#( face claim tag tba )

[dikiyvter]

       There r absolutely better face claims for Tau . The problem ? I have not consumed an anime / manga since      2015 .

[beomgzy]

SK8TER BOY

parings: skater!beomgyu x f!reader

genre: smau with written chapters, fluff, comedy, college au, strangers to lovers, opposites attract

synopsis: — y/n and beomgyu, complete opposites. she’s quiet while he’s loud. she’s clean while he’s messy. she’s a ballerina while he’s a skater. what will happen if these two cross paths?

featuring: the rest of txt, lesserafim’s yunjin and chaewon as y/n’s face claim , enhypen’s sunghoon, itzy’s chaeryeong, p1harmony keeho, aespa’s ningning and more.

warnings: profanity, kys/kms jokes, mentions of kissing, keeho and sunghoon, lowercase intended, incorrect time stamps, wrong hair color sometimes, overuse of emojis, yn is an idiot sometimes but it’s fine! changed ages to fit the story more, will add if anything comes up!!

start date: 02.06.23

end date: tba

update: whenever i can

status: ongoing!

author’s note: oh em gee! my first work ever.. kinda scared, kinda nervous and also kinda shitting my pants!! but i have had this idea for a while now so i’m glad to be finally putting it out!

THE GC’S

rockstars🔥 | yeonjun is old asl

01 | first i lol’d then i serious’d

02 | THE ONE☝️

03 | sent from heaven

04 | LOML

05 | thinking

06 | do it no balls

07 | buckaroo

08 | soccer mom

09 | spins and stuff

10 | mb boss🫡

11 | passions

12 | spelling bee ass

13 | miss park

14 | sugar daddy

15 | life or death

16 | two phones

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[lix-ables]

꒰ pancakes for two — lee felix. ꒱

| pairing: felix x f.reader.

| warnings. contains smut, mentions of drug use, corruption kink, choking, teasing, and more which will be in the actual fic.

| words. preview contains 760, actual fic tba.

| note. now see, this is the first time im writing this, so go easy on me. you can blame the teaser they put out, two songs and euphoria for this. let me know if you want to be tagged.

"why not tonight? i'm even wearing something pretty," you slur, your voice almost a whisper as you lean onto felix for support. "i'm not going to do anything while you're still drunk," felix mumbles, dragging you back to your room, his fingers wrapped securely around your elbow, ignoring your protests and mumbles about how you were fine.

"but m'not drunk, i'm fine. see?" to prove your point, you try to get out of his grasp, leaving him in disbelief when you show him you can walk, or attempt to, only to trip on a small brick in front of you. "whoever put that brick there, we need to talk," you manage.

"that brick didn't do anything to you, c'mere. let's get you home, angel," felix sighs, reaching out for you, holding you close to him as he opens the main door, and lets you walk in front of him while his hand rests on the small of your back. "you haven't called me that since forever," you start slowly, turning a bit to look at him.

"call you what?" felix hums, shutting the door close, locking it behind him as he guides you to your room.

"angel. maybe you’ve forgotten.."

you may have been out of it, but you remember anything and everything that he did. from the way he used to touch you, to the way he kissed you for one last time last month, before he disappeared. only to show up a week ago, the colour drained from him, it was like you no longer recognised him. like he didn’t know himself either. from the way you first spoke to him, your mind was buried with how he smelled and how he looked - smelled like a mix between apricot and old spice, and looked so warm, so kind with eyes soft and smiley all the time. that was until last week. it got hard to know what he was thinking, but you still stayed, for him.

truth was, felix never forgot you. how could he, when you were the only bright thing in his life? or so he thought. from the way you felt under him, to the way your mouth felt against him, he thought about the first time he took you out to a diner nearby, for pancakes, at eleven on a school night, claiming back then that it was only to ‘get to know you better.’ his memories took him back to the first time you leaned close to him and kissed him, just once, until he gave in, and pulled you by your waist, his free hand cradling your face, closing the gap between the two of you.

the first night filled with hopes of more such ones in the future. that was until his thoughts started going dark, and he needed to get away from you. you were too pure for him, too innocent for his mind. he was scared, of what he’d do, if you ever found about the dreams he’s had about you, the thoughts he gets when he’s in the shower. you were the only thing that filled his brain, it felt like he was high on you, his own and secret drug.

felix tried to stop thinking about you, but it was hard. hard to forget how you felt for the first time under his body, skin to skin, naked till sunrise, legs tangled along with sheets loosely covering your bodies. it was hard to forget how your fingers traced his freckles, how you used to talk about seeing patterns of constellations on his face, promising him that you’d show him one day. it was definitely hard to forget about the time he told you he loved the way your brain thought, how you’d find random moments to say anything that was on your mind.

he tried to stop himself from touching himself to that one photo of yours that he still kept in his pocket to this date - the one where his face was buried in the crook of your neck, the moment you tried to get his attention for the photo, but he refused. it wasn’t like he didn’t stop, he did. but he was addicted to you, to the way you smelled, to the way your walls felt around his fingers when he played with you. so warm and tight, he remembered - so perfect for him, like you were made for him.

but felix needed to convince himself that you were too pure, too dainty for him. but you were his angel. his pretty little angel.

[storiesbyrhi]

Sneak Peek... Eddie Munson x Witch!Reader

Hey there friends and family. I'm working on a witchy fic because, well, you know me. I was born for this kind of content. I haven't decided if it will be a one shot or multi chaptered, so while I type away I thought I'd let you enjoy a sneak peek.

