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24-Karat Harrison | BODY BACK Update #3

THE WRITING UPDATE WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR (I’M WE)!

Let's chat chapter 3 of my literary fiction novella, BODY BACK! Harrison stares at himself in so many bathroom mirrors, gets down to Don't Cha (Pussycat Dolls), tries to forget the man he once was, reclaims himself through excess, & more! Post under the cut!

Logline: After an argument with his mother draws him much too close to the past, Harrison turns to Jeremiah to help him develop a gilded persona.

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Random thoughts turn into...

A couple weeks ago, I was oversharing in my tags and in the process of doing so, came up with the phrase "24-karat harrison."

#I don't drink but I can positively say drunk rachel would 100% be just harrison like 24 karat harrison #actually going to get him to describe himself as 24 karat harrison in the next bb chapter fantastic this was a productive random thought

AND SO 24K HARRISON WAS BORN!

What does it mean to split yourself into two facets, one polished, one unpolished? What could you do if YOU were "24-karat" for a day? This phrase instantly shaped the entire direction of this chapter.

Also, as a poet, I cannot overlook how wonderfully "24-karat" and "Harrison" match each other. VISUAL congruency?? Syllabic harmony??? THE ASSONANCE?? He was built for this.

The plot

CW: this is the most *mature content* chapter I've written in BB so there are mentions of sex, drugs, and suicidal ideation.

"24-Karat Harrison" jumps right off the last chapter of BB where Harrison's stormed away from his mother after she drives him to Lonan's apartment (lol). He arrives at Jeremiah's place tired of who he is and in desperate need of a major change.

The chapter is split into two simple halves: scenes in Jeremiah's apartment, and scenes in a Las Vegas nightclub. How Harrison manages to get into so many shenanigans in these two locations alone astounds me! :)

Scene A:

Harrison turns up on Jeremiah's doorstep soaking wet from the rain. He's looking for a distraction :) & Jeremiah provides :)

Scene B:

A Haremiah pillow talk moment that ends abruptly when Harrison asks Jeremiah if he has Tylenol???? (romantic king /s)

In scene A, Harrison noticed Jeremiah hosted a party. Here, he asks him why he wasn't invited, and Jeremiah suggests it's because he seems too quiet to party

Scene C:

In an attempt to manufacture a more confident personality, Jeremiah helps style Harrison, complete with a fur coat and cowboy hat (horrifying).

Scene D:

Harrison retreats to the bathroom while he and Jeremiah wait for their ride to the club. He's not confident despite the new outfit and goes feral on Jeremiah's hair products, makeup, cologne etc. He finally sees 24-Karat Harrison in the mirror and is pleased.

Scene E:

At the club, Harrison and Jeremiah run into Biyu, Jeremiah's friend from Chapter 6 of Moth Work. His confidence is shot when she suggests he's quiet despite his new persona.

Scene F:

Harrison dances with Jeremiah, but is unable to shake Biyu's comments. He presses Jeremiah for validation, but Jeremiah wants to have a good night, not therapize the man he's seeing.

As Harrison continues to pester, Jeremiah reunites with his friends and is drawn into a (potential) group make out session. Harrison gets overstimulated.

Harrison flees to the club bathroom for reprieve when he again catches his reflection and doesn't recognize himself. His lack of recognition angers him--he's tired of seeing everyone in his face but himself.

A man--Perry--who is one of Jeremiah's friends, interrupts Harrison at the mirror to flirt. Harrison is agitated but drawn to him nonetheless.

Writing process & themes

I talked about how I structure chapters for BODY BACK in THIS post, but essentially, I orbit each scene around a particular theme.

I didn't really know what the theme of this chapter was until yesterday. I'd noticed I kept "repeating beats" throughout this chapter--particularly, Harrison analyzing himself in bathroom mirrors, which happens THREE times. At first, I thought I'd done something wrong because Harrison seemed to keep "backtracking" in narrative which made his psychology seem inconsistent.

By the time I got to the final reflection analyzation though, I realized THAT was the theme--bobbing between extremes when you're in the middle of an identity crisis.

What Harrison doesn't admit to himself in this chapter is that he's lost himself since he broke up with Lonan. The only Harrison he knows is the Harrison who chased Lonan across the country, put his needs above his own, etc. Now that Lonan's gone, Harrison doesn't know himself at all. This is why he reaches toward 24k Harrison, a caricature of himself painted in broad, unsubtle strokes--at the very least, he won't forget himself if he looks ridiculous.

But it doesn't work! This is because versions of who he "was" keep popping up. He can't help but feel like the vulnerable person he was when he was with Lonan.

Therefore, we really explore extremes in 24kH. Extreme pleasure VS extreme hollowness (Jeremiah kissing him in the doorway and then immediately walking away in scene A). In scene C he’s hot but he’s not. He wants to sleep with himself but he’s not desirable at all. He's alright with begging but wants to be begged. He wants to live a very specific life where he buys cowboy hats for livestock and eats ice cream with his hands but he also wants to die. He’s Jesus but he’s discarded bits of gold (THANK YOU for pointing that out @jaydewritesfiction!). He’s twinkling but he’s the dullest person in the room.

It took me a while to actually see I'd been doing that--purposefully creating contradictions in narrative--the ENTIRE chapter. Smh Rachel, good job with all those literary devices you didn't realize you were using.

This chapter took me a lot longer to write than I wanted it to (about a month), but it's also because it's SO long (7k, which is currently half the manuscript). I'm so happy with how it turned out though because its creation represents EVERYTHING I love about it: impulsivity, chasing highs, uncovering darker folds of you the longer you sit inside manufactured gold.

Music

Music was SOOO important in the conception and understanding of 24kH for me, more than usual! In fact, I've made a very specific playlist that is a track-by-track breakdown of the chapter (in order).

Here's a quick breakdown of each song & where they go in the chapter!

1. Nobody by Greyson Chance (studio version) - Backbone of the ENTIRE chapter!!!! Chapter starts with this song.

2. Hands by Greyson Chance - Haremiah make out ANTHEM <3. Also in scene A.

3. Hellboy by Greyson Chance - End of scene A where Haremiah gets... intense lol love <3

4. Fade Into You by Mazzy Star - This is on the radio while Haremiah gets DOWN. Start of scene B.

5. Aloe Vera by Greyson Chance - Haremiah sharing a joint & pillow talk song. Middle of scene B.

6. I Got So High That I Saw Jesus by Noah Cyrus - Haremiah sharing a joint & pillow talk song but it's getting sadder & more internal. End of scene B.

7. Nobody by Greyson Chance (live version) - CRITICAL song for this chapter so it appears twice!!! Live version is Harrison at the start of scene C.

8. Black Mascara by Greyson Chance - Harrison analyzing himself in the mirror ANTHEM (this song is also the backbone of this chapter). Harrison goes feral in the bathroom because he thinks he's better off when he does what he fucking wants etc.

9. I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred - Actually this is supposed to be the Shrek version :) so :) anyway self-explanatory. Rest of C.

10. Welcome to the DCC by Nothing But Thieves - Walking into the club anthem (scene E).

11. SexyBack by Justin Timberlake - Dancing and feeling real good about it (beginning of scene F).

12. Don't Cha by The Pussycat Dolls - SELF-EXPLANATORY don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like 24-karat Harrison (middle of scene F).

13. Sex & Other Drugs by Greyson Chance - Fleeing to the bathroom anthem (for sex & other drugs??? maybe; rest of scene F).

I also wanted to talk about the significance of the track Nobody because... it's this WHOLE chapter! I wrote this tag essay about it a couple weeks ago when I shared an excerpt where Harrison sees himself as a trophy while in the 24kH getup (excerpted later in the post):

#also there are many greyson chance easter eggs here #the trophy bit i've already mentioned is a reference to the live version of “nobody” #where he goes 'i'm not the trophy you think i am' #which is actually not in the studio version #ANYWAY the LIVE VERSION is a sad piano ballad of THAT #so anyway I love that the trophy line #was cut from the studio version but is in the sad piano version lol #don't know how to more articulately describe harrison's psychology in BB except for... that

The idea of "I'm not the trophy you think I am" really is the thematic crux of this chapter. Harrison KNOWS he's not good enough for Jeremiah. He also knows he wasn't good enough for Lonan. Everyone's looking at him like he's a saint somehow--to Lonan he was, only mattering when he was long martyred. Jeremiah sees too much good in Harrison, good that Harrison doesn't see in himself. At moments, Harrison IS confident. He IS the trophy. But then there are those sobering moments when reality hits him and he knows he just isn't (SAD). It's why he creates 24kH because HE could be good enough (and the truth is, he still isn't).

Excerpts

Jeremiah greets Harrison at the door lol:

Jeremiah might be the only man alive who’d open the door for someone as soggy as Harrison.

He’s shirtless and damp from the shower, a green toothbrush lodged against his gums. His heathered sweats drape low on his waist, bronze skin varnished with moisturizer. And Harrison likes this—a man mid nighttime routine—but what he likes more is how unstartled Jeremiah is when he grabs him by the hips and kisses him so hard, bristles jolt against his tongue. What’s he looking for in another man’s mouth—heavens, gods, a prayer? Fuck if he knows. What matters are Jeremiah’s chiclet teeth, Jeremiah’s healthy gums, the way in one gulp, they all become Harrison’s. And this is what normal is, yeah—Jeremiah a minty man ensconced by a bare tungsten bulb, Harrison his midnight lover, both of them in need of the other simply because they are here, alive, men.

Jeremiah gives Harrison whiplash lmao show him king!!!:

But in one dizzy breath, they’re separated, and the thought is gone as quickly as Jeremiah who slinks through his apartment like an unbothered shorthair, telling Harrison to lock the front door, to follow him to the bathroom.

Harrison’s ears buzz. He stares at the living room, wipes his mouth of foam, his lips tingling with menthol. Jeremiah hosted a party earlier. A game of parcheesi scattered on the coffee table, the kitchen sink teetering with mismatched cups, saucers. Cigarette butts pock a strawberry-shaped ashtray like seeds. Harrison salivates, tempted for a moment to filch around for one salvageable enough to relight. It’s only when Jeremiah calls his name that he shakes out of his stupor. But still, by the time he reaches the beaded bathroom door, he has to distract his mouth by digging his lips into the scalloped moulding.

Jeremiah crooks a brow at him in the mirror, then turns to the sink, spits. He’s gargling with mouthwash when he asks a question.

“What?” Harrison asks. His head hurts. Jeremiah would have a bottle of acetaminophen in his medicine cabinet, wouldn’t he?

Jeremiah holds up a hand as he swishes, rubbing at spats of toothpaste on the mirror with his wrist. He spits again. “You go swimming or something?”

Jeremiah is an ANGEL in the bathroom:

Jeremiah leans against the counter, haloed by one of three lightbulbs that isn’t blown out over the vanity. Harrison offered to replace them a week ago and still hasn’t done it, perhaps because the low light is more inviting, the way it cups Jeremiah like mist. Though maybe any lighting would be inviting to Harrison when he’s like this—in such high need of ravaging something.

Jeremiah wets his lips, glancing away with a mute smile before he looks right back. “Or is the rain really bad?” Harrison takes a step forward, and then another, another. Suzanna could be looking for him, calling everyone she knows in this city to help bring her son home. She won’t sleep tonight, and Harrison won’t either but for different reasons. In front of him, Jeremiah is as sunny as he is unaware, his curls plump around his ears, a man Harrison would like to undo with one look—to make beg, like gods make their believers do.

Lonan Clark behaviour:

“You’re like a wet dog,” says Jeremiah. A breath wheezes in his chest.

Harrison looks up at him. From this angle, bowed against another man’s body, he could look like a believer in supplication. Please go gently. Please spare my life. “Thank you.”

CUTE Haremiah interrupted by Harrison's terrible timing:

Now Jeremiah nuzzles into his ribs. He smells like soap and orange rinds, his tattooed skin downy under Harrison’s callused fingertips. He traces an empty fishbowl on Jeremiah’s arm with his pinkie, a half-finished anatomical heart with his thumb, a wobbly dandelion with his ring finger, the cherub guarding his elbow with his index. I love you, he could say. They’ve known each other for two weeks, hung out less than ten times, spent most of their time examining each other’s hands. But this could be love, right? Jeremiah’s made him breakfast every night he’s stayed over—peach French toast, hot muesli, black coffee. Every time they watch film noir on Jeremiah’s two-seater, they simply find each other’s hair and twirl, sometimes meet each other’s mouths and hover there, these clement weekend lovers.

“You got any painkillers?” Harrison asks.

Jeremiah jerks against his skin, his nose knocking into Harrison’s shoulder blade. He hikes onto his elbow, brows furrowed like he’s about to say something when his eyes narrow on Harrison’s finger.

“You’re wearing my ring,” he says, leaning toward Harrison’s hand for a better look.

“Am I?”

If I were Harrison I would simply just forget about Lonan because JEREMIAH???

Jeremiah should paint his room sage. The cherrywood picture frames warrant it. In the corner, a gold mirror flares like Jesus’ spoked halo. Two crinkled issues of the New York Times on the vanity, an ivory sheepskin throw collapsed in the corner. Jeremiah exists here mid-motion—the condom wrappers on the hardwood leading to the mattress like Hansel’s pebbles, sunglasses spoked in a magazine rack, a used cotton ball stained with black nail polish on the windowsill. Harrison absorbs it all on his back like rapidly flattening dough. He could be part of this room, too. Last Monday, Jeremiah suggested he move in. “You can sleep in the bathtub,” he joked, but kissed the back of Harrison’s neck. He’d smelled bright like the leather polish he’d buffed onto his bomber jacket. “Or elsewhere.”

Jeremiah as a trophy & LMFAO tYLeNoL???

Now, Harrison weakly reaches for Jeremiah’s hair, winds a curl around his finger. Jeremiah is soft like brioche and as dazzling as a mirror ball. And what’s the difference between worshipping him and Jesus if they are both men? At least Jeremiah is here, a trophy in front of him.

“Tylenol?” he whispers.

Cont'd:

Jeremiah places a hand on Harrison’s face. In his eyes, Harrison is insufficient, an edge of a man. Perhaps it’s the headache or Jeremiah’s gentle concern, but after a moment, the feeling is so unbearable that he pulls away and buries his face in the pillow. The mattress springs when Jeremiah rises, and for a moment, Harrison feels suspended in air like a crucified Jesus above the altar. He doesn’t have a face, a body, a heart. He is just dust.

