#also I have those headphones they are PEAK

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

IT'S NEVER OVER - PROLOGUE (sept. 2005)

summary: if anyone asked sid, he wouldn't say that he liked pittsburgh more after meeting nat. no, that would be absurd.

warnings: short and sweet! (none)

a/n: hi, hello! am i posting this without having finished it? yes. i don't know how long it's going to be but i'm slowly chipping away at it and i'm pretty excited about it. it might even be my favourite series thing i've done so far, and weirdly my first one? i've had the entire thing outlined for months but i've been too busy to even think about posting it, so...here you go! i can't promise posts for this will be regular because the chapters are so long, but i'll try my best to keep you posted! hope you enjoy (a series mastrlist will be out soon too so you can get the gist of where i'm at in the entire process) xo

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(It started with music, but Nat didn’t know that.) 

It was a total accident, a random encounter that Sidney couldn’t possibly have predicted – one that, without exaggerating, changed his life to an extent. On a whim, he’d decided to go into that coffee shop he’d walked past everyday for the past three weeks, and it was also on a whim he actually made it to the counter to order an uncharacteristic coffee – he was newly eighteen, being pulled in all sorts of sports-diet directions, the confinement of which kind of irked him, so to him, buying that coffee was a subtle rebellion.

It was also a complete accident that he’d wandered off to the right after taking his coffee from the counter, instead of left, or forwards, or even backwards.

Sidney wasn’t one to believe in fate or destiny: he believed those terms were too magical – they alluded to some other worldly forces coming into play, and he liked to stick to facts. Coincidences. Accidents. Nevertheless, he did find it almost inexplicable, the way that his life hurtled into a completely different route after a mere forty minutes inside a coffee shop that he’d just spontaneously decided to make a trip of. He couldn’t quite get his head around it all.

To him, it was a coincidence that he’d walked past her table. A coincidence that she happened to be blaring the only song he’d been able to listen to for the last four days. He’d barely made it three steps past her before he froze. 

She was wearing those over-the-ear headphones, the ones with orange sponges from the 80s, plugged into the iPod that had come out a few years back. He recognised it because everyone that had one in his high school before he left never shut up about it. Sidney admittedly did own one at the time, but he never really felt the need to show it off  – it was much easier than lugging around a cassette or CD player with songs burnt in.

The song still had him halting in his tracks and turning around, his body much further ahead than his brain because he had to steady his mug of coffee; his sharp actions had the liquid almost sloshing over the edge, but he managed to catch it just in time.

He wouldn’t have done either of those things: stop and turn, if it had been any other song he’d heard. He was just so taken aback by it – the exact, precise song. 

The girl at the table didn’t pay him a single dime of attention when he froze, despite the fact that his hip was practically nudging her table. She wasn’t even looking in his direction, her eyes gazing out of the window on her right, skipping over empty faces as people walked past. It was clear she was supposed to be doing work of some sorts: there were textbooks, novels, and flashcards scattered across the entire table, a pencil case half emptied with pens strewn all over. She had a pen clutched in the fist she was resting her chin on, not caring for the study cards at all – entirely enamoured by the view. 

Sidney followed her eyes. There wasn’t much to look at, just a street, and her chair was directly facing the side of a retail store, clothes and mannequins displayed in the window. 

In hindsight, Sidney didn’t really know what compelled him to do what he did next.

He couldn’t tell if she was bored and just looking out, not paying attention to the music flowing into her ears, or if she was just so absorbed in what she was hearing that she couldn’t physically bring herself to think about her work – that she’d tuned out the outside world entirely.

What caught his attention the most was the crease between her brows. It drew him to look straight at her; an alluring combination of chestnut hair and pale eyes – though not too pale that they made him uneasy. She was also probably the only person in the establishment that was around his age.

She had impeccable music taste, if he did say so himself.

Yet, he couldn’t shake the inkling that this girl was wholly feeling the brilliance and soul-crushing heartache of Jeff Buckley’s genius – and he found himself hoping she was.

That was why he cleared his throat and took a small step to the other side of the table. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, noting that the cafe was pretty busy, so he knew he could at least try to get away with what he was about to do.

He made sure to tilt his head up, because the hat covering his face would be nothing short of slightly suspicious in a public setting, and it wasn’t until he purposefully knocked into the chair that she flicked her eyes to look at him.

He held his breath, a moment when all they did was look at each other, until the crease in her brows disappeared and she reached to pause her music on her iPod, slowly sliding her earphones off so they rested around her neck. 

“Hi.” 

His assumptions had been correct. She was around his age – her voice was deeper than he’d originally anticipated – and when he found himself slightly closer than before, he was able to make out that she was studying for her SATs. 

It was September.

“Hi.” He replied, forcing a smile that he hoped would convey the apology he felt for intruding on her personal time and in her personal space. Her clutter was all over the table, and he knew that if she was hopefully as kind to strangers as he hoped she’d to be, that it would be somewhat of a hassle to shove some of it away, “I’m really sorry, but there aren’t any other tables free. Would I be able to–”

“Oh, sure.” She interrupted, immediately going to reach to sweep a space clear for him over the other side of the table. Sidney watched with a mildly amused gaze; she didn’t seem to care for the way her flashcards seemed to mix themselves up, or the way her textbooks snapped shut and she lost her page.

She flashed him a welcoming, slightly embarrassed smile as she piled the books on top of each other, and before Sidney knew it, he was sitting in the chair opposite, accidentally knocking their knees together in the process, and sipping from his coffee mug. He fought to maintain the thankful smile on his face, despite the utterly bitter taste of the coffee that seemed to fester on his tongue.

No wonder he’d never tried coffee before, it tasted like dirt.

The girl broke a small chunk of a muffin off, a smile breaking out on her face as she fought a small laugh.

Sidney blushed, “I’m not a big coffee-fan.” He reasoned, shrugging.

“I can tell.” She pressed her lips together momentarily, looking down at the plate before turning her attention back to him. Sidney felt stunned at the colour of her eyes. He’d never seen grey eyes before, but hers seemed to balance more on the green side – only when the sun struck the side of her face, they turned a watery, clear blue. There was also a tinge of brown thrown in there.

What was that called? Heterochromia?

He felt his mouth dry, and before he could stop himself, he was taking another sip of his coffee, this time managing to control the urge to wince, “Thanks for letting me sit here.”

She shrugged, gathering the flashcards and lining them up, “It’s no problem. Sorry for the mess.”

He let his eyes wander over the books once more, the green ‘SATs’ letters jumping out at him, “You got an important date?”

The girl swallowed, not entirely understanding what he meant. That crease formed between her brows again, and she opened her mouth to question him, but Sidney beat her to it, a finger pointing at her stack of books. 

She sighed, “Not entirely, they’re at the end of the school year, but one of my teachers gave us an assignment to get some revision resources done early.” 

Sidney couldn’t say he understood her stress – it was something displayed across the planes of her face; evident when she looked rather tiredly at the stack of books, and hesitated at the flashcards, before throwing them to the side. She folded her arms across the table, then switched so that her hands were interlocked in front of her.

She looked as though she didn’t quite know what to do with herself, and Sidney couldn’t tell if it was because of the presence of a stranger, or if she was already feeling some sort of academic guilt for throwing her attention away from her studies for a couple of minutes.

He saw her jaw clench, and at that observation, the thought that maybe he was paying a little bit too much attention to her crossed his mind, so he turned his focus to the cup of coffee. He was beginning to feel its effects; his knee was shaking softly under the table and he could feel an influx of energy spark at his fingertips. Or maybe it wasn’t the coffee at all.

He hadn’t thought about hockey for five minutes.

He saw her turn her face towards him out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up, “What about you? Are you in school, or…?” She trailed off, her eyes skimming over the logo that had flashed itself from the safe and unzipped confines of his hoodie. 

He felt his heart quicken at having been caught, worried that perhaps she’d shout out who he was – if she knew – across the entire cafe. He remained optimistic; she didn’t seem the type.

He cleared his throat, “Not anymore.” For some reason he hesitated. He could play off the logo as merchandise – he could be someone other than Sidney Crosby, the New Rookie of the Pens – or he could be honest. When he looked back at her, there was a challenge in her eyes, and Sidney knew then that she already knew who he was. “I just got drafted to the Pens for my first NHL season.”

She sighed, “Can I tell you something?” 

Sidney furrowed his brows, his mouth tilting down in a smile. He was new to the whole ‘local celebrity’ deal, but this by far, is probably one of the least impressed reactions he’d ever had. She clearly knew he wasn’t in school, but had still taken the kind courtesy to ask him the question, despite the futility of it.

He nodded. 

“I only know one Pens player.” Then she pointed to something out of the window, “That banner has been staring at me every week for the past three months.”

Sidney huffed a laugh, thinking she was joking, but followed her finger anyway. He was immediately faced with a street corner, tens of people walking past each other – he could even make out their voices if he concentrated hard enough, and it took a while to figure out what exactly she was pointing at, until his eyes settled on a billboard at least a block down.

He’d been told that for press reasons, the Pens had come up with the idea of a way of promoting him as a player, and a ‘person of Pittsburgh’, by plastering some action shots of him – still staged – around the city. He’d neglected to look up lately, fearing that if he did, he’d be faced with some images of himself, but he hadn’t escaped that entirely.

The billboard was small, and he wasn’t the only player on there, either, but he saw it nonetheless. 

When he spun back around to look at her once more, the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “There’s two other players, not just me.”

She shrugged, “I was talking about Sergei Gonchar.”

