#ahri.

[warriorforged]

When evening fell the boy would bring the girl a glass of tea, a slice of lemon cake, an apple blossom floating in a blue cup. He would kiss her neck and whisper new names in her ear: beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart.

Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising.

[dm-gyochan]

Era um daqueles dias que tinha que mandar uma mensagem avisando que chegaria tarde do trabalho. Isso porque seus colegas de trabalham não conseguiam pensar em outra coisa a não ser garrafas e mais garrafas de soju para o fim do expediente na sexta-feira. Gyochan não reclamava, longe disso. Dava graças a Deus por ter pessoas tão legais como eles trabalhando ao seu lado, pareciam pensar todos do mesmo jeito, tomavam as mesmas decisões, fazendo com que o ambiente não fosse tão horrível. Por isso celebravam sempre que podiam. 

E Gyochan abusava. Nunca tinha aprendido a beber, ainda mais no final de semana. Ele mesmo sabia disso, e sua meta era ser colocado debaixo de um chuveiro com água gelada assim que chegasse em casa, porém, não sabia que as coisas seriam diferentes naquele dia. 

Passava das três da manhã, quando o deixaram na porta do prédio. Cambaleou e cambaleou, e parecia estar na porta do próprio apartamento. Digitou a senha uma, duas, três vezes, mas parecia estar errada — Mas que porra...? — questionou, vendo a fechadura duplicada a sua frente. Tentou só mais uma vez, antes de perder a paciência de vez — Namsu-yah! — gritou pelo marido, mas nada. Só tinha um jeito, e esse era o que mais fazia sentia na cabeça do bêbado impaciente. 

Afastou-se, claro, mais pra lá do que pra cá, antes de meter o coturno com toda a força que tinha, na pobre porta. Não conseguiu nada de primeira além do grande estrondo, mas na terceira, o pé foi junto com todo o resto do corpo. Foi tão rápido que só viu quando já estava no chão — Eita... — riu como o grande idiota que era, ainda sem perceber que não era o seu apartamento — Amor, cheguei! — a voz arrastada e desafinada era alta o suficiente para incomodar, inclusive o morador. 

@dm-ahri​ 

[silkstatus]

date:   april   24   ,   2025   ! location:   le   jardin   café   . feauring:   kiha   &   ahri   @aureataes   .

❛   i   had   a   feeling   i'd   run   into   you   here   .   ❜   it   was   where   they   met   and   though   winston   played   a   big   part   in   them   actually   speaking   for   the   first   time   ,   kiha   was   always   happy   to   see   ahri   .   ❛   were   you   planning   to   order   something   or   are   you   just   passing   by   ?   ❜

[veervs]

@ahrictw ha dicho : "¿Te encuentras bien?"

incluso si probabilidades de encuentro son altas, ha procurado aferrarse a esperanza de no tener que lidiar con conversaciones tan pronto. timbre femenino colisionando con oídos es primer indicio de lo inevitable, aún si se mantiene en silencio e inmóvil por un par de instantes. cabeza se encuentra abrumada con pensamientos, anhelando un simple cigarrillo que ayude a disipar tensión que ahora se posiciona sobre hombros. ' aún estoy evaluándolo. ' no miente, no ve necesidad de hacerlo aunque mirada aún no logra encontrar propio camino a facciones contrarias. ' ¿se ve muy mal? ' no evita pregunta, hermana mayor posee una mejor capacidad para evaluar escenario. contrario a él, que aún se encuentra batallando con forma de abordar asunto. ' sé que la situación es una porquería pero, ¿podrías darme el beneficio de la duda, ahri? ' cabeza se ladea en su dirección, buscando interceptar algo a través de la escasa iluminación que proporcionan linternas. ' no quería esconderlo y el informe lo hace ver peor de lo que fue realmente. '

[veervs]

🧸 : @ahrictw le regala un peluche a veera.

' aunque es adorable y aprecio el gesto — ' inicia, observando oso de felpa en poder antes de elevar iris a la mayor. ' quizá deberías dárselo a alguien que quieras besar esta noche. ' concluye finalmente, mostrándose divertido con idea. ' supongo que ollie será ahora mi pareja de san valentín. '

[naivrse]

golden  hour  is  a  seven–membered  south  korean  boy  group that was  formed  and  managed  by  seventh  heaven in 2010.  consisting  of main vocalist ahri , lead vocalist soohyuk ,  leader  ,  main  producer  ,  and vocalist  isaac  , main rapper jaeseung ,  vocalist  chan  , main dancer , center , and face of the group adrian ,  and  vocalist  ,  visual  ,  and  maknae  woobin  ,  the  group  made  their  official  debut  in  september  of  2012  with  their  self–titled  single album. golden hour was one of the reigning boy groups of the third generation , receiving substantial international recognition in addition to their domestic stardom , and are one of the few that still chart well present day.

