just a city girl

soph / fandom account but mostly kacchako / i try to write sometimes

[soufflegirl]

breaking news everyone: there's no need to invalidate someone's ship or hate a character (or, worse, hate people) in order to make your ship look better.

You know, you can just say: "No, thanks, I like this other couple more" whatever is the reason and then spend your time in a better way like reading that 250k coffee shop AU or whatever

[vanaera]

Defining Epilogues (ksj)

Synopsis:  Seokjin thinks he could always see the end of something before it even comes. When an annoying girl starts to rent the weirdest books from his shop, all Seokjin could see is how she will be the one to end him.

Characters: Seokjin x Female Reader

Trope/Au: Book rental shop owner!ksj x animator/artist!you (onesided enemies to lovers)

Genre: Fluff, comedy that’s close to crack

Wordcount: 6.3k

Warnings: Books with weird titles and secondhand-embarrassment-inducing sfw sex jokes (PG-15 Rating)

A/N: Happy birthday to my best girl @sophrosinn!!!  This is my gift for you! This fic is done with the great help of the ever wonderful @senfleurs who edited this story and stayed with me for the past 24 hours while I cry, laugh, and panic writing this fic! This fic also ended up helping me ride out a massive writer’s block.

            If Seokjin ever prides himself for something, it’s on his ability to tell how things will end the moment he sees them. He can tell when someone is about to fail their exam. He can sense a fight within a crowd before it even happens. He can stand at the end of the street and know the woman with the umbrella is about to break up with her boyfriend. And it always ends with Seokjin being right.

          Seokjin’s thankful for this skill because he’s been able to learn when it’s the right time to pursue something or when it’s time to give up. If it weren’t for this ability, he would have not been able to accomplish his dream of having a book rental shop that actually sells. Seokjin just didn’t expect he would have to start thinking twice about this skill soon after his shop’s opening. All because of a Y/N L/N who appears in his life like a wild Pokemon.

          From the start, Seokjin was already certain of one thing: Y/N is far from his type. For one, he didn’t even like having her as a customer.

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[sophrosinn]

AAAAAAAA AERA, to start, I will first apologize because it took me this long to write a decent review for this amazing, kilig-licious story! You don’t know how many times I’ve read this story after that first time (which was still embarrassing btw because you heard my pterodactyl sounds BUT—) and after the nth time, I am finally here, typing this review which I hope will make you smile just like how your story did to me. I’m gonna be using bullet-points in hopes that I don’t miss anything, so here I go:

- first, why are you straight up attacking my fragile heart like this? Dang, girl, this story is just my absolute right up my alley! I cannot believe you used that Reddit prompt I sent you guys as your inspiration for this story. (And I was totally expecting Jin to say that Aladdin line, and was pleasantly surprised that it was actually MC who said it) It’s just so tastefully done! Everything I’ve ever wanted in a story is in here: that one-sided enemies to lovers (yum!), the slight angst (YES), and an absolutely adorable ending? The hilarious book titles were an amazing bonus! I. Just. Died. Laughing. Especially when MC takes the literal meaning of the titles LMAO.

- second, your characterizations are greatly executed! MC is dumb because of her inability to confess her purpose for coming into his shop. But c’mon, in front of Jin—and that freakishly handsome face—I can absolutely relate. I mean, who looks at Jin and manages not to stutter? LOL. But Jin is dumber for not realizing her intentions, granted that it is totally not his fault btw. Just that, they fit so well together and you captured their dynamics perfectly! Their interactions are either hilarious or tooth-achingly sweet and there is no in-between AND I AM HERE FOR IT (give me moreeee!). It’s a shame that you don’t know how wide my grin was the whole time I was reading this, but I hoped you figured just how much I am floored with the story just by hearing my voice and unnatural noises 😂

- second (pt. 2), the BTS are so hilarious. Jungkook, bless his obliviousness, Jimin, Hoseok and Rapmon with their matchmaking shenanigans LMAO. I swear, I crack up every time I reach those parts of the story. But seriously though, their dialogues flow so well, and it almost seems like they’re talking in front of me. Wow. That said, MC integrates perfectly into BTS. It almost seemed like MC’s been their friend for a long time in real life because of how you’ve written their interactions. Kudos!

