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hanwiore · 11 months

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You only met him only a couple minutes ago, in a halloween club filled with men that had wives and kids at home. It was ironic that you said this because you—a wife. Were outside shaking your ass while your husband stayed in his office late once again because of his new secretary was dumb and needed help, for the third week of already being there.

You knew he was a lie, coming home with lipstick stains and the smell of perfume that was too cheap to be yours, you would smile at him and kiss his cheek ignoring it all because you rather have peace than anything other. “i’m going out.” You say, the speaker on your phone on while your husband rustled with paper on the other side. “Yea? With who?.” you rubbed perfumed body oil between your boobs, fixing the strap of your bloody red short body-con dress and grabbing your devil ears.

“hm, with akita.” You fix your body wave weave that sat atop your ass, moving the curtains bangs and slapping gloss on your plump lips. “well have fun, love you.” he whispered and you almost said “you too.” But you hung up soon after with mo response at all.

Your friend picks you up and now your at the club, shaking your ass on some guy because his friends said “he doesn’t get any bitches.” But soon you found out that was far from it. So now tattooed scarred hands are gripping on your waist while everyone yelled and hollered, you were tipsy— a-lot more then just tipsy .

You got up giggling, your ysl heels clicking as your turnt around and winked at that man in a weirdly ghost looking mask. The mouth half way on and a tight black pro long sleeve and black cargo pants, the man sat with his legs spreading, combat boots tapping on the floor to the beat of the music you were just shaking your ass too.

And thats what got you here. In this big ass SUV blacked out truck, your legs wide open and heels off somewhere you wouldn’t even know. The man with the ghost masked that now told you to fall him “simon.”

“Hnn fuck!” you cry as your manicured nails scarped against his tatted veined arm that was holding both of your wrist together and pulled your arms down against your stomach, using them as leverage to fuck up into you harder, “yea? that feel good dont it?” He gruffs out

His voice now strained and quiet, making sure he can hear your pussy squelching, he looks down at it, chubby lips marking his dick that was red, sensitive and covered with two thick veins that scraped your walls every time he pushed—more like forced, his way through them again. And every time his dick pushed forward more of your juices will pile up and make a frothy substance.

“y-yes s-si- imma cum again.” you groaned, your head falling back against the fine leather, the leather that was moist with your seat but smelled of Marc Jacob and victoria secret. He laughs slightly, moving his mask slightly up so his plump pink lips were exposed and he moves down to kiss on your neck, loudly slurping on it. “Sloppy pussy making a mess on this dick.” His hot breath against your ear, white teeth scraping against them. “Gonna cum on this shit baby? I feel it baby, fuck- feel you squeezing.”

Simon moans and suddenly shoves his hands away from your wrist and grips on your jaw to shove his thumb against your tongue, he had you gurgling and slopping over it. Your hips grind up against his dick so in can dig deeper and rub against your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back as you cream and cum on his dick. He groaned and leaned up.

He licks on the thumb that was just in your mouth and smashes it against your abused puffy sensitive clit. “Imma cum in this pussy, this married pussy.” You see his crooked smile as he grabs your hand and rubs on your ring that sat there. “He dont fuck you like this huh baby? Gotta get dick from someone else.” He shoves his mask back on and his hips move sloppier. Both of his hands on your neck and his hips slam down against you. One hot spurt of cum goes in your hot cunt and he moans “f-fuck- shit, ugh!” His fingers squeeze tighter against your neck having you gasp for air,

All while still tightening and milking his dick dry.

“D-dirty fucking pussy.” One of his hand moves against your neck to your pussy to slap yo clit and rub fast circles against it, and now your already squirting on him while he still nuts in your pussy. “Shit yes.”

Ya’ll breath in, you were calming down until you saw a flash on you phone, he took a picture.

“Lets send this to your husband.”

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artemisrogers · 3 months

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Midnight Kisses are Dangerous

Olson Motionless is invited to a party by her friend Helina Hetfield. When she ends up getting invited to a private room, with none other than James Hetfield himself things get interesting.

I really didn't want to go out tonight but of course Helina begged me to go. I was in my room dressed in one of my favorite outfits I owned. The top part was long sleeved, made of black leather coated in a gloss that gave it a shiny look with a corset built into the stomach. A v opening in the front of the top covered my medium sized breasts except for a sliver. My non-cleavage showed off my tattoo in the center of my sternum of a heart with a small black cross in it surrounded by flames on the outside of this heart. The back of the top part was open exposing my upper back with a silk ribbon tied against my shoulder blades.

The bottom part of my outfit is my personal favorite part about it! Long black lace for the top layer with black silk under it going down to my ankles had roses as the pattern in the lace. I wore black platform hi-heels for shoes, and put my jet black hair up into a ponytail. I finished up my makeup adding a bit of orange glitter to my deep purple eyeshadow, gray blush and black lipstick.

I heard the car horn telling me that Helina was here. I looked in the mirror one last time and sighed softly. Closing my door I went downstairs and out the door locking it. Of course Helina the damn flirt he is starting whistling flirtatiously at me, cat calling like I was some goth chick he didn't know. Like father like son I guess. I got in the passenger side of the car giving him the finger, I looked at his outfit of a black tank top showing off his muscular arms and ripped jeans with black combat boots.

"You ready for tonight my damsel of the night?"

"I guess, and what did I tell you about that flirting shit? Save it for the next person you're gonna fuck not your friend!" I said lightly punching him in his left bicep.

Once we arrived at the big fancy mansion where this party was, I was greeted with loud music, yelling, and bright flashing lights. Helina held the door open offering me inside this place first. Getting out of the car I blew out the breath I had been holding and went inside. The song playing currently was Friday the 13th by the Misfits. I lost Helina already so I decided to explore shit on my own. I just hoped I didn't run into the one person tonight. James Hetfield Helina's father.