Sidney felt the blush colour from his chest to his cheeks as he slowly put his hands over his face, consumed by humiliation. He felt himself smile into his hands when he heard the girl huff a snicker. He’d had quite a few people as of late kissing up to his ego, and apart from his teammates, she was the first one to really deliver a considerable blow – and he was thankful for that; that at least someone still had the ability to look past who he was and tease him like he was a normal person. He was aware of the irony that lay there.

He gathered himself, unabashedly removing his hands and displaying the creeping blush for her to see, and sticking his hand between them, “Sidney Crosby, rookie center for the Pittsburgh Penguins.”

She rolled her eyes, not commenting on the state of his cheeks, her smile fading slightly but still remaining, “I was joking, I know who you are.” She took his hand in hers, gripping it tightly, “Nat Brooks. Student.”

Sidney swallowed, his blush remaining for other reasons, and pulled his hand away, flexing it under the table, “Is Nat short for anything?”

“Natalia.”

“‘S very pretty.” He mumbled, and she smiled sweetly.

“Sidney’s very pretty, too. It suits you.”

Something clenched in his chest.

[eepywriters]

dating younger quackity? like 2018-2019

.✦°. • Dating younger Quackity ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none^^

a/n: thank u so much for the request! This was super fun to write, took me back to 2019 when I started watching him :D either way hope you enjoy! (Sorry it took so long 😭 life’s been busy)

I feel like he’d be the type to fall in love with his best friend, or generally someone that he knows fairly well

Expect nights spent talking on the phone with him, laughing your asses off at memes and stupid games instead of doing homework

Or endless bike rides around the city, as if you didn’t do that one route million of times

Maybe even little lessons on the basics of boxing (he isn’t a very good teacher though, he’s too afraid to hurt you)

It comes naturally, his heartbeat starts to pick up every time he hears your voice, your laugh, you saying his name ugh

And you won’t stop leaving his mind, you’re always there, in every each one of his thoughts (might as well pay rent at this point)

Have you always sound this pretty?

Have you always been this pretty?

Before he knows it, he’s noticing all the little details that make you, well, YOU

He’s in love.

Fuck.

He wouldn’t know what to do about his feelings, either he ignores them and buries this secret deep into his heart, or, after a scary amount of convincing from his friends, he confronts you with the shyest demeanor you’ve ever seen him wear

Assuming this is one of his first experiences, if not the first, he would be very cautious in his actions, not sure yet about how to handle a relationship, especially if it gets more serious

He wouldn’t talk about being in a romantic relationship for a while, mostly cause he doesn’t like to share his personal life too much, especially when it comes to romance

But is there a teenage boy that doesn’t like to brag about being in a relationship?

Would mention it once, casually, you know, to be cool and all

Like “yeah I have a partner” a little smile to top it off, nothing big, just a bit of something to feel swag

Nobody believed him.

The loud boy who screamed about the president 24/7 having a partner? Yeah nice try kiddo, go back to play your stupid videogames

At some point in his young carrier he got tired about the running joke of you being an illusion

“This is what too much screen time does to a person KEKW” chat would say, haha how funny (if you hadn’t notice, he’s being sarcastic)

As frustrating as it was to battle against hundreds of people on whether HE was in a relationship or not, he’d never ask you to do anything you are uncomfortable in doing

So, even if showing up on stream would probably help with this little problem of his, he’d encourage you to actually think carefully if you want to make an appearance or not

“I do have a partner!” Alex says for what feels like the fiftieth time that evening. He should probably give up, after all who cares if chat doesn’t believe him. He knows the truth and that’s enough. Right?

WRONG.

His credibility, and his pride, are in the way. Plus is he even that bad of a catch for people to think he can’t pull?

His head falls onto his hand, resting there as he lets his thoughts run while the fast stream chat on his monitor lights up his face in various dull colors.

You were sitting on a little chair, not too far away from him, staring at something in your phone. He did feel bad for inviting you over just for him to stream an hour later, but you had always said that you didn’t mind watching him since you liked seeing him do something he enjoyed. As if he didn’t enjoy spending time with you, but fine.

So he put his insecurities aside, most of them being about you possibly not liking his streams, and provided you a chair to at least sit comfortably as he robbed you of your time by going live yet again.

It had been going fairly well: he was checking out some horrible games in Roblox, or rather he had been screaming his lungs out for an hour straight, and of course, when a random kid on Roblox asked him to be his girlfriend, chat got back on their “no relationship, you are a loser” (he knows it’s a long name, he couldn’t come up with anything better okay??) agenda.

Your hand waving in his peripheral vision brought him back from his mind: he hadn’t realized he had zoned out.

He looked at you briefly, almost feeling bad for the worried stare you were giving him. He usually doesn’t feel this defeated after an unserious bickering with chat, but to say that this all situation wasn’t playing with his self-doubts would be lying. He’s fine though, he just feels a little gloomy today.

You turn your head to the side and give him a thumps up, voicelessly asking whether he was fine or not. And he just nods, giving you a little, forced, smile before going back to the bright monitor. He doesn’t like the thought of you being concerned about this. While, admittedly, it does feel nice to have someone worried about him, Alex never quite liked to be a bother to anyone. He could handle this alone.

Then why is his head so heavy? And why does he feel without energy all of a sudden? He just needs to do what he does best: push the pain away and walk forward. But even something as easy as that sounds impossible right now.

Maybe he should end stream.

He’s too lost in his own thoughts to realize you had stood from your chair, steadily approaching his setup. When he realizes what’s going on, it’s too late.

“You don’t-“ before the frantic words can leave his mouth, you were already behind him. You cross your arms down his chest, whilst your head, resting on the top of his beanie, being high enough to not get seen by the webcam.

Many things were going trough Alex’s mind, a lot of them being about how nice it felt being hold by you, but only two words left his lips:

“Who’s got no game now, huh?”.

At that point it would go from chat not believing him to chat teasing him endlessly about him being a simp

You two could do nothing and he would still be accused of it, just because you were there

Is it true? Yeah, but it was nonetheless a bit annoying

He WOULD bully you on stream when the secret is out

Chat: “do you like (Name) or Thanos more? Don’t lie”

“Well…” he’d say, scratching his neck in faux uneasiness.

“Don’t think about it what the fuck!”.

His chat took your relationship quite well, after all the time he wasn’t famous enough to have fans being jealous and obsessing over him

Actually you became kind of an icon of his channel

And he did milk this for content but it’s not like you didn’t encourage him, quite the contrary, so expect videos like “playing Roblox with my partner” or “The best Habbo raid ever w/(Name)”

As sweet as this all can be, we haven’t forgot about his light teasing (borderline bullying) on stream, have we?

Don’t worry, you got back at him with the help of Aksel countless of time, he’d be your partner in crime when it came to bullying Alex

You were watching meme compilations with them on stream, occasionally sharing some little laughs and snarky comments, and, one way or another, you somehow ended up talking about shampoos. Yes, shampoos.

“Honestly, I think 2 in 1 are gross” Alex says, spinning around in his chair while still keeping an eye on the running chat. You were sitting next to him in your usual simple wooden chair that he usually stole from his kitchen. It wasn’t much, and you could feel your thighs getting painted with the hard design of your seat, but it feels very homy, heart warming in its simplicity.

Yet, as comfortable and happy as you felt, you really couldn’t help spatting out the comment that had been dancing dangerously on the tip of your tongue, begging to be freed.

“And what would you know about it you bald fuck”.

Silence filled the room.

.

.

.

You start to grow worried you stepped over the line as you shoot guilty side-glances at him, trying to evaluate whether he was or wasn’t okay with your stupid joke. His spinning was getting gradually slower, and his eyes wide and open jaw came to view.

You’re able to let out a silent sigh of relief as Alex’s face sinks into a, clearly exaggerated, offended pout.

“Have you heard them?? Defend me Aksel what the hell” he cries dramatically, his mindless spinning coming at a halt to stare into the soul of his screen, specifically at the man that is lightly grinning right back at him.

“I mean.. they’re kinda right man..” he mutters in his typical monotone voice, barely holding back an amused snicker.

Alex’s look of betrayal was probably the funniest shit you had seen in a while.

“Why are you two ganging up on a Mexican guy huh??”

“Awww the Mexican card? No better come back??” you laugh smugly, your face screaming “triumph” as he gawks at you.

“You truly found your match” Aksel laughs, adjusting his bucket hat as he leaned down on his office chair.

“Shut the fuck up” he mumbles before looking away from you with a huff.

Oh God does he love you.

Moving on though, these were harsh years for him, so he needs lots of love and support from his partner

I think it’d be too soon to have full on cuddling sessions, but i see him loving your touch, especially if it’s something domestic like a simple hug or a little caress down his back

Not really into PDA either, but he would find comfort in holding your hand whenever he’s tense or even just cold

It’s a reminder you are still by his side despite all of his flaws and insecurities, you chose him

(Ended up being way longer than I intended but had fun :D sorry for the long wait :( I had two very stressing weeks in the middle of writing this)

[theood]

I get why of course but I also really do not care about trying to force people to sign up for rewards and push donations on them and then also force app downloads all to match a quota/set number because some guy in the Big Office said so like. Not to sound like I'm old and hate technology but the fact I've now been on both sides of this 99% of the time I can guarantee you the customer wanted to get out of there 5 minutes ago and nobody likes doing this and if they REALLY wanted to join the rewards program they'd of done it on their own already.

Or.

They're old and ANOTHER app in their name and on their phone is just going to confuse them more. Where I am working now they STOPPED and or are stopping sending out physical coupons like. I don't know who you think your main customers are but not doing mail out coupons for people and or rewards members is making you lose a good chunk of your customers but okay

[sereneres]

“parentz/minyn’s ‘honey mo…” ¹˙⁵

kim minji x 6th member!reader / 1.5k

summary. — “parentz/minyn’s ‘honey moon’, ‘parents’, and ‘divorced’ eras in 7 minutes and 22 seconds.”

warnings. — this is formatted like a youtube video, similar to this by @/jihyoruri / all of the members are in this

🎬 — honeymoon era

“wow.” hanni said, shaking her head in mock disappointment as she clicked her tongue at the sigh before her. “we’re in public, guys, try to have some decency.”

the camera panned to you sitting on minji’s lap, the latter’s head on your shoulder.

[ayo?? 🤨🤨🤨]

“i’m only sitting on her lap, unnie.” you told the girl, exasperated. “and besides, you were sitting on minji-unnie’s lap literally a few minutes ago.”

“yeah, but she wasn’t holding me like that.” the vietnamese pointed at minji’s arms, which were around your waist, and her hands, which were folded on top of your stomach.

[parentz caught in 4k 📸]

“that’s because she kept sliding off.” minji argued, readjusting her hold on you. “she’s taller than you are, hanni, and her pants are more slippery compared to yours.”

“my pants and her pants are literally made out of the same material, unnie.” hanni said, rolling her eyes. “if you’re going to make up an excuse, at least make up a good one.”

“i think it’s less about the pants and more about our height, hanni-unnie.” you said, smiling innocently at the older girl.

“hey, i’m not that short-”

“but you are, unnie – you’re literally the shortest member of our group.”

[yn was not playing around whatsoever 💀]

“just let me pay for it, minji-unnie.”

the older girl scoffed, gently pushing your hand away from the cashier. “as your unnie, yn, i can’t let you do that. let me pay for it.”

[she really used the ‘i’m older’ card lol-]

“this type of thing happens all the time.” hyein commented, shaking her head. “you’d think that one of them would cave and just let the other pay, but that never happens.”

“yah, you guys are holding up the line!” hanni said, gesturing to the growing line behind the group. “hurry it up already!”

[those people do not look happy lmfao]

“why not do do rock paper scissors?” danielle suggested. “whoever loses can pay the next time.”

[danielle is newjeans’ angel, both figuratively and literally]

“alright. rock, paper, scissors-”

you, having closed your eyes, peaked them open to see that minji had picked rock and that you had picked paper.

“ah…”

“woo!” you cheered, turning to the tired-looking cashier and handing him the money. “thank you! sorry for holding up the line!”

[he looks so tired of them 💀]

“i should’ve picked scissors.” minji pouted as the six – seven, including the cameraman – of you walked out the store. you giggled, linking your arms together and resting your head on her shoulder. “don’t be sad, unnie, you can pay next time, like dani-unnie said.”

[ngl, this makes me feel single asf 🫠]

“by the way,” haerin said to the camera, her voice low and barely being picked up by the mic. “it’s not even their money they’re spending. it’s manager-unnie’s.”

[oop- 🫢]

🎬 — parents era

“-and that’s a wrap! good job, yn-ah. you nailed it today.”

“thank you.” you murmur, taking off your headphones. “oh, and before i leave, i’d like to tell you that hyein currently has a cold, so please be patient with her today.”

[aaaaaaaa yn <333]

“yes, i’m aware, minji also told me about her cold while she was here.” your ceo told you, clearly amused.

“ah, she did?” you asked, cheeks flushing a light pink. “she didn’t mention doing so.”

“yes, she did.” the older woman said as she chuckled. “she even told me to be patient as well.”

[hyein’s parents love her so much lol]

“have you guys eaten yet?” (hanni)

“du-du~ bam-bam-baaa~ *insert opera singing here*” (danielle??? in the background)

“…most of them are saying that they have.” (haerin)

“that’s good! it’s almost, like, 8 o’clock right now, so it would be pretty worrying if they haven’t eaten yet. for those who haven’t eaten, make sure you eat something soon!” (danielle)

[danielle is an angel x2]

“‘have you eaten?’”(haerin)

“not yet. we just came back to the dorms like, an hour ago from practice, so…” (danielle)

“we were going to get some take out, but then minji-unnie and yn said that we’ve already gotten take-out three times this week.” (hanni)

“both yn-unnie and minji-unnie are currently in the kitchen making food for us to eat, and hyein is helping them, i think.” (haerin)

[i don’t think i need to say much about this lol]

soon after that, yn also went on an audio live.

“‘you take care of your unnies and younger members so well that they probably think of you as their mom.’ really?”

[yes, really.]

“huh, i never realized i was like that. if anything, i thought you guys would say that about minji-unnie. she’s the one with all the ‘minji being newjeans’ mother’ videos…”

[oh shit, has she seen my videos?? *insert shameless self plug here*]

“anyway, i never saw myself as a ‘mom’ figure to anyone. hyein, maybe, but she’s our maknae, so…”

🎬 — divorced era (which didn’t really last long tbh)

“they’re asking what we did earlier today.” haerin reported, moving back from the camera so that your fans wouldn't just be looking at her eyes and nose throughout the entire live.

“well, we had practice of course,” danielle said, lips pursing as she tried to remember what the six of you had done. “and after that…”

“we went out to eat for the first time in like, months.” hanni finished, smiling cheekily. “it was soooo good.”

“we ate went out to eat just last week, hanni-unnie.” you said, smacking the older girl’s arm playfully. she laughed before jokingly rubbed her arm, mouthing the word ow to the camera.

[hanni and yn, the second tom and jerry of newjeans lol]

“oh, and this was the first time yn-unnie and minji-unnie didn’t argue over the bill!” hyein remarked, scrolling through the comments on her phone. “minji-unnie just gave the money to the cashier and yn-unnie didn’t even say anything.”

[trouble in paradise?]

“oh yeah, that was pretty weird.” hanni said, discretely nudging hyein. “it’s like, never happened before, so we were all pretty surprised.”

“well, there’s always a first time for everything.” danielle murmured quietly, glancing at both yn and minji before saying in a louder voice, “the food was really good though. it was sort of pricey, but good.”

[smooth dani to the rescue.]

“man, we saw so many binky light sticks at the music show,” hanni said, sighing happily. “we really enjoyed seeing you guys there, and i hope you guys managed to get some of the gifts we gave out!”

“oh, someone asked, ‘what gifts?’.” danielle said, pointing at the comment on her phone and showing yn and haerin, who were sitting beside her. “yn-ssi, why don’t you tell us about the gifts hanni-nim was talking about?”

amused, you decided to play along, even going so far as to grab your water bottle and place it under your mouth as if it were a mic.

“well, danielle-nim, the gifts hanni-nim was talking about are distributed at a certain location near the venue of our music shows.” you say, picking up your phone. “and if you follow our twitter, newjeans-underscore-ador, you will get tweets on where these locations are, like this one.”

you raise your phone to the camera, showing off the tweet that had been posted that morning.

“…what kind of broadcast is this?” hyein asked from behind the two of you, staring judgementally at you and danielle.

you both laugh, startling haerin which made the two of you laugh harder. behind you, minji was spaced out, a undiscernible look in her eyes. hanni sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder with a sympathetic look on her face.

[there is no heterosexual explanation for either of those actions lmfao]

“moving on,” you say, pulling your phone back as your laughter gradually turned into giggles. “hanni-unnie is right. seeing all your binky light sticks really made my day!”

“‘they looked like hearts’.” haerin read out loud before nodding her agreement. “they did look like hearts – tiny, colorful, glowing hearts.”

“hearts…” you repeat, mindlessly raising your hand and creating half of a heart with it. instead of completing the heart with her own hand as she normally did, though, all minji did was stare at it blankly.

[oh- that’s not good.]

fortunately, haerin noticed your hand awkwardly hanging in the air and shifted towards you subtly, looking at the camera as she moved her hand to yours to complete the heart.

you smile at her thankfully, though it's obvious that you were a little upset by minji’s actions, or rather, a lack thereof.

[ㅠㅠ]

🎬 — and here's a bonus clip of just the two of them talking about their ‘divorce’ lol

“some people are asking about our… divorce??” (yn)

“we had a divorce?… wait, we were married????” (minji)

[am i the only person who thinks minji asking that was funny?]

“i think it’s our ship name, unnie. y’know, ‘parentz’?” (yn)

“oh yeah, that… why are they saying we got a divorce??” (minji)

“apparently, we looked upset with each other last week during the live.” (yn)

“ah, yeah, last week…” (minji)

“sorry guys, we can't talk about it too much ‘cuz it was pretty personal and not something we’d like to share, but don’t worry. we weren't angry at each other or anything, minji-unnie was just worried about me.” (yn)

“worried is an understatement.” (minji)

“anyway, as i said, don't worry. minji-unnie and i are perfectly fine now!” (yn)

“describe ‘perfectly fine’.” (minji)

“…”

“okay, okay, sorry, honey, i won’t joke about it again, stop glaring at me like that.” (minji)

“…”

“*ahem* moving on…” (minji)

[lol someone’s sleeping on the couch tonight – AND DID YOU CATCH WHAT MINJI SAID?? ‘honey’?!? anyway, thank you for watching, make sure to like and subscribe, and i’ll see you next time <3]

previous. / pairz. / next.

[murdrdocs]

delusions are fun sometimes. SMUT 17+ based on this

for @drewstrkeys

‘a little something for when ur alone.’

who knew those oddly ominous words from rafe would’ve brought you to this: laid in a guest bedroom late at night, surrounded by darkness with only the barely there light of your phone illuminating the bedroom.

you were on your back, one hand beneath the covers and the other holding your phone above your face. a few seconds ago, you clicked play on the video attachment and instantly reached over for one of your airpods.

because in the video, referenced as ‘a little something’, was your boyfriend, rafe cameron, jacking off to the thought of you.

“fuck, i miss you so much, baby.” his voice was low, hushed, and breathy. each syllable was punctuated by the wet slide of his hand around his cock.

just a minute ago, at the start of the video, the harsh sound of rafe spitting in his hand came through your phone speaker. and like pavlov’s dog, your legs spread and your hand found it’s way under your sleep shorts and to your already salivating cunt.

“wish you were here. your hand, your perfect pussy, your mouth.” rafe groaned from his own doing and you watched as his hips pushed up into his own hand.

you’d only been gone for a few days, and you hadn’t expected rafe to act like this in your absence. you knew the effect you had on your boyfriend, but never to this extent. your ego inflated as your fingers began to circle your clit.

rafe continued to groan as his hand pumped just a little bit faster around his dick. without much thought behind it, you matched your movements to his. your hand wrapped around your phone to turn the volume up, just so you could clearly hear the breaths that he took.

you jumped whenever rafe’s groans were silenced by the chime of your phone.

‘touch urself.’

it mentally pained you to do so, but you swiped down on the text, interrupting the video, to respond.

‘i am’ your phone shook as you typed.

rafe’s response came sooner than you expected.

‘good girl’

completely coincidental, rafe’s text came at a time whenever he murmured the same praise over the video. as if he knew you would be touching yourself, or as if he was imagining you getting him off. both scenarios made your legs spread.

“you’re so good for me, sweetheart. my good girl.” his breath was quickening. his large hand began to focus on his tip, his thumb running along the head, collecting the precum to slide it halfway down his shaft before coming back up.

there was a whine to his voice now, barely there, and you probably wouldn’t have heard it if your headphones weren’t lodged deep in your ear and the volume wasn’t all the way up. but you did hear it. you could barely control your own moans now, biting your lip to keep your sounds muffled while you stuffed your fingers into your cunt.

“you’re mine, right? i own that pussy, yeah?” you nodded, your eyes pinching shut for only a few milliseconds at a time as you attempted to avoid missing anything.

“and … fuck—“ rafe began to stutter a bit, a sign that he was close. he said your name, a soft plea, or maybe an admission of something you weren’t sure of yet. either way, the sound of the syllables against his tongue made that feeling find a home low in your belly.

“‘m close,” you’d never heard rafe sound this desperate before. but you’d also never seen him jerk off before. your eyes began to close as you reached your peak too, steadily approaching the top, anticipating the arrival and the fall after.

“im yours,” rafe said. your eyes opened, finding the way his hand sped up around his dick. “im yours, baby.” he repeated the two words like a mantra as he came around his hand, his voice cracking as he finished, a louder-than-expected groan punctuating the admission.

even as he came, he continued to pump, twisting his hand around to spread the white ropes.

the sight paired with your fingers stuffed inside of you brought you to your climax. your back arches, your eyes shut, and your mouth falls open with your breaths.

it takes you a second to come down, and once you do, you hear rafe making a kiss sound over the video before it ends. without much care, you wipe your hand clean on your shorts and roll over while you click out of the video and back into yours and rafe’s chat.

‘ur the best’

‘i know

pay me back tmrw’

[spdrvyn]

I loved your post about Miguel x autistic reader and I really want more pleease

overwhelmingly peaceful

summary: you found your place in spider society, but that didn't take away from the fact that it can get intensely noisy. you don't hesitate to turn to where you know for sure you'll be safe.

tags: fluff. suggestive joke/s. autistic reader. reader is gender neutral. hobie's here too i guess. author doesn't know how to write british slang.

notes: i'm really glad that you guys enjoyed the autistic reader drabbles i posted so i'm more than happy to write this request! projecting even more in this one, thank you for letting me self-indulge <3

The mere existence of The Spider Society was always enough to astound you. You thought that people didn't Miguel enough credit for basically building the place from the ground up, not to mention how many times he's had to travel to different universes to recruit all different kinds of Spider-People.

Of course, you were more than honored to be one of those people. There was a very good chance that you just got lucky to be on his team, Miguel caught you in that one moment where your abilities were at their peak and your light was really shining through. Luck or skill, you didn't care. This was the result of it, you were content with that.

Unfortunately, the society has its downsides. Considering the sheer amount of spiders that pass through, the hustle and bustle is too hard to ignore. You can't exactly carry around headphones every time you're there because where would you leave them just in case you'd be tasked to another mission? So you just tried to avoid the noisiest places, even then, it's hard to get any semblance of quiet.

"Oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, as you silently glared at the cafeteria table next to you. Charisma was just a natural trait to any spider, with that came very boisterous laughter from other people too. Surely, they were nice people, but in front of your salad? Really?

"You good, mate?" Hobie intervened, he leaned his head to the side to get a better look at your face, a small grin came onto his features. "Lads beside you 've always been that noisy. Can get them to shut their traps if you want."

An inaudible sigh left your lips as you shook your head, combing the hair out of your face. You gazed down at your untouched food for a moment, you liked hanging out with Hobie. He understood you and he was funny, but you weren't quite sure if you could handle being in an environment like this right now.

"No, no- it's fine." He raised a brow at your lie. "Okay, it's not. But you don't have to do that for me," you picked up your small take-out box of salad and juice, "The canteen is just too much right now for me, sorry."

Hobie shrugged, picking up a fry and expertly throwing into his mouth. "No problem, always got my drummer to bother. You going to hang with your boyfriend now, eh?" His smile turned more cheeky and you stared at him meanly to take away from the fact that your cheeks warmed at his comment.

You huffed and stomped away, "Oi, you didn't deny that!"

Miguel's office (a.k.a man cave) was dark and decrepit. For some odd reason, also liked a smell of any kind. You designated each area of the headquarters with a scent, but his area lacked any of the sort which you enjoyed. Not to mention, silent.

It wasn't like he really allowed any loud noise anyway, he had a strange list of items that were prohibited from entering his corner. Bells, blenders, on occasion, phones but that was from one time Gwen forgot to shut her alarm off and she got a small lecture on being considerate because the acoustics caused every sound that passed through to reverberate and increase in volume.

That means it would only make sense for Miguel to also hear your footsteps from a mile away, his platform already lowered for you to hop on and he's hunched over his desk. Sparks fly (not just from the sight of him, I swear) from the spot that he worked on and if you're not mistaken, there's a band wrapped around his head which meant he was wearing goggles.

You set your lunch tray down on the one empty spot on his desk before approaching slowly, you bend down to rest your hand on his shoulder and to lean your head against his. "What are you working on now, beautiful?"

Miguel put down the small soldering tool and took off his goggles, putting the freshly made panel closer to his eyes. "People submitted suggestions to make the wrist devices less bulkier," he blindly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his thigh as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Why are you here?"

"I'm an assassin, I've come to take your life." You spoke lowly, ominously. When Miguel doesn't turn to face you, you pout. "The noise in the cafeteria is overwhelming," you shift and properly situate yourself on his lap.

"I was just about to head out for lunch," Miguel sighed, before placing the panel in a small container.

"So... back to the cafeteria? People are sure to go speechless from catching a look at you," you joke, but there's a somber fry in your voice that he doesn't ignore. His warm breath tickled your neck as he pressed brief pecks down the column of your throat, the low hum he let out vibrating against your skin. "Are you that hungry, hermoso?"

"What I meant was," he paused, brushing more hair out of your face, properly tucking it behind your ear. "I was going to head up to my place for lunch. Where there's no people?"

You breathe a small 'ohhh' and Miguel chuckled, "That checks out, actually." You nodded. "Obviously there's no people, would've been weird to have anyone there two nights ago when we–"

"Okay, that's enough." Miguel cut you off, nearly smiling from ear to ear. "Get your lunch, mi sol."

"My hero."

[whatifwekissedatneocity]

call me maybe

next door neighbour nakahara chuuya x reader. reader is gn (gender neutral). neighbour au

about: chuuya moved into your city for his three months long mission and chose to settle in the vacant apartment beside yours.

kiel notes: i wrote this with what it’d be like to have chuuya as a neighbour hcs in mind. might do a continuation 😉

the moving truck pulls up outside your house, and you take a peek. is it a new neighbour? it had been months since someone occupied the vacant apartment beside yours. you were curious to see who moved in, and, lord, you have never laid your eyes on such a handsome man before. your new neighbour had ginger hair, which was covered by his porkpie hat. he was a little short, though, but it didn’t matter. he wore a suit, and you thought he might be a salaryman or someone rich. why would someone rich move into your humble neighbourhood? your curiosity peaked.

fast forward to the next few weeks, and you notice some things about your neighbour.

his name was nakahara chuuya. you introduced yourself after you showed up at his door with food as a welcome gift. he only gave his name with a small nod before closing his door. nakahara chuuya.. that’s a pretty name, you thought. a pretty name for a pretty boy.

chuuya does light workouts in his room, which you (un)fortunately see all the time. his room is directly across your window. you didn’t mean to stare, but maybe god granted you a chance to peek. after cramming an essay, you stretched your arms out, exhaling a sigh. in your peripheral vision, you could see chuuya working those weights with a black compression shirt that hugged his toned biceps. heat rose to your cheeks when you realised you looked a little longer than you intended. it felt wrong to stare—so wrong that you had to close your blinds.

chuuya blasts rock music during his workouts. you never knew he was one to jam out to mötley crüe and visual kei, but now you know because it happens so often. so often that it’s getting a little unbearable, and you might have to show up at his doorstep (to tell him to lower the volume). maybe this would give you a chance to know more about him, because you’re not one to make a police report about noise pollution, he’s pushing the limits. you’re so close to hurling your headphones across the window for him.

chuuya is surprisingly popular with the elderly in your neighbourhood. you saw him carrying grocery bags for the old widow, who lives two houses down the block. the next day, he was playing chess with the old man who lives beside his apartment. and the day after, he was helping another old lady’s community garden. soon, the elderly all flock towards him, chatting away and giving him a pat on the shoulder. he makes good son-in-law material, it seems. how did someone so sweet move in next to you?

also, the amount of time you've seen chuuya shirtless through the window is more than you’d like to admit. it was always after his workouts that he came back into his room with only sweatpants on and a towel around his neck. his slightly toned body was on full display. he looked lean on the outside— but shirtless? the definition of sleeper build.