Harrison wants to be a spider so he can finally be a homeowner?? ok same:

He slumps back onto the bed, analyzing the popcorn ceiling when Jeremiah climbs in next to him. He slings an arm around Harrison’s bare shoulders, and they pass the joint back and forth, its scent rich like oregano. The smoke is delicate as a dissipating spider’s web, pale and gauzy like a curtain in morning light. As Harrison smokes, he imagines what it might be like to be an arachnid—the many homes he could make.

Harrison really knows how to ruin a moment pt. 5 bajillion:

There’s a damp spot on the ceiling that’s only visible when car headlights skirt past the building. Harrison’s meant to ask about it, but what would be the point now? It’s not like he could fix it—and if Jeremiah doesn’t look at the right time, he’ll never notice. “You didn’t invite me,” Harrison says.

Jeremiah jumps. From here, he’s a mere lump under the covers, the only physical evidence of him his warm breaths on Harrison’s stomach. “What?” he asks.

Harrison twists the joint, puffs. His tongue feels bloated like his jacket. “To your party.”

A pause. When Jeremiah next speaks, his voice is muffled by the sheets. “I didn’t think that was your scene.” He rests his cheek on Harrison’s sternum, and he’s heavy like the jacket too. “You know. Crowds.”

“What made you think that?”

Jeremiah burrows out from the duvet. Harrison knows he’s trying to look at him, but he’s caught up in the ceiling again, the way that patch ebbs like a candle’s flame. “You’re…”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Jeremiah says, crossing his legs. “Meek.”

Harrison wants to laugh—meek like a lamb, a poplar, a monotonous prairie, a man’s whispered okay, a frail river, a piano’s high C played over and over and over and over and over again—but what comes out instead is a whimper. Jeremiah cups his face again, says something about good things, compliments, the power in mildness. He smells like baby powder now, plumeria—and why is that? He’s a man forever in change even in the simplest of ways, thriving in his evolution. Harrison’s favourite colour has been the same since he was four.

He holds Jeremiah’s jaw to shut him up. His eyes are flecked with topaz today, sienna tomorrow. If Harrison could touch God tonight. If Harrison could believe in something for just a minute.

“Make me feral,” he whispers.

COWBOY HAT??

Jeremiah starts with a new jacket. He’s made it clear that Harrison can’t go clubbing soaking wet, so they rifle through his closet and land on a fur coat that was last dry-cleaned months ago. It’s knee-length, the sleeves wide catacombs, the taupe fur brindled like Eliza’s tortoise-shell ring. Lonan’s ring, technically. In front of his standing mirror, Jeremiah unearths it from the garment bag like it’s a body, holds the hanger in front of Harrison so the fabric drapes off his chest.

“You like it?” asks Jeremiah, cheek pressed to Harrison’s shoulder blade. He’s laid out a tasseled button-up for himself that glitters like hematite in the light, and he’ll dazzle in it, of course—Jeremiah is built for this, the sharpened eyeliners on the bathroom counter, the dented cans of hair mousse, the nail file on the dresser, the ridged perfume atomizer he’ll mist himself with a moment before they leave the apartment. He is sleek beauty, a marbleized man ready to be polished, adored.

And what is Harrison, then? With the fur coat cinched against his body, he could be polished, too, couldn’t he? Sure, he isn’t a gilded icon, but maybe he sees Jesus in his face right now because he has the potential to be, or because at their cores, they’re both sad men. His hair doesn’t have to look like Suzanna’s, but instead like the young bark of cinnamon. And his eyes—they’re not his father’s but his own, an unmarred pool of teal. Maybe he’s a little rough where he should be suave, but that’s hot nowadays, isn’t it? Besides, if Jeremiah sees something angelic in that mirror, then yeah, Harrison could see it too. Forget his cryptic mouth, his hair that’s too long as Suzanna pointed out, his eyes and the way they’re wounded, not like a deer’s in headlights but like a deer’s in death. Forget the scar across his forehead, the way another man’s hands used to touch it not like it was lightning but a pathway to some better place. Sure, Harrison’s no Christ, no Jacob, no God—but why should he be? He’s here under the tungsten bite of Jeremiah’s chandelier, a man in shameless excess, eyes more spangled than this country’s flag. And he could stay here, couldn’t he? He could enjoy staring at himself, not like he’s bronze but like he’s pure gold.

Cont'd (this is so sad LOL):

He straightens, adjusts the fur on his shoulder. In truth, he looks too much like his mother, stands too much like his father, stares too much like Lonan. His hands aren’t soft. He’s got split ends. At best he smells like cigarette smoke, car exhaust, chlorine. But what does Jeremiah see? Maybe someone loveable yeah, maybe someone to cry over. For a moment, Harrison worries the answer is nothing at all.

And then a nose nudges against the back of his neck, Jeremiah muttering about Madonna’s new album, buying new razors, growing his own marijuana. In minutes, they’ll be dancing until the room spirals or until they’re extensions of the other, whichever comes first. And Harrison will love it all because he loves everything about his life—this new jacket, this new man, this face that isn’t a reminder of who used to look at it, this muggy room, this mirror like a portal he could almost step through, this breakthrough because he’s gold. He’s gold.

Harrison steps away from the mirror, presses a hand against his eyeball. He’s going to need another Tylenol. An Ibuprofen for the hell of it. What if Jacob never dreamt of God, made the whole story up? What if Jacob just wanted to run away with his livestock? Harrison could use livestock.

He turns to Jeremiah. “You got a cowboy hat?” he asks.

Harrison making out with himself because that's a normal thing to do:

Funnily, Jeremiah does have a cowboy hat. It’s aptly doused in cow-print, smells like plastic and mulch. In the bathroom, Harrison adjusts its stampede strings around his chin.

He leans against the counter, pressing his thumbs to his cheeks. He pulls at his eye sockets, his skin giving like a tablecloth twisted under the heave of roasted turkey. His eyes are rimmed in scarlet—how many times has he seen Suzanna with these eyes, and do her eyes look like this now? She’s probably looking for him, calling his name out in the night like it’s a prayer she knows won’t be answered. Would he take himself to bed like this? In thirty more minutes when he guzzles a vodka soda, his answer will be absolutely.

Harrison, he mouths to himself in the mirror. The bathroom is filmy or maybe it’s him—he’s in chrysalis, bloated in his own becoming or suffocation or whatever the fuck. The thing is, he doesn’t need a god and might be a king, but he’s also a man with a pounding headache. He tries again, his mouth shifty like cornmeal, like ash: Harrison. What do kings do when they get migraines? Buy a donut? Eat a saint? His eye sockets are vacant, his cuticles spinning into one another, hair sentient from the pool. Harrison. The walls smell like Jeremiah’s hair gel, Jeremiah’s fingerprints, Jeremiah’s latest cologne. In a minute, the paint could start peeling and Harrison could pick up the chips, tack them to his jaw like they’re gold stars or little HELLO my name is stickers. HELLO my name is, HELLO my name is, HELLO my name is. Harrison. Harrison. Harrison. He kneads his cheeks like he’s sourdough, pinches his eyebrows, goes: Harrison, sticks his fist in his mouth tries again—Harrison. Jeremiah knocks on the door, says something about leaving soon, a friend waiting on them.

Harrison sinks onto his elbows, hovering closer to his reflection. If he were another man, he’d kiss himself, right? Without a thought, he does, mouth glugging against the mirror. He doesn’t need any touch but his own—not Jeremiah’s, not Lonan’s. He’s a man in love with himself, right? He’s a good dancer, never burns pancakes, isn’t afraid of spiders. What’s not to like? When he pulls back, panting, his eyes are watery and he needs a drink now, a god to abandon, a lake to drown in, a coastline to paint, a mother to cry into, a Bible to burn, a guitar string to snap, a dragon tree to kill, a father to remember, a prayer to scream, a place to close his eyes and sleep forever.

He grabs Jeremiah’s eyelash curler off the counter, crimps his lashes so hard he pinches his skin. He doesn’t care. He’s yanking open cupboards and pulling out an eyeshadow palette, smearing silver pigment onto his eyelids, under them. He’s raking a wand of black mascara through his lashes like he’s the grass buried under leaves—like this is the only way to reveal himself. And maybe this is the way, spritzing himself in Jeremiah’s vetiver or orange rinds or baby powder. Harrison. He wants to punch his nose until he bleeds. He wants to kiss himself again.

0 to 100 all the way back to 0 babe:

Harrison meets his eyes in the mirror. Is he an animal? He must be something feral, starved of something and ravaged by that hunger. He could touch himself right here. Or not. He’s barely a man, staring at his face not like it’s his, but like it’s someone else’s. And how tired he is of that. Being a shadow.

He is the MOMENT:

Before he exits the bathroom, he studies his sterling reflection. He’s not who he once was. No Christ, no Jacob, no Jeremiah. And he shouldn’t be. Because he’s twenty-four karat, twinkling, not just otherworldly, unforgiving, untouchable, not just a god or a man—but a trophy at last.

Biyu puts Harrison in his place lmaoo:

By the time they cab to the club, Harrison’s so high he can nearly taste the neon lights. As they slot through the front door with other partygoers like flocking geese, he blinks at the rush of it all—the women comparing press-on nails by the coat-check, the men wearing vinyl and leather and glitter, drenched in cologne and sweat.

“You’re late,” comes a voice which should be familiar to Harrison, but under the thump of bodies, sounds as generic as a bag of baby carrots.

“Fashionably late,” says Jeremiah, his arm slung around Harrison’s furred shoulders. He pulls him close, toward the person, the woman, smells like sea salt, iron, a new set of rings flaring in the blue spotlights. “You remember Harrison?”

As if on cue, Harrison lifts his eyes to Biyu’s, Jeremiah’s friend from the restaurant. Tonight, she wears a gold cowlneck dress, her lipstick the colour of rust. And something’s different about her hair—the sides of her bob shaved, which is more of a relief than he’d like to admit. She’d looked alarmingly like Reeve when they’d met, moved like her, sounded like her. Maybe he’s too high to see it now, but what does it matter—a win is a win.

Harrison tips his hat, already searching for the bar.

“The quiet one,” Biyu says.

His eyes snap back to her. Her pupils are large disks, and if he squints, almost look like they’re pulsating. “What?”

“You were quiet,” she repeats.

Don't Cha!! ft. this:

Harrison dances because he knows exactly how to. To thready vocals, he lulls his arms through the air, drags his palm down Jeremiah’s chest when an electro version of Like a Virgin comes on. On the lighted dance floor he’s nothing but rattling limbs, inelegant turns, raunchy dips. Shifting atop his head: the cowboy hat. In his hand: a vodka soda topped with a maraschino cherry. Through half of Don’t Cha, he holds the red cocktail sword between his teeth like it’s a rose, nudges it against Jeremiah’s lip as they kiss, break apart, kiss again.

“Do you think I’m quiet?” he asks between a spin, his head unspooling like a cylinder of thread. The clang of drums spikes up his throat—soon, he’ll need a refill on the drink. More weed. A crucifix to snap.

Jeremiah twirls under Harrison’s arm, a magnetic man in his tourmaline glister. He could follow any man in this club home tonight with his silver nails, his exposed collarbone. “Kiss me again,” he says, sweating, his fingers hard around Harrison’s shoulders—half from his grip, half from his rings.

Jeremiah is really too patient:

This is what he needs, a consideration of fruit and the man in front of him, all svelte limbs, acidic mouth, sharp eyeliner. As he ducks to In Da Club and shimmies to Waiting for Tonight, he digs a palm into Jeremiah’s cheek—he’s solid like limestone, burnished as bronze, his eyes amber portals like a patch of quicksand.

“Did you tell Biyu about me?” Harrison asks. His head pounds, the music too loud, swelling in his ears like an inflating airbag. He should go back to the bar now. They’ve got whiskey sours, gibsons, margaritas. If he flutters his eyelashes long enough at the bartender, maybe he’ll get a little more than a free drink—that’s fine too. Kelly Clarkson sings about praying, breaking, and he could do both in the hands of someone who smells like blood oranges, tastes like Bible paper, stares like Jesus the moment before he performs a miracle, couldn’t he?

“Focus on me,” Jeremiah says, guiding Harrison closer by the hips, so confident as his wooden Mary bracelet jolts with the movement because he’s here in this blinking room, dancing because he’s twenty-one just like Harrison, because he’s electric, alive, because he’s blinding like noonday sun, steady as a fountain cycling the same water over and over, because he’s unashamed in this brisk light, shocking like the zip of battery acid on a tongue. He doesn’t need to try, melds into the bleating crowd like he’s part of it, and he is. He smells like pomegranates, tastes like cherries the next time Harrison kisses him—Chapstick? Cocktail?—and tomorrow, he’ll rise early for a shift at Greta, slip on his navy uniform polo, his makeup untouched despite everything Harrison will do to him tonight because he’s faultless, not quiet, hair precariously puffed, nails buffed to a glassy sheen. He and Biyu might catch breakfast at dawn, bond over their glittery eyelids, their intrinsic closeness, wonder over poached eggs if he’s worth it—graceless Harrison in this cowboy hat and smudged makeup, his jacket cuffs soaked with vodka soda, his head lolling to the insistent voice of Justin Timberlake.

“Biyu thinks I’m quiet,” Harrison says, knocking back the rest of his drink, his neck cracking. He wants to scratch off his face, replace it with someone else’s. “You think I’m meek. So what is it? Do I need to get a tattoo or something?”

Jeremiah glances around the club, his irises starred by a spotlight. What does he see when he looks out at the crowd? Perhaps he recognizes half of these people—from the way he ordered at the bar to the way he slunk so easily onto the dance floor, Harrison assumes he’s been here before. And maybe it’s not just that he recognizes everyone else on the floor, but that they recognize him in return.

Cont'd but with a lot more mouths:

“Did you hear what I said?” Harrison asks.

Jeremiah’s eyes snap back to his, except there’s something hazy there, something tired. “What would a tattoo do for you?”