- third, how could you say you crammed this when everything is just wonderfully written? Like, how even? The story flows so smoothly. I’m so amazed you’ve written this in just a day. (side note: now I bestow upon you the cram queen role 🦸‍♀️ LOL 1/2 jk) And, how you didn’t use any line breaks to indicate the passage of time is so cool!

- fourth, the storyline! I wasn’t sure as to how the story’s gonna go, a story about a book rental shop owner and an animator, but you’ve done it so well! I don’t think I’ve told you this before, but you have the talent to make a story out of everything and that is amazing.

- fifth, I AM CRYING. Aera, you know me too well. You absolutely know the tropes I loved the most, and you wrote them all down in here. I’m absolutely speechless, just incredibly amazed by everything you’ve written and just so humbled and flattered by your words. I told you guys a greeting is more than enough of a gift for me, but you got me this and I’m 😭😭😭 I hope your writing slump is getting better these days!

All in all: Aera, this story is an absolute masterpiece in six thousand words. I cannot thank you enough for this. I love you. ❤️ I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you, any time and no matter what happens. Good luck with your consultation!

P.S. Can I just say how I am so in love with this part? BECAUSE I DO. I’M 😭😵 I DIED. The contradiction is just 💯👌

P.P.S. And yes, the word count, the fluff, and the feels is more than enough to make up for the late greeting HAHAHA.

[tainari]

Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ Uʀᴀʀᴀᴋᴀ❤

[ofkimtaehyung]

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[kacchakoweek]

Kacchako Week Interactive # 2

Hey all, Mod G here with another Interactive post!

Katsuki is an excellent cook and often makes meals for Ochako and himself. She loves all the delicious dishes he makes and enjoys the time to they spend together. What is Ochako’s favorite thing to do when Katsuki cooks?  

What do you think would happen?  Does Ochako:

Help him cook

Steal bites of food

Sit close and talk to him

Can’t wait to hear your ideas!!

[newlywrittenfic]

Since it seems like a regular habit for both of them, I’m picturing she can do all of the three depending on the mood.

Like whenever Ochako knew Katsuki was one of his tantrums or something is bothering/worrying him (he still has his usual scowl, but she notices the subtle changes in his eyebrow or the set of his mouth, little things like that), she’ll sit either on the counter out of his way and talk to him whether he likes it or not. She might start on mundane things like their patrol for the day or lament the filing bunch of paperwork left in the office after a particular disaster, then she decides to get through the point of bringing him out of whatever sinking hole his mind is going, because she knows Katsuki and he didn’t back down from anything. Lucky for her, he caves in most of the time. But if his not and he’s in one of his worst moods, she just watches and gives his thoughts time before interacting with him again, knowing that he’ll figure it out first on his mind before laying it on her and resume their talking.

Or if she’s feeling particularly mischievous with the adrenaline high that hasn’t worn off after a won fight against villains of that day, she’ll sneak up on him and snatches food of the pre-prepared edible ones (because Katsuki is such darling in the kitchen) before he cooks/plates them like they have from a high-end restaurant would when they’re presenting a meal. He’s very fussy though, and has a reflexes like a ninja because he always knows whenever she attempted to take one from the plate. It’s become a game to them, something like: how many can Ochako steal before Katsuki can snap and yell at her to ‘gtfo’ of his kitchen.

Or when she was down all day and needed a little pick me up and feel useful and offered him to be his ‘sous chef’ (even though her kitchen skills are non-existing, minor at best). He bans her from his kitchen after she almost burn their apartment down by attempting to cook Nikujaga (but to no avail, the vegetables are unsalvageable). He sometimes let her help him though when they have people over (Class 1-A always do this reunions at his place), but only on stuff like washing ingredients or cutting vegetables into his desired shape. Most of the time she insists on helping him out at kitchen but Katsuki’s very particular. Sometimes when she sucked at following his intructions, Katsuki just makes her clear and do the dishes instead. He knows it will take a while before Ochako can do scrambled eggs that aren’t burnt, but what the heck? They have the rest of their lives to figure it out.

