#also I'm going to wear my new (old) jeans! the one with the patches and barbed wire

[draculiza]

I'm going to hang out in the park with my bff today yippee

[sorbeau]

hi its me again i feel legally obligated to ask about your thoughts on the new riz design (but also extends to al of the other new art for the bad kids too!!!)

HI SHOKO sorry this took so long to asnwer, it feels a little late to the party now but I have lots of thoughts and this has been in my drafts for a hot minute so I'll break my thoughts down in order <3

Fig

GOD DO I LOVE FIG'S DESIGN. It hasn't changed too drastically in many ways, it's largely the same beats with the plaid skirt, leather jacket, biker gloves, and docs, but there's a lot more detail pertaining to her character now. Ayda's feather earring is abviously a huge win, everyone loves to see it, but I love the small details like the added wallet chain on her skirt, the added ear piercings, and her painted nails. If I had to choose something I didn't like, it'd be the color of her shoelaces, which isn't a huge deal bc you know spyre might have different cultural beats, but it's very reminiscent of punk doc lace codes, which were a way to sort of factionize yourself among punks. Fig wears one purple and one red, and traditionally purple means gay pride(which is great and i would've picked it for her too) but red usually means you allign yourself with neo-nazi's and similar groups which. is definitely Not Fig. It's not a HUGE deal but, maybe some more research could've been put into it.

Gorgug

Gorgug's new design is so. Perfect. Amazing. Spectacular. No notes. It's exactly the changes I wanted to see. The goggles, the dirt-covered face, the ripped jeans, the bags and tools, the gloves, the most disgusting worn pair of convers you've ever seen. It's absolutely amazing and the artist has managed to bring all the beats we loved about his original design(his extremely fashionable purple pants) and mixes them perfectly with all of the new facets of Gorgug's personality that have changed and grown theough their adventures. A little detail I love is how the color of his headphones has changed to match with the rest of his outfit better, creating a more cohesive design with the introduction of more red/maroon tones. This was always a little bit of an issue with the old design for me. The colors sort of didn't go together.

Kristen

She's going through a break up. She's at the most chaotic she's ever been and she's trying to fix it. It is so genius to make her jacked. The bright yellow tracksuit is beautiful and exactly something Kristen would buy and wear every day. Plus the tiedye purple sports bra tying in her old church camp shirt aesthetic is brilliant. I'm mourning the loss of her sandals, but the matching shoes to her tracksuit can't be complained about. Not a whole lot to say, I'm excited about how this design will change and reflect her growth this season! Praise Saint Kristen Applebees!!

Adaine

THE ELVEN ORACLE IS COOL NOW!!! I love her jacket, all the patches and the toned down fur lining is absolutely perfect. I also love the cool strapped bags on her hips and legs, it's just a really cool adventurer addition cementing her as a bad ass practical caster. Her entire face seems more assured and relaxed, which is absolutely amazing for her and reflects how her resting state is no longer as addled with panic and anxiety as it used to be. Her hair also seems a lot more her! Not sure how to describe it, but it seems like she's focusing less on keeping herself perfect, and more on just keeping herself, herself! Not very big design swings or changes, but she doesn't need to change, she just needs to be true to herself. (Also. a huge fan of her cool magic circle shirt.) My only gripe. Give her blue hair. And pronouns. And glasses pretty please.

Fabian

That boy is the future of dance!!!!!!!!!! I love the color palette shift for his design, it's a really great way to show how he's grown out of Bill's shadow and embraced his own passions with the grey tones with red and gold accents. Also a huge fan of the fancy robed pants, tons of great movement lines and something a dancer would totally wear. On the same note however, I feel like it doesn't really go with the rest of his outfit. I love how the changes made are geared towards movement and dance(his shoes changing from sneakers to dance shoes is great) but I feel like the changes are all sort of mismatched? The dance shoes look a lot like tap shoes, but the pants look more big and flowy, better for a more leaping and running style of dance, and his jacket has almost nothing to do with dance. It's delightfully artsy and detailed, which is so chic and Fabian, but the shapes of it don't really match up, and especially without a clear view of the front it makes him look like he's wearing half of a matador outfit. I would've loved to see a more dramatic silhouette without the use of the battle sheet(which is absolutely perfect, no notes) with either lots of flowy parts for movement, or a sharp jacket with skinnier pants for that exaggerated silhouette. Again, I think this is really all due to a lack of research, but the spirit of Fabian is still in the room with us. The colors are great, the bandages on his hands are perfect, and the fanciful element is very on point, just needs some better shape language and cohesiveness.

Riz

There he goes, he's gone from gritty detective to gadget-heavy superspy. I LOVE the character choices that Murph made for Riz, he's become even more of a loser and seems a lot less hard and fast, and more generally passionate. In freshman and sophomore year, he was entirely goal oriented, completely focused on completing his mission and solving the mystery, this time around he's still got a mission, but because he can't do it all himself, he's sort of given the opportunity to branch out and explore himself. This is all to say, i love the insufferable loser hipster kid that he's become. He is truly the trinket goblin of all time, I love all his wild little gadgets and jewelry, and all the extra arcano-tech screens on his glasses are brilliant. I'm also a huge fan of his torso gun-holdster, which is a beautiful homage to his detective nature. The undercut is also obviously perfection. The loser teen-boy urge to cut away your beautiful hair for a nerdy undercut is so painfully lore accurate that it's one of my favorite details. It's probably because he's a dork. but I would love to know why he has rolled up pants and no socks. What is that. Why would he do that. ALSO STOP BEING A COWARD D20. GIVE HIM DIGITIGRADE LEGS AND A TAIL. CAT GOBLIN TRUTHERS UNITE!!!!!!!!!!

anyways that's probably the end of my rant for now. I love the bad kids and overall their designs are great. constantly wishing all of my headcannons were real but understanding that the cannon will never relent.

[hanlimz]

synopsis: jungwon loves you, in sickness and in health. pairing: jungwon x gn!reader genre/warnings: pure fluff, However .. reader is in the bath .. clothing is left ambiguous, but 1) this is in no way by Any means sexual and 2) i did write this scene w them wearing a bathing suit in mind (i just didn't write it explicitly bc it was awkward to work around) word count: 1.3k (me when i'm so normal and chill and cool and normal) a/n: this is for @nyxvrse bc hopefully soft won sickfic will make being Actually sick a little bit easier :,,((&lt;33 (it's also partially for me bc midterms r almost over n im Emotional)

[7:07PM] jungwon thinks there's an innate beauty in not being able to reach one's own back; to him, it reinforces the indubitable nature of being human—weakness, fragility, the ability to be torn apart and put back together by the existence you thrive in, but are inevitably doomed to. paradox after paradox, he sits and combs through one after another like he always does to your hair after you arrive home from a stressful day at work. jungwon loves the feeling of your head in his lap; its soft weight grounds him in reality, and it floods him with a strange sense of gratitude—inexplicable, all-consuming, tender.

