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illiterate-goblins · 4 months

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Tips for my transfemme siblings <3

I've been transitioning for the past 4 years and in that time I've picked up a lot of tips and tricks that I didn't see many other people talking about. So, let me pass along a little bit of the wisdom that's helped me pass to the rest of you all. This is going to be a long post, so brace yourself :)

DISCLAIMER: These are things that I have found personal success with. All people are different, and not all advice is going to be perfect for everyone. Also important to note, this advice is coming from a white person who is ABSOLUTELY not makeup expert. I have specifically made notes below where my advice and recommendations may not be the best / most accurate for people of color. With that said, much of the advice should still be applicable to most people - POC or not.

A lot of the transfemme makeup tutorials I found early on were based in drag. I didn't like the sheer amount of products that were being pushed as *necessary* and had heavy looking final results. Over the past few years I've found a more minimal (and affordable) routine that gives passing results. My daily makeup routine only consists of four products: Concealer, Translucent setting power, blush, and eyeliner. Let's go through each of those.

TOOLS - You're going to want to get a set of brushes. You can find affordable sets online or in stores. I got a set of E.L.F. brushes and they've held up excellently the past 4 years. - Don't buy beauty blenders. Beauty blenders aren't going to be the best tool for us because of our skin texture. Skin that grows facial hair is more textures than skin that doesn't. Applying makeup to textured skin with a beauty blender won't look as good for as long. - The rest of the supplies I use will be listed in their respective sections. You really don't need a ton of tools or supplies, especially as a beginner. Stone rollers, face masks, serums, scrubs.... They're nice extras if you can afford them, but they're not essentials

CONCEALER - I use R.E.M. Beauty Sweetener concealer ($24). It comes in a small pot and will require a brush for application. This concealer comes in a wide array of colors (60, to be specific), provides high coverage, and doesn't look cake-y. - Cream concealer has worked better for me compared to liquid concealers. You get more control on the amount you're using and it should last you a good few months. REMEMBER, a little goes a long way! You don't need to lay it on super heavy. - I apply this just over the areas where I have facial hair shadow. Stipple the concealer on freshly shaven skin and blend those edges out until there's no visible edge. - Using a brush is crucial for trans femmes, especially when going over facial hair shadow. As I said above, the skin that grows facial hair is rougher and more textured, using a brush to stipple on the makeup will get it into the pores. - The concealer I've recommended is great because it can be built up in multiple layers if needed. R.E.M. Beauty is also cruelty free and vegan, if those factors are important to you.

SETTING POWER - I use a L'oreal Hydra Perfecte loose setting powder. Unfortunately, this product has been discontinued. - A great affordable / drug store option is E.L.F.'s High Definition Powder. It's only $6, comes in a sheer option for light skin tones and "soft luminescence" for some darker skin tones. - I don't know what kinds of setting powders will work best on dark skin tones. Light setting powders like this can (I think) leave an ashy finish on darker skins. - I prefer using loose powder, but that's mostly because just what I have experience with. They tend to have a more sheer and transparent finish compared to pressed powders. - Tap out a small amount into the lid of your powder and press it into your skin lightly instead of spreading it across your face. - You will want to use a setting powder on top of every layer of liquid or cream makeup. This will set the makeup and prevent it from smudging as easily and mixing with another liquid / cream product. (if you're applying a second layer of concealer, like I mentioned above, powder in between layers). - Setting powder, in addition to keeping makeup from mixing and spreading, gives the skin a matte finish. This will help hide the textured portions of your skin. - If you want a dewy finish you can add a setting spray at the very end. This will give your skin a little bit of shine without drawing attention to your textured sections.

BLUSH - I use Revolution Beauty Blusher Reloaded ($6). This one pan has lasted me four years and has approximately ten years left. (Seriously, I use this almost every day and the pan hardly looks used). - Blush is a very important step because it brings color and warmth back to your face. - There are two main methods I use when I apply blush: Dramatic and Classic - Dramatic: Place blush from cheek to cheer and across the nose. - Classic: Place blush on the apples of you cheeks (the part that rises up when you smile) - If you apply the blush too heavily just go over it with your bare powder brush. This will reduce the color and blend the edges. - I've found that you can get away with a heavier blush if you're going with the dramatic method (hence the name). Classic blush looks best when it's applied fairly subtly. However, it's still possible to go too heavy with the dramatic style.

EYELINER - The ONLY eyeliner I use is the NYX Epic Ink Liner ($10). - There are three main kinds of eyeliner: Pencils, Pots, and Liquids. - Pencils: Like the name suggests, they're basically really really soft pencils. These are great if you want to blend out and get a smokey look, but aren't great for crisp bold lines. - Pots: This style of eyeliner comes in a pot and requires a specific brush to apply. If you buy a set of brushes, you should be set. This kind of eyeliner is more versatile, able to be blended into a smokey eyeliner AND able to give crisp lines. However, I've found that it's got a steeper learning curve. - Liquid: This style is the best way to get clean lines and sharp wings. Liquid liners usually come in a bottle with a nail polish looking brush, which definitely also have a learning curve. But, that's where my favorite eyeliner comes in! - The Epic Ink Liner is essentially a brush pen. With a pencil form factor and an always sharp brush tip, you will get easy to control lines with just a little bit of practice. - This is my everyday method of applying eyeliner: 1) Start in the outer corner of your eye and extend the angle your lower lid makes. (You can make this wing as big as you'd like, but I would suggest beginners start with a relatively smaller wing (1cm or shorter). Repeat on the other eye. 2) Place the tip of the brush at the peak of that line and draw over in a straight line until you hit your lashes. Close your eyes slightly so the crease of your eye doesn't effect this line. Repeat on the other eye. 3) Move to the inner corner of your eye and apply an even line along the rest of the eyelid. Take a moment to soften the transition between this line and the straight line from the previous step. Repeat with the other eye. 4) Fill in any empty spaces - By doing each step on both eyes before moving on to the next step will help your eyeliner to look more symmetrical. Plus, if the angles aren't matching, it's much easier to remove one line rather than an entirely finish eye. - One additional step you can add is extending the line in the inner corner of your eye just a little bit. Follow the curve you made and don't go down too far. - NOTE: This is my method for non hooded eyes. Because hooded eyes are an entirely different shape, I don't know the best method to add eyeliner.

HIGHLIGHTER - I use Colorpop Super Shock Cheek highlighter ($9). As the name suggests, this is a SUPER highlighter. - I don't wear highlighter every day. It's a fun addition, but I don't find it necessary for days I'm just running errands or going grocery shopping. I reserve it for concerts, dates, or any other event where I want to look extra cute. - The main places to add highlighter are the top edge of your cheek bones, the inner corner of your eyes, the outer edge right below your eyebrows, and down the bridge of your nose and onto the tip. - Since this isn't going on any skin that grows facial hair, you don't need to use a brush. I use my ring finger to apply the highlighter, wipe off the excess, then gently blend the edges with my ring finger again - Blending your highlighter doesn't need to be taken that seriously. Just softening the edges is enough 99% of the time. If you think you applied the highlighter too heavily you can take your powder brush and hit those spots and little. Just like with the blush, this should tone down the pop a bit

FOUNDATION - I don't use foundation anymore. I prefer a minimal face of makeup, letting the natural variations in color and imperfections show. However, wanting a smooth and consistent color all over your face is perfectly valid, too <3 - If you are going to use foundation, you will want to apply concealer first. The concealer is going to do the heavy lifting for hiding your facial hair shadow. - When choosing a concealer to put underneath foundation, many people will say to pick a color that's a shade lighter than your skin. That advice is aimed towards people who primarily conceal their under eye bags, and the lighter color helps the eyes look more awake. If you're getting just one concealer, pick the closest match to your skin tone. - I highly recommend choosing a powder foundation. Powder products, as I said before, give the face a matte finish that hides the textured skin better. Unfortunately, powder foundations are less common and typically more expensive ($30+) - If you already have liquid foundation and don't want to waste it, apply it like you did with the concealer: take a small amount and dab it into the skin with a brush. - The order I would apply this makeup in is: Concealer -> Setting Powder -> Powder Foundation // Concealer -> Setting Powder -> Liquid / Cream Foundation -> Setting Powder. Not everyone agrees on which should come first, concealer or foundation, but I found that concealer first looked better, especially with powder foundations.

COLOR CORRECTOR - You might notice that no matter how high coverage your concealer or foundation are, there's still some noticeable discoloration over your facial hair shadow. This is down to color theory: your shadow is producing a different undertone than non shadowed skin. To cancel that out you need to cover it with its complementary color. There are generally 3 different tones that shadow comes in. - Brown tones: typically found in light to medium tan skin tones. This is covered by pink and salmon tones. The deeper your skin tone, the darker you'll want to go. - Blue/green tones: Typically found in olive skin tones. This is covered by peach and orange tones. Again, the deeper your skin tone, the darker you'll want to go. - Blue/grey tones: Typically found on dark skin tones. This is covered by orange tones. Medium dark skin will want a lighter orange, darker tones will want a more true orange. - DO NOT APPLY COLOR CORRECTOR HEAVILY!!! The heavier you apply the color corrector the more concealer / foundation you'll have to apply to cover it up. You only need the smallest amount to counteract the undertones that will show through your concealer / foundation. - Color corrector is also used to hide other skin tone variations like under eye bags or acne. Under eye bags are usually blue, so use a peachy CC on them. Acne is canceled out by green. - I have seen so many tutorials that recommend using lipstick as your color corrector. Don't do this. Lipstick is generally going to be more oily and prone to melting / smudging. Specially formulated color correctors will stay put much better.

MISC. OTHER PRODUCTS - Primers - A primer can be a good addition to your routine, but they're not strictly necessary for everyone. Primers can be used to give your full face of makeup a better initial layer to stick to, and there are some designed to fill in your pores (something you may want if your shadowed areas are more textured than you'd like after after concealer (and foundation if you use it). I'd say skip it on your first trip to the makeup aisle, but pick it up later on if you'd like. - Eye shadow - Eye shadow can be really fun! It adds extra color to your face and can really accentuate your eye color. It can be a fun addition to tie in with accent colors in your outfit. I just personally don't like the time and effort needed to get good looking eye shadow most days. And, because I don't do it much, I'm not that great with it. Luckily, it is absolutely not needed for an every day look. - Lipstick - I'm an anxious lip biter, so lipsticks don't always last very long on me. I do, however, LOVE one specific lipstick: Maybelline's Super Stay Matte Liquid Lipstick ($11). Once this bad boy dries you're going to have that color on all day. I like the look of matte lipsticks, but if you want a glossy finish you can add a lip gloss once it dries. This liquid lipstick is pretty east to apply, just try to keep a steady hand and work your way to the outer edges of your lips. Letting it air dry will take a little longer, but ends up looking better removing the excess with a napkin (no paper bits will get stuck to your lips). Just be prepared to scrub this off your lips at the end of the day. -NOTE: I don't like recommending people buy from Maybelline since they aren't cruelty free. This is the only product of theirs that I haven't been able to find a suitable alternative that works even a fraction as well. Luckily, one tube of lipstick lasts a long time, and since it stays on so well you won't have to be reapplying multiple times a day -Contour - Contour can be your friend, or it can be your worst enemy. This is one of the more difficult products to apply if you're going for a natural look. Most times that I've personally tried contouring it ends up way too dark. Subtlety is your best friend with contour. I would also suggest sticking to a powder contour pallet to start, liquid contours are much tougher.

SKIN CARE -Okay I am the WORST person to talk about skin care, I neglect doing it so often. With that said... - Don't buy in to beauty youtubers and their 12 step skincare routines. They're super expensive, have so many overlapping products, and I have never met a single person who has the time or commitment to stick to that intense of a routine daily. - Bare minimum: Get makeup remover wipes and take your makeup off every night. Since we are specifically trying to fill our pores we NEED to make sure we take the makeup off. Clogged pores lead to acne outbreaks and ingrown hairs. Eye makeup, if left on, can lead to developing styes, which are painful, annoying, and can grow into a serious issue if not dealt with. Cheap walmart branded wipes will do the job, but they aren't the best. I really like Neutrogena's makeup remover wipes ($5). - If you do develop a stye you'll want to give it a hot compress once or twice a day. Soak a towel or wash cloth, wring it mostly out, pop it in the microwave for 20-30 seconds, and apply to the affected eye. This is opening that pore and letting it breathe. After a few days - a week it should be fixed. DO NOT TRY TO POP A STYE!!!! Styes are clogged pored that have developed an infection, if the puss from the infection gets out it can cause more styes. - If you want a better routine than just makeup wipes, here's my 3 step process (that I don't do nearly as often as I should): Simple Foaming Cleanser (now discontinued :( ) to remove your makeup -> CeraVe Hydrating Facial Cleanser ($15) to clean your face once the makeup is off -> Simple Replenishing Rich Moisturizer ($7) to keep the skin hydrated and soft. There is a bit of overlap here, and if you're on a tight budget I would just go for the CeraVe cleanser. - If you're a lazy bitch like I am, just use makeup wipes at the end of the day and keep your face wash in the shower and do that whenever you shower.