[kacchakoweek]

Kacchako Week Interactive # 1

Mod G here!  Let’s have some fun and talk Kacchako!  This starts our pre-event activities, so please enjoy!

Ochako is working at a hero agency, and Katsuki is hired on as a Pro Hero They haven’t seen each other or spoken in years. What’s the first thing Katsuki does when they meet?

Which do you think?  Maybe Katsuki:

Pinches Ochako’s cheeks

Demands they partner up

Acts awkward around her

And remember, reply in the reblogs!

[sophrosinn]

At first, Bakugou was perplexed when a round-faced hero clad in a pink skintight costume ran up to him, eyes beaming with genuine excitement before promptly wrapping her arms around him and enveloping him in a crushing hug. Confused as hell, he wasn’t able to muster up a response; he stood stiffly, arms to his sides, wishing for the strange moment to pass by quickly. And when it did, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, she immediately started talking his ear off about stuff he couldn’t be bothered to listen to. But in spite of himself, he couldn’t deny the familiarity of her presence in the back of his mind: brown hair, fierce eyes, meteorite storm, and the phantom pain left on his left arm after a deafening blast.

“Uraraka?” he muttered, recognition slowly dawning on him as he reconciled the image of the strong, muscular woman in front of him with the girl she was in high school. Unable to stop himself from grinning, he pinched one of her rosette cheeks with his fingers, exclaiming, “Cheeks!”

Uraraka just laughed in response, trying in vain to pry his hands off her cheek. “Good to see you haven’t changed!”

[coffeeandmoorland]

Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with the insatiable desire to learn. To know astronomy and geography and language and architecture; to recognize each constellation, planet, and star; to speak and understand all languages, be able to decipher ancient Greek and Latin text; to grow my understanding of how the human body works; study the differences and similarities of each religion; recognize the use for each herb and seed and sapling.

I want to better myself, not for fame or recognition or power. I just want to understand. 

[midnightcookiz]

I thought I would post this one here because I don’t post my art on tumblr often

[sophrosinn]

indescribable

synopsis: Fashion photographer Bakugou Katsuki’s world got irrevocably changed when he inadvertently met Uraraka Ochako, whose fiery eyes are strangely familiar to him for some reason.

prompt: je ne sais quoi, a French phrase which literally translates to “I do not know what.” It is commonly used to describe a certain quality that cannot be adequately put into words.

word count: 1,628 words

note: Shout-out to @vanaera and @senfleurs for being the bestest friends a girl could ever ask for. Seriously, I hope you both realize just how much your words have motivated me to continue writing.

If you have noticed any inaccuracies, please let me know. Also, I am unsure as to whether or not to continue this. I guess we’ll see in time. Comments and constructive criticisms are highly appreciated! ❤️

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Under the bright stage lights, as if it was only natural, Katsuki’s eyes found hers immediately among the sea of hopeful faces. She, with her soft pink ensemble, doe eyed look, and short but curvy physique, stood out in the crowd of skinny figures dressed in the fanciest clothes with practiced smiles and brimming with confidence. It was ironic, to say the least, that it seemed that his eyes automatically singled her out when there was nothing remarkable about her appearance: a simple white buttoned top with cut-out shoulders tucked into her pastel green flowing skirt. Her eyes, though, were different from her otherwise inconspicuous get-up. They sparkled with unflinching determination, almost breaking through the surface of her fragile mask of composure. It was a look of pure challenge, taunting and daring, and fuck, it looked really good on her cherub face. Not one to back down from challenges, Katsuki stared right back, unable to stop the feral grin from breaking out on his face.

This should be interesting, he thought.

“You, round face, at the back,” he called out, resolutely, as if there could never be any other choice than her (and perhaps, there never was). His voice reverberated against the four walls of the studio room, halting all the quiet conversations and nervous ramblings among the participants at once. “With the orange headband and grass skirt.”