“the fuck..” you cursed under your breath, and your cheeks grew hot with shame. as much as this guilty pleasure of accidentally peeking into his window haunts you, you would risk your life to do a double take. after all, having nakahara chuuya move in next to you, who wouldn’t go batshit insane?

you still don’t know much about chuuya though. you’ve talked to him a few times and seen him a few times at the supermarket at godly hours; that’s about it. you know he worked late often, from the way his house is always dark until his room window lights up at midnight on certain days.

tonight, you decided to confront him about the noise pollution by sticking a post-it note on your window. it wrote, “lower down your volume plz. update me if you have already at 127-XXXXX.”

you only hope that he sees the post-it with your number on it when he opens his blinds the next day.

[shuniverse]

Hi <3 I was wondering if you can write something fluffy with Jisung where you visit him at the studio and you end up sitting on his lap kissing and hugging him while he’s making beats and he ends up leaving his work and returning the affection x

kisses and music ,, h.js

🧷 aww I love this idea <3 ty for the ask! I love fluffy jisung works xx

🎐 no warnings this is all pure fluff <3 ;;

;;

You’re lonely, that’s all you can really think about at the moment. And so, being alone in yours and Jisung’s shared apartment, you decide to go visit him at the studio.

After the hassle of finding your shoes, getting your keys, and getting out the door, you hop in your car and drive off to the JYPE building.

The drive doesn’t take too long, and you’re rushing out of your car to scramble into the building, jogging up the stairs to the studio where Jisung is. You assume Chan or Changbin is in there with him, but that’s fine. Just more company, right?

Finally, somewhat breathless, you reach the studio, softly knocking.

No answer.

Weird, you think, why wouldn’t he answer?

You knock again, a bit more firm. Still, no answer.

Giving up knocking, realizing they might not have heard you or they have their headphones on, you open the door and peak inside the studio.

You don’t see the familiar muscular frames of Chan or Changbin on the couch. You peak your head in more, looking around to the chair and desk, and there he is.

Han Jisung, in all his beautiful glory.

You smile, and walk into the room. Walking over to him, you gently put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing it.

He startles a bit, but relaxes, realizing that it’s you. He turns his head around, smiling at you, taking off his headphones and setting them down, before swiveling his chair and wrapping you in his arms.

“Hey, jagi-ya.” You smile at the petname, petting his hair back and kissing his forehead.

“Hi, baby.”

He looks up at you with those pretty brown eyes. “What brings you here, honey?”

You sigh. “I was lonely at home, Sungie. You weren’t there while I was watching my favorite movie.”

He giggles at your little pout. “Aw, well that’s alright jagi, I’m here now!”

You smile at his enthusiasm, poking his cheeks. “Can I sit with you?”

“Is that even a question?? Of course you can!”

You giggle, before maneuvering to sit on his lap. He blushes a little, before shaking his head. “Silly baby.” He gently rubs your waist before puckering his lips.

You laugh and make a big scene of kissing him, before pulling away with a little mwah.

He laughs. “Alright, jagi, papa’s gotta go to work.”

You cringe, grinning. “Never call yourself papa ever again.”

He smiles. “Love you jagi.”

You sigh, and rest your head on his shoulder, and he places his headphones back on to work on his beats.

After 10 minutes of comfortable silence, only filled by Jisung’s little hmphs and the tapping and clicking of his keyboard, you get bored. He hasn’t really been giving you much affection, and that’s the whole reason you wanted to come.

So, you wrap your arms around him and start peppering little kisses on his cheeks and jaw.

He whines playfully, moving a side of his headphones away from his ears, that way he can still hear the music but also you. “Jagi-yaaa what are you doing?”

“Miss you, Sungie.”

“But I’m right here?”

You whine, and lift your head up to pout at him, which he finds adorable. “I want kisses, Sungie. Can you take a break from your work, just for a bit?”

He sighs. “But jagi, I’m making a really cool track and-“ He’s cut off by you kissing him, then all over his face, wrapping your arms around him.

He whines, before signing and giving in. “Okay, okay, I’ll take a break.”

You giggle, clapping your hands in a little triumph, before cupping his face. He smiles and takes his headphones off all the way, setting them on the holder of his desk. He wraps his arms around you. “It’s a good thing you’re cute, jagi.”

You roll your eyes. “You love me anyways.” You press a kiss to his nose.

“That, indeed I do, baby.” He pulls you close, and presses little loving kisses on your cheeks and jaw, a couple on your neck that make you giggle.

“I think we should just stay like this, Sungie.”

He nods, humming softly. It’s a cute little tune you love, and you rest your head on his shoulder, your grip holding him as close as possible.

He kisses your head, rubbing your back. “I love you, jagi.”

“I love.. you too, Sungie.” You yawn in between your words, snuggling your head into the base of his neck, inhaling is warm scent.

You sit like that for a while, happy, holding each other close.

You never want to leave it, and you don’t even realize you both have dozed off until you hear giggling from the door, stirring you awake, you swivel your head, and see Chan and Changbin, waving quickly, before turning on the leds (that Chan put in), and turning off the main lights, letting you too sleep peacefully. You tiredly wave as the two men leave, and you snuggle back into Jisung’s neck.

Dozing off again, you’re comfortable enveloped in the embrace of your lover.

;;

hope you enjoyed! I love writing for the skz boys it brings me much joy

feel free to like/reblog, I appreciate it! stay safe y’all <3

[generationlossupdates]

GenLoss Episode 3: The Choice

Yall know the drill by now ^_^ I've bolded the most important bits for those who want to skim, and I'm putting it all under the cut to avoid dash clutter. If I'm missing anything important/messed up a specific detail PLEASE let me know so I can fix it, thanks!

The screen turns on, multiple error signs flashing before a drone camera turns on, showing different areas of the Showfall Media Headquarters. It switches to Ranboo, where he rips the dynamite attached to his neck. He walks up to the camera and asks the audience whats happening. As the can’t see chat, he gets no answer and suddenly we can hear H. They explain to Ranboo that they now have control of some of the facility, but still need to shut it down. They need Ranboo to get to the server room in order to take complete control.

Ranboo is panicked and attempts to take the mask off, when H tells him he can't yet, or else the entire operation will go up in flames. They also use the mask to communicate Ranboo. He begins to travel, needing to hide from Showfall agents with Squiggle masks. Ranboo peaks at different areas he'd been in, realizing that what happened was actually real. H confirms as such. He spots an exit and attempts to leave, wanting to call the police but H tells him he can't and to keep going. Ranboo doesn’t want to but H suddenly changes his story, saying the others are in fact still alive, and Ranboo (reluctantly) obliges. He goes down the escalator and when he nears a glowing blue mall room, a metal machine with a TV head runs to glass and starts to slam on it. Ranboo panics and H says its just security.

He keeps moving and makes it to the server room. It turns out he needs a keycard in order to get in. Ranboo keeps going, finding an office full of people with Squiggle masks. He seems apprehensive to enter but H says they're 'mostly harmless' as long as he doesn't do anything too entirely out of the ordinary. He has to get a keycard, a USB drive, and a code. He gets the keycard with ease but struggles to find the USB. After a few minutes of searching he finds the USB, and now has to find the code. After a bit more searching he finds 4 different codes and leaves the office.

Ranboo returns to the server room and enters with the items he collected. H says to be careful and to plug in the USB. They need to put in a code to the computer, though it’s unclear which code is correct. H gives chat the choice to pick which code to use. Ranboo is instantly unhappy with this, and instead of going with chat's pick, he chooses a different code and unfortunately it’s not the right one. The server shuts down and security gets upped, forcing H to leave. The facility blares and everything flashes red. Ranboo runs away, trying to avoid the Showfall puppets. 

Suddenly he hears voices coming from the former food court. He finds random streamers, though they cant hear him. He spots Charlie (WHO IS ALSO LIVE ON HIS OWN STREAM ON HIS OWN CHANNEL) and runs up to him. He pulls his headphones off and Charlie breaks out of the illusion, seeming incredibly confused. Ranboo screams at Charlie and tells him that they have to GO. They look for a directory, and after finding one Charlie looks behind the stand and finds a dead Showfall agent. They look over and Ranboo spots the 'security' (the metal TV head machine). They panic and run, starting to get chased by Showfall agents. They hide in a messed up props area and Ranboo picks up a knife while Charlie begs for an explanation. Ranboo says that he doesn’t have one and they go through the exit door in the room, winding back up where Charlie has been streaming. 

They leave running towards an exit before Showfall agents start chasing them. They wind up running through the rooms of the episode 2, slowing down for a moment before more agents come pouring in. They run down a hallway and turn into a small room where they find H.

H has been stabbed and tells them both that he won't make it. They explain Ranboo needs to finish the job by hitting the kill button and hands them a map. Ranboo stares at H’s body before turning and storming off, entirely in his own mind. Charlie rambles behind him, though his words can’t be made out. Ranboo walks right up to a Showfall agent and stabs them directly in the stomach before continuing the search.