I got offered a drink by multiple guys and complimented on by many people. I eased into the party my comfort growing. I decided to get on the dance floor after a few glasses of non-alcoholic lemonades. As I shoved through the crowds of people I smacked into a guy's back almost falling on my ass. The guy caught me by the arm apologizing to me. I looked at the guys face and my heart did a flip flop.

"Sorry didn't see you there."

"I-it's ok." I said as I tried not to stare.

The one person I didn't want to run into was standing in front of my face. In the flesh! Dressed in blue jeans that were faded a little and a long sleeved Metallica shirt, James stared at me. I felt like I was being observed under a microscope like a piece of bacteria. He ran a hand through his shirt blonde hair his icy blue eyes, looked me up and down. After what felt like 10 years, he offered a dance with him.

"Hope you don't mind if I offer you a dance with me."

"I don't mind Mr. Hetfield."

"Please call me James. What's your name if you don'tind me asking. A pretty woman like yourself must have a sexy name."

"I'm Olson Motionless."

"Chris Motionless' child I've heard about you from your father, and my son Helina. I must say you've definitely inherited his taste in fashion and style!" James said as he put on hand on my hip the other intertwined in mine as the next song played.

The song that came on was Nothing Else Matters. We slowed danced to the song and I tried not to stare at him, or make it obvious at least. Honestly for being only 36 while I'm 25, he was very... handsome. James cracked a smile when he made eye contact with me, making me blush with embarrassment at the fact he probably caught me staring at him.

"See something you like Olson?"

"Oh fuck! Um sorry I-I didn't mean to stare! It's just your...your...h-hot! I mean sexy! I mean-" I spluttered.

James laughed at my little stutter show and told me he was flatter. Once the song was over he offer to hang with me the rest of the night. Of course I accepted this and talk to him. As we got to know each other more and, I laughed when he told me stories about his crazy moments on tour I found myself slowly falling for him. I know I shouldn't as he was my friend's dad and he was married. Well until his wife had passed away after giving birth to Helina.

The party ended and I decided I would walk home instead of taking a ride from Helina. As I walked down the steps of the mansion I heard James' voice calling my name. I stopped and let him catch up to me. Once James caught up his eyes regular blue, James offered to take me back to his place to spend the night. I decided to take his offer yet again and mentally scolded myself when a dirty thought popped into my head. He opened his passenger door for me and I got in.

Once we were both in the car and James Started to drive, I could feel the tension in the air between us. I was caught off guard when I felt his hand on my own, tracing little circles on it while he drives. We arrived at his house and went inside. His house had all kinds of hunting, music and car themes in each room. He sat down on the couch patting the seat next to him. I sat down, the bottom of my dress brushed against his jeans.

"Listen Olson I have a confession to make. I really like you, like in a more than a friend kind of way. You're kind, sweet, and if course sexy as hell. I want to be with you on many levels. I know we just met and there's a bit of an age gap, but that doesn't matter to me. I feel like we clicked and match up perfectly with each other." James confessed to my face.

My cheeks burned as I felt myself blush probably looking like a goth tomato. I didn't know what to say as my thoughts scrambled together in my head. James leaned in close to me bringing a hand to my face to cup my cheek, making my heart flutter. I felt like time had stopped when I felt his lips crash against mine, his kiss deep and passionate. I felt his tongue traced my lips as I kissed him seeking entrance into my mouth. I heard a soft moan escape from me as we made out with each other.

Pulling away making me long for more, he put his hands on my hip and pulled me into his lap. I could see his desire for me, his eyes bright blue with lust and love. I felt my own pussy start to faintly pulse telling me I was gonna be soaking wet soon enough. As if reading my body language he scooped me up and took me upstairs to his bedroom. Sitting me down on the edge of the bed he put both his hands in either side of my hips and nipped my earlobe.

"Such a naughty girl aren't you. Kissing me like I'm a piece of candy." James teased me as he kissed my neck and jawline.

Every touch, bite, and kiss sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. When I felt his hand grab my neck forcing me to look into his eyes I moaned his name softly. He chuckled squeezing my throat enough to let me know he's in charge tonight. He let go of me and slowly pulled off his shirt showing me a vcut, flat stomach, and flat pecs. His nipples were hard as he grabbed both my wrists, and stood me up pinning them above my head

"Fuck your so fucking sexy baby. Wearing that dress just to tease me. Of course you're not going to be needing it much longer for what I plan on doing to you." James said as he talked dirty to me while keeping my wrists above my head. With his other hand he reached around my back until he found my ribbon that closed my dress and pulled it loose.

Letting go of my wrists he slowly pushedy dress down letting it drop to the floor. I was left standing there in my heels, and black panties and black bra both made of lace. I heard a groan escape James as he ran a finger down my flat stomach. God it was like he was torturing me with pleasure! I felt him grab both my breasts through the bra and squeeze them like stress balls. I moaned loudly as my eyes closed in pleasure.

"Open those pretty eyes for me baby. I want to see how much you want my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours" James growled in my ears as he let go of my boobs as, he placed a kiss on my stomach.

I opened my eyes my breathing shallow, as I felt my stomach tense at the kiss. I felt him slide his hands down my thighs pushing them open. I gasped when I felt his teeth pull at my panties tugging them down my leg, exposing my wet shaved cunt to the cool air. Dropping them onto the floor I felt his hot breath in-between my legs, and moaned when I felt his tongue lick my slit.

"Oh fuck! M-more please!"

"Begging already I'm just getting started. You taste fucking good. You like it when I lick your wet pussy don't you? You like feeling my tongue slide in and out of your tight hole, my lips suck in your clit?"

"Fuck James ngh!" I moaned out as I felt my walls clench as I got closer to orgasm as I felt him eat my pussy out.

