#but my favorite fit was the blue dress and ponytail

[sketchysketchiness]

Did I finally watch the Barbie movie last night? Yes.

Did I make this fan art months ago? Also yes.

[syraxesrevenge]

appearance headcanons for younger hotd generation

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• jacaerys has an aquiline nose and purple eyes, like his mother. there is little time you will see him dressed in anything other than a plain grey or brown training coat or riding gear, and some ladies at court jest that even vermax is better dressed than him. it does have a certain charm to it, however, and who could resist those beautiful purple eyes?

• lucerys has some white streaks in his curls, and he has fluffier hair than his brothers. he often dresses rather plainly, with deep velaryon blues and silver scarves that bring out his greyish-fawn eyes. he tries to stay as well groomed as possible, but by the end of the day rhaenyra is surprised if he doesn't have sand on his head and water in his coat.

• joffrey looks the least like rhaenyra, but he's the reflection of harwin. his clothes are often simple garments, black pads for silver training armour he uses while sparring with the small folk children of dragonstone. daeron gave him a dragon pin for his seventh birthday, and he wears it everywhere.

• baela is a spectacle. she's stylish, but in the "my armor is decorated with rubies and silver" sort of way. her hair is often braided into cornrows or buns, while moondancers saddle is often garnished with emeralds and sapphires, and the mixed banners of her parent houses.

• rhaena loves luxury. she ADORES luxury. gold and silver hair rings looped in her braids, chokers with small rhinestones and big diamonds, velvet dresses with fronted myrish lace; anything fashion, rhaena has. the others usually come to her for fashion designs and rightfully so.

• helaena likes simple chic. long, fitted lavender dresses with veiled silver tiaras. bejeweled bodices and soft, pastel colours. she hates the heavy queens crown, but loves small circlets with little gems like topaz and rubies. she also adores cloaks and capes, and feels like she can hide in them when she wants to.

• daeron doesn't have white hair. no, I think he has light auburn, just like his mother! he's also the favorite, and due to being raised in oldtown, often dresses in Hightower grey. sometimes a light, cheerful mint or deep green as well. tessarion is often adorned in these colours as well, even down to the design of her saddle.

• aegon dresses like a rat bffr everyone

• aemond has green hightower eyes (or, well, eye) and takes advantage of that. black suits and high ponytails are common, as well as emerald clips and black pearl headbands. he's very fashionable, unbeknownst to most that see him at first. Vhagar is often bejeweled as well; he can't have her looking ugly in front of the most beautiful dragon in the realm.

[spnhunter4life]

Why Not?

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Here’s a little Dean x reader story I threw together for the occasion. I hope everyone has a fun night, and for anyone who doesn’t have big plans, enjoy a night out with Dean on me!

Summary: Dean and Y/N are both single on Valentine’s Day and decide to have a “friend date.” With a little help from a flirty waitress, feelings are realized and confessed. 

Word Count: 5.4k

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I stood in front of the mirror in my room, checking over my appearance one last time. I’d spent over an hour getting ready – longer than I had expected, though I’d thankfully started getting ready early just in case – and I was happy with the result of my efforts.

I kept my makeup simple, not wanting to overdo it, but also wanting to put in some effort. I put on a light layer of foundation and added a hint of blush to my cheeks. I used eyeliner and mascara, and finished off the look with some lipstick, brushed on with my finger to get a less intense color.

I was wearing a navy blue dress that went to just below my knees. The v neck was cut just low enough to still be considered modest. The sleeves were short with a bit of lace in the shoulder and the dress was well-fitted in the chest and waist, becoming looser and more flowing at the hips. I paired the dress with my favorite heels, a black pair with simple ankle straps.

My hair had taken a bit of trial and error. I’d found a style I really liked online and it was simple enough to replicate, but it took a few attempts for me to be satisfied with the result. I rarely had a reason to do anything more complicated than throwing my hair into a ponytail, so I was possibly being a bit overly picky. I had a small braid going down the left side of my head, tucked into a twisted bun in the back.

My heart was beating a little faster than normal and I had a minor case of butterflies in my stomach. I don’t know why I was nervous. It was just Dean. We spent a lot of time together and I was more comfortable around him than anyone else. And despite what my appearance might suggest, this wasn’t a real date. It was just two friends, spending Valentine’s Day together rather than being alone. A friend date. Dean had suggested it out of the blue yesterday while we were in the kitchen eating lunch.

“You and I should do something tomorrow,” he said before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

“Ok,” I agreed easily. We were in between cases and Sam had a date with Eileen, so I was happy to spend some time with the older Winchester. “What did you have in mind? Movie marathon? Meticulously go over Baby and make sure she’s spotless? Maybe hit up a bar for some karaoke?”

“First of all, Baby is already spotless. Do you think I don’t take care of my car?” He asked in mock offense.

“What was I thinking? I’m so very sorry for having the audacity to suggest your car wasn’t perfect,” I teased, eliciting a laugh out of Sam.

“I meant we should do something tomorrow night,” Dean clarified.

“Ok… and movies or a bar aren’t acceptable night time options?” I asked.

“Not on Valentine’s Day,” he said.

“Why not? It doesn’t have to be any different than any other night we hang out. It’s not like it’s a date,” I told him.

“Who says it’s not a date?” He asked seriously. Sam coughed and got up to start washing dishes.

“Um…” I started, not sure how to respond. Dean and I had been good friends for years. There’d never been any indication he might want something more. It wasn’t something I’d ever even considered. “You’re asking me out?” I finally asked.

“Yeah. Why not? It’s Valentine’s Day. There’s no rule that says you can’t spend it with a friend. I don’t want to sit around at home. Neither of us has a date, so let’s do something together. I mean, come on, even Sam has a date!” he told me, ignoring Sam’s indignant response. 

“So,” I said, wanting to make sure I understood what he was asking. “What you’re saying is, you want to go on a date. But just as friends?”

“Exactly. A friend date. It’ll be fun,” he said confidently. 

“Ok,” I agreed as I got up to help Sam finish with cleaning. “I mean, like you said, I don’t have any other plans.”

“Wow. Try to tone down the enthusiasm a little bit. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he teased.

“Sorry,” I apologized, catching the hint of genuine hurt in his words. “You’re right. It will be fun. I always like hanging out with you.”

“When I say date, I mean it,” he warned me. “That means getting dressed up and going somewhere nice.”

“Noted. I’ll plan accordingly.”

Which led to now. I was sitting on the bed, just finishing putting my shoes on, when there was a knock on the door.

“Just a second,” I called, quickly grabbing my coat out of the closet before opening the door. As expected, Dean was on the other side. He was looking very handsome in a suit and tie. What I wasn’t expecting was the bouquet of roses he held out to me. 

“Dean, these are beautiful!” I exclaimed as I took them from him. He even had them in a vase already. “Thank you!” I set them on my nightstand before turning to give him a hug. 

“Why do you seem so surprised?” He teased as he hugged me back.

“Well you’re not exactly the ‘get a girl flowers’ type of guy usually,” I pointed out. “And even if you were, I still certainly wouldn’t have been expecting them.”

“I told you we’re doing tonight right. Fancy clothes, nice restaurant, flowers, the whole nine yards,” he said before leading the way to the bunker’s garage. 

“Speaking of fancy clothes,” he added, “did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” 

“You did not,” I answered with a small smile.

“Y/N, you look very beautiful. I’m going to be the envy of every man in town,” he said with a wink.

“Thank you,” I said, genuinely flattered by the compliment. “You look very nice too. I might need to bring a gun along just to fend off the ladies.”

Dean laughed.

“Then I’d better bring along a baseball bat. Looking like that and capable of using a gun? The guys won’t be able to control themselves.” 

We’d reached the Impala and Dean opened my door for me, waiting for me to get settled before closing the door and moving around to the driver’s side.

“Where are we going?” I asked as Dean expertly maneuvered the Impala out of the garage and onto the road.

“Olive Garden,” he answered.

“Really?” I asked, surprised. It wasn’t a place I would imagine him ever picking.

“All right, so it’s not that fancy. But we’d probably have to drive for a while to find an actual fancy restaurant,” he said, defending his choice. 

“I wasn’t complaining,” I told him. “It sounds great. I just wasn’t expecting you to choose a pasta restaurant.”

“I thought you might find it to be a nice change from all the burgers we eat,” he explained.

“I’d be happy with anything. Although we might be a little overdressed for our usual places,” I answered. He looked over at me and smiled.

“Olive Garden it is, then.”

~~~~~

There was a thirty minute wait to be seated once we got to the restaurant. We sat in the waiting area and passed the time by talking about past Valentine’s dates. I wasn’t sure how much of the sob stories Dean relayed to me of the heartbroken girls he’d gone for were true and how much he made up for entertainment value, but I was entertained either way.

Eventually the hostess seated us and the waitress came by shortly after to take our drink orders. I didn’t appreciate how close she stood to Dean or the way she batted her eyes at him. Dean asked for an order of fried mozzarella as an appetizer.

“What?” He asked as she walked away, noticing my slight frown. “Should I have gotten something different? It’s fried cheese. Everybody loves fried cheese.”

“It was a good choice,” I agreed.

“Then what’s that face for?” He wondered.

“It’s nothing,” I told him. I was probably misreading things. Surely she wouldn’t be flirting with a guy she believed to be on a date.

“Alright,” he said, not convinced but willing to let it go.

We spent a few minutes in silence while we looked over the menu. 

“There sure aren’t many options for meat at this place, are there?” Dean commented.

“Well what did you expect when you picked a pasta place?” I teased with a smile. 

The waitress came back with our drinks, once again standing closer to Dean than was necessary. 

“Are we ready to order?” She asked cheerfully.

“Go ahead,” Dean said, letting me order first. I looked at the menu again, reading off the name of the dish I wanted. Dean gave her his order, and she collected our menus, accidentally on purpose touching Dean’s hand as she grabbed his. 

“Okay, seriously, what’s up?” he asked when she was gone. I realized I was scowling at her retreating form.

“She’s awfully friendly,” I stated. His forehead wrinkled a little in confusion.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said.

“A little too friendly,” I tried again. He just looked at me blankly. I sighed.

“Dean. She’s flirting with you big time.”

“Yeah?” He said, still not getting my point.

“So you noticed?” I asked.

“Yeah, I noticed. Kind of hard to miss. I still don’t see the problem.”

“You don’t?” I asked incredulously.

“Are you jealous?” He asked, surprised. Then, with a cocky smirk, he added, “You have no reason to be jealous when you know I’m going home with you tonight.”

“That’s not funny Dean. And I’m not jealous.” I told him.

“It’s a little funny,” he said, encouraging me to agree with him. When I didn’t he just sighed. “I really don’t see what the big deal is. So she’s flirting. It’s harmless. I’m not going to abandon you to go home with her if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I know that,” I told him. Dean was many things, a major flirt being one of them, but he wasn’t the type of guy to ask a friend to hang out and then leave them when something better came along.

“Then what’s the problem?” He asked again.

“You and I know that we’re just out as friends. But she doesn’t. It’s Valentine’s Day. We’re a man and a woman eating together alone, all dressed up. For all she knows we’re in a very serious, committed relationship. You don’t hit on men who are in a relationship,” I explained.

“So what you’re saying is, you don’t like her because she is knowingly trying to score with a guy who, to her knowledge, is already taken?” He asked.

“Exactly.”

“I can work with that,” he said with a smile. He scooted his chair around the table so he was sitting beside me instead of across from me and grabbed my hand just as the waitress came back with our appetizer.

“Can I get you anything else while you wait?” She asked.

“You want anything else baby?” He asked me, an amused sparkle in his eye.

“No thanks,” I told him, quickly recovering from the surprise his actions and the pet name had caused.

“We’re good for now,” he told the waitress, never even looking in her direction, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.

“Alright. Let me know if you change your mind,” she replied, her tone slightly less cheerful than it had been. She left to go check on her other tables and Dean and I both snorted out a laugh when she was out of earshot.

“Thanks for that,” I said.

“No problem baby,” he teased. I pinched his hand, which I realized I was still holding, but smiled at him. 

He squeezed my hand once before letting it go. He picked up the plate of fried mozzarella, offering it to me before taking his own.

“So is there a particular reason her flirting bothered you so much, or is it just more of a general rule?” He asked around a bite.

“It’s a good rule,” I said a little defensively.

“Of course it is. I may have extremely limited experience with actual relationships, but everybody knows going after someone in a relationship is a line that shouldn’t be crossed. Obviously that doesn’t stop everybody. Which is why I wondered if maybe something happened in the past that made you a little extra sensitive to this particular situation,” he said.

“No, not really,” I told him. “I just really hate that kind of behavior. I mean honestly, be an adult. Realize that person is someone you can’t have, and move on with your life.”

After that we chatted about unimportant things. We talked about The Hunger Games, which I was trying to get him to watch. We talked about Lord of the Rings which Dean had just gotten me started on. We’d watched the first movie a few days ago and were talking about starting the second tonight. We talked about how Sam’s date might be going. Dean made a game out of guessing which couples seated nearby were genuinely in love and which were just out in an attempt not to be alone on this particular night.

We joked and laughed and just enjoyed our time together. But whenever the waitress came to our table, bringing our food or checking our drinks, Dean made sure to play it up, calling me baby, touching me in some way, refusing to give the waitress a second glance. 

“Are the two of you interested in some dessert, or would you like the check?” She asked when we finished our meals. 

“I’ll take the chocolate brownie lasagna,” Dean quickly answered, his gentlemanly ‘ladies first’ manners disappearing when dessert was involved.

“And,” he added, “my lovely date will take a slice of cheesecake,” he told her confidently.

She walked away to put the order in.

“What if I didn’t want cheesecake?” I asked.

“You always want cheesecake,” he answered. “You not wanting cheesecake would be like me not wanting pie.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I laughed. 

“Can I tell you something?” I asked shyly a few minutes later after our desert had been delivered.

“Of course,” he said. “Unless you’re about to tell me you’ve got a freezer full of all your Valentine’s Day dates from over the years. I’d rather not know that.”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a pleading look. This was hard to admit, but I wanted to tell him. And if he wasn’t going to take it seriously, I wouldn’t be able to say it.

“You can tell me anything,” he said, reading the shift in my mood.

“I want to say thank you for taking me out tonight. I had a lot of fun,” I told him.

“I did too. And our night’s not over. We’ve still got a three hour long movie you agreed to watch,” he reminded me.

“Of course. How could I forget?” I joked.

“Probably just too distracted by my good looks,” he theorized.

“That must be it,” I agreed.

“So really, what did you want to tell me?” He asked.

“I was actually kind of nervous for tonight,” I confessed. “I don’t know why. I’ve actually been trying to figure it out all night.”

“No luck?”

“Not really. I guess I haven’t been on a date in a while, so it’s possible that’s why. But if I’m being honest I think the more likely answer is just that it’s you.” I told him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… you’re one of my closest friends. And even though this isn’t a real date, I guess it was just hard not to worry this might somehow change things,” I explained.

“You’ve got to stop saying this isn’t a real date,” he instructed. “You really know how to hurt a guy’s confidence. I even brought you flowers!”

“You know what I mean, Dean.”

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed, giving up on playing offended. “Even if things did change, who says that has to be a bad thing?”

“It doesn’t have to be a bad thing, but it could be,” I countered. “I just wouldn’t want something to happen that ruined our friendship is all. You’re too important to me,” I told him. 

“We’re just eating dinner together, Y/N. What could happen that would ruin our friendship?” He asked teasingly.

“I don’t know. I never said it made any sense. It’s just the best explanation I can come up with for why I was nervous,” I said.

The waitress came back over with the check, which Dean took.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked me when she was gone.

“Of course,” I answered.

“I might have been a little bit nervous for tonight too,” he admitted. 

He didn’t wait for an answer, just opened the folder and looked at the bill. He frowned.

“What?” I asked. “Did she give us the wrong one?” 

“No,” was all he said as he fished his wallet out of his pocket. He grabbed a few bills and stuck them in the folder.

“What’s wrong then?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he assured me. He turned in his chair to fully face me and reached up, placing his hand on my cheek.

“Dean, what are you doing?” I asked. His face was inches away from mine and he was staring directly into my eyes. My heart started to race. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. We’d never been this close and he had never looked at me like this. His gaze was magnetic. I couldn’t look away.

“Remember when you said you didn’t want things to change between us?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I said nervously.

“Just remember that this doesn’t have to change things,” he said. Then he was leaning in and pressing his lips to mine.

I responded instinctively, placing my hand on the back of his neck and kissing him back, but my mind was racing.

Why was he doing this? Had I misread things entirely? Had this really been a date? These thoughts were somewhere in the back of my mind, fighting to be heard. All I could really focus on was how his lips were such an enticing combination of soft but firm and how good of a kisser he was. The only thought I could grasp onto was that this was the best kiss I’d ever had. And it was over before it could really get started.

He broke away from me, breathing slightly uneven. I looked at him, desperately trying to regain the ability to speak when I noticed the footsteps stopping beside us. Dean handed the waitress the folder.

“Keep the change,” he said. Then he stood up, helped me put my coat on, and slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked to the exit. 

We walked in silence to the car. Once there, Dean once again opened my door for me. We sat in silence until Dean pulled onto the highway, headed back to the bunker.

“You saw the waitress coming,” I said, a statement of fact, not a question.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” I asked.

Dean clenched his jaw.

“She wrote her number on the receipt,” he told me. 

“Okay,” I said, waiting for more. That bit of information irritated me more than I cared to admit, but I didn’t see the relevance.

“I made it pretty clear that I wasn’t interested, didn’t I?” he asked rhetorically.

“You did,” I agreed anyway.

“So why was she so persistent? Why did she think giving me her number was a good plan?” he asked frustratedly.

“I figured you’d be thrilled. She was pretty. I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” I said.

“Aren’t you?” He asked incredulously.

“Of course! But I’m the one who had to watch my date get hit on all night.”

“Exactly! And I am offended on your behalf. Who does that? What gives her the right to try and get into the middle of what she can only see as a happy relationship?” he fumed.

“Well you know I’m not going to disagree with you on that,” I told him. “But it still doesn’t answer my question.”

“Doesn’t it? I think that covers it pretty well,” he disagreed.

“No. It doesn’t,” I insisted. “It explains why you’re mad but not why you kissed me.”

He looked away from the road for the first time, glancing at me with steel in his eyes.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” he said, eyes back on the road.

“I wasn’t looking for an apology,” I said pointedly.

I could see his jaw moving back and forth, him grinding his teeth together. I waited for him to sort out his thoughts and give me an answer.

“I guess I just wanted to make a point. To really show her that I wasn’t interested,” he finally said. 

We were quiet for a while as I thought about what to say. My mind was still racing. From the kiss, yes, but also just replaying the whole night. I was going back and analyzing myself. The things I’d thought and said and done. And I was coming to a realization.

I liked Dean. I liked him in a ‘more than friends’ way. I was in love with him. How had I not realized?

I remembered the nerves I felt earlier this evening while I was getting ready, apparently a physical manifestation of the feelings I’d buried so deep, I’d hidden them even from myself. I was nervous about going on a date with the man I loved. Our first date.

I remembered the irritation I’d felt at our waitress, apparently more than just the indignant annoyance I thought it to be. It was jealousy, as Dean had joked it was.

I remembered how eagerly I had agreed to keep the night going with a three hour movie. And I remembered the giddy feeling I didn’t even realize I felt when Dean called me baby and put on an act for the waitress.

Even my dress, I realized, had been picked specifically for Dean. I knew he was partial to this color. I couldn’t believe how blind I had been to my own feelings.

Dean sighed. 

“Please tell me things aren’t going to be weird between us now,” he said anxiously.

“It’s not going to be weird,” I assured him, willing myself to make it true. I suppose now I have to look forward to a future full of unrequited love. It would suck, but I would make sure it didn’t impact our relationship.

“You sure? Because we’ve never really been the awkward silence type, but this car ride has been full of it.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to ignore you. I was just thinking,” I told him.

He glanced at me again.

“About what?”

“Just… how much fun we had tonight,” I lied, hoping it would lighten the mood a little bit.

“Yeah,” he agreed, clearly not believing me but going along with it anyway. “Yeah, we did have a lot of fun.”

Dean pulled off the highway onto the gravel road that would take us to the bunker. Just a few more minutes and we’d be home.

“We’re still gonna watch Lord of the Rings, right?” I asked him.

He looked at me, a little surprised and a little relieved.

“If you still want to, then yes,” he said.

“I still want to,” I answered.

We were quiet for the rest of the short drive home. Dean parked in his usual spot in the garage and shut the Impala off, but didn’t move to get out. I sat with him, waiting. He seemed to be thinking about something, brow furrowed and thumb tapping on the steering wheel.

After a minute or two, he seemed to come to a decision. He turned to look at me, shoulders set in determination. 

“I wasn’t planning on doing this, but since I’ve already gone and made things weird, I may as well. Go big or go home, right?” He said with a rueful smile.

“I told you things aren’t weird,” I told him.

“Y/N, you’ve been looking at me differently since we left the restaurant,” he argued.

I unsuccessfully fought the blush rising to my cheeks. 

“How would you know how I’ve been looking at you? You’ve been driving,” I pointed out.

“I can still see you. Anyway, that’s not the point,” he said, steering the conversation back to where he wanted it.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to feel like-”

“Can you just let me say this? Please?” he cut me off. I sighed, but nodded.

“First of all, I know I said earlier that I’m not sorry about the kiss. And, as far as the waitress is concerned, I’m not. But I feel like it maybe made you uncomfortable, and for that I am sorry,” he started.

I was surprised at how badly he was reading me. He thought it made me uncomfortable? He couldn’t be further from the truth. I let him continue though. I’d correct him later. Or, I’d assure him I wasn’t uncomfortable at least. He didn’t need to know how much I’d enjoyed it.

“Secondly…” he took a steadying breath before continuing. “Well, to be blunt about it, I kissed you because I wanted to. It might’ve been the waitress that pushed me to it, but I wanted to. Because I have feelings for you, Y/N. I love you. I have for a while now.”

My breath caught at his admission. I couldn't believe this. In under an hour I’d gone from having a fun night with my best friend, to realizing I was in love with him and resigning myself to a lifetime of pining, to being told he felt the same.

“And like I said,” he went on, “I wasn’t going to say anything because I didn’t want to make things weird between us, but since I’ve already done such a spectacular job of ruining that-”

I cut him off the only way I knew how, in the only way I knew would convince him he had no reason to worry. I leaned forward and kissed him.

His response was immediate, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and got lost in the feel of his lips against mine.

Eventually – seconds, minutes, hours later. I didn’t know – he pulled away. He didn’t go far, resting his forehead against mine. We were both breathing heavily. 

“You know why I’ve been looking at you differently?” I asked him. He just looked at me, waiting for my answer. “It’s because I love you. I have for a while,” I said with a smile, repeating his words from earlier. “I didn’t realize it until tonight. But I’ve been going over things in my head, mostly from tonight, and it’s the only conclusion I could come to. I don’t know how I missed it for so long,” I said a little sheepishly.

“That’s ok,” he grinned at me. “I didn’t realize at first either. Sam is actually the one who pointed it out to me a few months ago. I’ve been worried ever since that I was going to do or say something that would make it obvious and wreck our friendship.”

“So this date tonight…” I trailed off. He knew what I was asking.

“I really meant it to be a friend thing. Since neither of us had plans and we’d probably have ended up hanging out anyway, I figured why not just go out?” He explained.

“Why not?” I echoed with a smile.

“I’d be lying if I said the idea of spending the night with you, all dressed up, no guys coming up to flirt with you because they’d know you were taken wasn’t extremely appealing to me,” he admitted.

“And then when you opened your door and I saw how beautiful you looked, I couldn’t believe my luck.”

“I’m the lucky one who got to go home with the best looking guy in town,” I teased.

He smiled and leaned in for one more quick kiss before getting out of the car. He came around to my side and helped me out. We walked to my room, his arm around my shoulder.

“Why don’t you change into something more comfortable and then we’ll watch that movie,” he said once we reached my door before heading in the direction of his own room.

I stood there for a while, debating what to wear. We were technically continuing our date. I still wanted to look nice. But I didn’t really have many options that fit into the category of both nice and comfortable. 

Finally I decided I didn’t need to impress him. I’d been living in the bunker with them for three years now. Dean had seen every possible side of me. He’d seen me at my best and he’d seen me at my worst, both physically and emotionally. He knew everything there was to know about me, and he wasn’t running away. He wouldn’t care what I wore. 

I slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, the outfit I would probably be sleeping in tonight. I wiped the makeup from my face, not wanting to forget to do it before bed, but left my hair up. Ready to spend another few hours with Dean, I made my way towards “The Dean Cave,” as he liked to call it.

I must have taken longer than I realized to decide on what to wear. When I got there, Dean was waiting for me. He was wearing a pair of soft, worn sweatpants and a t-shirt. He had the movie up on the screen and a big bowl of popcorn sitting in his lap. 

He smiled when he saw me and patted the seat next to him. I sat beside him, putting my feet up onto the couch and leaning into his side. He responded by putting his arm around my shoulder. I let out a happy sigh. This was everything I never realized I wanted.

~~~~~

We were about an hour into the movie when Sam came home. He stopped in the cave, probably hearing the movie on the way to his room. He raised an eyebrow when he saw us snuggled up together on the couch.

“Hey, how was your date?” Dean asked his brother cheerfully. 

“It was good,” Sam said, not giving any more detail. “How was yours?”

“Good,” Dean said.

“Uh huh. Care to share anything more?” Sam asked, clearly very curious.

“Do you?” Dean countered.

“I’m sure your date was way more interesting than mine,” Sam deflected.

“Your date with a girl you really like on Valentine’s Day was less interesting than two friends going out?” I scoffed.

“And how did that go?” Sam asked again.

“Good. Like I said,” Dean shrugged.

“Just a normal night? Nothing out of the ordinary happened?” He continued in a tone that implied he knew something he wasn’t telling us.

“Nope,” Dean and I said together. We weren’t going to keep it a secret. There was no point in even trying in such close quarters. But we both naturally responded to his knowing tone with denial, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right just yet.

“Okay,” Sam said nonchalantly, backing towards the door. “Hey Dean, by the way, I’d go with a different shade of lipstick next time. That’s not really your color.” With that, he left the room.

I looked at Dean. There was a little bit of lipstick smudged on his upper lip. I was surprised Sam had even noticed it. He was observant though, and if he knew about Dean’s feelings, he’d probably been actively looking for signs that things had changed between us.

“Sorry,” I said as I tried to rub it off with my thumb. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, unconcerned, taking my hand in his and pressing play.

We finished the second movie and put the third one in. It was already late, but we had nowhere to be tomorrow and were content to spend the night curled up with each other, enjoying this new closeness.

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Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part six

Slow burn

WC: 1.9k (1,967)

There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames

Warnings: Mentions of food

Summery: You’re finally going on your date with Felix. It is truly amazing and he’s so sweet just like his brownies.

(I’m so sorry this is so late I have like three paper due but next chapter is so amazing I might have to post it early to make up for it)

Chapter Six “Brownie Boy”

Y/n’s pov

I woke up before Chan today. I told Changbin I would go to the gym with him this morning. I don't work out too often but sometimes I just have the urge to. I knew Changbin loved the gym so I decided he would be the perfect person to ask to accompany me. I put my hair in a ponytail and threw on a pair of black leggings and a pink tank top and paired it with a light jacket. I went into the kitchen to make smoothies for Changbin and I to enjoy before we left. Changbin joined me in the kitchen soon after.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He said as he approached me.

“Good morning, here I made this for you.” I said handing him the smoothie.

“Thank you, you're amazing.” He said, bringing me in for a hug.

When he hugged me it was like I was being suffocated but in the best way his muscles always engulfed my body in such a comfortable sensation. We drank our smoothies together in the kitchen while chatting and then went up to the gym which was conveniently in the building. When we got there I rode on the stationary bike for a bit while Changbin lifted weights. When I was done on the bike I went to work out on my arms. After that I did leg presses, then back to my arms. After that Changbin and I finished with some squats. Even though we were together we did different things working together but separately in a comforting silence minus the music we were sharing each of us wearing one airpod.

“Wow gorgeous I had no clue you liked fitness this much.” He said a little in shock and out of breath at the end of our set.

He looked cute. Flushed cheeks, bulging muscles. The way his hair slightly stuck to his forehead. The way his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath.

“I don't really, but I try to keep myself healthy and sometimes I just have the urge to workout.” I said while shrugging.

“Well if you ever want help or want to learn more let me know.” Changbin said with a smile on his face.

“Thank you Binnie.” I said giving him a hug even though we were both sweaty.

We went back to the dorm where the rest of the boys were.

“Good morning doll.” Chan said to me.

“Good morning.” I said back, going to give him a hug.

“Good morning sunshine, are you excited for tonight?” Felix said.

“Yes I am very excited, I can not wait.” I said, smiling brightly.

“Me too, well I will see you later, I have to go get some things ready for tonight.” He said giving me a hug.

“Can't wait Lixie, see you later tonight.”

I spent the rest of the day in the dorm with Chan until it was time to start getting ready for my date with Felix. I took a shower even though I had taken one after coming back from the gym. When I got out I put my hair in pigtail braids and got dressed. I picked out a pair of ripped black jeans and paired it with a blue long sleeve v-neck shirt since it's Felix’s favorite color according to Chan. I did my makeup going with a natural look and then I put on a pair of black high top converse.

“How are you feeling, doll?” Chan asked me.

“I am actually really excited, I can't wait to see what Felix has planned.”

“You’re going to love it, and Felix is going to love you, you look amazing” Chan said.

He came and stood behind me as I looked at myself in the mirror. He spun me around to look at him and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me in for a tender kiss only breaking away when we had to come up for air. Just then there was a knock at his bedroom door.

“I assume that's your date doll, you should be the one to answer it.” He said letting go of me and stepping back.

I walked over to the door and opened it and it was Felix. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black crewneck sweater with a white shirt peeking through under it he also had on a pair of black converse.

“Wow.” Felix said looking me up and down “You look stunning sunshine.”

“I could say the same about you.” I said, giving him a wide smile.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, holding out his hand.

“Yes I am.” I said taking his hand and mine, allowing him to lead me out of the room.

“Have fun you two.” Chan said after us.

I turned back and gave Chan a warm smile as Felix led me towards the door to exit the dorm. We got to the car and he held the door open as I climbed in. He sat down next to me putting his arm around my shoulder. We stayed like this on the car ride, I could tell Felix was nervous.

“You know, I am really excited for tonight.” I said, trying to subtly calm his nerves.

“I am too. I hope you enjoy tonight.” He said, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

“I am sure I will love it and either way as long as I am with you I know I'll be happy, there is no reason to stress.” I said looking down feeling myself blush.

“Awe, sunshine that means a lot to me. This night will be perfect with you by my side.” He said, looking me in my eyes.

The car began to come to a stop. Felix got out first taking my hand as he led me out of the car. As I looked up I realized he took me to the movie theaters. He led me to the booth where he told the worker his name and then they led us to a theater. When we walked in it was empty and there was a table full of snacks and drinks. I looked over at Felix and he was looking nervous.

“Lix you did all of this for me?” I asked in awe.

“Yeah I thought privacy would be better. And I have it so they are playing the first two halloween town movies. Chan said they are your favorites.”

“Lixie, this is truly amazing thank you so much.” I said hugging him.

We each grabbed some snacks and a drink as we went and settled in next to each other somewhere in one of the middle rows, not wanting to be too close or too far. The seats were those fancy ones that recline and the arm rest could be lifted. We lifted the arm rest and then cuddled into each other's sides. Felix had one hand around my shoulder and the other laying across my stomach. I felt so safe and content in his arms. We stayed like this during the majority of the films, occasionally looking over at each other and smiling. We watched the movies and added our input about them throughout since it was just us. As the end credits rolled on the second film Lix started to get up stretching his body with him.

“That was amazing Lix thank you.” I said, starting to get up myself and stretching.

“I am glad you liked it but the night is not over yet I still have something else planned.” Felix said smiling.

“You do?” I said, looking at him with wide eyes.

He nodded his head and then took my hand giving it a kiss. He led me out of the theater and back to the car. He refused to tell me where we were going next but I didn't really care because I am still so excited. After a little while the car came to a stop again. Felix once again got out and held my hand. When I got out of the car I realized we were outside my apartment.

“Lix what are we doing here?”

“There's a little surprise inside. Chan let me use his key to get in earlier and set everything up.”

“Awe Lix you really are amazing.” I said holding him.

He led me up the stairs and into my apartment with a hand splayed across my lower back. When we walked in I noticed he set up a fort in my living room with the mattress on the ground in front of the T.V. he also covered the makeshift bed with pillows and blankets. In the kitchen there were ingredients set up.

“What is all of this Lix?”

“I figured we could cook together and watch some more movies, I also got stuff to make my brownies and I got us matching pj’s. Also I thought the privacy of your apartment is better than having the rest if the guys linger around trying to intrude on our date.” Lix said with a smile on his face.

“This is perfect Lixie.” I said, giving him another tight hug. “Truly amazing.”

We changed into our matching pajamas. It was two black long sleeve shirts and plaid pajama pants. We then went into the kitchen where we made a homemade pizza Lix making the crust in the shape of a heart. We were messing around throwing flour around but we didn't care because it was so fun. As that was baking Felix and I made the batter for the brownies using his secret recipe. Once the batter was made we went into the bathroom together to wash our faces of the flour. Lix helped me wipe my face and then I did the same for him. When the pizza was done we took it out of the oven and placed it on the counter. We then put the brownies in the oven. We cut the pizza into slices and moved to the living room. We sat down in the fort and started watching some marvel movies seeing as we both love them. When we finished our pizza Lix got up and took the brownies out of the oven. I washed the dishes and cleaned up our mess while he served the sweet treats. We took them back to our fort where I finally got to try Felix’s famous brownies. As I took a bite I was in awe. They were amazing and so incredibly fudgy.

“Felix, these are the best things I have ever had.” I said gleaming up at him.

“You really think so? That means so much to me. I'm glad you like them.” he said smiling.

“Like them, I love them.”

Felix and I finished our brownies and kept watching the movies cuddled up together with his arms around me once again.

“This was an amazing date Lix, thank you.” I said sincerely.

“Of course sunshine I am glad you liked it.”

“I loved it Lixie.” I said as I turned to face him still in his grasp.

“Is it ok if I kiss you?” He asked leaning closer to me.

“Of course Lix I would love that.”

When our lips finally connected it was a soft slow kiss full of passion and admiration. We stayed like this, neither of us wanting to break the kiss. When we pulled apart I looked at his face while trying to catch my breath from the intensity of the kiss. He was blushing and his lips were kiss bitten. I don't think this man has ever looked more attractive than at this moment. We laid down together as I pressed my face into his chest taking in his scent as we chatted until we fell asleep in each other's embrace.

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Balan Wonderworld Outfits: Chapter 8

Finally, I'm doing my favorite Chapter! Since it is winter-themed, almost all of the characters will be wearing winter outfits! Though, Iben will receive an interesting outfit choice since this is her Chapter. I hope you all like these!

Leo Craig

A dark blue winter hat with a white pom-pom on top, a dark blue scarf, a white coat with black accents over a red turtleneck sweater, dark blue mittens, black pants, and tall red boots.

Emma Cole

A pair of pink earmuffs, a red coat dress with six black buttons and white fur trimming on the hood, cuffs, and rim, a pink fringed scarf, matching pink mittens, black leggings, and tall green boots.

Jose Gallard

A red coat with white fur trimming on the hood, a black long-sleeved shirt, dark blue pants, and black shoes.

Fiona Demetria

A white turtleneck sweater underneath a navy blue sleeveless vest, denim blue jeans, and brown boots with white fur trimming around the cuffs. She wears a navy blue hair tie.

Yuri Brand

A red winter hat, an indigo coat, magenta mittens, olive green pants, and purple boots with a pair of white pom poms on each one.

Haoyu Chang

A grey winter hat and matching scarf, an orange coat over a green shirt, brown pants, and white shoes.

Sana Hudson

A brown coat with white fur trimming on the hood and cuffs, a dark green shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and cream colored boots.

Cass Milligan

A fuschia coat over a white shirt, black mittens, black pants, fuschia socks, and black ankle boots. She wears her hair up in a ponytail with a fuschia ribbon.

Cal Suresh

A grey winter hat, a black trenchcoat over a yellow shirt, a white scarf, dark grey pants, and black boots.

Iben Bia

A sleeveless, hooded denim blue vest with white fur trimming on the hood, a black shirt with a purple lining on the collar and lavender long-sleeves, red shorts with two gold buttons, black knee-high socks with light blue lining, and purple high-top shoes with white shoelaces.

Attilio Caccini

A dark magenta coat over a yellow turtleneck sweater, grey pants, and brown boots.

Lucy Wong

A long, black trenchcoat over an emerald green turtleneck sweater, a light green scarf, a black belt with a silver buckle, a long grey skirt with four black buttons, and emerald green boots with white fur trimming and white pom poms.

Eis Glover

A brown coat that reaches down to his knees over a red turtleneck sweater, dark grey pants, and tall black boots.

Bruce Stone

A cream-colored turtleneck sweater, mauve pants, and black shoes. He no longer sports his standard hat.

Act 3 Outfit (Specifically for Iben)

A short, form-fitting purple evening dress with a sweetheart neckline, gold cluster earrings with turquoise gems, a gold oval-shaped locket with a heart-shaped turquoise gem, and lavender stilettos. She wears her hair in a ponytail with a lavender hair tie.

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***The Lycan King’s Heir - Chapter 8 (on Wattpad) OUT NOW!!!***

Unleash Your Inner Alpha

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Chapter 1

**Gracie POV**

"You look amazing Gracie!" My best friend Petra squealed, clasping her hands to her chest excitedly. "Remind me you have that dress next time I ask to borrow something."

I assessed my reflection in the mirror as Petra settled back onto the velvet sage-colored duvet on my large four-poster bed. She was right. The deep blue form-fitting satin dress fell about mid-thigh with slit that trailed up to just below my hip bone. The bodice clung to my waist and had a sweetheart neckline. Strappy black 4-inch heels adorned my feet. I chose to pair the look with a thick satin ribbon choker with a large tear drop black diamond and matching earrings. My long hair was left down to fall at my waist. The omega stylist teased and braided my hair for what seemed like hours, the results being a Northern look with white anemones, blue daisies, and baby's breath weaved into fishtail braids of various sizes throughout. Two evenly sized braids just above my ears were tied back with black satin ribbon. I wore little make up, showing off my clear skin and freckles. A quick brush of brown mascara helps my dark green eyes stand out, and some tinted gloss to plump my lips.

I look over at Petra who looked spectacular. True to her goth fashion, she had decided on a black oversized t-shirt dress that flowed to a stop just above her knee. Her long legs were sheathed in fishnet hose and clunky leather boots with small metal spikes swallowed her dainty feet. Her long black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her bangs tickling her brows. Unlike me Petra had gone all out with her make up. Eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow rimmed her eyes, foundation a couple shades lighter than her already light skin tone smudged across her face, and some matte black lip stick.

"You look pretty sexy yourself," I say with a wink. "Are you ready to head out?" We were headed to a small bar in the city that I had asked my father to rent out for the night. This ensured that the facility would be ran and guarded by pack approved guests. Renting out a venue for a private event was especially helpful since it meant that underage pups 16 and up could attend and legally drink outside of pack borders.

Other than my father, stepmother, and Petra I really didn't have any close friends. Being the Alpha's daughter meant that my 21st birthday was THE event for our pack. To appease the public, I decided on the bar idea. People would come and go as they pleased, and it wasn't restricted to just the pack. Other packs could attend as well as vampires, witches, warlocks, and other "Mythics" the humans called us.

My father somehow lined up my favorite artist to play a short surprise set in the evening and arranged for an open bar. Despite the rental time beginning at four in the afternoon, Petra and I planned to my appearance around 9. Not that anyone would notice if I no showed. That's what the open bar was for.

All day we hung around the house watching our favorite rom-coms and getting ready for the party while gloom lingered thick in the air. Neither of us dared say anything, but what if after today things were different?

Turning 21 was a big turning point for a werewolf. It marked the beginning of official adulthood as we shifted into our wolf form for the first time. Our wolves are more of a feeling or mood until our first shift. When we shift and our fur color is revealed, we receive our rank. Black or white fur indicates an Alpha, dark grey or golden brown identifies Betas and Gammas, and omegas look like your average wolf. Alphas, Betas, and Gammas tend to be larger than omegas as well.

I'm older than Petra by four months. This means that not only will I be shifting first, but I will also be finding my mate this year, while Petra will have to wait until next year's Mate's Solstice since you have to be 21 at the time of the solstice to feel the mate pull, and that's only if your mate is in attendance as well. I sighed inwardly. I guess it really doesn't matter now that I'm to be mated to the King regardless.

Petra and I had done everything together since the first day we had met in kindergarten. From first sleep-over to first dance. In fifth grade we made a vow to save ourselves for our mates. Neither of us had even been kissed. I'd decided not to tell her. Keeping the secret from her manifested guilt that only grew as time passed. It was getting harder everyday as the future I'd try to ignore became my present all to quickly.

We walked through the Alpha's mansion, my home, and climbed into the limo that waited for us at the bottom of the stone entry steps. The driver helped us both in before walking around climbing into the driver's seat. As we travelled through the pack grounds, we made small talk guessing who we would see there and who we hoped we wouldn't. Once we crossed the border and started coasting down the highway the driver informed us that we would be arriving in about 15 minutes. I watched through the window as rural landscapes slowly faded from livestock and greenery to gradually taller and taller buildings and more and more lights.

A few minutes later the limo pulled up to the front of a small brick building that had been painted grey. The bouncer removed the velvet barrier to let us in.

"Happy Birthday Ms. Thewton." He said, dipping his head in greeting as we entered.

"Shh! Let's not make a big deal of things. Let's just all have a good night." I said waving my hand as if to brush his words away.

"Sorry miss!" I heard him call softly after me.

Petra elbowed us a path through the crowd and ordered us both shots. We were a few shots in when we decided to go to the small dance floor. We danced for several upbeat songs, and we even joined in a few line dances. Between songs we would refill our drinks and take more shots. Suddenly the room erupted in applause, and I registered the chords to my favorite song. I guess it was time for the surprise set. The tempo for this song is much slower than the songs we had been dancing to.

Couples around me moved closer together and began swaying in little circles around the dance floor. As I was turning to leave my ankle rolled and I lost my balance. Before I could hit the floor a strong arm wrapped around my waist and another hand grasped my hand. I was pulled up against a strong, sculpted chest. The smell of sandalwood and rain assaulted my nose and I gulped softly as my gaze wandered up a black button down before connecting with a pair of soft golden-brown eyes. The eyes widened in wonder before his arms wrapped around me again, this time holding me close against him. I started to push away, but as soon as he started to sway to the slow beat, I instantly felt my body relax.

The floor starts to spin, and I instantly realize there is no way I'm in any condition to shift tonight. Resolving to stay inside and to hopefully sneak off and shift another night this week, I signaled the bartender wading through the crowd and grab two shots. I hand one to my dance partner and we toast before downing the burning liquid and handing the test-tube shaped glasses back.

"Happy Birthday to me!" I shout up at him before blacking out.

Chapter 2

**Alpha Shaun POV**

I gazed at the woman next to me. Her hair reminded me of brush fire, the curly red strands setting the pillow case aflame as the locks tumbled across the sheets. I stroked her cheek softly, pulling back when she stirred, turning her face into my touch.

Sparks lingered on my fingers where our skin had made contact. This was the woman haunting my dreams. And now, she was mine.

I kissed her forehead softly before lightly brushing my thumb across her lips and getting up from the bed. I thought about the love we made the night before. From what I could recollect, the first time was awkward and drunken. Too late had I realized she was a virgin.

After both having slept some of the alcohol away, we had gone again, this time felt more natural. She had responded to my every touch, and her noises of pleasure had quickly sent my wolf spiraling out of control. I felt my eyes darken as he pushed his way forward.

I'd never felt him this out of control. I took her over and over again until we both fell asleep tangled together late into the night.

As the first light of the morning creeped through the window, I locate my clothes and get dressed quietly.

Glancing towards the sleeping goddess of my dreams I slipped off the thin gold chain I wore around my neck and removed the small, plain wedding band. It had been my mother's. My mother had passed away when I was 16. It seemed that one day she got sick and only got worse. Within months my mother was bedridden and frail, before the year was up, she was gone...

Seeing my own father suffer the anguish of losing a mate was unbearable. I buried myself into school to avoid having to be around him. I placed the band on the bedside table and walked out of the door.

In 2 months I'm supposed to be marrying Gracie Thewton if she doesn't find her mate at the Mate's Solstice. My wolf whined sadly at me as I walked down the hall, away from the unknown beauty. 'I feel it too.' I assure him.

They say if the bond is strong enough you can feel some muted effect if mates are in close proximity up to the time of the Solstice. Deep down my wolf and I knew this girl was our Chosen mate that the Moon Goddess, Selene, selected just for me.

I had decided long ago to never claim my Chosen mate. At 29, I had never attended a single one of the past seven of the Mate's Solstices I could have. There was no need. I would never experience what my father went through. Eventually, the grief had killed him.

Still, seeing the love my parents shared throughout my childhood, I respected the Chosen mate bond. It's said to be the most intimate relationship anyone can experience.

It wasn't fair to the girl that I had chosen this path and that we'd never share the bond the way the Goddess intended. I was hoping that by leaving the ring that she'd at least get to remember a small bit of the time we shared together.

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**Gracie POV**

I woke up to the sun spilling across my face. I groaned as I sat up slowly. My head was pounding. I looked around the room as it slowly began to come into focus. The sleek white and grey features and dark black stained wood.

This was certainly not my room.

*bzzzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzzz bzzzzz* I heard my phone going off somewhere across the room. The sheets slide off of me as I roll of the bed and stumble over to the sound.

The cold air hits my naked skin. I shiver, not only from the cold, but from the thought of why I was naked.

What happened last night? I remember the bar, I remember dancing. There was a man, I couldn't recall his face, but I remember he smelled delicious. Like sandalwood and rain.

After rifling through my handbag I found my phone. 56 missed calls. I am so dead.

I checked the call record. My nerves calmed instantly when I saw most of calls were from Petra, and 54 of the calls had been made last night. I guess that's what time I stepped out.

The other two calls had been from my father earlier this morning, and just now, Hudson, Petra's twin and my ex-boyfriend.

We hadn't spoken much more than curt greetings in public in months. Why is he calling me?

We ended things about a year prior. It hadn't gone well. We started unofficially dating when we were 13. We weren't allowed to date that young, but also, most werewolves really don't officially date before they find a mate.

Most wolves prefer to save themselves for their mates, however it wasn't uncommon not to wait to have sex. Hudson and I both wanted to wait, but we also enjoyed being with each other. We never did more than hold hands, and once he kissed my cheek three years ago after seeing how distraught I was when I agreed to marry King Shaun.

At first we stayed together anyway.

We'd promised long ago that we'd both attend our first Mate's Solstice and if neither of us found our Chosen mates we'd pick each other as our Destined mates. Except I'd robbed him of that.

My choice put a strain on our relationship. He started distancing himself from me. One night I had gone over to his house to speak to him. Petra had let me in not knowing what I would find. Knocking on the door to his bedroom and entering at the same time, I saw Hudson and a girl from that our school who was just a grade below us. She was straddling his lap, her hands were grasping his hair while his hands were roaming over her back and hips as they noisily made out at his desk. I just turned and walked out. We never had to officially end things because we were never official.

Clutching my phone to my chest I turned on my heel and stalked to the bathroom. I sat the phone down on the grey marble counter and turned the shower faucet to scalding hot. I didn't need to remember everything to understand what had happened last night, my aching pelvis and lower abdominal regions giving me a hint as to the events that transpired after I had blacked out.

I quickly showered using the travel sized soaps provided by the hotel. Once I dried off I called the front desk to bring me a toothbrush. I had also asked to settle the bill for check out, but I was told to stay as long as I needed, the room was paid for as long as I needed it.

Shocked, I thanked her and said she could cancel the account further and call maid service as I would be leaving shortly. I went to hang up the receiver and noticed a golden band on the table next to the phone. Carefully I picked it up and put it on my ring finger on my right hand.

It fit perfectly. So I kept it on. I didn't see a note, but somehow I felt like the ring had been left for me.

After brushing my teeth and swapping the plushy hotel robe for my dress, I grabbed my heels by their straps and swung the satchel strap of my handbag over my shoulder as I walked barefoot out of the hotel room.

I pulled out my phone to call Petra. I needed to let her know I was okay. She had texted me earlier in the morning that she had covered for me but that I needed to get home as soon as possible.

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WELL HELLO HELLO THERE!

I once made a post explanation of the designs step by step of my ol mc Cerise. Here is part 2 with my ol2 mc.

SYMBOLISM OF MY OL2 MC

Valentin Second ❄

First of all, contexte informations needs to be given to understand some design choice (infos and design might change once the game release). Valentin's name was chosen specificaly for the meaning of sweetheart. When someone says that you are their "valentine," they are choosing you as the person that they would like to show fondness to during special day such as Valentine's day. Second is the default name surname and i'm being honest, just tout it was funny in contrast to Cerise Fourth.

Just like Cerise was summer but for sad periode fall themed, Valentin is a winter kid. From the palette to the clothes and motifs, she's the physical embodiment of dark snowy night. I wanted to keep the fruit theme too, Valetin is also based on blueberries.

Like i said before, Valentin is a winter kid and not automn. the new place may be fun but this is not where he is from so that why her palette is made of blue and cold collors in contrast of Golden Grove. Valentin is out of place, coming previously from a snowy country.

Before moving on to design detail, one theme important about Valentin is their identity. Step 1 Valentin identify as amab non binary without really being sure about the label, she goes by she/he/them. Step 2 valentin struggle with their identity and the idea of feminity. Step 3 Valentin found a label and confort in their identity as a trans girl going by she/ them. An imagery of her gender identity journey: her scarf

From step 1 until step 3 the scarf is too big. It's pretty, white, and expensive, with a bow shape on the back. This is an important object and sort of embodiment of Valentin's coquetry. Be pretty even if it dosen't fit and you're scared of abiming it, it's special and is reminiscent of her previous place. It only starts fitting right during step 3 when her femininity feels right to her.

Step 1

Step 1 is wearing brown shoes to go play outside, the only thing that is allowed to get dirty, and who is more appropriate to where she is now rather than where she used to be (compared to all the winter warm but delicate clothes ). She is herself, a kid from another place but ready to go on an adventure and visit new places, getting her shoes dirty on the walk. She wears pigtails or occasionally a ponytail to look nice but also be comfortable to not get hair on her face. Little Valentin owns a lot of fantasy jewelry, mainly earrings, her favorite one is snowflake-silver-shaped earrings that she got from a souvenir boutique of her old town.

Step 2

Step 2 Valentin is a kid growing up too young on the internet and being heavily influenced by it. There is an unpleasant feeling of not feeling right in the young girl's heart. She wear strictly winter colors like blue or white, trying to get a hold on what she think defines her. There is also the toxique imagerie of what "feminity" is suppose to looks like. Valentin feels self conscious and want to feel pretty under standards regardless of developing a personal identity. This js reflect in her choice of keeping her hair long and lose despite it being inconvenient and having it on her face during windy days. Cute,skirt, very long hair, trendy fit and pastel imagery or else she won't look girly enough to fit her falsenn idea if who she sould be. She still wear her too big scarf

Step 3

Step 3 Valentin comes from a long way. Accepting the search for her identity, she feels at home in Golden Grove, autumn starts warming her wardrobe. Valentin dresses more as she wants and not like she thinks she should, starting by cutting her hair short and getting new piercings. She personalized her outfit with the embodiment of flowers or leaves, she is a mix of everything that impacted her. She matured, her scaf is well adjusted on her neck and she goes for either warmer or darker colors. Valentin also gives a chance to make up and she likes it, sometimes trying bold colors, sometimes doing simple.

THANK YOU FOR READING! Valentin's design is not complete,more may be defined once can add canon story elements through the evolution of her as a character. In the meantime, I hope you'll have a good day💙

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NOTES: AU, GLIDED ACADEMY, RUTH IS MY FAVORITE, FIVE HAGREEVES IS A ASSHOLE, RUTH MEETS HIM AGAIN, THEY ARE LITTERALLY THE SAME PERSON, OFFHAND FLIRTING? (its like one or two comments), RUTH INSULTS EVERYONE, SHE MEETS KLAUS AGAIN, SHE DOESN’T MENTION HER POWERS, FIVE IS SUSPICOUS, BLOOD AND GORE WARNING, MENTIONS TOWARDS AUTISTIC TENDENICS, RUTH HAS AUTISM, FOLLOWS THE ORGINAL PLOT OF TUA BUT WITH SLIGHT LORE CHANGES, RUTH HAS ACOHOL PROBLEMS, LEWD JOKES, KLAUS BEING NICE TO RUTH. KLAUS AND RUTH HAVE A LITTLE ‘LUNCH DATE’ AND TALK.