"won," you manage to croak out through all of the mucus that has collected in your throat, "i feel so gross. my head hurts, and i'm sweating—and, my snot is all over your sweater, and i'm so sorry ..." your tears begin to breach the cotton material of his hoodie as you burrow further into his stomach, and jungwon finds himself physically fighting the urge to giggle at the sincere apology. he appreciates the way in which you've made a home for the two of you inside your heart; jungwon feels the warmth of your love like a plush blanket being tugged up to his chin on a cold winter's night.

he thumbs at your ear and almost flinches at the sheer heat that radiates from your body. "you don't have to apologize, [y/n] ... i just wish i could make it go away," jungwon hums, attempting to coax you out of your hiding place. "i know how you hate being sick ... i could make you some ramen, or i could run you a bath—if you want."

you pull away from him with a feeble smile, and he has to force down another bout of laughter because good god—jungwon is nothing if not a fool for you. the sight of your puffy, bloodshot eyes is enough to send him into cardiac arrest. there's a prominent indentation of the fabric of his jeans present on the side of your face and a matching patch of drool on his thigh that he notices when you glance up at him. your expression is glassy and faraway, and he resists the calling to snap a picture of you and set it as his new homescreen. jungwon thinks you look as gorgeous as ever. he thinks you look human, even if you don't feel it at the moment, and that is beautiful.

"bath would b'nice, won," you reply, "think i wan' to lay on the tile ... c'n you bring me to the bathroom?"

jungwon nods while helping you onto his back, and he begins to meander through his own thoughts once again. they all come back to you, but he doesn't mind; jungwon would choose to think about you forever if that were possible. he sees you in the fluid dance of cirrus clouds above his head, he feels you when the rays of the sun shine on the apples of his cheeks, and he hears you in the stillness of night. the smell of vanilla and citrus always seems to follow close behind you, and he realizes just how much he's begun to associate his existence with yours. jungwon is full when you're with him.

the two of you reach your destination, and he sets you down on the porcelain, white tiles, watching as you visibly relax as they cool down your skin. jungwon reaches to turn on the water, making sure to keep the temperature moderate as to not aggravate the illness holding you hostage even further. outstretching an arm, he brushes his knuckles from your temple to your jaw and begins to hum an old folktune.

it's one that you recognize from your childhood, and the fog that clouds your brain manages to transport you back in time. the grass outside of your grandmother's house seems to be a more vibrant green, the continuous hum of cicadas is transformed into a delightful melody as opposed to their usual drone, and jungwon is there. one moment, he's chatting with your mother while helping her weed the garden and making her laugh. the next, he's pouring your grandmother a glass of fresh lemonade with one of the brightest smiles you've ever seen. your grandma loves him, your mom loves him, you love him—

after a firm squeeze of your shoulder, jungwon catches the subtle fluttering of your eyelids; he welcomes you back into the land of the living with that same blinding grin you had seen mere seconds ago. "bath's ready, sweetheart," he says, helping you to your feet. "i can go make some tea for after—"

"no," your denial is resolute, and it makes jungwon's body go rigid. "stay—stay with me, please."

jungwon's heart bursts in his chest; the resounding pop of every single blood vessel is deafening, and the only thing that stops him from floating away into the abyssal darkness of the cosmos is the feeling of his sleeve trapped in your fist. he chooses to reply with a simple: "anything you want," because anything more would've resulted in the loss of his dignity. no words are exchanged as you begin to undress; the quietude is soft and comforting as though it's welcoming you back from a long, tiring journey. it envelops the both of you in an embrace that neutralizes any negativity threatening to seep through from the earlier happenings of the day. jungwon, though so accustomed to planning things ten steps ahead, thinks it's nice to live in the present with you.

"won ... you added bubbles?" your voice wobbles as you ask your question.

he laughs—free and open, this time, "i just thought you'd like them."

"thank you," you respond, voice heavy with emotion.

jungwon shakes his head and motions for you to step into the water; he holds his breath as you settle against the wall of the tub and relish in the way the warmth seems to soothe the ache in your bones. soon after, however, he cranes over the mountain of foam you've collected and grabs the huge bottle of strawberry body wash the two of you share; its sweet aroma permeates the air as he squeezes some into his hands to create a thick lather. with a cautious touch, jungwon rubs the soap into your skin; he traces over the expanse of your shoulders with the utmost care, almost as if he were trying to memorize all the tendons connecting each muscle to its respective bone. and, jungwon is, if he's being truthful; he wants to know every part of you like the back of his hand.

"lean forward for me?" he coos, giving you a gentle push with the tips of his fingers.

like a marionette wooed by its strings, you find yourself hanging onto jungwon's every word. his voice is barely above a whisper, and the mere conceptualization of this sacred togetherness has the color returning to your skin. as jungwon's hands massage the tension from your back muscles, tears well up behind your eyes once more. "thank you for taking such good care of me, won," your voice cracks, and you sniffle while trying to will away the impending cough making its way up your throat. "you love me so well ... makes me feel complete."

jungwon's breath hitches before he chuckles and presses his lips to the top of your head. words always seem to fail him in moments like these; his mind—thoroughly beguiled by you—is unable to conjure up any semblance of a coherent reply. but, in all honesty, jungwon isn't even sure an hour long speech in front of every living being in the world would suffice when it comes to expressing his the pure adoration he has for you. he wants to scream out; he wants to thank the universe and expound upon how grateful he is to have found the person he can be human with, but he chooses to remain silent.

for however long you let him, jungwon will continue to wash your back.

and, when the time comes, he knows you will wash his.

that is more than enough.

[bewilderedbunny]

Weedman pt 2 (Eddie x Reader fluff 18+only!)

2k words of fluff, she/her pronouns/names are used for Reader. Drug use, some slightly self deprecating jokes and mentions of blood and cursing. If I do another chapter it will (hopefully) have smut. I get distracted with dialogue 😞

This bitch definitely has some mistakes in it. I simply do not know how to write 💖 I also hate typing "he said" and "you said" so I apologize if the dialogue is confusing.

Read part 1 here

Credit to @firefly-graphics for the divider 😊

As you stepped out of your shower the following day, the phone began to ring. A moment later, your mom called to you and said, "It's for you!"

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetheart. It's Eddie." Your heart skips a beat.

"Oh! Hey Mr. Weedman, what's up?"

"Please, Mr. Weedman is my father. You can call me Eddie."

You boo at his joke with a smile.

"Aw, c'mon. Anyway, I was calling because I woke up early. Thought you might want to come by now?"

You look at the clock, it's 10:30am.

"What happened to your beauty sleep?"

"Turns out the real beauty was on the inside, or some shit."

"Guess I could come over now. Hey, how did you get my number anyway?"

"I-uh, I called Robert to thank him for the reference. You know how small businesses are, s'all about networking and word of mouth, and I thought I should thank him for sending you to me. I asked him for your number, strictly for marketing purposes."

"Oh of course! It all makes sense. Well, market away."

He chuckles, "Come get your weed, silly."

You decided on a loosely fitted short sleeve button-up, a pair of jean shorts, and sneakers. You say goodbye to your mom and head out the door before she can ask too many questions.

The drive to Eddie's doesn't take more than 5 minutes and once you're parked in front of his trailer you sit for a moment in your car. Biting your nails, you wonder if you've made a mistake by agreeing to come over to a stranger's house for drugs. Two trailers down, an older couple sitting on fold-out lawn chairs stare at you. You give them a thin-lipped smile and wave. Great, at least there are witnesses.

You take a deep breath, get out of your car, and head toward the trailer's front door. You get one knock in before the door swings open and you are met with Eddie. He's wearing a worn-out Led Zeppelin t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and jeans with patched-up holes. He is beautiful.

"Scary Metalhead" you might have expected, but his features were so soft and romantic. Like he belonged in an old oil painting.

He gives you a huge, dimpled smile and pulls you in for a hug. Your plug in college barely acknowledged you during your purchases, now here this guy is treating you like an old friend.

"How have you been? It's been a minute since we've seen each other. I like what you've done with your hair, it's so… lustrous."

Shit, maybe you are old friends.

You look down at your hands and reply,

"I've been alright, just going to school. How about you?"

"Oh, you know me. Same old stuff, D&D, my band, finally graduated."

He's leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his chin with his hand.

"From college?"

"No, high school."

Your jaw drops. You're beyond disturbed to learn that you've been flirting with (and planning to buy drugs from) a high schooler.

"How old are you?!"

"I'm 20. Took me a few tries but I got there."

You sigh in relief. You'd rather buy weed from a super-senior than a minor any day.

"Oh, I see. Well, congratulations! That's so exciting."

He lights up, "Yeah? Thanks."

"I gotta be honest, though. I don't remember you." You say sheepishly.

His face twists in pain as he puts one arm against the frame of the door and covers his mouth with the other. He's huffing small, uneven breaths.

"Eddie, I'm sorry, I-"

He cuts you off with a finger and pretends to sniffle, "Just, give me a sec, 'kay? I need time to recuperate."

You laugh and he stands straight.

"That's fine. I'm happy to make a new first impression with you. "

"I am sorry that I don't remember you. If it makes you feel any better, when I was calling around to find a dealer yesterday, I realized that I don't seem to remember anything from high school."

"Neither do I, that's why they kept making me go back." You let out a big laugh and he laughs with you.

"Well, come inside and I'll show you my wares." He leads you into his home. It's a quaint, warm little trailer. A plethora of mugs and hats decorate his walls and there is a small fan blowing at full speed to combat the summer heat.

"A throne for you, madam." he says, gesturing towards the couch. You take a seat and take in the room. "Oh shit, guess I should have your stuff ready." He starts rummaging around the kitchen, then moves to another room. You can hear him mumbling to himself as he searches.

"Do you need help?"

"No, I got it. I just had it, I know it's here somewhere."

You sit back down and wait for him. You hear a thud followed by a quiet, "fuck" then a "there you are, you little devil." He comes back into the room holding a tin lunch box, how he managed to lose it you have no idea.

He sits down on the other side of the small couch. He pulls out a bag of weed and eyes it over once before opening another bag to steal 2 nuggets from. He puts them into your bag.

"Oh, I really don't need that much."

"You sure? I thought I'd give you extra. Y'know, first time customer discount."

"No, that's okay. The amount that was in there before might even be too much" Eddie's idea of $50 worth of weed was about twice what yours was.

He shrugs and fishes out the two buds and places them back in their bag.

"You always touch your merchandise like that?" You gesture to the bag.

"What? My hands are clean!" He waves his hands in front of your face. They're big and the thickness of his fingers makes you dizzy. You pull yourself together.

"Sir, you just touched every single item in this home while you were looking for your fancy little tin."

"Fancy, huh? Well, yeah. but then I licked 'em so we're good, right?"

You grimace at him and he winks.

"You, uh, need me to teach you to roll?"

You smile at the offer. "No thanks, I got it." Rolling the joint was part of the ritual for you.

He leans back and places his arm around the back of the loveseat. His hand is right behind your shoulder and his legs are spread wide, your knees are barely touching.

"What else have you got planned for the day?"

"I was going to find a place to smoke this since I don't love the idea of smoking at home." You say as you pull out the $50 you owed him.

"I was thinking of going on a walk in the forest or maybe to the lake." You hand him the money and he stuffs it carelessly into his pocket.

"Oh yeah? Well, we don't have the same fancy amenities as the lake or the forest here. But we definitely make up for it in hospitality." He says as he gestures around the room.

"You want me to smoke here?" You ask.

"Yeah! I mean, if that's okay. I'm never up this early so I really don't have anything else to do." You think for a moment then agree to stay.

He pulls out a grinder and papers from the tin. As he does, you take a peak and see a couple of small bags of weed, a lighter, and a few loose pretzels scattered along the bottom of the box.

"Wait, are you just letting me smoke here so you can sample your own product and get paid for it?"

"Shit, you caught me." He laughs as he takes out the money you gave him earlier and places it on the table.

"Since you're such a little detective, I'll let you pay after."

He picks apart a bud and drops the pieces into the grinder. Watching his hands twist back and forth to break the flower down is mesmerizing. Once it's ready, you grab a rolling paper and carefully line it. You shape and delicately roll the joint until it is ready, then softly lick it closed.

Once it's ready, you look back to Eddie who is staring at you in awe.

"Shit, I may need you to teach me to roll. Mine never look like that."

"Why did you offer to teach me if you can't roll?" You ask.

"I can roll, okay? They're just not usually so… smooth."

"Oh my god, do you teach your customers to make lumpy joints so they waste product and come back sooner? You evil genius."

He blushes and raises his hands, "Look at you, figuring out all my schemes. Smart girl." You feel warmth in your cheeks as he speaks. He leans forward to you, the eye contact is almost too much to bear.

"Seriously, though. Will you show me?"

You grab a paper and place it in his hands and dust an even line of flower for him. You lean into his side and explain to take your time and shape the joint as you go. His tongue peeks out to touch his top lip as he concentrates. Once it's rolled up, he looks at you, awaiting instructions.

"Looks good! Gotta lick it now. Just like with your hands, remember?" He huffs out a laugh and licks the joint closed.

"Perfect!" You exclaim.

"It is pretty perfect. Think I should hang it on the fridge for my uncle to see when he gets home?"

"I'm sure he'll be so proud."

He grabs his lighter and holds the joint up to your lips. "Shouldn't we smoke the one I'm paying for?"

"Nah, this is me paying you back for your demonstration."

Once the spliff is between your lips, he lights it for you. You take a deep inhale and feel a tickle in your throat on exhale. You turn away from him as you cough a bit and he gently pats your back.

You compose yourself and hand him the joint. He takes a puff and you two pass it back and forth for a bit. Your brain starts feeling fuzzy as you stare at his lips. They're all pink and pillowy, begging to be kissed.

He notices you staring and takes the joint from you. "Think you've had enough, Teach."

You lean back into the couch and rest your eyes. The whir of the fan is soothing to your ears and your body feels warm and calm. You feel Eddie move next to you.

"You fallin' asleep on me?" He asks.

You peek an eye open at him, his back is against the arm of the couch, one leg is tucked underneath the other and he's resting his head in his hand.

"Not yet." You slip off your shoes, turn to face him and tuck your knees to your chest.

"So if my math is correct, you're 20, and I'm 21 that means I graduated your Junior year. Did we have classes together?" You rub little circles on your shorts, enjoying the texture in your heightened state.

"Uh yeah. We kinda had one." he rubs his face and furrows his brows. "You were the TA for Mrs. Baker's US History class my sophomore year."

You think back to the class, racking your brain for any memories. Most of your duties as the teacher's assistant were to clean the chalkboard, gather supplies for assignments, and grade papers.

Then it dawns on you and your eyes widen.

"Eddie! You would always draw on your worksheets and assignments! Little skulls and monsters. I do remember you!"

He smiles and bashfully hides his face.

"You do remember me. They weren't monsters, by the way. They were portraits of Mrs. Baker."

You snort, from what you remember they were usually dragons and wretched beasts.

"God, she did not see your vision." You remember the middle-aged woman complaining to you about the doodles and threatening to mark down Eddie's grade if he kept them up (which he obviously did)

"You should've seen what I drew on my actual tests."

"Oh, God. Blood and guts and tits?"

He giggles which makes you giggle.

"No tits but damn, could you imagine if I did? I think she would have called the police."

"Or a priest."

You two continue your tee-heeing for a bit. At one point, you've both been laughing so long that that makes you laugh. It's ridiculous, you've got tears in your eyes and Eddie is cackling. At some point his hand found it's way to your ankle and he rubs little circles with his thumb.

Thanks for reading! 💗

[whiskersz]

Hi, if it's ok, I would like a Hazbin Hotel matchup, please?

I'm a nineteen years old bi-ace AFAB (She/they pronouns) with a preference for women, kinda short (5'2 I think, it's 158 cm anyway), I usually like to wear button up shirts with sweaters, generally really large ones, but my favourite piece of clothing is a very long jeans jacket full of patches and pins; I occasionally also wear T-shirts, but mostly if they're baggy enough.

I also have kind of callous fingers, because I play violin, though I'm not sure whether this might be important.

Anyway, my friends describe me as an introvert that becomes pretty crazy when opens up, I also really like doing dad jokes.

I don't talk much, I prefer to listen (also because I worry about annoying people and being made fun of), and I struggle a lot with self worth, like, I often don't like myself much, and I always feel like I'm out of context with how I talk or interact.

I also have the physical strenght of a noodle, but I love giving and receiving hugs, or, well, simple physical contact is just so nice.

I really like writing, reading and drawing, or just chill and listen to someone else talking, I also really like books, TV series (especially cartoons) and musicals, and, lately, I've picked up baking.

I don't really like playing the violin, or doing physical activities, and being put at the centre of attention makes me feel very uncomfortable; I'm also not very confrontational, so I have a tendency not to discuss unless prompted to; another ick are loud noises and rough textures in clothing.

So...

Yes :)

Bye

Hey there! Of course it’s okay :)) Let’s see...

You were pretty easy to match with someone, for me! I feel like you would work perfectly with...

Charlie!

While you’re more on the introverted side, Charlie is much more extroverted; she’s awesome at getting people to open up, her sweetness and cheerfulness are contagious! She absolutely loves your crazy side though, laughing at each and every joke that you make, and she’s also very proud of you when you eventually manage to open up with her friends at the Hotel.

She would do literally anything for you, which obviously includes reminding you every day of how worthy of love you are. Since you love physical contact and she does too, you guys make a little promise in your heads of giving each other at least a hug every day, and the fact that this never changes and that none of you two breaks the promise throughout your relationship is very sweet!

As I mentioned, Charlie thinks you’re amazing, so every once in a while she prepares a little surprise for you in your shared bedroom since she knows you tend to struggle with self worth; she gets the bed all cosy, prepares a TV series or two since she knows you love them, and a couple snacks for you to chew on as you watch. Or, she gets you something that she knows you will appreciate, like new baking or art supplies, and writes a little note where she reminds you how amazing you are in not only her eyes but in the eyes of everyone at the Hotel!

All in all she’s just very sweet and gentle, offering you a lot of comfort whenever you’re doubting yourself even though she might get a little clumsy with words if you ask her to say what she feels out loud! You think it’s endearing, though.

She knows how much you loathe playing the violin, however whenever she hears you practicing, she can’t help but stop in her tracks and listen carefully, loving the melody. If you complain to her about your hands being calloused, she will respond that this only shows how much of a talented violinist you are whilst she holds them close to her chest and smiles at you.

She watches musicals with you for sure, memorizing all you guys’ favourite songs so you can duet them! Something tells me that it takes you a while to get the courage to sing in front of somebody else...well, Charlie is going to give you time, but when you’re ready she’s barely going to be able to contain her excitement!

Aware of your distaste for physical activities and of the fact that you’re not very strong physically, Charlie does her best to shield you from the Angels’ attacks during the Extermination, even relying on her powers in case you get severely hurt. But don’t fret, with her by your side that is very unlikely! If after the fight is done you mention to her how cool she was protecting you, she will dismiss your compliments and blush, saying that it was the least she could do for you.

You and Charlie are, all things considered, a very wholesome couple, and your relationship relies on voicing your admiration for each other and soft acts in general.

Additional platonic matchup!

Rosie!

Rosie is very kind and loving to the ones she considers friends, such as you.

If you present to her with a problem, she’s very likely to offer you a listening ear and then give you advice on how to solve it, whilst reminding you that you’re capable of overcoming it yourself. In fact she hates seeing you in low spirits, so she’s going to try her best to lift them up.

One of her hobbies is cooking; while it’s not exactly the same to baking, I headcanon that she’s pretty good at that too! So while your girlfriend Charlie can be a little clumsy in the kitchen, Rosie can even give you tips on how to improve. She might try to lure you into adding...rather strange ingredients in your sweets, but as long as you tell her no she’s going to understand that, well, her preferences aren’t everyone’s!

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Gremlin update supplemental September 12th 2024

It's September and it was getting really cool at night so I was under the impression I could take my air conditioner out for the year...

Wrong.

It's over 30 degrees in here and I was already sweating because of the pain I am in.

Had to put the stupid thing back in with every joint in my hands and wrists swollen to all fuck.

I got a call from my landlord today because they somehow already misplaced my registration e-mail and were trying to let me know that if they needed entry in an emergency or otherwise, they're only willing to e-mail me about it for warning, even being told I don't check my email even daily, let alone often enough for an emergency.

Really hoping this isn't step one of them pulling some bullshit.

Still trying to watch through all the old x-men cartoons and movies at once while recovering from full body gout and the dermatomayositis.

Mostly, I wake up with slightly sore knees and wrists and hands that are swollen to all fuck. I do not know what my hands think they are doing, but my left wrist was so swollen this morning I kept getting pins and needles in my fingers.

The blister on the back of my finger is an inflated blister again. It seems to fluctuate with hydration levels, but it isn't bothering me.

I am eager to get back to doing some serious cleaning and organizing again. At least I have been doing laundry to get that all caught up with the machine, but from the moment I was like "okay this step is done and it looks presentable so I can chill for a bit now" I have been horribly sick with autoimmune attack and gout and that doesn't feel very fucking much like taking a break... And yet... And yet I am chomping at the bit to be able to just do something fucking useful with my body because it has been uncooperative for so long.

At least i don't have to do laundry in the sink anymore.

I shrank the list of "life improvement purchases" down to 1 batch under 500, and a secondary batch for good storage options I haven't gotten yet, but probably will once I downsize more [also under 500]. The rest I may never get -at least not living here- because there isn't room between the cabinets for most counter top dishwashers, and other things like that. So, really under one month's rent to fix every problem I have that can be fixed by throwing money at it, including all my pants being threadbare and beyond any reasonable repair. Without dipping into savings for that or my winter groceries.

And yeah, I was getting a kick out of repairing the same 3-4 pairs of fast fashion pants for over 10 years and simply refusing to ever buy more... But they were getting threadbare enough that too much flexing any muscle or moving around would tear them back open along new lines, and yes, if my hands were working I could keep repairing them and I could keep wearing stretch leggings under them so my ass doesn't show, but at some point you are just walking around in full werewolf aesthetic because it is obvious you have ripped out of your clothes like 20+ times and it just starts to become absurd not to buy new clothes.

I got to buy men's jeans this time. No they are not cut to fit my body but I can sew. I mean I am still going to do some elaborate patching of the other 4 pairs of pants, but at this point those other pants pretty much ARE the patches for the next set I ruin.

I was doing so good last time until i had to lift my cart into the house. I still plan on making a ramp but that's going to take time.

I am so fucking tired and my nerves are raw from being in screaming pain all over my body for about a month on end now... But I have been enjoying many fried proteins and home-cut fries.

I'm recovering, really, just not nearly as fast as I used to and it makes me cranky and I am sorry. I promise I am still fun and chill T~T

[puppipound]

Gonna preface this with: tumblr discourse isn't real and can't hurt you...

Here's some two-cents on the stupid goth/punk as a music-based subculture discourse coming from someone who's clocked about a decade in a DIY scene, along with some info for those actually genuinely interested in pursuing a relationship with your local scene rather than arguing about things you have no knowledge of online. Your local scene is always looking for new people!

I'm not presenting myself as an expert here but I'm pretty knowledgeable due to my time involved. Under the cut I've got a rundown on how easy it is to break into your local scene instead of arguing online.

THE REALITY IS:

Preface: I don't want to discourage people and this isn't gatekeeping! Join your scene! A lot of these scenes are actually dying due to commodification and gentrification and they're always looking for new people! I have pals in hardcore bands who actually LOVE seeing tiktok kids at shows because there's a new generation of people interested!

One thing you'll discover if you become involved in your local scene is that it's most often entirely DIY based! Everyone is welcome and venues go out of their way to be accessible to everyone, including disabled folks, people of colour and queer people, so if you've spent time at even one show, you'd know "gatekeeping" isn't about keeping things pure, it's because we're trying to keep brands and instagoths/punks from gentrifying long-standing communities dedicated to the arts! What newbies and dweebs on here should understand is that going to shows, community-building and meeting like-minded people is what goth and punk are about. Not spending exorbitant amounts of money on clothes to look like you participate. Regardless of the community's political alignment (no, punk and goth are not one monolithic political opinion and if you got off the internet you'd figure that out pretty quick), the music is what brings people together, and often allows outcasts to find a community that brands simply cannot replicate.

The answer is: if you want to be a goth or a punk you have to listen to goth or punk music. This doesn't mean you can't listen to other things; you don't even have to dress the part at all to be in the scene! My partner plays in local goth bands and wears jeans and tees and that's about it. Because goth and punk are and have always been music-based, they require you to be involved in the music, and simply put, allowing people to believe it's an "aesthetic" gives way for brands to commodify an entire community. It jeopardizes the sincerity of art! And that sucks ass!

HOW TO GET INVOLVED:

If you're curious but don't know where to begin: your best friends for community-building, DIY and meeting people are your local thrifts, all ages and adult venues, queer clubs, zine-making nights, art shows, indie movie theatres, bookstores, record stores, Etsy, military surplus, vintage stores and I can't stress this enough, Instagram small businesses. Personally, my battle jacket is made up of patches I bought and also made myself, alcohol paint I got from the local art store, safety pins from the sewing store, chains from broken old belts and jewelry, studs from a small business, pins from small businesses and friends and the jacket itself was thrifted. My first battle vest I made when I was 15 was thrifted and almost all of my patches were hand-painted!

The best places to find shows are social media, posters on the street and at record stores, and asking around! There's a reason people you'll hear the term 'ask a punk' about the location of DIY venues; meet some people in the scene and most of them will be open to helping out. My first few shows I went to as a teenager I found on Facebook and through older friends.

This isn't to glorify scenes, they have their own independent issues varying city-to-city, but I promise you you will always find someone who's willing to help you out. What a real gatekeeper looks like is someone who's unwilling to give you a chance because of your identity, whether that be age, skin colour, gender, sexual orientation etc.

THE MUSIC

As I said, people are here first and foremost because of the love of the music. Here's some YT playlists I've put together if you'd like to explore what goth and punk actually are (it's literally not an aesthetic)! Some of this can be found on Spotify, and pretty much always on record/tape/CD!

(Thought I'd mention that maybe a couple of these bands have controversial politics; I do not condone it but regardless of politics they're critical to the history)

PS - I'm not a genre purist, sue me. These playlists include a lot of bands who might not fall under the traditional goth category, just songs that are critical to the subculture.

GOTH (including deathrockers, proto-goth, rivetheads, trad goths, new-wavers, post-punks, mod goths and more)

PROTO-GOTH - music important to the evolution of what became goth in the very late 70s as we know it! Starting with 30s delta blues up to 1980!

EARLY GOTH - the earliest days of goth, mostly focusing on late 70s post-punk, deathrock, new wave and early industrial through to the mid-ish 80s, some people call it proto-goth but I personally consider it first wave (it's all labels anyway!)

GOTH NINETIES - the 90s had a resurgence of goth subculture through industrial, industrial metal and a continuation of deathrock. Other genres begin to find an interest in darker material and take influence from goth bands.

MOD GOTH - the 00s to the present! This is super, super broad and should have something for everyone. There's a lot of modern music with goth influences.

I'm continuing to add to these playlists as I've made them for this post! Check back later and there'll be more.

PUNK (including hardcore punks, no-wavers, trad punks, proto-punks, dispunks and more)

For this I'm going to give you my personal punk playlist - it's such a broad genre with a million subgenres that I can't really cover it all in one post! The playlist is biased as I have my personal faves (including digihardcore, post-hardcore, skramz, no wave, electropunk, d-beat, noise rock and NYC '77). If you have questions about it DM me!

I REALLY hope this means something to someone, because I promise you there's places IRL where you don't have to argue about what makes you a fashion punk or not! If you're interested in the scene, start with the music and then go touch grass. It's music-based first and foremost; never mind the Dolls Kill bullshit.

[crybaby-and-hoo-ha]

Attack 5

Chapter 2

Riley Xian had been working for the Attack 5 agency for about two years. When she ran away from her toxic household, she had been searching for a job, in dire need of money so she could hide from her parents. All her life her parents had been telling her how to live to the point where she was just their little puppet. An extension of their old life and a constant reminder of all that they failed to be.

When she ran away the identity of who she thought she was crumbled. After a while, she met her girlfriend, Claire. Claire was the only one she could trust and the one he helped her back onto her feet when she fell.

The piercing screech of Riley's alarm clock jolted the blue haired girl out of her sleep. Riley grumbled and slammed her fist on the already damaged clock while wincing at the bright luminescent red glow of the digital numbers.

She reluctantly slid out of the warmth and safety of the blankets with a scowl painted on her face. She opened her closet drawer and grabbed her work clothing. A black leather vest with colorful patches, a navy blue shirt, and gray jeans.

She trudged into the kitchen, the sound of her girlfriend humming melted her cold expression a bit. Riley silently sat down at the kitchen table as Claire looked over her shoulder.

"Hey honey! How did you sleep?" Claire asked in a cheery and gentle voice, a warm smile gracing her lips.

"Fine. Jimmy said that there's a new hire at work." Riley answered in a groggy and tired voice. Jimmy was Riley's boss and also the owner of the Attack 5 agency.

Claire raised a brow and walked over with a cream cheese bagel in hand. She set it down and sat next to her girlfriend.

"Oh? If they cause you any trouble, tell me. I'll charge them double the next time they get coffee," Claire giggled with a grin. Claire was a barista at the local Starbucks. The pay was just enough to get them by. 

Riley playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed Claire's hand while taking a bite out of the bagel. After eating the bagel, she got up and finished her morning routine by brushing her teeth, brushing her hair, and packing her bag for work.

"Alright, I've gotta go. Bye Claire," Riley said, giving her girlfriend a tender kiss on the cheek before heading out into the chilly January morning.

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When she walked into the office, she was immediately greeted by her boss's adopted kid, Gray. Gray lunged at Riley and attached onto her leg like a human leech.

"Hi Riley. How's Claire?" Gray asked with a mischievous grin plastered on their face.

"Get off of me you disabled fetus," Riley retorted while prying the gremlin-like child off her leg. Gray fell flat on their back with a soft thud, sprawled out on the carpet like a dead starfish. 

"Ugh. I hate children." Riley thought to herself as she stepped over Gray's body. Riley walked  into Jimmy's office to find a new face staring back at her. He was a tall brunette man with long hair. He was wearing a hoodie and a black t-shirt. He faintly smelled of cheap coffee and chocolate.

"Um, Hello? I'm Max. I'm, uh, supposed to be your new coworker?" Max said with a nervous grin. In Riley's mind, he was trying too hard to be friends with her so she just shrugged half heartedly.

"Oh. So my new coworker is a hairless Sasquatch? Great. Just peachy." Riley mumbled with her arms folded and her eyebrow raised. Max looked visibly stressed out by her comment and stayed quiet. "Anyways, Jimmy, I need the file on the next mission because your kid keeps replacing all the info with egg salad recipes."

Jimmy furrowed his brow and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"What am I going to do with you guys...?" Jimmy muttered under his breath while shaking his head. Jimmy opens a file cabinet and rummages around for a bit before pulling out a cream yellow file. He handed it curtly to Riley while standing up and running his fingers through his slicked back raven hair.

"I'm gonna go talk to them about it..." Jimmy sighed while walking out the door. That left Max and Riley standing in awkward silence. The only sound was the steady hum of the air conditioner and Max's nervous shuffling.

"So why did you join this hell hole?" Riley asked, the snark and disdain clear in her voice as she looked up at the tall man.

"I, um, my baking company ran out of money" He answered while his eyes darted around the room, never staying in one spot for more than a few seconds. "So... um... what kind of work do we do here?"

"Did you not read the job description?" Riley inquired before pausing. "Let me guess. You opened the file and there was an egg salad recipe."

A look of confusion and a bit of fear was written across his face,

"How did you....?" 

"Gray tends to do that a lot. Gray is the tiny short one." Riley explained when suddenly, as if on cue, the door burst open and a blur of white and green came tumbling in. Gray landed face first on the floor right between them.