Shaving -If you want the closest possible shave or all day smoothness, you won't find a better answer than a 5 blade razor (or a straight razor but those have a steeper learning curve). DON'T DRY SHAVE WITH THIS KIND OF RAZOR!!! You've got to have something lubricating the skin or else you're going to end up with razor burn and irritated skin. Putting makeup on top of razor burn hurts and isn't good for the healing process - I don't like the time and hassle that a standard razor requires, so I shave every day with the Philips One Blade (~$40). This gives an incredibly smooth shave that lasts almost all day (at least with the rate my facial hair grows). The head replacements are a bit on the pricey side (a 3 pack is usually on sale for ~$30), but one head will last you around 3 months. The face will wear down and show an image when it's time to replace it, but I find you can typically get a good shave out of it for a while after. - They make a variant of the razor with a stronger motor that's designed for body hair, but I've have great results with the standard one. If you have thicker / coarser body hair the upgraded motor model might be the one you want to go for (it should work perfectly fine on facial hair, too). - They have also recently released special heads for "intimate" areas but that's another thing I think you can probably pass on. I just snap on the #1 guard and shave my pubic area down. It's not a perfectly smooth shave (and I don't recommend using the bare razor head on your pubic region unless you're EXTREMELY careful and/or don't mind the occasional small cut), but I find that it's more than good enough for me. That length actually bypasses the itchy phase of your pubes growing back in after a day or two (for me, at least)). And... I think that's everything! Those are all the makeup and beauty related products and processes that I can think of. Again, I'd like to reiterate that this is all stuff that has worked for me specifically, and it's information I ended up learning the hard way. I spent several months walking around with orange tinted skin so you don't have to. If you have any questions about anything please feel free to ask in the replies or you can DM me. And, if you have any extra tips that I didn't mention, or if you have tips for darker skin tones / hooded eyes / other non-white features, please add them! Our POC siblings deserve love and support too!

#LGBT #transgender #trans femme #trans feminine #makeup #make up #Lgbtq #lgbtqia #queer #trans support #trans woman #trans women #pride month #gay pride #queer pride #This turned out to be a lot longer than I expected it to #I just hope it can find its way to the people who need it

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cgi-heart-eyes · 10 months

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dndads incorrect quotes

long post ahead

the teens:

Scary: I hate you sometimes. Normal: Well according to this picture Link drew of us holding hands that's not true. Scary: Normal, you drew that. Normal: It doesn't matter

Scary: I just watched Normal jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, they weren't hurt that badly. But the whole time, Link was screaming for help, which caused Taylor to run in to help Normal. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six minutes.

Scary: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Normal: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Link: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Taylor: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Scary: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Scary: I think Taylor was right. Normal: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.' Link: They wouldn't do that. Taylor: You're right, Link. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that. Taylor: *turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'Taylor Told You So' on the back*

Scary: Normal, I'm sad. Normal: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Link: Taylor, I'm sad. Taylor, nodding: mood.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Scary: Shit. Normal: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Link: OH MY GOD TAYLOR FELL OFF!!

Scary: Why are your tongues purple? Link: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Taylor: I had a red one. Scary: oh Scary: Scary: OH Normal: Normal: You drank each other's slushies?

Scary: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet. Normal: Link: Taylor: Everyone Else At Scary’s Surprise Birthday Party: Normal: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

dads:

Ron: Why are Henry and Darryl sitting with their backs to each other? Glenn: They had a fight. Ron: Then why are they holding hands? Glenn: They get sad when they fight.

Henry: How did none of you hear what I just said? Darryl: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Ron: I got distracted about halfway through. Glenn: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Henry: Everyone, synchronize your watches. Darryl: I don’t know how to do that. Ron: I don’t wear a watch. Glenn: Time is a construct.

Henry: So my therapist was talking to me and she said that I really just need to break down my walls and let people in. Henry: So I’ve decided to break the fourth wall. Henry: *looks at camera* Hi there. I use humor as a coping mechanism.

Henry: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird, but emotionally? Imagine the toll!

Henry: I’m this close to falling in love with Darryl. Glenn: Your fingertips are touching. Henry: Exactly.

Glenn: Bad news—Ron locked themself outside of their own house. Glenn: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith. Glenn: Bad news—Darryl finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute guys/girls/enbies. Glenn: Good news—a cute guy/girl/enby saw me do it. Glenn: Bad news—it was Henry, and since they’ve already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, they’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. They know.

Glenn, explaining why they are not allowed to cook: I put the noodles in the pot and put the pot on the stove and turned the burner on high. Turns out you don't put noodles in marijuana and I almost burnt the whole house down.

kiddads:

Lark, to Grant: I mean, I get complimented all the time- Sparrow: starts cackling Lark: I do! Sparrow: laughs harder

Grant: Yesterday, I overheard Lark saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Sparrow replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Terry: Why don’t you go talk to them? Grant, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure. Terry: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen? Grant: They could hear me.

Nicky: Sweet dog you got there. Police: Yes, this is our new drug sniffing dog. Nicky: Still training huh? Police: What do you mean? Nicky: Nicky: Never mind.

Nicky: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

Grant: I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration. Terry: Are you okay? Lark: Did you actually just ask them that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know?

Lark: You've got to act tough, Sparrow! Show 'em you can't be pushed around! Show 'em they can't mess with you! Sparrow: Right. Yes. Tough. Got it. Sparrow, standing up on their stool and slamming their hands down on the bar: I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.

Terry: Watcha got there..? Sparrow: petting a ostrich A smoothie.

i’ll probably add more at some point, this was really fun to make!

#dndads

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satoriberry · 2 years

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more miscellaneous tokimitsu aoshi headcanons !! ^0^

watch out for: maybe a tinge of angst but nothing serious. not proofread!! tagging @tokimitski <33

mastered zoning out to the point where he could go a whole day while mentally somewhere else if he wanted to but he never does because something eventually happens (aka 18 minutes after the zoning out starts) and he has to reconnect to earth, so he's a bit of a paradox

has the most oddly SPECIFIC list of irrational fears

"buses with single-person seats that are far off the ground scare me :(" "i dont like going to grocery stores that have vegetable sections with a really high ceiling, they make me feel small" "i avoid walking next to trees during autumn and winter because i always have this feeling the branches will crack and fall on me" BRO????

he has respect for everyone but particularly admires yukimiya (brains and looks), otoya (rizz) and bachira (personality). basically everything that he lacks <- (objectively incorrect btw except for the rizz :3)

favourite haribo bear is the pineapple one

the guy that goes vegan after every animal documentary he watches but fails after 3 days because his mom worked really hard on dinner and he doesn't want to see her sad :(

likes watching makeup removal videos, especially the asmr ones

chronic back pain from always folding into himself

has a really lowkey friendship with nagi

gets along really well with zantetsu (their friendship is cute i know it argue with my left nut)

unironically still believes in those chain messages, like the curse of carmen winstead and all that 😨

has chubby cheeks that are terrifyingly squeezeable

projectile vomited at his cousin's 10th birthday party after eating cake then doing 6 rounds of just dance

he has never returned to that cousin's house again

shoujo lover, faves are kimi ni todoke and mermaid melody

during peak summer temperatures, freckles on his shoulder and neck start to become visible

sometimes wonders if his eyes are too weird or off putting (cause they're really big yknow)

has a strong "follow the crowd" mentality (am i implying that's the reason he entered blue lock.....we may never know)

LIVES FOR HEAD SCRATCHES

please give him pats or scratch his head lightly

if he's freaking out and you start doing it, he melts into you and starts to get eepy :>

....sometimes wakes up with his thumb between his lips....

hoarder because of emotional attachment to ANYTHING

at some point definitely went a whole school year without participating in a single class

a bit of a himbo

^ shidou once said that to him and he still doesnt know whether to take it nicely or badly

weighted blanketed connoisseur

HATES IKEA SO MUCH OH MY GOD NEVER TAKE HIM THERE

he's gone there a total of 5 times and every single time, he got lost. he had to curl up in a corner and wait for his group to come look for him

#berry.writes <3 #he's my #my #meeow #meownkeow #meow meow.#my widdle creature #*kills him with bazooka*#ilysm <3333 #tokimitsu aoshi #aoshi tokimitsu #tokimitsu headcanons #blue lock #blue lock headcanons

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grizzlyofthesea · 1 year

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Dumb Vocaloid Headcanons Part 1: Internet Co.

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Andriods/robots of various levels of human resemblance

Voicebank upgrades correspond to hardware upgrades.

Primarily made for music, but they also have combat skills.

Each one has a unique music-related weapon/ability, which I'll elaborate on in another post. (I got this idea from the manga Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter. It's...an experience. Kinda chaotic, and the translation I found isn't always the clearest, but it's cute, harmless fun focused on the first few Internet Co. Vocaloids. If you want to see himbo Gackpo in a fundoshi, this is the manga for you.)

Generally get along well with the Cryptonloids

One huge, generally happy family

Camui Gackpo (Gackpoid)

The most robotic/android-like of the bunch in terms of physical structure, but good gosh, does he have feelings

His "bodysuit" is just what his body looks like (he can morph it into a more human-looking appearance, though), and that weird glowy spot on his chest is his power core.

Can change his eye and power core colors at will

Has a whole army of eggplant horses

A chivalrous gentleman, but he has his goofy moments

An expert in hair care

Cishet ally

Dating/in love with GUMI

GUMI (Megpoid)

Huge science and sci-fi nerd

Has a visible battery gauge on each of her designs, which takes the form of a red jewel. It blinks when her battery is running low. (another idea from Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter)

BFFs with Miku, Luka, Lily, and CUL

Owns a carrot rocket equipped with missiles

Her goggles have several functions, including night vision, tracking, and looking cool.

Lives for the aesthetics of the 1960s-1980s

A little bit scatterbrained, but she tries

Hoping that everyone else (or at least Gackpo and Una) joins her on VOCALOID6 and gets an AI voicebank

Bisexual

Dating/in love with Gackpo

Lily

Beta/production name was Yuripoid (not actually, but in my headcanon). This didn't stick for multiple reasons.

Her tattoo doubles as a battery meter, "draining" from top to bottom as her power depletes.

Likes lollipops (yet another idea from Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter)

The "cool older sister" of the group

Infamous for speeding on her motorcycle

Keeps a couple of beehives, from which she harvests honey

Demi/heteroromantic asexual

Exchanges makeup tips with Gackpo

Ryuto (Gachapoid)

Obsessed with dinosaurs, to the point where he has memorized every species

Basically GUMI's little brother

His arm warmers serve to make his elbow joints slightly less obvious; his shoes do the same thing for his ankles.

Favorite meal is dino nuggies with waffle fries

Friends with Yuki and Oliver

Really wants a pet puppy

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Big fan of FNAF, even if it scares him sometimes

A little bit self-conscious about his buck teeth

Always carries a notebook and markers with him in his backpack

CUL

Huge Madoka Magica fan; cried at Sayaka's death

Doesn't always get along with her sisters, but she loves them all dearly

Gets into arguments with Gackpo over who "stole" the other's hairstyle

Her eyes double as cameras

Favorite foods are Pocky and tempura shrimp

Shops exclusively at thrift stores and Hot Topic

Knows all the jokes about her name's meaning in French; not amused at all

Lesbian; has a bit of a crush on flower

Secretly collects porcelain dolls

galaco

Huge space nerd

Loves to nerd out over space with GUMI

Has always wanted to be a princess

Has jet boots; can use them to float in place or skate around

The first one to lack any visibly robotic traits

BFFs with MAYU

Loves listening to video game soundtracks

Aroace

Plays a lot of TF2 in her spare time; mains Demoman

kokone

Kind of shy, especially around new people

Huge book nerd; favorite genre is fantasy

LOVES animals

Favorite food is raindrop cake

Surprisingly big fan of horror movies

Gets cold easily

Likes to do prank phone calls with GUMI; they switch places periodically, pretending to be the same person

Trans girl (pronouns are she/her); polysexual

Wants to write and illustrate her own manga series

Rana

Technically developed by We've Inc. as a collab with Internet Co., but since she's the only one from We've Inc, the Internet Co. crew includes her as one of their own.

Really wants to be a magical girl; has designed her own weapon and transformation device

Has a massive collection of teddy bears

Practically lives in her hoodie

Feels a bit weird about being literally 0 years old, but tries to ignore it

Sugar cookies make her life worth living

Carries a variety of glitter with her at all times

Chika

The mom friend

Has regular lunch outings with Mew and MEIKO

A talented tailor

Lives for vintage clothing

Has an entire cupboard full of various herbal teas

A little bit disappointed about her unpopularity, but she has mostly accepted it at this point

Tends a butterfly garden

Cishet ally

Really good at cooking and baking

Otomachi Una

Her hat is alive.

Views Rana as a rival; Rana doesn't really care

Looks up to GUMI

Can hold her breath for ten minutes

Tends a koi pond

Loves to experiment with different hair dyes

Sometimes wears fake glasses for the sake of fashion

Owns a swimmable mermaid tail (fades from indigo to lime green, then cotton candy pink); loves showing it off

Just beginning to question her sexuality

Will eat every piece of cheesecake in a five mile radius

ROSA

A CeVIO/upcoming SynthV vocal rather than a Vocaloid, but since she was made in collaboration with Internet Co. and CUL is her older sister, she hangs out with the Internet Co. crew often

Gets along well with Gackpo for their shared love of traditional Japanese culture

Insists that she "was born in the wrong generation"

Loves rose-flavored macarons, but her favorite food is salmon nigiri

Gets picked on by some of her older sisters, so she has learned to be a bit sassy as a defense mechanism

Genderfaer (pronouns are she/her and occasionally they/them); pansexual

In the process of collecting all of the Vocaloid Nendoroids (except the Miku ones; there are way too many)

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whiskeyswifty · 2 years

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PLEASE tell me more about the indie sleaze era i beseech you

I’ve put off answering this cuz it’s a really hard time period to distill down to a tumblr answer, but I’ll tell you a few nuggets that hopefully will paint a clearer picture for you.