golden hour are best known for their heavenly vocals , being mostly self–produced , and their light , coming of age concept. they're currently the best–selling act under seventh heaven , earning the company hundreds of millions through album and concert ticket sales alone. they've received numerous accolades over the years , their " solstice " album trilogy being one of the most critically acclaimed projects in k–pop history. although they've had their fair share of controversies , from in–group fighting during their early days to one member recently getting married to a fellow idol and starting a family with her , they've nevertheless managed to maintain their statuses as industry darlings.

in 2019 , all seven members of golden hour renewed their contracts with seventh heaven , signing on for an additional seven years with the label. while ahri and joohyun completed their mandatory military service starting in 2021 , the remaining five focused on their solo music and acting careers , before they all returned for a group comeback in 2023.

general

label  :  seventh  heaven

genres   :  electropop  ,  r&b  ,  synthpop  ,  edm  ,  ballad

fandom  : suns

colors  : midnight sky ( #457bb5 ) , dawn ( #eac14f )

popular tracks : growl , love me right , the first snow , spring day , don't wanna cry , light

sub–units  : eclipse , afterglow

members

jeon ahri ( b. 1992 )

kim soohyuk ( b. 1992 )

isaac kim ( b. 1993 )

park jaeseung ( b. 1994 )

andrew "chan" ahn ( b. 1994 )

adrian lee ( b. 1995 )

lee woobin ( b. 1997 )

[thegoldendemon]

@iminha 

    Huff! Huff!

    “Mister Yagami!”

    Huff!

    “Mister Yagami Hiro! I finally caught up with… you… you’re not going into the forest, are you?”

    Guess what Khada Jhin is doing.

    “Oh, no! Mister Yagami, you can’t—”

    “—Don’t touch me.”

    “I’m sorry, Mister Yagami, but you mustn’t go in there. It’s possessed by a horrible spirit. All the townsfolk won’t dare to go near.”

    Khada Jhin, who is today Yagami Hiro, celebrated painter and landscape artist of Zhyun’s Kaijn, is an excellent actor. To put on another face for him is like second nature, an instinct so honed that ‘breaking character’ is inasmuch unthinkable as physically impossible. It just wouldn’t happen.

    Which is why, when he very nearly laughs in this caravaner’s face, it must have been the most absurd thing he’s been told in years.

    “Keep your warnings to yourself,” he says. “I did not come to the borderland simply as a sightseeing journey. There are dyes here irreproducible anywhere else in Ionia, and I will harvest them. Seeing as the last time I sent for someone else to do this simple task came back with little more than weeds and dandelions.”

    The caravaner is aghast. “There aren’t any dyes in… Mister Yagami! I must come with you!”

    “What?”

    “You don’t understand. If something were to happen to you, that would be it for our caravan. The least I could do is ensure your safety, even if you don’t believe the stories.”

    I think it is you that doesn’t understand, Jhin almost hisses, but stays his tongue, instead saying, “Very well. Do not slow me down.” Off with a flourish, he sets  into the forest without another word, caravaner desperate to keep up behind him. Typical. The next he employs a caravan to the northern reaches, he’ll be sure to pack double in gold such they might stay put.

    (And there is dye here, though not the kind to color some philistine’s fabric.)

    The caravaner says something about how fast Jhin is, and he’s well beyond deigning to hear it. Potentially if he’d been in a better mood he’d tell them that in another life—which had not been another life—he’d been a dancer, an acrobat, before settling down in Kaijn once he got older. But then he imagines that the caravaner would then again state the obvious like how ‘Mister Yagami’ does not look that old at all, and Jhin says nothing. Better the silence than…

    Hnh.

    … there’s something here.

    Jhin steps down where he is, covertly picking up a small stick. Enough to slip into the sleeve of his tunic and, once kissed with the breath of magic, emerge out a knife. There’s shuddering in the trees and Jhin whips around, ready to strike.

    Nothing. There’s nothing. Nothing except that the caravaner, too, is gone.

    “Ah,” Jhin says with a harrumph. “Well, now, I owe you my gratitude.”

    He stays ahead.

    Jhin comes across a stream, as expected. It is soot-dark and brackish, informed by the strange salt of the riverbed underneath. Bulbous cattails rise from within, glowing a hard, cool red. He smiles, and picks them one by one as a farmer would a plum. Finally.

    Under his obi are countless vials, and Jhin begins the delicate process of squeezing the bulbs until they secrete liquid to bottle them with. His motions are practiced—he’s done this dozen of times. There’s no common name for these cattails, but their poison is infamous throughout Ionia, the model of limitless imitation by two-bit ‘alchemists’. Jhin does not settle for anything but the best. He accepts only straight from the source, and so.

    Something is with him here again.

    “If you must know, I make for poor prey,” he says, unbothered, still working. “But, please, do enlighten me.”

[warriorforged]

And what did I want? [...] A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning. There were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy’s arms around me and watch the wind move the clouds.

Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising.