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slut4thebroken · 11 months ago

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Opposites Attract

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Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | Jason in your hyperfeminine pink bedroom (and house lol)

Warnings | Reader isn’t infantalized she just likes feminine things lol, fluff, kissing, Jay being a big fat softie.

Words | 1.2 k

Notes | Honestly idk. I’m going through an aesthetic change rn and was struck with a vision one day lol. (Also this pic set is a direct result of there being literally no pictures or gifs of Jason 😭 I had to take matters into my own hands smh.)

Ao3 link | <3

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You always loved when Jason came over. You loved his company of course, but mostly you just loved seeing him in your house, especially your room.

There’s something almost comical about a six foot tall, burly, vigilante, who’s covered in scars and only wears dark clothes, standing amongst all of the baby pink and white, and the delicate silk and lace in your bedroom. He sticks out terribly, even in the rest of your house, and you can’t help but be amused by it everytime.

You were sitting in bed with a book tonight, wearing a white babydoll nightie and hugging your teddy bear to your chest. When you heard a noise from outside your bedroom, you stiffened, your heart beating faster and harder in your chest. You strained your ears to listen and for a few seconds it was completely silent until you heard quiet footsteps. Before you could react your door was opening and you almost breathed a sigh of relief when you saw who it was. All of the anxiety quickly melted into happiness.

“Jay!” You said excitedly, setting your book on the nightstand.

“Hi, princess.” His hair was still a little damp and he was in casual clothes so he must’ve done some vigilante stuff tonight— a while ago you scolded him for tracking mud on your rug and getting blood on your sheets, and ever since then, you’ve demanded that he comes here completely clean.

You set down the teddy bear and got up to greet him properly, with a hug and a kiss. His hands settled on your waist over the soft material of your dress and you placed your arms on his shoulders, standing up on your toes so he didn’t have to bend down so much. When he pulled back from the kiss, you whined quietly, making him chuckle.

“You scared me.” You frowned. Even thought you gave him a key, you wished he’d knock because of how naturally quiet he always is.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He murmured, giving you another quick kiss, making you forget all about that. “Should I be jealous?” He asked and you furrowed your brows, not understanding because you were still dazed from both kisses. But he explained once he saw your expression. “That you’re cuddling with another man in your bed.” You couldn’t keep the little giggle in, especially when he started smiling.

“No.. It’s just Teddy.” You said through a quiet laugh. “Plus now that you’re here, I can cuddle with you instead.” You gave him a bright smile and he chuckled under his breath, bringing a hand up to brush your hair back, then cup your cheek.

“I’m not intruding?”

“Nope. I was just reading.”

“Good cause I thought we could bake some cookies and have a movie night.” You were nodding eagerly before he could even finish.

It was mostly him putting everything together and you following his every move with heart eyes. You wanted to help, but each time you tried, he sat you back down. He gave you the spoon for you to lick the extra batter from while he finished everything up. When the utensil was clean, he grabbed it and put it in the sink, then walked over to you and picked you up, taking you to the couch. You giggled as you clung to him— you didn’t think he’d drop you, it was just a habit that eased your nerves. When you were both on the couch with your legs over his, his hand on your thigh, and his arm around your shoulders, he leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

“I missed you, baby.” He rasped, making your cheeks heat up.

“I saw you three days ago.” You chuckled breathlessly, even though you probably missed him more than he did.

“And that was three days too long. What have you been up to, pretty girl?” He leaned down even farther and pressed soft kisses to your neck. You let out a shaky breath and gripped his shirt.

“N-nothing… Just working on some hobbies.” You shrugged, getting a little sad. You wished you lived with him. You wished you could make dinner every night for both of you, clean up around the house, help him out of his clothes when he got home on days that he was particularly battered, give him a massage— and… anything else he might need— whenever he’s feeling stressed… You wanted it all. But you couldn’t have it, not yet at least.

“Yeah?” He lightly nipped at your neck, making you let out a startled whimper.

“Mhm.” You hummed, letting your eyes flutter shut. He kissed down your neck to your shoulder and slowly moved the fabric down to expose more skin. “Jay…” You said through a breath, trying not to get overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips on you.

“Hm?” He moved to your collarbone now, slowly kissing across it to the center of your chest.

“Need you.” You whined, starting to squirm. His hand started rubbing up and down your thigh, probably to soothe you, but it only got you more worked up. “Please?” You used the voice that always gets you what you want and he pulled back to look at you, letting out a heavy sigh as his lips curled into a small smile.

“I can’t say no to you, princess.” You all but beamed in response, excited to get what you wanted. His hand started sliding up your leg until he gripped your hip, under the nightie, making your breath hitch. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips and smiled when you started squirming again. He never broke the kiss as he lifted your body and set you in his lap, straddling his legs. Both of his hands squeezed your hips, teasing the waistband of your panties, and yours moved to his hair, tugging lightly.

Faintly, you heard a noise from the kitchen, but you couldn’t focus on it. When he pulled back, you whined and tried to kiss him again, but he placed a gentle hand on your neck as a warning.

“I have to get the cookies, baby.”

“Let them burn, I don't care.” You were still squirming, trying to get friction and pleasure that he wouldn’t allow.

“You say that now, but in half an hour you’ll be pouting about how you don’t have any cookies.” He chuckled, making you frown. He didn’t give you another chance to protest before he was lifting you off his lap and placing you back on the couch. You grabbed his hand when he started walking past you, looking up at him with pleading eyes and a pout.

“You’re my good girl… you can wait just a little longer, can’t you?” You frowned and averted your gaze for a moment, then nodded. He gave you a soft smile as he cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Thank you, baby.” He said proudly, making you blush, then continued on toward the kitchen. You turned around and leaned your chin on the back of the couch to watch him.

He looked so silly in your kitchen full of pink colors, towels with lace trim, and flower themed decor. But he looked even sillier wearing your pink oven mitts as he took the tray out of the oven. You bit back a smile as you watched him reach for a heart shaped spatula to put the cookies on a plate.

Despite the incongruity in the delicate setting, he managed to blend in seamlessly, almost making the contrast appear natural. It was giving you even more proof that he belonged here— belonged with you.

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#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff

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vodika-vibes · 10 months ago

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Can I throw in another alpha request please??? I’m so feral for him 😩

Demonic Love

Summary: You're a lab assistant for one of the most well known lab's in the galaxy, and you sometimes like your job. At least, you did right up until your director kidnapped a Demon Lord to run experiments on him. Luckily for you, Alpha-17 has a fondness for you.

