#raveh

[trench-crusade]

Saint Raveh, Pit Locust of the Church of Holy Consumption.

[ultralazycreatorfan]

Prollu should have asked this too but is there any ethnicity in mind for Dex's bf?

The fact that you have so much faith in me - for you to think that mY sleep deprived brain could come up with anything consistent at 2:39 am-

I think at one point he was Irish.,,,. Then he was like Brazilian..,,,. Then he was from Indonesia..,,. And now idk where- I’m going back towards Irish. I think my mind is just going in a circle.

So... no

[sarapii-peachy]

Paparazzi / Admit One

Pairing: Leo, Ravi/Reader (separated per character)

Request: [anon] falling for a girl despite the scandal it would cause

Word Count: 1,635

Notes: First request, whoo! Starting off strong and tackling both a Leo and Ravi scenario. I don’t really write VIXX as musical artists (if that makes any sense, like I tend to write them in different genres) so this was a little out of my comfort zone, but I think it went well! This is what this blog is for anyway, practice, so thank you for that ^^ It was a bit shorter than I would have liked, but I hope you still enjoy it, anon! For other readers, please don’t be afraid to request away!

// T A E K W O O N ☀

The air was humid and heavy. The kind of summer heat that suffocated your lungs and stuck your hair to your neck in a sticky mess. She wished for a cool breeze, anything to soothe her burning skin as she fanned herself impatiently with the now crumpled university pamphlet in her hand.

She was on her way home from orientation, enrolled in a prestigious liberal arts school in the heart of Seoul just a few months prior. There was a certain allure about the country, the creative aesthetic that drew her to studying here. Trading her hometown on the other side of the world for the far east. Towering buildings and glittering skylines, beautiful oceans, and rolling plains, even if she changed her mind and decided to move out of the bustling metropolis, she wouldn’t have a problem finding another home here.

Meeting others had been a challenge since the move. A foreigner like her stood out in a nation of raven hair, porcelain skin, and slim figures. She was tall with fawn locks and eyes the color of water, rich golden bronze skin. Piercing side glances were a feeling she was used to. Out of disgust or curiosity, she had no idea.

An audible sigh escapes her lips as she’s greeted with a refreshing wave of air conditioning, stepping into a coffee shop just a short walk away from the train station. Several others seem to have a similar idea of cooling down with a cold drink and she takes her place in line.

Her number is called the same time as the barista finishes up another order. Scrolling through the news of her home country when she collides into a firm body and sends her drink tumbling to the floor.

Iced coffee catches the young man’s white t-shirt and he hisses through his teeth. He instinctively steadies her by the crook of her forearm and she doesn’t miss how hot his hand feels on her skin. Must be the summer heat.

She makes the mistake of looking up.

Breathtaking. Lean and tall, taller than her by a full head and that alone is enough to make her swoon. Tousled onyx hair and piercing eyes blown wide in surprise.

And then she sees the coffee stains on his clothes and her cheeks burn crimson.

“I’m s-so sorry,” she stammers out. She can hear unkind murmurs left and right and she wants to melt into a puddle right there.

Don’t they teach manners where she’s from?

She wasn’t even looking.

Stupid foreigner.

She moves to grab some napkins from the countertop but he stops her with another gentle touch to her arm.

“You spilled yours too,” he smiles, his voice breathy and kind. She doesn’t even notice until he motions with his gaze.

Her white shoes, now splashed orange, are now sticking to the floor with her fluttering movements.

“Who even gets a smoothie from a coffee shop?” he teases. Her unease disappears and she can’t help but laugh along with him.

**

He buys her a new drink and they take a window seat nestled in the back of the shop. He tells her his name is Taekwoon and his accent when he tries to pronounce hers makes her smile so wide that her cheeks ache.

She notices the stares rather quickly, rather indiscreet looks cast over shoulders of customers towards them. She feels her mood sour as she picks up more impolite whispers. Of course she would stand out, even more so with such an exceptionally attractive young man sitting in front of her.

He notices her discomfort. “We can go somewhere else if you like?” he offers. She wants nothing more than to spend more time with this new acquaintance but that familiar sinking feeling in her stomach sets in and she shakes her head. “It’s alright, I should head home anyway.” she says. His eyes fall slightly in disappointment.

“When can I see you again?” he asks her.

The question pulls the corners of her lips into a smile. “Sorry?”

“Next weekend. I’ll meet you here, okay?”

