#about brett

[brettliu]

ross butler. cis male. he/him.  ／ brett liu just pulled up blasting stronger by kanye — that song is so them! you know, for a twenty seven year old celebrity personal trainer / conditioning coach i’ve heard they’re really -insecure, but that they make up for it by being so +affable. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say early mornings, empty movie theaters, and sunday night dinner with family. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble! 

okay so below is like a general layout of brett’s life and the ways in which he become the man he is today~ *insert tears* how cute.

brett sinclair liu is the only child of bo liu and marcus sinclair. he was born out of an affair between the two - his mother an executive assistant, his father her boss. once he was born, brett and his mother decided to move from shanghai to the united states in order to pursue a more prosperous life.

brett and his mother, bo, moved to new york city, brett’s mother thankfully knowing english already was able to land another assistantship. of course, she followed a very similar path to that of the one she lived in shanghai - except this time it worked out. her and her boss, jack, married by the time brett was 4. he’s always felt like a dad to him.

jack and bo ended up having 6 other children - all girls. brett was never one to need much silence in his life, which proved to be helpful in such a full house.

jack taught brett how to play baseball at a young age and he loved it. it was the only thing that kept him from going crazy with his sisters. however, when he was in high school on the jv baseball team, he tore his right acl. and then the left one tore his senior year - it devastating for him. he’d put all of himself into getting a scholarship and lost it. he put all of himself into baseball and he lost it. and, in turn, he thought he’d lose himself.

but he didn’t. he took what he thought would be a gap year and discovered cross fit and training. a focus on injury prevention. a love for training itself and then for training others to love it too. by the age of twenty, he had found what he was meant to do - coach and train. it proved promising for him.

over a few years, he was able to network with big trainers ( the kind who trained people like serena williams, megan rapinoe, and naomi campbell ) and began to take on big clientele himself. now, he trains a large handful of victoria’s secret models and actresses as well as helping with strength and conditioning for a few athletes.

the biggest struggle for brett has always been his fear of failure and his lack of confidence in his ability to actually do this. he’s constantly worried he’s done something wrong.

oh. and he’s never dated. anyone. his focus on his career has always been the most important thing to him and he’s absolutely unsure of how to wade through those waters. especially considering he’s pretty sure he’s bisexual. he thinks. which is so not gonna be cool with his mom. right?

he goes to his mother’s house with his sisters every sunday and makes dumplings and dinner with his family while they watch old episodes of supermarket sweep and if that’s not the best family, he wouldn’t be able to tell you what is. ( aka this mamas boy is v family focused )

CONNECTIONS

high school friends / friends in general.

clients.

old crush / almost dated. probably a girl who brett trained and they honestly hung out all of the time and we’re basically dating until brett got too busy and accidentally ghosted her...

best friend. this would be the one person he talks to about his sexuality. he’s a very soft boy so we need someone sweet and kind to hold his hand through this.

current crush. this is probably a guy who is currently making brett feel some type of way. the one who is making him question his sexuality.

other things. people who can bring some drama to his life, people who might use him, idk... GIVE ME DRAMZ. 

[anedendarkly]

💀, for Caldias, Gralloway, and Bretan

Send 💀 for the last words my dying muse would say to yours.

   I don’t think Guildias would actually say “I love you” in his final moments. I think it would just be established, so instead he would say something like, “See you soon.” Considering their relationship with reincarnation it just seems on the nose for him. 

   Now, for MJ all I know for certain is that he would try to make some sort of joke. Considering the last time(s) he’s been staked and scared Peter half to death or jumped him for his vitae, he’d want to make up for it in his final moments. 

   lol Bo, shit. Bo would tell Brett that he hates him. You know, like a liar. 

[nolitaflat]

It just makes me sad. I hope you get help. But this has gone too far. These games are so beneath me.

[nolitaflat]

Thank god for these anxiety meds or I’d be going insane. Ahhh it’s kicking in. I’m gonna have a nice, relaxing night. Finally cut him off and this shit feels good.

[nolitaflat]

this motherfucker STILL wants to try and lie to me?? ha! nice try. I’m not a fucking idiot.

Oh just go play your games with somebody else. If you’re that desperate to fuck somebody then you are the one here with the real issues.

[bretttal]

Tsumi || On Satomi (& Brett)

How Brett became a werewolf.

Anger is the other face Satomi hated to show people. Calm and collected, wise and educated - these were the associations people would assign with her, but all they knew was the Satomi who was under control.

Satomi had to be under control. She had to be able to hold herself together and not let her anger take over. It was not merely her will - it was a necessity. Living for decades and alongside with the demon which was herself, Satomi had ended up in Beacon Hills, seeking help from the great Nemeton which was in its everlasting slumber.