Pairing: Demon!Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 1155

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: You didn't have anything specific you wanted to see, nonny, so I came up with a fun little idea. I hope this is okay~

The situation is twisted. You know this. You’ve known this since the day that your direct supervisor stepped into the lab with the man strapped to the table.

Of course, the Director was quick to point out that he wasn’t a man, based on the tail and the horns, plus the fact that he burns hotter than any human ever has.

The Director called him a demon. And maybe he’s right, some of the things that you’ve seen Alpha do since he was brought here do defy what you know humans are capable of, but that doesn’t mean that he deserves this.

You’ve been the person in charge of treating Alpha’s injuries and bringing him food since the day he arrived (the side effect of being the lowest person on the totem pole) and you’ve come to regard Alpha as someone important to you.

You like to think that he’s come to regard you the same way, though you wouldn’t blame him if he hated you as much as he hates the rest of the scientists at this facility.

“Assistant!” You roll your eyes as the Director bursts into your office, “The Subject needs medical attention.” He announces, “Also, I and my fellows are taking the rest of the week off. You, Assistant, are to remain here until we return to make sure the lab doesn’t burn down.”

“Am I getting overtime for this?” You ask.

The Director rolls his eyes, as though you’ve just asked the impossible from him, “Yes, yes. Time and a half for you for the rest of the week. Now. Get to work.”

He all but runs from your office, and you just know that they’re going to a resort planet for the rest of the week while you’re stuck here. The assholes.

Whatever. It’s not the end of the world. Maybe.

You push your hand through your hair, and toss your lab jacket over your couch, before making the long trek to the lower part of the labs, to where Alpha’s cell is located.

The door slides open with a click when you wave your keycard over the panel next to the door, and you sigh as you step into the room. Alpha is as handsome as ever, even as scarred as he is, even though he’s covered in blood.

You set your hands on your hips as you look him over, “Do you have any broken bones that I need to set?” You ask as you walk over to him.

He lifts his head and smirks at you, “Of course not, sweetheart.” His eyes glitter in the dim light, and you swear it’s almost as if someone made his eyes out of molten gold. “Most of the blood isn’t even mine.”

You crouch in front of him, “So you kept yourself covered in blood for, what, the aesthetic?” You pull a handkerchief out of your pocket and lightly wipe some of the blood off of his cheek.

Alpha’s tail curls around your wrist, though it doesn’t hinder your movement as you clean the blood off of his face. His tail, just like the rest of his body, is warm enough that it would probably be uncomfortable if he wanted it to be.

Though, as ever, he’s just warm and comforting to you.

“I got tired of all the white,” Alpha replies with a sly smile, “Maybe you should supply me with different color clothes.”

“I would if I could. But I have to wear white here too.” You reply with a small smile, “Hm…you don’t look like you need any medical care.”

“Told you.”

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure.”

“Because you have a crush on me.” Alpha says with a smug smirk.

Your face heats, “That would be highly inappropriate of me.”

“It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.” His tail slides from around your wrist to around your waist, and you squeak when he gives a rough tug and you topple over against him.

Your face heats even more, and you pointedly don’t meet his gaze, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell anyone, it doesn’t change the fact that there’s a massive power imbalance here and it’s…it’s not right.”

“So let me out.” His voice is a low rumble against your ear, “Let me out and remove this collar.”

Your fingers curl into the rough material of his shirt. You should. The others have left, there’s no one here to stop you. Other than the knowledge that you’re absolutely going to lose your job.

Slowly, you release your grip on his shirt, and slide your hands up to his neck, until you find the clasp holding the collar shut. A touch of your keycard, and a press of several buttons, and the collar falls open and clatters to the ground.

There’s a surge of heat around you, though it mostly just feels like a warm breeze against your skin, and you look up at him when you feel his hand against your cheek.

There’s a fire burning in his gaze, and your breath catches as his lips brush against yours, “Good girl,” He purrs against your lips, “We’re leaving this place. Do you know where they stashed my armor, my perfect girl?”

You nod slowly, “They keep trying to melt it down but-”

Alpha chuckles, “There is no flame hot enough to melt my armor.” He stands slowly, taking you with him, and he towers over you. Sure, he’s always been big, but somehow he seems bigger than he was earlier.

And you probably should be intimidated, but this is Alpha, and his tail is still curled protectively around your waist, and it’s so very hard to be intimidated by someone who looks at you the way that he is.

“Lead the way, my pretty girl.”

You pause and then look up at him, “Alpha, your tail-”

He chuckles and his tail loosens and wraps around your wrist again, “How’s that?”

“I’m not going to run off on you, Alpha.” You say, sounding slightly amused.

“I know. I just want to keep touching you. And to keep you close.” Something unholy glimmers in his gaze, “You’re mine, my pretty little cyare, and I’ll burn worlds to ash if anyone tries to take you from me.”

You blink at him, and you flush. That…should probably not be half as arousing as it is. There’s clearly something very wrong with you. But instead of worrying about it you flash a small smile, “Good.”

Pleasure slides across Alpha’s face, and he quickly pulls you into a deep kiss, “My brothers are going to love you,” He purrs out, “Armor first, and then I’m going to burn this facility to the ground, and then we’re going home.”

You smile up at him, and take a step back, “The storage room is this way,” You say as you step into the hall, “That’s where your armor is.”

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #alpha-17 x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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mysticstarlightduck · 3 months ago

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Character Aesthetic Deep Dive Tag!

Let's go with Luke Katt from Scrapyard Boys for this one!!!

Rules: Make a moodboard with your character's aesthetic, a playlist that fits their vibe, "badly summarize them" (like, talk about their personality, but funnily), etc. It absolutely does not need to be super detailed!!!!!

✦ Character Aesthetic: Luke Katt, WIP -Scrapyard Boys

♡ Moodboard ♡

♡ Playlist ♡

Voices In My Head - Falling In Reverse

The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray 'Cause I'm spinning like a carousel, circling the drain Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don't wanna feel the pain But that is all I got for now, I don't wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep on begging me to stay If I pull the trigger now then the demons go away And I know my time is coming so there ain't no time to waste So that is all I got for now, I don't wanna talk about it The voices in my head keep telling me to choose a side It's heaven or hell like it's do or die I'm a sad boy, you know better Please don't make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I'm not okay It's feeling like a hurricane in my brain Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather Please don't make this last forever The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die) And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized) They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie) I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it

I'll Keep You Safe - Sleeping at Last

I'll keep you safe. Try hard to concentrate. Hold out your hand, Can you feel the weight of it? The whole world at your fingertips- Don't be, don't be afraid. Our mistakes, they were bound to be made. But i promise you i'll keep you safe. You'll be an architect, So pull up your sleeves And build a new silhouette In the skylines up ahead. Don't be, don't be afraid. Our mistakes, they were bound to be made. But i promise you i'll keep you safe. I'll keep you safe.

Hey Brother - Avicii

Hey brother There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister Know that water's sweet, but blood is thicker Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do Hey brother Do you still believe in one another? Hey sister Do you still believe in love? I wonder Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Timebomb - Motionless In White

Seconds are left on the countdown Panic attack, the next normal in bloom I let you go to get a grip on myself But will you welcome me back as someone else? All my life I've been a timebomb (now time is running out) Juxtapose me with my past-self (a doubt I can't surmount) It's survival of the restless (survival of the restless) So split the difference between us Looking back on the things that I've done I should've known that I've always had more than enough If tonight I fall asleep for the last time I wanna be proud of the things that I've done right If I could learn how to hold my head up Maybe life wouldn't seem like it's passing me by If I could give myself what I give to you Then maybe I'd find strength to hold on to

If I Killed Someone For You - Alec Benjamin

I'm sorry that I did this The blood is on my hands I stare at my reflection I don't know who I am Practice my confession In case I take the stand I'll say I learned my lesson I'll be a better man

I'm packing up my things And I'm wiping down the walls I'm rinsing off my clothes And I'm walking through the halls I did it all for her (him) So I felt nothing at all I don't know what (s)he'll say So I'll ask her when she calls

Would you love me more (Would you love me more) If I killed someone for you? Would you hold my hand? (Would you hold my hand?) They're the same ones that I used When I killed someone for you

Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead

I wish there was another way out! Voices won't go away, they stay for days and days They say some awful things, ways to make you fade away I don't think no one's home and we're just here alone I better find you first before you find the phone Better run, better run, better run, yeah, I'm coming after you When you're sleeping at night, yeah, there's nothing you can do There's no place you can hide 'cause I'm coming after you I wish there was another way out for you Wish there was another way out for you

Take It Out On Me - Thousand Foot Crutch

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anymore Thought I had, thought I had it under control Hear my voice, there it goes, hear it louder than most Here it goes, hear it (one, two, three, four) It's not worth it, it's not working You wanted it to be picture-perfect It's not over You don't have to throw it away So scream if you wanna, shout if you need Just let it go (take it out on me!) Fight if you need to, smash if you have to Get control (take it out on me!) So scream if you wanna, shout if you need Just let it go (take it out on me!) Fight if you need to, smash if you have to Get control

♡ Badly Summarized OC ♡

If the perfect mix between Dean Winchester (Supernatural) and JD (Heathers) was sent to the Arkham Asylum, that would be Luke!

The embodiment of a "I CAN KEEP YOU IN THIS WORLD OR TAKE YOU OUT MERCILESSLY" - has both Healing powers and Wound Generation powers.

Has killed before, will kill again if prompted.

Severely traumatized teenager who lives for his little brother and will burn down the world if anyone as much as threatens to harm a hair on Riley's head.

Swears like a sailor and smokes like a locomotive but would cry while watching their world's version of Disney, though he would never admit it lol

Sense of humor trapped between overly childish and mindnumbingly dark & concerning.

Loves getting tattoos, especially those themed after his favorite pop culture references or rock bands etc.

Sounds like a wheezing kettle when laughing - for no apparent reason, his laugh is just Built Like That - and doesn't seem to mind.

Is not scared of the police and is a mastermind when it comes to jailbreaking, despite being like, 18.

Suffers from insomnia so most of his nights are spent watching his favorite series until he blissfully falls asleep - if he does - and then downing cups and cups of coffee during the day.

Source for pictures: Pinterest

Source for music/songs: Spotify

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

#wip scrapyard boys #oc: luke katt #character aesthetic deep dive #character aesthetic tag #character playlist #writeblr #writerblr #my wips #writers on tumblr #character writing #my characters #writing #my writing #writers

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winterchimez · 1 year ago

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Beast in the Beauty - Chapter 9

pairing: profiler Hyunjae x detective f!reader

genre & warnings: jack the ripper au, angst, violence, thriller, crime, mentions of prostitution, graphic description of death, major characters death, alcohol, some fluff

word count: 5,217

taglist: @deoboyznet @hokupi @kyusqult @asteriaskingdom @flwoie

a/n: grab your popcorn folks, the ripper's identity is finally revealed.

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The six mouth-watering pieces of doughnuts sit beautifully in the most aesthetic box possible as you took the perfectly wrapped up dessert in your hands as you exited your favourite cafe.

It has been 2 days since that argument you had with your friend, Selene. And you have concluded that you’ve had enough of being childish and sulky at your apartment and that it’s about time you both apologised to one another.

As much as you hated that, you thought surprising her with her favourite desserts would make it easier to start the conversation when you both met face-to-face.

You took the box back to your office first though, since you had to go collect a parcel specifically addressed to the chief. Again, another odd occurrence as this was mostly Haknyeon’s job, not yours. But you figured something must’ve come up again that explains your friend’s disappearance from the office this morning.

As you turned your back to push open the front door since your hands are fully occupied, you were met with a pale and horrified Haknyeon, who was just about to put on his coat, indicating he was heading out in a rush.

“You have another task of the day?” You asked, but the male hesitated for a second before deciding to tell you what exactly he was up to.

“Y/N. We have a fourth victim now.”

That got you putting your belongings down onto your desk in a hurry, but you were stopped by the male, holding onto your wrist firmly, as if he is warning you.

“I don’t recommend you tagging along this time, Y/N. It will be your worse nightmare. And I mean it.”

As he loosens the grip on your wrists, the young man dashes through the front door with a few constables that were already stationed and prepared with the necessary items to bring along to the scene of the crime.

Since your friend has informed you in such an intriguing manner, it has definitely piqued your interest and there is no way in hell you were not going now.

Only later down the line you realised, that you should’ve listened to his warning.

You gasped as you arrived at the scene of the crime.

This is… Selene’s former residence?

That was when it clicked in your mind.

No. No way. It can’t be.

You dashed through the ever-so-slightly growing crowd, pushing and making your way through all of the residents and detectives to reach the depths of the scene of interest.

You had to know. You had to confirm it with your eyes yourself.

True enough. You eventually laid your eyes upon the sight beyond you.

To say that this crime scene was by far the worse that neither of you has encountered up till now would be the best way to describe it. Splatters of blood filled the entire apartment and broken pieces of glass were scattered all across the floor. Torn pieces of clothing were also found in multiple spots around the living space, indicating that whoever was there clearly had a struggle with one another.