Ruth grunted and whined when her portal abilties were still offline. No matter how many times she tried to create a portal, it didn’t work. She was currently sitting on the couch in the longue or living room.

“Oh..” A familar, tired and yet sober voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Ruth flipped her position up on the couch so she could see. It was Noel, and she had a suitcase with her. She frowned slightly before noticing Ruth.

“One day late to the party, Noel.” The teenage looking girl quiped as she shuffled around on the couch.

Another small sound raidated from the zombie looking girl. She looked utterly exhausted. Her long white hair was in a low ponytail but still looked ratted. She obviously wasn’t taking good care of herself.

Her frame was inceribly scrawny, bones. And the other more human looking girl squinted and scowled at all the bandages on her. Some looked old but some looked more new.

“What’s up with all the bandages?” She decided to be blunt.

The girl with the large sweater on only scowled before grimnacing slightly. It was a rytheorical question, one the younger looking girl already knew the answer to. But she knew that Noel wouldn’t answer.

“Did..did the others already leav-?” They started, coming a little further into the room as their eyes focused on her.

“Leave? No. Well, not that I know of. Violet, and Celeste aren’t here. I didn’t even think you would show up.” She answered before trailing off slightly.

An akward silence greeted the two techincal siblings. Ruth and Noel never talked much as children. Or even when they decided to go their sepreate ways and move out. Being back in the academy brought on a almost..painful..nostaglia.

The idea that most of glided academies childhood was lived in shadowed innocence. They all had time to have memories and bound with one another.

Ruth and Noel’s only memories of ‘bonding’ was when Ruth would help her with panic attacks and injuries.

“Who said I wasn’t here?” A quiet yet teasing voice asked.

Both the tan skinned girl and Noel nearly jumped out of their positions and skin. In the very doorway and barely in the room was Violet Pirce. She had a nice smile but teasing as she mainly looked at Ruth.

“Oh my god! Violet- what the fuck!” The amber eyed girl blinked a couple times before groaning.

Violet was a shy and angel looking girl. Her blue eyes were light and yet dull. They crinkled up, revealing red marks under her eyes. She was wearing a blue, almost dress fitting top with lace detailing and long sleeves.

She also had dark blue washed out jeans over her lower legs. They sunk slightly underneath her shoes but no one said anything.

Her blonde hair was in it’s natural braided bun state.

“I mean, I just got here, but still-!” Violet rambled slightly before rolling her eyes with drama.

She entered the room further, her own suitcase being dragged behind her. The girl on the couch only adjusted her posture and frame before looking at the two people with a deadpan, mouth turned to the side.

“Next thing I know, Celeste is going to waltz through the door.” She sarcasitcally said before scoffing and leaning back.

Violet only cringed slightly at the name of the only missing sister. Not to mention, their number one.

“Do..do you really think she’s gonna’ show up?” Noel decided to ask, tilting his head slightly.

Ruth only groaned before smoothly lifting her posture and getting off the couch. She took a few steps near the fireplace before placing her hands in her blazer pockets.

“Obviously not. Celeste isn’t showing up. She never will.” She spat, annoyance clear in her voice before brushing shoulders with Violet and walking past them and towards the door.

“Your leaving again?” Violet asked, blue eyes watching as the pink haired girl was by the door.

No response. Just the sound of the door shutting behind her. The blonde haired girl sighed before turning towards the white-nette.

“Seems like she’s still moody as ever..” She quietly said, weakely laughing afterwards.

The green eyed sibling only made a almost offended expression. His eyebrows were furrowed and his facical features were scrunched up. This made the other blink before furrowing her own eyebrows.

“What? Did I say something?” She tilted her head as she took a step closer.

“Did you really have to mention Celeste?” She quietly asked in return.

Violet only made a baffled expression as she furrowed her eyebrows further. Was it really her fault? Had she messed up? But didn’t Ruth bring up the topic of Celeste first?

“It’s not my fault, Noe’-!” She tried to start, but cringing at her wording.

“Don’t call me that.” She was quickly shut down by Noel, the said woman shooting her another glance before shaking her head and walking away.

Her suitcase came with her intow, making a clacking noise. She made creaking noises as she also walked up the stairs, presumming to unpack.

The now left alone girl scowled and bit her bottom lip. A feeling of both annoyance and longing built up in her. Why couldn’t she just get along with people? Even Ruth, who she was aleast somewhat close to didn’t want anything to do with her.

She looked down at her shoes as her hands clentched into fists. She could feel herself flick in and out of being visible, before turning invisible.

No one wanted to see her in the first place.

Ruth sighed before walking past a large building. It was Meritech, she really wasn’t paying attention. It was rather sunny out, but not uncomfortable. Some people shot her looks and she only furrowed her eyebrows at them.

But she immeditally felt her breath lurch as she saw a familar figure. Brown hair, emerled eyes and uniform. Holy shit, it was him.

He had a annoyed scowl on his face, and he clutched something in his hand. His eyes were infront of him and flicked around before landing on Ruth.

She felt her heart stop and she cringed immensly. She immeditally whipped around before walking away quickly, borderline jogging. She couldn’t just walk towards him, and using her abillity would cause another whole layer of shit.

She cringed as she heard voices whisper, was he seriously following her?! She hurried her pace, turning into a alleyway. Somewhere out of place where she could use her portals, if they agreed to work.

A faint woosh sound was heard infront of her and a flash of blue light. She stummbled back slightly and blinked multiple times.

“Hey, school girl.” A sarcastic, and annoyed voice was heard.

Ruth had to bite back the urge to groan. There he was in all his glory, the male with brown hair narrowed his eyes at her.

“Oh, it’s you.” She made sure to add some spite onto that last word.

Her hands shoved and clentched tightly into her blazer pockets. She glanced at the male as he rolled something in his right hand inbetween his fingers. Speaking of, he had really nice hands-

‘Focus Ruth’

“Yeah. Now-!” He smiled sarcastically before vanishing with a faint sound.

The amber eyed female blinked hard before looking around. She had observed his powers the other day, but didn’t get enough time to really adjust.

She made a ‘ack!’ sound as her collar was grabbed and she was forced aganist the alleywall. He was slightly taller then her, so her collar was lifted slightly.

“Why didn’t you report me to the police? I can’t help but find that odd.” He inquired, green eyes narrowed carefully as his hands tightened even further.

She only scoffed slightly, one eye shut from the pressure on her collar. Her eyes flicked across his face before she flashed a quick and annoyed smile.

“Yeah, run to the police..don’t be stupid..reporting a teenage boy in schoolboy shorts who probably murdered over ten or more people in the middle of a donut shop..sounds a little insane…” She scoffed before manging to shove him off of her.

She wrapped her fingers around her throat and collar slightly. She brushed off her blazer and adjusted her blazer and tie before looking at him.

“Plus, I have no dobut that the police has already investagiated it. They probably already started a case.” She added on before scowling and rubbing her tired eyes.

The boy only made a noise simaliar to a grunt. She wasn’t sure if he understood her point or not, but she didn’t say anything else.

“Glided academy, huh? What’s that?” Ruth tensed up at the question.

Shit. He didn’t know about her powers, obviously. And defentily not the ‘academy’ she belonged to. And the fact that he was part of the umbrella academy was even worse.

“A private academy. You wouldn’t know about it.” She quickly said, holding her breath slightly.

He only hummed again, squinting his eyes at her. She wasn’t sure if he believed it or not, but it was good enough to believe that he bought it. But something was strange.

Five Hargreeves was an asshole.

Her childhood crush was an asshole.

Surprsingly, in the few glimpses of the umbrella academy kid comics and magienzenes her and her siblings read, he didn’t seem like a asshole. At least, not from the small little ‘profile’ bits they had on their pictures and pages.

“Well, I can’t just have you walking around with that. And in all honesty, your kind of shady.” He said before adimitting with a head tilt and his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Excuse me?!” Ruth blinked a couple times before scowling slightly at his ‘observation.’

“Your excused.” He bitterly smiled before dropping it and taking his left hand out of his pocket and rubbing his temple.

She only scowled deeper, feeling her hands tighten in her pockets. But what he said next, almost made her shit her pants.

“Your coming with me.” He bluntly said, while looking at her with a bland expression.

The girl blinked a couple times yet again before recoiling. What the hell?! She didn’t want to hang out with this teenage boy who looked to be a godamn serial killer!

“Uh, no.” She deadpanned and spoke with a bland yet strict tone of voice.

He only raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly. She honestly wanted to snap his neck right then and there.

“I don’t recall saying it as a question.” He pondered.

She only took a couple steps back before crossing her arms. Five Hargreeves was being a total entilted brat. Where did he get that attitude from? From being in a world famous academy?!

She hated to break it to him, but he wasn’t the only kid with powers in this world. And not in NYC either.

“I don’t care, find someone else to bother.” She hissed before getting ready to turn around and leave.

But she was surprised by a hand being placed on her lower arm, near her wrist. She turned around and saw him holding her wrist before grabbing her tightly. And just like that, a bright blue worble of light incircled them.

Ruth and Five appeared in what seemed to be a room. It had a bed, bland green walls with what looked like faded calculations. Whoever lived in here, they had no sense of style.

Ruth immeditally peeled away from him and held her stomach. A feeling simaliar to being pulled through a collapsing portal filled her throat and stomach. She surely thought she was about to throw up.

“What the fuckkkk’..” She groaned out, stummbling some more before finally ground herself.

The green eyed male only watched her with a unimpressed expression on his face. When she finally stopped stummbling around like a drunk person, she came face to face with him. Her left hand was rubbing her temple, she scowled at him.

“What the hell did you do?!” She angrily asked, only making him snort slightly in amusement.

“Spacical jumped us to my room, in the umbrella academies resting place.” He looked at her like she was stupid.

“What the hell is wrong with y-!”

She was shut up by the male rolling his eyes and sighing before dissapering in a flash of blue light again. She scowled, crossing her arms before immeditally blinking when he was suddenly infront of her face.

Her arms fell loosely to her sides and she could feel her tan face heat up slightly. Although, she didn’t think he noticed. But he wasn’t too close, just enough where she could get a better look at his green eyes.

“Listen to me. My sister is going to come in here wondering where I am, and why I left. Just don’t say anything dumb. Matter of fact, don’t say anything at all.” He demanded in a low and serious tone of voice.

The amber eyed girl felt her eye twitch multiple times. She didn’t like to be treated like she was stupid. She was pretty sure her observation skills and knowledge was at least on par with this asshole.

She didn’t say anything though, because as soon as a familar figure stummbled into what she assume to be Five’s room, she was confused. It was a guy she reconqized- oh holy shit, fuck her, it was the guy from the pawn shop.

“Five-oh! It’s you!” He started finally getting his barings, before whipping towards the pink haired girl.

His eyes looked at it, murky. He was clearly on something, unsurprising due to the question she asked him the other day. Her own eyes flicked across his frame, she had to bite back a cringe.

“Wait, wait, you two know each other?” Five leaned forward with his hands in his pockets, a confused yet curious expression on his face.

“We met yesterday.” The girl blurted out.

“-At the pawn shop! Honestly, I didn’t expect Five to find you. Speaking of, what are the terms for this job you asked me for Fiv-!” He added on before rambling.

But before he could contuine, a faint voice calling the said teenager’s name made everyone tense up. It looked like the brown haired male panicked slightly before hissing at the drug addict;

“Hurry! Get in the closet!” He hissed, making a quick motion.

Ruth blinked, baffled as Klaus whined a little but his younger looking brother just shoved him in there. He turned to her, fixing his blazer before tilting his head.

“Five? Are you upstairs?” The same tired and sad sounding voice called.

The pink haired girl felt a pang in her chest as she heard the voice. Why? Was it because she sounded like Noel?

She tensed up as the person calling out entered the room. She had straight, but soft looking dark hair. It was up in a bun, and her features looked completly exhausted. She was wearing a big jacket ontop of a collared shirt and pants. It also seemed like she was carrying something on her back.

She sighed, eyes focused on the male.

“Oh thank god, I was worried sick about you.” She breathed out, concern in her voice.

Five simply glanced at her, looking away from the tan skinned girl and window. His hands were in his pockets as he looked over his shoulder.

“Sorry I left without saying goodbye..” He said, his voice sounding lower and softer.

The woman only frowned but her eyes shifted over to amber ones. She jolted slightly, surprised she didn’t notice her earlier. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked towards her brother in confusion.

“Oh right, This is Vanya. Vanya, meet…?” He just now relized he had basically kidnapped the girl and didn’t even get her name.

She scowled before crossing her arms on her chest.

“Ruth. Ruth Pirce.” She simply said, finishing off his sentence.

It looked like Five raised his eyebrows at the name. He also looked like he was going to say something else, but halted it. What? Was he judging her name? Like his was any better! He was litterally named after a number!

And something else was bothering her. In all of the TV and glimpses she had gotten of the umbrella academy, she had only counted six members. She never recalled there being a seventh.

The tired looking woman only flashed a smile before dropping it when she looked back at her brother.

“No, look, I’m the one that should be sorry. Yeah, I was dissmissive..and..I..I guess I didn’t know how to process what you were saying..I still can’t to be honest.” She stummbled out any apology, before frowning and fiddling with her hands.

The brown haired male only furrowed his eyebrows slightly. He seemed to want to say something, but he simply slid his hands into his pockets. He tapped his foot on the ground before making a ‘tsk’ sound as he opened his mouth.

“Well..maybe you were right to be dissmissive.” He said, walking a little closer to her.

Ruth had no fucking clue what the two were talking about. But it seemed like something important. Then again, she was never one to bluntly ask questions.

Five made a sound simaliar to a scoff before contuining.

“Maybe it wasn’t real afterall.” He huffed before shaking his head.

“It felt real, anyway. Well..like you said, the old man did always say time travel could contaminate the mind.” He said, before flashing a grin.

‘Time travel?’ The tan skinned teenager thought, furrowing her eyebrows.

She knew time travel was a real thing. Being stuck in a collapsing portal rift had tought her alot. Espically about time, even though when she finally got back, she was messy and still stuck in her sixteen year old body.

The brown haired woman only frowned, eyes looking away from him. She seemed much more shy then the girl would’ve thought.

“Well then..maybe I’m not the right person for you to be talking to. I used to see someone, a therapist. I could give you her information.” She offered, seeming geniuley concerned for her brother.

The amber eyed girl pressed her lips into a firm line and she glanced at the other teenage looking boy. His expression almost looked taken aback, maybe even a little offended. He quickly blinked before looking at the floor and at her with another sarcastic smile.

“Thanks but..I think I’m just gonna’ get some rest. It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten a good sleep.” He glanced over at his bed with a soft look before nodding at her.

She seemed to slump over slightly, clearly not happy. She only looked back at him, probably knowing he wasn’t going to do that. But she simply sighed before exiting the room.

“Okay..” She simply breathed out before leaving sight and going down the staircase.

It looked like Five turned to the pink-nette, and was about to say something but didn’t. As when he opened his mouth, the closet doors that Klaus hid behind stummbled open.

She jolted slightly as items clattered out of it. She blinked a couple times before looking at his outfit.It was a teal and orange buttoned up flare blouse and pants. She only grimnaced slightly at the color choices, not her taste.

“That’s so-!” He was cut off by taking a big breath of air as he finally stood, with his hands placed on his chest.

“-Touching! All that stuff about family, Dad and time! Wow!” He pretended to be actually moved by his brother and his sisters moment.

“Can I leave now?” The brown eyed female finally decided to speak, annoyed and looking at the teenage looking boy.

He only turned to her slightly, glancing at Klaus and then her. He turned to her fully and shoved his hands in his pockets again, and with a sarcastic smile, he said:

“Absoutetly not.”

She felt a scowl come across her face, and her body tensed up. She could feel her hands curl into fists as she looked at the male in frustration, coming a little closer.

“Why the hell not?” She hissed, clearly over this bullshit.

“Because I need you.” He simply said, before looking towards his brother.

‘More like you don’t want me to run to the godamn cops, asshole.’ She thought, feeling her eye twitch.

Klaus contuined rambling about something rather loudly, and Five was getting annoyed.

“Would you both shut up? She’ll hear you!” He hissed, glancing at mainly the dirty blonde but sparing a glance at Ruth.

“I’m moist.” Klaus whined, throwing his arms back.

“…” Five and Ruth shared a distrubed look.

The brown haired male only sighed, shaking his head slightly. He pinched the bridge of his nose before doing a quick up and down of Klaus.

“I thought I told you to put on something professional.” He gestured towards the man’s outfit.

He looked a little insulted and frowned. His frame slumped over slightly and he raised his hands as he gestured towards it himself.

“What? This is my nicest outfit!” He said, frowning.

Before the pink-nette could say anything, a hand cupped around her wrist. She glanced over at the green eyed male as he only made a unimpressed face at his brother. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a free hand before waving a hand and walking out of the room with the girl in tow.

Klaus only groaned before following him shortly after. They stopped near a smaller staircase.

“As long as I get paid.” He huffed, the teenage looking girl had a good idea of what the money was for.

“When the job is done.” The younger looking male curtly responded.

He was about to start walking down the stairs, but the drug addict raised his hands. Almost as if he was making a ‘wait a second’ motion.

“Okay, but just so were clear on the finer detailsss’, I just gotta’ go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?” He drawled out the words before asking.

The ladder’s only looked at him, Ruth more confused then the other. They were both turned around and looking at him now. Although, his right hand was still firmly around her wrist.

“Yeah, something like that.” The boy replied blandly.

The bigger concern that Ruth had, why did she have tl be along for this?! She had no idea what they were talking about or where they were even going.

“What’s our cover story?” The older male asked again as he tilted his head slightly with his hands clasped.

