“I think its okay to have a lot of romances. It’s part of experiencing
life but marrying only once is nice. I can spend my whole life with this
person. I believe romance exists in order to meet a person like that.”
–Ren Jinguji, ASAS booklet
Words describing Ren:flirty, passionate, eccentric, fiery, adventurous, cunning, relaxed
Blood type: B
Birthday: February 14th
Zodiac: Aquarius ♒️
“I acted cold but I really wanted to hug you, hold your hand and kiss you, I want to lend you a shoulder whenever you cry.”
–Ren Jinguji, UtaPri Repeat, Along with a Cantabile Kiss(Maji Love End)
Ren admires all things Mediterranean- the cuisine, culture, locations, languages, beaches, activities- he has a thing especially for Italy.
He enjoys photography so a good birthday gift would be a camera. He randomly clicks pictures and puts them either in an album or he would create a “picture wall”, on it you’d find sceneries, animals, candid pictures of his s/o and some pictures of him and his friends to name a few.
He likes to pack his bags and fly/drive off to any place out of the the blue. He sees no reason as to why someone should not travel; its one of his passions.
Mr. Fashion expert, his wardrobe is goals and he is one to use the phrase “I swear on my Chanel” when jokingly defending himself. He also wouldn’t mind running a blog on fashion and his aesthetics.
He once joked that he should write a novel on all his “love-filled” adventures with ladies. Syo groaned and replied that such a book would never finish.
His cooking would send you to heaven. He enjoys spicy food and can cook a variety of cuisines, he doesn’t mind desserts either but he is not a fan of chocolate.
I also have this headcanon where Ren knows how to play the saxophone part in George Michael’s “Careless Whisper” by heart. Just enough to swoop away your heart eh? ;)
Romeo here is also aware of the language of flowers so the next time he sends you an exquisite and intricate bouquet, make sure to google the flowers and their meanings ~
His Hogwarts house is Gryffindor or alternatively, Slytherin
braiding hair, bicycle baskets, tea and blankets in the sun, quirky vintage clothes and sifting through flea markets, berry juice on your fingertips, cloud-gazing and flower-smelling and appreciating the beauty in the world, holding fast to convictions, seeing a better future, window seats and quiet corners and soft fairy lights, reading classic novels aloud and taking turns to turn the page. (requested by @silver-soliloquy)
a somewhat ridiculous one-shot, because I adore Stephen’s beautiful, damaged hands, and everything they stand for by sobeautifullyobsessed
“I make no promise this will work—but give me your
Reverently, Teyla traced the scars upon the back of his
right hand and along the length of each finger, then gently flipped it over, to
do the same upon his palm, moving on to his left hand in her own good time. Stephen had not allowed such familiar contact
with his damaged hands in ages, and his flesh seemed to spark at her soothing
touch. He found himself mesmerized by
the softness of her patient exploration, understanding as he watched that her
fingers were memorizing the patterns of his scars, and that she was
methodically building a magic he had never seen before.
“You must trust me now,” she told him, as she brought
his hands palm to palm, laying her own atop and underneath them, “There will be
pain, but I promise it will be brief.
You must not flinch or pull away, lest the charm I weave be
broken.” Her voice was hushed, but like
her motions, held him spellbound. “Can
you do this for me, Stephen? Surrender
control in this moment to me, and do not fight the sensations you will feel.”
“Of course,” he replied, his voice a little hoarse with
awe and anticipation—though he remained somewhat skeptical that she could even
deliver what she had claimed.
The way his face went completely soft when it was his turn to say ‘I do’ got me bad. He said it with such honesty and you can see it in his eyes. He’s looking at her with such admiration, it’s like he still can’t believe he’s been so lucky to find her and there’s zero doubt that he will love this woman for the rest of eternity *sigh* They’re so beautiful help. (credit to @onceland for the gif).
Dating the Swim Team Captain does have its perks, doesn’t it, Nico? He’s so embarrassed. Percy’s goal is to make him flustered and happy at the same time and Nico wearing knee high Converse was something I never knew I needed.
Concept: phantom of the opera where everything is the same except the phantom wears a ‘mrs doubtfire’ mask and pretends to be a nice old lady called madame giry - which explains why she’s the one to deliver his letters and suggests christine as understudy and generally is anywhere, anytime. Plus, has anyone ever seen the phantom and madame giry in the same place at the same time?
Where can I download temperance?? She's such an adorable little girl and I would love to have her in my game!!