And. Oh My God.

There in the bed, lays the victim, where blood-filled sheets and pieces of once-worn accessories were found all over the bed.

That, or who it used to be, was your friend, Selene.

You let out the most ear-splitting scream you’ve ever had in your life, dropping down to the ground as you grabbed hold of your head. Now, the sounds around you felt like a siren, and they slowly turned into echoes and murmurs. The ringing sound in your mind is constantly getting heavier as you continued to scream your lungs out.

That was when everyone noticed your presence in the room, and how badly they wished they could turn back time for you to avoid your worse nightmare.

As your consciousness begins to wear out, you could only vaguely remember both Hyunjae and Haknyeon running towards you and holding you before your entire world goes black.

It has been weeks since the incident happened and you have officially been isolated in your apartment, refusing to even take a step out the door.

You haven’t had the best of appetite, let alone sleep, and you were mainly curling up in the comforts of your bed. You have lost count of how many times you have cried your eyes out, to say that your eyes were so swollen at this point would be an understatement.

Sleep was your worst enemy at this point, not only you couldn’t let yourself drift off into your dreamland, you actually refuses to do so. Unfortunately, every time you even managed to get the slightest bit of shut-eye, the ripper and Selene’s crime scene continue to haunt you till the crack of dawn.

Visitations were becoming more often for you, as your coworkers made the effort to come to check up on you, especially on how you did not take the latest victim case well at all.

However, you refused to entertain them and let alone let them step foot into your apartment. You just did not want to deal with anyone at this point.

Not even your boyfriend, Hyunjae. The amount of times you have yelled at him to leave has been pretty upsetting for the brunette, but how could he blame you? He knew how badly you were shaken up by what happened, and he wished that there was something he could do.

If you really wanted to let someone help you to get out of this slump, the first thing to do is to actually let them into your comfort zone and provide you with the much needed assistance and company you needed.

But unfortunately, you’re not in the mood to be doing any of these anytime soon.

Day 21.

Three weeks since the fourth ripper victim was discovered. The law enforcement was still baffled by the yet most brutal case among the four victims up till now, having nothing to move on with.

With nothing concrete to take the next step, Scotland Yard has officially taken on the heat from the public that they have been trying to avoid for the longest time ever, receiving complaints to the point that their reputation was at stake.

You, on the other hand, have not been doing so well either. As a matter of fact, you have gotten worse.

The swollen eye bags are protruding and becoming more obvious by now, going on for weeks without a night of proper sleep, and how malnourished you have become with your lack of food consumption.

You’re still curled up in your bed, dreading as the days pass by, already feeling so hopeless and feeling discouraged with everything.

As you laid your head down on your knees, you hear footsteps at the front of your porch.

Visitations. Again.

You were about to scream aloud and do your usual leave-me-alone gesture until you heard the sound of what seemed a key going straight into your door’s keyhole, and within seconds your front door was unlocked.

You were then suddenly covered in a warm embrace, which you yourself did not realise until seconds later when you peered your head up to see the most unexpected person wrapped their arms around you.

When Eric first heard the news, the young lad was devastated. He was close with Selene, just like you were, and he cared about her a whole lot. At some point, you actually questioned the man if he actually had feelings for her, which you’re pretty sure he did at some point, but didn’t have the courage to ask her out.

Now, not only has he lost his love interest, but he has also seen with his eyes how it has affected his best friend. He couldn’t bear to see what you’ve become.

Heartbreaking would be the best word to describe the loss, especially when he was tucked away in the cells while all this madness was happening right above in the streets of Whitechapel.

Since Selene’s brutal murder took place when the young lad was in prison, that enough was solid proof to the higher-ups in Scotland Yard that he couldn’t be the cold-blooded killer all of you have been desperately trying to put behind bars. As the Yard did not have much to against, they had no choice but to release the young lad.

With the help of Haknyeon, Eric has been filled in with all of the up-to-date information in the case, and of course, about how you have been rotting at home for weeks now, he had no choice but to drag the older male with him as he forces himself into your apartment.

As you tugged yourself closer into Eric’s embrace, you couldn’t help but to begin crying once again. The once dried-up tears were beginning to flow like a river, and neither of you wanted to deal with all of these nightmares any longer.

Once all of you had enough time to sober up and calm down for a bit, Eric then begins to grab hold of both of your shoulders and lifts up your chin to look right into his eyes.

“Y/N. I am sure Selene would want justice, not just for her, and for all of the victims up till now. Knowing her, I am sure she might’ve left something valuable behind. A clue, an item, whatever it is, we are going to find it.”

It was true. With Selene’s temperament, she would’ve been the type to always be one step ahead of the people around her, which of course is her best selling point as an undercover agent.

Wiping your tears away, you finally put on a smile that you have not displayed for the past weeks. Finally, you were feeling hopeful and motivated to truly give Selene the justice that she needed.

Before you decided that everything was going to be alright now, Haknyeon had to stop you in your tracks.

“Sorry to burst your bubbles, but unfortunately Eric would not be able to assist us in the investigation for the time being. Though his name has been cleared of all charges, he is still placed under house arrest.”

“In other words, you and Haknyeon, as well as Hyunjae, will have to go on without me.” Eric sighed, causing you to feel depressed all over again.

Seeing how dejected you looked, Eric put on his iconic smile that never fails to melt away all of the negativity and pressure that everyone was feeling around him. “Don’t give me that face, bestie. You’d do just fine without me.”

Ruffling your hair, he assured you that he will be with you guys spiritually while he was confined at his own apartment.

You mentally prayed to yourself, please let this be the last spurt.

2 days have passed since both of your friends pulled you out of your slump. You needed some time to organise yourself and with where you have left off before.

As you made your way into the office, everyone was delighted to have you back in the force. Including your boyfriend, Hyunjae. He was contented to see that you’re back to your normal self, and are ready to take on what the ripper has left behind.

You made your way to the brunette and interlocked your fingers with his. “Please, help me out with this last spurt, for the sake of finding the truth about Selene’s death.”

Hyunjae smiled and returned to you with a warm embrace. “You didn’t have to tell me that. And I have missed you loads.”

Both you and Hyunjae made your way to the fourth victim’s crime scene, Selene’s apartment.

Haknyeon had to stay behind at the mortuary to assist with Selene’s autopsy, definitely not one of the glamorous jobs he has to deal with being the chief assistant. Hence, he sent you both off to gather potential evidence that your late friend might’ve left behind before she passed.

So here you were, in front of your friend’s, former place of residence.

