#amazing shawl btw

[occudo]

Would your Magus Archives Jon wear this?

I'm sorry, but this beautiful cape belongs to a Sky Mage, Mike Crew But I'm open to outfit suggestions 👁👁

[shujohajohaminnie]

Hi so for the smut prompts could you do 8 with lee know please and thank you btw I love your work

Hi of course I could do that, and I'm happy you're enjoying my writing it means a lot

Pairing: Lee Minho x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count:2054

Summary: How will this year's Christmas party turn out after you leave your husband wanting more than just a kiss?

Afab!reader, Profanity, pet names, Raw Sex (Wrap it before you tap it), Public sex (Kinda?!!), I think that’s it, let me know if I miss anything. 

This wasn’t the time or place, and you would’ve thought your husband would understand that. He didn’t. He warned you that you would pay for not allowing a quick fuck before you left your home. But you were already half an hour late to this party, so as much as you wanted to, you just couldn’t. Your husband wasn’t much of a beggar, you spoiled him whatever he needed you gave to him, Minho did the same thing, whatever you wanted you were gifted. He’d give you the world if you’d ask for it. You should have known not to kiss him before you could make it out of the penthouse. “Come on Jagiya” he begged lifting your dress slowly. He had to attend this year's Christmas party at work, and like all the other parties he requested you to be there. To not only make him feel less lonely but also to show off his gorgeous wife. Not only were you well known as the CEO’s wife but you were also known for always being dressed to impress. Every single time you showed up at the office to have lunch with him, spend time with him, or just distract him in general, you did it in style. This time was no different. You decided to dress festive this year around going with a short dark red velvet dress that sported a high slit on your right thing. Paired with a white faux fur shawl, with plans on wearing white silk gloves, dangly diamond earrings, a gift from none other but your amazing husband.

*Before the party*

He noticed the high slit on the dress, taking into account the lack of fabric you were wearing underneath. “My love?” “Hmm?” you hummed putting on your earrings as you walked into the closet looking for your gloves. “Are you wearing underwear” You shook your head walking past him and into the bathroom looking for your lipstick. “Why not” “I can’t wear any with this dress… not with the slit being this high” He closed his eyes taking a deep breath, you would be the death of him. He knew not to tell you to change. “You can’t see anything” You defended walking back into your shared room. You were right you really couldn’t see anything, you made sure of it. 

“You look so good” He whispered peppering your neck with kisses as he continued to raise your dress higher and higher. “Yes I do baby… but what about you” “What about me?” “This isn’t work hon this is a Christmas party… Your Christmas party” “No this is my Christmas party that you forced me to throw… so technically this is your party” “Even more reason to dress festive at least put on a red tie” “I don’t have a red tie” “Don’t you lie to me… what happened to the red tie I gifted you on our last anniversary” “...” “Please change” “I will not be changing but it’s cute that you tried” “Minho” “Weren’t you the one saying that were late” “Oh now you care” You rolled your eyes following him to the front door. He grabbed your coat helping you put it on, took your hand, and led you into the elevator. He stood behind you groping your body over the dress. You smacked his hand, pointing to the camera that was in the elevator. “You think being filmed will stop me, I’ll buy the building just to get that tape for you… add it to the collection” You shook your head stepping away from his hold as the elevator reached the lobby. “We can’t we’re late” You smirked grabbing his hand and leading him out. 

The party this year wasn’t as much of a drag as last year's. This year’s actually looked like an actual holiday party, with of course your help. You were running the night before making sure the venue Minho rented out for tonight would be perfect, exactly like the vision in your head. It looked like a winter wonderland. “Oh My God” You giggled as you walked into the doors, the snow machine set up by the entrance covering the both of you in glittery faux snow. He smiled down at you his hold on your waist tightening as you walked up the steps to where the actual party was being held at. “This looks amazing Jagiya” he whispered kissing your neck. His employees all turned to look at the both of you immediately in a trance as the long-awaited beautiful couple finally showed up. 

“Let's go” Minho groaned tugging your hand. Different year but the same attitude towards work parties. Always wanting to leave after being there for only twenty minutes. “Min” You laughed putting your hand on his face, your thumb stroking his cheek. “We haven’t been here long enough to leave” “But there's nothing to do” “How about you talk to your employees” “They’re all scared of me” “Yeah, because you won’t have an outside of-work conversation with them, and you don’t smile… let them see that pretty smile”. He forcefully smiled, of course, being a sarcastic smile instead of his usual charming smile. “If you don’t talk to them Lee Minho I will not give you your present tonight” “And tell them what?” “Ask them about their plans this Christmas and New Year’s, bond with them… that's what these parties are for anyways”. He groaned letting go of your hand taking his drink and walking towards the group of people that called him boss. 

Whatever you wanted you were gifted.

He came back with a smile, leaving a crowd of people laughing at what you could only assume was one of his famous stories. “Do you feel better” “Much” he smirked taking your hand and leading you away from the main hall. Towards a door that separated you from the rest. He led you inside, In the middle of the room was a desk the rest of the room was filled with extra decorations for your party. This must’ve been the owner of the venue’s office. He closed the door behind him, leading you to the desk. He took a seat in the leather chair, you stood in front of him, in between the desk and him. “Sit” “Where?” You looked around the wasn’t another chair in sight so where the hell could you possibly sit? “Here” he patted onto the wood of the desk. You smiled following his directions crossing your legs in front of him. “I want my present now pretty” “Min… not here” You giggled resting your hands on his shoulders as he scooted in closer to you. “Yes baby… here” “Min…” “Open your legs for me baby” he whispered placing his cold hands on your knees. Slowly forcing them apart. “I wanna see you” He pouted looking at you. How could you deny him? 

Whatever he needed you gave to him. 

He smiled at the sight in front of him, your bare pussy already glistening with your wetness. “What got you like this baby” he whispered spreading your labia to reveal your needy clit. “You baby only you” And it was the truth not only could Minho get you wet in seconds at the sight of him in a suit but also at the sight of him enjoying himself around the people around him. It sounded weird, but you really loved seeing him happy. Really happy. He lowered his head inches away from where you wanted him. “Please Min… I need you” “Where do you need me Jagiya… here” He kissed the inside of your thighs, slowly sucking the skin. “Or here” he teased moving on to the other thigh” “H-Here”  You moaned pushing his head against your pussy. He didn’t waste time at all, doing figure eights on your sensitive bud while his index finger circled teasingly around your hole. 

You quickly took off your shawl and gloves pulling down your dress to reveal the lack of bra as well. “My dirty dirty girl… you wanted me to do this to you didn’t you” He moaned against your pussy pushing his fingers in and out of you and a steady pace. You nodded throwing your head back as you let out the most pornographic moan the closer and closer he brought you to your orgasm. You didn’t worry about people hearing the two of you, not with how loud the music was playing, but so what if they did? You two wouldn’t be the first one caught fucking at the Christmas parties. “M-min I’m c-close” “Cum for me baby, cum on my face” How could you not listen to his instructions when he talked to you like that. He sounded so dirty, so sexy. You came on his face and fingers, and he didn’t waste one drop of it. Licking you completely clean. 

He smirked coming up to kiss you on the lips, his hand pushing you deeper and deeper into the kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. “You taste so good baby” he spoke lowly in between the kiss. Undoing his belt and pants simultaneously. He didn’t warn you, before sticking his tip in between your lips and into your hole completely filling you. You dug your nails into his shoulder, even with his shirt still on you knew he still would have dents. He hissed at the sting it felt so good yet so painful. But he couldn’t complain not when he was doing the same to your hips. “Fuck” he sighed at the feeling of your tightness around his pulsating cock. No matter the amount of times you fuck in a year, month, day, or hour he could never get tired of the way you felt around him. The feeling of him filling you up every single time. It was like every time was the first. “You ready baby” He whispered against the skin of your neck. You nodded slighting tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. “Fuck me Min” That's all he needed to hear before beginning to slide in and out of you. You may have never asked for the world but he always gifted you heaven when you made love. 

You gripped his back pulling him closer as he continued to thrust in and out of you. Obeying your every command of ‘harder’ and ‘faster’. Both the feeling of him going in and out of you at a fast rate paired with the dirty profanities he muttered, moaned, and groaned into your ear drawing you closer and closer to your peak. “FUCK MIN” You screamed squeezing around him. You didn’t have to say it he knew you well enough to know ‘that’ meant you were ready. He bit his lip, getting closer and closer, his legs growing weak and his thrust turned sloppy. “C-cum” he barely whispered but you heard him, even with the loud music outside that door you heard him. You came around him, Minho filling you up with his cum. 

“Boss… we wanna know if you and the misses wanna make a” The door opened to reveal one of his newfound friends. “Toast” “Shit” His employee closed the door quickly, his head resting against it. “Sorry… I should’ve knocked” “It’s fine Felix we’ll be there in a second” Minho muttered pulling out and picking up his pants tucking in his shirt and putting on his suit jacket once again. He grabbed a hand full of tissues quickly cleaning you up. You both knew with the lack of underwear to hold in his cum, it will no doubtly be leaking down your thighs. But you couldn’t do anything anymore, not with a crowd of people waiting for both of you to make a toast. 

“Merry Christmas Mr. Lee” You whispered taking his hand in your smiling as you both came out of the office. “Merry Christmas Mrs. Lee” He pecked your lips leading you back to the main hall. 

[nthflower]

Thanks to Reddit person btw I steal them from there here all of them.

I loved this. Is it canon tho?

🫤

Girls. It's a little basic I think but nice.

Nice I think. Art is amazing. She looks great 👍🏼

I have no comments for this ehh I guess. I don't understand fashion btw.

I like this a lot. Really a lot. I love when suits have shawls with them.

So formal? Idk.

I don't know this character he looks like a angry edgy teenager. And I hate meaty teeth. Not for me.

It's a little ugly. But I like it.

Ugly and basic. Perfect

Oh I can only post ten pictures 🫤 part 1 then.

[shiny-jr]

I've been wondering ever since you released the damnation sneak peak—it was such an amazing story btw, I loved it!!—about the MC

If I'm not wrong it was never mentioned what crimes the MC did, so did they actually do something? Or are they framed? I mean wouldn't it be funny if the MC was a serial murderer to turn into a parrot AKSJAKWK

I'm glad people are so interested in it! Honestly, the first sneak-peek got more attention than some of my full posts, which is really surprising. Can't wait to see how the project does when I finish the entire quiz and seven results/stories.

Anyways, about the mc, yes, they did commit a crime! If you happened to be here earlier when the idea was fairly fresh, I pretty much referred to all seven mcs as "criminal mc." Because they did, in fact, commit a crime. The severity of the crime varies, as each mc is aligned with a different crime. But their crime somewhat resembles the role they play in the story they end up in. So you can probably guess a few. Oh, and none of the mcs actually turn into animals or get appendages like wings or ears or tails. For the mcs that end up in the role of a character that happens to be an animal, I describe their clothing so it somewhat resembles the animal character they play. Example, parrot mc with the colorful shawl (represents colorful wings) since they play Iago's role, or raven mc with the black cloak (represents black/dark wings) since they play the role of the Queen's raven. I think the only mc who might actually change appearances is Octavinelle's mc, but we'll see once I start writing for them.

[usernoneexistent]

A/N: So for ‘travel’ which was actaully the first idea that I had and was my main inspiration for the songs as titles. BTW, one scene was inspired from Bridgerton so yeah XD. Also, I might have made a cameo to Clover’s great grandparents.

Characters featured: Victoria Summer belongs to the amazing @whatwouldvalerydo​, Victoria was a sweetheart to work with compared to Winona.

Characters mentioned: Nolan Miller @hogwartsmysteryho​ and Oliver Gerard @kc-and-co​.

Warnings: gambling, reference to drinking.

The sound of seagulls soaring above their heads as the sun rises in its glory above the waters. Despite the cool breeze from the Atlantic Ocean, the two women were warmed by their thick shawls. 

“Oh look, Victoria! There are dolphins!” Winona pointed over the railings. Her dear friend, Victoria Summer, was a little reluctant to look over from the vast height but smiled when she did see the grey leaping figures in and out of the water. “I see them; they’re absolutely gorgeous.” 

“Look at that one leaping.” A particularly large dolphin jumped high above the dark water. 

Both women had always wanted a ladies' trip to America. Lucky for them, Winona had a widowed great aunt who agreed to be their guardian during their stay. Though Nolan, Winona's sweetheart, Glenn, her brother, and Oliver, Victoria’s sweetheart, had argued that they should join as chaperones. Winona knew Glenn only would join to keep an eye out on Nolan. Oliver was concerned about them travelling alone; however, they reassured him it would be fine if they stuck together. 

Winona was the one to suggest travelling via an ocean liner. It was a muggle invention; however, a muggleborn wizard felt that wizards and witches should have their version too, but naturally more magically advanced. They were on the SS Kelpie Tempest, sailing first class. Even though they had only stayed for a day so far, the experience was ravishing. Separate bedrooms and ensuite bathrooms for both girls and house elves to cater to their needs. They were also accommodated with a sitting room and a viewing deck. 

Later, Victoria and Winona got dressed and ready for dinner that evening. Winona, as per usual, ditched the corset to remain comfortable, especially at meal times. She felt it was always a hassle to put on the undergarments before tying, buttoning, or even sewing into the outer garments. Though tonight, Winona was in the mood to make an effort with her appearance. Victoria helped pick a royal blue silk dress that twinkled like the night stars from every angle for Winona to wear. At the same time, Victoria herself went for a gorgeous velvet red dress with roses embroidered on it. 

“Vicky?” Winona walked over to the vanity, “I need help buttoning up my dress.”

“I can help you with that,” She placed her ivory brush down before coming to Winona's aid. 

“Thank you, do you want me to do your hair?” Winona offered.

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

Winona twisted and twirled her hair into a half-up to still display the gorgeous chocolate brown curls. 

“Oliver doesn’t know how lucky he is,” Winona said as she placed in hairpins. 

Victoria shook her head, “he doesn’t realise how lucky I am to have him.”

Once brushed, powdered, and finished off with a spray of one of Victoria’s perfumes, the two young ladies head off for dinner. Arm linked, they went inside the panelled dining room looking for their table. Near their table was a couple; the man looked familiar. His grey eyes and dark hair to his straighten and awkward posture. Winona realised who it was. It was Horace Sweets, a family friend. Last she heard from him was that he had gotten married recently. She presumed the young blonde woman who looked around her age next to him was his new wife. 

“Mr Sweets?” Winona gently tapped his shoulder. He was a little alarmed by her sudden appearance. 

“Winona? My goodness, how you have grown.” Horace was never one for hugs, so they shook hands instead. “May I introduce you to my wife, Priscilla.”

“Hello, it’s lovely to meet you, Priscilla. I am Winona Rosewood, and this is my girlfriend, Victoria Summers.” Winona pulled Victoria Summers closer, “It’s lovely to meet you both.”

They ended up joining dinner together. Winona explained how Horace and her father became good friends. Their friendship was controversial as many in the American old money scene view Horace Sweets as a social climber despite having worked hard. Winona and Victoria found Priscilla to be pleasant and very conversational to be around. Horace excused himself to his cabin while Priscilla stayed.

“If you ladies are not planning on retiring early,” Priscilla glanced over where her husband had left. “Would you like to join me and other ladies to a ladies' night in a private sitting room?”

Winona gave a knowing smirk over to Victoria, the one that usually made her afraid that Winona would follow her natural curiosity. Since Winona was familiar with her husband, Victoria figured it would be safe to join them and ensure that Winona doesn’t get into trouble.

“We would love to join you,” Winona replied. 

Priscilla guided them through the ship's upper decks to a closed room. It was already filled with other ladies. Some faces she recalled being around the boat. They were drinking and laughing to their heart's content. Some ladies were playing poker and smoking like gentlemen. Priscilla guided them to a table with a young lady sitting by herself. She was about the same age as them.  

“Kitty, I have brought some guests with us.” Priscilla made formal introductions to each other before being seated at the table. Winona saw cards placed on the table. 

“How lovely, would you ladies care for a round of draw poker?” Kitty drawled out her words with a distinct Southern accent. 

“Draw poker?” Victoria questioned, looking a little worried. She leaned to whisper to Winona, “Are you sure it is safe to just gamble?”

“If you’re worried about money then I’ve got you covered,” she whispered back. Winona nudged her playfully, “besides this trip to New York is all about having some fun.”

“I guess so,” Victoria hesitated but sat down nonetheless. Kitty and Priscilla smiled as the other ladies chattered behind them. 

“Great, let me explain the rules,” Kitty started.

*

���I can’t believe I lost five hundred dragot,” Winona whined as they entered Victoria’s bed-chamber. “Father is going to kill me.”

“I can’t believe I actually won,” Victoria said in a mild state of shock.

“Probably beginner’s luck.”

“Probably…” She trailed, “But that’s money I can exchange and put into my new line.”

“I think that is deserving of a celebration for you.”

Winona set up the gramophone from her room in Victoria’s.  

“What are you doing, Nona?” Victoria giggled 

“Celebrating with a dance party, don’t you think?” Winona pulled Victoria in. As much as Victoria wanted to sigh about Winona’s impulsiveness that led to trouble, though, she always made it seem slightly appealing, only ever so slightly. Victoria joined in with Winona’s celebration by dancing into the early morning until both passed out exhausted from the night.

[wench-and-jezebel]

Howl’s Moving Castle Reaction:

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Wench’s Note: the first half of this was reacting to the original.  About halfway through, we switched to the English dub.  We didn’t mark it though, so… fun ‘lil guessing game :)

Second Wench's Note: Also, the book comes up quite a bit and, while I've read the book before, it was a longggg time ago. If there are any false statements... apologies. Feel free to let me know (politely)!

– – –

Welp… Title already makes sense

Mood lady! I hate hats  *sigh*  I don’t have the right head shape

She just looks so grumpy

How did she not see that guard to begin with?  

Oh shit blobs!  Tf?

Oooo he flies

Ye this is normal… Just walking on air… As one does

No– No one– NO ONE SAW THIS???  Like… THEY WERE JUST FLYING  [He probably has some kind of glamor up tbf.  Or he just… Doesn't care.]   ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [He's a bit of a show-off, tbh]  I would be too tbf if I could just fecking fly

The fucking men just be popping up everywhere

Blobssss  [Blobs]

Wait she’s the old lady right?  [Ma'am, I say nada]

Le gasp

Well… damn

Bruh.  

BRUH!  SEE IF I WOULD HAVE WAITED TWO SECONDS!!  EVERYTIMEEEEEE!!!

I feel ya, Sophie, I feellll yaaaaa

She is handling this…. Surprisingly well  [Perks of magical realism, tbh; they know wizards exist, and they know abt the witch, and-]  Fair!

Oh noooo!

☠️☠️☠️☠️ A 90 year old … You don’t say

Poor Sophie 🥺🥺🥺

MOOOOD SOPHIE!!!  ISS ME. And my kids are the witch 😭 they made me old

Ma’am… you’re old. Maybe hiking a mountain is not a good idea  [She gotta go on her trademark Studio Ghibli quest]

Le gasp! A scurrrcrow

[Did you see what he's carrying]  Well damn 🥺  [Man Scarecrow brought her a cane]  That’s wholesome

“Can you bring me a house…” And he left… Scarecrow: I gotchu ol lady

[He knows where to find her one… He done brought her a house]  😭😭😭

IT’S GONNA SIT ON HER

Oh, or not 🤣

Jumppppp Sophie

[Turnip-Head brought her her shawl :)]  💕💕💕 I love him  [You gonna love the next anthropomorphic being more]

Ooooo I see fire 🙂

[In case this hasn't registered, btw... she just invaded a wizard's home.  His very feared castle.  And sat down.  And stoked the fire.]  ☠️☠️☠️ Fair

Calcifer! (Casifer 🤔😂)

Ooop she ded  [This really is you… She fell asleep mid-conversation]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  MOOOD SOPHIEEEEE!  I feel ya boo! I feel ya

Ooooo that noooseee

A child 

I sat down and cracked like that ☠️☠️☠️ I feel like I’m resonating with this movie in the wrong way 😭☠️🤣  [Then the moral will resonate too]  I even have a shawl like that ☠️ [That... is not the moral]

So they are afraid of him but he’s not bad  [They are afraid of the Wizard Howl, yes.  BUT.  As I think is clear, they're not clear on who, exactly, Howl is]  Ahhh! I see.  Makes sense  [If you saw, Markl just answered messages for both Wizards Jenkins and Pendragon]

Giant house comes creeping down the road… I’d be scurrrd too… but I’m guessing a bit thing is not to judge by appearances

Oh damn

[Pay attention to Calcifer being cute]  I’m a DeMon…

The kids like… shit all I had to do was lay a pan on him

OH HE’SSSS HOWL  [!!!]  LE GASPPP

[Calcifer monch on eggshells :)]  THE NOISEEEE  💕💕💕💕😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣  Meh oi eh

Imma eat my steak like that! If I stop responding … Hubby killed me (Kidding)

[Did I mention Sophie is just amazing?  She legit just invaded a scary wizard's house... and told him it was filthy... to his face]  ☠️☠️☠️🤣🤣🤣  Very true

Ooooof

Just know! Now my husband’s gonna expect me to watch anime in… not English… with him. And I full blame you 😤  [GOOD]  My brain be struggling to do it all [Get good]

Ancient sorcery! The worst kind

[Calcifer get bacon :)]  Me meh mi meh

[Dang, Sophie, be nice.  Calcifer told you that you couldn't talk about it alksdfj]  Women! They never listen 🤣

Oh shit! Ok lady strength

["A witch rages within"  Poor Calcifer :(]  Poor Calcifer indeed

He fly again

Grumpy

Markl’s too cute  [Buddy, whatchu hiding?]  Also true

Uh oh.  He ain’t there to not let her get carried away

Oh SHIT IT’S THE BOYS BATHROOM

[He's so cute :)]

SCARECROW  [He's called Turnip, the Turnip-Head actually. According to Sophie.]

BRUH That seems not sturdy  [Ma'am, stop overthinking the magical castle]  Shhhh  [No]

Ahhh I seee

🥺🥺🥺  Wench this better have a happy ending ‘cause, minus the curse, it’s too happy  [Hmph.  I say nothing]  *opens google* try me Wench  [You can't multitask that much and we both know it]  *tells husband to open google* TRY ME — er, US — Wench

[Literally as we speak, you're missing that Howl is a bird]  Oh shit!  Howl is a bird!  [alkdsfjlakdf no shit]

Oh them toes

There is so much 😭😮‍💨  Sooo much happening

[You don't seem to have caught that she was young again]  I– I didn’t 😭  Is she young when she sleeps?  [She was young when he checked on her as she slept, yes.]  Bruh the witch is a biiiiitch! What kinda curse is thatttt  [I didn't say what was going on; I said it was what happened.  Shush and watch]

BLOB  [Blob]  BLOB

“AHHHHH!!!”  [You remember your prediction about Markl not paying attention when she went cleaning?]  YES- OH NOOOOO  [There ya go… I love this lil drama queen]

P- poor ☠️☠️☠️ poor howl  [And btw… when I say drama queen… ]  Buddy  [...I mean DRAMA QUEEN]  Budddy!!!!  [Man's calling on the Spirits of Darkness because of his hair dye]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  ACk

Oooop- she’s looking younger! SO CONFUSING

[Turnip-Head brought her an umbrellaaaaaaa]

BUDDDY  [Did I mention “drama queen”?] 

Ah the rain too

Booty ☠️  [Ma'am, mind out of the gutter]  It wasn’t in the gutter.  It was on the screennnn!  [Bitch-]

[His room be prettyyyyy]  It issss.  It’s a lot though

[btw, this is the English dub for that conversation: (Sophie): "Howl, why is the Witch of the Waste trying to hunt you down?" (Howl): "She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her.  Then I realied she wasn’t, so, as usual, I ran away." For information purposes]

Hmmm, the sigh

[His hair is magical]  *Simultaneously* His hairrrr tho  [I want it]

Ooop-

THE FUCK IS THIS DOG?!?!  [I say nothingggg]  Full Metal Alchemist vibessss

OH GOSH THIS WOMAN

["Thanks to him, I've become a cleaning lady"  Bitch, that was either the Witch's fault or your own decision; you just kinda... announced it to Howl]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  Right?!

Blobbbssss  [Blobs go bye-bye]  Blobs blobbed

Poor dog [*simultaneously* Poor pupper]  Is struggling  [SBC]  He’s like halpppp

Tf [Who carries a dog like that tho 😭]

The guardsss

I’m dying.  Well, actually THEY are dying.  Im laughing.  

That’s just not normal

[SHE SAID WENCH!  SHE USED MY NAME IN VAIN!]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

That would be me tho… Im tired for them  *sigh*

[Ma'am be lying to the Witch of the Wastes]

Ooooooof  [Feels bad.  Like... she's awful but also :(]

She is saying she is his mother? …  [Yeah, that's their strategy.  Well, Howl's strategy]  Ackles movie vibessss  [Ma'am, shush]  I can’t think of the name  [Devour.  But also no]  My brain has too many tabs open

Well damn  [:(]

[Sophie is awesome]  YESSS  [The pupper's eyes tho alkdsjf]

She be getting younger  

Ooop- Fangirl  [The Witch is also pathetically adorable alksdjf]

Oooop I might understand the curse now

[Oof- That bluff went badly]  ☠️☠️

Howl!

WHATS HAPPENING!  [That was the King.  The current plotline is that the King is demanding Howl (as Howl, as Jenkins, and as Pendragon) report for, essentially, a magical draft to fight in the war.  (This is magical realism, so magic is kinda commonplace.)  The first version of the King has been revealed to be Howl trying to bluff his way out of the war without breaking his oath to report when needed.  This got broken because a) she knew who he was already but b) the real King walked in and was like.  Hey.  Good?]  Yes! 🙂 thank you lool!

The dark hair’s nice tho  [I knowwwwww]  Noooo the witch ☠️☠️

This shit is crazyyyyyy  [Welcome to Studio Ghibli]  Fucking animeeeeee  [I'm now making you watch Spirited Away btw]

[Parallels to their first meetinggggg]  True lol

Ooooo scurrryy

They fly  [Many times]

Dog said he's out too

Oooo such a scurry demon... gets summoned with the heart  [OH SHIT THE MEANING TO THAT!!!  I'll explain later]

The fucking witch in the back thooo…  Just smiles

Ma'am, you know she's not his mom... stahp  [You really were scarred by Devour, huh?]  Yes

[They destroying his door :(]

[Markllllll  He’s so cute]

Bruh [Poor Calcifer :(]  The house just ate them.  I’m ded

That’s adorable…  Also, she younger!   Not young, but younger

So, is emotion a factor?

Ooooop-  She very young.  [Yup, even when awake]  She young and he's a bird… Ladyhawke vibes

🥺  [He has a nest]

[BRUH LKDSJF;LAKDSJF THAT WAS BATMAN.  Like, I knew English version was Christian Bale, but that was Batman]  It is loool… except bird man

Wait, Calcifer sounds familiar too  [He's Mike Wazowski, I think.  iirc]  Le gasp!

Double le gasp!  My emojis!  I cannot use them!

The- The house.  Has.  A tongue.

[BRUH THE MEANING!  Okay, I’ll explain shit later.]

So is she just.... good now?  [Her deal with the demon possessing her was broken… So kinda]  Ahhh

Sir!  He's so happy!  [I love him in this scene.  He's pretty :)]

THIS!  I love this scene! 

Jumpscare

Well damn

But also like… If the witch that cursed Sophie is now kinda irrelevant, how does the curse get broken?

[He made her her own shop :)]

Ooop- The voice changes are giving me whiplash  [It's helping you keep track of her age tho]

BUT HOW DOES THE CURSE GET BROKEN?!  [Bitch, just watch… HE MADE HER A WHOLE LOCATION OKAY PAY ATTENTION TO THE SWEETNESS]  I AMMM 💕💕😭😭

And young again

Kay 😍

His fucking hair length changes as much as her voice.  And appearance  [IT'S ALL MAGIC; JUST SHUSH]

[This be concerning buddy.  It feels like giving away your possessionssss]  😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢  (I found the emojis)  [Did I mention that all of my faves are apparently concerningly risky with themselves]  Maam your type... is concerning  [Shhhh.  I'm sure it doesn't mean anything]  Mhhmmmn

[Howl, buddy.  You won't fight in the war, but you just... fought in the war.]

Ooooop-

Tf???  Flying tadpoles  [The entities in these films are awesomely weird okay?  Like These Dudes (below)]  Awwwwww

Sophie, why are you pedaling, ma’am

Awwww

[ALSKDJF;LSAKFDJ THE MEANING!!!  Remind me to explain]  Ok lol

She gonna die… She's become too likable.  *Sighhhh*

Oh damn I thought they were sisters 💀  [I thought they were.  I think they were in the book.  It might be a nickname]  They were in the other verison

[She better not have hurt Calcifer :(  I forget if she did but.]

Le gasp  Well DAMN!  The bitch!  [I think her husband was a hostage, ma'am]  Aaaand? hmph

Awwwwwwwwww my heart

Bruh  [Oh shit she does seem to have hurt Calcifer :(]  Her whole personality changed  [She lost the demon, woman, so no wonder]  Yeah, but she was being so nice. What changed?  I thought losing the demon made her nice  [Oh, I see... Just... file it under things to discuss in endpoint if not answered]  Ok lol

[Blobs]  Blobs

Ooooof they are gonna have strange babies  [Ma'am, he's not actually a bird]

["You're alive!"  Shades of Westley/Buttercup: "If you want I could fly!"]

[She just put the cigar out on his handddd  😭]  Right?!?!

Edddieeeeee vibeessssss [*simultaneously* EDDIE-CODED :(  Okay, actually.  Fuckkkkkkkk maybe not SPN fusion.  Maybe ST fusion.]  😭😭😭😭😭😭  [I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes]  Well fuck now that songs stuck in my head  [adslfjaldskfj good]

Oh shit  ["Looks like Howl's in trouble" My dear, when is he not?]

["I preferred him as a coward"  *sigh* Don't we all?  (That's Steve's "Don't be cute")] 😭😭😭 Stapppp I cantttt  [*This* one has a happy ending tho]

I'm soooooooo confused with the witch lady  [I’ll explain (I think)]

Oh shit  [Moving castle go bye bye :(]  😭😭😭😢 Welp  Encanto vibes  [KLJALKDSJFLAKSFDJ HOW DARE]

This movie has fucjing unlocked umpteen fic ideas  [I KNOW]

This girl is gonna get him ded  [I'm saying nothing]  Le Gasp!  (Also gaddamnnnn this tablet)

[Calcifer et her hair to be stronggggg.]  Noooo the pecs!  When he was lifting the wood  [What is it with fictional haircuts being so cool, f'real] I knowwwww

Oooop-

[Poor Howl :(]

Well damn  [There's so much symbolism I'm gonna cry]

Like.... Maybe it's just me but I would have let her burn  [asdflkjaldskfj]  🤷‍♀️

[Pupper still doing stuff]

Um.  “What if I killed Howl?” They BOTH told you it would.  I caught it even in a different language.  Wot do you meannnn?!  [Trueeee]  Also gotta love how she doesn't care she killed Calcifer just that she might have killed Howl  [alskdfj]

[This be Very Important btw]

He’s gotta pee lady

[Oh look it's the Supernatural season 8 finale]  ☠️☠️☠️

Oooop- [He monch the star]  The wheeze tho  [From him or the dog ☠️]  The dog ☠️☠️

["Find me in the future"  Remember how the first thing he said to her was "I've been looking everywhere for you?"  :)]  Yeasssss

[Howl be not looking so good]

Burujhhhhh them feettttt!  That was meant to be spelled bad ‘cause… damn

[These scenes were very different in the book, btw; tell you at endpoint]

That.  That was easier than expected.  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[Honestly, I still feel like SPN would work better, but I could do a ST one-shot from just that other scene]

[No fuckkkkk but the SPN vibes are killing me; explain later]

Awwwww  [Calcifer be so happy :)]

[Turnip saved them!]  Yusssss  [But he not responding :(]  Nooooooo

Ahhhhh… yussssss again!

[Ma'am, it's not the heart that’s so heavy; you're sitting on him ☠️]

Well damn

“Big boy”  [LAJSD;LFKJADF]

[Doggo betrayed evil witch woman :)]

The wheezing

New meaning to the phrase “Hot lips”

Awwwww

[Oh my god my head is killing me with the fic planning... I'ma be ranting later] Yesssss

– – –

Jezebel: OH SWEET IPHONE DISCORD I MISSED YIU

Wench: Your typing Has Not Improved 

Jezebel: YOU KJOWBWHAT? 🖕🏼

Wench: You prove my point  (For those not aware of the editing process, btw, I do a cursory spell/punctuation check as we go most times, as much as I can do without falling behind.  The above^ would be a lot more common if I didn’t.  Y’all are welcome!)  ANYWAY.  Endpoint

Jezebel: That was adorable!!! I may just rewatch fully in English ☠️☠️☠️  And by may… I will ☠️🤣🤣  Eventually

Wench: asldkjfalkdsfj

Jezebel: But the fic possibilities are endlessssss omg

Wench: TSCH!  Ma'am, that's reserved for not-endpoint-reaction!! No spoilers!

Jezebel: I knowwwww.  Was just saying!  But omg ok explain the bipolar witch please!  Cause the amount of things that gave me whiplash in this movie… Were a many

Wench: I mean, I think her personality was just… shifting. She'd lost the demon, so she wasn't as corrupted by power, but she was still questing for Howl's heart. I do think that her proximity to power restored her a bit to her earlier self (and when she was smoking the cigar she apparently got from Suliman), which is why you noticed her being a bit more her at times when she was near Howl… but it's all within her normal character

Jezebel: Ok fair!

Wench: As for the things I was saying I'd explain now, btw... They keep foreshadowing the reveal about his heart.  Like, there are blatant bits (e.g. her earlier note saying something along the lines of "You who swallowed a falling star, o' heartless man, your heart shall soon be mine.")  But there were smaller things.  Like the Witch being so focused on Calcifer, talking so regularly about "oh, what a pretty fire."  I'm sure it was partly because the fire *was* pretty, but when you know that she was questing for Howl's heart, it's got a second layer.