“I don’t know. Edge? I just think I could—”

And then Jeremiah’s turned away again, right into the arms of someone else—a tanned man with a dense mustache and olive eyes, the man going, “It’s been too long,” and Jeremiah going “It’s been too long,” their grins calcium white, flashing in Harrison’s face. He throws a hand up to his eyes, squints when a second later, the man pulls a woman toward Jeremiah, her hair cropped low and cotton candy pink. She kisses his cheek, says he looks ravishing, he looks like a comet on its way to ignite planet earth, and they’re all holding each other now, friends bopping to Gwen Stefani, admiring each other’s bracelets, thumbs, friends curving toward each other’s ears, kissing each other’s cheeks, each other’s mouths.

Harrison blinks because how many hands do they have now? Every second they seem to multiply—pink hair girl with four, Jeremiah with six. One’s tongue the other’s. Their fingertips fusing. The club fritzes around them like it’s confetti, the lights rippling into a Christmas bow and now there’s a redheaded man running his nose along Jeremiah’s neck, down Jeremiah’s shoulder, wrist, hand. Harrison had just done that back in his apartment, pinned chest-to-chest against him like a monarch fastened to a spreading board, and here Jeremiah is now, enmeshed in touch, in adoration because he should be adored—the men congregating around him now have their priorities straight. If they all got on their knees at Jeremiah’s feet, Harrison would understand. They aren’t exclusive, don’t even know each other’s last names, and besides, how can Jeremiah help how everyone magnetizes around him? Harrison can’t blame them. Jeremiah is illusory under the disco ball’s speckled light, his throat long, biteable, his eyes syrupy in his high. A woman takes him by the shoulder, but not just any woman—Biyu, and her eyes are pinched, analyzing, because she’s looking at Harrison, her glossy crimson nails on Jeremiah’s cheek, and she’s kissing him too now, her body joining the cluster, and it’s good, the way they all roll limbs to synth, the way they turn into each other’s faces and kiss, kiss, kiss. The music clangs, their mouths full of spit. The DJ says to hold your partners close, and they don’t have to. They are not simply together, not simply in chrysalis, but osmosed in their becoming.

Cont'd (GIANT sentence - CW: self harm)

A hand on Harrison’s elbow. He flinches and is surprised to see it’s Jeremiah who’s touched him. How did he get here so fast? Harrison expects a trail of blurry bodies to follow him, but where did everyone go? They’ve dashed from the club like embers scattering from a dulled fire, nowhere to be seen but dangerous anyway and weren’t they all just over there, under there, and are they lonely on the ceiling and how do they plan to get down and is it too loud in here and why is no one using their indoor voices and should he cover his ears and where is his mother now and how did Mary say I love you and did she ever dream of fleeing to Hollywood or speeding down the I-40 or telling Gabriel no and why does everyone worship a god who demands and calls it creation and what’s his name again—Harrison?—and when did his hands sprout from child to whatever he is now and should he dye his hair red, cut his wrists again and is it possible to be young and happy about it and is he still dancing, he’s still dancing, dancing, dancing, dancing, and someone’s complimenting his silver eyelids and would he like them to touch him gently and is it hot in here to anyone else and does he taste blood or the ocean and is this what it feels like to die in holy light and Jeremiah’s right in front of him, unkissed, still as dark water, as Lonan in the night, and now he’s holding Harrison’s face, his rings cool against his skin, and he’s kissing him too, tastes like spearmint and chocolate lip gloss, rum and Coke, rusted metal—the mouths of everyone in this room and this isn’t so bad, how their bodies net into each other, how in one breath, Harrison’s teeth clack against Jeremiah’s, and in the next, clack against another man’s and then another’s, his stubble rough, mouth sour, a chandelier earring flailing against his cheek, and then through his ear, his hands wound into cinnamon hair and he could be kissing himself and maybe he is and doesn’t he want that, the floor gelid, the music like cotton wool, their pelvises threaded, the walls caving, their mouths locked, the floor lava, the room too bright, his headache like an earthquake, two pairs of hands rattling to the beat of this bursting room one moment, then clutched together as they follow each other to a dim bathroom.

This section was inspired by @dallonwrites' lyrics in narrative post!!! also soft Felix cameo <3

The room is electric purple, smells like grapes, sweat, flexes under Harrison’s shoes like a sandcastle collapsing, like a sinkhole swallowing a house. Bodies weave across the floor, someone lighting a joint in the corner, someone reciting Sylvia Plath into a paper bag, going, the happening of this happening, going, the earth turns now.

Harrison’s head pounds—he should’ve brought a blister pack of acetaminophen because at least then he’d have something to punch, or he should’ve punched out his own eye by now, disappeared with another man who isn’t Jeremiah and didn’t he try, and where is the man with cinnamon hair now? Harrison turns to look for him, but the room ripples with his movement, shirring in staccato clacks around him like a shaken rice maraca. He’d hoped he’d write his number on a man’s wrist tonight even though he doesn’t have a cell phone—he’d hoped he’d go home with someone who shouts the lyrics to Madonna’s Everybody in twilight’s stillness, a man who’d let the DJ shake him, a man who’d let the music take him. And he could do all of that with Jeremiah—Jeremiah who probably did those things at the party Harrison wasn’t invited to, Jeremiah who knows how to pass off frozen spanakopita as homemade because he’s a good host, Jeremiah who knows how to kick people out of his apartment with kindness, Jeremiah who’s built to be kissed, to be loved. And where is he now? In the artificial light, Harrison hunts for him too—but he’s not in the unhinging bathroom stalls, not in the teal grout, the running sinks, and maybe he never existed at all, missing like Jesus in the tomb—body gone, body gone, body gone.

Cont'd BODY BACK BODY BACK BODY BACK:

Harrison rubs his eyes. His ears still ring from the clatter outside, and he stands at the bathroom’s entrance like a child who’s lost his mother in the mall. Should he sit down? A group of girls form a ring on the floor, chant about Leos, Britney, men. Someone shuffles in past him, knocks into his shoulder by accident, apologizes over and over, their hands clutched against his face—I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.

He yanks away. Don’t touch me, he wants to say, I don’t want to be touched ever again, but by the time he’s located his mouth, his eyes pulsing to a hi-hat, his nose burning on a cloud of cherry smoke, the person’s gone too. He presses his fingers to his eyes, wishes for a soft bed, a place to land, but then he’s rocking forward, right into someone else.

At first, they just stare at each other. The man’s got the same look in his eye—something gilt, something feral, an identical fear in his mouth. Harrison blinks hard, and the man does too—not a man, actually, but his own reflection.

He approaches the mirror, jolts at the way he touches himself—more carefully than he’s ever been touched before. Who are you? he wants to say. He’d like to leave this place now, the club, Las Vegas, the earth. He’d like to buy himself a pet tarantula, run off a cliffside, eat a tub of ice cream with his bare hands. Why did he come here again? His mind is so quiet. This could be peace. But who is he? In Jeremiah’s bathroom he knew, but now there’s this stranger ahead of him, the person who must be him—someone’s chandelier earring grazing his jaw, the cowboy hat lopsided, mascara running down his cheeks even though he hasn’t cried. Where did you go? he mouths, but he knows. He’s disappeared also like Jesus in the tomb, his limbs vanishing one by one, his skin melting off his hands—body gone, body gone, body gone. He grabs his cheeks, panicked because he’s on fire, gold tossed into the crucible. He’s going to burn to ash. He’s going to need a burial soon. His face has been stolen, his breastbone and knuckles too. A month ago, someone spat him into a basket like his body was ripe for the offertory—body gone, body gone, body gone.

“Back,” Harrison says, nose grazing the spattered mirror. His chest swells, and maybe he is burning, and maybe he’s right here, hidden somewhere in the pinprick of his reflection. “Back,” he repeats. He isn’t thoughtful. He isn’t profound. Maybe that’s fine. He squeezes his tear-duct, sticks out his tongue. He’ll die eventually, let his body disappear, but not right now. “Body back, body back, body back.”

Cont'd ft. Harry-something (CW: mild violence):

“I know you.”

Harrison whips around. In front of him stands a redheaded man—the same redhead who’d held Jeremiah close on the dance floor, trailed his oily nose along his neck. He wears a pair of browline sunglasses, a black vinyl vest draped with silver chains. He holds a clove, its smoke clouding the ruby pinging off his ring finger, his mouth ghosted with what looks like red lipstick.

“What?” Harrison says, jumping when the bathroom door clangs open and in come two more women. He lifts his fingers to his mouth, pulls up a hangnail until it stings.

“I saw you out there,” says the man, taking a puff of his cigarette. “Harry-something?” He looks like a scarlet ibis, strangely translucent. “JJ’s friend.”

Harrison digs his fingertips into his eye socket. His head feels like it’s been cleaved with an axe. “Harrison.”

Redhead smiles, blows smoke into Harrison’s face. “What’d you say?”

“My name is Harrison.”

“I’m Perry,” he says, and Harrison wouldn’t give a fuck if his name was Matt Dillon or Rob Lowe or Nash Baker because he’s blowing smoke into his face again, his clove flailing like a dislocated finger. He gestures to Harrison’s outfit, nodding. “You’re like a one man show.”

Harrison covers his eyes. Maybe he can find a dark hole in this club to dive into, somewhere no one will find him again. “What does that mean?”

Perry’s smile falters momentarily, but then it’s back, all teeth, no lips. “You’ve got this flair. You ever been told that? Weird, but good, it’s—”

The second he purses his lips to blow out more smoke, Harrison grabs him by the throat, pulls him so close he can see a constellation of blackheads on his chin, feel his heart hammering.

Perry yelps, nearly losing his hold on the clove altogether.

Harrison arcs his jaw around his ear. He smells like orchids, freshwater. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Cont'd - Harrison is weird :)

Perry laughs, the sound strangled beneath Harrison’s grip. Smoke fumbles out of his mouth like worms. He really does look like a bird, which in this case, isn’t a good thing. “Noted.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“You have a hand around my throat.”

“That’s not an answer.”

Well, I'll leave it there lmao!!! Sorry I subjected you to this man, but hope you enjoyed this gigantic update!

FIN. MAGNUM OPUS COMPLETE!

See you soon!

Rachel

#writeblr #writing #amwriting #writerblr #writingupdates #ohhhh harrison #this was so hard to write because of all his bad decisions but also SO FUN FOR THE SAME REASON #PLS TELL ME WHAT U THINK IT'S BEEN ME AND THIS CHAPTER FOR A MONTH ALONE I NEED VALIDATION <3 #next chapter perry gets his moped STOLEN (I wonder by who...)#bodyback

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silversatin2105 · 5 months

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uh- i feel embarrassed to ask but- can you do a match-up?? kinda interested i am straight pronounce She/Her Age: 15/16 Personality: i like taking care of kids, i can be very picky depending on the day, i like baking and cooking, i like cats, especially black munchkin cats, i draw, make bio's for my oc's, you'd see me everyday at least drawing 3 drawings full to the brim, i love plushies, i can be extremely jealous, but i don't get angry or make any outbursts, i'm very affectionate but very shy to show any, i care for my family and i'd cook with my mom, can be very childish, i like to go out and maybe do some shopping, i love LOVE playing volleyball and going tot he pool, my favorite food to make is spaghetti squid, which is just like normal spaghetti but there are slices of sausage in a form of a squid, i love to watch anime on quiet days or when i'm bored, mainly like to watch 90's anime or jut old anime's like Ohshc and HxH and sakura the cardcaptor, stuff like that, on a daily basis you'd find me listening to music, i like pop, rock and indie music, my favorite artists are laufey, beabadoobee, lyn lapid and Grentperez, and grimes, on negative days, i look in the mirror a lot and look at every flaw, but i mainly drown myself in music until i feel better, and after i start romanticizing flaws in my appearance and if i still don't like it i ask if i am pretty to be reassured, i love extreme tempurature's mainly the cold, i'm delulu and a hopeless romantic Style: i love long skirt's also because i've worn them since i was young and never worn pants nor to plan to, not due to insecurity but jsut because its uncomfortable for me-, i love oversized jackets, i like to wear puff-sleeves, really just like lady-like stuff, cottagecore. royaltycore, ligh/dark academia styles, i have straight black hair that reaches to my back, i have very faint freckles and a dot on the right side of my face next to my eye, i'm a light bold peach color on the lighter side, i'm half mexican and i like flower patterns, i LOVE LOVE sweet scents like strawberry and vanilla scent's all the sweet fruity scents, i love matching outfits that match the seasons, i love lacy socks and dresses smol traits i have or do: when i meet new poeple to stars a conversation to lighten a mood or say something funny i say "so how are your taxes going" because it'd be funny to ask it out of no where, when i like someone i'd be looking at them, or asking about they're family to get to know them and i'd be very awkward tot he point, i fi get a chance to talk i'd talk a lot and them stop and it'd be dead quiet awkward, if i see a motorcycle i'd look to the side of the bike and see which brand it is, i LOVE sports cars, i want to get one:)) i admire design, and plan to be an architecture a landscape designer and an interior designer, i love sleep over's anyone who is a true friend, i'd cherish and i'd buy gift's for them out of nowhere (got betrayed by their ex-bestfriend and is still coping since it happened the ending of the year before) gets excited when mention going camping i hope i did well, this is my first time doing this kind of thing on a personal level:)) you don't have to do this request,t hank you for your time!!

Sorry for the delayed response, I had to think on this one deeply and as a result I fell into procrastinating but anyway lets get into the match up

Your Match is

Takashi Mitsuya:

He and you share the trait taking care of children as he looks after his siblings, I could imagine you helping him make the evening meal at some points during the week

Your love of plushes would lead to him from time to time sewing you cat shaped plushes especially after seeing you bothered by something.

He would assure you that you are perfect in your own way by reminding you to stay true to yourself

Your varied clothing styles such as cottagecore, royaltlycore exc leads him into many nights of creativity as he would make sure you had custom outfits that echoed your personality, He even looked into a way of incorporating your favourite scents into the outfits IE Strawberries and the like

He may be a member of a gang and that entails owning a motorcycle so it makes him happy that you automatically knew the brand of his bike.

Your aspirations of going into design align well and I could imagine you both running a shared pinterest mood board of his clothing designs and your interior decorating designs

In summary:

I have chosen Mitsuya for you on the grounds of you both being very creative, the fact that you are family oriented plays into this paring too as I could imagine you being like a sister to his siblings, I also imagine you helping out with evening meals.

I hope this result is to your liking

Toman Inquisitorial division member Silver

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#tokyo revengers #toman gang #tokyo manji gang #mitsuya takashi #takeshi mitsuya #written response #match up result #Toman-Inquisitorial-division

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The Dance - Comic Script

Stormblood - lvl 68

WolfBahn spar. Raubahn highly approves of Wolf's new outfit.

Wolfram Saga Comics (Chronological)

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number. A/B mean a frame is split.

For Context - THE Outfit

Zoomed out shot outside of Ala Ghiri. Raubahn is waiting with his back turned. Wolfram is walking towards him (in his dancer outfit). Narrator - “The Resistance has a bit of downtime after reaching Ala Ghiri. Wolfram invites his friend and former partner Raubahn for a sparring match.”

Close-up shot of Rau waiting, annoyed. Thought - ‘What’s taking him so long?’ Wolf, off frame - “Hey Rau! Sorry, I’m late. This took a while to get into.”

Wolf standing a few paces from Rau, wearing his Thavnairian dancer outfit. (It’s quite low but does fully cover his tattoo.) Smiles awkwardly - “I suppose the jewelry was unnecessary… but it came with the outfit so…” Dark Thought - ‘You look ridiculous.’

Raubahn stares in surprise, blushing - "T-that's… um… That’s quite an outfit, Wolf." Thought - ‘Seven hells…but why is he wearing it? Is it…for me? Surely he knows how I’d react…’

Wolf grins at Rau’s reaction and takes out his chakrams. Thought - ‘Heh, well he clearly thinks I look good.’ Dark Thought - ‘Or you’re misinterpreting his feelings again. Why are you even using your empathic abilities right now?’ Wolf says - "Aye, I found it at a Thavnairian import stall in Kugane. This allows a wide range of motion - so it’s perfect for combat."

Wolf shows off his chakrams, smiling - “Along with these chakrams! I was feeling a bit nostalgic - so I've been practicing the form of fighting my father taught me.” Dark Thought - ‘Since you can control your gift now - reading his emotions is a disgusting invasion of privacy.'

Rau smiles, still blushing - "I see… It looks very nice, Wolf. I’m glad you were able to find the weapons as well. So - what combat style did your father teach you, again?" Thought - ‘If it was truly nostalgia and he’s not flirting… perhaps I’m misinterpreting and this is simply friendship? He’s so confusing.’

Wolf grins confidently - "Dancing!" Rau laughs - "No, really."

Wolf smiles smugly - "Really. You'll see." Thought - 'I'm still not very graceful, but he'll be impressed as it appears he hasn’t seen this style before. ' Dark Thought - 'Why are you trying to impress him at all? This is pathetic.' Thought - ‘I’m just having a bit of fun. I know he doesn’t think of me romantically…but he still has eyes and I like flirting so what’s the harm? Ugh, why am I talking to you?!’

Rau grins - "Aye, I must admit - you have my curiosity." Thought - 'As long as he wears this outfit I don't care how he fights…'

Wolf grins and wields both chakrams - "Get ready. I won't hold back."

Rau chuckles and draws his blade - "Alright then, *dancer*. Do your worst."

Wolf starts dancing. Standard Step.

Close shot. Step 1 (yellow)

Close shot. Step 2 (green)

Zoomed out shot. Standard Finish.

Rau amazed /Wow. Thought - 'Godsdammit... he's beautiful.'

Rau’s eyes move to the left as a chakram flies by his head. Thought - 'Seven hells! I should be focusing on the fight, not leering!'

Rau bends backward, barely dodging the second chakram.

Wolf catches the chakrams as Rau starts charging toward him.

A) Wolf En Avant forward B) Wolf rushes past Rau.

Rau starts to turn as Wolf throws a chakram from behind him.

A) Rau brings his blade up in time to deflect it. B) Rau surprised. Thought - ‘He’s faster too!’

Wolf (both chakram in hand) uses displacement to create more distance as Rau brings his arm back down.

A) Wolf lands and starts Standard Step again. B) Rau stares longingly.

A) Rau looks determined. Thought - 'I can't let him distract me again. B) Far shot. Step 1 (red). Rau charging.

Close shot. Step 2 (blue).

Wolf Standard Finish as Rau is midair with his blade above his head.

Rau lands, his blade where Wolf just was as Wolf twirls around Raubahn to dodge.

Wolf standing behind Rau. Holding Rau's arm down with his right arm, his left hand holding a chakram to Rau's throat, grinning. Rau surprised. Eyeing the chakram in Wolf’s left hand. Thought - 'Did he… just *win*?!'

A) Rau flustered. Wolf drops his left hand, beaming - "I do believe I’ve just won my first duel against you!” B) Wolf ponders - “Unless…did you let me win again?" Thought - 'His cheek…is so… kissable right now…' Rau closing his eyes, embarrassed but still blushing.

Rau blushing turns his head, trying to look back at Wolf, beams - "Aye, that was a legitimate victory. Well done!" Thought - 'Now claim your prize… Damnit, why can’t he just acknowledge his feelings and make a move?!'

A) Rau smirks, still blushing, looking at the ground. Wolf steps back, surprised. Thought - 'Is he feeling… no way! I’d swear my Echo has been broken around him lately!' B) Wolf taunts - "Alright then - the usual rules! You owe me lunch! Suppose I’ll have to hold you to that after we liberate Ala Mhigo…" Rau sighs and smiles awkwardly, looking at the sky.

Wolfram Saga Comics (Chronological)

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #oc wolfram #hyur highlander #ffxiv oc #hyur #wolbahn #wolcomic #raubahn #raubahn aldynn #WolframSaga

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bokutosbiceps · 1 year

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HIII!! I hope your having a great day…! I saw you take matchups but I’m not sure if your requests ar woken or not but I think they are—? Forgive me if I’m wrong anyways but I’ll take a romantic matchup for Soul Eater, Bungo Stray Dogs and Fairy Tail please ^^

So small introduction..! My name is Joey, I use he/him pronouns, im transgender aromatic unlabeled and bisexual, i have autism and adhd(diagnosed), and im a cool person 😎/hj My personality: I am a ENTP and I’m extroverted but I am awkward at first when I meet someone new so it may take me some time to adjust to the new person before I emote freely, my enneagram is a 6(not sure if that’s important BUT ANYWAYS—!), i usually love to ramble about my Interests a lot or just how my day went, I also like texting a lot usually as well so I make jokes like “UwU”, “hai”, or “I’m homophobic” (Bro don’t take the homophobic part seriously 😭), and lastly I also like to make sexual jokes a lot lololol only if I’m REALLY close with someone

Appearance: I’m 5’6, I’m white skinned, I have brown (now more boyish) hair, brownish/hazel eyes, and I shave a rectangular body shape (I also gained some muscles so nkw I can squeeze ppl plus I’m more stronger xD), i also wear a shit load of styles—! Like goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, and nu goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, kogal and tsuyome), scenemo/emo and vkei ouji and lolita but!! i wear that stuff when I’m doing social media stuff, at home, school, malls, etc, but usually I also wear streetwear stuff like baggy pants and usually anime shirts or a regular shirt

Interests/hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, cosplaying, art(drawing, painting, pottery, digital art and more), cooking, fashion, making clothes of my own, making/listening to music(I’m a vocaloid producer hahahah—), science/history, shopping, writing, learning new languages likes Japanese and Spanish and more so on

Likes: cats, hajime hinata (danganronpa), a silent voice, albedo (genshin impact), lemon demon, felix kranken (twf), bread, musicals, sharks, christmas music/christmas in general, scp 3008 (roblox game), get a snack at 4am (roblox game), hotels, and my friends!

Dislikes: negative mentions of my voice, comparing me to people like “you remind me of ___”,hate talk about my interests or myself, drama between friends/family, loud noises(yelling, vacuuming, etc), and spiders

Thanks!

a/n: i'm so sorry if these suck. this is the first time i've written anything in like almost a year so i hope you enjoy them LOL

bungou stray dogs

I match you up with Edogawa Ranpo! You guys are two sides of the same coin which makes your relationship all the more fun and interesting! You guys would have tons of fun together either learning about new things and Ranpo loves to listen to whatever new music you make or inspect any new art you may create! Ranpo especially loves your fashion sense and is often envious of how you can figure out how to put a whole costume together. He would especially love your sexual jokes because he also loves to make lewd remarks with a smirk just to see someone flush in embarrassment. Honestly, chaotic power couple right here, the vibes are immaculate.

fairy tail

I match you up with Mirajane Strauss! Mirajane is super nurturing and extremely supportive of whatever you want to do, she’s your biggest fan! She also knows a thing or two about putting together different outfits (she’s got all these demon equip outfits that are awesome and I just love them so much) so you guys bond over your fashion sense and your interest in cosplaying. Lewd comments/jokes will make her blush ear to ear at first but after you guys get more comfortable with each other, she’ll be quick to fire some back and start a battle of who can make the dirtiest joke around ;) She also hates drama between her friends and family so that will never be an issue in your relationship, since she’ll do everything in her power to avoid any sort of drama between the two of you.

soul eater

I match you up with Crona Gorgon! You both are just the most precious little beans and need to be protected at all costs. Crona is interested in everything you do and admires your many talents; they think you are the coolest person ever. They look up to you in every way and often ask you to teach them how to do things. Right now, Crona is the most interested in the music that you make. Music makes them feel happy and warm, no matter what kind of music it is, and they think that it’s just the coolest that you can actually create a whole voice! Please be patient with Crona though, they will most likely take quite a while to warm up to you, but once they’re comfortable with you, they’re never leaving your side!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #edogawa ranpo #ranpo #fairy tail #mirajane #mirajane strauss #soul eater #crona #crona gorgon #match #match up

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*looks to both sides before handling you a suspicious looking card and a 5 dollar bill* Hii! I would love to have a matchup with txt if you're still doing them and not feeling too overwhelmed by them! I am 21, 1,60cm and have long curly hair (this thing is a nightmare at washtime, help me) and I like gaming, writing, drawing and reading a lot! I tend to be extroverted when first meeting someone but I quiet down a bit after a while, I'm an INFP after all! I'm very into giving gifts to the person I like and I tend to draw and craft stuff for them a lot, leave it somewhere where they can see and just vanish out of sight because I'm shy. I'm very romantic and sappy, so I like matching phone cases, matching clothes, matching wallpapers, matching video games skins - I'm also very affectionative but there are days where I just don't wanna cuddle and want a little of space bc I go into my dungeon of a room and just play games/read. Have a hard time talking about things that hurt me and have a bad habit of holding resentment and ignoring the other person bc I feel shitty :(

Thank you for request lovely! 💙

I ship you with…

Kang Taehyun!

Song recommendation: At My Worst - Pink Sweat$ (feat. Kehlani)

- Thinks you’re so cute!! Loves your curly hair too :)

- When first meeting you, he loves how outgoing and welcoming you are when first meeting! It makes him feel comfortable and I think he immediately catches feelings for you

- LOVES gaming with you, like you guys could be playing a certain game for hourssss if y’all wanted to!!

- When you draw him something his heart meltsss he thinks it’s so thoughtful of you and is literally looking for a frame to hang it up with 🤣

- And yk how you leave around little paintings and crafts for him? He does the same thing but with flowers or a new game for you, it’s so cute omg!!

- canon: you guys have a matching wallpaper and it’s absolutely adorable!!

- When you give him any gifts he finds it so sweet!! Loves how much you take care of him and makes sure to spoil you also!!

- As much as y’all are romantics, sometimes you both just need your own respective spaces, and that’s completely fine! Will send you little texts here and there reminding you how much he loves you and it’s just so adorable 🥹

- This man far exceeds expectations and will make sure not to hurt you in any way!!! When other things hurt your feelings though he will always be patient when you want to talk to him about it and he’s going to be there for you with open arms 100%

- But y’all would be the perfect pair fr whether it’s styling out in matching outfits or chilling playing video games you guys love eachother and get along SO freakin well!!

Thank you for your request But i hope you enjoyyyy sm!! 🤞🏼💝

#txt #txt ships #kpop #ithinkabouttzu #kang taehyun

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toxiccrybabymatureart · 2 years

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I posted 18 times in 2022

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This is Haeres, a demon lord of the shadows, having an affair with his servant Cresil (the one doing most of the seducing, Haeres usually is far too embarrassed to ever try seducing Cresil.)

Haeres is married to a lesbian demon lady named Hiroko, who only has eyes for her rather flirtatious servant Melros. The two agreed early on into their arranged marriage that this arrangement was for the best, having already asked their love interests first.

Context out of the way, here’s my demon lad rocking a new design, hopefully I can get into drawing them all more and sharing the art with you all.

Now I know you might be wondering, why is this marked as mature?

That’s because the story is, 80% smut and 20% plot so, yeah these Ocs are used for only the horniest of reasons and as such can only be shared on a mature blog.

8 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

Welcome to part 2 of my YB Art collection. Yes I’m posting this right after part 1, I have a lot of shit to post here and it’s my blog I do what I want.

Anyways here’s a redraw of a scene from the Your Boyfriend game.

Here’s some outfits I made for my interpretation of Y/N

See the full post

10 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

Late but MC and YB enjoying a sweet Valentine’s Day milkshake date together.

I started this like, weeks ago and just forgot to finish it so, my bad.

17 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

Highschool YB and MC.

Started as a doodle but then I got carried away.

22 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Here’s the man himself, the redesign I said I’d share.

He’s called Wybie, because Coraline was MC’s favorite movie in highschool.

He looks kinda like a scene kid I’m not sure how that happened but it’s fine because alt people are muah, chefs kiss, Easily the best fashion style, fight me.

So what’s the difference between this Peter and in game Peter?

Quite a few things. For example, Wybie actually respects aromantic and asexual people. Don’t get me wrong he’s still a weirdo he just, you know, doesn’t invalidate your sexual or romantic orientation. Same with lesbians, even official blog Peter was weird about lesbians. Wybie is not. Your a lesbian, he respects that, but he’s your best friend and you can’t have a partner with him in your life, obviously. That being said he’s still very much a “I’m the only person in your life, regardless of if we’re friends or lovers” kinda yandere, though he can be, helped to be less obsessive of that but it’s a long road.

He also would rather die than use any violence on you, at all. None. Your his beloved, after all, only scum hurts their partners.

He’s mindful of your consent, as well. You don’t consent to something he’s not gonna do it. Well, aside from obviously the stalking, maybe taking a few things you no longer want or need but, sexual wise, nothing is done without permission.

If you don’t like any of this that’s fine, I’m not shaming anyone for still liking Peter. I just personally don’t like the way the game is going and so spite fueled me to make a version for myself and anyone else who feels betrayed by the game. Others have done this better, like @y0ur-beta-b0yfriend who is phenomenal honestly. I just wanted to try my hand out making a yb design is all.

24 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

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Beautiful Sinner

Prologue: 1/2 Word Count: 7,808 Main Paring: Toko Fukawa x gen!neutral reader Summary: Upon coming into Hope's Peak Academy alongside a boy, you both encounter strange activities. Author note: This is a slow burn long-fic! Please keep in mind that the reader won't romantically converse with Toko at the very beginning! Next Part: Prologue 2/2

During your childhood, art was a big passion of yours.

You had a pretty good knack for drawing, hell at the age of 9 you were heavily skilled for your age. This didn't just mean you were good at doodling specifically; you knew how to paint, sculpt, and do digital pieces. Impressive for someone at that age.

You'd think your talent would be the Ultimate Artist, right?... sadly no.

Instead, you claimed the title of the Ultimate Hair Stylist.

How? Well... art was just a mere hobby according to your dad. He did agree you had a talent for art but, he was pushing you for your Ultimate to have some form of hair relation. He ran a popular hair salon in his area, and he wanted you to eventually run it by yourself when you were ready. Despite your possible artistic talent, he didn't care for it. You always argued with him on this, but it fell on deaf ears.

Before you obtained your current talent, your dad always taught you the proper hair products to use for certain hair types and when to use them. You weren't going to lie but taking care of your hair felt good. It wasn't a main interest of you at first but, it felt nice to get compliments for your healthy hair.

He took notice of this talent for hair styling, just like you were in art, you were very good at what you did. He made sure you were more than good, but rather perfect so you could one day get into Hope's Peak Academy. And surprise, you managed to get in.

After closing the salon one afternoon, your dad got a letter, except it wasn't for him it was for you. It was a letter from Hope's Peak Academy asking for your attendance. How could you say no? After all, if you manage to graduate, you're set for life!

If they scouted you personally, you clearly must be doing something right. You weren't the Ultimate Hair Stylist for nothing. Your knowledge on different hair textures and products guarantees your customers feeling satisfied with their new hair styles.

You contemplated on what outfit you should wear, but in the end, you figured you should go with your usual and more recognizable fit. It included a buttoned up short sleeved shirt with one side of the collar inside your shirt and the other side out messily. Along with a waist apron containing your basic hair tools such as scissors, combs, brushes, hair pins and a spray bottle. Followed by simple shorts, knee-high socks, and sneakers. Nothing too fancy but not to simple either, people will tell you in fact are THE Ultimate Hair Stylist.

Now, after years of working alongside your dad you stand before the school. You stand before a new chapter in your life. Before you took a step towards the gates, your thoughts were interrupted by a person.

"Ah! Wait a second!"

huh?

You turned around to see a boy jogging towards you with brown hair and hazel eyes dressed in a green and black sweatshirt, black jeans, and red shoes. He stopped right in front of you, trying to catch his breath. He gives you a friendly smile despite him panting like a dog.

You give him a confused smile. “Hello…?”

“You’re... the Ultimate Hair Stylist. right? Y/N L/N?” He manages to say while still attempting to catch his breath. You chuckle. “What gave it away?” You tease as you adjust your waist apron, containing the basic hair tools such as scissors, combs, brushes, hair pins and a mini blow dryer inside them. “Anyways, yes but I’m not taking any clients right now. Sorry.” You said, give him an apologetic smile. He puts up his hands. “Oh no! I didn’t mean that. I wanted to introduce myself I’m going here too.”

“Oh! Sorry! You must be one of the… reserve course students, right?”

His smile falters as he embarrassingly scratches his cheek. “Eh.. no. I’m an actual student here.” You hesitate to answer. “Oh. Sorry again hehe.. you just don’t look like someone I’d recognize to have an Ultimate.” You say, unknowingly sounding a bit ignorant. It did seem to bother the boy a little as he gave you a nervous chuckle before responding.

“Yeah... I understand that. I’m average.” He trails off before gathering himself. “Ah! I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Makoto Naegi!” He brings out his hand for me to shake, which I politely do so. “I would tell you who I am, but you seem to already know, Makoto.” I giggle. Makoto bashfully smiles. “Yeah, I hope that didn’t sound creepy, you’re pretty popular you know?”

“Oh most definitely. I don’t deny that. And hey, you didn’t tell me what your Ultimate was!” You point out. Makoto’s smile falters again. “Oh...right. It’s luck, that’s also ironically how I got in.”

“Oh really?” You playfully pat his shoulder. “You must be the luckiest person alive, yeah?”

Makoto laughs quietly at your lame joke. “Yeah, maybe.”

After a few minutes of conversation, you look at the gates of Hope’s Peak Academy, remembering why you came here in the first place. “So, Makoto... want to walk together inside with me? Might as well if you’re attending the school too.” You smile at him, and he gives you one back at you. “That would be nice.” With that, you both began to walk inside the gate and enter the main hall. You both took notice of how it was empty, it’s almost like we were the only two people in here.

Makoto looks towards the elegant clock in the corner, it showed 7:10 AM. “Man, were pretty early, aren’t we? The meeting starts at 8:00. I thought after talking to you for a bit the time would’ve passed faster but I guess not.” You said a bit disapprovingly as you crossed your arms. “I guess we were both wound up about our first day, I didn’t notice I came so early.” You shrugged. “I guess. We’ve got a whole 50 minutes to ourselves.” Makoto looks as if he got an idea. “Do you want to look around the school? Since were students here I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem. At least to pass time.”

“You know what, sure. I am curious to what else there is in this massive school.” He gives you a nod before beginning to walk alongside you further inside the main hallway…. Is what was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be taking the steps to your new life, your new future. As soon as you took that first step your vision began to blur, it began to twist into something unrecognizable. “Wha?! Mako… Makoto!... are you... do you feel…?!” You were unable to spew out the rest of your sentence before everything went black.

You thought you were brought to Hope’s Peak Academy because you were the Ultimate Hair Stylist, but rather you were brought to feel Ultimate Despair.

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“ugh…..ngh….what the hell..?”

You woke up with your head resting on top of a hard wooden desk. Your body feels heavy and sluggish, it felt as if you woke up from a nap that lasted hours. Wait this is very strange… where were you? You held your head up and started to look around. You seemed to be in a classroom but... when did you even get here? All you remember was taking a few steps inside the main hall of Hope’s Peak Academy with Makoto…. MAKOTO?! a hard realization hit your head like a brick.

“EH?! MAKOTO? WHERE ARE…..you?”

You quickly looked around and immediately spotted your new friend, Makoto, sleeping peacefully on the desk to the right of you. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, knowing that he was… okay... at least you hope so. You contemplated on even waking him up. He just looked so comfortable, and you didn’t want to disturb him… yet. For now, you decided to get up from your desk and investigate the classroom.

Your eyes catch the most noticeable thing in the room. The metal plates bolted onto where the windows normally are in a classroom. You walked up to one of the metal plates and knocked on it.

*Bang bang*

It felt extremely thick. Theres a low chance of that coming off for a good while. You found that odd, why was this even here? It’s like whoever put these here meant to prevent something from coming inside. But what?

Your eyes darted from the metal plates to the clock on the wall, which read 7:55. The meeting is at 8:00... which is in 5 minutes. There other students are probably already here by now, it’d be best to get out and see. But first…!

“ngh…what… where am I?” You turn your head to see Makoto groggily lifting his head from the desk A tiny puddle of drool can be seen on the desk along with a drool stain on his jacket sleeve. He spots you at the window. “Oh. Hey. I see you slept well.” You give him a small smile, obviously eyeing the drool coming from his mouth.

He notices this quickly wipes the salvia from his mouth with his sleeve with little blush forming on his face. He quickly composes himself afterwards. “Y/N! uh... when did you wake up? or well... how did we even get here...” He gets up from his desk and walks over towards you. A little wobbly no doubt because he had woken up a few moments ago.

“Honestly... I’m not sure how we got here.” You scratch your head confusingly. “The most logical explanation is someone knocked us out and brought us here but… why would they need to do that? I don’t get it.” The boy nods. “That can’t be it... why would anyone knock us out? Maybe we got to wound up and we passed out... then someone carried us here…?” You give him a look of uncertainty. “Doubt it. Very weird situation.”

The boy darts his eyes around the room curiously, doing his own investigation. He took notice of the large metal plates on the windows. He goes up to it and bangs against it.

“Odd... why would these need to be here?” He whispered to himself. Before you could respond he speaks up again. “It’s 8:00.” He states as he points towards the clock on the wall. “That means we’ve been here for an entire hour…the others should already here, we should probably head back to the main hall.” You just nod as a response.

With that, you and Makoto head into the hallway. You’re both greeted with a vibrant purple color on the walls and on the checkerboarded floor. It was an odd color choice. Makoto seemed to notice this and you both shared a look of distaste. “Who designed these the hallways? Jeez..” You said. This situation was getting stranger and stranger by the second.

You and Makoto headed straight ahead into the purple hall; two open doors caught your eye. That must be the main hall. “I think I found the main hall! This way!” You grab Makoto’s hand and begin to run but unintentionally drag him towards the open doors. “Ah! W-wait hold on!- “ His pleas went in one ear and straight through the other, the boy almost tripped a few times because of you.

By the time you two made it back to the main hall….. everyone was already there.

“Whoa, hey! More new kids?”

Before you could respond again, Makoto speaks up. “Huh? Then you guys are all…?”

“Yeah.. We’re all new here. Todays supposed to be our first day of class.”

“So counting them, that makes sixteen. Seems like a good cut off point, but I wonder if this is everyone...”

You couldn’t tell which voice was coming from who, you could only look as they stared at you and Makoto. Probably because you were just holding his hand like a kid... Anyways... these must be the Ultimate Students that had been hand-picked by the school itself. You thought there’d be way more than this considering it’s a school… maybe we are all in the same class together?

Makoto collected himself before speaking again. “um, how’s it going? My name-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you spoke.

“Hello! I’m Y/N, the Ultimate Hair Stylist!” You spoke up proudly, seemingly a bit too loud for the short haired hazel haired girl and the dark purple haired pigtailed girl as they flinched in response.

“…is Makoto Naegi….uh sorry we’re late. A bunch of stuff happened and then suddenly, we were just…asleep.” He states with a little irritation in his voice. You ignored that.

“Whoa, you too?” The boy with locs responded.

“Things just keep getting curiouser and curiouser…” Followed by the girl with large black drills. Those… seem fake. But you decided not to point it out as it would be indeed rude. “So strange… I declare beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is a strange situation indeed!” The nerd exclaimed.

“uh.. what are you guys talking about? We honestly have no idea what’s going on right now.”

“Just a moment! There’s something else we must address!” A boy with red eyes and dressed very formally spoke, a little loudly might you add. “um.. excuse me?” You and Makoto look towards the boy.

“Makoto! Y/N! Your tardiness is unacceptable! Surely you were aware the meeting was to start at 8 a.m. sharp!” You flinch at his volume. “To be late on your first day is unspeakable! I must report you, and you must accept your due punishment! I don’t know what you two were doing to be late but whatever it must be, it’s not acceptable!”

You were taken aback. What was this guy’s problem?

You scoffed at him. “Hey! Don’t point at us! We weren’t trying to late!...and what are you trying to insinuate!?” Makoto picked up on this and blushed lightly. “I-I’m sure that’s not what he meant!-“

“Everyone just calm down! Listen, why don’t we all go around and introduce ourselves?” The girl with a red jacket said happily.

“The hell!? Now’s no time for friggin’ introductions!” The boy with a pompadour exclaimed. “Maybe, but it may be good to at least find out who we all are before digging into the bigger problems here. I mean, how are we supposed to talk to each other if we do not know each other’s names?” You silently agreed.

“That’s a good point…” The hazel haired girl agreed as well.

“Okay, so let’s get introductions out of the way, then we can move on to whatever else. Sound good?” Stated the blue haired girl. You can imagine everyone else being just as lost as you.. so, this is a good place to start. You turned to look at Makoto.

“Hey, let’s meet up again after introducing ourselves to the others, okay? I’ll let you do your own thing for now.” You smile at him. He returns your smile. “Alright, that sounds good.” With that, you watch him walk over to the long blue haired girl almost immediately. Does he recognize her or something…?

Anyways you make your way to the first person you see, which just so happens to be that boy who called you and Makoto out on being late…Before you could say anything he starts to speak. “I’m Kiyotaka Ishimaru. I believe in bold simplicity! Let’s work together on our educational crusade! I am the Ultimate Moral Compass!”

Now that you’re closer to him, you should’ve known that he was the Ultimate Moral Compass just by observing his outfit. The white military-style uniform with the tall knee-high black lace-up boots screams strict. The red and bronze medal above his right chest was the cherry on top.

“I see. Nice to meet- “

“But anyway, you can call me Taka. You said your name was Y/N… the Ultimate Hair Stylist, right? What a lovely name and talent! You should thank your parents for giving you such an excellent name and helping you with your talent!”

“…How do you even know if- “

“And to keep that name from losing its value, you must devote yourself every single day...eh.. what are those around your waist?” He eyes your waist apron, containing your hair tools. “oh this? It’s my waist apron.”

“Not that! the tools inside it. Are those… scissors?”

You hesitated a response. “Uh… yes… along with combs, brushes, hair spray and a hair dry-“

“Your scissors…. are upside down!”

You give him a confused look before ultimately looking down towards your waist apron, he was right. The blades of your scissors were pointing right side up. “What…. Oh. They are.” That’s weird... you could’ve sworn you put them in there correctly before you left.

“That is dangerous! You can harm yourself or someone with those! Please fix it immediately!” He loudly spoke. You bite your lip to fight the urge to say something sarcastic, but you knew he was right. So, you decided to just suck it up.

“Right. I’ll fix that. Thanks Taka.” You give him one last small smile before leaving him. First impression of him. He’s really... intense and annoying! But... he seems alright for the most part.