It was hard to even take a step in, considering how badly you reacted the last time you were here. You couldn’t help but lay your head down and stared down on the pavement.

Hyunjae notices how troubled you were, and took your hands in his, intertwining it. “Hey, we’ll get through this together alright sweetheart?”.

You slowly lifted your head up and faced the male with tears flowing down your cheeks, and Hyunjae couldn’t help but immediately wiped them off with his fingers.

“Yeah.” You sniffled. “All for Selene.”

Both of you made your way into her apartment, and sure enough, it was left just as it was when the case happened 3 weeks prior. Haknyeon managed to convince Chief Ayden that the cold squad team needed to inspect the scene once more before clearing it out, especially when you were now here present to have your share of findings from your perspective.

So both of you began to search the room, high and low, hoping that something would come up.

You remembered Eric’s words, she has definitely left something behind for us to find.

Hence, you begin to wreck your brain, going back to the good old days when you would come over to Selene’s place to hang out and play when you were kids. You briefly remembered how your friend mentioned she had this “secret location” where she stashes all of her goodies like candies so that her mother doesn’t catch her red-handed for consuming way more than she should per day.

Maybe that’s where she might’ve left something behind. You looked around the room, and sure enough, you noticed one of the floorboards was loose as you stepped on one which made a creaking sound. You lifted your boot that was stepping on the board to find that it was slightly ajar, which seemed as if the floorboard was pried open sometime before.

You immediately got Hyunjae to find some sort of tool from the apartment to pry open the floorboard, and there it was. Selene’s “secret location”. And it was just the way you remembered it. It was filled with candies that were probably way beyond the expiry date by now.

And a letter. Covered with a few drops of blood.

You quickly took it out and unfolded the letter, as you read aloud to both you and Hyunjae.

Dearest Y/N, By the time this letter gets to you, there’s a high chance that I may be in great danger, or worse, I would not be here anymore. However, that’s not the main point of what I wanted to convey to you. Firstly, I am so deeply sorry for our childish-like argument the other day. I shouldn’t have reacted that way and I had no rights putting you in a situation like that. I really hope you’ll be able to forgive me and perhaps make it up by heading down to our favourite cafe someday. Secondly, and perhaps the main reason I wrote this letter, is to tell you what your law enforcement has been missing out on this entire time. The key evidence to finally put the ripper behind bars. Go back to all of the previous crime scenes beginning with Vivian’s, and you will find what you’re looking for on the walls. P.S. Save your time and don’t even think about visiting the crime scenes from 1888. You won’t find anything there. And honestly, I can confidently tell you that with a hunch, as much as I do not want to, that the ripper is actually-

The letter stops there. Selene was definitely interrupted by the ripper before she could finish writing her message.

Your heart hurts for your friend, you felt sorry yet grateful at the same time. She apologised to you for the nasty and childish fight you both had the other day, but you couldn’t. That is probably the biggest regret you’d be bringing down to your grave when you leave this world.

However, she has evidently given you the biggest clue.

That there were indeed hidden clues from the crime scenes.

You mentally yelled at yourself for being so dumb and stupid throughout the past months, where you only relied heavily on the archives to look for clues. You could’ve sworn to be a better detective if only you had thought about the obvious, revisiting the actual crime scene.

But you knew dwelling on these negative thoughts is not going to bring you anywhere, so you took in a deep breath and tried to put on a smile. For Selene.

“So, what are we waiting for? To Vivian’s scene, we go.”

Both of you made your way to George Yard Street, where Vivian was found months prior and the case where it reignited the once horror that Whitechapel has felt decades ago.

The scene was still pretty much preserved, thanks to the constables that patrol the areas every night. With that, you were thankful and knew that nothing was compromised much and you wouldn’t have to worry about missing out on a potential detail.

So you did as you were told in the letter, look at the walls for clues.

But there was nothing.

What were you supposed to do? Break down the walls to see what’s behind them? There’s no way-

“Hey, Y/N. What if the evidence is actually invisible to the naked eye?”

You turned your head to the brunette, scratching your head as to thinking why did he made such a remark. That is until you noticed him staring at a certain spot on the wall, and he gestures to you to come over to do the same.

“See this splatter of blood here? It somewhat ends abruptly up till here. Which means…”

“We need something to uncover the dried-up traces of blood.”

“Exactly. And what would we need in order to do so?”

You scratched your head. Damn, you should’ve paid more attention when you were learning about those nasty chemical solutions during your rookie days. Chemistry was never your thing after all.

You tried to come up with every single solution you could think of from the back of your mind until your brain recalls the very one liquid that you’d remember for the rest of your life because you have always caught Selene sneaking into your laboratory stealing them, saying how she needs it for her so-called undercover mission.

“Luminol.”

Hyunjae smiled and rests his hands on top of your head. “That’s why I love you, Y/N.”

So the both of you immediately rushed back towards the station and down to the laboratory, asking for the forensics team to spare some of the liquid to recover concrete evidence from the scene.

Ultimately, one of the detectives from the forensics lab decides to tag along with the numerous vials of liquid in their hands, as you three now make it back to the crime scene.

The detective wasted no time in emptying one of the vials and scattered it across the wall, and sure enough, it made the three of your jaws drop.

The evidence was actually there this whole time.

Both you and Hyunjae quickly scooch closer to the wall, trying to read whatever was written up on it.

I shall avenge my mother’s death for I shall see that she does not die in vain.

Now that was odd. You fully expected the ripper to write something more straightforward. Like a hint about his physical appearance or even the slightest hint on his recent timeline, not some riddle that you had to go over and analyse further again down in the station.

But there was no time to waste. Both of you quickly wrote down what you have found on a notepad that the forensics team brought along, and you made your way to the second crime scene, Ann Marie’s murder site.

Once again, another vial of luminol was emptied and scattered across the wall, and another riddle came into light.

The law enforcement are the ones to blame for creating such a monster in Whitechapel.

And you did the same at the third crime scene. However, it wasn’t a riddle this time, but rather, a question.

How many more must die for you to truly figure out who I am?

It wasn’t a threat like the previous two, but it seemed as if the ripper was upset, and perhaps killing off this third victim was unintentional. As odd as it seems, you were beginning to scratch your head, thinking about how this last message is somewhat related to the previous two.

The sky was getting dark at this point, and Hyunjae suggested that everyone retired back to the station to put the puzzles together.

Both of you were back in Chief Ayden’s office, sharing the findings that you made during the day. The chief and Haknyeon were ecstatic, to say the least, that this was what all of you desperately needed since day one.