I'd love to hear your early thoughts! And, as always, if you have any cute little details you'd love to see in the story, let me know. Under the cut ;)

TITLE TBA

There was something really… freaky… about the newest resident of Forest Hills Trailer Park. Eddie Munson was absolutely convinced she was a wizard, witch, whatever. He had no tangible proof. But the circumstantial evidence, your honour, was overwhelming.

Firstly, your small, black VW Bug appeared silently overnight, pulling a small trailer home in what seemed like an impossible feat of automobile engineering. You set up next to the Mayfield’s home, cordoning off your rectangular plot with a black plastic picket fence hammered into the ground. It was short, reaching only your knees, but it laid claim to the land in a way that kept unwanted guests away from the garden.

Secondly, that garden. The trailer sat at the back of the plot, with green grass surrounding it that hadn’t existed before you arrived. Pots of plants framed the land, their flowers and fruit spilling out as if they had been growing in their positions for months. Bees and butterflies had come to Forest Hills, making home in your established greenery.

Thirdly, nobody had seen you. Sometimes the black bug was there. Sometimes it wasn’t. A few long-term residents of the park had taken it upon themselves to step over the pickets and knock on the trailer door. They received no answer, although the lights inside were on.

Eddie would watch your place as soon as he rolled in, driving his van slowly. He’d sneak looks through the blinds of his trailer and take too long to hang the laundry around the back, close to where he could eavesdrop on the locals gossiping about the mystery of it all.

…

It was near the witching hour, 3:00 am, when Eddie shot up in bed one night, drenched in sweat. The scratching in his nightmare transitioned into real life and he looked around for the source of the sound. Small, frantic scratching. Unfamiliar, persistent scratching.

He followed the noise outside his bedroom and to the door that led to a makeshift deck. He’d only begun to crack it open when a snow white cat darted through, her scratching being replaced with happy meows.

“Hi there,” Eddie said to the cat, squatting down and holding a hand out for the creature to smell. The cat rubbed her face on his hand, welcoming any and all pats. “Where’d you come from, huh?”

The cat wore a red glittery collar holding a small tag printed with her name. Siouxsie seemed to be a big Eddie fan; the feeling was mutual. The pair was so engaged in their purring and patting that Eddie didn’t notice you arrive.

“Jesus!” he screamed when he clocked you out the corner of his eyes. He fell backward, spilling through the open bathroom door behind him.

Startled, Siouxsie went running outside. You watched her leap from the deck and cross the gravel road, disappearing under your trailer. Turning back to Eddie, you watched him get to his feet. He wore blue and white checked cotton boxer shorts and nothing else.

“What were you doing with my cat?” you asked him, only briefly making eye contact before letting your gaze travel to his sketchy tattoos and D.I.Y. pick necklace.

“Uh… She woke me up. Tried to break in,” he answered, his voice cracking with sleep and nerves. And, oh fuck, was he nervous. “Guess she’s a… cat burglar?”

Eddie looked at you, the way that lights from the park backlit you like an angel. You were in a black dress that fell around your feet. The hem was ratty from where it dragged behind you wherever you went. Bracelets and rings and necklaces adorned your body, and your nails were painted Barbie pink.

“She woke you?”

“Yeah… The scratching…” Eddie went to explain, but couldn’t describe how the sound was in his head, then was real. Your expression filled him with dismay; had he said something wrong? It was the joke. He shouldn’t have made the joke. The joke was bad.

He stood still and silent, watching you look him up and down. Suddenly aware of his near nakedness, he blushed hard. You took note.

“You just moved here,” he said, needing the quiet to be filled.

You cocked your head to the side, taking his sentence as a statement and not a question. He knew the answer.

“I’m Eddie,” he introduced, holding a hand out. He looked down at his arm, confused as to why he was being so formal, operating on autopilot.

Eddie watched your hand take his, gently shake and not let go. You said your name, followed by, “Siouxsie likes you. Put a bowl of salt next to your bed to stop the nightmares.” You were gone then.

In the morning, he couldn’t remember watching you walk back to your trailer.

Jesus fucking Christ. You were definitely a witch. And he was obsessed.

Alright, there it is. Feedback and literally any interaction with this post would be incredibly helpful and heartwarming lmao. I'm excited about this one!

While I've got you, one chapter left of Vintage Reeboks. Make sure you're up to date. xo Rhi

[woonierkiz]

VALENTINE BY VALENTINA — Yang Jungwon

CHAPTER SUMMARY. Valentina, the new solo artist of Ador, runs a mini show where she gives a gift to strangers for a gift on Valentine's and accidentally runs to Jungwon, whose dancing her song cupid at the hallway.

PAIRINGS. yang jungwon x fem reader

GENRE.  idol au, smau with written chapters, second-hand embarrassment moments, fluffy fluff, crack, idiots in love.

INSPIRED BY. tada our sassy but lovable and beloved DONGPYO <;3

MEMO. this series is entirely fictional and made for entertainment purposes (a.ka.a feeding my delulu selp). reader will be visualized by various face claims i saw on pinterest and uses feminine terms.

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⠀⠀⨯ ◞ PROFILES | ( valentine ╱ enhypen )

UPCOMING CHAPTERS. . . .

01. im so lonely 02. twitter momints 03. dispatch you keep ruining my mascara by xg. 04. CUPID IS STUPID EY 05. omgah omgah show is on 06. tba

[luvrhyune]

-; ✧˖*°࿐ HEARTBREAKER . HAN JISUNG .

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ PAIRING ; han jisung x fem! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUMMARY ; growing up you were never shown the correct example of what unconditional love was, so you believed it didn’t exist… so why was this nerd of a boy, making you feel things you didn’t know existed?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ GENRE ; SMAU, idiots to lovers !!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ WARNINGS ; swearing, lots of angst, fluff, toxic relationships, y/n has a face claim, she/her pronouns, “kys” comments & jokes, breakups, non idol au, humour (i hope??), kinda uni au, mentions of alcohol, written elements.