1. The entire point was looking and acting like you didn’t care, which was easiest to do if you were rich. If you look at photos of participants, you might say oh god, the style was AWFUL. Who wears caked on glitter eye shadow with sweaty bangs and glasses with no lenses and a stained polyester neon green American apparel dress? It was intentionally awful, and intentionally cheap and sweaty looking. The idea was you were hot not cuz you were conventionally pretty, but cuz you were fun! And fun people were relaxed people who didn’t give a shit about looking put together. Fun people are also people who party a lot, and if you wear shitty clothes that look thrown together, with a drop of irony cuz you again, don’t give a shit, and are always sweaty with lazily applied makeup, you look like you’re a good time. So most visible figures of the indie sleaze scene were two kinds of people who could achieve this: rich people who could afford to look sweaty and rumpled and trashy and party all the time (Alexa Chung, Chloe Sevigny, Olsen twins, lots of It Girl models), and young musicians who were happy being broke at a basement party in Brooklyn, cuz they genuinely didn’t give a shit and genuinely liked to party. It also coincided with the 2008 recession so affordability for almost everything went out the window.

2. The music at the time can be characterized similarly. It was messy and clanging and sloppy and unpolished. Due to everyone being broke, a lot of musicians leaned heavily on Synthesizers because of how cheap they were compared to how infinite their sound output could be. So you’ll find a lot of electro-punk sounding stuff, which to a young person now wouldn’t sound that groundbreaking but it was back then. The more rough and ready it was, like you made it yourself in your apartment, the more indie sleaze it was. And this sounds counterintuitive, but it was meant to also sound unpleasant. Singing slightly off beat or pace with the melody, or over processing your voice so it sounds almost like you blew the mic, distorting your voice, bad harmonies or just bad singing lol, sounds that were jarring like cow bells and harsh snares and other odd instruments that make for a syncopated sound. Like the aesthetic, intentionally “bad” to push the boundaries of what is actually important when it comes to making music and to push back against the glossy elitist pop of the 2000s. (also funny to see all the glitch haters pop up recently cuz if you can’t handle anything that isn’t glossy clean pop, you’d have HATED indie sleaze lmaoooooooo)

3. I think in general it also helps to contextualize it with the platforms it was “performed” on, if you will. Facebook was the primary place, albums in particular. Not sure of your age, anon, but in the late 2000s/early2010s, people would run around with digital cameras like a Nikon Coolpix, dump the memory card onto their computer, via iPhoto usually, and upload an album of those photos. Typically a party, a weekend, a trip, what have you. (It’s funny cuz people are doing that now with the “photo dump” on IG but time is a flat circle and humanity always gravitate towards the same habits if allowed lmao) This timeline of performance is important because it’s what made indie sleaze, and all pre-social media movements, so ephemeral and very much “you had to be there.” At the indie sleaze party or concert, in whatever basement or Brooklyn warehouse or whatever you were in, you took photos yes. But due to the memory card upload process, those photos could only be seen days later. So if you weren’t hanging out with the right people, in the right places, you couldn’t access the movement because by the time you knew about the events, they were over. That ephemeral nature also made it exclusive. Truly, in a literal sense, if you knew you knew, and if you didn’t, you didn’t.

4. The term indie sleaze actually didn’t exist until like last year. At the time, there was little delineation between “indie sleeze” and “twee” and whatever else. It was all just called “hipster” style. Only recently, as always is the case with documenting recent histories, have we had enough distance to pull from references and create a name for it. And start to separate the twee from the punk from the indie sleaze. i can do it now but I couldn’t do it back then.

For a visual, the indie sleaze Instagram is a good recourse, as well as indie sleaze playlists on Spotify. Some of them are, like, wrong lol, but if you see a lot of sleigh bells, yeah yeah yeahs, LCD soundsystem, metric, Beth ditto, the kills, bloc party, MIA, Los campesinos, MGMT, Santigold, Grizzly Bear, early grimes, crystal castles, ratatat, justice, and Girltalk (I’m sorry in advance) then you’re in the right place.

#I’m very bored but kind of have a cold so I can’t do much #so I wrote all this with a slight fever sorry if it doesn’t make a ton of sense #normally I’d say google cuz there are lots of articles now that have links to things #but I’m bored and that means I’ll answer most anything haha

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go-see-a-starwar · 2 years

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I posted 840 times in 2022

That's 840 more posts than 2021!

67 posts created (8%)

773 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gffa

@that-gay-jedi

@hayden-christensen

@coldwaughtered

@himboskywalker

I tagged 840 of my posts in 2022

#hayden christensen - 435 posts

#anakin skywalker - 422 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 230 posts

#fanart - 166 posts

#rots - 159 posts

#ewan mcgregor - 143 posts

#kenobi series - 134 posts

#aotc - 75 posts

#fave - 67 posts

#padme amidala - 63 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#his gently downward sloped eyes and close-lipped smile i need to be muzzled and packed neatly into a barrel then launched off niagara falls

My Top Posts in 2022:

How it started:

How it’s going:

1,339 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

Before meeting her again on Coruscant, Anakin finds a sketch he made of Padme

From Anakin: Apprentice [by Marc Cerasini and illustrated by Tommy Lee Edwards]

1,563 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

I don’t know if it can be properly conveyed how much shit was thrown Hayden’s way when his prequel movies came out. Just a metric fuckton of crap. After AOTC (and only in his very early 20s) he was swiftly made the Star Wars pariah, and ROTS did little to assuage that. A lot of the dissatisfaction with the prequels somehow fell on him, both his turns as Anakin got Razzie “Awards”, his name became synonymous with bad, wooden acting.

Over the years the opinion of his performance shifted to Hayden being an unfortunate victim of George Lucas' writing and directing, saddled with lines no actor could make work. But even that opinion still largely discounted Hayden's acting ability.

For him to come back after 17 years to the role he got so much flack for, have his big scene show not even half of his face (and have that face caked in makeup and prosthetic), have his voice distorted, and still deliver the way he did? Still convey all the rage and evil and arrogance but also pain and sadness within Vader? Show everyone this is why he landed the role two decades ago, because he can be frightening and vulnerable and devastating even with just one eye and the corner of his mouth visible? Show everyone he is Anakin/Vader, and make everyone consider he was good all along? Incredible, amazing, the chosen one indeed. Thanks Deborah Chow and Ewan for making this show, thank you Hayden for coming back.

3,416 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

My dudes what exactly do you think is being acknowledged in these scenes?

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3,560 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Finding out they gave Hayden full luxurious ROTS Anakin hair and then proceeded to not show a single frame of it in Kenobi.

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5,026 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #long post #that tag wasn’t even mine it was a prev tag #thanks for indulging me and my hayden hyperfixation #I’m probably gonna be worse next year XD #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #2022

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pansy-picnics · 1 year

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Lance is THE dad, he throws the kids surprise parties and makes the cakes himself even tho he can’t really bake cakes THAT well and all the kids ADORE it

Hugo had a hard time with his first surprise party because he’d been adjusting well visibly but having everyone in one room was kind of startling for him. Like, seeing Eugene and Lance being so unbothered by this made him go “What if I’m never going to be like that?” And he panicked, and Lance UNDERSTOOD. Rapunzel wanted to check on him, but Lance understood, so he insisted that everyone give him a few minutes alone. And then he went to check on her. And Hugo’s just not having a good time, but because they’re still Hugo, he’s holding his face up and going “My makeup isn’t waterproof-“ and Lance looks around and tells him Catalina has some that is waterproof that she’d let him borrow and Hugo just sobs because he’s so unsure about people treating him well, having food, and he’s so confused about the fact that there are still orphans on the street. And Lance tells her about how just them, Eugene, Lance, Catalina, and Angry being there has helped orphans. Funding is higher than ever, more kids are being adopted, and everyone is basically unable to ignore orphans. The soon-to-be king and a royal engineer being orphans naturally resulted in lots of funding from the king, and Lance tells Hugo that he and Eugene will go down to the orphanages and have little classes with the kids, and Hugo is welcome to join them. And she’s just DISTRAUGHT because the idea of that happening makes him so happy and they can’t believe people are being that nice to orphans like him now. This IS about the rat now, and Lance, because their dynamic fills me with wonder because we need more dynamics with queer kids/teens and queer adults supporting them

AUGJGJGJGJGGGH NO LITERALLY IM SOOOOOO,,,,,,,, if lance and eugene have done anything its a TON of activism for struggling kids and pushing change for the justice system overall. i think they have a ton of programs for kids who have been exposed to a life of crime and just people who are struggling in general? IDK I CAN’T EXPLAIN IT VERY WELL BUT YK WHAT I MEAN. god thr dynamic between the former thieves is SOOO. it makes me SICK. AND HUGO STILL FEELS LIKE HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO BE THERE. he feels like he doesn’t deserve the time of day and he’s still afraid of getting too settled there because he feels like varian’s inevitably gonna get sick of him and throw him to the streets again. so those simple gestures mean SO MUCH to her just to know that like she might not feel like she deserves that life yet but there are other kids out there who are doing better

GODD i just am so ill about how they support each other and the people around them. lance and eugene totally bring hugo and the girls with them to hang out with the kids and hugo lets them all play with olivia while they all tell them stories about their adventures and lance and eugene are acting everything out like the drama queens they are. just the fact that they know it’s not perfect but it’s getting BETTER and they want to do whatever they can to make it a little easier for the people involved who haven’t been as lucky as they have i’m so

hugo just being concerned abt their makeup running is also so real. lance finds it amusing in a loving way because eugene would quite literally be the same.

#tts headcanons #ask #tangled ask #vat7k #lance tag #pansy rambling again #general asks

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dishtothedeath · 2 years

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buddy, you're killing it out there | bonbon bourbon | ch1 trial | re: start

An interrogation is a guilt-presumptive process, a bombardment; we have this, that, and those, and we know it was all you, don’t take water offered, don’t make conclusive statements, don’t dig your own grave. Believability is in the nitty gritty, the fine details, and once the specifics begin to hitch, that’s when the world closes in. Give only as much information as is needed, knock at least ten sentences out of this script. Concise, concise, concise.

As the first on the scene, he knows they’ll demand it of him: where were you, when was it, what did you see? And then, you did it, you did it, you did it.

Stage lights are on. Bonbon’s nestled between Alfie and Castella like a good chickadee in a nest of canaries, just as put together in the nighttime as he is in the day. From far away, nobody can tell that his makeup’s started to cake. The cameras, they can touch him up, can break him down, but right now? They stare down at him, press down on him, crick in his shoulder, pound for pound of watching weight. Bonbon, sweet Bonbon Bourbon, this kind of situation was never meant for you. But there’s an audience, and they’re expecting another day’s performance. Somehow, scrounge it up, pin yourself down, fasten, hold it together. Lose everything you have, but never your composure. Posturing is half the game.

A gloved hand comes to raise in the air. No energetic straight arm, no rolling wrist, no dazzling fingers. Straight and serious and unbecoming of everyone’s lovable fool.

“Well, um. Hi there, everybody. I know this ain’t the, ideal circumstances fer us all t’gather in. But I figured youse’d all have questions fer the first guy on the scene, I mean, I know I would. Still a good deal, topsy-turvy, over the whole thing, but I’ma try an’ tell y’all what went down to the best that I know. An’, I apologize, real big, if I go ahead an’ croak somethin’ laugh-wise. It’s a nerves thing, I don’t mean it. Hard’ta find any o’ this funny in the slightest.”

Sharp clear of the throat. Relentless fidgeting of the cup of coffee in front of him, left hand drumming on the rim, right hand turning it a quarter turn forward, then a quarter turn back. Left hand goes up to fix some loose strands of hair in the way. Left hand adjusts the ruffle of his collar. Left hand goes back to tapping.

“Like th’thing said, was ‘bout half past midnight when I came down to th’studio kitchen. Wanted t’sneak something to drink ‘fore I hit the sack, yeah? Then I come up by the door, an’, you were there, you could see it, blood everywhere. Smell’a it gets ‘round fast, an’ it ain’t pretty. Took a look in— didn’t even really see the bananas ‘till I rounded th corner an’ saw. Ides, down there.”

Two toned eyes flick down to the coffee cup for a split second to check himself in the reflection. He looks presentable. Not good, but presentable, which is a poor eye’s good. People are more keen to believe somebody eloquent and well groomed, it conveys refinement, and refinement means that what he says is of importance. Don’t lose the details in the narrative, Bonbon.

“Had no idea ‘bout Sunny ‘till everybody found ‘im later, ‘cuz I pretty much bolted back the moment I saw the, the good judge, on the floor, that is. Clowns don’t exactly got a lotta crime scene experience, y’see, jus’ felt like I had to, to— the smell— had to get away from th’smell. All I done saw at first was the blood, but, once we got back to it, seems like they had’a buncha stabs in the front. One’a them was a ‘lil funkier than the others, a ‘lil deeper. Said they died’uva, whazzit, heart failure? I ain’t a doctor, don’t know if that’s the term fer ‘stabbed a lot’ they use in order t’be nice in the hospital, but that ain’t the kinda wound ya come back from.”

Back up, putting his head at a good angle for visibility. Keeping his breathing steady.

“That’s ‘bout it. Didn’t see anybody comin’ or goin’ from there on the way. Don’t know who was out an’ rompin’ at that hour. Jus’ saw what I saw.”

#submission #ch1 #trial #bonbon

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keep-this-place-beautiful · 2 years

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Vignette 0.1

There’s a pop, like a car backfiring. Just once.

Then the ambulances and the sirens and the empathetic first responders in their blue Dickies with the crackling radios, the way their efficiency softens when they determine that they aren’t going to be rushing to the hospital, that they’re too late. They were too late before the call came.

There’s always leftovers, things they leave behind. Purple latex gloves turned wrong side out and sterile paper wrappers ripped and cast aside.

The ephemera of a disaster.

There’s a lot of things to burn with this kind of mess, things with blood and body fluids on them.

But there’s things to do and that makes it easier for a little while.

There’s a casket to pick out and the phone keeps ringing. The obituary to send over to the paper, where the receptionist looks empathetic. Even with all the euphemisms, this is a small town and she knows “passed away” shouldn’t end with the period, that in the white space, everyone knows “by choice” follows.

There’s the ancient kitchen table, wood scuffed down to raw pine, in house built decades ago by hand, the family homestead. There’s no heirlooms here, just generations functionality, plain and worn, etched with life. The table looms in the small kitchen, precariously loaded with heavy casseroles and pies, because when there aren’t sufficient words, there’s shortening and cream of mushroom soup and butter. The Southern way of, “I don’t know what to say to make this better.” The gesture of “We don’t know what to do but we’re so, so sorry” and “Thank god it isn’t us” and the whispers of “something always seemed a little off, bless her heart, I wonder why it came to this.”

It takes two to three business days get surprise funerals in order, just like mailing a letter, standard post, but here, it’s shipping the deceased back to the center of the earth, lowering, trying not to think about groundwater and the way everything turns boggy in the summer.

There’s mosquitos in graveside attendance, too, in droves, and melting makeup, from humidity and sweat and grief. The itching and humming and sweating, the way suits and oxfords chafe. It’s a nice distraction, a tangible discomfort to direct the more nebulous, unformed suffering towards. Something to focus on, smaller than the void that opens up, deeper and more infinitely yawning than the red clay sides of a new grave.

If it were a movie, there’d be uniform black, even the cars. But this is generations of functionality next to a family plot so the cousins are tugging at suit jacket sleeves, too short, maybe borrowed, and her brother’s wearing overalls because he’s too big around to even attempt a suit, a heavy smell of hairspray and Walmart cologne and fresh-churned red dirt heavy in the stagnant air.

At the end of it, the ladies from town are gone and dusk is settling, all golden pink and there’s still a table full of coagulating casseroles and sweating pies, frosting sliding off pound cake in the heat, and darkness, silence, except for the deafening, incessant whine of the crickets as sunset gives way to the pitch black a night with no streetlights, of the rest of life without. Without what is harder to define. Without anything.

There’s no more visible blood and in the stillness of the first night, there’s nothing left except trying not to think about whether they burned the mattress or if someone’s covered it up. The almost scientific way they speculated if she could’ve survived. If the sound was breath or the gurgling death rattle. Voluntary or involuntary. Choice or inevitable.

#keepthisplacebeautiful

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ipsomaniac · 2 years

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dialogue in Rings of Power is like

#lotr #rings of power is atrocious #the costumes. THE HAIRDOS OMG why do all the male elves have. SLICKED BACK QUIFFS.#galadriel's brother has a short back & sides english lad haircut #celebrimbor is some willy wonka-ass mofo #everyone is caked in visible makeup #the whole thing looks like an oversaturated videogame #and that's just the cosmetic shit...#most expensive budget TV i've ever seen #rings of power

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rovermcfly · 3 years

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I'm so tired of only ever seeing perfectly smooth and symmetrical faces, extremely straight and white teeth, flawless makeup and the most perfecly styled hair where there is never a strand out of place

like it genuinely makes my brain make a cartoon car running out of gas noise to open youtube or watch a movie or whatever and never see a person that actually looks like a human being

even if they're dishevelled there's such precision about it that I can never suspend my disbelief anymore because I just know so consciously, I can tell so obviously, that I'm watching an actor who went through hair and makeup to look like this, like the most sanitised version of whatever they are representing, be it a character at their best, a character at their worst, or even just themselves

#it makes me wanna scream #it's like every woman's face is morphing into the same because there is one (1) makeup and hair style allowed #and not even men are allowed to look human anymore they're also all caked in makeup and filters and chosen bc they look like all the others #and don't even get me started on the bodies #that we are only allowed to perceive at such a specific moment in time where they fit this narrow idea of perfect #so unless they are dehydrated and starving to accentuate their abs and shit we're not even allowed to see them #just...#I just wanna see humans #with hair and skin and teeth #people with choppy haircuts and visible pores and uneven teeth #EVERYONE HAS THE SAME TEETH AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE

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Markiplier x Depressed!Daughter!Reader - Voices

Requested by: azullluna

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(Y/n) felt numb as she sat beside her bed. Fat tears ran down her face without any sign of stopping, flowing over barely visible bruises that had been healing for days. She wanted to stop crying, she wanted to love herself and be brave in front of others, but she wasn’t and couldn’t.

The voices were so loud..

They tortured her, filling her mind with poison. They told her things she didn’t want to hear, but after listening to them for so long, she began to believe them. And the voices weren’t just in her head, they were outside it too, resonating from people she saw nearly every day.

They would only laugh and work hard to make (Y/n)’s life miserable. Everyone seemed to be against her, the teachers, the principal, her classmates, everyone. Well, everyone except her father and his friends, but they didn’t know about the bullying and she didn’t dare tell any of them.

What if they agreed with it?

They will

They’ll agree

They hate you

Everyone hates you

The alarm clock beside her showed the time. “6:57? Great.. Only around 45 minutes until my regularly scheduled hell.” (Y/n) was so tired. She hardly slept, her anxiety keeping her up until the ungodly hours of the morning, not allowing for much rest. How many times had she used makeup in order to hide the dark circles under her eyes and the bruises on her face? Too many to count. (Y/n) just didn’t want her dad to worry.

But why would he be worried?

He doesn’t care

The alarm clock rang and (Y/n) covered her ears as more tears flowed down her face.

It’s so loud..

It’s too loud..

She shut the device off and grabbed a hoodie. She couldn’t let her dad see the bruises. (Y/n) did her make up, concealer and foundation covering the imperfections of her face. Walking out of the bedroom, fully dressed for the day, she trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. There at the stove was her father, Mark Fischbach.

Noticing her presence in the room, he turned around and smiled at her. “Hey there, princess! Good morning!” He looked so happy. (Y/n) was secretly jealous of that happiness. She wanted to be just as happy as him but she couldn’t be. It was impossible. She forced a smile and waved to him. “Morning, dad.” Chica and Henry, the family’s two dogs, ran up to her excitedly, their tails wagging behind them. (Y/n) pet them, her hands feeling heavy and the sounds around her beginning to sound too loud for her tired body to process as she tried to prevent them from licking her face and thus removing her makeup.

“I made pancakes, do you want any?” Asked her father and she shook her head. “I’m not hungry. Thanks though.” That was a lie. (Y/n) was starving and the smell of the griddle cakes certainly wasn’t helping. However, she didn’t want to eat anything.

It would be a shame if you got any bigger

Mark frowned at her refusal. Sure, he didn’t want to force food on her, but he noticed just how many times she had skipped breakfast lately. Pancakes were her favorite, and she refused them? That was odd. “Honey, are you feeling okay? You haven’t been acting like yourself recently.”

“I’m fine, dad.” The reply, to (Y/n)’s horror, sounded much more rushed than she meant it to be. Her dad was watching her, his eyes scanning her as if trying to find the answer to an unspoken question. “I.. need to go. See you later.” She said shakily, rushing away and out the door not hearing what her dad called after her.

Coward

When she arrived at school, (Y/n) was distracted by the memory of the look her father gave her. “Does he know? He couldn’t. I’ve been so careful. Was he worried about me?”

No he wasn’t

He doesn’t care

She walked into the classroom, being the first one in per usual. (Y/n) sat down at her desk and waited for the torture to start. Just like earlier this morning, she felt numb. You’d think that because of who her dad was, she would be a popular kid at school. She was, only it wasn’t a good kind of popular. Being the daughter of Makiplier meant that any complaints of bullying she had didn’t matter, especially if those complaints were about the spoiled brats of the rich parents who helped fund the many school projects and trips. They said she was only trying to seek attention and that her supposed bullies were “golden children” who could do no wrong.

No one cares about you

Attention seeker

As students began to arrive in the classroom, (Y/n) stayed quiet. Of course, her pretending to not exist didn’t mean that people couldn’t see her. Throughout the day, the voices got louder and louder with every smirk, jeer, and hit. She was shoved into lockers, punched multiple times for no reason, tripped by people in the classrooms and cafeteria alike, threatened by a teacher for speaking up and nearly falling asleep in class, and kicked in the legs just because.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop the tears that fell as she sat in the girl’s bathroom, hiding from her classmates who were about to leave school. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve this treatment.

Cry Baby

Worthless

Drama Queen

They never stopped, no matter how much she begged or pleaded. She was alone, so very alone. Everyone knew who her dad was (most of the school watched his YouTube channel and then word moved around fast), but they used that against her.

You’re not pretty enough to be Markiplier’s daughter

Ugly

You weren’t even planned

You’re a literal accident

I bet he secretly regrets having and raising you. You’ve probably caused him so much trouble

Burden

Waste of space

Every day, every hour, every minute, the voices shouted louder and louder till she could barely hear anything else. (Y/n) had grown far too used to this treatment and her self esteem was at an all-time low. Everyone just seemed to have left her life and taken her happiness with them, leaving her behind in the dust to pick up the pieces of her broken heart and mind.

Evil thoughts of pain and death had started to flood her mind long ago, but she didn’t want to die. How would her father react? How would everyone react? Would they miss her? Would they regret the bullying?

They wouldn’t miss you

No one cares

They’d be glad you’re gone

They’d regret nothing

The voices continued to spread their poison as she finally managed to calm herself down enough to leave the bathroom and go home.

When she returned from school, (Y/n) noticed new voices in the house. Irish and English alike, there were definitely guests here. She was able to recognize them and quickly moved through the house when she thought no one was looking. Her dad had probably told her that Jack, Ethan, Bob, Wade, Ethan, and Amy were coming over, but she had forgotten.

Useless

She got scared suddenly when she noticed Jack in the hallway leading to the stairs, talking to Ethan. They suddenly noticed her and smiled. “(Y/n)! Hi! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you! How was school?” Now she was really panicking. He couldn’t know. He’d probably tell her dad.

“Uhh.. hi, Jack! School was.. Uh.. it was good I guess. School being what it is.” One after the other, Jack and Ethan opened their arms for hugs and she complied, though she hid a wince when they accidentally squeezed her fresh injuries.

When the embraces ceased, she excused herself and ran up to her room without greeting anyone else. She closed the door and walked over to the mirror, taking off her sweater to observe the damage. Looking at what happened to her arms, she frowned. It didn’t look good at all. It would definitely take some time to treat these. “Better now than later.” She thought as she walked over to her desk, taking out a first aid kit. She turned on some music and got to work.

-downstairs-

Mark looked at the clock on his phone and frowned. “(Y/n) should’ve been home by now.” He checked his texts and email, but there was nothing from her school so that ruled detention out. “What’s wrong?” Asked Wade as he watched his friend in concern. “I expected (Y/n) to already have been home, but I don’t know where she is.”

“Oh, (Y/n)? Don’t worry, she’s already here, we saw her. She should be up in her room.” Said Jack who walked in alongside Ethan. “Seriously? Dang, I didn’t hear her come in.” Said Mark in surprise but then he noticed Ethan frowning. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m worried about her. (Y/n) I mean. She seemed kinda off when she came home. I don’t know if there was a test today or..?” Mark shook his head sadly. “I noticed her acting odd this morning. I’ll go talk to her. You guys discuss pizza toppings and movie options, I’ll go check on my daughter.”

As he walked up the stairs, Mark ran through possibilities in his head. “Maybe she didn’t eat this morning because she was too nervous about something? Tests sometimes do that to a person, especially if they forgot to study. Maybe that’s it? Or, maybe she just wasn’t hungry? Maybe I’m overthinking this?”

He arrived at the door to (Y/n)’s bedroom and knocked. “Hey, sweetie, it’s me. Can I come in?” There was no reply. He tried again. “Are you okay in there?” Nothing. Now he was worried.

“(Y/n)? I’m coming in.”

Mark opened the door and was horrified by what he saw. There sat his daughter on her bed, without a hoodie on, and with large, dark bruises littering her arms which were on full display. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she noticed him looking at her. She had earbuds in so she hadn’t heard him knock and she was treating her bruises before he had entered. Mark closed the door behind him and approached her.

“What happened?”