Jezebel: Ooooo! I thought it was just her being old and senile ☠️

Wench: Also, the heart reveal renders other things increasingly significant too.  Like the metaphors of the Witch trying to get at his heart, and it burning her when she tried... something something she tried to steal his heart and control it but it didn't work, whereas Sophie had been connecting with it from the very beginning. Or him telling Sophie that the way to get HIS RING to work and lead her home was to call out to Calcifer with her heart... Which was his heart... Connect the dots :)

Jezebel: Oooooooooh 💕💕💕🥺🥺

Wench: Also, an interesting thing... Like I said, the book is quite different.  It's one of the few adaptations, actually, that changes A Bunch about the original story but I just... can't be that mad about it.  Because the story isn't the same, but it's awesome anyway.  

Jezebel: Ooooh? Interesting :)

Wench: Yup!  And one such example is that they explicitly state what's going on with Sophie.  Sophie isn't just this ordinary girl. Or, well... She is, but she isn't.  She was a hatter, like in the film, and she usually talked to the hats.  It's explained that she would tell them what their owners would be like as she made them.  (One example is when she tells a hat that its owner would have a heart of gold and someone would fall in love with them for it)

Jezebel: That’s adorable thoooo

Wench: And whatever she said would come true.  But she was also highly determined to be the Eldest Daughter. Which means she'd stay at home, tend to the business, never ever ever seek any adventure, etc.  So she has this magic... and nonetheless sets about using it to have nothing happen to her ever, quite without knowing it.

Jezebel: Ack!  So the exact thing she doesn’t want is exactly what happens ☠️☠️🤣🤣

Wench: Precisely!  And that magic is the explanation for a lot of what goes on in the story.  It's why the scarecrow comes to life, for example.  And it's also the reason she's able to separate Howl/Calcifer without either dying.  In the book, she asks if she can separate them and Calcifer says that he thinks he'd die if anyone else did it, but he knows she's talked life into things before so, if anyone could do it, she could.  And she outright says "Have another thousand years" before pinching them apart so Calcifer will survive.

Jezebel: So the scarecrow’s not a prince in the book?

Wench: I don’t think so.  The scarecrow and the prince are two separate entities, and the prince has a far more gruesome fate.  I don’t fully remember enough to say more, but I’m pretty sure they’re separate.  She talks them both to life, though, so in that sense, it kinda works.

Jezebel: Ooooop! Well damn! I see!  Oh, and, as for endpoint… Ummmmm I have forgotten how to endpoint.  Halp!

Wench: Give thoughts.  Did you like it?

Jezebel: Ummm I LOVED it.   It was so gooooood!

Wench: Aight… Elaborate on that :) 

Jezebel: And cute and confusing sometimes but also sad and then happy.  Also why was he a bird man?  I think I missed that part

Wench: It was just one of his spells.  It helped him fight the largely air-based battle.  But it was an anthropomorphic spell, and he ran the risk of not recalling how to switch back each time he did it

Jezebel: Ohhhhh.  Ummmm… Did it ever explain Sophie’s cure being broken or was it ever broken?

Wench: Ah, right, so… complicated.  First off: the Witch's deal with the demon thing was basicallyyyyy that she got the power to cast curses but couldn't uncurse them.  Or at least, I think that's it, and that's how I've interpreted it.  So she couldn't change Sophie back.  I thinkkk, in large part, Sophie was eventually talking herself into the curse.  Like I said --- and as she's shown in the movie --- she's very doubtful and not-confident throughout the story… And she also had this magical power that let her control reality, within reason.  So, basically, she was expecting herself to be an old woman, and thus she was.  That's why she was young whenever she wasn't consciously focused on the fact that "oh, yeah, I'm old" (e.g. while she was asleep, when she'd woken up but was more focused on what was going on with Howl and his nest than what he was doing, etc).  And whenever she feels more confident/less like she's not worth much, the spell wanes further.  So, whenever the Markl calls her "family," whenever she's dwelling on love for Howl, etc.  And then, at the end, she's still got the silver hair because technically she's still cursed (or, at least, that's how I interpret it), but she's confident in who she is/where she's going/who she's with, so she's perpetually talking herself out of the curse.

Jezebel: Ahhh! Ok that makes sense! I was like…. Have they forgotten ma’am is cursed ☠️🤣

Wench: Also, bit of fun fact, parallel, etc…  Howl tells her, at the end, that her hair is like starlight.  And Calcifer was a falling star who was holding custody of his heart.  So Sophie at the end of the movie is the new bearer of his heart  😭

Jezebel: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 Awwwwww

Wench: I love this movie alskdjflkasjfd

Jezebel: It is veryyyyy goooood

Wench: Any more to say for endpoint?

Jezebel: Honestly not that I can think of! But I did love it!! 💕💕💕💕😭😭😭

Wench: Aight... what's next on our react schedule, you think?

Jezebel: Hmmmmm 🤷🏻‍♀️ 🤣🤣

Wench: Bitch, I just sent the excel!  You don’t pick one, I will.  And you likely won’t like it.

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Ummmmm… DA?

Wench: Aight, folks, you heard her!  ‘Til then!

[dobsonwollesen3]

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I see that smile that Souji has in that panel where they kiss, I’m screaming and I’m crying.

Also Yosuke is giving big “maiden watching her love go off to war” in that last picture, and by that mean I wanna steal his outfit with the shawl real bad, everything you draw is so pretty.

Amazing job as always.

i too want his outfit 😔 seems very cozy for cold weather

Thank you btw! :D❤❤

[diredove]

What does Dire Crowley Dig?

Dire is older than old-fashioned, he’s ancient-fashioned, okay? As a Dire devotee, it pains me to say it but he’s 100% the type to think women’s shoulders are distracting and still believes in wearing shawls to cover your upper arms. And do you know what that means, dear reader? It means he’s repressed, repressed to the highest and most hilarious degree. This man thinks closing the door when it’s just the two of you is scandalous, if you touched his forearm he’d simply combust. 

All this to say, I have many thoughts about how Dire “omg is that an ankle” Crowley feels toward potential love interests and in the essay (this is absolutely not an essay, I am simply vibing in the thirst void this whole post) I will detail what a prude this man is.

✥ Warnings: Saucy, spicy, scandalous!! Nothing truly explicit, but everything is vaguely-pretty darn suggestive! I don’t mention gender in this, expect for women’s shoulders once, so I think it counts as gender-neutral reader!  Also, spicy does not mean satisfying, because I play too much for this to be taken seriously asdfghjkl

✥ Firstly, just because he’s a prude doesn’t mean he knows he’s a prude. In fact, Dire fancies himself something of a devil in terms of romance, he thinks he’s too bold for those timid-hearted younglings, truly!

✥ Has written many a saucy love letter in his time, the very thought of the filth he’s written makes him red in the face when he thinks about it, “I would kiss your bare knee”, “If you were at my side this night, the cold would not frighten me so”, and “My love, my body yearns only for you” are just a few of the salacious gems he’s patted himself on the back about. What a dog, eh?

✥ It’s so painfully easy to riled Dire up it’s almost not fun, you could blink at him wrong and he’d think you were a minx. Touch his hand when taking something from him? He’s already wide eyed at your confidence. Put your face close to his for any reason? Are you trying to seduce him? Or, Seven forbid, you- I can’t even say it... Put a hand on his thigh? Good job, you killed him, he’s gone. Donezo. No more birdman.

✥ The first time he sees your calves he trips over air and his mask smashes into the ground so hard it’s amazing the beak didn’t crack off. And you’re just, out! Like that! Without a care! Our poor headmaster is so flustered he has to run off into an unused classroom to hyperventilate, he’s so hot all of a sudden and his big flashy coat seems far too thick.

✥ Will actually scream/yelp out loud if you wear anything off-the-shoulder, like, clutch his chest (and pearls) and shriek. Once he realizes that no one else seems to care you’re entirely exposed, he’ll play it off like he saw a bug or something. He doesn’t care, nope, no sir, he’s not sneaking peeks behind his mask at all. Shoulder are so mundane and totally not attractive to him at all.

✥ Don’t mention collarbones. Just don’t, for his sake, don’t.

✥ If you ever manage to get his number, you’re in for a treat! He still think love letters are the way to anyone’s heart and sends you a paragraph text so long you have to scroll for 2 minutes to reach the end. He’s quite proud of himself, he’s smugly sure you’re shivering at the thought of him.

✥ His bravado is dead the moment he open the image you sent him in return. He not touching his phone for a month btw, he can’t even type his password without going red and yelling in embarrassment. It doesn’t matter if he’s alone or in front of people, if he thinks about it, he’s yelling.

✥ Goes to Crewel for help because he realizes he’s in over his head but also still wants to look cool and experienced to you. Crewel laughs at him and tells him to struggle. Dire wonders what he pays any of the teachers for.