— posting status : coming soon (when hgb is finished) !!

— started : tba.

— ended : tba.

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TEASERS :

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CHAPTERS :

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Seven: Field Trip

Conner followed Jason around the museum and couldn’t help but smile at Jason’s childlike wonder. “This is cat’s eye prehnite… I remember when they added it to the exhibit because Catwoman broke in and tried to steal it,” Jason declared, “It usually wouldn’t be worth much monetarily speaking because it’s only a semi-precious stone… But cat’s eye prehnite is extremely rare and at nearly five carats-. Oh! It used to belong to an heiress who mysteriously disappeared in 1923 while visiting her paternal grandmother. Legend says the prehnite jewel was the key to an even greater fortune, but nobody can figure it out.”

Hearing Jason gush about history, value, and legends was more amusing than the exhibits. Someone tried to push past Jason by moving his chair.

“Hey, you ever heard of saying excuse me, chump?” Conner snapped.

The guy gave him the finger, and Conner advanced forward. Jason grabbed his wrist. “Conner, it’s okay—.”

“It’s not okay. It’s rude. You don’t just—. Sorry, you were talking about the prehnite,” Conner whispered. He took a breath, and Jason smiled.

“Thanks for speaking up, but I get treated like this all the time… And I don’t like to make a scene when I speak up for myself,” Jason sweetly corrected him. Conner bowed his head as his cheeks heated up. “Still, I’m grateful that you spoke up for me.”

“Anytime… Um… You were talking about the rocks,” Conner replied, gesturing toward a dagger.

“Typical Gotham cult story. It’s an ornate dagger with a ceramic handle, one blue diamond with a Marquise cut,” Jason described, “The noteworthy thing about the story is that one of Bruce’s—. My dad’s relatives on his mother’s side… His great-grandfather’s niece got involved with a cult that convinced her that Gotham’s most elite families owed a sacrifice to ensure the success of future generations. She tried to kill her three-year-old son to ensure her daughter's success from a previous marriage, but she said she was overcome by a mysterious force and turned the knife on herself. She survived, but no one ever saw her again…

“However, I did some deep diving and found a book. The author claims it was a work of fiction, but the book’s events resembled the cult’s killings in perfect detail despite the killings happening ninety years before her birth. She was a little older than my dad’s mom.”

“Your grandma?” Conner asked.

“Not really… I didn’t know Martha, and I was adopted way after she died,” Jason replied, “My grandma’s in prison.”

“For what?” Conner questioned as Jason led him to the next exhibit.

“Child endangerment, among a laundry list of other things,” Jason replied casually.

“The botanical gardens,” Jason smiled, “It’s my second favorite exhibit.”

“How do you know so much about everything in this museum? It’s like you know a fun fact about everything here,” Conner chuckled, “It’s cool.”

“Wow, um-.” Jason’s cheeks went rosy, adding color to his near-alabaster face. “Um… I used to come here a lot… And I’ve been on the virtual tour over a hundred and twenty times.”

“Why?” Conner questioned. The question was innocent enough, but the tightness in Jason’s chest said otherwise.

“I was in the hospital a lot, and when I got out of the hospital, I was stuck at home in a body cast,” Jason answered, “This is my first full week of being out and about again.” Conner frowned and kicked at the air.

“So, you must be thrilled to be outside again… I mean—. Sorry, that was dumb. I’m glad we got to spend time together,” Conner stumbled over his words. “I should stop talking.”

Jason giggled. “No, keep talking. I needed the laugh,” Jason joked.

Jason didn’t want to say it aloud, but it was exciting to be outside again. It was strange to have a free range of Gotham after everything. He thought Bruce would never let him leave the manor again. His phone vibrated, reminding him to take his medication. “Wanna grab a bite to eat?” Jason questioned. “My treat.”

Conner nodded. They left the museum and walked down the street. They ordered fries and a malt. Conner dipped his fries in his shake while Jason took his medication. “Conner, can I ask you a personal question?” Jason innocently asked as he drank milk before spooning his malt out of the cup.

“Go ahead,” Conner replied.

Jason glanced at Conner and cocked his head. “What’s the deal with the stunts? What do you get for doing all that?” Jason questioned.

“Mostly flack. I get a cut from whatever merch my manager can sell, and I get to travel around,” Conner answered, “And it’s supposed to get my image out there and help me gain the people’s trust.”

“You recited that line perfectly, but I call bull. Stunts aren’t gonna help you gain squat. You look like an overconfident carnival attraction. They’re robbing you of your personhood by making you act like a circus clown for change,” Jason replied. He didn’t mean to be harsh, but Jason hated people taking advantage of Conner.

“Do you think I’m a showboat?” Conner questioned. He bowed his head out of shame and refused to meet eyes with Jason.

Jason rushed to swallow his malt and fries because he didn’t want Conner upset. “Mmph… No. You helped me and didn’t tell anyone, even though it would’ve boosted your image. Then you ensured I got home safe because you were worried about me. You’re a good person, Conner,” Jason reassured him.

“How do I get other people to believe that?” Conner questioned.

“Okay, I’m no manager, but I know PR. Try to back off from the press. They can twist your words any way they want. The less you say, the better… No more stunts. Only show up when you’re actually needed, and don’t make a mess. If you do, people love a good clean-up job. Don’t be performative… Be personal. Pay attention to what the city needs and become that,” Jason advised, “ It's a slow process, but people will like you if you're real with them. You've got the big 'S', but what are you gonna do to carry its legacy?"