Moving on from him, you spot that girl with the two long dark purple braids, round glasses and typical school uniform with a longer skirt compared to other uniforms. She looks at you but when you share eye contact, she looks away quickly. Probably shy, good thing you’re more of an extrovert than an introvert! This should be easy.

You made your way towards her while also simultaneously fixing your scissors; you took notice of her jittery nature. “Hey there! I’m- “

“I-I know who you are.” She said rather quickly. “Oh yeah! I introduced myself already.”

“T-that’s not what I meant!” She responded with a bit of attitude. “I meant I k-knew who you were beforehand…”

“Oh?... ah that’s right! I forget that I’m popular sometimes.” The girl just scoffs, muttering something under her breath “Yeah right…...”

“Sorry, what was that?”

She looks at you momentarily before breaking eye contact again. “Nothing. Anyways n-not that you’ll remember my n-name but... I’m T-Toko… Toko Fukawa… the Ultimate Writing Prodigy.”

“A writer huh? That’s an interesting ultimate.” Toko scowled at you. “W-what’s that supposed to mean? Do you think my u-ultimate I-Is some sort of joke?” She points at you accusingly. You put your hands up to your chest defensively. “Eh?! no! That isn’t what I meant at all!”

“L-Liar! You m-must see me as some worthless worm! Y-you think you’re b-better than me?”

You huff irritably. “Again, no! I meant it as a good thing! What the hell?!” Toko narrows her eyes at you before responding shortly after. “Sure w-whatever… I’m used to it anyways. If you’re done m-mentally tormenting me, can you leave now?”

Sheesh, talk about an inferiority complex. Crazy girl.

You sigh tiredly. “Uh... yeah sure. I’ll see you around Toko, okay?” She muttered under her breath, something along the lines of ‘just go already...’ as she occasionally eyed your waist apron with a worrying look on her face. Hope she doesn’t try to stab me with my own tools! Probably should watch out for that.

You turn to your left to see Makoto and the blue haired girl again, still talking to each other. Man, it’s been like... five minutes at the max! A bit too long for introductions, right? Taka seemed to notice this and scolded them for ‘wasting valuable time with their ridiculous back and forth’. They both looked a little upset, specifically the blue haired girl as she apologizes while walking off elsewhere. You felt a little bad, but he was kind of right... again. Maybe you’ll talk to her later.

As for Makoto, he sighs but ultimately walked off and continues to introduce himself to the other students. Guess that’s your cue to keep going, time is valuable after all.

“Yo! What’s up?”

“Huh?”

Your eyes locked onto an orange haired boy standing in front of you. He had a few piercings on his face along with some rings on his right knuckles and a necklace. His outfit overall wasn’t anything special but it can be recognizable. But what’s with the goatee?.....and that random pin on his jacket—

Helloo? Anyone thereee?” He looks at you straight in your eyes, you didn’t even notice you were staring for a good few seconds before responding.

“Ah! Sorry. I was just thinking. Anyways, what’s your name?”

“No problem. I’m Leon Kuwata, Ultimate Baseball Star!” He gives you a laid-back smile. “You’re… uh…what’s your name again?” A chuckle escapes your lips. “You’re fine. It’s Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Hair Stylist.”

“Ohh that’s right! Y/N!… sorry about that. Should’ve known your ultimate had to do something with hair, yours looks good.” You blush lightly at the compliment.

“Really? Thanks!.. you don’t look too bad yourself. You don’t really look like a baseball star though… more like a rockstar.” You responded, oblivious to the fact that it sounded backhanded.

“For real?!” He gives you an unreadable look.

“Oh shit…! I didn’t mean it like—"

“Thanks a lot man!”

“What…?” A confused expression spreads on your face. He gives you a puzzled look. “hm? What’s wrong?”

“Well.. I thought I just insulted you... I didn’t expect that reaction.”

He chuckles. “Oh yeah! I guess if I actually liked playing baseball, I probably would’ve taken that as an insult but nope! You’re totally lucky I didn’t.” He joked.

“If you *actually* liked playing baseball? What do you mean?”

His smile drops and he gives you a serious look. “Can I be honest with you for a second? I don’t like baseball. Like, at all. Never gone to a single practice.”

Never gone to practice but is somehow the Ultimate Baseball Star? Amazing.

“and as soon as I got accepted here, I quit baseball for good! I have my own dream for the future!” he clenches his fists in determination. “My only path in life is getting into music! That’s why I really appreciated that comment you made earlier, at least I know I’m on the right track. You feel that star-quality aura I have, right?”

“You do, ha-ha! I understand where you’re coming from, y’know I hoped to be the Ultimate Artist or something when I got older but…life had other plans for me.” A small sigh escaped your lips. “It’s whatever, I do enjoy hair styling too, but drawing is more enjoyable.”

Leon gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out! I like your energy, keep that, okay?”

You form a small smile on your face. “Alright, sure.”

And with that, you leave him and move onto the next student, that being a plus-sized boy with a pair of black, thick- rimmed glasses dressed in a white button-down shirt, orange tie and dark gray trousers.

“Hi there! You are…?”

The boy just stares for a moment. You start to feel a little awkward. This must have what Leon felt like when I was staring… “Err…. Excuse me?” You wave a hand in front of his face; he seemingly snaps back into reality.

“O-Oh! Excuse me Mx L/N! I was just admired by your hair! It’s magnificent!” You blush as a response. With as many compliments you get on your hair, you’d think you’d get used to them, but they still fluster you every time.

“Ah! Thank you- “

“Do you mind if I just…-“He reaches out his hand to touch your hair, you immediately grab his wrist a little tightly. “Eh?!” You look at him directly in the eyes, your eyes screamed ‘angry.’

“Uh uh buddy, do not touch my hair.”

This earned a nervous gulp from him. “R-Right! My apologies… my curiosity got the best of me.” You release his hand with a huff, hoping to get this introduction over with. You just formally met this guy, and he’s already irritated you.

“Anyways... I am Hifumi Yamada, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator! But you can call me by my nickname, “The Alpha and the Omega!” I don’t mind.” You make a mental note to never ever call him that.

“Say… I got to ask… what have you drawn before? I couldn’t help but listen to you talking to Leon about your artistic talent.” Eh?! He was listening to my conversation...? Surely, he could’ve conversed with other people, but he chose to listen into me and Leon’s…creepy.

“You were listening?” You squint your eyes at him, which in return Hifumi stuttered nervously. “N-Not exactly listening per say, but rather I was just nearby and overhead!” sure man.

“Right... well, to answer your question I’m no Picasso, I drew mostly characters I’ve seen on tv. A lot of women really.”

He visibly gets flustered. “Oh yeah?... what kind of women…?” You scowl at him. “Okay! I think we’re done with this introduction!”

“Wait! Hold on! I wanted to ask you for a favor...!” He called out desperately before you walked off.

“Uh… what kind of favor?”

“Well…if you’re able to make anyone look good with your haircuts so you say… is it possible for you to assist me? Seriously? You’ve only been here for a few hours and you’re already getting asked favors, and from HIM of all people!

“No thanks, Hifumi. And for the record, I don’t want to touch you or have your greasy hands near my hair. And I don’t do free cuts, you cheap donkey.” You exclaimed as you walk away from him, hearing a faint ‘feisty!’ from him.

Your eyes drift over to the five other people. Let’s hope they aren’t lunatics too.

You walk up to the dark brown-haired girl with a red collared jacket, white t-shirt, and blue shorts. She seems promising. “Hi there!” She gives you a smile. “Heya! I’m Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer! But my friends just call me Hina. ‘Sup?” Hina then follows up with a stumped look. “So uh….(wrong name)? Right? I think I forgot, sorry.”

You chuckle. “Eh, close. It’s Y/N.” Hina crosses her arms embarrassingly. “Damn! I was so close!” She wasn’t but that’s alright.

“Anyways, I know I’m certain you’re the… Ultimate Hair Stylist, right? You should be! Your hair speaks for itself! It’s so pretty!” She gives you a heartwarming smile, she most definitely meant that.

“Aw.. thank you Hina! I like your hair too, very shiny.” Hina’s face flushes at your compliment. “How sweet! I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine. Anyways, it was nice to meet you stylist!”

Stylist? Did she already forget my name?

Anyways, you both say your goodbyes and head over to the short hazel haired girl with a winter school uniform set with a long sleeved dark green jacket, a white shirt with a large Peter Pan collar secured skirt and knee-high black socks with mary janes. One word can only be said about this girl… CUTE!!

The girl’s face flushes before speaking. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Chihiro Fujisaki…the Ultimate Programmer…. Your name is Y/N, right?” She looks at you a little nervously, silently hoping she got your name correct.

“The one and only! Nice to meet you, Chihrio. I hope we can get along well!”

“Me too…!” She smiles sweetly at you before momentarily gasping like she realized something. “Ah!..wait.. have we met before?” You give her a confused expression. “I don’t think so... though, I don’t blame you for confusing me for someone else, it’s not like my outfit is the most recognizable.”

Her face seemed to falter at this. “Oh… sorry..”

“Huh? You don’t have to apologize for that.”

“R-right.. good point..”

An awkward silence came in-between us momentarily... until you heard a soft sniffle. Chihiro began to cry. “Hey, so listen… I-I’m really sorry...” She said as she let a few tears slip from her eyes. Did you just unintentionally make this girl cry?

“E-Eh?! Wait why are you upset?” Chihiro wipes her tears. “Just cuz…. you seem upset. You’re mad at me, right?” From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like you were bulling this poor girl! You quickly put your hands up defensively. “No, no not at all! You didn’t do a thing wrong!”

She looks up at you with glossy eyes. “You…you sure?”

“Definitely! There’s no way I can be mad at you!”

That reassured Chihiro. “O-Oh, that’s good...! I was afraid maybe you didn’t like me.”

You chuckle. “I couldn’t be mad at someone as cute as you!”

She blushes at your compliment. “hehe… I’m glad.”

Jeez.. feels like you’re walking on eggshells when talking to her. You should probably watch your tone and attitude when talking to her… you don’t need to be accused of bullying... and you don’t want to make her cry. Again!

Any who… you move on to your next person, who happens to be a girl with long light lavender hair dressed in a dark purple collared blazer jacket with six buttons over a zipped up long-sleeved white blouse and brown tie. She also wore a short black skirt, heeled knee-high black boots and knee-high socks.

If you were being completely honest, this girl looked as if she really didn’t want to be approached. You almost hesitated even going up to her, but ultimately walked up to her anyways. She doesn’t look threatening…what’s the worst that can happen?

“Hi!”

She doesn’t say a word.

“……”

You try to initiate a conversation. “So….can I ask for your name?” She looks at you with a stoic, essentially an emotionless face before responding. “My name is….Kyoko Kirigiri.”

“…. Yeah?” You wait a few seconds for her to continue talking...only to be met with “… that’s it. That’s the introduction.” Your smile falters.

“…you’re not really talkative, are you?” You lightly laugh, attempting to lighten the tense mood. She only looked at you with the same expressionless look. Uh-oh.

“Eh.. So…. what are you here for?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She questions you.

“I just meant…what your ultimate was. You were scouted by the school, right?”

“….”

“Why should I tell you?”

You flinch at her assertiveness. “I’m just trying to get to know you, Kyoko.”

“My name is enough.”

You go silent for a few seconds before biting your lip, fighting the urge to say something snarky.

“Right! Well, I’ll see you around then.” You say before leaving her be. You’re not stupid, you can tell when you’re not wanted. Besides, it doesn’t seem like she wants to give any information about herself…what is she hiding?

If she doesn’t want to converse with you, maybe this other girl will! She looked as if she came straight out of a fashion magazine. She wore a black cardigan over a white dress shirt, with both left open to show a little cleavage along with her bra. Followed by her red pleated miniskirt that was cut considerably short, black boots with platform heels and red laces. Her most noticeable accessories were her white and red polka dot tie that hung loosely around her neck and her white bunny and big red and white bow hair clips that rested nicely on her twin strawberry blonde pigtails.

You walk up to her with a smile, thankfully she looked as if she wanted to conversate.

“Hiii gorgeous! I’m Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista! Charmed, I’m sure!” Junko gives you that signature smile and peace sign. Despite not recognizing almost all the people here, you can recognize her. I’ve seen that face on many magazines, though… I must admit, she looks a tad bit different in person.

“Hello! uh…!” She notices you squinting your eyes at her, no doubt because of well… you know.

“…what?”

“Nothing! It’s just... you don’t exactly look exact the same as you do on your magazines.”

“Huh…? Oh, are you talking about my cover photos and junk?” She twirls one of her pigtails around her finger. “Ahahah, well of course! Those are totally photoshopped.”

“ah. I figured. Your face looks different!” She gives you a nervous look.

“Come on, don’t act so like that! You’re gonna make me all depressed. It’s totally normal these days to photoshop the crap out of cover photos. It’s still me! It’s not like I’m an imposter or somethin...!”

She crosses her arms. “If you’re surprised by that, you’d be totally blown away by a certain dangerous little diva of ours…they make the eyes and junk super big, tweak the skin so it looks all ceramic and porcelain!”

“Right, sorry. I don’t mean it as a bad thing, you’re still real pretty. Your freckles look cute on you.”

Her face gets really flustered, it’s like she’s never received a compliment ever which is weird cause’ she’s a model. “H-huh? …oh! Thanks!”

“I’m going to meet the rest of the guys, ill see you around Junko.” You give her a smile, she just awkwardly smiles back as you leave her be. You didn’t expect her to be so flustered over a simple compliment, shouldn’t she be getting tons daily?

Anyways! Moving on from her, you see… a tall muscular boy wearing a high-collared black long overcoat with what seems to be a dragon design on the side of it. He also wore a white t-shirt with baggy black bants held up by a belt that had the face of a Komainu. And finally, to top off his entire outfit was his hair, his pompadour. He looked very intimidating but judging others by their looks isn’t right so you’ll take your chances with this guy.

You slowly walk up to him with a slightly nervous smile. “Hi!” He just looks at you, you couldn’t really read his expression all that well, but you can tell he definitely wanted to be anywhere else but here.

“..hello. Name’s Mondo Owada, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. Nice to fuckin’ meetcha.”

Something tells you he didn’t mean that.

“A biker gang leader? That’s cool.” He just grunts in agreement. “Hell yeah it is.”