‘Cover story? Where the hell are we going?! The club?!’ She thought, sarcastically and concerned in her head.

Even the male holding her wrist seemed confused. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head slightly. Before raising his eyebrows and making a baffled expression.

“What? What are you talking about?” He questioned, voice breathly as he mummbled.

“I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like 16-?” Ruth made a face (because her apperance was that of a sixteen year old.)

“-..Like young..and terribly misguided?” Klaus contuined.

The brown haired male didn’t seem amused, maybe even a little baffled. He only shrugged before answering.

“Sure.” He said simply, expression unamused.

“Your mother, that slut!” He suddenly spat out, making Ruth jolt slightly and due a double take.

She saw Five snicker at the baffled look on her face. She wanted to whipe that stupid small smile off of his face.

“Whoever she was. We met attttt’..the disco!” He shook his head before throwing it back and trailing off before snapping his fingers.

The short haired girl was honestly flabbergasted. This guy obviously was fucked up. But maybe his joking and non-serious personality was because of the drugs? Well, she knew he did them due to his response at the pawn shop.

“Okay? Remeber that!” He laughed slightly before pointing his finger at the two.

He snapped his fingers again and made a distrubing motion as his hands trailed down his body. And groaned slightly.

“Oh, my god. That sex was amazinngggg..” He groaned out, swaying slightly.

Both of the other’s exchanged a distrubed look. He seemed more unimpressed then the girl. As a bead of sweat rolled down her cheek, and her tan skin was a shade paler.

He simply looked away after a moment and scoffed.

“What a distrubing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.” He insulted, before heading down the stairs, dragging Ruth next to him.

Klaus simply scampered after them and pointed a finger at him.

“Don’t make me put you in time-out!” He threatened.

The three simply exited the academy, Five and Ruth heading towards a van. Although, she felt the male looking at her a couple times.

“What?” She scowled and looked at him.

“Ruth, huh?” He rythorically said, seeming to want to say something about her name.

“What about it?” She hissed, clearly not in the mood to try and figure out what he was thinking.

“Sounds like a old ladies name.” He bluntly responded, seemingly not phased by her agression.

She felt her amber eye twitch some. Like he had anywhere to make fun of her name! He didn’t even have a proper name! Unlike his brother!

“You litterally have a number for a name, don’t talk.” She spat, furrowing her eyebrows and glaring.

He blinked, before wanting to say something. The van was close and a few more steps they would enter. But before he could say anything in defense, Klaus shoved in-between them.

“Okay, break it up children! Your father demands it!” He demanded before snickering slightly.

Ruth, only scoffed, shoving past him. She entered the back of the van as the older male took the passengers seat. The teenage looking boy also took the drivers seat. And they took off without another word.

To say that Ruth Pirce was surprised was an understatement. They had entered meritech, a place that made prostectics for disabled people. Five had dragged his brother in her in, and now they were in a doctors office.

A middle-aged man, blonde hair, blue eyes, overweight. He had a basic lab coat on and looked like a doctor. He leaned back in his chair and in his clean office.

It was almost perfectly clean, and when she looked out the clear windows, she saw her reflection. But she looked down and immeditally looked away, fear of heights was a bitch. The junkie’ was sitting slouched in a seat as the teeange looking boy had let go of her finally.

“Like I said to your son earlier, any information about the prosthectics we build is strictly confidental.” He blandly replied, looking at the trio infront of him.

The only information the girl had about any of this, is that Five was trying to get information out of the guy. Apprently he had found an eye and wanted to know who it belonged to.

Yeah, that wasn’t creepy at all.

“Without the client’s consent, I simply cannot help you.” He cockily replied, she didn’t like this doctors tone.

In fact, he seemed awfully keen to not tell them. Not like she had any invested intrest in this, but he was getting on her nerves. But she was snapped out of the nasty look she was sending him by Five slamming his hands down on the doctor’s desk and leaning towards him.

“Well, we can’t get consent if you don’t give us a name.” He hissed, clearly getting pissed off as he glared at the adult.

“Well that’s not my problem..Sorry, now there’s really nothing more I can do, so..” He seemed awfully keen on trying to make the trio leave as he raised his eyebrows.

Ruth finally had to say something, this doctor was pissing her off. She walked beside the green eyed male and scowled, body tense.

“That makes no fucking sense. Just go to the client and ask them for consent. And then come back here and tell us, asshole.” She made a tapping her head agressivly gesture.

She saw both of the brothers make a taken aback face. What? Was it not obvious she was a agressive person before? This doctor had no common sense.

The male, now wearing a black pinstripped suit and loose dress pants. He cleared his throat and made the three look at him.

“And what about my consent?” He rythorically asked, tone offended.

“Excuse me?” The male in the rolling chair behind the desk asked, confused.

“Who..gave you..permisson-..” He started, but then everyone was more confused when he started tearing up.

“To put your hands..on my son..and his adorable girlfriend?!” He sobbed, pointing to the two teenagers in uniforms.

The tan skinned female was completly flabbergasted. She knew he was suposed to be posing as Five’s dad, but girlfriend?! When was that even apart of the plan?!

The two exchanged looks, she mouthed angrily,

‘Girlfriend?!’ She mouthed but he simply looked away and with the doctor they both questioned.

“What?” They both breathelessy said, Five more confused.

“You heard me.” Klaus spat, leaning forward in his chair slightly.

“I didn’t touch your son..or his girlfriend.” The female felt her annoyance only growing every time someone adressed her as the asshole’s girlfriend.

The curly haired male only scoffed slightly and stummbled to his feet. It was clear he was on something. Secretly, she wished she had some vodka or a edible right now.

“Oh really? Then how did he get that swallowen lip then? Oh- and his poor love, how did she get that bruise on her cheek?!” He sarcastically asked.

Both of the teenagers shared another look. The doctor even glanced at them, only to see two skin clear faces looking back at him.

“He doesn’t have a swollen li-!” He was cut off by the older looking brother sending a punch towards his brother.

The girl felt her mouth drop open slightly as his head turned harshly. He grunted slightly, before looking at Klaus while touching his now busted open bottom lip.

What the hell was wrong with this family.

But before she could stare at him more, a harsh punch was throwen towards her left cheek. His rings slightly scratched her too, and she also grunted a little at the pain. Her hands flew to her throbbing and aching cheek, and she sent a nasty, veomnous look at the male who had punched her.

He only glanced at her before placing his hands on the desk and leaning towards the doctor. Who, now, by the way, seemed terrifed.

“I want it. Name, please. Now.” He breathed out sharply.

The chubby man seemed taken aback, mouth hanging open slightly. Before he pointed a finger at him and breathelessy said;

“Your crazy.”

The dirty blonde haired adult only laughed under his breath, shaking his head slightly.

“You’ve got no idea.” He assured before looking at a snowglobe on the doctors desk

It was near the edge, Ruth didn’t really get a good look at it. But from what she saw, it had a earth figure and sparkles all around and floating in it.

“‘Peace on earth-‘“ She assumed that’s something it had written on it. “That’s so sweet!”

The pink-nette’s gasp that came out of her mouth couldn’t be stopped when the adult picked up the thing. His head slammed into it and glass and water filled with sparkles went everywhere.

She also saw Five out of the corner of her eye, blink rapidly. She looked away though when he looked her way, they had enough of shared glances already.

“That’s gotta’ hurt..” She winced and cringed under her brearh as a startling amount of blood started running down Klaus’s face from his forehead.

She honestly wouldn’t even be suprised if he was concused by that. But maybe the drugs helped lessen the pain. But that theory was taken off the table as his hands clenched on it and he shut his eyes tightly, making a pain expression.

“God, that hurt!” He groaned and yelled slightly, before shaking his face and head slightly.

The male behind the desk simply stared in horror. His hand reached for the phone and he quickly dialed a number into it.

“I’m calling secur-!” He was panickly cut off by the bleeding blonde as he snatched the phone out of his grip.

“What are you doing?!” He panickly asked Klaus, who seemed to be catching his breath.

The blonde simply gasped for air before speaking into the phone. He was still leaning over the male’s white desk.

“There’s..been an assault in Mr. Bigs office! And we need security , now! SCHNELL!!” He breathlessy said into the phone before yelling that last part and lazily slamming the phone into the reciver.

The girl in the red uniform simply flicked her eyes across the room. But she was taken aback when she saw a smirk whine itself onto Five’s face. What the hell was going on?!

“Now, here’s what’s gonna’ happen Grant..” He adressed the ladder by the wrong name.

“It’s..Lance..” He hesitantely corrected the addict, but he simply waved him off.

“In about 60 seconds, two security guards are going to burst through that door. And then they’re gonna’ see a whole alot of blood on the floor, and they’re gonna’ wonder, ‘what the hell happened?’” He gave a basic rundown of what was about to happen.

A light bulb went off in the girl’s head. They were setting him up, blackmailing him, forcing his hand. Whatever, it was all the same thing.

“And we’re gonna’ tell them-..” He cut himself off by sniffling and using a heartbroken tone.

“That you..beat the shit out of us..” He raised his hands before stummbling away from the desk with a smile.

The green eyed teenagers smile only grew. He gazed at his brother, expression something Ruth couldn’t read.

“Your gonna’ do great in prison Grant. Trust me, I’ve been there!” He reassured, with a sigh and smile.

Ruth wasn’t surprised he had been in jail before. But she was curious how long he was in there for.

“A little piece of chicken like you..oh my god, your gonna’ get passed around like a..-” He cut himself off as he started doing a spin motion with his hips.

All of the other three only shared a look. Why was the brown haired boy still smirking?! His brother was litterally bleeding and acting like a physco’! This wasn’t that amusing!

She made another face but looked back at the grey eyed male as he sighed again. He stopped doing to vulgar motion and slumped slightly.

“Your just..Your gonna’ do great, that’s all I’m saying..” He tried to reassure, even though she knew that was FAR from what he was saying.

“Jesus, your a real sick bastard.” Lance or ‘Grant’ spit out with a horrifed facial expression, paling slightly.

The drug addict simply looked proud. He turned his head slightly and the pink-nette made a face when he spit out some glass.

“Thank you.” The shard of glass clinkened on the ground.

The brownish eyed teenager pressed her lips into a firm line when Five shot a proud smirk in her direction.

God, what had she gotten into?

Now the trio was in another main office area. Lance dug threw files before furrowing his eyebrows at something. Five had given him the number that was on the back of the eye, but the doctor seemed confused.

Klaus was sitting on the desk, along with Ruth which she objected to at first, but he simply smiled and patted an area next to him. The green eyed teenager was the only one standing there.

“Oh..that’s strange..” He said in confusion while glancing up at the three.

“What?” Five demanded, clearly getting impaiteint.

“Uh, the eye. It hasn’t been purchased by a client yet.” He explained, looking back down at the file.

‘So this was just a big waste of time?’ The girl in the red uniform closed her eyes and irked.

Klaus jumped down from where he was and circled back to where the doctor was. He tensed up as Klaus circled him before taking his right and placing his hands down as he leaned closer.

“What? What do you mean?” He breathed out, trying to look at the file.

The doctor quickly glanced at the taller male, fear in his eyes. As blood and sparkles were still dripping from his forehead.

“Well, uh, our logs say that eye with the serial number..” He trailed off as he furrowed his eyebrows even further.

“This can’t be right, it hasn’t even been manufactered yet..” He said in confusion before looking up at the trio, mainly Ruth and the other.

“Where did you get that eye?” He asked, mainly asking the boy who was standing next to Ruth.

He only scoffed before angrily walking off. Both the short haired girl and the male in the pinstripped suit gave each other a look. They decided to follow after him.

The two eventually caught up as the brown haired male stormed out of the entrance to Meritech. Klaus walked up to him, a little quicker then the girl.

“Well, this is not good.” He said through gritted teeth.

The curly haired adult only spared a glance at the girl before back at him. A smile crept onto his face as he grabbed her. She made a sound of surprise and blinked before looking at the male.

“I was pretty good though, right? Yeah, what about my consent, bitch?” He laughed airly after exagerating his voice on that last part.

The boy in the uniform only scoffed. He stopped walking down the stairs and turned towards his brother. His eyes were narrowed and he shook his head slightly before speaking.

“Klaus, it doesn’t matter.” He shot down, making the female look away.

“What? Why? What’s the big deal with eye, anyway?” He looked surprised before actually asking.

The pink-nette silently praised the lord as her question had been asked. She had refrianed from asking it, and almost cried in relief. If she had stayed silent any longer, she felt like she would’ve lost it.

She looked at Five and looked alert. Almost like she was keen to see why he was so pissed about this.

“There is someone out there who is going to lose an eye in the next seven days.” He explained, hands in his pockets as he came a little closer.

She only furrowed her eyebrows with this. Why was the time so important? She obviously knew alot about time with her abilities? To which none of the brothers knew about. But still, why did this week matter so much?

But his next words made her heart stop.

“They’re gonna’ bring about the end of life on this earth as we know it.” He explained further, squinting at his brother.

End of the earth? Ruth felt a lump form in her throat. Clearly he was serious- wait, maybe he was just lying? Who would lie about something like that though?! He defentily didn’t have the type of vibe to be like his brother and joke about that!

Or maybe he was insane to?! She ment, it was certianely possible- oh god, she had to get out of here! Ruth didn’t even relize she had been zoning out and making faces. The growing paranoia and sickness in her stomach was only snapped out of it when one of them talked again.

“Yeah, can I get that twenty bucks like, now, or?” The tall scrawny male completly brushed off his younger looking brothers concern as he waved his arms around.

If the short haired girl tried to make a break for it now, would they stop her? They hadn’t really spoken much to her, but then again, the green eyed male could teleport.

“Your twenty bucks?” The ladder echoed back, making a face of disblief and almost mocking him as he scoffed.

“Yeah, my twenty bucks.” The former confrimed, nodding his head.

The girl in the red uniform did recall something about money. God, she wished she could just turn off her racing brain. She just wanted some answers for once. But hell- it wasn’t her fanily.

“The apocolypse is coming. And all you can think about is getting high?” Five questioned, only making Ruth more sick to her stomach.

Apocolypse? Is that why he was so worried about a date? But how would he know?? God-she hoped he knew that he looked absoutetly nuts right now.

She ment, imagine a teeanger walking up to grown adults and raving about an eye and a apocolypse! He would get locked up! Why was he even a teenager anyway when his brother looked to be in his thirties?!

Ruth’s oncoming migraine throbbed in warninng for her to calm down.

“Well I’m also quite hungry, tummy’s a-rumblin’!” He put his fingers near his stomach and wiggled them towards his brother as he made grumbling noises.

The tan skinned girl made a distrubed facial expression. She moved away from Klaus and towards Five slightly. He seemed to notice the movement, and spared a quick glance at her before back to his brother.

The said brother had a slight look on disblief on his face. He looked stunned before suddenly looking pissed.

“Your useless..” He said quietly, scrunching up his face at his taller brother.

“Your all useless!!” He snapped, louder and sparing a glance at the girl and the older looking male before scoffing and walking down the stairs again.

‘Oh no he did not.’ The female was stunned for second before feeling a shot of rage overcome her at his angered words.

He huffed and sat down at a step. The girl quickly walked up to him, a step lower then him. She moved infront of him as he sat and scowled.

“You-listen to me asshole! I don’t even know why you forced me to come with you, but I’m not fucking useless. Maybe that’s how you get your rocks off by pretending your better then everyone else, but your not. Your just a fucking physcopath.” She snapped, grabbing his collar slightly.

A pause of silence greeted the pair as he looked at her. She could just strangle him here if she really wanted to. He was pissing her off. Her eyes were narrowed and her eyebrows were furrowed.

“Woah, woah woah!” The drug addict quickly pulled her off of him and stepped infront of her.

Five was shocked, for lack of a better word. He never expected her to just lose it at that. She seemed pissed at him, he could still feel her scowling and glaring angirly at him .

“She’s right though..you do need to lighten up, old man!” He said before laughing and taking a seat next to his brother.

The short haired girl only scoffed, shaking her head slightly. But suddenly, the male in black clothing snapped his fingers and pointed at his brother.

“Hey, you know, I’ve just relized why your so uptight!” He pointed out, a small laugh coming out of his mouth.

Five only turned his head slightly, looking at his brother out of the corner of his eye.

“You must be horny as hell!” He vuglery said, making Ruth cough.

She turned around slightly as she started choking on a piece of hair. What the hell?! This guy didn’t have any filter! It was kind of funny, but she was still pissed.

“All those years by yourself..it’s gotta’ screw with your head being alone.” Klaus unhelpfullingly added on as he gazed at his brother.

Years by himself? The girl was trying to place everything together. She still didn’t understand why Five looked like he was in his sixteen’s.

The short haired brown haired male only scoffed and shook his head. His long hands were folded as his knees were up.

“Well..I wasn’t alone..” He corrected, voice soft.

Klaus looked surprised by this as he made a shocked expression. He raised his eyebrows before smiling slightly and leaning towards his brother. The teenage looking girl didn’t know what to make of the situation.

“Oh? Prey tell!” He egged on, seeming curious.

“Her name was Delores, we were together for over thirty years.” His voice was soft like he was speaking about a real girl.

That just made less sense to the short haired girl though. How could he be with a girl for thirty years? He didn’t look like he was in his fourties or thirties!

“Thirty years? Oh wow!” His older looking brother seemed geniuley impressed by this information.

“God, the longest I’ve been with someone was..I don’t know, three weeks?” He contuined, but didn’t seem sure of his answer.

Ruth cringed slightly, they weren’t even talking to her. Could she just leave? She really wanted to, the conversation was akward.

“And that’s only because I was so tired and looking for a place to sleep.” He added on, before sighing and looking away.

Was he broke or homeless? She meant, sure, he looked a little dishelved. But he didn’t look like he was completly suffering or struggling.