"But, I wanna make it my own. I don't even want people to treat me like the next Superman… I barely know the guy", "Conner replied.

"You don't? I figured the big guy would have you on speed dial," Jason mumbled in shock.

"Nah, we try to stay out of each other's way. It's weird between us," Conner replied.

Jason frowned. "So, you don't have any adults in your life? And no, your manager doesn't count," Jason muttered. Conner shook his head and took a spoonful of Jason's malt. "Give me a spoonful of your peanut butter." Conner grinned. Jason made Conner feel normal, and Conner made Jason feel the same way. They were just two teenage boys when they were together and nothing else. It felt good to forget. Even if it was only for a while.

[highfunctioningalcoholic]

hale appleman, pansexual, cis-male + he/him, figher «—◦—→ well met, ender malikov! the godling born child of dionysus. it’s been 35 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their passion, dramatics, + eloquence? or will their narcissism, jealousy, + high functioning alcoholism hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

name: Anders Dimitriy Malikov nicknames: Ender date of birth: june 14, 1989 age: 35 face claim: hale appleman godly parent: dionysus height: 6' 2 dominant hand: left education level: associate in performing arts from julliard university occupation: advance level sommelier; understudy on broadway with dreams of making a lead role

parents: dimitri malikov ( father ), anna genovese (mother, deseaed) siblings: leo malikov ( twin brother ) pets: none currently

astrological sign: gemini positive traits: passion, dramatics, eloquence, creative negative traits: jealousy, narcissism, high functioning alcoholism, addict habits: always has a smoke or his flask in his hands and is constantly drinking from it, is nocturnal, pescatarian and will only eat locally sourced seafood, tends to forget to eat when he is focused on work, speech pattern tends to be more on the eloquent side but can get lazy if he hasn't had enough to drink, his left eye has started to twitch since he arrived at camp and is starting to lose track of days quirks: chain smoker, always has a flask in his hands, tends to oversay whatever he is trying to say almost as if he is monologuing, acts as if the world revolves around him/as if hes on a stage and is the main character, runs hands over his face/hair when hes deep in thought or stressed, speaks 3 languages fluently (english, italian, russian), can recite poetry pet peeves: tags sticking out of other people's shirts, people who are full of themselves (hypocrite), tba hobbies: theatre, wine, performance, singing, dancing, wine, writing, traveling, wine, partying, drinking, drugs

sexual orientation. pansexual sexual position. switch; dominate

clothing style: his style leans very much into what one would call hipster but he also enjoys comfy sweaters and a pair of jeans. he can also be seen dressing up a bit nicer with button up shirts and vests but also has been spotted looking like he just rolled out of bed that day. all depends on his mental state... prominent features: tall, skinny but lean with muscle, glasses, beard or some kind of scruff, has a small tattoo of a bunch of grapes on his inner left wrist that he can easily hide if need be, scar above his right eyebrow that is barely noticeable from an accident when he was a child

what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood?

ender was in the middle of taking his master sommelier test when he heard the call. he walked out not finishing it knowing full well he would have to wait for another invite from the masters to take it again. the call was too strong to ignore though and curiosity got the best of him. besides he was sure dionysus had connections to get him another invite...right?

class: fighter inspirations: eliot waugh from the magicians (shocking), bender from futurama, kalus from the umbrella academy, shaggy at times from scooby doo, bean from disenchanment, david from schitts creek biography, if you’d like: tba anything else? no really, he needs booze to survive/function. think of bender from futurama, if he's sober hes useless

[rendangnana]

In Between

Pairing: BTS x Reader 

Genre: Fantasy| Spirit AU

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: TBA (For now none)

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BEGINNING

Magic,— something you won’t believe if you haven’t see it by your own eyes and it would also be the same with ghost, spirit and supernatural things or even believing in a life after death. Something you won’t believe if you haven’t experience it by yourself. Theres a lot of doubt in human if you didn’t feel it, it won’t be something real for you. 

And I once personally didn’t believe in these things. I saw death everyday and I never experienced anything related from the ‘other’ side. I worked as a mortuary make up artist, I basically live among the death. And even though I don't believe in ghost and their friends I like to watch something horror or scary, sometimes also read some creepy pasta works, because it makes my adrenaline go crazy. Love that feeling.

"Hey! We got new corpse in. Murder victim, badly wounded on torso and multiple scars all around the body, also broken hand. Male, 23. A John Doe by the way." A man came with the corpse cover with a white cloth over his body on the bed. "Okay, thank you.”

I open the cover, it reveal a man with pale skin.

'Yeah,He is dead. Everyone came dead here'

'What a waste his face is like a sculpture. Totally my type.’

I examined his scar and everything, where to fix the part that is broken or open. So he will look good as he is alive, presentable at least.

Dead men tell no story, but their dead body tell.  

'He got a nice body'

I touched that nice soon fade line of eight pack rectus abdominis that he have. 'What kind of workout he did ? He could be a body builder or a fighter. He really took care of his body.’ I examined his body more and found a lot of old scars. ‘Maybe a fighter’

I wrote all the parts that need to be FIX and started to do my job. I resew the scars he got from his murderer and autopsy. Then I put my best skill to cover any damage and discolor skin, fill any holes and did natural make up and hairstyle too. He already looks good without any makeup even when he is dead but just to make his face doesn't look too dead.

I applied my brush and drew on his face, while admiring some of his facial features. He have a mole under his mouth and couples on his cheeks. His lips are small there’s a cut,—maybe from a punch. He have a lot of piercing holes and also the things that really catch my attention was his sleeve tattoos.