Everyone turned to look at him, for this was the first time he had spoken after he was introduced ten minutes ago. not that he needed any kind of introduction. He was Katsuki Bakugou, a photographer whose name has long been circulating in the fashion industry for having featured in and worked with various famous magazines. His parents have long since established the family’s reputation by creating the most glamorous and avant-garde designs to grace the catwalk. While Katsuki chose a path for himself, opting instead to work behind a camera, he did not stray too far from his parents’ influence. 

Nonetheless, in spite of his wish to separate his career from his parents’ connections, he quickly rose to fame for being a Bakugou. Katsuki, being his usual self, did not bother to prove himself to anyone else. After all, his photographs, which were more than enough to showcase his abilities, never failed to capture the candidness and reality beyond the fabricated portrayal of the world of fashion. 

And now there he was, inside a spare atelier in his parents’ building, searching for a suitable candidate for his next project. Given his work history, it was not unusual that out of all the stunning women occupying the same room as him, he chose her.

She, who must have been unconsciously looking at him, but was actually intensely focused on something else. Because the second he pointed at her form, she froze. As did everyone else, and a beat of unnerving silence passed. 

Her eyes went wide in bewilderment, surprised at the sudden attention. When she answered, it was meek and hesitant. “M-me?” She pointed at herself, and under the scrutinizing eyes of the other hopeful attendees, she reminded him of a gazelle about to be preyed upon by a pack of hungry lions.

It was fucking hilarious to Katsuki, the duality with which the girl held herself. Just a moment ago, he glimpsed a vexed goddess, looking every bit as someone rudely awakened from her eternal slumber. Now, it’s gone, and there’s barely a trace of her left in this fragile girl. 

“Yes, you,” he replied, “what’s your name, round face?”

Ah, there it fucking was, he thought as he was regarded with that same blazing look in her eyes. But as quickly as it came, it was gone underneath her lids as she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath before replying in a steady voice, “Ochako Uraraka, sir!”  

Although he was expecting it, he had to admit that he was surprised to hear the strength in her voice. From that distance, he can almost see her fists clenched at her sides. 

“Uraraka,” he breathed, amused at how strangely natural it seemed to roll off his tongue. “Follow me then.”

Uraraka immediately nodded, squeezing in between the women standing in front of her, before following Bakugou who’s almost out the door. However, Kirishima, Bakugou’s optimistic friend and close companion, stopped him from leaving by asking: “but what of the other girls?” 

“Escort them to the exit, and make sure they don’t loiter and find any of the old hag’s stuff lying around. It’s almost fashion week, you know how fucking chaotic it gets.”

“Got it, Bakubro.” Kirishima saluted him, about to turn the other way when he immediately stopped. “Even if I’m so not your assistant.”

Smirking, Bakugou crossed his arms and raised one of his eyebrows at Kirishima. In return, Kirishima stared at him unnervingly, and by the looks of it, it seemed like an unspoken conversation was ongoing between the two men. 

In the end, Kirishima sighed good-naturedly, putting his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “This is why they say you run your assistants dry,” Kirishima quipped, shaking his head at Bakugou before he turned to the side, smiling brightly at Uraraka. “Nice to meet ya, Ms. Uraraka! I’m Kirishima! Play nice, Bakubro!” 

With that, he winked at Bakugou and took off.

“That dumbass,” Bakugou muttered, walking out the door and motioning for Uraraka to follow him. 

In the silent hallway, Uraraka cleared her throat awkwardly. “Uh, Bakugou-san? Sir?”

He grunted in response.

“I just want to say thank you for choosing me. I know I’m not that pretty as all those other girls, and given that I just came from the province, I probably wouldn’t know what to do but I promise I will do—”

“Tsk.” He clicked his tongue and ran a hand over his hair in frustration. Apparently, this girl has not seen any of his works; when did he ever choose a conventionally pretty model? He, honest to God, never cared for looks; his photographs attest to that fact. “Don’t be fucking daft, I didn’t choose you because you’re pretty.” He paused and turned around, intending to let his words sink in. 