Ranbooo and Charlie find their way back to the set of the cabin from the first episode, and Security jumps out, attacking Charlie. Before he dies he screams out for Ranboo to hit the kill button. Showfall agents begin to pour in as Ranboo runs for the button. He hits the button and everything goes dark, shutting off for good. Ranboo walks through the rows of deactivated agents, heading towards the genuine exit door. He opens it, and right before he goes through he does a Truman Show style bow, revealing H behind him. His mask, for the first time in this episode, turns back to a glowing red and H drags him through the door.

Everything fades to black and when we come back, Ranboo is chained up (Jesus on the Cross style), with his head being in a box, in front of lots of TVs. His mask is slightly broken as well and we hear H. H congratulates Ranboo, saying he completed the experiments. H explains that they never died and that the founder gave them a purpose to create these experiments to find people ‘worthy’ of joining the cast and living (and performing in the future shows) forever. Ranboo begs to be let go as his mask flashes on and off. H goes on to say that Ranboo’s actions we’re entirely his own, and that Ranboo can join the cast. They say that we (the audience) can even decide Ranboo’s fate. The chat gets to vote whether to let him live or die. In the last 30 or so seconds, Ranboo begins to beg and plead to be killed.

The vote ends and H flickers onto the screen, announcing that the chat chose death. The box around Ranboo’s head clamps shut, killing him, and the credits roll. After they end, the screen slowly pans out to show a tv, and a gloved hand pulling out a tape from the TV, labeled ‘TSE’ (The Social Experiments). The hand places the tape back on a shelf, where 7 other blank tapes sit, and the stream ends.

[slasher-dasher]

Could I possibly request some of the slashers with a fem autistic s/o (bubba, Thomas rz Michea,stu you can others if you want I just love those 4) only if you feel comfortable writing

P. S asking because I have austim and I don't see much hc or writing about it

(Anon you asked for almost all of the slashers I hc as autistic :D)

Slashers With An Autistic S/O (Fem)

︶꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba likes watching you stim, especially when you're happy/excited. Sometimes he joins you!

Does his best to pick out good clothes for you, especially if he thinks you'll like the fabric or pattern

He keeps headphones nearby for you. His chainsaw revving is soothing to him, but he knows it's not soothing for everyone else

Help him with his makeup! It will make him very happy, but you very messy-

He tries his best to give you access to safe-foods, much to his brothers' distaste since you and Drayton are likely the only ones who can go into town to prep for them

Thomas Hewitt:

He'll listen to you talk about your hyperfixations for hours at a time, often taking notes or stopping what he's doing to let you know he's interested

Velociraptor hands? Velociraptor hands. He does this a lot, especially if you do it too

Also likes watching you stim, but rarely joins you. He's much more of a watcher than anything

Asks Luda Mae to get you perfumes that he knows you'll like, and makes sure they're all from the same brand for consistency

You have safe foods in the house. There is no debate, Tommy will make sure of it.

RZ!Michael Myers:

Very mindful of any sensory issues you may have. If you don't like it, it doesn't stay in the house

You two have a system to communicate if you're nonverbal. He doesn't mind whether you're verbal, semi-verbal, or nonverbal though since he doesn't talk at all, as long as he knows you're okay he's content

He makes intense eye contact because Dr. Loomis told him it was important. He might try and have you make eye contact too, so be prepared for sudden chin grabs from him if he wants you to know he's listening

You never have to worry about reading his face because it's always the same expression (both mask off and on), he's much more of a body language person than a facial expressions person

Sometimes he'll bring home nice dresses, skirts, and blouses for you to try on, any you don't like end up at someone else's doorstep. Don't ask where or how he gets them-

Stu Macher:

Stu is so ADHD coded, you two bounce off of each other well

A common date setting for you two is laying on the couch while a movie plays and talking through the entire thing. Usually he points out the little details and you predict the entire plot of the movie (and are right)

He has a TON of stim toys in several bins around the house, so you have plenty of freedom to pick and choose what you need, when you need it

He's an open-book, so you don't have to look for any arbitrary social cues from him. Just ask him to clarify if you're confused about anything

You need somewhere to calm down? His room is the best place to go. It's got blankets (weighted and comfy), headphones, snacks, stress toys, extra clothes, anything you can think of he has stocked for you

Billy Lenz:

If you have any verbal stims be prepared for his echolalia to repeat them, it's a vicious cycle in the sorority

Come to the attic! It's nice and quiet, and no one but you two can get in. He makes sure of it.

"Pretty... pretty... pretty" is a common phrase when he sees you, especially if you're all dressed up

Billy is very touchy, like no boundaries touchy, usually when he's understimulated is when this is at its peak though

He also has a biting stim, often grabbing your hand like he's just going to hold it and then chomping down wherever he can reach, so you have to cover some bite marks

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

in celebration of the finale: my top 5 moments from each only friends character so far

*top moments here means moments that had me screaming at my laptop like the leo meme*

5. "i don't have to be his number 1 but he must not hate me"

this was a banger line. im not gonna super analyze it here but what a fucking sentiment to hold. especially revisiting this after episode 9 where he wants to be with boston but is hesitant to be his boyfriend (he doesnt have to love me but he cant hate me)

4. kiss him!

nick in this episode was so funny. like i was caught between the way he grabs bostons arms to lead him up the stairs and this but the way the actors voice cracks, i think about it everyday. nick being the number 1 sandrayist is so important to me actually.

3. every scene he has in this bar

like we have "then ill call you daddy". we have the "i love you for who you are". we have the picking up atom. we have the lecturing atom. (also we apparently are gettting a boeing incounter?!?!??!). just peak nick moments happening in this location

2. "im nasty too"

yes you fucking are you freak baby. i remember after the episode aired a lot of people were like "awww he thinks hes a bad boy" and i get that sentiment but also he is the wildest character imo. like he had just wiretapped bostons car, and right before that he excitedly told ton about the surveillance gear in his possession. he listened to topboston fucking in real time and watched. he'd just invited top into his home, met him face to face for the first time, and apparently catologued his look to stea.l he listens to the fucking recording in bed with his lil headphones on, also he plays it out loud to his roommate. we're introduced to this character who is a little nerdy but also goes through his clients phones and jerks off to their photots? hes in love with an asshole and likes that hes an asshole. he plots revenge on atom on behalf of boston and is central in the plan like, he is even nastier than boston but is so cute about it everyone forgets until it fucks them over. 10/10 character moment

1. wiretapping bostons car

do i condone this behaviour? hard no but this list isn't about morals. like i would be lying if i said it didn't have me screaming cause ?!?!?!? like if my freak baby couldn't get anymore freaky he at least could get more criminal I GUESS???? also ive chosen specifically him standing sadly in the rain because its like "oh poor guy had his heart broken :( look at this sad man with his satchel :(" until i realized (and this isn't said but i think its implied) hes listening to them fucking as well as watching?!?!!? i say this cause you only see those headphones come out when hes gaming or listening to that fucking audio recording. also keeping it in his phone as "that car" hilarious. also him playing it out loud for sand!?!?!?!?! crying. unreal moment i couldn't believe what was happening

[judgementdaysunshine]

Can I please request headcanons for Bruce, Damian, and Dick walking in on their female S/O dancing while a close friend of hers plays music?

Here are the results my lovey! 😘

Dick

He was out on a mission with his team and got dinner on his way back hearing the music shaking his head while smiling knowing he'll catch you singing in the bedroom or shower but his breath gets taken away when he walks in

He had seen you dance a little but boy was he taken away watching you dance while your friend also your niece playing music as you let the beat and rhythm flow through you as the song played

As soon as the song ended you noticed him standing in the doorway in shock making you believe he had just walked in when he had in fact watched the whole dance from beginning to end without you or your niece knowing at all

After you and your niece hug and say bye you and Dick watch tv while having dinner "You should dance more often when I'm around" you scoff hitting his chest while laughing and he wraps his arm around your waist

Damian

He had woken up to eat after getting back from patrol and falling asleep in bed with you

He knew you danced quite a bit but he hadn't seen you dance but didn't think that was why music in the next room was playing thinking you were either across from the next room showering or just cooking and had music playing for background noise

But he was stunned when he cracked the door a few inches and peaked out seeing you dancing to the music while your friend played the music watching you as well

He watched the dance until it ended closing the door quietly and changed into loose clothes while you and your friend said bye following her to the front door locking it after she leaves showering and then going into the bedroom

He quietly lays in bed waiting for you while you dried off and got in pajamas quietly getting next to him and getting in his arms as you get under the covers and wrap your arms around his back

As you were falling asleep he leans forward kissing your forehead while rubbing the back of your head giving a small smile while he looks at you "You should show me more of your dancing" you would have questioned him had you not been so tired and instead fell asleep leaving the questions till morning

Bruce

He only knew that you started dancing when you were a teenager but thought it was only during those times and thought that you didn't do it as much because you worked and we're rarely by yourself

But he got the surprise of his life when he walked in the batcave after a mission to see you in your hero suit dancing to music playing through your headphones while Tim mindlessly used the bat computer behind you

He just stands and watches as you calmly dance without a care in the world knowing that tim didn't mind and that he wouldn't tell anyone not knowing at all of bruce watching you

Soon you finished and grabbed a drink while bruce walks and stands by tim while you put your headphones up and wait for him to get back

You jumped a little when you came back in the room only to see bruce standing right next to tim as he talks to him about tomorrow night's patrol while you finished your drink and listen to tim ramble about some random info for the case you were currently working

Later on as the two of you change in your shared bedroom and hide your suits in the very back of your closet and getting in the bed and as you turn the lamp off you hear bruce say "I'd say I'm an even more lucky man after seeing you dance in the cave earlier" you turn a bright red as you lay down and he spoons you from behind

[dreamsofminnie]

Pairing -> Alhaitham x Reader

Summary -> You go on an evening date with Alhaitham looking over Sumeru city from a distance. A small camp hidden in the hills of foliage where you enjoy each others presence away from busy work. They show their adoration with words in the 20+ languages they learned together.