'Is he some kind of gang member ? Maybe that's why he died this way'

'Seriously, what a waste’

All done, just need to put a good suits on him. But since he is a John Doe he have no family nor relatives, so he won’t need a clothes for a time. He won't be buried until someone claim to know him and take him, and if no one come for him within one month he will be just buried and no ceremony.

'Poor him’

The clock on the wall tell the time, '12 o'clock' .

Right on schedule, I clean all the tools and get ready to go home. Turning off the lights and lock the door.

The road was empty, wind blowing making my body chill. I wish I could buy a car, it would be easier to go home at night.

Sleep. I need sleep. Already arrived at my condo, washed my self and ready to go to sleep. HEAVEN. My bed, soft and full of pillows and fluffies. I jump to the pool of softness and fell a sleep soon.

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A loud sound woke me up from my slumber, 'What's that sound ?'

Someone is lurking in the kitchen, is it a burglar ? I'm kinda confused, my room is on 10th floor, what kind of burglar went to 10th floor. A lunatic?

I took the room broom thats lying next to my bedroom door.

'I hope theres only one person'

'Should I call the police?'

'Let's check it first' Maybe this was a stupid decision, if it's really a burglar who have weapon with them, definitely I will die with broom in my hand.

I sneaked to the kitchen finding my refrigerator door open. And theres someone looking for something inside it. I cannot see him properly since he was behind the refrigerator door.

'Is he only here for food?'

'Why bother to went up here, to 10th floor???'

'Should I knock him out ?'

'Maybe, here's goes nothing'

I screamed while putting my broom up to hit him. But the broom went through him.

"What the hell?!" He said.

THE BROOM WENT THROUGH?

“W-what the hell are you??" I said still looking at my broom confused. ‘Is this broom broke ?’

"Well... you can see me ?" He asked.

Why was he asking such a weird question? Of course I can see him clearly even with only the moon light shining through him.

Through

Through

Through….

"What the hell in seagull name are you??? Why everything goes through you ???" I started to panic. All of these horror and thriller movies watching experience weren’t helping at all when I see something as real as this. Am I still dreaming ? But the pinched from my finger now felt real.

"Are you a GHOST??"

He click his tongue and wink. "That's right!" Then he gulped the milk he took from my refrigerator. "Ah I miss this taste.”

Wait, he looks familiar. That face, the face that I just saw today.

He is the John Doe that I just fixed.

"Aren't you the one at my mortuary? The murder victim? Aren’t you dead?"

"Yeah thats right, still dead last time I checked. And thank you for fixing my handsome face by the way." He cheers his milk carton.

"Uhmm.. your case. How did you died?” Curiosity bite you as you wondered of his body state at the morgue.

"Ah thats right, that fucker. Argh I fucking hate this." He ruffled his long hair with a blue highlight at the end of it.

"Are by any chance you were a gang member?"

"Almost right.” He chuckled “I am actually an assassins. And my fucking trusted friend killed me on the action because someone from the rival of someone who hired me paid him to do so. Piece of shit, shouldn't had take him with me." He crushed the empty milk carton.

“Okay…. And why are you here? Are you going to haunt me? Posses me? ” I asked still can't believe I saw a ghost in front of me.

"Nah, I saw you fix me and because I cannot go to heaven nor hell, I thought why not I live with her. And this is a nice place you got here." He walk to the sitting area and took his place.

He saw me fix him. Then he must have saw all of those touching and admiring everything about him. Oh gosh this is embarrassing. I never thought I will see the ghost of someone I fix. I hope the others didn't saw what I did to them, nothing bad I did though just embarrassing.

"Aren't you supposed to be scared of me? Or are you those ghost hunter freak or you see ghost everyday because you work at the death peoples home ?”

"Well I was a bit scared when that broom went through you.” The hold on the broom getting closer to me. “And I never saw a ghost before, you are the first one.”

'Why did I talk with a ghost?'

'Why you just realize this??’

"I see. What's your name darling?”

'Darling? Gosh this ghost is something’

"Uhm, its y/n. Yours ?”

"Ah yes you only know me as the John Doe, it's Jungkook. And can you tell your boyfriend to stop glaring me.”

'Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend.'

'Did he mean theres another ghost here ?’

"I don't have..”

"You should fucking go from here you heaven trash." Suddenly a sound came from behind me. A low voice, a man.

'What is happening ?'

Could you guess who is it ? 😌

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hello and welcome to the cringe-fest!!

• if you’re a proshipper or any of the basics (zoo, pedo, homo/transphobic etc.), leave.

• this is a sfw AND nsfw blog; I will be posting and reblogging both, so minors dni (I will tag it tho!)

• self-shipping isn’t something I take too seriously for myself, but it’s very comforting and silly and fun :3

current f/o’s

♡ main: ♡

✰ c.liff s.teele || d.oom p.atrol (been my main f/o for over 4 years ♡) #cliff..♡

✰ a.sh w.illiams || (specifically) a.sh vs. e.vil d.ead #ash..♡

✰ a.sa e.mory || the c.ollector #asa..♡

✰ d.amien k.arras || the e.xorcist #damien..♡

✰ a.lex w.hitaker || p.uppet m.aster #alex..♡

♡ secondary: ♡

✰ bo s.inclair || h.ouse of w.ax #bo..♡

✰ m.ichael m.yers || halloween (all of them,,,) #michael..♡

✰ b.illy l.enz || b.lack c.hristmas (1974) #billy..♡

about my self insert!!

✰ he’s somewhere in the 25-30 age range, I just haven’t decided??