James sensing I was close, slipped a finger into my pussy curling it around inside me. I arched my back, my moans getting louder and needier. James growled as he sucked in my clit pushing two fingers in and thrusting faster. I grip the bedsheets tightly until my knuckles were white, my orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Cum for me baby girl. Cum all over my fingers and face."

I moan so loud I'm pretty sure the neighbors next door could hear me from outside. I clenched around James fingers as I came hard. James groaned as he lapped up my juices pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. I panted softly, my body sweating and my juices dripping onto the sheets as I finished cumming. James stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, his erection pressing against his jeans.

"Spread those legs wider, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week." James said as I spread my legs wider.

I inhale sharply when I watched as his hard cock sprang out from his jeans, and boxers the head leaking precum already. James stroked himself a few times as he straddled my hips lining his dick up at my entrance. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head when he pushed himself inside me grunting softly. Slowly James thrusts into my pussy gripping my hips for support as he, drove himself deeper into me.

"So fucking tight! Fuck baby girl!" James grunted as his thrusts became faster his balls hitting my ass cheeks.

I felt my stomach tightened as I got closer to the edge again. My breathing coming in short gasps as my moans got mixed in with whimpers. All that could be heard in the room was my moans mixed with James' grunts. I could tell James was getting close to cumming when his thrusts became faster and harder. Finally as James pulled all the way out then slammed back into my cunt I cummed around his cock hard screaming his name.

"That's it baby, fuck I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" James said as he thrusts deeply one last time as I felt his warm cum shoot inside of me. Still buried inside me he collapsed onto my stomach, both of us panting softly.

As he pulled out with a wet pop James rolled onto his back catching his own breath. I was completely satisfied after that hot and tough sex. James pulled me close to him pressing a gentle kiss on my head. I laid my head on his chest happy that he chose me. I could already tell that this was going to be a lasting relationship.

#james hetfield smut #metallica smut #my ocs #ocs #smut #james hetfield

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you-aremy-sunshine · 2 years

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#5 - i hate your big dumb combat boots - b.b.

summary: you have met this man once in your life, at a bar after you passed out. and the second time you meet him it definitely is less pleasant. thankfully you never ever have to see him again. except now you are forced on a plane with him to the mediterranean because the tickets are non-refundable. fuck this.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1.3k

a/n: oh my lord. guys i am so sorry. everything just like slipped my mind. anyways enjoy!! join my taglist!

you got up from the breakfast table, “i’m gonna go change,” you angled your head towards the door of the bedroom, “also, bucky i have some activities planned for today, so you should too.”

he nodded, picking up his plate and utensils.

four bikini options were laid out in front of you. what am i going to wear? subconsiously, you wanted to look good for bucky, or any other hot guy that happened to pass by you. but mostly bucky.

your options consisted of the floral bikini you wore last time, a lavender colored one, a sage green bralette bikini, and a light blue triangle bikini with a tropical flower.

you chose the lavender triangle bikini, it fit pretty similar to the floral one. you felt confident in how you looked, your hair still a bit messy from sleep. you slashed some tap water on it and ran your fingers through it. on top of your bathing suit you threw on a cute little linen white skirt and a flowy tank. a bit of your mid section showed, enough to induce looks but still look casual.

you quickly did a light bit of beach makeup, sprayed a bit of perfume, grabbed your beach towel and got out of the room.

“bucky, the room’s free,” you called out, preoccupied with vila, kaiya and sol’s texts.

“yeah, ok.” he replied, drying off the last of the dishes.

you packed a bag for the both of you. towels, sunscreen, water, snacks and extra clothes were what was shoved into an insanely small beach bag.

“bucky, i need an extra change of clothes for you,” you called out to the room, “we’re probably gonna get dirty.”

he grunted in reply, walking out of the door in a matter of minutes. he sported a fitted black tee with those short ass swim trunks. you know the ones that show off a guy’s whole leg. the shorts displayed his muscular thighs, along with a tattoo of a snake biting a butterfly. he threw a ratty gray-blue towel over his sholder.

how come you never noticed this tattoo?

now at this point it was becoming noticeable to him that you were inspecting him, maybe even checking him out.

“why are you looking at me like that,” he turned to face you.

“i don’t know, i just never noticed your tattoos.” you glance shifted from his eyes to a new tattoo you spotted. it kind of looked like a quote, “the snake one is pretty cool.”

his face lit up, “thanks, i recently got these yin and yang koi fish on my arm.” he showed the inside of his arm. the tattoo itself was a little bit swollen and red but you probably couldn’t tell from afar.

you only had two tattoos, one emily dickinson quote on the inside of your wrist, and the second a simple line art of flowers and leaves down your spine.

“i saw another one on your other arm, what does it say?” you asked, not trying to probe.

“oh yeah! it’s an emily dickinson quote, my sister rebecca loved her poetry.” he said, a gentle smile lifting his rough features.

“no fucking way, i have an emily dickinson quote too,” you said, a bit excited that he had something in common.

“what quote is it?” he asked.

“unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.” you recited, having the line already memorized.

“that one is one of my favorites, mine is ‘dying is a wild night and a new road’” he repeated off of his arm, “i forgot it was there for the longest time.” he said this with a bittersweet expression.

“i didn’t know that you had a sister,” you replied “yeah, i don’t know, i don’t usually talk about her a lot,” he said, his features fell gracefully, “she passed in a car accident a few years back.”

you rubbed the spot where your dickinson quote was, “i’m sorry,” you said, looking up at him. his moonstone eyes shifted uncomfortably.