….

Damn this was awkward.

Normally you’d be more talkative but... he made you a little nervous. At this point you couldn’t tell if it was because he was a biker gang leader or because he was attractive.

“Nice meeting you, Mondo. I guess I’ll see you again later…?”

He just nods, rubbing the back of his head while avoiding eye contact. You take it that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. Or a better word might be just awkward. Either way you probably should watch what you say around him. You’re able to stand up for yourself but you aren’t trying to be ten ft underground because of your own mouth.

So... that was nine people so far. Only four more to go.

Your eyes glance over to the tall muscular girl wearing a traditional Japanese school uniform followed by bandages wrapped around her muscular forearms and calves. Wow…never mind watching your mouth around Mondo, what about HER?

Anyways, you walk over to her. Your tongue was tied for a moment, so she thankfully spoke up first.

“I am Sakura Ogami, Ultimate Martial Artist.”

Now that you’re standing in front of her, you can really see how tall she is.. jesus. She’s no giant but compared to you, she might as well be. You aren’t exactly short but you’re not tall either, about average height for someone your age. Is she really a high school student…?

“Hey, you.”

“E-Eh?! Yes?” You snapped to attention without even realizing it. She looks down at you before poking and prodding at your body. This earned a squeal from you when she poked at your sides.

“The hell?! W-what are you doing?”

“Muscular quality and quantity are right around that of an ordinary high school student…” She crosses her arms. “Hmph. What a shame. You’re not at all fit to act as my training partner.”

You huff. “Are you calling me weak...? I’m stronger than you think.” Sakura’s eyebrow perks up in curiosity. “Really? Do you want to arm wrestle then?”

Your confidence falls. “…No, thank you.”

With that, you leave the conversation. I feel bad for the person who becomes her training partner in the future. Your eyes come across a blonde haired, tall, slender boy with glasses wearing a black suit jacket over a white shirt and lapis blue crossover tie. You walked over to him.

Before you could even say anything, he introduces himself first. “Name’s Byakuya Togami, Affluent Progeny.”

“Ah. Nice to meet you too.”

“….”

“So… are-“

“We’re done with introductions, right? Is there a reason to continue this conversation?” He folds his arms. “Go away. I’m sick of looking at you.”

………

You scowl. “Excuse me? Who are you talking to?” He just smirks at this. “You, clearly. Now leave me alone, peasant.”

“You four eyed little monster!” You angrily said. “You’re lucky I can’t use these scissors on you.“ Byakuya just laughed. “Is that supposed to scare me? You can’t lay a single finger on me.”

At this point you really wanted to beat this guy up, but you knew that in this situation it was probably not the best idea. maybe later. “You know what. I’m done talking to you.” Before he could respond with a sarcastic remark, you quickly left. You don’t have the energy to continue talking to that guy. Perhaps you’ll have better luck with… is that a grown ass man?

The boy didn’t look like an average high schooler… could that be a teacher? Any who. The brown-skinned boy had lovely brown locs and wore three layers of shirts, that being a green male uniform jacket which he wore on his shoulders, the second one being an open button-down white shirt and the last one being a small yellow short-sleeve shirt. As well as a brown haramaki and used a yellow rope as his belt to hold up his large black pants. You’re a little curious to why he chose to wear 3 different shirts at once but whatever.

You also took notice of the stubble on his chin. This guy has to be AT LEAST 25.

He spots you too and happily walks to you. “I’m Yasuhiro Hagakure—Hiro for short, Ultimate Clairvoyant! Take it easy, yeah? I know I will!” He gives you a warm smile. His aura is really…. Calming. He really does seem laid-back.

“Clairvoyant huh? Isn’t that like… fortunetelling stuff?”

“Bingo!” He smiles. “By the way…that’s some nice hair you got.” He puts his hand under his chin. “Let me guess... you’re a hair stylist!”

Your face becomes stoic. Your attire alone makes it heavily obvious. But since you don’t want to be rude to him specifically, you decided to humor him. “I am… how’d you know?”

He laughs cockily. “Your waist apron, duh! There’s like... scissors and stuff poking out of it.” He crosses his arms, smiling at you. “It’s super obvious! Shouldn’t you know that?” He playfully asks.

………seriously?

“Right… forgot about that.” You respond.

“But hey, I like you uh… Y/N! We should grab some brewskis sometime, yeah?”

“Huh? We’re not allowed to drink. We’re in high school.”

“Oh, I’m actually 21. I’ve been held back a few times, see, and...well, it’s a long story.”

“Ah… that explains a lot.” You murmur. “What?” He looks at you confusingly. “Nothing!” You smile at him.

“Anyways, I’ll see you later Yasuhiro, okay? I’ve got two more people to meet.”

“That’s cool. See ya, Y/N!” He waves you goodbye.

Moving on from him you see a pale girl standing in the corner. She had bright red eyes with two massive black twin drills. She wore a gothic Lolita-style outfit consisting of a white blouse with a long-point collar, a black jacket that includes white ribbon lacing down the sleeves, fastened by a simple white ribbon across her chest to reveal her red tie and a many-tiered skirt with white lace. Along with a white lace bonnet with ribbons on each side of it and knee-high stocking trimmed in ladder lace with a black ribbon on both sides of each. She looked like a porcelain doll.

“Ah… Hello?” The girl said almost uncomfortably.

“Oh! Yes, hi!” You walk closer to her; you were probably looking at her a little too hard….You’ll have to work on that. The girl gives you a small smile, giggling into her hand. “Staring is quite rude, you know.”

This earned a blush forming on your cheeks. “Yeah.. sorry! I didn’t mean to look at you for so long.”

“No worries dear, I’m used to it. Anyways I do not think we have been formally introduced yet. I am Celestia Ludenburg, Ultimate Gambler.”

“Celestia?”

“Mhm. But if you don’t mind, I would prefer for you to call me Celeste.”

“I’ve never heard anyone with a name like yours, it suits you.” You compliment her. Celeste folds her hands together and smiles at you. “Why thank you, dear. I find your name quite passable for you.”

Passable..? Is that supposed to be a compliment?

“.. Thank you. By the way.. could I ask you something?” She nods. “Of course. What would you like to know?”

“Are…. Your drills clip-ons?” Celeste just stares at you for a moment before giggling again. “Heh-heh. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think we are done with our lovely introduction. I will see you, okay?”

“Right, sorry. I’ll see you another time, Celeste.” She nods as you leave her.

She acts polite but also forceful at the same time. I don’t think she wants to say any more about her hair…..but those are definitely clip-ons. You of all people would know, you’re a hair stylist after all.

Anyways, that was 16 students you just met, right? If you’re not mistaken that should be everyone…wait.. you’re forgetting someone!.. It’s—

“Hello?”

It’s that blue haired girl again. You didn’t get a chance to properly meet her yet cause’ of Makoto. Speaking of Makoto where’d he go? You’ll have to look for him later. For now, you go up to the girl.

“Hello! We haven’t formally met yet, right?”

“No! I saw you earlier but... I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” She gives you a small smile. “I’m Sayaka Maizono, Ultimate Pop Sensation! And you are…?”

“Y/N L/N, Ultimate Hair Stylist.”

Sayaka giggles embarrassingly. “Of course! Sorry he-he. By the way… how do you know Makoto?” She looks at you curiously. “Do you know each other from school?….”

“Makoto? I just met him at the entrance a few hours ago. I guess he’s my friend! Why?”

“Ah. well just curious. You two were holding hands when you first got here, right?”

What Is she insinuating…?

“Oh! That? I more-so dragging him. I wouldn’t say holding hands…at least not like that.”

Sayaka rests her cheek on her knuckles. “Oh! I see. Thanks!” She gives you a small smile as you return it. That was a little weird but whatever, not important right now.

And finally with that, all the introductions are done. You’re not going to lie, even though they are all ultimate’s.. they certainly aren’t your ideal versions of their talents. After leaving her you spotted Makoto talking to Celeste. Like my interaction with her you assumed he most likely annoyed her too, so she shoo’ed him off.

“Hey! Makoto! Over here!” You wave for him to come here, which he does. “Hey Y/N.”

“How’d it go?” He nervously scratches his cheek. “well.. I don’t think Celeste is too fond of me right now.”

“no no, I meant overall.”

“Oh. It went okay. They are….something.” This earned a chuckle from you. “Agreed.”

“Okay, time to get down to business.” Byakuya exclaimed, folding his arms with a serious expression on his face. “This is no time to stand around making friends like a bunch of dull-eyed baboons.” He says as he eyed you.

“Oh, that’s true.” Makoto agreed. “I think someone said something about a bigger problem or something What was that about?”

“Yeah, what gives?” You asked.

Sayaka frowned. “Well, you see…Makoto, Y/N, you both said a bunch of stuff happened and then you were “just asleep,” right? Well...the same is true for all of us.”

What the hell? This is getting even more weird.

“What? Seriously?” Both me and Makoto exclaimed.

“Just after each of us got to the main hall, we lost consciousness.” Leon stated as he rubbed his head. “And when we come to, we were somewhere he in the school! That’s what happened to you, right?”

“B-but that’s just… weird! That every one of us would get knocked out like that…” Makoto exclaimed.

“Exactly! That’s why we’re all freakin’ out!” Mondo yelled.

Okay seriously... what is going on?

“And that’s not the only thing. You saw where all the windows in the classes and hallways were, right? But instead of normal glass windows, it was a bunch of big metal plates! What’s that about!?” Taka stated.

“Yeah… that was freaky. If all the windows in the school are like that then…. what’s it for?” You asked.

“Yeah, what the hell? Plus, all my stuff’s missing! Even my cellphone…” Junko stated anxiously.

Chihiro followed up in agreement. “That’s right, I haven’t seen my PDA anywhere, either…”

“And then there’s the main hall here. The front exist is completely blocked by some giant metal hatch.” Taka worriedly expressed. “But there wasn’t anything like that when I first got here…!” He clenches his fist in anger. “What the heck?! What’s it doing there?!”

“Maybe we got caught up in some kinda, like, you know…crime or something?” Junko stated.

“Wha…like a kidnapping? If that’s true what do they want with us?!” You anxiously asked.

“You think maybe someone grabbed us and hauled us off and we’re not actually at school?” Leon worriedly asked. His face was almost as white as a sheet.

“Come on, don’t think like that. Cheer up!” Yasuhiro optimistically exclaims. “I bet this is all just part of the school’s orientation procedure.”

“Really…? This seems a bit excessive for an orientation.” You say worriedly. You’re starting to think this guy has zero survival instincts if that’s what he thinks.

He laughs. “Yeah! I’m sure that’s it! So I’m just gonna take it easy for a little bit.”

“Oh…So you think they wanted to do something to surprise us?” Chihiro let out a sigh of relief.

“Huh. Well if that’s all it is, it’s nap time for me.” Leon said tiredly. “I was up way too late last night, so I could use a little shuteye.”

You could feel the tension lowering. But, you still didn’t feel safe. It was only a matter of time before—

*Ding dong, bing bong*

….IT happened.

I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is always welcome. I already have a portion done of the second half of the prologue.

I'm also on AO3 + Wattpad!

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trixtersurvs · 2 years

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001.

How much did your senior prom dress cost you? I don't remember how much my prom outfit cost in hindsight. I went to prom last over a decade ago...

What dreams have stuck with you since childhood? I've always wanted to write a book and damn it, one day I will!

Have you ever been in a serious romantic relationship? Yes

Did you ever take your dog to school? No

If you had had a baby in high school, what would you have named him or her? Ugh, probably something awful like Bella from Twilight because I was that kid

If you had a baby now, what would you name him or her? I don't ever want kids of my own so I don't think about stuff like this

Have you ever seen someone throw up on a plane? No

Do you get motion sickness? I've only had it once

Has God ever healed you of anything? If so, what? No, I don't even believe in "God"

What is the most boring church you have ever attended? The Catholic church is hands down the most boring place ever. Would rather watch old people play bingo

What is the most lively church you have ever attended? When I was in high school, a friend of mine tried to convert me by inviting me to a weekend long "music festival" that ended up being a Christian music camp type thing. It was 100% not my cup of tea but people were definitely very lively there

Do you find church fun or boring? Boring

What do you hate the most about summer? The heat. Quite frankly, I don't like much about summer to be honest with you

Which part of your body is the most muscular? Calves

Did you ever take Latin in school? No, they didn't offer it when I was still in high school

Which major holiday is closest to your birthday? New Year's

What is your favorite Japanese name? Souji

Have you ever ran a cash register? Yes

Did you collect Bratz dolls when you were younger? I didn't. Bratz came along a little too late for me

Do you think your mom is attractive? Of course

What was the last thing that disappointed you? My "bosses" (they told me to stop calling them that) being fucking awful to me

Do you like the feeling in your stomach on a big drop on a roller coaster? It's a love/hate relationship for me

Skeletons or scarecrows? Skeletons

Do you own pumpkin earrings? No

What computer game did you used to play all the time? The Sims 3

When was the last time you read a book? I think it was right before Christmas

Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? (assuming you want any) I don't want kids but if I did have them, I wouldn't see a problem with this

What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at? Hm... I couldn't tell you honestly. I usually just go and hope for the best

Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Discord for sure

What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Drawing honestly. I could just never find my own style

Do you watch political shows? Not inherently political, no

Do you play any fantasy/roleplaying games? What? So many, I can't possibly list them all

Do you like salami? I love salami

When was the last time you ate meat? Like 20 minutes ago

What was the last hot drink you drank? Hot drink... hm... probably coffee whenever I got it last from my favorite coffee shop

Have your parents met your boyfriend/exes? Most of them, yes. They haven't met my current partner in person yet though

How about your boyfriend’s parents? Met them? No

Do you know how to say I love you in at least 4 languages? Yes

Do you find the sound of a cat’s purr relaxing? Yes

Do you know your mum’s first pet’s name? I don't think so... she has definitely told me before but I can't remember it

Would you ever want to be famous? If so, for what? No. I've seen how it can affect people and I don't think I could live like that. I'm also just way too sensitive

Would you ever get a heart tattoo or your back? I mean... sure?