✰ he’s about 5’7

✰ he’s also bisexual like me

✰ his face claim is h.ugh d.ancy (it’s not an exact match for how I imagine him, but it’s very close)

✰ I’d like to think he sounds a lot like w.ill w.ood (talking and singing)

✰ he’s a twunk (not too muscular, but he’s pretty fit and does have some muscle)

✰ in some universes, I see him as a trans male and in others, he’s cis. It depends on how I’m feeling (I’m a trans guy btw)

✰ he’s a silly guy; he’s very humorous and sarcastic. he can get pretty cocky and borderline arrogant sometimes, but he’s really sweet and kind

✰ he’s a drummer

✰ he lovessss dancing and he’s real good at it

✰ he’s a motorcyclist and loves his bike more than most things (he named it Maximum; or Max for short)

✰ his favorite song is head over heels by tears for fears (same as me)

✰ my pinterest I’m linking bc I’ve got 5 boards for him!

other tags!! (more tba)

#sebby☆ ➙ anything that describes my self insert (fc, vc, vibes, etc.)

#okfreak ➙ n$fw stuff (hashtag name dedicated to my friend bc of a silly inside joke :3)

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[monmuses]

Character Stats Framework.

Repost Don’t Reblog

Name: Jimmy Hopkins

Nickname(s): James, Kid, New Kid, Pretty Boy, Hopkins

Age: 18

Birthdate: January 18th, 1991

Species: Human

Nationality:

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronoun(s): He/Him

Romantic Orientation: Bisexual

Sexual Orientation: Biromantic

Face Claim: TBA

Parents: Unnamed mother and 5th father

Siblings: None

Significant Other(s): None

Children: None

Eye Colour: Dark Brown

Hair Colour: Light Brown

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 180 lbs.

Body Build: Mesomorph

Notable Physical Traits: More "husky" with a notable RBF; short but muscular in size and has a very light-brown hair type

Tagged By: @pvachypessa (thank you <3) Tagging: you! steal it from me

[shesholy]

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊     .     initial     .

full     name:     ruby     -     jo     aylin     jagger     . nicknames,     aliases:    

rj     .

jj     .

ruby     .     (          preferred     name     .          )

age:     twenty     -     seven     . date     of     birth:     november     twenty    first     . place     of     birth:     london     (          west     end          )     ,     england     . nationality:     british     -     american     . ethnicity:     white     (          albanian     ,     english          )     . languages     spoken:     english     ,     albanian     (          not     fluent     though          )     .

zodiac     sign:     scorpio     . hogwarts     house:     gryffindor     . myers     -    briggs:    isfp     -     t     .

occupation:     glamour     model     ,     actress     ,     and     singer     -     songwriter     . career     claims:     pamela     anderson     (          modeling          )     ,     tba     (          tba          )     ,     julia     wolf     and     nessa     barrett     (          singing          )     .

(          you     can     find     her     discography     here     .          )

height:    five     foot     eight     . weight:    128     lbs     . tattoos,     piercings:    same     as     faceclaim     .

father:     mick     jagger     (          seventy     -     nine          )     ,     the     british     born     lead     vocalist     of     the     rolling      stones     .     relationship     :     they’ve     always      been      really     close     ,     since     her     rise     to     fame     they’re     seen     out     together     alot     more     because     she’s     not     afraid     of     becoming     a     public     figure     .     they     have     a     mutual     love     of     music     and     sports     and     she     gets     her     free     /     wild     spirit     from     him        .   mother:     lorana     morina     (          fifty     -     eight          )     ,     a     albanian     -     american     model     and     actress     .    relationship     :    they     didn’t     always     get     along     ,     butting     heads     when     ruby     was     growing     up     but     her     mom     has     always     been     her     shoulder     to     lean     on     when     times     get     rough     . sibling:     tba     ,     there     are       alot       of       them     .   pets:     lenny     (          black     labrador     ,     two     years     old         )

gender:    cis     female     . pronouns:     she     /     her     . orientation:     bisexual     . status:     single     . past     relationships:

billie     rushman     .     (          dated     )

julian     calvary     .     (          dated          )

luca     matthews     .     (          dated          )

dexter     o’malley     .     (          were     engaged          )

imani     williams     .     (          dated          )

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔     .     background     .

chara     inspo     :     pamela     anderson     ,     lara     jean     (     to     all     the     boys     series    )     ,     mary   (     confessions     of     a     teenage     drama     queen     )             .

ruby  -  jo  was  born  in  november  of  1995  ,  the  second  daughter  of  her  mother  lorana  and  her  father  mick’s  sixth  child  .  her  parents  weren’t  in  love  ,  atleast  not  in  the  way  most  children’s  parents  were  .  the  two  long  time  friends  ,  who  turned  to  one  another  for  comfort  in  a  time  when  they  both  needed  it  .  it  made  co  -  parenting  easy  but  it  certainly  wasn’t  a  typical  family  dynamic  .  although  nothing  about  her  upbringing  was  necessarily  typical  .  the  daughter  of  a  rock  legend  and  a  oscar  award  winning  actress  .  ruby  spent  the  first  ten  years  of  her  life  in  london  with  her  mom  ,  seeing  her  dad  a  few  times  a  week  so  long  as  he  wasn’t  away  with  work  .  it  wasn’t  until  her  mom  booked  a  television  series  that  would  be  filming  in  new  york  regularly  that  they  moved  to  the  states  .  the  change  to  such  a  hectic  city  ,  made  ruby  rather  shy  and  a  bit  quiet  during  her  adolescents  .  it  wasn’t  long  after  they’d  stuck  their  roots  in  the  states  that  her  father  purchased  an  estate  in  connecticut  to  be  closer  to  her  when  he  wasn’t  on  the  road  .  it  ended  up  being  the  perfect  set  up  for  someone  so  uninterested  in  big  city  living  like  ruby  .  often  escaping  to  her  father’s  as  a  safe  haven  .  for  the  most  part  she  was  afforded  a  normal  childhood  ,  when  she  wasn’t  tagging  along  with  her  father  on  his  work  ventures  .  she  attended  private  school  in  new  york  where  she  had  her  small  group  of  friends  ,  was  apart  of  the  lacrosse  team  and  multiple  theater  productions  .  it  wasn’t  until  her  sophmore  year  that  she  was  pulled  from  the  school  when  paparazzi  started  lining  up  on  campus  grounds  .  she  finished  highschool  via  homeschooling  ,  ruby  never  wanting  her  parents  fame  ,  so  they  did  everything  in  their  power  to  shield  her  from  that  life  .  from  the  scrutiny  of  being  a  public  figure  .                            