“yeah she was the best,” he said softly, “but, anyways let’s get going. i don’t want to be late for whatever you have planned for us.”

he passed you his towel to put in the bag, then led the two of you out the door. you had ordered an Uber, so the driver was already waiting for you when you got to the street. it was a small car, so the two of you were kind of squshed together in the backseat.

many bumps and “sorry’s” later you arrived to kythnos. lyra helped you set this up as well as a few other tourist-y things to do for the rest of the week. you paid the driver before getting out.

you both stepped out of the car and admired the view. the mediterranean was breathtaking, especially here. it was clear, yet turquoise, practically begging for you to jump in.

“scuba diving! what do you think?” you turned to bucky, asking for his opinion.

“yes, this is amazing,” he said, his sunglasses already on, “thanks.”

you led bucky down to the shore where the instructor was about to start demonstrating how to put on the gear, etc.

let's pretend for this that you n buck have scuba licenses 🙏🙏

you took your shorts off and put on the gear. you set your clothes in the bag and placed it closer to land, so the bag would not get wet.

bucky put on his scuba gear too, and followed after you.

the boat was close to shore, tied to a pole farther to the entrance to the beach. you hopped in, bucky following after you. there were already a handful of people in the boat. three sisters, you assumed, were sitting next to each other, talking animatedly amongst them. one had light brown hair, another dark brown, and the other had pink and brown hair. you could tell they were speaking spanish. next to them were an older looking couple, the man had a salt and pepper beard and the lady had red hair with streaks of gray and white peeking through. they were talking too, but a bit more calm than the three sisters. the intructor from the shore started pushing the boat, and then hopped on. the boat engine started and the instructor began to tell the group about the islands, what fish there are, all things interesting.

you gazed out onto the water, the sky was a bit dull, but you checked the weather before and it said it was going to clear up.

the first stop to the diving trip was gorgeous, the water was turquoise and so clear. there were countless fish and sea animals.

the second stop was the same, but different fish, and the water went deeper, and the water was cooler.

the final stop was insane, there were statues almost but they were 50 ft underwater.

the tour ended around 3pm, the two of you eager to eat lunch.

you ate quickly at a street food place, and then walking back to the little bungalow.

“so…” you asked, “what did you think?”

“that was perfect in everyway,” he replied, “would relive again 10/10. but, now its my turn for a surprise trip.”

“oh god,” you sighed, “what does that mean…”

“not much, just a little dinner,” the two of you reached the door, “i found it online, and it seems like its perfect.”

“okay,” you had to put a little trust in him, after all he couldn’t be awful at planning.

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#bucky imagine #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes enemies to lovers #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #ten things i hate about you #🍯; sol writes

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typhoidcandy · 2 years

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HellCheer AU: Eddie is an upcoming rockstar and Chrissy is a model. They meet again at the annual Christmas party Eddie's record label is hosting.

New York City, 1990.

Eddie Munson has never been to a fancy Christmas party like this before. In one of those hotels that’s meant for the uber rich. It has a damned ballroom in it for fucks sake, which is where the party is being held. Normally, this would not be his scene but earlier this year Corroded Coffin was signed to big house record label Creel House Records, getting that big break they desperately needed after nearly five years in L.A. The record company was hosting this shindig and Victor Creel, the founder, was big on having his artists attend these huge Christmas parties in a way of showing that they were one big happy family.

The guitarist thinks it’s a bunch of bullshit, but he’s not about to step on any toes when Creel is helping skyrocket him and his middle school band to stardom. He won’t complain about being flown out to New York City when he didn’t have to pay for a damn thing. Sure, he hated the snow and cold weather but at least he didn’t have to drive in any of it. So no, he wouldn’t complain. He’s grateful to get the life he’s dreamed about since he was a pre-teen.

Still, he can’t help but feel out of place in this lavish party amongst celebrities and the rich. He was still dressed in clothes he wanted; a sheer button down shirt to show off his tattoos and nipple piercings, black slacks with chains connecting to his belt, and a pair of brand spankin’ new black combat boots. Ever the rockstar leaning into that rockstar look. But as it was; a rockstar is very out of place at this stuffy party. They weren’t even playing any rock or mental music! Just old Christmas songs that reminded him of his uncle Wayne. And he didn’t really want to think about his uncle right now. He wasn't going to be able to visit Hawkins this year for Christmas due to his new hectic schedule.

And now he’s sad at this lame ass party too. Just great.

Eddie is already uncomfortable as hell at this party, sipping on his very expensive but still shitty champagne when he feels Gareth’s elbow nudge harshly into his side.

“Holy shit, is that Chrissy Cunningham?” Gareth exclaims, pointing across the room.

Eddie has the urge to smack his friend across the back of his head. He knows of his past with Chrissy; a crush he’s been harboring since middle school and one kiss they shared their senior year after getting high together. He hasn't seen her since they graduated in '86 and they both left Hawkins in the dust to pursue better futures. The guys teased him about his crush on the former cheerleader constantly. The last thing he wanted was to get teased at this stupid party he didn’t really want to be at.

But then his eyes follow where Gareth is pointing to and there she is. Chrissy Cunningham. Dressed in a long sleeved red dress that trailed all the way down to the floor. The lights of the room and decorations seemed to illuminate her. She looks like an angel.

“Chrissy…” He whispers in disbelief and as if she could hear him from all the way across the room, her head turns and her eyes meet his. A beautiful smile spreads across her red painted lips and he gulps.

Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer au #hellcheer xmas #hellcheer fanfic #my art

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troublesomecousin · 7 days

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FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS

BOLD what applies to your muse. ITALICIZE what applies occasionally.

BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thigh brows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ).

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Other. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation.Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yogapants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

SHOES.

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

TAGGED: Nobody, stole it from myself TAGGING: Whoever wants to

#(Cigarette Burn on Your Arm) Headcanons

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bmodiwrites · 1 year

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Fingertips Putting On A Show | 1/1, 3,320

Steve Harrington is a violinist with the most beautiful hands. At first, Eddie thinks he can resist him but a certain performance makes it perfectly clear that's just not the case. Read to find out what happens when Eddie spends an entire orchestral performance thursting over Steve's hands.