He pulls her hand in his and pens down a phone number on the back of a napkin.

(“I’ll write it here in case you spill anything again.”)

**

Their dates slowly progress from coffee outings once he finds out she doesn’t take caffeine well in that form. (“No wonder you ordered a smoothie.”) It’s their seventh night out together, an evening dinner at one of her favorite restaurants when she notices his phone light up on the tabletop. He moves to click it off before his notifications are illuminated but she doesn’t miss the plethora of messages.

She doesn’t think anything of it until out of the corner of her eye, she sees someone gesture in their direction, followed by the muffled snap of a cell phone shutter. Taekwoon pays no mind and looks up from his meal to ask her about dessert when their gazes lock and everything falls into place.

She remembers seeing that face somewhere before, buried within her subconscious. An early morning segment on the news of a music group coming back with a new album, the main vocalist’s serenade filling her kitchen as she fixed breakfast.

Leo, she remembers. She nearly drops her fork.

“This is..this is such a bad idea…” she murmurs to no one in particular.

He stops chewing. “What did you say, sweetheart?”

That does nothing to stop her pulse from skyrocketing at the fact that she’s currently dining with a pop star.

“I don’t think we should do this anymore..” she says. He definitely heard that.

“What?”

She bites her lip but the words still tumble out.

“This,” she gestures to the two of them, “a-and me. Someone like you shouldn’t be with me. I’m too different, I draw attention. You deserve someone more..” her words trail off and she hides her face. She feels that same gentle touch on her arm.

“Don’t you think I went into this business for attention? I’m used to it.” he says behind a kind smile. She’s about to interject but he continues. “And you’re not just a publicity stunt, you’re so much more than that.”

Again, he takes her hand in his like that blistering hot day not so long ago. “It’s not a crime.” he whispers and the camera shutters fire off like bullets, “Let them see,”

// ☽ W O N SH I K

Cozy mornings like this is what she loved about Sundays. The traffic had been light to the bookstore despite the rain, but that did little to spoil her mood. Her paycheck had come in the week prior and she was dead set on treating herself to some new reads, thank you very much.

The Classics section was one of her favorites, if she had to choose of course. With the mint chamomile tea she had sipped with breakfast this morning having cleared her mind, she begins her process of thumbing through pages and covers for a taste.

Another figure joins her just a few shelves down. Sporting silver hair and a button down plaid shirt paired with dark jeans, a Brontë book in hand. She studies him as he studies his novel, his fingers ghosting over the text.

“Jane Eyre? I haven’t seen many people here pick that up.”

He looks up from his page and flashes her a grin. “Yeah, I have this soft spot for romance novels.”

“The English edition you’re reading, can you understand it?”

“No,” he laughs, “but I’m learning. I’ve heard there’s some gothic elements and I wanted to give it a shot.”

“If that’s what you’re reading it for, I wouldn’t recommend that one,” she says. And just like that, she’s bonding with a complete stranger over literary devices. “Try this,” she hands him a copy of Frankenstein and mentally thanks her high school English teacher for those boring lectures on 19th century literature. More mystery and rustic for obvious reasons.

He lets out a low whistle and skims the excerpt on the back.

“I think I’ll really enjoy this, thank you.”

She mirrors his smile and goes back to the shelf in front of her before there’s a tap on her shoulder.

“Have you read this?” he asks. It’s a hefty hardcover. War & Peace.

She chuckles. “I can’t say that I have.” She flips through it and finds something wedged between the pages. A phone number scrawled on notebook paper.

“And you can use that as a bookmark.”

**

Wonshik takes her to record stores and music concerts, fitting places for two intellectual minds as he liked to call it. She learns that he has a thing for music and composing, something she hadn’t expected from his cool exterior.

They go to the museum one rainy afternoon. She likes seeing him babble with childlike excitement about the Roman and Greek exhibits, staying respectfully quiet while she studies romantic paintings.

He insists on paying for their lunch at the museum restaurant on the first floor despite how expensive it is. They giggle over a shared meal of overpriced sandwiches and bottled juice.

**

She finds out about his musical career that weekend. After the museum, he had spent quite a bit of time jotting down in a notebook, to which her quick eyes had spotted lyrics and sketches.

She had gotten up to leave then, worried about his future as an artist and the scandal it would cause, how a relationship would hinder his creativity with distractions.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re the problem. You’re the complete opposite of that,” he says after her and stops her in the doorway, “You’re my muse. You inspire me.”