that  all  came  to  an  end  though  at  eighteen  ,  she  attended  the  superbowl  alongside  her  father  ,  the  jumbotron  focusing  on  her  during  one  of  the  crowd  features  .  up  until  that  point  she’d  managed  to  remain  rather  faceless  to  the  public  ,  covering  her  face  with  glasses  or  whatever  was  in  her  hands  whenever  out  with  her  parents  and  maintaining  a  private  social  media  presence  throughout  her  life  .  shots  of  her  going  viral  across  the  internet  .  she  didn’t  face  scrutiny  though  most  of  what  was  said  about  her  being  more  or  less  positive  .  it  wasn’t  long  before  calls  from  photographers  started  coming  in  ,  a  couple  months  later  she  and  her  father  shared  the  cover  of  rolling  stone  magazine  .  notably  the  only  way  she’d  agreed  to  do  it  was  if  he  was  by  her  side  .  the  cover  had  caught  the  eye  of  those  working  at  playboy  ,  they  wanted  her  to  pose  for  a  cover  of  an  upcoming  issue  .  after  a  couple  weeks  of  calls  back  and  forth  and  talks  with  her  parents  ,  ruby  agreed  to  fly  out  to  los  angeles  and  pose  .  going  from  faceless  a  few  months  beforehand  to  fully  nude  ,  catapulted  her  into  the  lime  light  .  it  was  like  a  shock  to  the  public's  system  and  they  couldn’t  get  enough  of  her  .  she  continued  working  with  playboy  for  several  months  after  her  debut  ,  before  she  became  a  centerfold  model    .  something  about  being  a  playboy  playmate  gave  her  a  confidence  she’d  never  known  beforehand  .  it  was  freeing  for  her  .  in  less  than  a  year  she’d  become  something  of  a  hot  commodity  ,  paparazzi  everywhere  ,  acting  cameo  offers  ,  interviews  left  and  right  .  although  she  quickly  came  to  realize  conversations  always  found  their  way  to  one  thing  :  her  body  .  it  was  disheartening  ,  especially  given  she  was  vying  for  a  career  in  acting  ,  but  she  took  it  on  the  chin  and  always  found  a  way  to  make  a  joke  out  of  any  uncomfortable  situations  .  

it  wasn’t  until  her  house  was  broken  into  and  personal  belonging  were  stolen  that  she  hit  a  breaking  point  .  faced  with  a  massive  invasion  of  privacy  on  two  counts  :  the  break  in  and  the  fact  that  personal  tapes  from  her  intimate  life  were  in  a  stranger's  possession  .  it  was  during  an  event  party  that  she  learned  the  tapes  had  officially  been  leaked  .  three  separate  tapes  (  one  with  an  ex  husband  and  two  other’s  with  her  boyfriend  at  the  time  )  ,  revealed  for  the  whole  world  to  view  .  she  grew  incredibly  overwhelmed  during  this  time  crawling  back  into  the  shell  she  once  was  protected  in  .  it  was  during  multiple  depositions  she  realized  the  case  was  going  to  go  no  where  ,  after  the  conversation  going  back  to  work  with  playboy  more  times  than  she  could  stomach  .  it  became  clear  to  her  that  because  of  what  she  did  for  work  ,  somehow  the  laws  no  longer  pertained  to  a  crime  committed  against  her  .  she  subsequently  signed  off  her  rights  to  the  tapes  ,  making  a  point  to  get  revenue  from  them  for  as  long  as  they  were  scattered  across  the  internet  .  she  may  not  have  been  proud  of  it  ,  nor  wanted  it  out  there  but  she  was  sure  as  hell  not  going  to  sit  by  and  allow  anyone  to  make  anymore  money  off  of  her  own  misfortunes  .  it  was  that  year  she  decided  to  part  ways  with  playboy  ,  hanging  up  glamour  modeling  entirely  .  

leaving  modeling  behind  didn’t  help  when  it  came  to  acting  though  .  her  career  was  in  all  regards  in  the  can  .  coming  to  the  conclusion  there  was  no  longer  anything  left  in  california  for  her  she  moved  back  home  to  new  york  city  .  resigning  to  leading  some  socialite  lifestyle  she  really  had  no  desire  to  live  .  from  the  outside  looking  in  it  seemed  as  if  she  were  thriving  ,  though  in  reality  she  had  never  been  more  miserable  in  her  life  .  