Or, the one where Eddie's got a hand kink!

Be My Little Baby | 1/1, 3,542

The world, including Steve Harrington, knows that Eddie Munson is dead. For months, Steve mourned the loss of heat in his chest and the spark of life a strange boy brought to a soul floating into space without a will or path or reason. He's barely clinging on when the sight of curly brown hair makes Steve question himself. Is he going insane or does Eddie Munson live in his apartment complex?

Or; Steve and Robin do a little impromptu duet together and are caught accordingly.

The Architect of This Cage | 2/4, 10,358

After the Battle of Star Court, Steve finds himself floundering. He's losing sleep and his mind without a solution in sight. As luck would have it, Steve stumbles upon a sign for art therapy classes. Not knowing they're going to change his life, Steve signs up. Fast forward a few months and Steve is apprenticing at a tattoo shop in Hawkins when his very existence gets turned upside down again. Can a flock of bats really bring two people together? Or are Eddie and Steve just that meant to be? Read to find out what Steve makes of his life when Eddie comes walking back into it.

Or, a tattoo artist Steve au!

Can't Fight the Moonlight | 6/6, 16,749

Steve thought San Francisco had all the answers. Come to find out, the city is just another place that steals his money and beats down on his confidence. After an unfortunate night at work, Steve is helped by Gareth who pushes him towards Coyote Ugly. Steve has no idea what he's walking into until a gorgeous man in tight leather pants dancing on the bar changes his perspective. Can Eddie in combat boots and leather pants save him? Or is Steve bound to flounder the rest of his life? Read to find out what happens when a little country line dancing opens Steve up to a whole new world.

Or, a Coyote Ugly AU!

Steve's Little Green Shorts | 5/6, 6,825

One of the best parts of the year, despite never once running it, is the mile. When that special occasion comes around, Eddie gets up to 8 straight minutes of staring at Steve Harrington's glorious ass in the little green shorts Hawkins provides their students for gym class. Year after year, Eddie shapes his wants around the bounce and jiggle of that juicy butt. Then, the unexpected happens - Steve slows down and runs right in front of Eddie. It's a feast for the eyes that turns into a full body adventure.

Or, Steve seduces Eddie with his little green shorts.

He Could Be An Angel (& its sequel!) | 1/1, 1,955

Wayne uses blackmail to get Eddie to go to church. It's the preacher's son that keeps him there.

Or, a prompt fill with a Valentine's Day twist.

Oh Good God, I'm Tongue Tied | 1/1, 2,566

Before all four of them split up to go to different colleges, Steve, Robin, Eddie, & Nancy make a plan. When they graduate, they're going to go on the ultimate friend trip to celebrate. Despite up's and down's and everything in between, the plan finally comes to fruition. Steve is riding high from a big career move and has high hopes for his time spent with Eddie. After years of secretly loving him, Steve is finally ready to make his feelings known. Read to find out what happens when a little music and freedom go a long way!

Or, a desperate attempt to write a friends to lovers and there's only one bed tropes all in one!

We Were Left Unfinished | 1/1, 28,157

Their fated romance started when Eddie and Steve were in their teens. They learned to love each other hard and fast, with the sort of reckless abandon only the young can prescribe to. It seems like it's absolutely perfect, but Eddie's past becomes a burden that breaks them apart.

19 years later, Wayne Munson dies, bringing Eddie and Steve back together. Is it fate that's drawing them towards the love that never left? After his accident, Eddie's more than willing to chalk his good fortune up to just about anything. Read to find out what happens when a chance occurrence gives Eddie the second chance he's always been looking for. Will their love win out or is the past too much for them to overcome?

Or - an attempt at a story about love that's lost and then found again.

I'll Keep Playing That Goddamn Song | 1/1, 14,448

The direction of Steve Harrington's life is severely changed the summer before his junior year when he meets the uniquely odd Robin Buckley working at FYE. Their friendship leads Steve to discover a hidden talent - he's insanely great at the acoustic guitar. As the summer flies by, Robin works hard to push Steve towards the sort of life where he can be himself, excel at the guitar, and like who he wants to like. He's already convinced but the timely arrival of Eddie Munson at their place of work cements his decision. While Steve settles into himself, both as a student and a newly flourishing band nerd, thoughts of Eddie Munson plague him. He thinks the pining is where it all stops but Eddie's got different plans. After watching Steve crush a solo at the holiday concert, Eddie's convinced there's only one appropriate next step - guitar lessons with Steve Harrington. The two quickly find out that there's so much more to life than cassettes and high school drama. Friendship and love twist together to create something neither boy knows how to navigate. Find out what happens when guitar strings and miscommunication lead them down a gloriously winding road.

My Younger Heart Was Feeling New | 7/7, 17,361

It's spring break of 1984 and Steve Harrington is bored. After Nancy broke up with him, things for Steve slid into a bottomless pit of despair. He's lost and looking for something to occupy his mind when a headline catches his eye. Eddie Munson, a boy Steve only knows from junior English, is missing. Like, up and vanished into thin air, missing. Jonesing for a purpose, Steve heads out to investigate - there's something in his stomach that says it's more than the news is making it seem. Read to find out what happens when a letter changes everything.

Or, a silly try at mucking up time!

Sleepy Drabble

***these are all my own fics! one day, i'll put a rec list together but for now this is just my way of putting all of my work in one place.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fics #masterlists #steddie masterlist #fic masterlist

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squaletta · 2 months

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BOLD what applies to your muse.

Tagging: steal it

Snagged from: @whiskeysmulti

BODY.

Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond.Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smoothe. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown.Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Mint. - LEMON -

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yogapants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Nike. Adidas. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress.Tie. Bolo tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skit. T-shirt Western shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

SHOES.