He was so nervous and he noticed that she was shaking more and more with every step he took. Her breathing was becoming faster and faster and tears began to flow from her eyes, wiping away makeup which he hadn’t noticed was applied. When had she suddenly gotten such dark circles under her eyes, and was that a bruise? “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” (Y/n) was whimpering and she began to hug herself, as if afraid I was going to hurt her. “Hey, hey it’s okay. You can tell me what’s going on. What happened? Who did this?”

(Y/n) wasn’t speaking and instead began to cry even harder. Mark’s heart nearly stopped. He prayed that she wasn’t doing any of this to herself. He had lost people this way before and he didn’t know what he would do if his own daughter was the next victim. He began questioning everything. “How long has this been going on? How did I never notice it? Is it because of me? Am I not good enough? Did I do something wrong?”

All his questions quickly melted away as he heard the choked sobs of his daughter. “Too much.. Everyone.. They won’t stop.. They hurt me and then no one.. believes me when I complain. They think.. I’m just looking for attention. And the voices.. They’re so loud.” Mark managed to put the pieces together in his mind and his eyes widened.

“Are you being bullied?”

(Y/n) nodded and Mark held his daughter gently as she cried into his shoulder. He didn’t understand why she was being picked on. Why hadn’t he been told yet? Why was he only finding out now, when the damage was so heavy? He’d certainly be having a word with the principal about this. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.”

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” She started apologizing and he was quick to shush her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Why didn’t you tell me this was going on? Do the teachers know?” She managed to choke out an “I didn’t want to be a burden, and they don’t care. They only care about their rich “Golden Children”.” Mark shook his head sadly. “You aren’t a burden. I don’t know who’s been telling you that, but it isn’t true. I care about you so much and you are such an amazing person, (Y/n).”

He’s lying

“No.. you’re wrong. I’m fat, and stupid, and ugly, and just a burden to eveyone I’m around. I don’t deserve to be your daughter. You deserve someone better. You can stop pretending to care. I already know you don’t. You’re probably so disappointed in me.”

Mark was enraged at what he was hearing but kept his voice calm. “No, you’re wrong. If you’re thinking all that stuff then you don’t know anything. I love you so much. You are beautiful, and smart, and you make me so incredibly happy. No matter what anyone else, or those voices say, you can’t ever make me not love you. No matter what you do, I will always love you.”

“But-”

“No no no. Listen to my voice. Focus on me, not on those demons. You are important. You are loved. You have a purpose. What other people think, it doesn’t matter because you have worth. They don’t know what they’re talking about. Love you for you because that’s what really matters. You are one of the most important people in my life and if I could get you to understand just how much you mean to me, I’d do everything in my power to prove it. I love you.”

“Dad..” (Y/n)’s voice trailed off as she rested in his arms, emotionally worn out. Mark rocked her side to side in a warm embrace, whispering soft nothing in her ear. When he pulled away, he noticed that she was beginning to smile. Mark could tell, it was real this time. It would take time for her to heal and recover, but it would be okay. He would be there for her every step of the way.

Just then, her stomach let out a loud rumble. He smirked as (Y/n) blushed in embarrassment. “You hungry? We’re thinking of ordering pizza.” She smiled and nodded, the sound of food making her empty stomach rumble again. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Mark gave her one last hug before helping her treat her bruises. (Y/n) pulled on a fresh hoodie and followed him downstairs.

At the sight of her, Jack and Ethan smiled and waved, which surprised the young Fischbach. Everyone there was so happy and excited to see her and slowly but surely the voices began to get quieter and quieter until all that remained was the laughter and comfort that came from her father and their friends.

The movie night was fun. You and Jack argued together against the others about accepting pineapple as a pizza topping. Bob and Wade recalled stories about their college days and stupid stuff that happened recently, which made everyone laugh. They all had a pillow fight while waiting for the pizza to arrive, Mark and Ethan started a mini food fight with popcorn, much to Chica and Henry’s delight, and the pizza was eaten while everyone watched an older movie called “Return to Me”.

(Y/n) felt sleepy as she stared at the tv. She sat next to her dad who had his arm around his girlfriend, Amy. The voices, telling her she didn’t belong there returned, but this time, she rejected them. She knew the truth, and the negative words spewed nothing but lies. She knew that they would never completely go away, and the actions of those that hurt her could never be taken back, but she felt content knowing that even if people disliked or hated her, her father at least would be there to help her drown out her demons.

As the movie neared its end, Mark felt a small pressure on his arm. Looking over, he smiled when he found his daughter fast asleep and resting against him. “Good night, (Y/n).. I love you so much.” He whispered, kissing her forehead gently and he could’ve sworn he saw a smile creep onto her face. Yeah.. everything would turn out alright.

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Suicide Hotline Number: 988

Remember that you are appreciated and loved. Even if you don't think so, there will always be one person who cares about you, even if you don't know them. You are special and you have a purpose in life. Never give up on yourself, no matter what other people say

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piastrinorris · 2 years

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[Kicks in your door, visibly vibrating]

HELLO MY LOVE did you really expect me to see the prompt "Being cast as the main characters in a school play and having to perform a romantic confession scene together. You're okay with it since it's your friend playing the love interest, and they (probably) don't mean it anyway. But when they start acting it out, it almost feels real. Once the scene has ended, you realize how much you wished it was" AND NOT IMMEDIATELY SEND IT IN FOR ONE MR. EDDIE MUNSON!?

Anyway that's what I'm doing, and adding in a Brennan Lee Mulligan style pleEEEEASE for good measure.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1590

A/N: This ended up being FAR too long for a drabble since I ended up using actual lines from the actual play and stuff, but how could I not. Anyway, I love you @denim-mixtapes and I hope I did Little Shop of Horrors justice!!!

Backstage, the buzz of excitement and gossip and last-minute stress is very loud everywhere except within your radius, where everyone quietens down. It's no secret that you and your on-and-off boyfriend had The Argument To End All Arguments a week prior, and you'd understandably been off your game, but you couldn't miss opening night. Especially not with how excited your director was at the chance to perform her new favourite off-Broadway show, Little Shop of Horrors.

An almost eldritch amount of eyes follow you to your dressing area, and you try your absolute hardest to maintain your composure the entire time. You let out a heavy sigh once you get to your dressing table, sitting in your seat and staring at your reflection as you hold your head in your hands.

Why is it all on me? you silently ask yourself. I did everything to make him happy and it still wasn't enough. You and your co-star, Eddie, had even made sure to never even kiss on stage, despite your director's anguish. You didn't want... him to get upset at seeing you kiss someone else, and Eddie was happy enough to keep to your boundaries. Plus, it was way more fun to goof around together acting as though you were in a far more exaggerated "passionate embrace" than your scripts let on.

His voice saying, "Knock knock!" behind the curtain that separates your dressing area from his takes you out of your own headspace, thankfully. You invite him in and see him all dressed up. No matter the costume department's best efforts, no wig could contain that hair, so Eddie wore it in a ponytail, with Seymour's big glasses framing his soft eyes. "Nervous?"

You gesture around you. "Actually no, the constant gossip that I know is about me is doing nothing for me, especially not on top of first-night anxiety. God, who'd feel like that?!"

Eddie laughs, putting his hand on your shoulder. "You're gonna kick their ass. And the Asshole's ass. And all that anxiety's ass. Good job this isn't a matinee, you'll be too tired from all the ass-kicking!"

You laugh, "Thanks, Eddie. You're the best." Despite being caked in makeup, a slight blush still forms across his cheeks. Eddie's been great, this whole time. Every time you've been nervous about playing Audrey, Eddie has a way of making you feel like she's an extension of you. Even if it took him a really long time to get used to you doing her voice.

Act One goes smoothly enough. You're able to spot your family in the crowd, so you have an extra anchor around to keep you going even at times when Eddie is offstage. But at one point, as you're watching from the wings, you watch as Eddie double-takes, and for a fleeting moment a look of anger appears on his face. It's not enough to break character, but enough for you as someone who's helped him through his lines a million times to notice it isn't part of the routine. You scan the crowd, and feel your stomach fall as you see it. Him. Why is he here when he was the one who broke it off?!

Eddie high-fives the tech crew as he runs off from the end of Act One, and finds you pacing up and down. He knows immediately. "Hey. I saw him, too. But you know what? C'mere, look at me," he takes your hand and holds it high, just beneath your faces so he knows you're focusing on him. "We're not gonna let that jackass ruin opening night, you know why?" You shake your head. "Because he's Y/N's problem. And tonight, you're Audrey. And I'm Seymour. And the night doesn't end until we get ultimately tragically devoured by a big, foam-y plant puppet. Right?" he asks with a grin as you laugh. You nod and he kisses your knuckles. "That's my Audrey!"

Thankfully, you'd rehearsed your part as Audrey so much that you could afford a little less effort into concentrating on lines, as you know them in your sleep, and a little more into making sure you don't look in his direction again. You get through the first number of the act just fine. Eddie runs offstage for a second, just as the script says.

The script mentions donning a leather jacket, which obviously Eddie usually has on him. But his is a hand-me-down about two sizes too big, that's always looked boxy on him. The costume department have apparently decided to give Seymour one that fits. And it fits Eddie... Real nice.

Eddie asks, "What do you think?" and in the moment, something makes you forget that you're on stage. Forgetting anything about stage direction, you keep staring, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. Eddie continues, "You... don't like it?" and you're brought back into the moment. Thankfully, you're supposed to be overwhelmed in character anyway, so stammering and running away is actually expected of you, at least.

Eddie, in place, throws the jacket off as per his character, and moves to join yours. Usually, in this instance, you're directed to look in one specific direction, away from Eddie, as he monologues behind you. But the direction you need to be looking in... You just can't.

Eddie knows, though, and instead of following the direction, he turns your face to look at him, holding your jaw softly as he says, "Just don't cry, please. Oh, look what I did. I only bought it to impress you. That's all I ever meant to do."

Maintaining eye contact, you continue, "I don't know what's come over me. I guess I've been a little under the weather."

His thumb strokes your cheek, "It's Orin, isn't it?" He says 'Orin' with a lot more venom than usual. As though he's alluding to someone else in this case... "You've been down in the dumps ever since his mysterious disappearance. You miss him, don't you?"

Catching on, you deliver the next line as though talking about a certain someone. "Miss him? I never felt so relieved as when they told me he vanished. It was like a miracle. Not to mention all the money I've saved on Epsom salts and ace bandages." Not so much the second, but saying the first line with a certain intention empowers you.

"Then what's the matter?" Eddie asks, cocking his head.

"I feel... Guilty, I guess." The words ringing true feel like a cruel irony. "I mean, if he met with foul play or some terrible accident of some kind, then it's partly my fault, you see. Because secretly... I wished it." You falter a little at the end. You certainly had been wondering whether your relationship was going anywhere weeks prior to your breakup.

Eddie keeps you in the scene, readjusting his grip on you and looking deep into your eyes. "Audrey, you shouldn't waste one more minute worrying about that creep. There's a lotta guys would give anything to go out with you. Nice guys." The way he delivers those lines in particular is like nothing you've ever heard from rehearsal. You could easily kid yourself into thinking he's saying them about you...

"I don't deserve a nice guy, Seymour," saying the character's name aloud once again reminds you that these are someone else's words, and actions, with intentions completely separate from your own life.

That all flies out of the window when Eddie's hold on you tightens as he says, "That's. Not. True."

Knowing that where you're both currently sat is so far off-book, you wonder how much longer until your director starts pulling you back to your intended spots herself. You take the initiative to walk across the stage, again reminding yourself that this is all just a play, and anything else is pure coincidence.

You carry on your performance just fine, but something seems different about how Eddie's performing. If the song didn't constantly refer to the character's name, you're so sure you could replace it with the name Eddie and the song would ring just as true. Every moment you're not singing, you're thinking. Every time you and... Him would have an argument, Eddie would be sympathetic to a point. He'd respect your boundaries, but made no attempt at respecting him in the slightest. He was fine with you going into theater, until he saw you and Eddie interacting for the first time, and then he really wasn't.

You feel stupid for not realising sooner. It wasn't ever a jealousy of anyone getting to perform with you, or he'd have voiced it sooner. He didn't want you getting too close to Eddie, because then you'd realise what love is meant to feel like. It's meant to feel just like this.

As the song comes to an end, you decide to pull an Eddie and go far from the way you've been practicing this scene in particular - by doing exactly what the script says. Eddie gets ready to wrap his arms around you in a big motion, but you grab his hands before it's too late and pull them towards you, letting go to wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him. His arms rest around your waist as applause fills your ears. You stay like it until the actor playing Mushnik interrupts you, as per the direction, though it does genuinely make the two of you jump.

The next time you're able to scan the crowd, you notice an empty seat that's better off that way.

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #eddie stranger things #*myfics

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thegayconsumesme · 2 years

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I headcanon Mammon, Michael, Lilith, and Raphael as siblings so- (PT. 1)

Mammon: Care for another sundae, weenie? Michael: I am not a weenie! Raphael: Relax, you’re among friends. *raises their drink* Michael: My friends don’t hang out at Weenie Hut Jr’s. Lilith: You tell ‘em, Michael! *sips their drink* Michael: Lilith, what’re you doing here? Lilith: I’m always here on Double Weenie Wednesdays.

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Mammon: Michael isn’t answering his phone Raphael: I’ll call Mammon: Lilith and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Michael: Hello?