Her blood roars in her ears. “Still,” she whispers, “If your company finds out..”

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “Then they’ll only know what their music came from.”

[kittyrave-blog1]

TEH RAVE BEGINS ONCE AGAIN

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NYA NYA RAVEH IN DA HOUSE

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DIS IS MY FURSONA! x3 PLZ DRAW!!! u don't have to but,it would be so ncie of chu OwO

[luxwry]

VIXX in Toronto!!

rly long post

So as you might have known, I wasn’t online for a couple of days because I flew to Toronto to see VIXX!! I actually live in America just outside of Canada so the flight was only about an hour and a half long, and I was able to sleep through the whole thing both ways. We stayed at the Intercontinental Hotel, which is actually connected to the Metro Convention Center where the concert/the convention took place. We checked in at around 12 noon on the 20th and sorta lounged around for a while. I made an offhand remark that “hey, vixx is probably staying in the same hotel as us what if we go down for lunch or something and they’re there.” LITTLE DID I KNOW that we actually went for Thai food across the street and when we came back, one of the elevators was open and I looked inside since out of the corner of my eye I saw a bunch of people, and what do you know. Ken and Hyuk were just standing in that elevator, and I almost FUCKIGN dropped my takeout. I still can’t believe I ACTUALLY SAW THEM IN A FUCKING ELEVATOR. ((As later on at the concert N said that he and Ravi were rooming together, I then assumed Ken and Hyuk were roommates and Leo and Hongbin as well; all the rooms were double beds))

We checked in at like 2:30 to get our convention passes and hi touch passes (yay!) and walked around outside until 5:30 when my friend arrived. We stood in line for basically an hour and a half until the doors opened and security started doing bag checks. I had a pretty good spot for recording and I actually got a bunch of really good footage (featuring my shrieking) and let me tell you. They all looked exhausted, but their performance was still absolutely stellar. Especially Ravi and Hyuk, they were going all out with the dance moves (despite Hyuk looking absolutely drained in the elevator). They had a Q&A which was hilarious, N kept asking the members in a cute voice “whyyyy~” whenever they answered vaguely to a question, and OMG the question Hyuk picked was a request to sing Happy Birthday😭 Hyuk told the girl to stand up and he, the rest of the members, and everyone in the audience sang happy birthday for her. She looked so happy I think she was about to cry. Hyuk was an absolute gem the whole Q&A. He and Ken kept being adorable and Ken would not stop the aegyo😂 Leo’s voice is so soft and quiet, whenever he started talking the room became so silent you could hear a pin drop. His high notes were sO loud tho, I still can’t believe it. They performed a bunch of songs like Dynamite, Voodoo Doll, On and On, Error, Love Letter, Say You Say Me, Spider, Secret Night, Eternity, and Love Equation for the encore (there might have been more that I forgot rip). Secret Night was probably my favorite performance; unfortunately, that was around the time the security guards were really checking for people filming so besides the 20 seconds my mom caught on her phone, I haven’t seen any other fancams.

Everyone was deaf by the time it was over two hours later (which didn’t feel like 2 hours at all) but my friend had to leave since she didn’t sign up for hi touch :( I was so nervous omf I had planned to say to Ravi, “I love your mixtape” but when I actually got up there I just said “I love you."😭 I said hi to all of the other members, and Hyuk said hi back to me and Leo just kind of stared at me. I honestly can’t even remember Ken, Hongbin, or N it all went by so quickly and I hate myself for it😪 It was the most magical night of my life, and I was so thankful to be able to see my boys perform live and to be able to get a hi touch afterwards. It was such a magical moment for me.

~CONVENTION~ The doors opened at 10am, but they weren’t really finished setting up until 11am ish. My friend wasn’t going to be back until about 1pm, and I had to check out of my hotel room at 3pm so we didn’t get that much of a chance to do anything :( All the vendors were in one big room, and it was ridiculously hot and I was wearing my giant ass vixx sweatshirt. The Sarah & Tom vendors easily had the most customers, the line was almost out the door. Everything was reeeeally overpriced, like $30-$60 per album😂 I bought Zelos, Base, Ace, and AMIGO. The posters were cheap, only $5 each🤔 I bought an Odd poster and Taemin’s Press It poster (the one where he’s kissing himself). We barely made it to the Dream Concert, we only got the last few performances before it was over and I had to go😭

All in all, it was a really wonderful experience and I hope I’ll be able to go next year.