I can tell you right now is that I had no part in faking my death. I didn’t even know someone faked my death until two weeks ago.”

“Does this have to do with those guys you live with? Did you run away with them?”

“No, I can’t explain this now, it’s a whole big thing that needs lots of back story that I can’t supply in a police station. I will call you tonight, we can talk tomorrow but right now, I’m pretty sure if don’t go out there someone will cause a scene.”

She’s about to snap back at me when we hear someone yelling. We both rush out of the bathroom into the main area where Hanbin is in a yelling match with some officers.

“I know she is here! Where the hell is Jooyoung?” Hanbin yells, I’m guessing it’s not the first time.

“Hanbin!” I grab his attention along with the rest of my foot soldiers who quickly push past the officer to reach me. The leader quickly scans me before hugging me tightly.

“What the hell is going on?” Jinhwan worries. “Why did they arrest you?”

“I’ll explain in the car, where is Jiho?”

“I’m here, don’t worry,” The tall man appears beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. His eyes flicker to Jihyo, who is sizing him up. “Is that who I think it is?”

I nod.

“Who the hell is this?” Jihyo snaps at him.

Jiho clicks his tongue, “You but better.”

She looks ready to murder him.

“Ji, it’s fine, he’s fine. We will talk later. I have to go home before someone has a meltdown. You guys cannot tell Jiyong about this until tomorrow. He will freak out,” I warn my foot soldiers who just nod.

“I’m so confused,” Jihyo runs her fingers through her hair.

“It’s an even bigger mess than you think,” I mimic her actions.

“Paris?” She offers, scanning the eight men around us, noting Jiho tensing.

I shake my head, “If things continue to be this crazy, maybe.”

“We should go,” Jiho tugs on my hand.

“Do you have a way home?”

She nods, gesturing to the entrance where Namjoon appears. Oh God not them too.

“We should go now, before things get worse.”

I lock eyes with Namjoon.

“I’m going to agree with you on that one,” I look away and let him lead me towards the door. The rest of his group appears, their jaws set in a strong poker face. I try not to look at them, but out of the corner of my eye I see how much they’ve grown and smile slightly. Jiho knocks shoulders with Yoongi but doesn’t say anything, just stares the shorter man down. Jihyo rush up to us.

“What am I allowed to say?” She wonders, looking from my group to hers.

“Ji get away from them,” Hoseok tries to pull her away but her death glare makes the boy retract his hand. I can’t help but chuckle.

“You can tell them whatever you want, though I don’t know if they will believe you.”

She nods sensing the hostility rolling off the men in waves. She wants to ask more but the only thing that she can get herself to say is, “Tomorrow?”

I nod, “Tomorrow.”

A/N: Just in case I didn’t explain it well enough. The reason they were arrested was because they thought that maybe Jooyoung wasn’t fake and could be convinced to turn Jiho and Jiyong in, thinking that Jiho is actually the white dragon. If I was confusing at all please let me know so I can go back and fix it. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and have a good night!


Queen Cousland the Warden Commander photos!  Yay!  I’m so glad this costume came out so well.  The tabard is definitely my favorite.  I’m hoping to make armored gloves for the next convention.  

Photos were taken at Dragon*con 2015 edited by my awesome twin sister adnarimificationized 

Concept based off of the amazing doomcheese

I was tagged by @gatesofhel to post a selfie. Thank you Hel! :D

This photo was taken by my best-friend, sister and partner of crime @lafey to a project from college. No, I don’t play violin, but one day I will.

I tag @loveittodeath , @davemurrays (I know you two can’t do this now, but I wanna tag you) and @lafey if she wanna play too (bora viada, bote a cara no sol XD).