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Mammon: I think Lilith was right. Michael: I'm surprised she hasn’t marched in here to say 'I told you so.' Raphael: She wouldn't do that. Lilith: You're right, Raphael. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that. Lilith: *turns around, the shirt she’s wearing says 'Lilith Told You So' on the back*

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Mammon: Michael, I'm sad. Michael: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Raphael: Lilith, I'm sad. Lilith, nodding: mood.

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Mammon: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet. Michael: Raphael: Lilith: Everyone Else At Mammon’s Surprise Birthday Party: Michael: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

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Mammon: Listen, I can explain... Michael: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000? Raphael: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000! Lilith: You guys are getting paid?

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Michael: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people? Mammon: Plane tickets? Raphael: Concert tickets? Lilith: Prostitution? Michael, holding his broken frames: Glasses.

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Mammon: Tonight, one of you will betray us. Michael: Is it me, Mammon? Mammon: No, it’s not you. Raphael: Is it me, Mammon? Mammon: It’s not you either. Lilith: Is it me, Mammon? Mammon: Mammon, mockingly: Is IT mE Mammon?

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Michael: You know those things will kill you, right? Mammon, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point. Raphael, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process. Lilith: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

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Michael: Dammit, Mammon! Mammon: What?! It wasn’t me! Michael: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Raphael! Raphael: Not me either. Michael: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Lilith: *whistles*

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Mammon: *Screams* Lilith: *Screams louder to assert dominance* Raphael: Should we do something?! Michael, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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[The group is a prison cell that was just hit by an earthquake] Mammon: Uh, I'm gonna roll a perception check of... 4, and see if our cell is, uh, in any way damaged by this quake Michael: You're in a prison cell :) Raphael: You did great. Well, I got a 10- Michael: You're in a prison cell with bars on it :3 Lilith: I got a 1! Michael: You're in... a cube-shaped place.

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Mammon: Wake me up… Michael: Before you go go! Raphael: When September ends… Lilith: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

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Mammon: *Gently taps table* Michael: *Taps back* Raphael: What are they doing? Lilith: Morse code. Mammon: *Aggressively taps table* Michael: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Mammon: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. Michael: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Raphael: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Lilith: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Mammon: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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*Raphael’s helping Michael out after they get injured, while the others are watching* Mammon: How does Michael look? Lilith: A little better than you, actually.

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Mammon: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling? Lilith: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Raphael? Raphael: Probably “road work ahead”. Michael: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Mammon: Yo is Lilith sleeping or dead? Michael: Hopefully dead, I hated her guts. Raphael: Yeah, so did I. Lilith: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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Mammon, Michael, and Raphael are sitting on a bench Lilith: Why do you guys look so sad? Mammon: Sit down with us so we can tell you. *Lilith sits down* Michael: The bench is freshly painted.

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Raphael: I think we're missing something. Michael: Teamwork? Mammon: Cohesion? Lilith: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Michael: How did none of you hear what I just said? Mammon: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Raphael: I got distracted about halfway through. Lilith: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Mammon: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos. Michael: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Raphael: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos? Lilith: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Mammon: Hah! 69! You know what that means? Michael: What? Raphael: That you're a child. Lilith: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

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Mammon, setting down a card: Ace of spades Raphael, pulling out an Uno card: +4 Lilith, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you Michael, trembling: What are we playing

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Michael: Can I be frank with you guys? Raphael: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Mammon: Can I still be Mammon? Lilith: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Mammon: Is stabbing someone immoral? Lilith: Not if they consent to it. Raphael: Depends who you’re stabbing. Michael: YES?!?

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me michael #obey me lilith #obey me raphael #obey me headcannons #obey me headcanons #obey me headcanon #incorrect obey me quotes #incorrect quotes

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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The One After Rowan Says Aelin

The Court - Throne of Glass x FRIENDS - Fic Series

S5, E1 : The court deals with the aftermath of a catastrophic slip-up.

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Warnings: Language, Mentions of Sex

7038 words

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“Repeat after me,” instructed the minister, standing before the bride and groom. “I, Rowan…”

“I, Rowan,” the silver-haired man repeated.

“Take thee, Lyria…”

“Take thee, Aelin…”

Shocked gasps spread through the chapel as it took Rowan a moment to realize his mistake. Eyes flying wide, he gripped Lyria’s hand tighter who was staring at him in disbelief.

“Lyria. Lyria.” Rowan emphasized with a forced chuckle.

Stunned, the minister leaned toward Lyria before asking hesitantly, “Shall I go on?”

From her seat a few aisles back, Aelin gaped as she listened to Rowan. He said her name. Her name.

It had to mean something, right? A groom doesn’t just same the wrong name during his wedding for no reason, right? Did he still want her? Love her? Like she loved him?

“He,” Aelin stuttered, leaning forward to whispering the ear of the woman sitting in front of her, “he said Aelin, right? Do you think I should go up there?” The woman didn’t pay her any attention, focused on the scene at the head of the chapel.

The minister was still waiting on Lyria to respond as she tried not to meet the eyes of people looking on with surprise and pity.

“Yes, yes, do go on.” She decided, forcing a calm expression over her humiliation and anger.

The minister nodded and announced, “I think we’d better start again. Rowan, repeat after me. I, Rowan…”

Rowan cleared his throat and said, “I, Rowan,”

“Take thee, Ly-ri-a” the minister dragged out the woman’s name as if speaking to a child.

Rowan shot an exasperated glare at the officiant but looked down at the brunette and repeated, “Take thee, Lyria.” She glared at him and forced another chuckle from his lips as he turned towards the guests and joked, “Like there’d be anybody else.”

Even Aelin cringed at the horrible attempt at humor, but it was no match for the way Lyria was glaring daggers at him.

“As my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death parts us.” The minister continued.

“As my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, until death parts us.” Rowan leaned in closer, “Really, I do. Lyria.”

People were still muttering as the minister asked for the rings.

“Lyria, place this ring on Rowan’s finger as a symbol of your bond everlasting.”

Rowan flinched as she jammed the ring forcefully onto his finger.

“Rowan, place this ring in Lyria’s hand as a symbol of the love that encircles you forever.”

“Happy to.” He chirped and gave her the ring.

Aelin, and everyone else, watched what seemed to be a train wreck unfolding as the minister declared, “Rowan and Lyria have made their declarations and it gives me great pleasure to declare them husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

People visibly winced as Rowan bent to kiss Lyria and she turned away from him only allowing him to brush his lips against her cheek. She escaped down the aisle, refusing to grab Rowan’s outstretched hand.

Aelin thought she heard Lyria mutter Just keep smiling to Rowan as they passed by.

Fenrys was standing next to Lorcan near the other bridesmaids and groomsmen. He nudged the taller man in the ribs and quipped, “Well, that went well.”

Lorcan glared down at the blond and rolled his eyes, “It could’ve been worse,” he suggested sarcastically, “he could’ve stabbed her.”

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Aelin stood with Elide, Lorcan, and Fenrys in the lobby of the reception hall as they watched Rowan try to coax Lyria out of the bathroom she’d locked herself in. They could hear her shouting at him through the door.

“You’ve ruined everything!” she called out, furiously, “This is a nightmare! My friends and family are out there! How can I face them? How can you do this me?”

The group cringed as other guests look toward the scene.

Fenrys watched them a moment before asking, “No matter what happens with Rowan and Lyria, we still get cake right?”

Lorcan snorted as Rowan tried to open the door again, “All right Lyr, you take your time sweetie. I’ll be right out here.” He plastered a fake cheerful smile on as he noticed his friends watching him with pity, “She just fixing her makeup.”

“I hate you!” Lyria screamed through the door.

“And, I love you!” he called.

Rowan walked back towards his friends. Fenrys, trying to lighten the mood, teased “Man, bad time to say the wrong name, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows even as Rowan fixed him with an incredulous glare.

“Thanks, Fen,” Rowan muttered as he clipped Fenrys on the back of the head. Then Rowan sighed and looked around at the depressing reception hall and tried to put on a happy face that came across as more of a grimace. “People should be dancing; this is a party!” Rowan whirled back towards Fenrys and urged, “Come on Fen, dance!”

Fenrys looked around at the empty dancefloor and his friends waiting patiently as he tried to dance in the music-less space for a moment before giving up and walking away.

***

Across the room, Lyria’s mother answered her ringing phone.

“Yes? Who is this?”

“Uh, hello, this is Rowan Whitethorn’s personal physician, Dr. Shifter.”

In New York, Lysandra cringed at the obviously fake accent she was attempting but pushed forward. After making Fenrys keep his phone on during the wedding ceremony and hearing Rowan’s horrible fumble, she was trying to help them fix the situation. To her and Aedion’s disappointment, they couldn’t attend the wedding due to Lysandra’s pregnancy; she was due any day now and was instructed not to fly. So, she’d have to help with damage control from across the pond.

“Who?” the older woman asked.

“Yes,” Lysandra insisted, deepening the ridiculous accent, “I’ve discovered Rowan forgot to take his…” she trailed off and Aedion prompted brain medicine, “brain medicine.” She winced at how horrible of an excuse that was, “uh, now without it, uh, in the brain of Rowan, uh women’s names are interchangeable, through…through no fault of his own.”

Lyria’s mother sighed, exasperated, “Oh my Gods, Lysandra.”

Lysandra winced again, her fake accent was as horrible as she thought.

“No, not Lysandra, Dr. Shifter.” Lysandra insisted and then exclaimed, “Oh no! You have it, too!”

The next thing Lysandra heard was the dial tone as the woman hung up.

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Elide stood by the buffet table, filling her plate when she felt Lorcan come up next to her.

“Hey,” He said in a low voice.

She glanced up at him to find him already looking at her, “Hi.”

He looked apologetic, almost nervous, in a way he normally wasn’t, and rubbed the back of his neck. “Wow, uh, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but, I know we had plans to meet up tonight and,” he stumbled over his words again as they both flashed back to the night before.

Lorcan opened the door to his hotel room to see Elide standing there.

“Hey, El, what’s up?” he stepped aside to let her in. Lorcan watched as she looked around the room, identical to her own, he was sure, and turn to face him.

He blamed it on the jetlag and the craziness of the day, but he couldn’t stop himself from admiring her. She was beautiful, and intelligent, and funny. She was also one of his best friends. Normally, he pushed down any feelings that weren’t ‘best friend’ feelings—feelings that made him want to throw caution to the wind and kiss her.

“Hey,” she said, looking at him through her lashes. “Is Fenrys here?”

Lorcan shook his head and saw relief flash across her face as he said, “Last time I saw him, he was heading out the door with that one bride’s maid and a bucket of strawberries.”

Elide raised a brow and snorted. “Sounds about right.”

He hummed in agreement, “You okay? You’re not still thinking about what that idiot told you, are you?”

That idiot being the stumbling, drunk man who’d bumped into Elide, spilled half his drink on her, looked at her and then her dress that she adored, and declared the stain an improvement, before walking away and leaving her to replay the insult in her head.

She snorted again, but it lacked any amusement. “What? You mean the jibe about how I looked better covered in scotch?” she sighed and looked away, “Whatever. I was obviously wrong about this dress.”

She looked down, but he grunted his disagreement, making her glance back up.

“What?” She questioned, confused at the look he was giving her.

“Ignore him,” Lorcan insisted, “I mean, you were the most beautiful person in the room tonight.” He told her, immediately wishing he hadn’t said that because that didn’t sound like a ‘best friend’ feeling.

But, instead of looking at him weirdly, she stepped closer and her eyes were…hopeful?

“Really?”

He cleared his throat but closed the distance between them, “Are you kidding? You’re the most beautiful woman in most rooms.”

Elide surged forward and kissed him.

It was perfect, it was Elide, it was—

“Whoa,” Lorcan pulled back and stared at her in disbelief, “What’s going on? You and I just kissed! You and I are kissing?” his brain couldn’t catch up.

“Well, not anymore.” She mumbled.

He searched her face, “How drunk are you?”

She offered him a smile, “Drunk enough to know that I want to do this. Not so drunk that you should feel guilty about taking advantage.”

Even through her quip, he could see the sincerity, and something else, something he couldn’t pinpoint, in her eyes.

“That’s the perfect amount!”

Then their lips connected again, and hands were moving, and suddenly they were on the bed.

Elide leaned back and Lorcan hovered over her as she broke away and said, “You know what’s weird?”

“What?” Lorcan trailed kisses down her neck and she shivered.

“This doesn’t feel weird.” She breathed.

He removed his mouth from her skin and looked into her face. She was right, this didn’t feel weird. It felt right.

Grinning, they both leaned back in and enjoyed a very satisfying night.

The next morning, Elide woke up in a hotel room with a large, warm body pressed against her. She smiled, thinking about what she and Lorcan did. And did. And did. Turning in his arms, she found he was already awake and watching her.

“Good morning” she yawned

He smirked, “G’morning.”

They spent who-knows-how-long lazily kissing until a loud knock sounded at the door.

Panicking, Elide’s wide eyes met Lorcan’s and she ducked beneath the covers just as Rowan barged into the room.

“I’m getting married today!” she heard from her position tucked into Lorcan’s side, the blankets soon becoming suffocating.

Lorcan’s hand snuck under the cover to rest in her hair as he slumped down in the bed, trying to make it less obvious that Elide was there. “Morning, Whitethorn.”

Elide heard Rowan close the door as he left and she popped back up, her hair in complete disarray, as she glanced at a now smirking Lorcan “Do you think he knew I was here?”