#dash games

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sixpennydame · 1 year

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Writer’s Duel ⚔️

Terra Bee of @dont-f-with-moogles challenged me to a little duel: I would write a LeviHan drabble and she, in turn, would write a Levi x Reader. I took the picture prompt and Cuddle AU challenge from @giuliadrawsstuff for inspiration:

Let the games begin…

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Two For The Road

Characters: Levi x Hange

Word Count: 881

TW: slight nb discrimination

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“Ok, my turn! How did it go?…Oh yeah: Up to my mouth, down through my gums, look out stomach, here it comes!”

Hange taps the shot glass of tequila down on the bar then brings it to their lips to gulp down. Their face contorts as they grab a lime to suck on.

“Wahhh! That’s some strong stuff! You ladies sure know how to show someone a good time!”

The older women cackle and Levi crosses his arms.

Hange looks at him and slides a shot over his way. “Come on…are you gonna be a stick-in-the-mud this whole night?”

He scowls. “Yes.”

“Take a shot with me!”

“No.”

Hange rolls their eyes. “Fine..I guess I’ll just have to drink for the both of us.”

Tap. Gulp.

Levi watches as Hange sucks on another lime. “Remind me why I agreed to go on this roadtrip with you?”

“Because I needed someone to experience the open road with me. To be my adventure companion..” Hange puts an arm around Levi. “..and I needed a car.” They laugh.

“You mean the car that is currently being towed to the only auto repair shop in this backwards-ass town?”

They slam their elbow on the bar and point ridiculously close to his face. “That’s the one!”

Levi had never really been out of the city he’d been born and raised in. But being on this road trip with Hange taught him that there was a lot of NOTHING in between the two coasts: just small towns, corn fields, and cows.

Levi looks around at the dive bar strangely called, “Hootenannies”. It seemed to be the only bar in town and was the only place open at this time of night. When they walked in, every eye was on them; Levi could tell that this was the kind of town where outsiders were instantly noticed, especially outsiders that looked like them.

The tattoos all over their arms, their ripped t-shirts and combat boots. They definitely stood out.

Most of the patrons were just old drunks who didn’t care who they drank with, but some of the others…

…Levi could tell they did not want them there, and he was on alert.

Hange, on the other hand, was having the time of their lives.

“So..why is this drink called, ‘The Shotgun Wedding’?”

The woman sitting next to Hange hands her the drink and laughs. “Because once you drink that, someone’s getting pregnant!”

Hange’s eyes widen. “That sounds inconvenient. Ah well, I’ll take my chances.” They down the drink and the bartender and women cheer, patting their back.

Suddenly Levi noticed a grizzled man stumble over to them.

“Hey…so just what ARE you anyway?” He leans his hand on Hange’s barstool and Levi can smell the alcohol reeking off of him.

His presence doesn��t phase Hange in the least. “I, sir, am someone who is about to order another Shotgun Wedding. One more, please!”

“No..” his body moves closer to Hange and Levi sits up a little straighter, “I mean, are you a girl or boy or WHAT?”

Hange scoffs and then grabs their drink.

“We don’t like your kind here,” he yells.

“It seems people like us just fine,” Hange turns to look at him, “you just gotta give me a chance.” Then they plant a big, wet kiss on the man’s lips.

The man reacts by spinning Hange’s chair around and raising his fist. In an instant, Levi is up and punches the man hard in the gut.

“Hands off, motherfucker,” Levi threatens, both hands squeezed into fists.

The drunk man’s friends rush toward the bar, but Levi and Hange are able to dodge their fists easily. Hange gives one a right hook to his chin, and Levi takes on two of them. Eventually, they’re all knocked out and sprawled along the dirty floor.

Levi grabs Hange’s arm. “Come on, let’s get out of here before we piss more of them off.”

They bolt out of the door and run down the quiet street, turning into a darkened park to catch their breath.

“Wooo! I haven’t felt that alive in a long time! I forgot what a bad-ass you are, Levi!” Hange is jumping up and down amongst the trees and broken playground equipment.

Levi pushes them slightly. “You idiot! You could’ve gotten hurt in there!”

“But I didn’t, because you were there.”

“And what if I hadn’t been there, huh? What would you have done then?”

“Awww…you were worried about me..”

Hange’s teasing riles Levi up even more. “Because I love you, you dumbass!”

Hange just stands there, speechless. Levi can’t believe he just said that out loud, but there’s no turning back now.

“That's why I always agree to your stupid ideas, like this roadtrip. I just… want to be with you…” he huffs.

“Levi..” Hange says as they move closer. They cup Levi’s cheeks and his heart starts beating fast, then he leans in to kiss them. When they pull back, his cheeks are cherry-red.

Hange still has his face in their hands. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

Levi jerks his face back, embarrassed. “Never mind, forget what I said...” He starts walking down the street to their motel.

“No take-backs!” Hange says as they put an arm around Levi.

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LeviHan fans and Squad Denial: @youre-ackermine @this-is-krikkit @wanderlustqueen-writes - I hope I did you proud!

#writer��s duel #levihan #levihan fluff #levi x hange #snk levi ackerman #hange zoe #drabble challenge #sailor’s drabbles #This was fun #I enjoyed giving a voice to Hange #maybe I’ll do this more often #tw; discrimination

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arynjareau · 3 months

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CHARACTER INTRO:

NAME: DR. Aryn Jensen Jareau (nee Robertson)

AGE: 38

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female. She/her.

SEXUALITY/STATUS: Bisexual | Widowed.

OCCUPATION: Police Officer & Surgeon

BIRTHDAY: April 8th, 1986

HOMETOWN: Wilmington, North Carolina

NEIGHBORHOOD: Masonboro

FACECLAIM: Sophia Bush

PINTEREST | BIOGRAPHY

BACKGROUND:

TW: DEATH & MISCARRIAGE

Soren Robertson's older sister on her dad's side.