“He did make the most fantastic osso busco though..” The sound of a faint ‘whoosh’ made Ruth snap her head towards the street.

The drug addict looked back to his side, only to see his brother had dissapered. He gasped and stummbled to his feet, rushing down the stairs.

A taxi car drived past the building, and in the back seat with the window down, the boy made a teasing face at the duo.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What about my money?!” He waved down his brother and shouted, but the car only kept going.

The girl in the red uniform felt a sense of relief that he was gone. Now she could just go back to the academy. Or she could try and get answers from..

Her head slowly turned to look at the curly haired male. His frame was slumped over slightly as he saw his brother just ditched him.

She walked down the stairs and next to him.

“Wanna’ get lunch?” She offered, making the older blink and look at her.

Before a bright smile formed on his face. He clapped his hands together and nodded.

“Oh, you’ angel! Of course I would!” He cooed before smiling happily.

Only if he knew what her real motives were.

The pair was now at chinese resturant. Klaus was absoutetly devouring his noodles and rice. The amber eyed girl watched him with careful eyes as she took a swig of her tea.

“Aren’t you gonna’ eat anything?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at the girl.

She only placed her tea cup down and shrug her shoulders.

“I’m not hungry.” She simply said before holding her hands together infront of her mouth.

“So..do you know why your brother was looking for the owner of that eye?” She asked, flicking her eyes slowly across his face.

He only grunted before swallowing his food. He waved around his chopsticks as he looked at the girl.

“Not really! But he has been going on about something, the apocolypse? I just think he’s crazy.” He said before pondering and shrugging.

“Do you think he’s telling the truth? About the apocolypse- I mean.” She titled her head and asked.

Klaus only shrugged again, picking at some of his rice.

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone thought the apocolypse was coming. Rehab centers have all sorts of..intresting people.”

Ruth only hummed in response and looked away. It was still around lunch time. This place wasn’t the busitest but it still had other people besides the two.

“So..why does Five still look like a teenager? I mean, the rest of you look around late twenties or early thirties.” She decided to ask a question that had been bugging her.

The ladder only nodded his head and snapped his fingers.

“Well- dear old Five dissapered around sixteen years ago. The rest of us grew up without him and then, yesterday- he came back! For our dear old daddies’ funeral! There was a giant blue vortex thingy’-something you would see from like..back to the future or something?” He explained before trying to help her understand.

Dissapearing? It was a little confusing. He had only came back yesterday? Taking a little vacation for sixteen years was nothing to laugh at.

“Anyway, he said something like- he was fifty eight? At least in his mental age he said. It was all really confusing.” He waves around the rest of his chopsticks before finishing his food.

The pink haired girl pondered over this, looking away. A blue vortex? He was fifty eight mentally? It was extremely confusing, but who was she to say?

Was he simaliar to her? Ruth knew he couldn’t create portals like she could. But time jumping could be tricky. She didn’t know his limit, but she was sure he had to do something dangerous.

A waiter with a check made her pay and she paid quickly. She finally looked back towards the older male and furrowed her eyebrows as he was looking at her.

“So..why are you so curious about dear old Fivey’ anyway? You have a crush on him or something?” He asked, smile on his face.

Ruth only tensed up and felt her face heat up slightly. Her amber eyes were wide for a second as embrassment creeped over her. She cleared her throat before scowling and shaking her head.

“Don’t be ridicilous! He’s an asshole, and I only met him today!” She degraded but denied his thought.

Klaus only laughed slightly before sighing and cleaning back on his side of the booth. He looked relaxed and looked at her with a grin.

“That’s a shame. I think you two would be cute!” He sighed before tilting his head slightly.

She only deadpanned before standing up. The male only groaned slightly as he stood up. The duo walked as she had already paid. He stopped outside of the resturant and smiled down at her.

“Thanks for the food, Ruth. Keep hanging around Five and I might repay you a favor sometime!” He only laughed slightly.

He smiled and ruffled her hair slightly. She heard him laugh again but when she looked around, he was no where to be seen.

The red uniformed girl finally got back to her orginal academy. The Glided academy, when she entered it was sunset. She had done some wandering around the city before deciding to head back.

She wasn’t sure if she should bring up what happened today with her siblings. Surely they would think she was crazy.

“Oh, welcome back!” A familar energetic voice greeted.

She looked and saw Astro standing aganist the doorway of one of the spiltting hallways. She was wearing a grey sweatshirt that had a white tank top underneath. It was rather big on her, and she also had on shorts.

“I can’t believe everyone’s still here..” The teenage looking girl said.

The tall girl only nodded and leaned off of the wall. She walked towards her with her arms crossed and looked around.

“Yeah well, some of us don’t really have anywhere else to be.” Her voice was rather somber as she mummbled that before snapping out of it.

“Speaking of you, are you ever gonna’ stay home long enough for us to have dinner with you? Honestly, we already had dinner today and yesterday! And it was italian!” Astro snapped their fingers before sarcastically asking.

The shorter only scoffed before shaking her head.

“I don’t know, I’m a busy person.” She huffed and looked away.

The other wasn’t impressed, to say the very least.

“Oh- I know you usually are the first to wake up. So could you make sure no one leaves tommorow? I have something I want to talk to you guys about.” Before the long haired person could say anything, she contuined.

They blinked with big yellowish eyes before nodding their head.

“Sure, I can do that. But is it important? Like-how important-?” She simply said with a grin before furrowing her eyebrows.

Ruth cut her off with a throw of her hands in the air. She groaned lowly before looking at her.

“It’s just important, okay?! Make sure no one leaves!” snapped, glaring at Astro slightly before demanding.

The other only turned their head slightly when she pushed past them. She walked up the main stairs and heade towards her room.

The tan skinned female groaned when she entered her room and closed the door behind her. She shrugged off her blazer and piece by piece she took her old uniform off completly. She only found a basic white shirt and shorts to sleep in her closet, seeing as it was mainy uniforms.

They didn’t really make any clothes that were appealing for her age. Or at least physical age and size. And she couldn’t go walking around in professional clothes when she looked sixteen, could she?

After she had brushed her teeth, taken a shot of vodka and a shower, she crawled into bed. The shot of vodka didn’t do much by haze her mind over slightly. She knew she could be classifed as an acholic, but she didn’t really care.

She laid on her side and felt her mouth go dry, but she didn’t feel like getting out of bed. She looked at the red ring on her night stand, it glittering when the moonlight hit the red gem. Her amber eyes practically glew in the dark too.

She only pressed her face further aganist the pillow, expression bittering. She frowned nastly before turning around on her opposite side and closing her eyes, falling asleep.

When she closed her eyes, she dreamed about Celeste.

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

Hey, loves! SuntoryAngel here! Just a single one shot idea I’ve been bouncing around for a while and thought why not share it. I don’t own rights to Fairy Tail!

In Fairy Tail episode 20 “Natsu and the Dragon Egg!”, there was a moment where Natsu and Happy have a fight over fish then he proceeds to snap at Lucy for an off handed comment she made after the blue Exceed storms off, one that made him remember Lisanna. His response was curt, harsh, and I always wondered if he ever apologized to her for it. I know it was created by secondary writers who were given an opportunity but it still lingers within my mind.

This will take place after Tartarus, where he and Lucy have become closer than ever.

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Fairy Tail One-Shot

“Just Shut Your Mouth For Once”

Down the busy streets of Magnolia walked a young man with wild hair. To most he would seem odd by his bizarre style, being as it was such a different hue than those they were used to, The emblem upon his visible shoulder was more than enough to distinguish who, or exactly what, he was: a wizard from the local Fairy Tail guild. A few locals who had remained after the town’s several close calls with destruction greeted him by name in passing, some even asking if he was on his way to a certain establishment that specifically served fire wizards like himself, but his onyx eyes were locked upon the distance. He came to a stop halfway across one of the arch bridges and raised the eyebrows of several nearby onlookers when his head bent suddenly to meet the cold stone beneath their feet. “Oh, man, how am I ever supposed to be able to make up for that?!” The head that had caused a mild crater to appear in the supposed immobile rock lifted as a hand patted his shoulder, his gaze finding honey hued eyes that instantly made his heart pound and lips lift into a grin as he stood at attention. “L-L-Lucy! Hey!”

“Hey yourself.” The blonde woman was dressed within a fitted button up v-neck shirt the color of daisies, navy pleated skirt with constellation patterns, familiar brown leather pouch on her belt, long golden hair gathered into a side ponytail, another familiar insignia upon the back of her hand that was similar in color to his hair. Lucy Heartfilia, infamous Celestial Wizard of Fairy Tail, and proud owner of several keys that connected her to several spirits whom she loved dearly. One of her slender blonde brows rose in question but she decided not to voice it as her teammate and closest partner chuckled nervously. “Whatcha you doin’ on this side of town, Natsu? Happy hanging out with Wendy and Charla, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah, said something about going fishing or flying or something.” His hands crossed behind his head as he began walking, his original destination that had been her residence still set within his autopilot navigation. She fell into step beside him, a few bags hanging on her arms that bore logos from some of her favorite shops. One in particular, a sapphire star with wings on both sides, wafted scents that caused several heads to turn in their direction if it weren’t for the beauty of she who was beside him. They, however, returned to their tasks or errands when he shot each a warning glare before turning his attention back to the blonde. “Whatcha get, Luce? One smells like food.”

She instantly clutched the bag in question to her shapely chest. “Oh, no you don’t! These are mine so go get your own, Dragon Boy!”

“Aw, c’mon, just one bite!” He teased, slinging an arm around her shoulders as if to snatch the bag from her and grinned as she wrestled free.

A connection was made within her mind as her vacant apartment came into view and she came to a halt, cracking heard as her head slowly turned to fix him with a narrowed stare. “Wait a minute… You were on your way to break into my house again, weren’t you?!”

His lips parted then lifted into a telltale grin. “Guilty!”

“I just went shopping and we literally just got back from a tough job late last night, Natsu, I’m really not feeling up for company.”

Concern filled him as she raised a hand to rub her temples, the shadows he’d noticed beneath her usually sparkling eyes darker than he’d seen in a while and the lackluster of her hair shown that she hadn’t even taken a bath yet. He of all people knew just how much she loved taking baths, no matter what the hour, so the fact that she hadn’t jumped in the tub the second she arrived home was cause for the initial reason of his visit to come back full force like a train. His fingers took a gentle hold on her wrist while the other relieved her arms of the bags, taking care to not crunch or squish their contents when she protested, and easily lifted her over his other shoulder like a sack of potatoes while not missing a stride. “Upside daisy,” he chuckled at his own irony as she pounded his back with fists and screams for him to put her down. “Cam down, it’s not like I’m kidnapping you or nothin’.”

“I said put me down! Everybody’s looking at us! Are you even listening to me, Natsu Dragneel?!”

“If you’re so worried about people staring then-” The oxygen in his lung suddenly turned to ice as he nearly missed a step when entering the multiplex. A shadow fell over his eyes as he entered her apartment, not saying another word as he placed her upon her feet outside her bathroom once the bags had been dropped off at the center table. His hands fell on her shoulders so as to turn her towards the closet that was to the left while he himself continued onward to the tiled room where the tub would be found.

The silence of her comrade was disturbing as she watched him turn on the tap until it was three quarters full then ceased the water’s flow with a twist of his wrist. Her brows furrowed with worry as he heated the water with his own flamed until fine mist had filled the air. She blinked when he turned around, eyes clenched shut, and shrieked shrilly when his hands deftly unbuttoned her blouse. “What the heck are you doing?!” It fell to the floor despite her efforts to keep it on her being, the warm air surrounding them causing her tired muscles to relax against her will and quickly covered her bare chest as he unclipped the belt around her waist to carefully place the pouch that housed her keys upon the counter. “Natsu?”

“Water heated by dragon fire has additional properties,” he said simply as if answering her question as he walked past her then drew the curtain that was the separator. “Muscle tension, insomnia, all that shtick.”

“Did you seriously partially strip me just for me to take a bath?” Honey hued eyes drifted over to the waiting tub. Waste not what not, right?

The breath he wasn’t conscious of holding slipped between his lips when the sounds of her slipping into the water reached him, crossing his legs as he sat on the floor to lean against the bed frame. Arms crossed over his chest, onyx remained locked upon the curtain despite the passage of time as the shadows lengthened across the room until it gave a telltale flutter. Lights came to life with a flick of his finger as did the fireplace. His stomach was twisting itself into knots but not for hunger as the dragon slayer moved about the apartment. There were scents of sadness, lingering anxiety, and the faint smell of ink on paper with lukewarm sealing wax was enough for him to gather enough of an idea of how her night had been spent: she’d written her worries out in another letter to her parents. The box where he knew her numerous letters were stored stared down at him like an enemy that he could never defeat fully no matter how hard he tried.

Dressed in a comfortable pair of relaxed fit tee and shorts, Lucy stepped out from behind the curtain and tilted her head when she spotted him glaring daggers at her letter’s box. “Um, earth to Natsu,” she called, walking to stand beside him and playfully pinching his cheek with a smirk. “Whatever planet you’re on, come back.” She blinked as instead of him retaliating with a jab or returning the pinch he simply blinked and met her gaze, the heart in her chest thumping a little heavier as his dark onyx eyes bore into her own. Worry formed a lump in her throat as his skin slipped from between her fingers as he turned towards her so they were facing each other. He was easy to read but right now she had no idea what he was thinking as he walked past her to sit across from the fireplace. Fire wizards in general were attracted to their element but he was a dragon slayer; he couldn’t consume his own fire so the fact that he was sitting so close to the crimson and golden flames was a sure sign that something was weighing heavily on his mind. With a sigh, she settled beside him on the left side, her gaze upon the flickering flames that filled her apartment with warmth that held off the chill of the night outside. “Okay, spill it, what’s going on with you today? You’re acting weirder than normal and your normal is pretty weird.”

Silence.

“We’re teammates and partners, right? I’m here if you need to get something off your chest.”

More silence.

To say she was concerned for him was an understatement. Her hands rose, cupping his face between them, and gently turned his head until their gazes met. The shadows caused by the flickering flames made his features seem to be chiseled out of stone into an expression she’d never thought possible as his Adam’s apple bobbed: hesitation.

His head fell forward to rest upon her shoulder, earning a catch of her breath. Relief filled him when he saw the fatigue and stress were hanging less upon her gaze, even the shadows beneath her eyes were lighter. Wendy had discovered that his dragon fire, which possessed vast abilities and magical energy, was great for common remedies or soothing day-to-day physical problems. He made the mental note to pay extra close attention in the future of the subtle hints the blonde was known to unconsciously showcase despite her assurances that she was fine. Just as she always helped him during their travels by soothing his motion sickness with scalp massages this would be a way he could repay the Celestial Wizard for everything she did not just for the team or guild but for him.

The only time she recalled of him doing such an action was after their encounter with the Dragon’s Cry Staff. “Natsu,” the whisper of his name was so soft that it could rival silk as her hands rose to pet his pastel hued locks, “please talk to me.”

Heart in his throat and lungs burning, he took a deep inhale through his nose in hopes to steady his racing blood but found his senses filling with her natural scent of starflower and moon dew that made his gut twist more. “That day at the pond…”

“Which one? There are several.”

“…when Happy and I had a fight…”

“Again, which time? You guys have several a day.”

“It came out before I even realized it…” The flesh of his bottom lip snagged on his sharp eye teeth as he inhaled. “…I said something that I shouldn’t have…to you….”

Memory rushed past her like a movie reel until that particular one came to a screeching halt in the forefront of her mind. “Oh, that one.” She sighed, slowing her fingers ever so slightly. “What about it?” Honey hued eyes widened as he remained silent. That day happened so long ago that she was honestly surprised that he was bringing it up now of all times. Was this what he was worrying about and making him act so strange? “Natsu, that was forever ago. Why are you bringing that up now?”

He just wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground as the underlying hint of dejection in her voice grated against his ears. “Lucy,” Natsu raised his head so that their gazes could meet, her hands falling to rest upon his shoulders as his hands grasped her waist, lifting and placing her within his lap as if she weighed nothing more than a regular doll, and wrapped his arms around her shapely waist to keep her close as their foreheads met. “I want to hear everything you have to say.” Intense sincerity such as his was causing her fair cheeks to become tinted with pink as he continued. “What I said to you that day can never be taken back or made up for but please believe me when I say that I never want you to not speak your mind. Whatever it is you’re thinking, big or small, I want to be the one you tell it to.” One of his hands rose to cup her cheek, his tanned fingers gently stroking along her jawline with feather-like strokes. “Everything that comes out of your mouth should be heard and I won’t let anything or anyone take that away from you ever again.”

The heat in her cheeks grew tenfold as he tilted her head downwards so that his lips met the same place that hie forehead had been. Her legs that were on either side of him suddenly tightened, causing their torsos to be flush against one another as he embraced her tightly. A hand rose back up to his hair, lithe fingers combing through his tresses that could rival the color within her cheeks, as she relaxed within his hold. “I knew you didn’t mean it back then,” she whispered, fondly nuzzling his temple as the sandalwood and warm amber wrapped around her like a blanket, “but I appreciate the apology.”

“Forgive me?” He felt literal fireworks explode within his veins as she pulled back until her lips pecked against the corner of his mouth, the smile she gave him making the fire behind her and the stars outside the window seem dull. All tightness within his chest, even the beating of his heart that had made him think it would burst forth from his rib cage, subsided as she snuggled into his warmth. Shimmying backwards until his back met the bed frame earned a giggle fest from the blonde and he settled into a comfortable position as she made no indication that she wanted him to let her go. Her hand though did lash out as his did, both taking hold of the bag of confectionary delights that bore the sapphire star with wings as its logo.