At the same time, he also took the chance to look over her form (average height, chopped angled bob cut for her brown hair, functional clothes), which, as he noted beforehand, were nothing out of the ordinary. He gazed at her face, and as he did, he was once again greeted by those fiery eyes—that same look which demanded his attention. There was a fire burning just beyond the surface of her brown irises, as bright and dazzling as the afternoon sun, when her face twisted in irritation. He was pleasantly surprised to see that. But in just a blink of an eye, the look was gone, replaced instead by embarrassment as she averted her gaze away. 

Bakugou internally groaned. Dumbass wears her fucking heart on her sleeve. How. Wonderful.

“You’re right, I'm not pretty,” she eventually whispered, quite dejectedly if he must note.

“Listen, it’s because I am not looking for someone pretty—if I were, you wouldn’t be my first choice. And goddamn, are you blind or something? You are pretty.” At that, she jolted in surprise and stared at him, dumbfounded at the sudden compliment. Fuck, even he was shocked at himself. “Not beautiful, just, pretty, urgh, fuck off,” he immediately amended which earned him a giggle. 

“Really?” she cheekily replied, and he ignored her in favor of maintaining his cool. 

“Here’s the thing, the fact that you’re here means that you thought you’ve got what it fucking takes to succeed in this line of work.” She nodded, opening her mouth, perhaps intending to contradict him but he wasn’t quite finished chiding her. “And goddamn, you do. Don’t waste my time and my fucking trust, which I don’t freely give to just some random extra, if you’re just gonna spout some nonsensical bullshit about your appearance or whatever fucking absurd things you’ve got going inside that head. I’ll say this only once: this industry is not for the bitch ass whiny pissbabies, and if you think you are one of those, then fuck off and don’t return.”

Fucking hell! So much for cool. 

He took a deep breath, releasing the tension in his shoulders, before he turned to look at the round-faced newbie whose face’s—wait, what the fuck, are his eyes deceiving him or does she really have the guts to outright laugh at his face?

“What’s so funny, huh?”

Uraraka spluttered, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles but it was for moot. He watched dumbly as she tried to stop her laughter, eyes crinkled with tears flowing down to her rosy cheeks. Frozen still, immobilized by the ringing sound of her carefree laughter in his ears, Bakugou had the sudden urge to reach for his camera and immortalize the breathtaking moment. 

“You, Mr. Bakugou, sir! Thank you for your words, as harsh as they may seem, I mean—that was your attempt at bolstering my confidence, right?”

“Fucking—call me Bakugou. Don’t add any ‘sir,’ makes me feel goddamn old.”

“Well, your scowl certainly makes you look like a grump,” she offhandedly commented. 

“What?!” he barked. This chick was really testing the limitations of his short fuse, huh? 

She immediately jerked upright at the tone of his voice. “Nothing, si—I mean, Bakugou! E-he.”

He exhaled through his nose. “What-the-fuck ever, I’m out of here. Tell that red-headed idiot,” he pointed at Kirishima who’s running to catch up to them, “your contact details. Or don’t, see if I care.”

“Don’t worry, Bakugou,” she called out behind him, “I won’t give in! I'll have you know I'm tough!”

He didn’t doubt her one bit.

[goodreadss]

“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”

—

[sighsenya]

for the sailormoon redraw challenge on twt ✨

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[sophrosinn]

this is absolutely amazing, I just can’t—

your art style’s so distinct and remarkable, and it honestly never fails to incite some feeling inside of me? I love the colors, the contrast between the dull tones of the background and hair and the bright, neon colors you used for sailormoon herself (especially her jewel on her forehead and earrings) is done splendidly. I love the white flashes all around her and HER EYES. I adore her eyes, they’re so expressive and I just love the details. I love this!! This is so great! Kudos to this amazing artist! ❤️

[vanaera]

My Time | 01 | jjk

Synopsis: A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case. 