All of you were basically cracking your heads trying to figure out what the riddles meant, and how it was connected to one another. As everyone was deep in their thoughts, you seemingly turned to look at Hyunjae, hoping that the brunette might be able to come up with something given his profiler background.

“Are you getting anything?”

“Honestly Y/N. I am just as puzzled as we all are. I’ve never come across something like that.”

You slumped your shoulders in defeat. If Hyunjae couldn’t solve it, neither could the rest of you. He was the brain of the group after all.

Haknyeon then decides to chime in, saying how it has been a long day ahead and perhaps all of us are tired at this point, suggesting that everyone should retire back to the comforts of one’s own place of residence.

None of you protested against the idea. Nothing was gonna come up for tonight, maybe a good sleep would help paint the riddles in a better light the next day.

Hyunjae would’ve walked you back home like he always did after work every day, but he was then summoned again back to Scotland Yard to update the higher-ups on such intel.

As much as the man detested the idea of leaving you alone, especially with the recent turn of events, you had to do what it takes to convince the brunette that you will be fine and you will see him again tomorrow.

Just as you were walking back to your residence, a thought comes into your mind.

Wait. We have yet to check the writings on Selene’s apartment.

So there you were, turning your heel in the other direction, right towards the fourth crime scene.

Thankfully, you somehow had the last vial of luminol with you, and you wasted no time in emptying the contents and splattering it on the walls.

And there it was. The last ripper writings. Which then became more puzzling than it already is.

I did not want to kill her. I really didn’t.

What was this? Does this mean that the ripper wanted the third victim to be his last? Or perhaps, the ripper is someone Selene knew personally?

That could be a clue. Especially with the writings that were presented on Selene’s walls. And now you couldn’t help but direct your thoughts back to Selene’s unfinished letter.

If it was someone Selene knew personally, and you were fully aware of the scope of friends she’s been with for the past decades, it could only mean one thing.

A lightbulb, if you will, dings right in your mind there and then.

Maybe…

Just maybe…

The ripper… is actually someone among us.

You were already out the door before your alarm clock rang at the usual half past 8 hour, because you couldn’t get what you discovered off of your mind from last night.

You have to let the others know. And fast.

As you entered through the doors, you were once again puzzled to be greeted with an empty office. You managed to ask one of the young lads working at the front desk, and it seemed as if all of them were summoned to Scotland Yard within short notice.

Huh. Funny how everyone was summoned except for you. You thought.

Until the front clerk hands you a letter. And you immediately knew who the author is, judging by the classic signature that you have grown accustomed to from the previous letters.

Making your way back to your desk, you immediately took the blade from your penholder and cut the letter open, impatiently unfolding it to reveal the contents within.

Dearest Y/N, It has been a while since our last conversation, hasn’t it? I have definitely missed writing and talking to you in person. How did you like the surprise that I gave you from the previous encounter we had? I’m sure your poor friend Eric must’ve been miserable in the cells of Scotland Yard. That place is filthy I’ll tell you that. But enough about him, I’m writing this to talk about you. I am going to give you one last chance, Y/N. For I’m sure, both sides are pretty much tired of this cat and mouse game that we have been playing. Here is my proposal, meet me on the outskirts of town at 5 in the evening, near Dean Village, where an abandoned circus once stood. If you are able to reveal my identity straight into my face, then I will gladly give myself up and put an end to these strings of murder. If not, be prepared to be my next victim, Y/N. Sincerely, Jack The Ripper

Chills went down your spine, and you shivered at the last sentence that the ripper posed. You turned your head to look towards the clock.

Crap. It was already half past 12 at this point.

You only had less than 5 hours to come up with your conclusion and meet the ripper at the designed spot. And you have to figure out this whole riddle now, and fast.

Just as you were panicking and pacing around the room, your so-called saviour that you desperately needed so much walked into the station.

Hyunjae was back from his errands, and you wasted no time to tell him what you’d found in Selene’s apartment the night before, and the recent letter you received from the ripper.

The male immediately was alarmed and jumped into full-defence mode, and is now holding onto the palm of your hands, not even thinking of letting it go once.

“We’re gonna solve the riddles, right here and now.”

It was 10 minutes before 5pm, and both you and Hyunjae arrived at the designated spot the ripper has mentioned in the letter you received hours prior.

And sure enough, there lays an abandoned circus that once stood during the 1890s. Everyone knew about this place, it was famous for housing the best circus performance during its prime.

The fact that this once infamous circus once stood now surrounded by dust and filth, makes this whole ordeal a tad bit terrifying. You never let go of Hyunjae’s hand, not even once, and you’re glad that he was here to give you company to face the ripper himself, that is if he ever shows up.

As you both made your way into the circus, you were greeted by an empty chair that was placed right in the middle of the circus, where a letter was placed neatly.

You picked the letter up, and Hyunjae helped you unfold the letter to read the contents within.

Now that you’re here, let me hear what you have come up with in your latest investigation to see if you can truly figure out who am I.

So the ripper was here. Somewhere, possibly hiding in the depths of the shadows within the circus. There wasn’t much light peaking through, only through a small ripped hole that was situated above the tent.

You took a look at Hyunjae, and both of you gave each other a nod, while the grip on your hands grew tighter.

It was time to reveal your findings.

You cleared your throat and began to recite your findings to the presence that was somewhere in this abandoned circus.

“Based on the writings on the wall, I can conclude that you begin your murder spree because of your mother’s death. Perhaps the law enforcement failed to save your mother back then, that’s why you have begun to avenge her death.”

You paused and thought if you should reveal the last writing that was found at Selene’s crime scene because you really did hope that what you came up with last night was a horrible conclusion that you’ve come up with.

Time was ticking, and the ripper was still waiting for answers, so you pressed on.

“And… I found what you have written on Selene’s wall. You didn’t want to kill her. With that, you must be someone that she knows. Given that I am well aware of here scope of acquaintances, you… might be someone among us.”

Silence.

Not even a single pin drop was heard in return. You were beginning to think if the ripper actually left the premises or was left stunned by your answer. Minutes passed, and nothing happened.

You slumped your shoulders in defeat, and you turn your head back to Hyunjae, who was now hanging his head down low.

You panicked, thinking that something was wrong with him. “Hey Hyunjae, are you feeling unwell? Shall we head back home?”

The brunette didn’t respond, as he continued laying his head down low, seemingly staring into the ground.

Just as you were about to pull his hand and guide him out of the circus, you were suddenly reminded of Selene’s unfinished letter.

I can confidently tell you that with a hunch, as much as I do not want to, that the ripper is actually…

“Someone we both are acquainted with.”