She smiled, deftly opening one of the sea foam colored boxes so that cinnamon entered the air. The chocolate square was neat with a flakes of dried pepper sprinkled like a topping. “As if I’d go and not get you anything.” Lucy leaned back slightly while offering it to him. “Presenting the new Hot Cocoa Bon Bons, complimentary of a fire and wizard that you know.”

It disappeared between his lips that gently took the brown square from between her fingers and earned a wide grin. “Whoohoo! I thought that hot chocolate you got that one time from them was good but this takes the cake!” He eagerly opened his mouth once more, eyes glittering with anticipation as she reached for another. With his battle honed speed his own hand opened one of the other boxes, plucked a brown square that smelled of a decadent rich fudge and slipped it between her lips to earn a soft squeak of surprise as she placed another between his own.

[charmixpower]

🐉 Bloomy hairstyles explained 🐉

Ok so Bloom's whole style comes off as girl next door or very childish to me. Her s1 civilian being the best of her girl next door vibes, with her s3 Eraylon dress being the biggest example of the childish ones. I really like that when she dresses up her style veers childish, ad this as it provides some really interesting perspective of how she views her new life, as essentially living out her childhood dreams, and I wanted to keep true to that when doing her hair styles. There is only one distinctly elegant hairstyle because I absolutely love the look of it, and someone definitely convinced her not to do anything weird with their hair for once event.

On to my thoughts for each drawing

Classic Bloom: I didn't wanna just draw Bloom with her hair down, because it felt kinda lame. Especially bc then I'd have to aqueous to everyone just having their hair down which is no fun. Tecna can't put her hair up, Musa never wears her hair down so it's kinda an event I need to include, and I can't make excuses to myself for not including Stella with her hair down. So I was determined to keep everyone else as interesting as possible so I didn't get bored lol, but now I'm kinda in love with it?? Not only is it a convenient excuse to never draw whatever was wrong with her hair in s1, but it also kinda fits the bullied girl trying not to attract attention vibe that I want early seasons Bloom to have. It's growing on me quickly. Bonus preview of the s1 Bloom outfit redesign, none of these people wear jackets and as someone who constantly wears hoodies and jackets I'm fixing that

Alfea Bloom: Ok so this is how I imagine Stella would try to style hair hair at least once, because Bloom is kinda a fashion disaster and Stella must help her lol, and Bloom growing attached to it because it looks really cute on her. At this point she isn't trying to bury herself in the sand anymore to avoid being annoyed more for being the weird fairy girl. I think it's a cute feminine and fun change to her base hairstyle that isnt just fucking with her bangs in increasingly annoying ways, or putting her hair up in something more intense and just not Bloom's style. I'm looking at you 24/7 high ponytail Bloom. Save that shit for when she's out doing stuff. You can't convince me she'd wear that as her usual hairstyle. I think this is peek girl next door Bloom hair. Down hair, but make it cuter

Back to school: I gave her little low pigtails!! They're so cute!!! Imma be real with you the way they styled her bangs with the headband on gave me more of Bloom's childish style, which makes sense because she did it for an event. So I wanted to lean in a little bit on that without making her look silly in any way, and I settled on low pigtails for the day. I think they look adorable and work with the outfit without looking overly kiddish like the outfit with the headband looked at first but without like ditching the enegry entirely. Also those are probably my favorite Bloom earrings I've drawn her in. I can and can't imagine her wearing them daily, but they're super cute

Adventure: High ponytail Bloom where she belongs. Specifically outside hiking and shit. Anyways this outfit is a mix of the school explorer outfits and my most beloved s4 camping outfits. I think she looks super cute but there isn't much to talk about except for the fact I was kinda mad I couldn't include the red form the s4 outfit

Cozy Bloom: low pigtail braids, based off her s3 pajamas. She looks cute, she looks cozy, and Flora absolutely put those braids in for her. Btw that's supposed to be a cropped hoodie, you just can't tell because she's also cropped XD. Also I didn't wanna keep Bloom out of different shades of blue but she definitely looks better in cyan

Gardening Bloom: This is just the s4 painting outfit, but more realistic than wearing white to get dirty. Seriously what?? Anyways I'm imagining her helping her mother with her flower job, or helping Flora deal with her plants in this outfit. Braided bc oh my god are you not worried about getting paint in your hair? Which technically doesn't apply anymore, but Flora's plants have grabby hands, it's better this way

Eraklyon Bloom: Ah the empire flower dress. You are one of the ugliest outfits from early Winx, and I love you so dearly. You are such a interesting way to get some character insight, and I just appreciate that Bloom is a weird girl down to her bones. Anyways I didn't touch her hair all that much aside from not making it obnoxiously long, giving her a hair clip instead of a headband, and giving her a hair tie without flowers. Seriously how fucking long is her hair supposed to BE in the original??? I'm pretty sure mine is a little unrealistically long compared to how hair works, but it's much better than the show. I really didn't understand how her bun worked, so I moved it to lower down on her hair. Also I thought the headband was bit much but idk if I regret changing that one or not. I just added the hairclip bc I thought it was cuter but hmmmm

Gala attendee: This whole outfit doesn't really feel Bloomy to me but it does feel like something she'd make an appearance in, so I'm chalking that up to her not dressing herself but having some creative control over her outfit. I actually wanted to make it the same shade of Bloom from the picture above but they were so close together that it looked weird, and purple didn't look right so I settled on red. Having her hair up and away from her outfit definitely made things nicer

Princess Bloom: ah yes the flower princess outfit. Would any of the other Winx wear those monstrosities? Maybe Flora on a really bad fashion day. Would Bloom wear it? YES! DID YOU SEE HER ERAKLYON OUTFIT???? SHE'S A DISASTER!!! I didn't include the flowers themselves because the placement and design were too ugly even for me, who loves it when Winx gets tacky and ugly in a fun way, but I did keep the awful hair because I think she'd like it. It's sooo horrible and you can't convince me she wouldn't willingly put herself in this outfit, you can't

[starry-skies-116]

Times I should've realized I was trans af-🏳️‍⚧️⚧🏳️‍⚧️

Back in 3rd grade, when my hair grew long enough, I’d tie it up into a ponytail, drape the hair over my head to make it look like a masc haircut, clip it so that it would stay in place, and then place a beanie over it to cover the clips. I’d always be in the school restrooms, pretending to be a man. One time I even walked into the boys restroom during recess- that moment for me was the most euphoric moment in my entire year of third grade.

One time, I wanted to a little social experiment at 13- this was before I got my first period. I went out masquerading as a boy with my Mum, and the shopowner called me ‘handsome’ and praised my mom for ‘raising such a good son’. I felt so happy until my Mum corrected the shopowner that I was a ‘girl’. Thanks, Mum. /sarc

I LOVED pixie and boycuts, but my mom forbade me from getting one (hence me doing the shit I did in number one).

When I learned the term ‘transgender’, I thought that it couldn’t possibly me me due to the stereotypes that have been implanted forcibly inside my head about gender roles. Then, as I watched more and more trans youtubers and videos and learned more and more, I realized “Hey, this shit actually fits me”. Sometimes I didn't feel any gender at all (agender moment-)

One time, I accidentally walked in on a guy peeing in first grade because his dumbass forgot to lock the door. I got chewed out by my disgusting and toxic first grade teacher way more than I should have, but it was in that moment that I realized “Damn. I wish I was born a guy.”

My original favorite colors were purple, blue, yellow, black and white. I was just brainwashed into being forced to like pink by my family because “OH YOU’RE A GIRL YOU HAVE TO LIKE PINK.” I was so uncomfortable with that statement, and aggressively tried to follow it to please my family until my friend said “There’s no such thing as boy or girl things, you do you.” So thank you, friend from elementary school, I owe you everything. 😀

Over Christmas, I’d always watch my cis friends get what they want as gifts. I’d ask for legos and dolls, they’d give me the ‘feminine’ version. I’d ask for new shoes, they’d give me those god-awful neon pink and purple ones. I’d want transformers action figures, they’d give me Monster High dolls. Not that I don’t like Monster High, but still. TF my mates.

I’d always want to attend the parties and community gatherings of the men in our community, and my Dad would jokingly say he’d bring me along if I was a man. My heart would never fail to NOT sink at such a statement.

MULAN.

Doesn’t matter if you think of Mulan as transmasc, transfem, nonbinary, cisgender or literally anything else. Every trans child watching this literally went *vine boom*. INCLUDING ME. YOU CAN’T DENY THAT, BUDDY.

Whenever my Mum would joke about me getting married to a man and having children, I would feel incredibly uncomfortable and ask to change the topic. Of course, they obliged, but the sour taste wouldn’t leave for at least an entire week- and that’s rich coming from me, because my ADHD ass usually forget things very quickly (could also be an intersex moment- I have a weird-ass relationship with ‘biological sex’).

When I got my first period at 13 years old, it was very light, just barely noticeable bleeding. It didn’t make me feel all too dysphoric, and I thought to myself: “Y’know, maybe having a period isn’t so bad.” That is, until my parents threw a Voni ceremony, a ceremony celebrating when an AFAB has her first menustration and she’s deemed physically and spiritually a young woman. It was SO awful, dolled up in makeup and jewelry and dressed up in all the saris they forced me to wear. I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror, but it would’ve broken my heart to shatter the happy expressions of my grandparents. Why couldn’t I have just been their grandson and not their granddaughter…? Actually, y’know what, screw it- even if I was born a guy, I probably still would’ve been trans. (enby moment-)

I was actually happy when me and my mother learned from my doctor that I had PCOS and was thereby intersex at 14. There was an explanation for my hair growth! I liked my body and facial hair- but then came when my mother subjected me to torturous monthly waxing appointments, diets, and forced birth control pills. They even told me I had a ‘high testosterone content’, discussing estrogen treatment, and referred to me as a ‘young lady’ throughout it all. It took all my effort to not cry on the way home.

One time, all my loose shirts were in the washer, so I had to wear a tight shirt. Not only was my autistic ass screaming at how tight and uncomfortable the fabric was, but at how it showed my chest. People were staring- they never commented, but I could already imagine their thoughts. I never wanted to perish more than in that very moment.

The only things I like about my current body are my hips and thighs. Oh, and my thick-ass sideburns, facial and bodily hair, and eyebrows.

I really want to be broad like an AMAB, have a deeper voice like a guy. I’d occasionally ask my parents ‘well what if I was a boy’ or say shit like ‘I wish I was a boy’. I still do.

[toychest321]

Alright toy lovers, I finally went out to Dollar Tree and got all four Friends Forever Club dolls! Read below for a fully comprehensive review of each doll and four out of five of the available fashion packs!

First impressions, I'm genuinely impressed with what Dollar Tree was able to accomplish with these! Some pretty good diversity for the few dolls they've released thus far, and the rubber fashions remind me of Polly Pocket. One aspect I really like is the fact that they went down the friend group doll line route, because as cheap as they are ($1.25 each) it won't be difficult for kids to afford to collect them!

I've ordered each one from favorite to least favorite left to right: Iha, Viera, Alanis, and Carina.

Iha is perfect imo, 10/10. The best example of the concept they were going for. Just by looking at her design you can immediately tell her personality and interests (Marine Biology). And all the little details in her outfit! Her sleeves resembling fins, the scale pattern on her skirt, the shell in her hair! And multiple pieces allows for more creative outfit combos

Viera certainly looks nice, no doubt about it (although her face kinda reminds me of Ferngully), but I'm not sure the design works as well as Iha's. Apparently her likes include Geology and Minerology? Her pink and green outfit meanwhile seems more fruit-like, reminiscent of strawberries or watermelon. I feel like they could've done a little bit more to get her character across

The first thing I noticed about Alanis is either because of the doll's construction, her uneven shoes, or her big ponytail, for some reason it's far more difficult to get her to stand than the others. I feel like the designers unfortunately hadn't taken the weight of her hair piece into account. I also dislike that 90% of her outfit is painted on, the only rubber pieces being her overalls (which would leave any other dolls wearing them rather bare) and her shoes. Luckily Iha's shirt works relatively well underneath them. Despite all that, her interest in robotics is clear, although like Viera's outfit they could have done more to get it across.

Carina is sadly the most dissappointing out of all of them. Im always a fan of textured hair in dolls (or at least as textured as hard plastic can be), and her glasses make her stand out from the others. Her outfit's deep colors even work in service of displaying her interest. But the number one dealbreaker is her outfit, namely the detail I hadn't noticed until she was out of the packaging: the sleeves of her hoodie are painted on. While this was an issue with Alanis, at least her sleeves were short enough to be easily covered by the available fabric fashions. But because of the length of Carina's sleeves, even though the rest of her body is completely unpainted, there isn't a single outfit you can put her in where they don't show. You can't even remove them, because her arms are made from that color of plastic with her hands painted on. This not only seems pointless, as her design could have worked just as well without sleeves, but it defeats this doll line's entire selling point of mixing and matching the dolls' styles. For this reason she is my least favorite, until I can find the time to paint over them. I hope that if they continue this line with alternate looks or different characters that they resolve this issue for her doll, as she clearly has a lot of potential.

Similarly to the previous image, I've arranged the dolls by the fabric fashion packs they're wearing from favorite to least favorite.

The yellow dress, due to a lack of sleeves, fits very well and gives a nice summer beachy look. While I wish the blue cherry dress had velcro in the back for the skirt, the collar is nice and snug and the ribbon belt stays in place rather easily. The pink flowery dress, on the other hand, has a much looser collar and a belt that needs some stitching to keep at the waistline. Finally while I admire their attempt at a doll-sized sweater, it seems to unravel very easily (although for an off-the-shoulders casual look you can combine it with Carina'a shorts and sneakers); the corresponding skirt piece is also too low and loose to work with its shirt, I'd suggest shortening the ribbon straps.

I've also checked, and Friends Forever fashions also fit on Chelsea and Barbie Extra Mini bodies (the latter of which matches the Fashion Friends bodies almost perfectly in height and proportions)! The fabric fashions are a bit too loose for the Extra Mini bodies, and the rubber fashions the dolls come with are unfortunately too tight to fit a Chelsea. Regardless, I'd definitely suggest them for cheaper alternatives to official Chelsea fashion packs.

Most of my nitpicks, though, can be easily forgiven by the dolls' low prices. Taking that into consideration, I can't reccomend these dolls enough! Overall I give the line a

7.5/10

[spirit-x-ing]

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 … the outside 

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. Lorelai Lee ( She knows she has a middle name she doesn't remember what it is. )

𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. hazel-blue/green. 

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 / 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. dark brown short — bangs, softly curled slightly around shoulder length, likes to pick it up in ponytails and buns

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 5 ’ 6 1/2 ” 

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞. prefers 50's style dresses, 60's Rockabilly Style, Will wear Skinny Jeans, Flats, Shorts when she knows she going to be physically active. Overall a vintage look. 

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. eyes, lips, & hair

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 … the inside 

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. feeling trapped, slightly claustrophobic, losing someone she cares about, watching loved ones die, not being able to save innocent children and animals, hates feeling emotionally vulnerable, rejection, fears stronger entities to an extent, and prolonged physical pain. 

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. stealing really hard things, being mischievous with her abilities, scaring others out of boredom or revenge, indulging in food or drink, and knowing she can't really die or gain weight from it. 

𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞. carelessness, being threatened, being underestimated, being forced to do something she really doesn't want to do, someone else eating her favorite foods, nitpicking over stupid stuff

𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. Be an excellent Warden, fight a variety of baddies, help save a good amount of souls, and experience how it is to have a normal life. ( she wants to know how it feels to have a family, even though she knows the pain and responsibilities it comes with )

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 … thoughts 

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩. the bathroom then breakfast ( what do I want to eat this morning? ) 

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. my life is a never-ending story, souls are constantly coming and going, how many realities are there? how many dimensions/layers are really in the veil? I'm pretty sure there were more spirits on this planet than there were living ones. 

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝. I hope it's safe enough to sleep here. I hope no shit wakes me up. How much money do I have left in my account?

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. Charisma. Whether she has to be the Law Enforcement/ Good Guy or the Bad Guy in a situation, her charismatic nature makes hanging around her and the situation overall more endearing. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 … what’s better 

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. single.  

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐑 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. brains. 

𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐎𝐑 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬. cats... AND dogs, all animals, except flies and mosquitoes.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 … do you 

𝐥𝐢𝐞. once and a while, mostly white lies, or to save herself

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. yes 

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. yes 

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞. yes but knows the odds are likely they will either die or grow old while she stays in her prime ( young. ) She knows many others had various lovers/spouses, children she's not sure if she's ready to experience that hardship yet. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 … ever been 

𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. yes 

𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬. yes 

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧. usually illusion and deception basis for Warden's work. Though never to fit in. 

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 … favorites 

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. blush 

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥. butterflies, corvids, cats . 

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞. Singing in the Rain ( 1952 ) The Birds ( 1963 ) Poltergeist ( 1982 ). 

𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. Truth or Dare ( because it's the easiest game when you're mostly truthful and can do most dares XD )

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 … age 

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞. August 22, 1910 ( Day??? Psh! ) 

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞. 113 . 

𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. thirty-eight ( don't ask )

𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 26 + she's not attracted to anyone that is seemingly so YOUNG! Though overall it is maturity level that matters to her.  

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 … in person 

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. smart, loyal, not boring, someone who is wise and accepting of who & what she is, flaws included, someone who is more tolerable and forgiving, ( at least when it comes to her :P ) Honestly someone who is a bit more grounded. 

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. blue. 

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫. doesn't have a strong preference 

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫. just be content in one's presence, and do stupid or crazy things together, it's all about sharing a variety of experiences with one another. 

𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 … 

’ 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: — knowing my efforts helped in some way ’ 

’ 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥: — invisible. ’ 

’ 𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞: — sorrow and pain ’ 

’ 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬: — my loved ones and a sense of normalcy ’ 

’ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡: — to live life to its fullest so that I'm more than ready to move on ’

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[broken-freedom]

Random HC of the day:

Eren is a big hyper when it comes to you. When you wear a dress and get your make up done and go to show him he'll scream: SLAYYYY MY QUEEEN!!, and pulls you to his lap so he can have his hands all around your body see you better. The angry voices coming from his headset tell you that they just lost the round because he got distracted, and you giggle in response when he pays them no attention.