"Are they, you know, okay?" Max asked while tapping Gray with his foot. Gray popped up, their green spiral goggles falling lopsided on their face. They dusted themselves off before sticking out their hand for Max to shake.

"HEY THERE! I'm Gray, I like to super glue people to walls and-" They were interrupted by Riley smacking a hand over their mouth.

"Stop. Terrorizing. The. New. Hires." Riley growled menacingly, her eyes piercing into Gray's soul. Gray seemed completely unaffected by the threatening undertone as they looked Riley right in the eye and said,

"Nu uh,"

Riley felt the rage start to bubble as she grabbed Gray by the collar of their shirt. Her blood boiling with fury and hatred.

"Listen here you little prick-" Riley paused when she saw Jimmy standing in the doorway, glaring at the trio.

"I'm gonna ignore the fact that you just tried to strangle my kid. Anyways, we have work to do. Everyone, please have a seat"

[calamitys-child]

Our fandom overlap is getting so big at this point that it's hard to choose just one character for the ask game but I'm going to go for Jean Vicquemare 'cause he's so hopelessly pathetic <3

He's SO MISERABLE.... He's FRENCH he has CLINICAL DEPRESSION he's got ECZEMA he's wearing a CHEAP WIG

One aspect I love - THEEEE Vicquemare/Du Bois divorce I just. Love how complicated their past is. Thing I love that's Just Jean Specific is that he's loyal to a fault. To many faults. All his faults are loyalty. I love a good trait that wrecks a man he loves his people so so much and it will destroy him some day and I'll watch and hug him I think

One aspect I wish more people understood - honestly I don't know if I am well versed enough in The Common Interpretations yet to have this kind of opinion so instead I will simply give another opinion of my own I want to spread which is that I am SO COMPELLED by the way he tries to get to know Harry as a new person while also having so much fucking baggage with Harry. Like i just LOVE the exploration of that dual relationship and no matter how much I see I'll always be looking for more I think. I love them. I'm compelled by this train wreck

A headcanon - totally not based on the fic draft I'm doing but he's got two cats!! They were strays near his apartment one is a horrible beat up old tabby with weird patches of fur torn out that begs for his attention but scratches him to shit whenever he goes near it the other is a weirdly clever and observant wee ginger one that just watches him from an affectionate and weirdly piercing distance

Character interaction I love - I really love the way he handles the rest of the 41st when you first phone in - the amount you see is different based on Esprit but I just love the way the game immediately strikes the balance between how pissed he is at Harry and how much he will stand up for him

Character interaction I want more of - honestly, Jean x Kim!!! I wanna see how they get on!!!

Headcanon for them + another character - I think I absorbed this from a fic I read but he gets other people to hold his fags every so often to try and keep from chainsmoking at crime scenes then immediately bullies them into giving them back. This works on everyone except Trant and Judit who are immune to him

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

Millie headcanons!!

- I see her as having more of a gothic lolita/almost Victorian gothic style tbh? Basically she dresses like Lydia Deetz in Beetlejuice. However I love throwing in more mall goth aspects too. Fancy black dress, messy looking makeup, demonia boots, Victorian mourning jewellery, and spiked choker & bracelets kinda thing you get me?

- Bullied kid with comorbid probably undiagnosed ADHD and depression type beat

- I imagine ITP takes place in like, early or maybe mid 2010s. I've seen on this blog once or twice the idea of Millie being around the pizzaplex and i love that idea but I always saw her as like, a closer to classic Freddy Fazbear's kid.

- Her family is pretty well off. That's why she can actually afford to dress the way she does (yeah I'm jealous what of it)

- She likes horror a Lot. It's something of a hyperfixation of hers, but it leaves her grandpa quite concerned because My Granddaughter Has Been Holed Up In Her Room Watching Horror Movies All Day Is She Mentally Stable

- I know in canon she was only going to stay with her grandpa while her parents were away but I got the vibes that her grandpa basically helped raise her. (In my own weird au where millie and sarah like, band together with the other protags to investigate freddy fazbears and specifically the bite of 83 and shit she just full on lives with him lol)

- She's intimidating as Fuck when she gets mad.

- Her hair is not naturally black (not sure what color it Is tho, maybe blonde??), but she dyes it (I also imagine she likes to throw in some purple streaks or a black to purple ombre sometimes)

- She has like 3 piercings on each ear. The second set no one knew she was getting until she came back home from going out to do so. She was banned from getting piercings as a punishment so the third one was also a secret no one in the family noticed for like months.

- She would love FNaF. I feel like she'd make "man behind the slaughter" jokes. Is that old? Me and my sister still do it.

- She is absolutely awful with kids, but they love her. She goes out to the park with a black umbrella to brood dramatically in the shade and from the playground she just hears "Millie!!" And then a small crowd of children runs up asking if she'll play with them. She always gives in and agrees to play in the end. She can never even remember their names or anything but they see the sad girl in all black and immediately know She's Friend. She would die for them.

- Oswald is her surrogate brother and ok now that I'm thinking abt millie in the pizzaplex era Gregory would be too 100%.

- She likes chocolate. She gives me the vibes of someone who just, chocolate everything. Her grandpa buys chocolate chips for baking and Millie eats them all.

- As a kid she cried a lot and didnt know how to/was too afraid to stand up for herself. She has a lot of repressed anger from those years and tends to dramatically overreact as a result (I'm not projecting what do you mean)

[TW for implied abuse for the next three]

- OK BOUNCING OFF THAT ONE HC THAT DYLAN HAS DID AS SOMEONE WHO MAYBE HAS IT MYSELF I LOVE THAT. I have an Idea for how it would've formed which is that his familial situation is Very Not Good. Anyways I think, he has probably abt 10 ish alters, Millie would get along with most of his alters. I think Dylan would have multiple persecutor alters which r alters who formed from trauma who harm the body or other alters to try and protect them. Millie actually gets along surprisingly well with one of them.

- On another note w/ Dylan tho Millie's grandpa meets Dylan, finds out just a little bit abt his family and basically tells him like "my home is your home, if you're not safe there, you're always welcome here" so <3 he likes to spend basically all his time at Millie's grandpa's house and he doesnt say it but he worries hes like is your home really that bad do I need to call CPS?

- Millie's parents come home at the end of the year and are like well what'd we miss? And her grandpa's like look at my new grandson Dylan :) Dylan come out and say hi!! And out comes a teenage boy with bright red hair, a bunch of piercings (also a scar on one ear), wearing spiky platform boots, spiked bracelets and choker like Millie's (but in white w/ black spikes) and patched black jeans, wiping Pop Tart crumbs off a My Chemical Romance shirt and he just looks up at them totally nonchalantly and goes "Heyo" and walks off and they're like MAURICE WHAT THE HELL?!? WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THIS KID?!?! JUVIE?!!?!??