At the same time, another puzzle piece forms into your mind, and you now turned your head back to the brunette, posing the question you had in your mind, urgently.

You needed to know, and you wished it wasn’t the answer that you were thinking about.

“Say… Hyunjae. Didn’t you mention before about how you lost your mother because of something she was accused of?”

With that, the brunette finally responded. His grip on your hands tightened, as he now lifts his head up to look at you. In return, you were greeted with this mysterious expression, and with red puffy eyes where anyone could clearly tell that tears were beginning to cloud his vision and that he has been silently crying for a while now.

No. No way. It can’t be.

You let go of his hand immediately, as you took a few steps back from the male.

“Hyu-Hyunjae…”

The brunette could only chuckle slightly as the tears began to drip down onto that beautiful face that you once admired.

“Yes, sweetheart. You found him.”

He straighten his posture, and he wiped off his tears and stared into your eyes.

“It is I, the ripper that you have been desperately trying to catch all along.”

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tricolorgoldfishcafe · 1 month ago

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My personal interpretation of the title Kagurabachi that adds another layer to the story

Prepare for a long post.

I start with the fact that I came up with my own little translation of the title, which is "Orchestrating Divine Punishment".

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to replace "Dance of Divine Punishment"; I quite like it in fact - an bit of aesthetic touch. It's nice.

But there is a little catch in my version that I explain in a moment.

This Reddit post inspired me to search for the meaning of Kagurabachi with a different angle in mind, and I found an interesting connection that might add another layer to the manga.

There is this phrase 罰が当たる which means "to incur the wrath of the gods (e.g. by doing something immoral); to incur divine punishment; to pay for one's sins".

If we take the overall theme of the manga, it easily fits to describe Chihiro's crusade to avenge his father's murder.

Yet, let it spin a little and change the perspective to a less obvious one.

Seitei War was said that occur between sorcerers and a unknown opponent. Now, if we assume the other side didn't have anything to do with supernatural entities, but consisted of normal human beings with very strict and traditional way of thinking, we might have got a good starting point.

If Datenseki could amplify spirit energy of a regular human beings and sorcerers alike, then people who were living as "gods" as these who were trained in the art of sorcery in a world where sorcery was exclusive to selectioned groups, for example, there is a ground for a conflict.

These groups would felt threatened, blood could be shed, the conflict would break out, and the war would begin.

Amidst the fight there could be a swordsmith that found a way to stabilize and turn the Datenseki (supposedly a mystical powerful element outside of human reach) into a weapon to wield, breaking the sacred, divine legend.

After the war during which a group of traditional sorcerers (or "gods" here) lost their powers, their position, their influence, they turned against the man who makes it all possible.

Rokuhira Kunishige.

They judge him as a heretic and punished by death. Steal the blades they think are their rightful possassion. Furthermore, after securing them and killing current wielders they might return the previous order, hence the whole Hishaku plot.

It's just a loose concept, having not yet any solid ground in the manga.

There is a man in traditional cloth in Chihiro's memory during Kunishige's assassination and later a man in similar outfit was at the meeting with Sojo (the other being Yura, I think). And the information that sorcerers become well-known in a wake of Seitei War.

It suggest that there is someone along side with Yura, or behind Yura, that might have even bigger power and resentment, or whatever.

#kagurabachi #seitei war #kagurabachi theory #hishaku

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alpydk · 3 months ago

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If you ever find yourself bored again, you can do this 😉

CHARACTER ASK GAME!!! 💫

For Astarion: 5+6+8+12+25

For Gale: 14 + 16+ also 8+ 23 (I expect cowboy hat 🤣 just kidding)

I'm going to do this now before I fail to ever find the ask game questions again! (I love answering questions and using my brain to think over stuff like this.)

Right! Astarionnnnnnn!

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Keep me dumb, keep me small Keep me closer to you Keep me still, keep it all Keep away from the truth Keep me here, keep me cool 'cause it's already done Everything is so intimidating

My partner's choice was "Walking on Sunshine..." - -

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Reactions to trauma, baby! It's too early to share further than that. Just know I struggle with his romance if I'm playing a good serious run through and I don't take him to beat Cazador because his breakdown is too relatable. (Even if it is one of the best acted scenes in the entire game.)

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Essentially make him out to be sin free the moment they romance him. You can't fix someone just by fucking them! It does not work that way. You think he's going to be healed within 6 months? A year? No, this guy is going to be fucked for at least another century, if not longer. You want a fucked up relationship with someone mentally ill go for it, but don't think you can truly fix him. #endrant

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Going to take from my fic CoO for this.

“When they buried me, they forgot to wipe a spot of blood from my neck.” He wiped the dirt and scarlet spots from her cheek, revealing the pale complexion beneath. “And when I woke up, I found myself trapped in the darkness, within the confines of the box they’d placed me in.” He placed the cloth in the water, squeezing it slightly, watching as the fluid changed colour to a murky red. “I remember the dirt falling in on me as I broke through the wood, terrified I was going to suffocate. It took some time to realise that it wasn’t happening as I swallowed the soil and emerged above ground.” Astarion began to softly wipe at her hands, delicately tracing under her nails. “And yet despite how I felt, how my clothes were left muddied, how much earth was beneath my own nails, all I really remember is that dried blood on my neck.”

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Killed him in my first run with little regrets. I didn't find him until near the end of act 1, got attacked by him, then bitten, all in a very short time span. Then I found the Gur and handed him over. Oops, but served him right.

Now though, he's my team cleric of Lathander (Irony!) - And he's my ride or die bro.

Gale time!

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

I'm a member of the messy suit brigade. Get that man an unbuttoned collar, stat! (Also picture related, I want that too.)

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Shadowheart x Gale - Just don't see how it works. Or like I do, with him teaching her to swim or something, but I don't think she'd put up with his long lectures on subjects and he'd get annoyed at her snappiness. Just doesn't work for me.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I've ranted about this before. Pining God!Gale! -

23. Favorite picture of this character?

I have so many! (But these are my favourites, before I get dragged into my screenshots folder and you lose me forever)

#ask game #my contract is fulfiled #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale

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2af-afterdark · 11 months ago

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I'm now legally obligated to send these in when people send Virgin Killer asks, I hope you understand that /j

Since you did the kings reacting to Virgin Killers, I deposit another commentary on which characters are absolutely rocking it:

But only a handful that I think are interesting cuz I actually invested attention into them

Eligos and Paimon: They rock that shit.