Notes -> Used google for translations so they might be incorrect sorry. I wanted to do 20 languages but I don’t know what other languages would fit his persoanlity. Also this can be modern au or genshin theme, they both fit well. This is my first fic on tumblr, praydge.

Word count -> 1,023

“Alhaitham’s eyes narrowed, this has now become a love language contest. A contest that has transpired over the 2 years, 10 months, and 30 days together.”

Alhaitham always loved working with you beside him. He seems to work much better with you than alone nowadays. Alhaitham without a lover from the past would be bewildered by not working in solitary. Like he had used to.

Besides work and studies, they enjoyed the many joys of life. You dragging him to those activities that is. Hiking has been both your favorite so far. Reaching the peak of the hills was the best part of it. The view of the city and villages is ethereal. Light of every house glimmering from the nests of your feet from the cliff. You hand in his while you stared down below, enchanted. And his gaze enraptured by you.

“Tell me, why you are so needy today?” Alhaitham scribbles notes nonstop while the other hand is around your waist but holding his book. You grumble adjusting yourself in his lap.

“We haven’t gone on a date in so long. And you terribly need a break.”

You caress the space under his eye while giving him light pecks on his cheek. Alhaitham subtlety leans into your touch. Eyes flickering to you with slight cresses to his eyebrows at how much a distraction you can be when in need of his affection.

A sigh escapes his lips, that you quickly pecked away, as he closes his books and puts down his pen. “What have you planned then, ...mi amor?” Alhaitham was very bad with affection when you both started dating. It took him 6 months to initiate hand holding let alone saying ‘i love you.’ He prefers to show his affection through words in many other languages. And he has gotten better at appreciating every part of you. He pressed his forehead to yours, fingers busy drawing diamond shapes into the fabric on your hips. It sent shivers down your spine which he noted how you shook.

Mi Amor (Spanish: My love)

You beam a bright smile and shot a quick whistle. A beautiful silver falcon darted in and landed on Alhaithams head. He flapped his wings in Haithams face, however careful of swatting your face.

“This bird has foul human tendencies. Awful jealousy and obsession.” Alhaitham grabbed the bird by the wing and dangled him while he cawed in frustration. You stood up while they did that and grabbed a large bag turning to them with enthusiasm and glee. “Hiking, mon chéri” The two tense human and bird looked at you, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Mon Chéri (French: My dear)

🌵

The sky painted the sky hue after hue in reds-oranges and blues-purples. Stars were rushing in glimmering against the heavens. The trees shook with the billowing winds light enough against your body. Soft enough for leaves drift and flutter around, while some crunched beneath your shoes. A long inhale of the crisp air sent both your moods much lighter as you held hands all throughout the hike. His fingers subconsciously stroking your knuckles which melts your insides from how he can be so unknowingly loving towards you.

You had asked him to ditch his soundproof headphones—which he did not hesitate to do since he was going to take a much needed break with you—and now you were admiring his supple ears. Very much sensitive since he covers them all the time, just not too often with you around. He loves the way you would kiss his ears when he would read to you, your ears listening to his lips but his ears buried in your kisses. If Alhaitham ever blushes, it would be the base of his neck.

Sitting a few feet from the cliff edge but enough to gape at the view, the small picnic campsite proved to fit both figures in the beauty of nature. An open tent, enough to give you shelter and also letting you look above and see the stars. Your falcon chose to be on patrol, though occasionally butting in the romantic moments which unnerved Alhaithm from further touches with you.

Your laughs when the tension between the two occur makes it worth the barrage of bird attacks he gets, as long as you are happy.

When the sweet silence fell and stargazing commenced, adoration induced his system, his hand shifting to your cheek while you adjust yourself to gaze at your lover, both laying down in the tent. “Ana ouhibouk.” If your eyes can soften even more than now, they doubled 100 times more.

(Arabic: I love you) انا احبك

“Mahal kita.” You placed your hand atop of his, stroking on of his digits.

Mahal kita (Filipino: I love you)

Alhaitham’s eyes narrowed, this has now become a love language contest. The love language that you both shared, displaying your affection in the 20+ languages learnt together. A contest that has transpired over the 2 years, 10 months, and 30 days together.

“Timi ra timi nai.” He pulled your waist closer eyes lidded drunk on your affection.

(Nepali: You and you only) तिमी र तिमी नइ

“Pragmatiká ómorfos.” Your fingers teased and prodded his ears, seeing his neck burn red your smugness increased.

(Greek: Truly handsome) πραγματικά όμορφος

“lumina vieții mele.” He lower his hand down to steady your neck and pushed your foreheads together.

lumina vieții mele (Romanian: Light of my life)

“Người duy nhất có thể yêu tôi là bạn.” You snuggled up closer and fished the book from his back pocket, an unsaid sign for him to read to you. You declared your win with a kiss.

Người duy nhất có thể yêu tôi là bạn (Vietnamese: The only one who can love me is you.)

Alhaitham’s face soured a bit. This is your 14th victory, he really has been actively studying the art of love, hence you knew the book he kept with him was one of the romance section. He however needs to partake the study harder.

He sighed in defeat and kissed your forehead before prying the book open to his latest chapter. Your falcon nuzzled between the heat of your bodies which provided a semblance of comfort for you both.

“Love may makes humans lead with their hearts instead of their heads...”

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[believesthings]

The inspiration invitation // Jason sudeikis x famous reader

As a joke, you started to separate your songs into two folders: love songs for Jason and sexy songs for Jason.

You kept it going though, cause it made you laugh.

Your label was pressuring you for just one more song to round out your new album and you’ve been struggling with it all week. They weren’t wrong. You did agree it was missing just a little something. The trouble was finding the perfect song to fill its spot.

As cliche as it sounds, this was the album that you were the most proud of. You know every artist says that about every new album they release, but it really didn’t feel like an exaggeration to you to say that this was your best.

You really pushed yourself lyrically and vocally to a space you haven’t before and you hope your fans love it as much as you.

The problem, of course, is that since you’ve pushed yourself lyrically, you have a very specific story you want to tell. Every song on the album is perfectly placed to unfold the story in the direction you want and trying to not only find a new song to fit the theme but also a perfect place to put it so it still flows is proving to be one hell of a task.

Two doors down, your boyfriend was in a similarly stressful boat. Jason has been tied to the editing chair for weeks. The first two seasons happened prior to all the awards. Now that the show had turned out to be far more successful than anyone could have predicted, the pressure was on to make a 3rd and final season that was worthy of the praise the show had received so far. Taking off his headphones and taking his hands through his hair, he determined he needed a break; as much as he instinctively wanted to keep going until something was perfect, he had to acknowledge that sometimes the best thing to do was walk away and come back with fresh eyes.

You were so focused on your own project that you barely even registered jason sitting down next to you until he start kissing your shoulder blade.

“Are those folders for me?”

“What?” You ask, not looking up from your own screen.

“I wanna see.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” You ask Jason, tearing your eyes away and finally looking at him. God he was a sight.

“I’m taking something called a break, you’re probably overdue for one yourself.” He teased you.

“I know. And I will - I promise. I’ve just found a really good groove and I didn’t want to lose it.”

He rubs circles into your thigh. “…maybe the answer is in one of those folders.”

You laugh at him. “Oh, you think so?”

He nods seriously at you, “I can help you sort through them, If you need any help.”

You grab his hand from your thigh, intertwining your fingers in his and giving a light kisses to his knuckles. “You’re really not gonna let this go are you?”

“Well, can you blame me? I see folders with my name and the words ‘sexy and love’ obviously, I’m going to be intrigued.”

You put your laptop off to the side, snuggling into Jason. “Well, you’re obviously the only man I’m writing songs about these days-“

“damn right.” Jason quips, smirking at you.

Rolling your eyes you continue, “and my manager always likes to tease me that I have two moods for you which is disgustingly in love and disgustingly horny, so - as a joke, I started separating all my songs into those two categories. I keep doing it though cause it’s fun.”

“So, what mood is winning right now?”

picking your laptop back up, you open up the folders giving a quick scan at the numbers. Jason peaks over your shoulder, surprised by how many songs there actually are. Some titles he recognizes, some he’s never seen. It’s one of those moments, that might seem small and inconsequential but it feels oddly special to him. To have someone here, in his home, that spends their time trying to put him into words. Everyone always thinks that the big PDA moments are the sweetest, but he’s discovered that a lot of those experiences are filled with belonging but not with love.

“Looks like love songs has the lead right now.”

Wiggling his eyebrows at you, he replies, “really? Well I’d be more than happy to help in the sexy department if you need some inspiration.”

“I’m supposed to be working.”

“This is work! I’m giving you inspiration to write another song for your album, so you can add a sixth Grammy to that collection in the bedroom.”

“I thought you were taking a break.” You question him.

“Oh, pretty girl, spending time with you is not work to me.” He snags your laptop out of your lap and is quickly picking you up off the couch. He gives you just enough to time to get your bearings before he’s kissing you and leading you into the bedroom.

In between kisses on your neck, he’s whispering to you, “you know, I read somewhere that you shouldn’t wait for inspiration, sometimes inspiration needs to be invited. So, what do you think? Are you up for inviting me to inspire you?”