He takes you shopping regularly to watch you try new outfits, and give him a show, his favorite of all these trips is sundresses shopping and lingerie shopping even when you can't put it on, his mind can picture it ;)

-NSFW under the cut-

TW: semi public oral (M → receiving)

WC: 0.9K

One day Eren took you to try on cocktail dresses in one of the fanciest boutiques in the city. Not that you needed a new one or that you have an event, he just wanted you to try on different dresses while he cheers with every dress you put on.

It was going smoothly, you put on a dress and come out of the fitting room to give Eren, who was sitting crossing his legs on a red velvet armchair slurping blue raspberry slushie, a show like you are a runway model. Until you come out wearing a skin tight black dress with a low cut neckline, you feel like your tits are spilling out of the dress.

Eren shot up dropping the now empty bottle of slushie somewhere on the floor with his jaw hanging low. He turns his head left and right frantically looking if anyone is around who can see you, before he gently tugged you back in the fitting room. "What are you d- ..." your word stopped half way in your throat when you felt Eren's lips press hard on yours, kissing you eagerly for a few moments before he breaks the kiss with a string of saliva connecting your tongue to his. You try to knock some sense into him reminding him that you are in a public place but he doesn't budge, slowly bringing your hand to make you aware of the tent in his pants. "Listen you can't look like this... this! this hot! hand expect me to do nothing, to feel nothing." His hands work to take your tits out of the dress, one hand squeezing and messaging one of them while his tongue darts out to lick tiny kitten licks on the nipple of the other one.

You try to hold back a moan but you fail miserably making Eren slap his hand over your mouth "shhh baby you gotta be quiet, unless you want to get caught?" You shake your head but when he dips one hand underneath the dress and grazing over the soaked material of your panties he chuckles and whispers in your ear "looks like you do want to get caught, naughty girl ..."

He licks your neck from the base of it up to your ear and bites on your ear shell "looking so sexy in this dress, kind of want to rip it off and bend you over right here" you tense up as he rubs his hard clothed cock on your thigh, but his kisses on your neck distract you and shift your attention to the hear pooling in your center.

You move to put some space between the two of you "we are in public Eren, there's only s thin curtain separating us from the outside world!" You say in a serious tone as you reach your hand behind his head and snatch the tie that was holding his hair up in a half bun. He watches you with a raised eyebrow as you tie your hair in a ponytail and hold his belt to support your body as you squat down to sit on your knees "let's make this quick shall we?"

You unbutton and unzip his jeans to free his cock waisting no time and start to twirl your tongue around his cock a few times before you take it inside your mouth, slowly but steadily taking in a little bit more with every time you lower your head down on him. "Goddamn baby slow down! You are going to make me cum embarrassingly fast like this!!" he tells you as he holds your head in place stopping you from taking his cock whole in your hot wet mouth again, but you work with what you have sucking his tip with a little more force. He growls loudly at the sensation, and pushes your head down at him "s- so close baby hold it in..." but the voice out side of the curtains scares you both and steals the color from your face. "excuse me sir! is everything okay in here??"

you try to push Eren away but he keeps your head still, nose buried at the hilt and you do everything in your power not to gag and rise suspicious. "Yes! I am just struggling with the zipper of her dress, but I got it don't worry." He impressively says with a steady tone as he looks down at you, eyes full of tears and mouth full of cock and he smirks at the scene. "Ok, let me know if you guys need anything" the employee tells him and he dismisses them with a quick thank you.

now that he has his full attention on you again, he whispers "is this ok?" as he thrusts slowly into your mouth and you only nod yes since your mouth is already occupied. "It won't be long I promise, just keep your head still for me, yea?" It takes him only a few thrusts until his hips stutter and before he can tell you that he is so close to prepare you he is shooting his load down your throat coating it white with his thick creamy cum. He slows down his thrusts to a stop and he quickly removes his cock from your mouth tucking it back inside of his jeans and bend to kiss your lips not caring that he can taste himself on them "Come on my queen, I am fucking you with this dress on later tonight" and he helps you get up and try to make yourself look presentable to the public eye.

You hand Eren the dress as you quickly change back to your clothes and you hear him at the cashier telling the employee that he wants this dress and paying for it "she slayed the dress, you should stop selling it no one can look better in it." ...

[werewolfrevenge]

Things I wrote back in December when I was thinking about 03 Casey wearing a dress propaganda this was before I figured out proper formatting for writing so it is kinda ughh to read but I tried to fix it it’s not like anyone reads my self ship fics anyway so like Goongala!

Casey told Leon as he held up a brightly colored red and purple striped tank top with a pair of ripped up orange shorts “Look good eh?” Casey asked as he tilted his head sideways,he was just joking around with Leon he didn’t actually want the outfit from hell he just wanted to tease his favorite psychic. Leon’s lip curled upwards in shock and horror “NO I’m pretty sure that fashion

Atrocity is grounds for divorce?” Leon remarked playfully in disgust as he continued to tap his boot against floor.

Casey threw up his arms and laughed as he placed the outfit back on the rack before he went to view more of the selection “Okay then mister fashionista how’s this?” casey asked Leon as he held up a pair of baggy blue jeans with a deep pocket “Hmm? this? less tacky?” Leon nodded softly not before he laughed a little at Casey’s remark “I think that would work…….it looks like something you’d wear!” Casey’s smiled happily as he got excited “Oh yeah?? You approve?!? This has the fashion experts approval?” Casey remarked as he looked at Leon with a playfully smile Leon nodded as he started to zone out while Casey looked around further Leon suddenly remembered something from earlier in during the couples trip.

“…..hey you were looking at like a flower dress earlier what was up with that?” Leon asked softly, Leon was a fairly observant person he could tell Casey was interested in that dress. Casey paused his search of the rack his face breaking out in a slight blush he looked down at the ground and to the side slightly embarrassed not that he thought Leon would judge him,fuck no Leon was his ride or die it…..Leon would definitely encourage casey to express his gender however he’d pleased it’s just casey felt a little silly liking a dress is all. “…..uuhhh….” Casey strutted trying to find the proper words he really liked that damn flower dress…..he wanted that dress.

Leon tilted his head slightly brown strands of hair and his ponytail bobbed along side his heads movements “……I thought it looked cute honestly though you’d probably need a larger size cause of your muscles” Leon said softly trying his hardest to encourage Casey,

Casey wasn’t shocked by Leon’s support but it made him happy none the less as he gained a wide smile “……. Ya? really think I could pull that off?” casey asked leaning down to his husband’s height with a big dumb grin Leon nodded excitedly as his hair bounced back and forth it looked like Leon was in the middle of a hurricane or something Leon shared a big smile on his face as he quickly rushed off into the store with a goal and mission on his mind…..if his husband wanted a dress he was gonna get his fucking dress! Leon thought to himself as he made the mad dash to make his beloved happy.

Casey shrugged as he decided to follow Leon’s lead he was the smart one in the relationship so Casey figured he knew what he was doing and Casey couldn’t help but feel more confident now “I can’t wait to try it on!” casey said excitedly as he followed leon like a puppy following it’s owner as Casey walked he he bounced on the balls of his feet. Leon quickly succeeded in his task and slammed the dress into the basket the couple had been using “if my husband wants a dress then by god he’s gonna get his fucking dress!” Leon exclaimed, Casey chuckled with that same dumb grin plastered on his face “Ahhh ha ha ha I like dat !” Casey said softly as he pulled Leon’s arm dragging him to the fitting rooms at this point Leon was particularly bouncing up and down.

“maybe ya could go out and fight some purple dragons in that dress!! Ya could be swinging your stick into mother fuckers while in the cutest freaking dress!” Leon said joyfully like he was a child on Christmas Day. Casey took a moment to think about the idea as he walked side by side with Leon “Oh man if I beat up some guys with a dress on their face’s would be priceless!” Casey smiled at the thought “yeah I think I like dat idea!” He said with a confident nod,

Leon smiled widely as he walked besides Casey looking at Casey as they walked “……you should do it!!! It be so fricking freaky fricking sick!!!” Leon said with a sudden vigor unlike his usual lack of energy. Casey smiled widely at seeing Leon’s burst of enthusiasm and also at the fact he’d get to wear the cutest dress ever and kick those purple scums asses, Casey had gotten so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize they were at the fitting rooms until Leon nudged his shoulder slightly Casey grinned widely once he saw them “Alright here we go!” casey announced a bit louder than he might too feeling so excited that he was hopping just like a little bunny when he got to the door.

Leon nodded happily and gave Casey a kiss on the check which Leon had to go on his tiptoes in order “HELL YEAH!!!! You’re gonna look like a stunner Arnie!!” Leon said with a lovingly and sweet tone, Casey returned Leon’s kiss however he gave leon a kiss on the lips before he sighed “Alright I’m gonna try it on!” casey opened the door to the fitting room giving leon one final look before he shut the door. Leon stood outside the fitting room Casey was in like a bodyguard protecting a high profile celebrity leon hummed as he waited.

inside the fitting room Casey had gotten the dress on it was a beautiful red and purple color it fit him perfectly and he looked at his reflection and couldn’t help but become giddy after a few minutes Casey opened the door in order to show Leon his beautiful bright red and purple flower dress casey flipped his black hair over his shoulder “How do I look!!!” He asked Leon in a smug way.

Leon felt like his heart had stopped and exploded right out of his chest as a small pink flush spread over his face “…..you look beautiful……..” Leon’s breath hitched it was just like seeing Casey for the first time again Leon smiled softly as his heart beater rapidly casey blushed a bit upon hearing leons compliment he “I’m glad ya think so…..leonie” he said as he nervously fidgeted with the fabric on the dress as Casey looked side to side Leon hummed lowly as he looked up at Casey he softly brushed his thumb against Casey’s check “…….you look stunning…….absolutely stunning” leon cooed softly.

casey’s cheeks turned a bright red at the sugary sweet words “Doll yer gonna kill me if ya keep being si sweet ya know dat rich ” Casey remarked as he looked down at Leon but his voice quickly became a higher pitch voice as he started to speak a cheesy lovey dovey tone Leon nodded even more enthusiastically his hair bouncing around again “Then I gotta kill you then cause!!! Arnie……you’re so handsome you’re stunning your beautiful” Casey got a huge smiled at hearing his and his blush grew further “Sooo uhhh And uh ya think I could uh…. Fight in this?” casey asked as he kept the same cheesy lovey dovey tone of voice from a few seconds earlier.

Casey shifted Around his position while he tried to look confident and tough. Leon smiled up at Casey happily and nodded Leon’s eyes glowed Brighter than usual “fuck yeah!!! Casey!! I bet ya you could fight better than raph!!!” Leon replied as he hyped up his husband Casey got the largest most overconfident cocky and cheesy grin on his face as he spoke again “Hell yeah!!!! No one’s gonna even know what hit them when they see me with my hockey stick and my flower dress!” Leon nodded rapidly his hair bobbing around like he was a drink at a bar being shaken and Leon earned his own grin “YEAHHHHHHH!!! THE WORLD WONT KNOW WHAT HIT IT WHEN CASEY JONES COMES A CALLING!!!” Casey continued to grin his cocky grin as his voice dripped full of ego which no doubt Leon would help grow.

“AND WHEN THEY DO GET HIT THEYLL WISH THEY NEVER MESSED WITH THE FLOWER POWERED CASEY JONES!!!” casey said as he did the cheesy victory pose ever while he looked up and down in the most proud and arrogant way possible. Leon sighed softly as he smiled lovingly Yup that was his husband he looked great In that dress and Leon loved his goofball more then anything.

[dreamtydraw]

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I am currently praying this post dosen't get eatean by tumblr because this is the third time i'm writting it ╭( ๐_๐)╮

First of all i want to thanks you guys for genuinly asking because i really didn't tought it would interest ppl as i am never sure, so once again, thanks you for asking ♡

Euhm euhm....

☆SYMBOLISM OF MY OUR LIFE MC☆

Nda : english is not my first language so i excuse myself in advance for possible typos.

Second nda : because this post is already long enough, Valentin is getting a separated post about her design.

Before starting the analysis there are informations that needs to be given first! When creating my mc I only had a summary of the game: for example, didn't know who Lizzie would be but chose my me to look similar to her by accident, making them looks even more like siblings.

Cerise name was chosen because I wanted her to have a name/appearance fruit inspired, choosing the French translation of Cherry as her name and a mandarine based design. Her last name ( fourth ) comes from the fact that every time I replayed the game I updated her last name to make it easier to differentiated my saves, the fourth run being my favorite. She doesn't have any specific ethnicity and her color palette was chosen to fit in the summer aesthetic, but also an autumn palette aesthetic.

The autumn colors are more present during stressful periods (end of high school, start of step 4) mainly because of the start of adulthood and leaving sunset bird.

Patterns usually associated with Cerise are fruits patern, dots, and ribbons. Cerise also has a very visible scar on her face (the backstory of the scar here) this scar is in the middle of her forehead, it's massive and one of the first features of her you can see, this is im portant for her character.

Now last important info before going on analysis step by step : Cerise was written as a nonverbal autistic child, this and other little details of mannerisms make her a very closeted person. Her character evolve with time, but through the shaping of it, her looks change too.

In step 1 Cerise only had her scar for a year now. She's scared of interacting with people and her prominent feature drowns too much attention into her, so she does what every 8 year old kid think is best; hide it.

Cerise's face is always covered with her hair. It's messy and nonpractical but showing her bareface is too much for her, the idea of people looking at her is just too scary for her.

She usually wears shift dresses because the loose fabric is comfortable and feels right.

She also wear platform sandal, she likes to feel tall and be the same height as her big sister.

The dominant color of her childhood clothes is green, white, and blue. Those color are chosen because little cerise likes her town, she likes the sky, the hill and the ocean.

As time passed by, Cerise now having a friend ( no siloh did not pass the friendship test, Cove is her first friend ), she feels less self conscious about her face. As she grew up she felt less scared and gained bit of self confidence.

But growing up means, Cerise entered middle school, and here started her complicated relathionship with school. Between the terrible stress of work being very hard for her and everyone not being little kid anymore, many thing changed and so did she.

In step 2, influenced by all the people around her, Cerise wants to look pretty and tries to put more effort into her appearance. As she never cut her hair they are very long so she starts by that: trying different hairstyles, her most common one is the side braid ponytail. She's still scared but she's not a kid anymore, Cerise is now able to go out her face not covered.

Now older she was allowed get her ears pierced and so she did.

Growing up she chose yellow as her favorite color because "it has a positive vibe" but secretly it was also because it reminded her of her sister.

Her wardrobe was filled with pretty clothe, ribbons, pretty cutted shirt and flowers patern. Although she intended to wear pretty clothes the types stayed the same : practical shorts and shirt.

She tries to be more feminine with little details like nail polish, hair accessories to look nice.

At the age of 13 years old, Cerise started having a noticeable chest and she hated it. Every clothes she felt too revealing was never wore again, everything that brang attention to her body was hided: tank top got banned from her wardrobe.

Fun fact : she ended up getting a sport shirt because it reminded her of Derek

Middle school is a period of self reflexion, and questioning herself that what she did. Moving to high school her anxiety didn't left but self confidence started to rise now that she felt pretty trough the help of accessories . She felt comfortable in her appearance but still worried of people's opinion, still unsure of what to feel about her body.

Summer 2016 or like they named it... The year of the incident... After 18 years of keeping her extremely long hair, Cerise's cut her hair short to try a new look. Out of highschool, she was worried and lost about herself and her possible future, this new hairstyle marked the start of a new search of self. ( cove discovered it when he came back from his mom and was quite in shock )

This last vacation of her tern year's was bittersweet and she spent it terrified of what the future may hold. Not a kid but not an adult, everything was scary and it reflected into her color scheme who gained more dull and earthy tones.

Her love for accessories grew with her and she started wearing rings, chockers but mainly a lot of bracelet, lot of which she shared with other.

Her love for yellow shifted to green, she tried to feel more adult to feel less scared about the future

Her discomfort with showing skin got mixed with her liking of wearing layered clothes. Her wardrobe got filled with long skirts and overalls dresses.

Her habit of wearing nail polish stayed but instead of the funky color she settled for the same dark green.

Fun facts : she traded one of her rings with one of Baxter's.

She has as multiple friendship bracelet handmade that she shares with Cove.

At the end of Summer, Cerise still scared of what the futur could bring, took the scariest but best decision of her life : moving out of Sunset bird.

Cerise took a year gap after high school and went traveling abroad. She did it to face her biggest fears and focus on herself. It was the decision that shifted her life like she needed. The experience helped her a lot and she grew up to become who she always dreamed of to be. She was not scared of people anymore, she found who she wanted to be and was happy with herself. She went back to appreciate what she used to like : bright color, feminine and comfy clothes, accessories, the ocean, the hills, her home town. Her scar didn't meant anything to her anymore, she liked who she was regardless of exterior opinion.

Inspired by internet fashion, Cerise developed an interest for cottage core and many other soft aesthetic .

She has 3 piercing each ear but often wear just two set of earrings.

She went back into liking yellow as one of her favorite color, but kept green along side of it.

She still wear green nail polish .

Her favorites clothes are long summer dresses.

She feels comfortable to show some skin after a long time of self hatred, now embracing any type of clothes regardless of if it's brings attention to her.

She dosen't wear her accessories as much as she used to but still hold an important love toward it.

Cerise became Cerise and accepted her likes and dislikes to become the best version of herself when it comes to her appearance.

END OF THE POST

If you read that much i thanks you for it ! Hope you'll have a nice day and here, a little Cerise to end this post