I am very very excited as @oki-j suggested a beach photoshoot. The story that was depicted in the photos is my fantasy/fanfiction of Hunter and Ashlynn, if they continue to date against fate.
I know…I just did a Valentine Day Hunter x Ashlynn Photo series this Feburary 2017. But lets just imagine that….they had dated for years (I can’t wait for after a few valentine days to do this>n< !!!), and probably in some culture, where couple cohabit before marriage…lets just say that they cohabited in the forest, in a cottage, surrounded by nature. However, in the culture that I am exposed to, there is no such thing as cohabiting, only living together after marriage! So they will be living in the forest, surrounded by nature after marriage~ hmmm….This is a MEGA hint for my next Huntlynn project XD !!!
By the way, do check out @oki-doll ‘s version of what happened at the beach as we collaborated to make this shoot possible~ She prepared the umbrella, mat and picnic basket, while I prepared the volleyball net and volleyball~ And we prepared our doll’s outfit! So..that’s a lot of preparation i guess~
I scan the crowd of both Asians and
Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all
pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced
me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps.
Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem
to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in.
That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have
to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and
one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy
out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which
meant I had to wear the skirt.
“How much longer?” I groan as I begin
jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.
She rolls her fake green eyes at
me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”
“It’s been an hour. What are they
waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.
“I thought you didn’t wanna come?”
She teases with a confident grin.
I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it
just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”
“Maybe if you go shake it up there
we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main
“Fuck that, I would much rather
fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in
the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.
“Would you please? I offered but he
didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”
I glare at her, “You offered what?”
“Your precious virginity,” She
grins at me evilly.
“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”
She continues to tease me, “What,
can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”
“Not all of us can be lucky enough to
lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just
grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some
guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect
nothing less from you.”
“I learned my bitchiness from you.”
“I’m giving this place five more
minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”
She fakes hurt, “You would leave me
to get drunk at a club by myself?”
“Yes, what will you do without
someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.
Just then the doors to the club
opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of
him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive
girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go
inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the
bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard
to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long
raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and
legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl.
Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.
Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was
lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for
my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too.
My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang
daintily against my back.
“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of
my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the
left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes
up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive
speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that
I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the
bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other
in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool
that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on
the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller
and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over
protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she
is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.
“Four shots of tequila!” She yells
to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none
other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different
from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back
and a sly smirk on his face.
“Damn,” I accidently say out loud.
Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four
shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the
first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.
“To getting drunk!” She clinks our
glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting
layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass
back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our
throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.
“I’ll sleep with someone when I
“Who said it was for you? I need
some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my
shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about
to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you
that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”
I give her a soft smile, clinking
our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
“I’m so going to regret this in the
“Oh shut up, when was the last time
you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk,
you’re just so cute and friendly.”
“I turn into a child. That’s not
how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”
“You’re a step a head of most since
those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t
question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home.
But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”
“It’s a gift.”
“One of few,” She tease as she
holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you
becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a
As more and more shots are downed
and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so
annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share
anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the
mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should
be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for
now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty
mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us;
actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.
As hours fly by of dancing and more
shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown
hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and
my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a
grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It
has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could
ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I
would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter
Suddenly the crowd starts moving
toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be
pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with
the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from
the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.
Running away isn’t a possibility
with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As
my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the
music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid
the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing
at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already
dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start
dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic
as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very
drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom
window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind
blows it’s freezing air around us.
Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That
hurt!” She whines loudly.
“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the
alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other
side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line
of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest,
has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I
slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be
completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so
much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.
“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly,
drawing the attention of the last of the men.
dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head
as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an
apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly
I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming.
I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when
someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he
sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor
man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away
My heart stops when another gunshot
rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his
stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in
my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s
forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart
knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps
continue toward us.
The suspense of them finding me
begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my
thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it
finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute
before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead
man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him
“Poor bastard had a family. What a
shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the
wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for
not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front
of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have
for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel
absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.
But instead I study the killer. He
looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older.
In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The
uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has
done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does.
Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on
anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like
eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet
That moment, when a pre-teen freak makes you watch TV series with her and her brother… And what you end up is this great craving to re-create one of newly discovered characters from an animated TV series ;-)
So, yeah, basically that is the story behind reboot release EAH doll I was given for my name-day last year [it is in August for those who were curious] and was turned into Teen Titans Raven :D