✥ Moving past Dire’s crisis over how everyone has magically become more experienced than him, we should also talk about how proud this man is. He absolutely loves praise and likes being told in detail that he’s doing a good job. Keep it sweet and if you think you’re over doing it? Do even more, because he’s eating it up no matter how cheesy or irrelevant the praise might be. You could say he makes great omelets and he would feel like the sexiest man alive.

✥ Definitely says “making love” instead of “fucking”, and if you say fucking he’s going to correct you and/or be flustered by your vulgarity. 

✥ Has never said “dick” in his life, always always uses a euphemism. 

✥ If his partner tries to dirty talk him he’s just going to stare with his jaw on the floor and now no one gets to do anything because Dire.exe has stopped working for the rest of the night. 

✥ Just, help him. He’s stuck in the 1900s somewhere and you’re going to have to hold his hand through modern-day hook-ups, he’s lost and afraid but morbidly intrigued by everything you teach him once he gets over his pride.

This is, way messier than I intended, but I am also brainrotting and simultaneously realizing I think about Dire’s intimate life too much to be sane. At least one of these headcanons is bound to be coherent though, I hope! When I’m a better writer I’ll probably write a better worded and less goofy rendition of this haha

[noona-clock]

One Condition 🎨🌺🎃

How about going to a Halloween party with TOP and you want to do a couples costume, but the only way he agrees is if it's a gender swap. Something ridiculous, like Morticia and Gomez or Dany Zuko and Sandy. Congrats on the 9k btw!

Thank you, dear @violagoth! I hope you like what I came up with!

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: TOP x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Words: 1,557

“What do you mean you won’t do it?!” you cried, your brow furrowed in almost extreme distress. “It’s the perfect idea!”

“I just don’t see why we have to do a couple's costume,” Seunghyun sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s so lame.”

“It is not!” you whined. “It’s cute! Especially this one!”

Your boyfriend simply let his hand fall from his face and shot you a Look.

So, you shot him a Look right back. You knew you could convince him -- persuade him -- break him down. You just needed to be unrelenting and annoying, he would give in.

“Come on,” you sighed, the whine still very much present in your tone. “It’s just one night, and it’s just Halloween. It’s fun! And we’ll look amazing! Everyone will love it, and we can go as whatever you want next year because you know my cousin throws a party every year, and --”

“Okay!” Seunghyun finally relented, and you lifted your hands to clap with delight... but he cut you off before you could. “On one condition.”

“What would that be?” you asked.

“We switch.”

Your brow furrowed immediately, and your head jerked back slightly in surprise and confusion. “...What do you mean?”

“We switch who’s who,” Seunghyun explained as a smirk began to form on his lips.

“Switch who’s -- what? Like... you’re -- and I’m --”

Seunghyun nodded silently.

“What?!”

Your boyfriend crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s the only way I’ll do it.”

After you closed your eyes... pressed your lips together... let out a very beleaguered sigh...

You nodded.

“Okay, fine.”

Seunghyun chuckled in the smuggest way a person can chuckle, and you simply shook your head. Only your boyfriend would be able to convince you to do this, that was for sure.

Oh, god. You couldn’t believe you were doing this.

It took you about a week to get your costume together, though not because it was difficult to find anything you needed. That part was quite easy, actually. You just took your time because you hoped Seunghyun would change his mind.

Of course, he did not.

And when the evening of the party arrived... you got dressed. Begrudgingly. Very, very begrudgingly.

You donned your high-waisted trousers, your button-down shirt, your suspenders, your felt, wide-brimmed hat. And just as you grabbed your artist’s palette and paintbrushes, Seunghyun appeared in the doorway of your closet.

Obviously, your immediate reaction was to burst out laughing.

The unibrow, for one, looked absolutely ridiculous and glorious at the same time.

And then there was the flower crown headband, the beaded necklaces, and the shawl around his shoulders.

Okay, so maybe your boyfriend’s idea to gender-swap your Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera couple’s costume wasn’t so bad after all. Seunghyun looked incredibly delightful, and you had to admit that you were much more comfortable in Diego’s outfit than you might have been in Frida’s. Seunghyun was way more confident in himself, and he could pull off a unibrow almost as well as the artist herself.

“Okay, you do look great,” you told him with a giggle as he dramatically flung his shawl over and around his neck like a scarf.

“I know I do,” he replied. “Frida is clearly the showstopper in this relationship, and I couldn’t let you steal the spotlight.”

“You’re right,” you grinned as you stepped up to give him a quick kiss. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“And that’s why I keep you around,” Seunghyun sighed, just barely able to keep a teasing smirk off his lips.

You rolled your eyes playfully before taking off your hat and swatting at him with it. “Come on, let’s go,” you chuckled.

Almost as soon as you stepped into your cousin’s house, it seemed like the entire place knew about your couple’s costume. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for the party guests to notice that Seunghyun -- your boyfriend -- was dressed up as Frida Kahlo, an extremely famous female artist.

To be honest, you had been just a tiny bit nervous most people wouldn’t think it as amusing as you did and would shoot you funny looks as you walked by. But, within five minutes of arriving, you knew you’d been silly to worry so much. You knew almost everyone there (besides your cousin’s co-workers), and they also knew Seunghyun. At the very least, they knew what you posted about him on social media, so they weren’t surprised that he wouldn’t bat an eyelash about dressing up as someone of the opposite gender -- and with a unibrow, no less! And they loved it.

For about ten minutes straight, you and Seunghyun posed for pictures. You thanked just about every single guest as they exclaimed over how amazing your costumes were, how unpredictable they were -- one of your cousin’s co-workers even used the word ‘genius,’ which you certainly didn’t deny.

Once the initial hype finally died down, the two of you found your way to the refreshment table to load up on chips and dip before taking pictures with your own phones.

“See?” Seunghyun murmured in your ear as you spooned out some french onion dip onto your plate. “There was nothing to worry about.”

You frowned gently before your gaze darted up to look at him. “I--”

“I know you well enough,” he interrupted.

You had been about to say you hadn’t been worried, even though you had been. And even though you weren’t exactly surprised that Seunghyun could tell. It was just in your nature to keep your anxieties to yourself, no matter how long the two of you had been or would be together.

“Why do you think I wanted to switch who was who?” he added.

Your frown deepened and you opened your mouth to question him, but he continued before you had a chance to.

“I know you only came up with this idea because you thought I would like it,” he shrugged. “Did you really want to wear a unibrow in front of a bunch of people? No, of course, not. But I don’t care. People already think I’m weird, so why not just go with it and let you wear pants and normal eyebrows all night?”

Your brow had furrowed as you’d listened to his confession, and you had to set your plate down on the table so you wouldn’t drop it. Truly, you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing.

“You... you wanted to switch because you knew I would be too uncomfortable dressing up as her? Not because you hated the idea of a couple’s costume and just wanted to be contrary?” you asked quietly, your brow furrowed deeply.

Seunghyun simply shrugged. He shrugged as if it were no big deal.

And, even if sometimes your insecurities were a big deal to you, you realized now they weren’t to him. He accepted and loved you for exactly who you were. He never tried to change you or make you feel bad for not having the most self-confidence.

...How had you gotten so lucky?

“...Why are you crying?” Seunghyun asked softly, and you quickly reached up to wipe at your eyes.

“Nothing,” you replied with an awkward chuckle. “Nothing, I just -- I love you.”

“Well, you don’t have to cry about it,” your boyfriend grinned. “Diego Rivera would never cry about being in love.”

“He might have!” you countered. “He was an artist. Artists are sensitive!”

Seunghyun simply shook his head, laughing softly to himself before popping a potato chip into his mouth.

Before he could step away from the table, though, you leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, Frida,” you told him, the corners of your lips curving into an adoring grin.

Seunghyun turned to look at you, and a smile just as adoring grew on his lips, too. “I love you, too, Diego.”

You were just about to grab his shawl and pull him down for a real kiss when you were interrupted.

“Hey, there you are!” your cousin smiled, suddenly appearing next to you at the refreshment table. “You’ve got to see one of my co-workers. She’s dressed up as Brian May from Queen, and she said her boyfriend is coming soon as Freddie Mercury. It’s amazing.”

...Okay, you weren’t going to lie. That did sound amazing, but you were also just a little bit relieved you weren’t the only girl dressed up as a guy. And part of a couple’s costume, too!

As you slipped your hand into Seunghyun’s to follow your cousin, he placed his mouth next to your ear and murmured, “Next year, how about we do another couple’s costume?”

Your brow knit together immediately. “...Really?” you asked skeptically.

Seunghyun nodded, his grin transforming into a smirk. “Wendy and Peter Pan?”

“Ooh, what about Captain Hook and Smee?” you asked, your eyes lighting up with excitement.