- Millie's grandpa doesn't Know Dylan has DID 100%- Dylan hasn't told him and doesn't plan to- but he notices major changes in personality from time to time and catches Millie, Sarah or Brooke calling him different names occasionally. That plus his vague knowledge of what goes down at Dylan's house, he's sorta put the dots together on his own, but he hasn't said anything yet.

- Ok so like, I love the idea of Brooke having like a pastel/bubblegum-bitch aesthetic. One time Brooke dressed Millie up in a pastel goth style (and Dylan gave her a scene/emo style) and at the time she was like it's so BRIGHT it's so SOFT WHAT but shes been thinking about that ever since and occasionally while shopping she'll pick out a pair of cutesy/pastel earrings or a neon accented choker or something like that.

- Brooke introduces Millie and Dylan to Marina. Millie introduces Brooke to MCR (or something, idk, for as much of a goth as I am I mostly listen to Penelope Scott). Dylan introduces them both to FaLiLV (a Japanese band). Brooke does not like their taste in music.

- Millie's idea of calming down is laying on her bed and listening to screamo.

This took me an hour and a half I'm sorry

ADHAKFJHSJKJHKDSSJFD I LOVE THESE-

The one about Millie being terrible with children but them loving her anyway, is so accurate to my Millie as well. She can take care of a child about as well as she can take care of herself (not much at all-), but her cousins absolutely love when she babysits them, and Gregory looks up to her as a role model (Millie's just like "thanks, but reconsider!" lol)

And the one with Millie's grandpa practically adopting Dylan, I swear ur trying to kill me with wholesomeness, I love them sm. In my AU if Dylan was having issues with his family and Millie's grandpa found out, he'd just calmly stand up and walk into the garage, coming back with a baseball bat. He'd calmly tell Millie and the others that he's just going to have a "talk" with Dylan's parents, while Millie knowing damn well just what he means by that starts chasing after him telling him not to do this, Dylan not far behind.

Dylan's parents would just hear someone pounding on their door, and when they answer there's just an extremely tired and pissed off 60 something year old man on their doorstep, and two teens attempting to hold him back, all while Millie's grandpa is shouting a load of expletives at them.

The whole time Dylan is just panicking, and is all like "M-Mr. Fitzsimmons, you don't have to do this!", whereas Millie knows that her grandfather will not calm down until someone is at least hospitalized.

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

For match ups: I'm nonbinary and a lesbian but I'm ok with being matched with a guy since there's literally 4 women. I'm a virgo, I like nature and gardening but also rock music and the macabre. Im generally quiet and empathetic but really creative too. I can actually be a bit chaotic as well and I love sports like fencing and archery and a few others. But the chaos is kinda hampered by my social anxiety. Sorry this won't fit in one ask so 🐈 (1/2).

🐈(2/2) I'm also autistic, I manly have sensory issues (hugs are great but if my jean's tag touches me I'll go right to hell) and I'm semi-verbal. I tend to express myself more with my appearance, I dye my hair bright colors, wear cool patches and I have several ear piercings. Overall for looks: I'm 5'1 with short hair and hazel eyes. Sorry this was so long but thanks for allowing multiple asks, its always so hard to decide what to say and it never feels like enough lol. Thanks and good luck!

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Thank you!! I hope you enjoy!!

Your love is shared by our very own...

Namless Ghoulette Mist-!! 

That’s right, the OG ghoulette and you are a happy couple! You two vibe so well and have been a loving couple for a few years now! The two of you hit it off when you both discovered your shared love of music. Mist has even tried to teach you how to play using her bass, how romantic! But the more she got to know you, the more Mist felt like she could be herself around you. Mist has always been a bit of a mysterious and quiet ghoulette- and not a lot of people tend to really KNOW her. But with you she felt she could always be herself. 

The fact that you also are a mixture of quiet and chaotic is just what she loves- as she’s the same way! Everyone thinks Mist never does anything crazy, but under her cool exterior is a ghoulette who is curious and lively! One of her favorite things is when you dye your hair a new crazy color and you let her help. One time you spent the day trying to figure out how to dye her thicker, ghoulish hair and you both were blue for a good month! I’m sure she has also sat and asked you about every patch you ever wear, wanting to know if there is a cool story behind them. 

Your chiller side helps her relax all the time. One of the benefits of being with her in the clergy is that all the churches have some type of garden. On quiet days when you both don’t feel like doing much talking or anything super exciting, you both go out to the plants. You’ve taken out a boom box more than once to play some old, hard rock while you both water and tend to the flowers. After, Mist insists on finding a nice surface to take a nap on so you can finish your tape in peace! You are both a lovely couple and no one ever knows what you two are up to at any given time!! 

Runner up for your hand!: Cumulus

[ierohero]

what do you use to make your patch pants? i want to make my own but i'm not sure what kind of fabric and paint is best to use and i don't want it to fade and crack or be hard to sew onto my jeans (speaking of which do you think jeans are a good type of pants to use)? i know there are a million ways to make patches lol so i'm not sure which ones work well

for patch fabric I just got a giant pair of black jeans from the thrift store for 3 dollars and cut squares off of that (I also had some other black jeans that I had outgrown that I use too) I’m pretty sure that’s always going to be cheaper than going and buying fabric from a craft store and using jeans means you know the fabric will be tough enough (though I did turn an old mcr shirt into a backpatch for one of my vests so t shirt fabric can be ok for vest patches I think cuz it’s not gonna get as much wear and tear on it as pants) for the designs I use acrylic paint (basic brand if you care) but fabric paint would probably work just as well,,, (also don’t be too worried about cracking mine sometimes crack a bit after I’ve washed them a few times but it takes two seconds to go over the cracks with a little paint and then they’re good as new again) I use white embroidery floss for thread cuz it’s very thick and sturdy and shows up really well,,, as for if you should use jeans or not I think that’s really up to you these news ones I’m working on are denim but my first pair wasn’t and that was good in some ways because they’re warmer as pants and very comfy but it also means the softer fabric tears easily and a lot of the placement of the patches was decided by me having to cover up rips lol,,, I think the best way to go about it is to just find some pants you like that look good on you no matter what they’re made of and Then decide oh I’m gonna put patches on these,,, like ur absolutely right there’s a bunch of different ways to go about it and ultimately the best thing is to just start cuz the more you do it the more you’re going to discover what your specific method is and what little details you like best and the good news is you are trying to go for a messy aesthetic so if you fuck up it’s not that big of a deal lol