Characters: Jungkook x Female Reader Genre/AU: Sci-fi, mystery, angst, action, romance (cop!JK x artist!oc) Wordcount: 11k Warnings: Dark themes and implied smut (in future chapters); heavy descriptions of a hit-and-run; mentions of blood from injuries and violent crimes (PG-18 Rating)

              The pavement was cold beneath his cheek. The gravel, sharp, and the smell of the after-rain, acrid. Jungkook peels his eyes open. They hang too heavy and the task seemed almost a century-worth effort. However, he’s glad he got his lids up because he could now see what’s in front of him. His right foot is stuck underneath the pedal. The windshield was broken, the spiderweb of glass fragments racing from the right corner. When he looks to his left, the car window is shattered. The car was toppled over. The pungent smell of gas is filling his nostrils. Something feels wet on his head. He raises his hand to his temple. When he pulls it away, there’s a scarlet smear on his palm. He’s bleeding.

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[sophrosinn]

i just wanna start by saying that i know next to nothing about sci-fi in spite of being a science major myself but gahd, this is so well written that I am already hooked and intrigued already

and i am living for your descriptions girl! Hi can picture the FJO, the Murder Sector’s office, the Memory Temple, basically everything in my head as I was reading this. you are phenomenal girl, I am you telling you this, please keep writing because you’ve got it

you cannot even begin to imagine how excited and anxious I was when they were about to arrest Anderson and how frustrated because of everything that happened subsequently. I CAN FEEL JUNGKOOK’s FRUSTRATION FROM HERE BC I SURE AM FEELING IT AS WELL lmao. and fudge, i thought that something happened in jungkook’s past that shaped him into who he is now (determined and somewhat unforgiving), and when it was revealed, i felt so sad for him. 😭😭😭

I love Min Yoongi. He’s like the voice of reason, lol, and he keeps on mentioning the reasons for my reservations in supporting the impeccable system they have. I live for Namjoon and Jungkook’s friendship HAHA, nanjoom’s so stern but has every reason to be bc kookie’s stubborn ass is hurt but I can’t help my snort with his “tomorrow isn’t now” reply lol. AND I CANNOT WAIT to meet OC!!! Shocks, the way you described her abilities, boom, fascinating and I was sold,, i wonder how jungkook will react to her

i would like to end this incoherent mess of ramblings by saying that I cannot wait for the next part of the story. omg i now want to read mystery and crime novels because of your amazing work in this, kudos! ❤️👌💯 i wanna be added to the taglist please and thank you

(i am reading this fic after i ate breakfast and, my goodness gracious, this is such a good way to start the day: nothing like a good old unresolved crime to spice up my morning, most especially it’s written by one of my best girls)

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

the sad thing is, everyone thinks they’re so forgettable, or they don’t mean anything to anyone. but you don’t see your high school friend, smiling to themselves, when they think about your quirks or how dramatic you used to be whenever you got a crush. you don’t see the person who saw you around a lot but was always too shy to talk to you. you don’t remember the person you helped, and maybe you didn’t do much for them, but you didn’t know that they were having a shitty month and you sparked their first real smile in weeks. you don’t see the person that secretly loved you too, who never forgot the soft words that you said, or the way you smiled whenever you saw them, or how you reminded them of sunshine and flowers; and how the thought of you pops into their mind more than you will ever know and in the randomest of places. you will never know that a soft song or strawberries or a sunset will remind someone of you. they will go to the beach and think of you for some reason, until they remember that the last time they saw a color as beautiful and as profound as the ocean was when they looked in your eyes. no one knows their impact on people, or their worth. no one thinks they will be missed when they leave, but they don’t know that once you go into someone’s life, even for a fleeting moment, you stay forever, and you take up a soft place that no one else could ever replace.

[sighsenya]

deadly pink water lol i want an entire tub of it

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[sighsenya]

corruption deepens when you nurture it

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[nikirooo]

Home…

MISS THEEEEM SO MUCH

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[hatefuckingunconditional]

“i like your personality!” thanks! It’s a complete copy of others traits I picked up along the way to fill the empty shell of the person I am!

[just-magn3ts]

That…that’s what personalities are? You don’t shoot out the womb with wit and charm, you learn and adapt and accumulate your personality from the people you surround yourself with. Everyone is a mishmash of things they like about other people!

[welcometothemusicandthemisery]

Good point actually, I didn’t think of it like that