“But it’s not as fun if I don’t get to be a girl!” Seunghyun retorted.

“Oh, my god,” you laughed. “Okay, no couple’s costume then!”

“No, but I like it!” your boyfriend argued, squeezing your hand.. “Come on, let’s do another one!”

Seunghyun was accepting of who you were, and you loved him dearly for that, yes.

But he was still the weirdest person you knew.

[goldduststevie]

Do you think Margi Kent has lost her fashion sense? Those jackets she puts Stevie in look too loose and too tight at the same time, making Stevie look boxy. It looks like a leotard, corset, dress and a bulky marching band jacket over it! I loved what she wore at the 2014 Vanity Fair party because it actually fit nice and flattered her tiny frame. That could be a great stage outfit base with some long sheer shawls over top.

Unfortunately Margi lost her fashion sense a long time ago. I remember in 2009 she relaunched her fashion line and all the designs just looked so terribly outdated. But I also believe that Stevie decides what she wants to wear, not Margi. Stevie probably thinks the bulky jackets and layerd skirts are very flattering on her, and we know she thinks black is the best color for her even though looks amazing in red (like here in 2011)Btw Stevie’s 2014 Vanity Fair party dress appears to be a Morgane Le Fay dress (one of her favorite brands) that is still being sold.

[crimsondomingo]

Ack, tumblr mobile ate my post from yesterday, but it basically showed some of this (I’m yelling at the wind, not my husband, but it’s too funny and fitting for Hera and Zeus so I like this combo of shots).

I made that lightning bolt, btw, very proud. And I actually have a much better setup for my costume, but it was a cold day, so I was normally wrapped in a shawl and didn’t have all my pieces on, like my staff. Next long show, in November, I’ll deck this out properly, since it will be indoors.

But I also bought the teal dress in the second photo and the wings (had the other pieces already) and am excited to work on future costumes.

Sold a TON of book bundles overall, very happy, but not sure I’ll do outdoors again. So iffy with books and rain! Thankfully, nothing got wrecked, since we had a secure tarp, and I still made sales. Amazing!

[harrietvane]

jazz2midnight replied to your photoset “Pattern/No.63 Shawl Collar Blouse with Long Sleeves  By Linnet...”

Look for Burda device to add seam allowance — Burda patterns don’t have seam allowance designed into the pattern, you choose it and modify it as you need.

I made a jacket from a French company last month (the Bernadette from Republique du Chiffon, which is excellent btw), and there was no seam allowance in that, so that has given me some confidence. At the time i investigated all these nifty gadgets and methods but in the end I just dotted a 1.5cm measure with a ruler by hand and joined up the (many) dots - basic, but does the job. It was only afterwards that I saw people advising the amazing hi-tech solution known as ‘just tape 2 pencils together and go around it once’. SCIENCE! (or, engineering!). Cannot believe i didn’t think of that.You live and learn i guess. I never sewed growing up, so it’s all new to me!

[crowned-ladybug]

A non-extensive list of reasons why Marvin is Very Fucking Extra*

*mainly on clothing bc that's what I've been thinking about a lot

He hates his face but loves his body and the way he dresses reflects that

I mean, he loves his good old performing outfit with the purple shirt and black vest and all that but he also really loves dressing More Extra

Fancy coats? Creative twists on smart clothing? Capes and cloaks? Hell yeah

Skirts? Crop tops? Blouses? Stockings? Most definitely

Lots of fucking jewellery. He has like two or three holes in each ear and a lot of dangly shit to hang there. Also those kinda ones that also connect to the shell of your ear and make a little dangly loop

Pulls off "boyfriend clothes" perfectly (and literally bc he likes taking Jackie's clothes and has blanket permission to do so)

His and Anraí's fashion sense overlaps in some places so they can bond over that and go shopping together. Marvin wears a lot of colours (always perfectly coordinated ofc) while Anraí doesn't really do that

(He doesn’t have like a Perfect Incredible Fashion Sense where everything he wears is just amazing, but he’s not afraid to try new stuff esp if he can do it without embarassing himself in public)

He never really learned how to do make-up bc he sees no point since he always wears a mask, but he does sometimes use eyeliner and mascara. On good days when he doesn't accidentally almost poke his own eyes out he makes it look amazing

Has a bunch of different masks, most of them p flashy, to match with his current outfit. A lot of them are carnival-inspired ones with lots of feather/sparkles/gems/etc

Nail polish heck yeah. The sparklier the better. He always matches it to his outfit (never grows out his nails much tho bc it would be inconvenient)

100% wears a lapel flower if he's actually wearing something that has a lapel with a hole for a flower

Usually gives the flower to Jackie sooner or later

At first he didn't, but now he somehow always has the confidence to tell the cashier that "Nah, it's for me" when he's buying traditionally feminine things for himself and he gets a comment on how lucky his gf must be, etc

No doubt chooses to keep his hair green even after Seán goes back to brown. He might actually be able to just magically change his own hair colour tbh but he's never tried

He never has visible brown roots tho and that is 100% magic

Tbh i don't think a lot of ppl would dare pick on him no matter how he's dressed bc he's p well-built and knows how to "murder walk" (heels or not) but also bc a punch from him would hurt really dang bad even just based on the amount of rings he tends to wear

Jewellery, gold or not, has no effect on his magic btw he just likes to look pretty

At some point he was considering getting tattoos but he has so many scars and just keeps getting more that it probably wouldn't really work. If he could, he'd probably be covered in them at this point

He'd really love to have some watercolour-style ones, esp a pair of wings on his back (imagine like...the outline of a pair of feathery wings, splashed with colourful watercolour paint). If he had any writing anywhere, it'd probably be in runes (idk why but the quote "I control the shadows. They do not control me." comes to mind??)

He wants to look cool and wear shawls bc they're flowy and dramatic and can make you look super dignified but he keeps getting annoyed with them

He loves building himself pillow forts to read or listen to music or just hang out in and he'll defend them like a fuckin dragon when Jackie shows up bc they tend to last a total of two seconds around him. He just keeps trying to banish Jackie for his crimes but it never works

Uses his magic for Everything he can just to show off that He Can Do That bc he's Cool

Tries to solve any scenario via fire. He's a flashy idiot with pyromaniacal tendencies

Starts very dramatically Dying if he decides what he wants to have for dinner and then it turns out they don't have all the ingredients on hand

Don't Tell Him What To Do

he'll do the exact opposite

[uncuentofriki]

No me olvides (english)

Well, finally the translation of the second chapter /o/.

[Chapter 1]

2- I always thought that I was in full ocntrol of my will (Luna- Eugenia León and Jaguares)

Coco didn't liked that much when her mother went to the bazaar or the productor's market to sell her shoes.  If it was one of those times when her mother took her to the event because there wasn't a babysitter to take care of her and Miguel, she couldn't go as far as she wanted, but if Imelda found a babysitter, she didn't liked it because the sitter didn't wanted to play with her. And sometimes Miguel couldn't play with her or read a  story to her.The only good thing was that her mother always had a gift for her. And sometimes Miguel singed to her some songs. 

Sometimes they both took small walks, taking her hand and, if she was good, then she could have a lollipop. On those walks they always had a stray one at their side, a xoloizcuintle.

"Dante! How are you, huh? Some people had been bad to you, boy?"

It wasn't uncommon for Miguel to find that the dog had been hurted by people who though that because the dog was ugly, they had the right to mistreat it. That's why he always had  bandages with him or some money to take Dante to the veterinary. Also he carried with dog's food or some leftovers. If the boy knew the legend about the xolos, it was more than obvious that he didn't do that because he needed a guide when his time finally came.Coco was afraid of the dog at the begining and tried to hide behind him, but once the dog licked her hands, they both liked each other.

"Woof! Woof!" the little girl called him " 'Ante! Bonito!"

They tried once to convince Imelda to keep the dog. But she had a cat already, Pepita, and she didn't wanted them both to fight every day. So the kids tried to make a house for their friend with some fabric, cardboard and twigs on the bushes of the buildings where they lived. And Dante lived there, happily, awaiting for their friends to come and play with him.

Coco liked Pepita too, when she was sad, the kitten went to cuddle with her, even endured when the girl pulled her tail. 

When Coco had to stay at the house of a friend of her mother, a woman with children, she asked herself why they had a father and she didn't. She didn't even knew what was a father, she only knew uncles and more uncles and aunts. Until one day Miguel called "Papa" to the person that she called "Tio Enrique". And she searched for her mother to ask her about that.

"Tio 'Rique?"