it  was  in  2019  that  things  started  to  turn  around  ,  though  .  she’d  posted  a  cover  of  her  father’s  song  paint  it  black  as  a  happy  father’s  day  post  ,  an  ode  to  her  own  appreciation  for  his  career  and  the  internet  nearly  broke  .  not  only  a  sweet  sentiment  but  no  one  had  any  clue  she  could  sing  to  begin  with  (  maybe  everyone’s  fault  for  always  going  straight  to  talks  of  her  body  )  .  it  seemed  as  if  that  was  an  opening  to  the  light  at  the  end  of  the  tunnel  ,  a  career  in  music  coming  together  pretty  easily  from  that  point  on  .  she’s  been  back  in  los  angles  for  the  last  year  now  ,  although  she  splits  her  time  between  california  and  london  nowadays                                                                

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊     .     facts     .

she’s  an  absolute  softy  .  a  hopeless  romantic  who  is  just  aimlessly  gliding  through  life  trying  to  find  the  big  love  of  her  life  .  she  definitely  believes  you  should  lead  you  life  with  your  heart  first  and  doesn’t  do  much  with  the  thought  of  what  can  go  wrong  .  very  much  so  the  type  of  girl  to  get  married  to  someone  after  knowing  them  for  five  days  (  she’s  done  it  ,  not  once  but  twice  )  .  

she  journals  everything  .  every  moment  in  her  life  is  written  down  on  a  piece  of  paper  ,  it’s  like  her  therapy  .  she’s  that  person  writing  out  angry  letters  to  people  to  get  it  out  of  her  system  without  having  to  say  it  outloud  ,  definitely  has  an  box  labeled  ' letters  i’ll  never  send’  but  packed  to  the  brim  with  her  frustrations  .      

she  writes  all  her  own  songs  and  has  a  pretty  interesting  perspective  when  it  comes  to  her  songs  .  taking  on  a  more  savage  alter  ego  in  her  music  which  is  quite  the  contrast  to  who  she  is  in  person  but  it  makes  things  more  fun  for  her  .  

can’t  drive  .  like  has  never  even  tried  ,  she  doesn’t  even  have  a  license  .  more  than  happy  to  play  passenger  princess  for  the  rest  of  her  life  .  

has  done  just  about  every  drug  you  can  think  off  ,  but  she  actually  not  into  drugs  at  all  .  just  a  very  curious  person  who  likes  to  see  what  all  the  hype  about  things  are  .  she’s  the  person  who  tries  something  ,  enjoys  it  while  it’s  happening  and  then  checks  off  the  box  and  never  feels  the  need  to  do  it  again  .  she  rarely  even  gets  drunk  ,  honestly  .  like  she  enjoys  a  good  drink  here  and  there  but  she  doesn’t  drink  to  get  drunk  by  any  means  .  

an  undercover  tomboy  ,  looking  at  her  you’d  think  she’s  just  as  girly  as  the  next  girl  walking  down  rodeo  drive  but  she’s  really  one  of  the  boys  deep  down  .  hand  her  an  ipa  ,  watch  a  game  (  any  sport  really  ,  although  she’s  big  on  soccer  ,  football  ,  and  basketball  )  and  watch  her  throw  out  the  word  bruh  like  her  life  deepens  on  it  .   

got  a  breast  reduction  in  2020  in  hopes  to  be  taken  more  seriously  ,  so  far  so  good  .           

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗     .     wanted     connections     .

most     of     these     are     just     some     ideas     i     had     based     off     of     her     music     but     i’m     open     to     literally     anything     for     her     !

get     off     my     :     platonic     .     in     my     way     :     platonic     /     romantic     .     nikes     :     romantic     .     girls     in     purgatory     :     romantic      .     hoops     :     platonic     .     high     waist     jeans     :     romantic     /     neutral     .     hydra     :     platonic     .     counting     crimes      :      romantic      .   

fans  of  her  *clears  throat*�� work  .  the  guy  she  lost  her  virginity  to  ,  probably  doesn’t  believe  her  because  it  was  later  than  most  people  think  .  ex  hubbys  /  wives  (  short  lived  marriages  probably  most  were  annulled  )  .  ex  fiances  .  girl  squad  .  guy  squad  ,  give  me  the  we’re  fucking  with  mark  kinda  vibe  .  childhood  friends  .  bad  influence  .  rival  .  everything  !          

[oneirataxia-girl]

alvita’s endless ocs ⇝ lynelda

fandom - bbc merlin

face claim - sujaya dasgupta

love interest - merlin

fic name: a gift of a flame

character tag - oc: lynelda

ship tag - ship: merlda

otp tag - otp: loving you is the hardest (and easiest) thing

fic tag - tba

[asks-n-trolls]

design and art by trollbriidge

[Interest Tag] [Art Tag] [Asks] [Playlist] [Toyhouse]

Name: Margot Limao

Nickname(s): Margie, Marge, Mary, Mama Mary

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Lusus: TBA

Caste: Lime (Jade if your with the cops)

Height: 5'7"

Age: It's rude to ask!

Voice Claim: Lynda Carter

Abilities: Besides her impeccable singing abilty their isnt much to see here

Typing Quirk:TBA

Occupation: Singer at the Lost Chord

Likes: Flowers, Faux Feathers and Furs, Tattoos, Tall Women, Cocktails Of All Kinds

Dislikes: Waking up Early, Hemoists, Trolls Who Ask Too Many Questions, Playboys, Having her Hair Pulled

Bio: An angelic voice that fills the late night air

In an attempt to run from her past she moved to a new area with a new name and a new face as Margot. She applied for a job at the Lost Chord shortly after moving in and she's worked there weeknights ever since. Desmie's kindness saved her from having to live on the streets, the two growing close like sisters.

Where to Find Them | Plot Food:

Currently you can only meet her as she preforms at the Lost Chord.

She can also be seen drinking a bit after and between performances