“Of course I am Jason. Always.”

He tilts his head to the side nonchalantly. “Still doesn’t hurt to ask.”

He lays you down on the bed and your head turns over to see his own laptop sitting in the corner. Remnants of your man hard at work. Headphones, an open journal with a red pen resting on it’s open pages.

“Hey.” He says tilting your head back to look him in the eyes. “This is about you right now - my work will still be there when I’m done. If it makes you feel better, since I’m helping you, you can always help me with my work too.”

“What? Jason I don’t know anything about editing a television show!”

“So?” That’s okay. I don’t really feel like I do either most days.” He jokes.

You go quiet, reaching your fingers up and playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie. “If I did offer to help, does that mean that I could get a sneak peak into season 3, maybe even-“

“No. Sorry can’t do it.”

“Oh come on! Can’t you at least give me a release date?”

“Sorry, you’re just gonna have to wait like everyone else.”

“Man, what good is sleeping with the boss if it doesn’t get me anything?” You pout at him.

“Oh now that isn’t true. I think we’ve clearly established that sleeping with the boss gets you Grammy award winning songs. So, come on let’s write you another one.”

[blushblushbear]

sorry..... me again...… you can choose to ignore this if you feel like it's too much

(not trying to guilt-trip you, please don't feel pressured

uh maybe... Nimh? Nimh is cute I like Nimh

if you don't feel like doing him, maybe Poe or Anon?

*blows the dust off this ask* oops this one's pretty old

I already did Nimh so Anon and Poe it is

Anon

Okay not to call the scott a drunk

but I'm about to call the scott a drunk

he's not too bad, but he is a little picky about what he will and will not drink

low key judges people for their choice of beers

side eyes people who order basically liquid candy as a drink (for a cocktail at least, he will rot his teeth on mountain dew don't get it twisted)

he mostly does pints but his fav mixed drink is a moscow mule

or a spiked energy beverage

speaking of drinks he always has a crazy amount of them

g-fuel, red bull, monster-- every energy drink type thing you've seen he's probably got

also drinks prime

also mountain dew

a lot of it

I joke about his teeth rotting but in all honesty he takes good care of them

that's the one gamer stereotype he does not fall in town

he's low key germophobic so his apartment and battle station are SPOTLESS

he defo has those touchland hand sanitizers cause he's a boujee bitch

speaking of boujee he's actually p well off

started trading stocks young and did crypto till it tanked

he doesn't like to talk about his crypto days (he was a hard crypto bro at it's peak)

usually his drunk rambles are about crypto

also conspiracy theories

also video games

his parents are decently well off too but he doesn't talk to them much

they don't have a bad relationship but it's definitely one of those 'you see the family only around the holidays' kind of deals

he has a lot of internet buds but I think deep down he's bad at making real connections and actually gets pretty lonely

likes watching animal videos, WOULD NOT get a pet

rarely has people over to his place, took him a while to fully mentally accept having you over

he was determined to get over it though cause he really wanted you around

would never shower with someone cause that just feels unsanitary-- the shower is for CLEANING

would maybe get a snake-- they're pretty clean

once went 3 days without sleeping

actually lost a lot of sleep to stardew valley when it first came out

his farm is AMAZING

loves to troll at video games but not in a run face first into the enemy team and ruin it for everyone kinda way

more a does a 360 no scope on you right when you think you're safe

you mad bro??? lol

sends lots of memes about liking his s/o cause he's really bad at saying how he feels

favorite director is Edgar Wright cause he's a man of taste and culture

regularly cleans and buffs his nails

has at least one to two drinks chilling in every room of the house

really wants to get an ear piercing

really vain about his looks even though he dresses like garbage

just tell him he's handsome, he's legit too proud to beg but he needs that validation

listens to a lot of underground bands and artists

also a lot of djs

owns 15 pairs of headphones

5 have animal ears

showers at least once a day unless he's in a gaming trance

once tried to write you poetry, felt like an idiot, removed all evidence of it's existence and would deny it fully if you ever found out

Poe

Probably not a surprise to anyone but he got bullied a lot in high school

Has been writing poetry since he was 10 and has notebooks full of poems and short stories from over his life

really wants to write some kind of vampire mystery series centered around a brooding poet vampire but also he's bad at writing mysteries

I've sad this before but he's in a book club with Nimh and Cashew

he keeps trying to get them to read romantic novels

Cashew was game until he realized Poe meant like Lord Byron romantic

Mary Shelley Romantic

thinks Mary Shelley losing her virginity on her mother's grave is the coolest thing ever and is high key jealous

Mary Shelley is honestly his hero

secretly got addicted to soap operas

he wants to stop so bad but he can't

he doesn't have a pet but if he did he'd be that dude you can totally tell has a pet cause he's always covered in fur

not that Poe would even care

Poe actually never much cared for birds and is still salty about becoming a magpie

owns so many Victorian/Edwardian style coats

and vests

he's just one color palette/slight aesthetic change away from just being steampunk

owns so many bits of jewelry, it mostly just floats around his living spaces and he chooses what he's wearing that day at random

all the people who headcanon Poe as trans, you're correct

constantly painting his nails and it's always chipping

his nail polish is actually pretty jank but he doesn't care so long as his nails are black

his living spaces are a mess

lots of papers, lots of random odds and ends, lots of clothes and book and forgotten mugs everywhere

does actually partake in the music aspect of the goth culture

most of his fav bands are ones you haven't heard of

he doesn't actually like horror much

at least not this modern jumpscare nonsense

he likes his horror dark, dramatic, and poetically gorey

Saw??? more like pa-shaw he can't stand those movies

the closest thing he gets to liking more mainstream horror franchises is Chucky

Tiffany Valentine is his favorite (*jennifer tilly voice* ~Jennifer Tilly~)

he can always get down with halloween, but only the first one

he can fuck with Tim Burton and Guillermo Del Toro though

crimson peak is his shit

also Jane Austen bitch?!

he loves him some Jane Austen

Emily Dickinson

Mary Shelley obvs

he low key hates to be basic but fucking

read Emily Dickinson's poetry and tell him you're not simping

he legit does simp for Shelley and Dickinson

legit loves the Kira Knightly Pride and Prejudice will all his heart

Sylvia Plath

He's trying so hard not to be basic but he loves Wednesday Addams

that line about her being allergic to colors--- he felt that

regularly listens to sounds of rain and fireplaces

ye I think I'll end it here lol XD

[notdogice]

Well, it's been about a year since I started showing off my Pony Town cos' so I guess I should show off some more. This time we're delving into my Dragon Ball cos'! There aren't too many of them, but they have a few neat little techniques I used to create them.

First off we have Goku! He was one of the first few DB cos' I did and he has changed quite a bit from when I first made him. I had a hard time figuring out how to do his hair, but the latest update to the selection of manes Pony Town provides helped immensely. Besides the hair, I enjoyed making his shoes. The rest was pretty easy to figure out.

Of course I had to make a super saiyan Goku! ... This is the only transformation I have for him though. Funnily enough, the hair was much easier to do, and it also uses the hat slot to add onto the hair trick. I did struggle a bit with coloring the hair at first, but making the outline lighter than the hair does a great job at making it glow.

Next we have Yamcha! He was rather straightforward to make, and the most notable things to point out are his clothes and, again, shoes. It's mostly just using the outlines to add more detail, but I like how easy it was to do it.

Puar!!!!! Yeah they revamped the customizable plushies that you can equip and Puar was an obvious choice to do as my first plushie cos.

Launch, but I was inspired to make her whilst watching one of the Harmony Gold movie dubs that had popped up on youtube a while back. You'd think she'd be an easy one to do, but I had a hard time deciding which mane to use and uh those pants were absolutely hard to work with. Other than that, it was an easy enough one to do.

I had a fun time making Korin, and this is one of the very few characters that I've had to use the beard options for. I had used one of the skirt options to make him more round as well. Also, you may have noticed that I've made the outlines a gradient. I've pretty much done this for all of my DB cos', but it's a much more notable feature for Korin compared to the others.

I love Raditz, but hot damn he doesn't translate well into Pony Town. Like the legs and tail are easy enough, but his armor and hair were hell. It's mostly the hair, but I had to use a hat, ear ring, and both front and side horn options to make it work. The armor was easier, but it was a puzzle for sure.

Vegeta was the first DB cos I made. He was easy. Uh, I actually used one of the face patterns to extend his widow's peak, and I also used the grass color to hide one of his hair spikes. There's a reason for that.

Yup. I don't have much to add. He has a horn and antlers now.

One of my favourite cos' I've done, and it's Frieza of all people. His head was a joy to figure out. I used the mask option for the lower half of his face so that I could have his facial markings be present, and I used one of the beards to make that white outline. For his head, I used a top hat to create the outline, and there's a horn I used to add to the shading of his forehead. I'm very proud of how he turned out.

The Namekian frog is my favourite DB character, so I, of course, made a cos of the frog. Okay so I once saw a person who made a frog using a method like the one that I used that I have never seen anyone do ever before or since when I saw them. Like I tried looking up a tutorial for this type of frog head and I couldn't find it, so I feel like it was something that that person had figured out for themselves. Like I've seen people do the headphone eyes thing, but never in combination with the mask for a frog. Other than that, a very easy cos to make.

It's bingus time. Beerus' ears are my favourite thing about this cos. It combines the tall side horns and the big pointed ears to make his iconic big ears. It's difficult to see here, but I had used one of the ponytails to make the ear more round just by a few pixels. For his shawl, I used the cape and the neck tie together to make it.

And that's it for the Dragon Ball Pony Town cos' I have. I might make more in the future, but I can't say for sure.