She’d left to get ready for the ceremony soon after that. Just before she needed to get to her seat, Lorcan casually found her and pulled her aside. Clearing this throat, he said, “What we did last night was...” he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“Stupid.” She offered.

“Totally stupid.” He agreed, nodding.

“What were we thinking?” She asked, fixing the sleeve of her dress.

They lapsed into silence a moment, neither looking at the other, before Lorcan asked, “I’m coming over tonight though, right?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Elide confirmed and subtly winked as she walked to her seat.

Lorcan kept talking, drawing them both back into the present, “I’m kind of worried about what it might do to our friendship.”

Elide sighed, “I know,” She glanced around and asked him worriedly, “How could we have let this happen?”

She didn’t regret the previous night, if anything, it was the fact that she didn’t regret it that alarmed her. She valued her friendship with Lorcan so much and hoped that whatever this was didn’t mess that up. Even though they both seemed to thoroughly enjoy themselves, a fact she was reminded of as he added, “Seven times.”

She allowed a smirk and she saw it mirrored on his own mouth.

“Well, you know, we were away…” She tried to justify.

Lorcan nodded eagerly, “In a foreign, romantic country…”

Elide hummed in agreement, “I blame London.”

“London,” Lorcan grunted disapprovingly.

They looked at each other for a long moment before Elide said, “So um, while we’re still in London,” Elide watched as Lorcan raised a brow, waiting for her to continue, “I mean, we can keep doing it right?”

Lorcan suppressed a grin. “Well, I don’t see that we have a choice. But, when we’re back home, we don’t do it.”

Elide nodded, though part of her didn’t want to think that far ahead, “Only here.”

Lorcan stepped closer to her, towering over her shorter frame, “You know, I saw a wine cellar downstairs—”

“I’ll meet you there in two minutes.”

Elide didn’t miss the wide smirk he flashed her before he disappeared around the corner.

She counted to one hundred and was just about to follow Lorcan out when Aelin rushed up to her side.

“El, I have to ask you something,” Aelin said desperately.

As much as Elide loved Aelin and wanted to help her, she knew Lorcan would be in the wine cellar now waiting for her to join him.

“Now?”

Aelin didn’t catch the impatience in Elide’s question. “El, Rowan said my name up there. I mean, come on, I can’t just pretend that didn’t happen, can I?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” This was definitely a conversation she wished they were having any other time.

Aelin urged Elide for advice, “Elide, what should I do?”

“Just, uh, do the right thing.”

“What?” Aelin asked, clearly upset Elide wasn’t giving her her full attention.

Normally, Elide would be offering advice and suggestions, making sure Aelin didn’t do something too insane, but at the moment she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering back to the night before and the feel of Lorcan’s hands on her, as she babbled, “Toe the line, thread the needle, Think outside the box!”

Elide tried slipping away but Aelin stopped her again, “Whoa, wait,” Aelin sighed, “I think I’m just going to talk to Rowan about what he thinks it meant.”

Elide halted and turned back towards her friend. “Aelin, wait” the blonde met her eyes, and Elide said regretfully, “No, he’s married. Married. If you don’t realize that, I can’t help you.”

Aelin closed her eyes and nodded, “Okay, you’re right,” as Aelin opened her eyes Elide offered a small, sad smile. Her smile dropped as Aelin whipped around and finished, “You’re right, you can’t help me.”

Elide rolled her eyes but finally left to find the wine cellar. She wandered for a little while before she found the cellar, but no Lorcan.

Making her way back to the reception hall, she saw him back at the refreshment table.

“Where were you?” she hissed, “We were supposed to meet in the cellar.”

“Forget it, that’s off.” He told her under his breath.

“Why?” Elide asked incredulously

Almost as if he heard her question, Lyria’s very drunk father wandered into the hall and slurred loudly, “The next tour of the wine cellar will plan in two…in two minutes.”

Elide cringed and shared a nod with Lorcan as Fenrys walked up to them with a large steak on his plate.

“Fen,” Elide demanded, “what are you doing? You promised Lysandra you wouldn’t eat meat until she had the baby!”

Lysandra, ever the animal lover, had been a vegetarian for as long as Elide had known the woman. To Lysandra’s horror, one of her pregnancy cravings was meat, and as much as she tried, she couldn’t help but give in. After an almost meltdown, Fenrys offered to abstain from eating meat for the duration of her pregnancy so that she could and, as Lysandra’s argument, no additional animals would be harmed. When Elide tried to question why Fenrys was doing this and not, say, Aedion, Aedion cut her off before Lysandra could hear the suggestion.

Fenrys looked between Elide and his steak, “Well, I figured we’re in another country, so it doesn’t count.”

Elide met Lorcan’s eyes and they shared a secret grin

“That’s true,” she conceded.

“The man’s got a point,” Lorcan agreed.

***

Aelin found Rowan hovering outside the bathroom door.

“Hey,” she said gently.

He startled but offered her a small, strained smile, “Hi.”

“Sorry things aren’t working out so well.” Aelin winced, unable to think of anything better to say.

Rowan shook his head and forced a laugh, “Oh no! It could be better,” he nodded and then looked towards her anxiously and asked, “but’s going to be okay, right?”

Aelin hated this. She hated having to stand here with the man she was desperately in love with and reassure him that his marriage to another woman would be alright. And as much as she honestly doubted it—because what woman wants to hear her fiancé say another woman’s name at the alter—Rowan was first, and foremost, her friend.

“Oh yeah!” She said as cheerfully as she could manage, “Of course, I mean, she’d gonna get over this, you know?” Aelin hoped not but refrained from saying that given Rowan’s dejected face. “I mean, so you said my name, you probably just said it because you saw me there. If you’d have seen a hawk in the window, you would’ve said, ‘I take thee, hawk.’

She internally cringed but Rowan nodded, reassuring himself.

Aelin went on, “You know it didn’t mean anything, it was just a mistake.” She pressed closer and allowed a sliver of hope to show in her eyes as she asked again, hoping he would disagree with her, “It didn’t mean anything, right?”

After a second’s hesitation that she may have just imagined, Rowan’s brows furrowed and he insisted, “No! No, of course, it didn’t mean anything.” He glanced towards the door then back to Aelin. “I mean, I can understand why Lyria would think it meant something, you know, because…because it’s you…” he trailed off and Aelin briefly saw highlights of their relationship flash before her eyes.

The museum dates, the love confessions, the times with their friends. She saw them break apart and mend back together. She saw a new friendship bloom, and her own feelings of love resurface even as he found happiness somewhere else.

She cleared her throat, bringing herself back to the moment, “Right.”

Stepping closer to the closed door, Rowan yelled “It didn’t! It didn’t mean anything!”

Aelin was prevented from saying something stupid as Fenrys approached and told Rowan, “Rowan, hey man, the band’s ready outside for your first dance with Lyria,” Fen trailed off as Rowan glared at him.

“Oh, oh, the band’s ready?” Rowan asked with fake interest. “Well, I—we have to do what the band says,” he whirled on Fenrys and shouted, “I don’t care about the stupid band!”

Fenrys shot Rowan an annoyed glace and wiped his face, “You spit on me, man.”

Rowan muttered a sorry before Fenrys asked, “Lyria is kind of taking a long time, huh?”

A memory surfaced in Aelin’s mind and she laughed, “You know, when I locked myself in the bathroom at my wedding,” she paused as the horrid image of Arobynn appeared but faded away as she looked back at Rowan, “it was because I was trying to pop the window out of its frame.”

The guys chuckled at the thought of Aelin maneuvering an outrageous wedding dress through a window.

“Had to get the hell out of there, you know?” she chuckled, too, before all three of them abruptly stopped and whipped their heads around to the bathroom door.

Oh shit.

“Lyria!” Rowan banged on the door, “Lyria, I’m coming in.”

Rowan threw the door open and he, Fenrys, and Aelin took in the empty bathroom, open window, and curtain flying in the wind.

“Well, look at that,” Aelin observed, “same thing.”

***

Elide and Lorcan escaped the reception hall amidst the chaos of a missing Lyria. They hastily made it to Elide’s room, hands clasped the entire way as Lorcan pulled her down the hall.

Laughing, she opened the door, fully ready to haul Lorcan towards the bed, but froze as she caught sight of Aelin sitting on her bed.

“Oh my Gods, Aelin! Hi.” Elide yelped, feeling Lorcan stumble into her as he froze, too.

He cleared his throat, “Oh, hey Aelin.” The fake calm tone he used to mask his irritation sounded too high for his ears, enough so that Aelin raised a brow at him before shaking her head and dismissing him.

Aelin didn’t wait for either of them to say another word as she exclaimed, “Rowan said my name. Okay?” She moved to sit on the edge of the bed with a slightly frantic look in her eye. “My name. Rowan said my name up there, that obviously means that he still loves me!”

Aelin looked back and forth between Elide and Lorcan desperately hoping one of them would validate what she said, but they stared at her in silence. She rolled her eyes and huffed a breath, “Fine, don’t believe me. I know I’m right.” She pointed a finger at the pair before running a hand through her hair, “Do you guys want to go downstairs and get a drink?”

At her inquisitive stare Lorcan said, “Yes, we do,” and as Elide shot him a look, he added, “But, we have to change first.”

Elide nodded vigorously, “Yes, I want to change. Why don’t you go down and get us a table?”

Aelin looked at her weirdly, but nodded as Elide told her, “We’ll be down in ten minutes.”

Lorcan subtly squeezed her shoulders and corrected, “twenty minutes.”

Lorcan didn’t miss the quick, approving look Elide shot him, or the subtle wink that Aelin was too preoccupied to notice.

The blonde hummed in agreement and grabbed her bag, “Okay, sure.”

Just as Aelin was about to leave, the phone at the bedside table started ringing. Answering, she asked, “Hello?”

Lorcan stifled an irritated groan.

“Oh Lys!” Aelin faced Elide and Lorcan as she settled down into the bed, “It’s Lysandra.”

“Great,” Elide mumbled and forced a smile as Lorcan didn’t hold back his next annoyed grunt.

Ignoring Aelin’s conversation and taking advantage of her distraction, Lorcan leaned down to say into Elide’s ear, “Hey, why don’t we go change in my room?”

She turned towards him with her brows furrowed, “But my clothes are—” her brows shot up as she caught the dark gleam in his eye, “Oh.”

At her answering smirk, he grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room.

***

Once Lorcan made sure Fenrys wasn’t in their shared room, he pulled Elide inside and locked the door.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her towards him as her hand found its place in the collar of his shirt before wrapping around his neck and pulling him for a searing kiss.

Lorcan wound a hand in her hair and pulled back enough to look at her in her dress, “El, you look—”

She smirked, but said, “No time for that,” and went back to trying to get his shirt off. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies hungrily until a loud knock sounded at the door.

They pulled away as Fenrys’ voice called out, “Hey, dude,” Lorcan closed his eyes and released a slow breath, trying to reign in his fraying temper, “let me in. I’ve got a girl out here!”

Lorcan swore as he heard giggling from the hallway, and glanced at Elide whose hair was now fluffed from where his hands had run through it, and her dress that was scrunched at her hip.

“Well, I’ve got a girl in here.”

Fenrys scoffed, “No you don’t, I just saw you go in there with Elide.”

Elide huffed and Lorcan said through gritted teeth, “Well, we’re…we’re hanging out in here.”

“Look,” Fenrys insisted again, “Which one of us is gonna be having sex in there, me or you?”

It took all of Lorcan’s willpower not to reach through the door at throttle Fenrys as he growled menacingly, “I guess I’d have to say you.”

***

Realizing that neither of their rooms were going to grant them any privacy, Elide and Lorcan went to the one place they knew wouldn’t be occupied tonight.

The honeymoon suite.

“Do you really think this is okay?” Elide asked. As much as she wanted to rip Lorcan’s clothes off and climb on top of him, she suddenly felt guilty about using Rowan and Lyria’s suite. Not that they would be using it.

As if hearing her thoughts, Lorcan muttered, “Well, Rowan and Lyria aren’t gonna use it.”

“I know, I just—” she bit her lip and looked around, “I don’t know if I feel right about this.”

Lorcan stopped trying to remove the excruciating number of throw pillows and walked towards elide. “El, El, El,” he murmured, grabbing her face in his hands, “this is the honeymoon suite.”

“Exactly.” She retorted.

He rolled his eyes, “This room expects sex.” He chuckled at her raised brow but said, “The room would be disappointed if it didn’t get sex. All of the other honeymoon suites would think it was a loser.”

She snorted, “You’re an idiot.” The insult did have any of her usually bite.

He grinned, “Maybe, but I’m an idiot you want to fuck. And now we have an unoccupied room.”

Elide rolled her eyes but grinned back, “Okay.”

“Okay.”

They’d just reached the bed when the door flew open and Lorcan barely contained a long string of curses.

“Lyria?” Rowan called, his eyes scanning the room.

Elide shot Lorcan a look and asked Rowan, “You haven’t found her?”

Rowan groaned, “No, I’ve looked everywhere!”

Lorcan, very helpfully, responded, “Well, you couldn’t have looked everywhere or else you would’ve found her!”

Elide almost pitied Lorcan for being on the end of Rowan’s glare.

“I think you should keep looking,” she suggested, drawing Rowan’s attention back.

“Yeah,” Lorcan nodded, “for about thirty minutes.”

“Or forty-five,” she quickly suggested.