Has another younger sister via her mom and dad.

Was a good daughter and big sister growing up. She got good grades and did whatever she could to help around the house, including getting a job as soon as she could to help her mom with bills.

When she was 18, she'd join the military, and would go on to serve for 10 years. Between these 10 years, she'd also get her medical license, which would allow her to be both a combat medic while she was away; as well as a doctor at Mercy General hospital between the times she'd went on leave to be close to her family.

She'd meet her husband, SGT. Anthony Jareau during this time, and they'd go on to get married.

She'd find herself pregnant with their first child shorty after she turned 28, which would cause her to indefinitely return home.

Her husband would be killed in the line of duty when she was about 5 months pregnant, and the stress, depression, and grief would bring her to lose her child as well.

Despite the tragic losses, Aryn would seem to bounce back awfully quickly. Which cause many to believe she never really dealt with the trauma.

She would go onto honorably discharge from the military, and decide to switch her field of work to law enforcement.

She'd alternate between police work, and doctor work, as she still had quite a lot to give in both areas. She'd find herself as a police surgeon which came in handy when they'd were out on the field.

At 33, she'd meet a victim named Andrea who was trying to escape a toxic situation, with her was her 12 year old daughter, Riley.

Andrea would end up murdered in front of Aryn and Riley, which would take another huge part of Aryn's soul from her.

She'd then go on to fight for custody of Riley, as the little girl had no where else to go, and Aryn wasn't going to let her go to foster care.

After a long custody battle, Aryn would become the legal guardian of Riley.

SOME HEADCANONS:

Sometimes goes by AJ.

Still has her and her husband's dog tags.

Has tattoos, one of her most meaningful ones are that dedicated to her angel baby.

Has two dogs, and a cat.

Her signature is her leather jacket and boots.

Hasn't really dealt with the trauma of losing her husband or her baby.

Went undercover in the last few months on a top secret mission, and didn't come back the same.

Super loyal, super protective, will and can absolutely kick someone's ass.

Sleeps with a gun under her pillow.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

FRIENDS: She's not hard to get along with.

ENEMIES/I DON’T REALLY LIKE YOU: Not everyone likes everyone.

COWORKERS: Cops, doctors, surgeons, anyone within law enforcement (lawyers, judges, etc.)

VICTIMS/PATIENTS: People she has helped.

HER OTHER SISTER: WC to be posted.

PEOPLE WHO SERVED WITH HER AND HER LATE HUSBAND.

PEOPLE WHO MIGHT'VE KNOWN HER AND HER LATE HUSBAND.

FWBS/HOOK UPS: Could be male, female, etc. But she does lean towards women more nowadays.

ANYONE WHO COULD BE CONNECTED TO HER ADOPTIVE DAUGHTER: long lost family, parents of friends, school people (she's 16), etc.

TRULY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, FOR REAL. I JUST WANNA LOVE ON Y’ALL AND BE LOVED. OK THANK YOU

#wnc.intro #( about. )#( intro. )

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whiskeysmulti · 3 months

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Repost meme, don’t reblog. BOLD what applies to your muse

tagging : steal it snagged from: @memesamongreblogs

BODY.

Lean frame.Beefy/muscular frame.Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt.Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder.Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ).

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond.Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret.Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Mint. - LEMON -

CLOTHES.

SHOES.

#dash games #meta; hayato

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memesamongreblogs · 3 months

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Repost meme, don’t reblog. BOLD what applies to your muse

tagging :

BODY.

Lean frame.Beefy/muscular frame.Voluptuous frame. Petite frame ( 5 ft 4 or shorter ). Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt.Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder.Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ).

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond.Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret.Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s).

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Mint. - LEMON -

CLOTHES.

SHOES.

#( about ) meme.#about. memes

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galaxicide · 1 year

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𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽 / 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 . bold what applies to your character

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .

long legs / short legs / average legs / slender thighs / thick thighs / muscular thighs / skinny arms / soft arms / muscular arms / toned stomach / flat stomach / flabby stomach / soft stomach / six pack / beer belly / lean frame / muscular frame / voluptuous frame / petite frame / lanky frame / short nails / long nails / manicured nails / dirty nails / flat ass / toned ass / bubble butt / thick ass / small waist / thick waist / narrow hips / average hips / wide hips / big feet / average feet / small feet / soft feet / slender feet / calloused hands / soft hands / big hands / average hands / small hands / long fingers / short fingers / average fingers / broad shouldered / underweight / average weight / overweight

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

shorter than 140 cm / 141 cm-150 cm / 151 cm to 160 cm / 161 cm to 170 cm / 171 cm to 180cm / 181 cm to 190 cm / 191 cm to 2m / taller than 2 m.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 .

pale / rosy / olive / dark / tanned / blotchy / smooth / acne / dry / greasy / freckled / scarred

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .

small / large / average / grey / brown / blue / green / gold / hazel / red / doe - eyed / almond / close - set / wide - set / squinty / monolid / heavy eyelids / upturned / downturned

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 .

thin / thick / fine / normal / greasy / dry / soft/ shiny / curly / frizzy / wild / unruly / straight / smooth / wavy / floppy / cropped / pixie - cut / shoulder length / back length / waist length / buzz cut / bald / jaw length / mohawk / grey / platinum blonde / golden blonde / dirty blonde / strawberry blonde / blonde / ombre / light brown / mouse brown / chestnut brown / golden brown / chocolate brown / dark brown / jet black / ginger / auburn / dyed red / dyed an unnatural color / thin eyebrows / average eyebrows / thick eyebrows