"He's my brother, Coco. Miguel's Papa" "And my papa?" Imelda was unable to answer that. Coco couldn't understand what happened. The girl started to cry, imagining something terrible, like when her abuela's birds died. "Sometimes papas can't be with you, Coco. But you have me and I'll be with you, my princess. Also you have your uncles to take care of you, specially your uncles Oscar and Felipe" The woman hugged her daughter until she wasn't crying anymore and fell asleep.

Maybe it could have been better that it didn't happened. But then she couldn’t had Coco and her smiles, her songs and even her doodles on the walls. Maybe it wasn't fair that he didn't stayed at their side but still... it had to be him for Coco to be exist. 

The cold outside was awful. And she wasn't able to know who was the genius that decided that the toast of the premiation ceremony of the contest "Inclusive Design for the City" should be outside, on the college, when the winter was already there.

Her boss asked her to wait and guide the guitarist hired for the ocasion, because he was blind. And then she saw him came out from the taxi. Before the guitarist, Hector came out, dressed half formal, with a fancy shirt but his leather jacket. "Hey, Leo, who could say that you were playing at a formal event so fast"

"Thanks for coming with me, Hector. I'm so nervous"

"Don't worry, you're amazing, man. So, let's try to find that damned auditorium" "Hector?" Imelda tried to greet him. He didn't even recognized him. Maybe because of her perfect makeup, her beige coat and her purple scarf, so different from the disheveled Barragana that he met a days ago. "Yes, you must be the person that Julia told us that was going to guide Leo to the auditorium, isn't it?" She smiled, a bit unconfortable. "I'm Imelda". "Oh, sorry, sorry! I didn't recognized you! Leo, look she's the friend I tould you about. Imelda is going to guide us" During the ceremony they couldn't talk to each other. Imelda was always running from one side to another of the auditorium or filming the event. Finally, at the toast, they found each other. "So you work on this, uh?" he asked her, with his wine on his hand. A waiter passed by and they took a snack. "It's my internship. And you?" "Well, I did mine on the comunitary Center. There was no teacher who thought that Leo could learn how to play guitar. But at the end I made him learn and now he's here” "Thanks for what you did the other day" "It was nothing" They talked about songs that Hector was planning to write, of the future gigs of Las Barraganas and how they were going to be opening a big concert. People started leaving the college, they did the same, walking under the night sky. Leo leaved with a girl. "Ernesto says that we're so close of our dream. I want for someday everyone listens and sings our songs" "You mean your friend, the tall guy with the split chin?" "Yes, him" "Uh, he's a good singer and he's attractive. You will do just fine. Just remember us when you reach fame" she joked. "You don't dream with that?" "Not really. It's harder for an all girls band to get some fame. I just like to sing and it's more of a hobby for me." "I see. I want to hear you" "You have never listened our songs when we have gigs on the same place?" "No, I'm always trying to avoid Ernesto to get in trouble" Imelda sighed, amused. Despite that they were in front of her house, she didn't asked him to come in. "Can I sing to you whatever I want or just our songs?" "Whatever you want" And then she started, from the deepest part of her, that old song. “Ay de mí, Llorona, Llorona de un campo lirio (Alas! Llorona, Llorona from the lilies field) Ay de mí, Llorona, Llorona de un campo lirio (Alas! Llorona, Llorona form the lilies field) El que no sabe de amores, Llorona (He who does not know love, Llorona) No sabe lo que es martirio (Ignores what martyrdom is) El que no sabe de amores, Llorona (He who does not know love, Llorona) No sabe lo que es martirio (Ignores what martyrdom is)

Si porque te quiero quieres, Llorona (If because I love you, you want, Llorona) Quieres que te quiera más (You want me to love you more) Si porque te quiero quieres, Llorona (If because I love you, you want, Llorona) Quieres que te quiera más (You want me to love you more) Si ya te he dado la vida, Llorona (If I’d give my life to you, Llorona) ¿Qué más quieres? (What more do you want?) ¿Quieres más? (Do you want more?) Hector stayed silent for a seconds, enjoying the last verse, singed with a desperation and sadness that came from the bottom of the soul of the singer. Finally he clapped. "Like Chavela Vargas" he comented. "With that voice of yours, your band should be more famous than mine" "Thank you, well, thank you for taking me home. I'm so cold and it's already too late" "Tápate con tu rebozo, Llorona (Cover yourself with your shawl, Llorona)"  he joked. He put his hand on his forehead, trying to do a military greeting. "Sweet dreams, my Coronela" She repplied the gesture, with her knees going weak because of his smile. 

Notes 1- In Guadalajara we call “bazaar” the flea markets where small business go and sell their products, you can find there beauty products, coffee, things for pets, plants, jewelry... 2- Hector actually makes a joke on Imelda with another lyrics of La Llorona (”Tápame con tu rebozo, Llorona/Porque me muero de frío -over me with your shawl, Llorona/ ‘Cause I’m feeling so cold”). I didn’t wanted to use the same lyrics that we hear on the movie, so I took another verses. This is the singer that Hector mentions. She was actually from Costa Rica but, on her own words “Mexicans are born wherever the fuck they want”, so we consider her mexican as fuck. Supposedly the reason Chavela makes a cameo on the movie Frida is because she was one of Frida’s lovers btw. I really wanted to see Chavela at Frida’s side on Coco. 3- Coronela= Colonel (female colonel). It’s the name of a song also.

[infantilevice]

I’ve technically been tagged to do this by @carryourheart. Not literally, he just gave an open invitation for everyone to do it, and I just wanted an excuse to ramble about myself, so, yknow, Technically. ANYWAY...

Rules: answer all the questions and tag blogs you’d like to get to know better

Gender: Male

Zodiac: Leo

Height: I want to say I’m like 5′7, maybe? I honestly don’t know for sure. For a while I thought I was 5′10 but it turned out I was just misreading the tape measure. Oh Boy were the guys I met on dating apps disappointed when they met me in person!

Time: 1:19 pm when I started writing this, and friggin 2:12pm by the time I finished with it because of interruptions.

Birthday: July 29, 1990

Occupation: Videogame tester. I spend every day playing broken versions of the same game until we get to a version that’s Least Broken and then we release that.

Orientation: As gay as the sun is bright.

Favorite bands: Skinny Puppy, Buck-Tick, Severed Heads, Purity Ring. Soft Ballet and My Chemical Romance too, but they broke up quite a while ago. Ummm, I’ve really loved the last two Panic At The Disco albums, some of my most-listened-to music of the past few years, but I’m not sure that’s enough to qualify them as a favourite.

Last movie I saw:  In theaters it was The Shape Of Water, which is absolutely amazing and everyone should go see it. For home viewing it would be Toy Story 2.

Last show I saw: I was rewatching RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars 2 again last night.

When did I create this blog: Apparently my first post was in December 2012, and boy is that depressing.  5 years later and I only just passed 300 followers. I’m a social media kingpin!

What do I post: Geek shit. Gay shit. Good shit.

Last thing I googled: Confirming what the french word “cicatrice” means. (its “scar” btw)

Any other blogs?: Nope. All my content mixed into one place! I do technically have a sideblog, but its blank, waiting for me to finally get enough motivation to do the project I’ve been thinking about doing for like 3 years.

Do you get asks?:  Reeeeally rarely. Recently I got a bunch when people started realizing I worked on a somewhat popular videogame. Bitches always be wanting insider info.

Why did you choose this URL: I’m a basic bitch who just chose the name of a song I like. Its “Infantile Vice” by Soft Ballet. I also think that as a phrase it describes my interests well enough. I’m hooked on comics and cartoons and other supposedly childish things. You might say infantile things are my vice :P

What type of blogs do ya follow: Ones that post more-or-less the same kind of content I reblog. I also avoid ones that post like a hundred things in a day cuz I’m one of the few who actually likes to see everything that gets posted to my dashboard in a day. I mean, how could I live with myself if I missed out on a mutual’s cute selfie???

Favorite colors?:  Black, like my emo music collection.

Average hours of sleep:  HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA there is no average. Wild Card every week.

Lucky number: Can’t think of any that have been particularly lucky

Dream trip: I’ve already kinda lived my dream trip of going to Tokyo and seeing a concert. I guess I still want to go to China and see the giant statue of Guanyin. I don’t know why, but it just captivates me.

What are you wearing?: Some dirty sweatpants and a t-shirt picked up from under my bed. I’m a glamazon bitch ready for the runway.

How many blankets?: Any time I’m in my house I’m wearing a blanket like a shawl or poncho. This is an immutable law of the universe.

Favorite foods: Pasta, like all good italian boys

Dream job: Sound designer for movies or games or whatever. Its a career I’ve studied and trained for, and have had no luck in getting into. In fact, I’ve had negative luck, and I’ve basically abandoned the dream at this point...

Nationality: Born in Canada from Italian immigrants.

I tag: @scamperingfox @mooglecody @pappahthecat and, of course, anyone who feels like doing it.