Lorcan’s eyes flashed to hers and a wicked gleam shown there as he said to Rowan, without taking his eyes off her, “in forty-five minutes you could find her a few times.”

Elide grinned but quickly schooled her features as Rowan turned back in her direction.

“No,” Rowan insisted, sitting down heavily on the bed, “For all I know, she’s trying to find me but couldn’t because I kept moving around. No, from now on, I’m staying in one place. Right here.”

Elide nodded, “Well, it’s getting late.” She shot a look at Lorcan and he quickly followed her to the door.

“Yeah,” he added, “we’re gonna go.”

“Actually, do you guys mind staying here for a while?” Rowan asked, looking pitiful and so unlike his usual self.

“We have to get up early and catch that plane for New York,” Lorcan argued.

Rowan sighed, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Elide stared at Rowan a moment and had an internal battle with herself. Should she be a good friend and support Rowan when he’s upset and hurting…or should she escape and have the best sex of her life.

Groaning at her apparent conscious, she glanced at Lorcan and tried to convey that they weren’t about to skip out now. He sighed heavily but nodded almost imperceptibly.

“But,” he said through gritted teeth, “we’ll stay here with you.”

Rowan visibly brightened. “Thanks, guys. I really appreciate this.”

***

They stayed like that for hours, Rowan eventually falling asleep across both Lorcan and Elide, keeping them in place and awake despite their exhaustion, desire, and exasperation.

Lorcan groaned and dragged a hand down his face, “We have to leave for New York in an hour.”

Elide sighed, “I know,” she glanced at Lorcan and then at the doors to the suite. “I’ve been eyeing those doors; they look pretty soundproof, don’t you think?” she asked hopefully.

Lorcan winced, “We can’t do that that’s insane. I mean ‘A’ he could wake up,” his eyes flicked down to Rowan who was totally passed out, then back to her, “and ‘B’ you know, let’s go for it.”

She grinned and they both tried to carefully remove themselves from Rowan until a knock pounded and Rowan shot up and stumbled off them.

“Lyr? Lyria?” He asked, still half asleep, “Lyria?” Rowan ran out of the room and through the suite to fling the door open. It wasn’t Lyria, just her parents.

Her mother leveled a look at Rowan, “No, You can forget about Lyria, she’s not with us. We’ve come to get her things”

“Wait,” Rowan stammered, “where—where is she?”

“She in hiding,” her father answered, “She’s utterly humiliated. She doesn’t want to see you ever again.”

“Hey, you guys, check this out, a whole cart was just left—" Aelin sauntered in with tiny bottles of hair products in her hands but froze as she looked between Rowan, Lyria’s parents, Elide, and Lorcan.

“Goodbye, Whitethorn.” Lyria’s father said

“Hold on!” Rowan insisted, stopping the parents from leaving, “Look, your daughter and I are supposed to leave tonight for our honeymoon, now you,” he took another breath, “you tell her that I’m gonna be at that airport and I hope that she’ll be there too.”

Rowan ran a frustrated hand through his hair, making the ends stick up, and explained, “Yeah, I said Aelin’s name, but it didn’t mean anything, okay?”

Aelin tried her best not to let her shattering heart show on her face as she slumped into a seat at the back of the room.

He continued, “She’s just a friend and that’s all!”

She knew Rowan wasn’t trying to hurt her, Hellas, he had no idea that she was still in love with him—he was just trying to get his wife back. Gods. His wife. How could Aelin be so stupid?

She felt Elide and Lorcan sink into the chairs next to her and Elide’s subtle, comforting hand on her back.

“She’s just afraid,” Rowan kept saying, “Now just tell Lyria that I love her and that I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. Please, promise me that you’ll tell her that.”

Aelin blocked out any other conversation.

***

Elide was tired. She was exhausted from staying up all night having to deal with distressed grooms, interrupting friends, and runaway brides—if she was being honest, Elide wasn’t all that upset over the last one. She kind of hated that Rowan married Lyria, she’d never gotten a good vibe from the woman, not to mention everything that was still between Rowan and Aelin…

Sitting next to Lorcan on their flight home, she leaned in close to rest her shoulder against his arm and smiled a bit as he turned towards her.

“You know,” she said, “maybe it’s best that we never got to do it again.”

He made a noise of agreement even if she could’ve sworn she saw disappointment in his eyes.

“Yeah, it makes that one ti—night special, I guess” He almost said time but corrected himself because they did it way more times than just fucking once. A smirk played at his lips as realized, “Technically, El, we are still over international waters.”

Her eyes lit up and she grinned as she maneuvered out of her seat and told him, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, maybe I’ll see you there?” She asked coyly. Elide had taken half a step before turning back with a worried glance at him, “Airplane bathrooms are tiny, are you going to fit?”

Lorcan leaned back and smirked fully, “I’ll fit.”

She scoffed at the way his eyes darkened—it was obvious he wasn’t talking about the bathroom—but walked back there anyway.

He leaned over to watch her walk away and caught her sly wink as she slipped into the bathroom, before facing forward and coming face to face with Fenrys who’d taken Elide’s seat the moment she was gone.

“Gods,” Lorcan jumped, “what?”

“Can I ask you something?” Fenrys asked, oblivious to the growing anger emanating for Lorcan at another instance of being interrupted from his time with Elide.

“No,” Lorcan grunted and was about to get up when Fenrys grabbed his arm and dove into a conversation that Lorcan entirely blocked out.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there desperately wanting to meet Elide but being trapped in a mindless one-sided conversation, his only reprieve being the small liquor bottles he’d charged to Fenrys’ ticket.

Fenrys suddenly stopped talking as he glanced over Lorcan’s shoulder. Turning, Lorcan winced as he met the livid eyes of Elide

“Elide,” Fenrys commented, “wow, you’ve been in the bathroom for like a half-hour.”

Elide’s eyes narrowed further and Lorcan tried to look apologetic as she bit out, “I. Know.”

***

When Elide, Lorcan, and Fenrys arrived back at their building Lysandra and Aedion were waiting for them in Elide’s apartment.

After the hellos and hugs, Lysandra stepped back and narrowed her at Fenrys.

“You ate meat!” She accused.

Then she turned towards Lorcan and Elide who watched her with wide eyes, “You had sex!”

They sputtered, “No we didn’t!”

Lysandra scoffed at Lorcan, “I know you didn’t, you have the personality of a shoe, who would want to hook up with you?” She gestured at Elide, “I was talking about Elide.”

Elide forced a laugh, “What? Lysandra, I did not have sex.” Elide brushed off the claim as Aedion gave her a funny look.

Lysandra shook her head and sighed, “This pregnancy is throwing me all off.”

Lysandra and Aedion said their goodbyes, and then Fenrys walked across the hall to his own apartment, leaving Lorcan and Elide standing in Elide’s kitchen.

“Well, we certainly are alone.” Elide said, unnecessarily.

Lorcan nodded, “Yeah, uh, good thing we have that, ‘Not in New York’ rule.”

She hummed noncommittally.

“Listen, I uh,” Elide tried to put her scrambling thoughts into words, “I just—that night meant a lot to me, I guess I’m just trying to say thanks.”

Lorcan cleared his throat and stepped closer to her, “Oh, yeah, you know,” She looked up as he stumbled over his words, “that night meant a lot to me too.”

They stared at each other for another long moment before Lorcan nodded at the door and said, “All right, I gotta go unpack.”

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” She watched him leave and waited to hear the door across the hall open, but the click of the door handle never came.

Lorcan stalked back in and slammed her door behind him.

“I’m still on London time, does that count?” He asked wildly

Elide was already flinging herself at him, “That counts!”

Then she wrapped her legs around his hips as he lifted her and carried her into her bedroom.

***

Aelin was making another lap around the airport, hoping to hear some updates about her flight. In her mad dash to show up at Rowan and Lyria’s wedding, she had bought the first ticket she could to London and hadn’t worried about her return flight. She didn’t think it would be such a struggle to fly home.

“Aelin!” A deep, familiar voice called out.

She stopped and turned to see Rowan sitting alone in an almost deserted waiting area.

“Rowan, hi.”

He stood up and met her halfway, his face scrunched in confusion “What are you, uh what are you doing here?”

“Oh, well,” she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and flashed him a smile, “I’ve been on standby for a flight home for hours. I’ve become very familiar with the airline staff.”

He nodded

“So,” she glanced around, “no sign of Lyria, huh?

“Not yet.” Rowan shook his head.

“What time are you supposed to leave?”

As if on cue, the speakers crackled as an announcement called, “This is the last call for Flight 1066 to Athens. The last call.”

Rowan made a face and answered her, “Pretty soon I guess.”

Despite her feelings about Lyria, the very last thing Aelin wanted was to see Rowan so dejected and heartbroken.

“I’m sorry,” she said as gently as she could.

He sighed and sat back down as Aelin took the seat across from him

“I just, I don’t understand,” He scrubbed his face with his hands, “I mean, how can she do this? You know, am I… am I like a complete idiot for thinking that she’d actually show up?”

“No, you’re not an idiot, Rowan. You’re a guy very much in love.” Aelin sighed.

He snorted, “Same difference”

She cracked a smile and he matched it.

The voice over the speaker rang out again, “All ticketed passengers for Flight 1066 to Athens should now be on board.”

“I get it!” Rowan snapped at the invisible voice, then sighed again, “Well, that’s that.”

Aelin couldn’t watch this anymore. “No, you know what, I think you should go.”

“What?”

His face snapped up and Aelin looked into his earnest, pine green eyes as she told him, “Yeah,” she nodded, “I think you should go, by yourself, get some distance, clear your head, I think it’d be really good.”

He looked skeptical but Aelin thought she saw an ounce of relief. “I don’t—I don’t know.”

He looked at the gate attendant still at the check-in desk and Aelin knew he wanted to.

“Come on Rowan, I think it would be really good for you,” She urged, hoping the trip would make him feel better and he would come back seeming more like himself—like the Rowan she knew.

He was nodding, trying to convince himself, “Yeah,” he eventually said, “I can do that.”

“Yeah!” Aelin agreed, trying to hype him up.

Rowan grabbed his bag and looked back at her, still frustrated, “I can’t even believe her,” he chanced another glance around the terminal as if Lyria would materialize in front of him, “No, you know what, I am, I’m going to go.”

“Good!”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Right!”

“Right.” Rowan took another step before turning to face her once more, “Thanks, Aelin.”

She smiled at him, glad that he was getting some of his happiness back that had abandoned him the previous day.

“Okay,” she said again and opened her arms to give him a hug he enthusiastically returned. “I’ll see you back at home if I ever get a flight out of here,” she huffed and began to turn away.

“Well...no, never mind.” Rowan shook his head, dismissing whatever he was about to say.

Aelin tilted her head, she scrunched her brows in confusion as he gave her a sheepish grin, “What?”

Rowan looked between her and the gate attendant, “Why don’t you come?” at her shocked silence he plowed on, “I—I have two tickets,” he waved them in front of him, still wearing that boyish smile she loved so much, “Why not?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she trailed off. Aelin wanted nothing more than to say yes, but Rowan was offering her the second ticket on his honeymoon trip for gods’ sake. But as she kept looking into his hopeful face, she felt her resolve and guilt crumbling. “Really?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’ll be great,” he insisted, handing her one of the tickets. “You can lay on the beach and read, and I can cry over my failed marriage,” he chuckled, “See? Already making jokes.” the smile he forced was more of a grimace.

“Rowan, I—”

“No, really,” Rowan stepped up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She tried not to lose focus as she felt his warmth sink into her. “Please, Aelin,” he said, looking more vulnerable than she’d seen him all weekend. “Gods, I could use a friend right now, and you’re one of the best.”

“Wow,” Aelin took a breath. She could accept. She could go to Greece with Rowan for a week and support him and enjoy herself. “Okay. Uh, yeah, yes! Yes, I can do that.”

“Really?” his smile widened and so did hers.

“Really.”

They walked to the gate attendant and handed her their tickets. After a disapproving glare for their timing, she opened the door and waved them through.

Rowan readjusted his bag and paused, “Oh, wait, I forgot my jacket. You go on, I’ll be right there.”

Aelin flashed him a happy smile and nodded, walking onto the plane.

Rowan quickly jogged back where he’d been sitting, picked up his jacket, straightened, and met the eyes of his runaway bride.

“Lyria.” he breathed.

She looked between him and the gate looking distraught and Rowan realized that she must have seen Aelin go onto the plane. His eyes flared, understanding that Lyria must have thought everything with he and Aelin had been intentional. And it wasn’t. It wasn’t...right?

She scoffed and made to turn away, but he stammered, “Oh no, no, no, no! No!, Lyria!” He frantically looked between Lyria’s retreating figure and the gate that Aelin had walked through to the plane where she was waiting for him.

Cursing every god he knew, he chased through the airport after his wife.

***

Aelin enjoyed first class. She didn’t fly it often, but when she really wanted to treat herself, she would. This flight was no different than she remembered. She settled into the seat, keeping the window spot open for Rowan, and ordered them both a drink from the flight attendant. She figured they could both use one after this insane weekend.

Glancing out the window, Aelin noticed that the airport appeared to be moving.

She jolted in her seat. The airport wasn’t moving. She was. The plane was.

The plane was leaving, and Rowan wasn’t on it.

“Oh, my Gods,” Aelin muttered in disbelief as she sat on a plane departing for what should’ve been Rowan and Lyria’s honeymoon. “Oh, my Gods.”

*****

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