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑��𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

no tattoos / one tattoo / a few here and there / multiple / full sleeves / thigh tattoo / neck tattoo / chest tattoo / no piercings / ear piercings / nose piercing / lip piercing / tongue piercing / eyebrow piercing / navel piercing / cheek piercing / nipple piercing / genital piercing

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

eyeliner / light eyeliner / heavy eyeliner / cat eyes / mascara / fake eyelashes / matte lipstick / regular lipstick / lipgloss / red lips / pink lips / dark lips / bronzer / highlighter / eyeshadow / neutral eyeshadow / smoky eyes / colorful eyeshadow / blush / lipliner / light countouring / heavy contouring / powder / matte foundation / shiny foundation / concealer / wears regularly / occasionally wears / never wears

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

floral / fruity / perfumes / aftershave / cocoa / moisturizer / shampoo / scented laundry detergent / cigarettes / leather / sweat / food/ incense / marijuana / cologne / whiskey / wine / fried food / blood / fire / metal / ice / sulfur /

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 .

jeans / tight pants / over knee socks / tights / leggings / yoga pants / pencil skirt / tight skirt / loose skirt / formfitting dress / cardigans / blouse / button up shirt / band t - shirt / sweatpants / tank top / wifebeater / cutoff t - shirt / designer / high street / online stores / thrift / lingerie / long skirt / miniskirt / maxidress / sundress / overalls / tie / tuxedo / cocktail dress / highslit dress/skirt / t - shirt / loose clothing / tight clothing / jean shorts / sweater / sweater vest / khaki pants / suit / hoodie / harem pants / leather jacket / leather trousers / basketball shorts / boxers / briefs / boxer briefs / thong / hotpants / cargo pants/ hipster pants / bra / sportsbra / crop top / corset / ballerina skirt / leotard / polka dot / stripes / glitter / silk / lace / leather / velvet / chemise / patterns / florals / neon colors / pastels / black / dark colors / fur / faux fur / gloves / mask

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 .

sneakers / high top converse / slip - ons / flats / slippers / sandals / high heels / kitten heels / ankle boots / combat boots / knee - high / platforms / stripper heels / bare feet / loafers / oxfords / gladiator shoes / boots /

tagged by: @detectivechandler ( lucas got their wish! ) tagging: ya'll

#ooc: sad man muse number three.#ii. HEADCANON. 🌓#i. ABOUT. 🌓

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muddled-ambiguum · 1 year

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𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 / 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔

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𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀

𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵

𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺

𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹

𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑶𝑺 / 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺

𝑪𝑶𝑺𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺

𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺

𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑬𝑺

Tagging: Anyone who spots and wants to steal, bc i’m lazy--

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deadrlngers · 1 year

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the whole accessories & accents section for fenix please >:^) <3

THE SPECIALEST BOY!!!!! thank you bones <3

character design questions

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

one thing that fenix is never missing is a wrist watch, the style is old-fashioned as he generally likes most of his stuff. the amount of times the glass of the watch got broken/chipped/whatever and he had to fix it is incalculable but he refuses to change the watch for anything else, not that he has any particular bond to it but when fenix likes something he doesn't want to change it for anything else unless he's forced to. beside that, he does wear earrings, he has a double helix on his right ear and both his lobes are pierced. he doesn't wear it often but you can see him sport a gold chain around his neck sometimes as well!! sadly for me he doesn't like wearing rings which is the greast loss <3

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

ohhh this is a good question because fenix is quite preoccupied about his hair, he doesn't like when people touch it or mess it up he gets so whiney ksdjfks. he takes good care to style it, and you can catch him running his fingers through his locks to fix the style quite often during the day. the meaning? he's vain and thinks he's hot af lmao. let's straight away enjoy a photo of his hair, the prettiest boy 2 me fr

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?

fenix used to wear concealer when he was a teen and he felt too self conscious about his acne but that was the most he did, he doesn't like wearing any heavy product on his face because well, spend half an hour under the badlands' sun or italian summer sun and you will start hating it too (then we have warriors like tancred that commit to the edgy smudged black eye makeup no matter what)

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

one thing about fenix is that he loves a good jacket and he loves a good pair of boots. when it comes to jackets he either goes for leather ones or denim or, how they are called...shearling jackets? the ones that have like sheepskin inside. for boots he usually wears those that have a cowboy touch, brown and that look like they are worn out but in fashionable way, or ankle black ones or combat boots when he wants to not serve absolute cunt and relax. when he wants to spice it up then he brings out his pointed boots with some fancy decoration. smth like these bc i can't explain myself. his favorite article of clothing is in fact one of these pair of boots, a gift from vesper that's why he loves them so much <3 he tends to wear it sparingly, so while he loves them and would love to only wear that every single day he tends to keep it safe more

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

i think the biggest change fenix ever went through was going through his full cowboy phase (when he was still roaming through the badlands, he had a hat and all.. he was going through it) to like a more..lowkey cowboy vibe only, a fake cowboy even, when he began staying in night city. he does have a few tattoos but i wouldn't consider them big or like a drastic change!

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

this is such a cool question jfksdfk. since we are talking of cyberpunk i'm imagining him in some kind of fantasy/dnd setting or something like that. he'd be the whore of the village, let me say that. leather pants hugging his thighs and ass in the tighest way you could imagine, flowy white shirts he wears almost all open down to the middle of his chest, CORSETS.....I KNOW HE WOULD..I CAN SEE HIM..i actually need to lay down if i think too much of this. i genuinely need to see him in some kind of fantasy au, he'd be like that text post that goes like 'they keep you in the party for your useful skills, they keep me for my witty and playful banter' or smth like that fkjdsk

#ask #ask games #oc: fenix #thank you so much these were so fun to answer for my chicken boy <33

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twistedpurity · 2 years

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Fashion/Appearance Stats

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𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒/𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒

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#[ catnip ]#about muse #Marvel RP #felicia hardy

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