Okay … so I have gotten seven or eight messages about Temperance specifically and where to download. It is kind of burning my fuse. I really do appreciate whoever the people (I have a feeling it is a person) like her so much, it is really flattering but the overall pushiness of some of the other messages and consistent is a bit much.
Since Temperance is related to Amelia and both are story characters I do not think I am going to put her for download. Well, actually, I am not going to put her for download. I hope that’s understandable.
And can we please not ask for sim downloads on Anon anymore (or at all), I’ll pick and chose when I want to release sims.
If this sounds bitchy, I am sorry, not my intention!
literati au where they both go to the same school (either chilton or stars hollow high)
oh goddddd you know my weakness (for the sake of these headcanons, rory and dean stayed broken up after s1)
okay but it’s chilton, for sure. he has still moved to stars hollow, but she meets him at school beforehand and they immediately dislike each other; something about the way she talks to much in class and covets authors that make him want to gouge his eyes out and how he seemingly does absolutely nothing but still makes higher marks than her that drives her ~crazy~ and they do nothing but argue but there’s just something they can’t pinpoint
(but he can’t deny the way her tights fit to her legs and how her pouty bottom lip drives him wild and her eyes – oh her eyes; she’s a leggy blue eyed angel of death)
(and don’t even get her started on the picture he makes; pen placed behind his ear and a paperback stuffed in his back pocket and his sleeves rolled up his forearms and devil may care way he seems to go about everything that makes her want to jostle him but also makes her want to know if those stories that madeline and louise tell her about the goings on in the deserted hallway on the west side of campus really live up to her imagination)
she knows it’s him who pulls the anonymous pranks – stealing all the teachers chalk, pilfering the chilton bell in headmaster charleston’s office (shout out to kris on that one), and placing all the textbooks floor to ceiling in the teachers lounge – because he pulled the same shit in stars hollow; she remembers the chalk outline outside of doose’s and how he smirked until she cracked but at least she got through to him that he shouldn’t treat luke like shit or the video store ‘rory curtain’ debacle where she had a feeling of what he put in the g-rated movie cases
(and when he gets caught and is forced to leave campus, he still smirks eyes dark and intense as they focus on hers while he’s leaving; he winks and she blushes, fighting to stop smiling, and she opens her locker later that afternoon surprised to find the picture placed in the video store is rolled and locked up tight away from the prying eyes of taylor)
they serve detention together one day, him for stealing the bell or her for sneaking in with the god forsaken Puffs, and they’re the only one’s there; sitting several tables apart in the middle of the library. she tries to focus on her homework, and he’s nose deep in a book she’s certain not for any class taken here but she can’t concentrate. he starts humming ‘sheena is a punk rocker’ under his breath, flipping his pen between his fingers and she forgot her walkman at home today and it’s distracting as hell
(it doesn’t help that there’s no supervision; not even the librarian who stays late to put new books away; just them and their books and the clock ticking away)
(he’s no longer reading, she can feel his eyes on her hunched form; she’s shucked off her sweater and pulled up her a skirt a bit, her legs stretched out in front of her and all he sees is the edges of the pleats resting against the middle of her thighs and all he can picture is himself on his knees, head resting under her skirt and fingers digging into her smooth skin)
(could you stop staring at me please, it’s distracting passes from her lips as she throws her pen down, done with taking notes and focusing all her attention on him; her fingers wrap up in the hem of her skirt and once again, it’s him who’s distracted)
(i just can’t understand why on earth you want to bore yourself with writing a paper on poetry; just say it already we’re dying here he says, as he comes closer, resting his book – “a tree grows in brooklyn” – right next to hers as he sits two chairs over, head resting on his closed fist and bottom lip bit as he look at her and her heart beat quickens and he questions his distaste for poetry with come on you have to love at least something as her blue eyes shine up at him and her hair falls over her shoulder, her lips turned up at the corners)
(and when he smirks, his tongue running along his bottom lip, and shakes his head ‘no’ she takes his hand, the warmth spreading through her fast, and pulls him in the direction of the poetry section and places them directly in front of Neruda; she reads a couple lines – her favourite “i want to do with you what spring does to the cherry trees” – before he sticks his finger in the crease of the book, stopping her completely as he tilts her face up with a finger under her chin and his lips are on hers and a moan escapes her throat as his tongue tangles with hers and the words of love and lust and beauty make her taste like nothing he’s ever experienced)
(she ends up with her back pressed against the shelves, one of his hands sliding up her thigh and under her skirt and hers running along his collarbone and she lets out a breathless laugh as his mouth whispers the verses of “i crave, i want, i hunger” along the column of her neck and she just knew he had to know something)