What should I do?

She mumbled, the foreign language cold in the Californian air. The woods murmur, but not in a tongue the angered wolf could decipher. It pained her how the Nature toyed with her life, how the Greatness did not care about the individuals on the ground at all. She resented, she despised; she cursed, she condemned. But mostly, she lamented her life.

Talia Hale came to her and deflected all the rage that came out of her, and Satomi found herself exhausted and blank as the Hale stood before her, offering her a hand. The connection saved Satomi from walking off the cliff.

Then she was introduced to the young druid, the young yet broken druid. Deaton was the name he introduced himself as, and Satomi simply nodded at the young druid. Deaton was crushed by the death of a friend, a fellow druid who believed in the good of werewolves but was then blatantly betrayed. A druid who ended his own life due to the heaviness of guilt. Deaton never let go of his faith. He simply could not handle the weight of losing again.

However, Beacon Hills was not always peaceful. The Argents pretty much ran the town of supernaturals, maintaining a balance between the werewolves and the humans. Satomi was aware of their existence, especially the infamous Gerald Argent and his young Argents - Chris and Kate. Chris was the humane sibling while Kate was the frenzied one, and their hunting had kept the number of werewolves in Beacon Hills at a minimum. Satomi, after deliberation, decided to live in seclusion. She only let Talia reach her, and she would only meet Deaton when she needed help. She found that living alone kept her most at bay.

She had become accustomed to living as a lone alpha.

Anger was like water running from a tap, but Satomi's tap was broken. Her tap only allowed two states: either fully shut or fully on. Most of the time, she would lock up the gates and block any hint of wrath from showing, while it also created a dangerous bomb ready to explode. Her anger never disappeared; she just kept it inside.

That night, she was at the Nemeton once again, hoping that she could understand the whispers in the woods. She hoped that the world would speak to her, and she hoped that once she could connect to the universe, she would be free from the shackles of life.

But the universe did not grant her wish. They mocked her with fire. Fire which burnt down her best friend's house and took the lives of the many Hales. That was it. That was when she couldn't take it anymore. She lost her faith in humanity and she sought revenge from the Argents. That was when she crossed paths with Chris Argent, and how the Argent injured her but did not end her life - not that he didn't want to, but he couldn't put a bullet in Deaton's head.

Deaton, the druid who was on the verge of breaking, decided he should never let any wolf die in the Argent's hands again. They both mourned the lost of Talia and helped settle her children. None of them spoke of her again.

A year after the incident, Satomi overcame her deepest sorrows with the help of Buddhism. She collected books of the religion and delved into the mantras and wisdom of the Buddha; by the moment her tongue came across the words, she found, surprisingly, inner peace. She was calm for once, the weight of Talia's ghost lifted.

She still lived in the woods, hiding from all other beings. She started to understand that she would never be able to communicate with the world, and that her anger was a part of her. That was the truth she had struggled for centuries to accept.

Her anger still lashed out sometimes. Most of the time at animals, for they were her only companions. But once, that very once, she failed to channel her anger from the humans that camped near her hideout and started lighting a fire. It was the anniversary of the Hale House fire, and it was just not a great timing.

Like most humans, the couple didn't know better than to panic and scream. They didn't know about Satomi. They didn't know about werewolves. The husband pulled out a shotgun and the wife screamed loudly, calling his name. Before Satomi realised, she claws dug deep into the couples chest and throat, essentially killing them on spot.

Then there was another scream. Satomi turned around, her eyes still red, and she caught the slender boy before the boy could register what was happening. She bit him on the shoulder and the boy passed out immediately, leaving Satomi the only being in the camping site with the slowly burning fire. So ironic. She butchered the family like the fire did the Hales.

However, the boy wasn't dead. She gave him a bite and it was turning him, turning the boy into the creature which killed his parents. Satomi panicked. She couldn't think about anything but the guilt that flooded her.

Deaton was the only one who knew what she did. The boy accepted the bite and stabilised, and upon waking, he remembered nothing. He thought that Satomi saved him.

She owed him a family. A family she gave her life to try to replace for him. He was obliviously thankful for Satomi's help: the mantra, the new foster parents she found her, the support she provided all these years. Satomi kept this secret close to her, and she never spoke of anything.

The boy grew up, tall and handsome. He was one of her favourite betas, once of those who followed her since the very start of her pack. He always thought Satomi spoilt him with all the opportunities and love just because of her kindness, but he never suspected her guilt.

Brett Talbot was the living evident of one of her crimes in life.

[farewell-wanderlvst]

If your girlfriend is my best friend and flirt with me in front of her, even just joking, I will shove your head even farther up your ass then it already is