What fruit can’t you stand? Kiwi, only because I'm allergic to it

Do you know anyone autistic? Yes, my partner is on the ASD spectrum

How about someone bipolar? Sure do

What do you consider private to you? Pretty much everything. I'm an extremely private person and I have a hard time opening up about anything other than surface level stuff

Name somebody you know who deserves a better life than they have: Frankly, me

Name something that you’re good at but don’t like: Calculus

Name something that you’re bad at but DO like: Hand crafts like knitting, sewing, etc.

Name somebody who has tried to help you and ended up hurting you: Most of my ex-partners

Name a date that has a lot of significance to you: December 10

Name something in your life that was a blessing in disguise: My whole ass last relationship ending

Name something that you’ve done that would be considered rebellious: I snuck out once...

Name something you wish you had enough money to do: Travel the world

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put-me-in-a-movie-mp3 · 2 years

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Hey! Could you pair me with someone from stranger things or harry potter or IT? Also love your writing ! Im a female and pref boys <3 Also for Harry potter im a hufflepuff!

LOOKS-I am pretty short 4'11. I have black shaggy medium length hair with side bangs. Im pretty petite and have very pale skin, i also wear golden round glasses cause i cant see for shit. I have a pretty small ahem chest area. Also a Pisces.

CLOTHING-I normally wear baggy clothes like big sweaters and baggy jeans. Always wearing my converse or white airforces (I know basic dont come at me i swear i have good style somtimes lol)with my outfits. No makeup on this face except cherry chapstick and clear mascara.

PERSONALITY- I can be very shy and quiet especially around new people or alot of people. I have major social anxiety and also ADHD. But getting to know me i can be funny and a bit odd. I'm also very awkward at times even with people im close with im very cut off and not open to sharing things alot. i try not being to annoying or bother some so thats why sometimes im distant. I tend to over think things and my relationships with people. Im not as hyper anymore like i was as a kid but still i space off, get distracted, forget alot of things, and cant sit still sometimes. Im a INTP.

EXTRA-I have many scars and bruises from being clumsy or just a dumb ass. In school i can be a target for bullying or just ignoring me overall. Can be oblivious and childish. I get flustered very easily. Some of the things i like to do is drawing and painting. I also play video games a lot. I love listening to music you can always find me with earbuds in. I love reading poetry. I love gardening well most of the time. I see myself sometimes to be such a hopeless romantic sometimes in my opinion daydreaming about my crush or people. I would be the type of partner to draw you stuff or make a playlist for you. I love cuddling, hugs, hand holding, and drawing on your hand if you let me. I always thinking of gifts to give my partner when i have one.

Of course! Hope you enjoy! :)

Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler

I think you and Mike would get along really well together. You were apart of hellfire, which is how you guys met. In school you were either bullied or ignored, which is something Mike completely understood because the same thing happened to him. He loves reading your writings and you guys bond over the music you listen too. He helps you with your social anxiety a lot by either holding your hand or having an arm around just to let you know that everything is okay. He always wants to make sure you're alright and that nothing is going to happen to you. He doesn't want to lose you as you are very important to him. More important than you think.

Harry Potter: Harry Potter

I think you and Harry Potter would be perfect for each other. First he notices you getting bullied by Draco, which is something that happens to him so he felt like he needed to stand up for you. He didn't want Draco making fun of you because he knows how hurtful it was. You were really quiet around Harry at first because he's "the chosen one" and you were a bit apprehensive about it. You just didn't think it was possible that he would have stuck up for you. After that incident it was just smiles at each other through the hallways, but then when you both get paired in a class for a group project you start to learn a lot more about each other. And some would say you spent too much time on this project and most of the time you guys were have deep conversations and getting to know each other better. Then you both started to fall for each other.

I think he would love your artistic side with your writings, paintings, and drawings. He loves you and he feels like he needs to protect you from all the evil in the world, which makes him want to defeat Voldemort even more.

IT: Bill Denbrough

You and Bill would be perfect for each other. You both are really interested in writing and thats something you guys really bond over. You have always been apart of the group and even though Bill had been head over heels for Beverly he got over her once he met you. You had a lot more in common and you were a bit more of a mystery to Ben then Beverly was. He got bullied a lot as a kid and had a stuttering problem, which made him have extreme social anxiety. You guys bond a lot over your problems and what you deal with. You end up finding out you have a lot more in common than you guys thought. You also make him want to defeat Pennywise even more because he wants to protect you.

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planetdream · 3 years

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— VALENTINES DAY WITH TXT !

this post contains: fluff

💌 i haven't written an ot5 txt post in a minute 😭 sorry to keep my moa besties waiting like this !! hope you guys enjoy <3

YEONJUN ... gives you money to get all fancy—buy a new outfit, get your hair (and nails, maybe?) done so that he can take you out later. jokingly tries to get you to wear the matching shirts he bought you on your anniversary last year, and ducks when you throw a shoe at him. basically, yeonjun just wants to romance you and treat you to a nice candle-lit dinner. he's turning up the charm the whole night, too—can't go more than three minutes without winking or saying something extra sweet (and cheesy).

SOOBIN ... and you both agreed on not getting each other gifts this year—but when the day arrives you both have tons of things for each other. everything from candy to teddy bears to matching bracelets. he can't help but spoil you just a little. you'll ask him what he wants to do with the day, and he'll just say that he doesn't care as long as he's with you (obviously). you two decide to change back into pajamas and have a lazy day. have to mention—soobs has this habit of drawing random shapes on your skin, and that's what he does the whole day :(

BEOMGYU ... acts as if he doesn't know what day it is—just to tease you. little do you know, he's scrambling to get everything right and in place. he sets things up in little stations—a game station, one for creating art, one for eating, and so on—think of it as several different dates in one. it's fun and fresh and exciting, and nothing can beat the smile on his face every time he looks at you. gets you a cute teddy bear (another of the several to add to your collection), and when you press on it, you hear his voice—singing your favorite song.

TAEHYUN ... cooks for you this valentine's day. a nice candle-lit dinner with your favorite appetizer, main course, and dessert on the menu. but of course, you can't just sit back, so you decide to help him out—and it's really fun! you guys even have a stereotypical romantic moment where you reach for the same item then look lovingly into each other's eyes before laughing. and the dinner itself is lovely: the meal, the atmosphere, and taehyun himself. it's like everything in the world finally makes sense.

KAI ... originally plans to sleep in with you, catching up on the lack of sleep he's been getting lately. but this year he's actually excited! he orders breakfast from a restaurant that you both frequent and makes a cute little picnic style set up indoors. he might not express many of his feelings deeply besides a few i love you's, but you can tell by the way he talks to you—leaning in close to you, speaking with stars in his eyes. you genuinely mean so much to him, and it overwhelms him sometimes, but he knows you got him just like he's got you.

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Hello ! Nice to see a new homestuck blog. This fandom dead as shit lol. Do you have any just general hcs for what it’s like to date dave or dirk?

Dave relationship hcs

- Dave is pretty new to relationships, but he tries to be as cliche and romantic as he is able without letting his cool guy act be sabotaged.

- but at the same time .. he is like.. a huge fuckin dork lmao like overly sappy and just .. my god this boy is actually a mess

- he makes raps for you, yeah how original OP. Listen..!!! I know.

- but seriously yeah makes you raps and then wants your opinion.. he’s dying inside waiting for your reaction to it, but he’s happy when you say you like them :))

- he craves validation, especially for his raps tho.

- but sometimes he gets up in his feelings and wants you to validate him as a whole

- which he will deny getting up in said feelings

- teases you a lot

- he’s also always blushy around you .. blushy boy ..

- so like any affection he gives .. big blush on his face

- likes holding your hand a lot (and kissing them)

- likes sitting in your lap as well, doesn’t matter if he’s bigger than you or not

- goes “mwah mwah mwah” everytime he kisses you

- draws dicks on you while you’re minding your own business . He does it to karkat too tho

- doesn’t matter if he’s taller, when you kiss he wraps his arms around your neck, with your hands on his waist

- he likes his hair being played with but he won’t tell you that ;p

- likes you wearing his shades btw . He thinks it’s cute he dies inside whenever you do

- rambles to you a lot.. big surprise .. but he will ramble to you about anything and everything and appreciates you listening to him

- he rambles about you to rose a lot, well just anyone really? But mostly does it to rose, John, karkat, and kanaya.

- are you actually strong enough to carry him? Or is he just floating? The world may never know..

- he’s clingy and is always with you. On the off chance he isn’t you’re send a million “mwah” “love u or whatever” “<3”

- he can only keep the cool guy act for so long okay .. but he can be lame and sappy… just for you..

- but at first he’s awkward about his feelings he has so much he wants to let out but he’s trying so hard not to be a complete dorky loser in front of you so he’s so weird at first about affection and just.. a lot of things.. when he finally lets loose he’s fine

- he’s annoying and likes annoying you >=)

- “babebabebabebabebabebabebabebabe” “WHAT” “hi”

- the only reason he confessed is rose ? Like tbh . I think he would repress his feelings for the rest of his goddamn life . Especially if you’re a dude cuz holy shit

- but yea he spends so much time trying to not let his whole heart out, he can’t help but wanna express himself with you (when he’s more comfortable).

- kanaya and rose find it funny to just make you nice outfits so that Dave has like a heart attack <33

- “Dave look at this new outfit kanaya made me!” “Dave your face is redder than usual are you ok” “yes just having a heart attack is all.”

- the first time you you kissed him, he’s red in the face and just starts randomly beatboxing bc he cannot handle how cute you are and how great that was

- likes just chillin and listening to music with you

- loves cuddling you to sleep!! Usually likes being the big spoon . He likes the idea that you’re safe in his arms

- but like? Also likes being the smaller one when he’s just tired and sad and just .. needs to feel safe for once

- but if you try to enforce being the big spoon it takes some getting used to but he likes it so =)

- you guys got your own language at this point, communicating random shit with your hands.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY SAYING NOW. IS THAT HUMAN SIGN LANGAUGE?” “Definitely not.” “Yes I’m Not Sure What They’re Saying Either” “oh! They’re saying how karkat is really fuckin stupid! Haha!” “John why do you even know that” “WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT. WHAT.”

- carries you bridal style while he’s like flying.. just like.. looking down at nice views with him and shit.. so long as you trust him enough for that lmao

- he’s a dork and gets you flowers when you go on dates =) he refused to when you started dating so now he uses every opportunity he can

- also he’s very chill, like goes wherever you want to and it’s very hard for you to upset him

- likes neck kisses of any kind . Receiving or giving

- just stares at you .. a lot .. usually you can’t tell because of the shades but if you pay attention to the way he smiles you would be able to.. he gets this warm smile when he looks at you

- he just loves looking at you.. all the time… in a non creepy way ..

- he does worry a lot, so he does get a bit protective at times. Given everything he’s gone through, naturally he fears something could happen to you.

- he wants to be able to keep you safe and he fears he can’t do that. + he just fears the day you’ll die . He’s just . Rlly scared for all of that and thinks about it a lot and sometimes just needs some reassurance

Dirk relationship hcs

- oh boy

- well, he’s extremely grateful you’re dating him, he’s pretty self aware that he’s not dating material. Or at least, thinks he isn’t.

- of course, there will be some problems to work through in your relationship, he needs somebody who can get him to open up and talk about his emotions. It’s hard but he can succeed if he tries at it.

- he would hesitate for a long time to tell you how he felt about you, but I think his friends would be really encouraging about it.

- plus yknow… Hal … would probably do something

- speaking of, Hal does a lot of things to embarrass dirk and expose him for his affections to you, even while you’re dating.

- “he totally lovesssss you” “no I don’t” “he wants to kisssss youuu” “shut up”

- it takes awhile for him to be affectionate, and to truly express emotions very freely. However, when he does, he does.

- he won’t get too sappy on you, but he’s a lot better at expressing himself than at the beginning of your relationship. If you say “I love you” he says it back, and may even say it first on days he’s feeling particularly softer than usual

- he typically likes buying you things, it’s mainly how he shows affection

- he gets awkward at first with physical affections, but he grows to love it. Never initiates it though, even though he wants to.

- just kinda acts all tsundere abt it tbh

- but he loves it :)

- usually the most cuddly when you’re both sleepy and tired

- he likes being picked up, wrapping his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck :D

- that goes for while kissing too

- likes touching your face

- speaking of touching loves being touched now and is low key clingy af he just doesn’t wanna show it. Cant blame him tho he hasn’t been touched like almost his entire life

- he also teases you a lot, more than dave would though

- it’s how he shows affection <3

- you play with this hair and he goes >:( he takes too long to do it everyday ok . Don’t play with his hair unless he’s gonna sleep

- usually likes control in what you guys do for dates, but doesn’t care if you come up with plans sometimes

- he likes watching anime with you

- he gets kinda blushy and flustered.. quite a bit.. especially when you’re being touchy

- likes wearing your clothes, or you wearing his but it usually leads to more NSFW thoughts so I will not go too into that LOL

- big on cuddles, number one way to get him to be very touchy with you and affectionate

- likes putting his face in your neck when you cuddle, or when he’s feeling cuddly and affectionate in general

- when you cuddle he clings onto you like some koala

- when cuddling he tends to be more open and vulnerable so sometimes just vents about shit

- or like mumbles in your neck about how much he loves you and he’s sorry he doesn’t tell you it enough

- when you text him he gets all giddy and shit . All excited like “Omg haha what do they want”

- likes just listening to music with you and vibing

- cursed hc but he listens to blink-182 with you

- also . Yes bad at expressing himself at times but do not doubt his affections for you . You are quite literally his world and he will defend you through thick and thin

- touch is his love language now BTW . Kinda your fault tho :)

- tends to pay close attention to you, just little things he notices about you that even you don’t notice about yourself

- he’s not trying to be creepy promise he just likes looking at you

- which means though that he noticed your behaviors and habits

- and tends to copy them without meaning to

- like if you tend to say “like” a lot, guess what he says it a lot now.

- do you make specific hand movements when you talk? Well .. so does he now

- roxy is your guys number 1 shipper btw . They think you guys are just the cutest

- but absolutely teases tf out of dirk

- also Jane is the fucking “lesbian bullies gay man” meme but with you she’s like “hello sweetie honey baby Angel”

- Jake loves you guys too =)) he always asks dirk how you’re doin

- imagine a double date with John and Roxy. “I’m cold” “here you go Roxy! :)” “I’m cold too.” “Well damn y/n I can’t control the weather.”

- he is a good bf tho . Promise .

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