My thoughts for Eligos in a Virgin Killer are similar to my thoughts on Nu: Carnival's Aster in a Virgin Killer. They both accessorize that shit. Eligos isn't popping out in some plain grey VK sweater like the ones that pop up on when you search online. If that shit isn't in his signature colors with bows and a flattering hemline, he isn't wearing it, end of story.

For Paimon, also lots of accessories, probably more varied than Eligos, more colors, since Paimon's cuteness aesthetic has a wider color palette. Would bedazzle the VK sweater at least parially, perhaps add a frill trim to the hemline. Either way, it will be cute, and he will spill blood on it at least once.

Phenix: It's fucking Phenix

Phenix is probably one of, if not the only one, who could somehow make the VK sweater more sexual, by not even altering it. That being said, he probably would. I can see him deciding it's not tight enough and cutting off strips of the fabric before sewing it back up so it has to stretch around him. The way his outfit is designed, I could see him replacing the main piece of his bodysuit and wearing the VK with his red top and cloak instead. It wouldn't be tight enough to show off as much of his figure, but he'd also have his entire back and man tiddies out.

Marbas: Imagine how his restraints normally look. Now imagine those straps around that fucker, but in a tight black VK.

Dude free balls it on the regular, and judging by the full body character card I found online, is totally hung. The placement of his restraints, the ones going down the middle of his neck and chest and circling around his hips, already reminded me of a VK, and the fabric for a VK probably wouldn't be so uncomfortable that he'd instantly say no either. I mean, his comic panel jokes about angels retreating after seeing his dick, give the man a VK and let his dick swing free, angel problem fixed.

Dantalian: This is self indulgent, VK doesn't fit his helpless victim motif that he likes to play up to aggro angels, but in all fairness, I find this man adorable in a hot way, so he's included.

Just, picture this sexy motherfucker, if you're into him, I know he's not everyone's cup of tea, just in a VK, ripped and torn, just all roughed up. Tied up in ropes, body covered in graffiti, lookin like he just got jumped. It may not fit with the rest of his costumes, but still. Plus, dude's got nice legs and at least one nipple piercing, he'd look great in it.

Azathoth (Secret Shop Keeper): I'm writing this one as a joke

I can't stop imagining this man as a fucking cryptid who would walk past literally every demon in hell in the sluttiest (said positively) VK sweater imaginable, for a month, before disappearing for a week, and showing back up dressed in his normal clothes and gaslighting the entirety of hell into thinking they all just had one massive joint hallucination

can you tell i have fun with these?

There are so many here. Please just read them. Marbas made me chuckle.

#❖ impulsive gay everything #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb

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corvidaenightcrawler · 2 years ago

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Hey there! Okay so, I wanted to ask, from magical being to magical being, as much as I know about your vampire-ness, I don't really know all that much about your actual LIFE with your vampire-ness. So what's that like? How d'you spend most of your time in your dark & stormy abode? :)

Hello there. Magical being to another, I must admit, I am quite the recluse. I spend my days sleeping and hoping I don't wake up before the sunset. I have coziest bed around, I spend so long in it. Dark and stormy? More like cold and filled with bones. Dark, yes.

I pace my room for hours on end, playing music on loop, often restarting it in the middle. When I find a song that defrosts my heart even the slightest and invokes that euphoria as cold breath in my ribs, I will milk that feeling until there is none left.

Then I write. Sometimes draw. I even write music and read literature, I do love a good Edwardian murder mystery or classic horror.

Depends, really. Whichever strikes my fancy. You humans think we don't eat food, but that's far from the truth. I indulge in pastries and coffee, pasta and steak. It just doesn't fill me, that's all. I get no nutrition from it, but I can't abandon all those tastes that I love so much.

I love to collect things. I'm a maximalist, every inch of my small abode will one day be filled with bones, framed lepidopterae, plants, antiques, bottlecaps, polaroids, and little vintage trinkets. What can I say? I'm a lover of all the knickknacks I pick up on the rare occasions I leave my home. Why would I want to leave when I've got cute cats and DVDs of silver screen movies?

Do I burn in the sun? No, no. That's a myth. We don't sparkle, either. But it hurts. It feels like a million knife-footed spiders scuttling under my skin, and my eyes burn like the Dickens. Sure, I could leave during the day, but why would I want to? There's so many people out and about during the day, I can't enjoy the quiet of the park or the chill breeze of my balcony.

Besides, at night I feel most alive. I even feel awake on occasion.

It isn't without its drawbacks. Every few decades I have to change location, and even identity if I want to go covert. I am honest online, because who would ever believe such a silly thing? Even now, you don't. Never will. Better for me. It's easier to do as I wish that way.

I haven't had many loves over the decades. Not in my youth, not now. I was born mid-19th century. I'll be turning 166 this Monday. Usually, when I fall in love, it later comes to me that I had mistaken the feeling of hunger for attraction. What a shame.

At least I'm gay. Most vampires are. Anybody would be if they lived as long as I have. We're all fruitcakes.

You know, we're not all slick Edward Cullen sexy seductresses. I'm asexual, and let me tell you, it's hard to get breakfast without a sex drive.

I do have some human friends. I suppose you're one of them. Most of them know about my vampiric nature. Comes with the contract. Others don't.

It's not exactly a secret, but nobody suspects it to be true anyway. I don't exactly hide it well. I speak oddly, wear clothes that haven't been in style in 40 years, despise newer music, and act far more jaded than I look. I've got that grim disposition that lends itself to the aesthetics. Not only that, but the braggadocio of Icarus. Immortals know eachother when we see them, we carry endless life in our walk. You can just tell.

Now... The part I usually avoid. It's part of the deal when talking about my day to day life. Feeding. Blood. Yeah yeah, ooooh, so scary. I'm not some terrible monster who kills and eats virgins or picks up some tasty young man at a bar. I only eat once every three months, if I can help it, though sometimes I'm a bit peckish. In town, there are people who willingly give up some blood to keep me going. It's pretty intimate, honestly. Everybody tastes different, some like whiskey, some like cherry pie, some like chocolate, etc. B- is my favorite. Other times, I go for walks in the city or the mountain trails and pick out somebody who smells nice. I don't hurt them too badly, I promise. I'm a messy eater, and sure sometimes I take too much, but I refrain from turning people! Believe it or not, we can choose whether a bite is to eat or to turn. It's so much more fun with lovers. And no, bites don't look like two little red dots. That's stupid.

At this moment I am unemployed, but I soon hope to be a mortician, or forensic technician. Jobs fit for the role, of course.

That's how my afterlife goes, I guess. Uneventful, surprisingly. Sleep all day, then laze around like a fat cat during the night. Tis the life! I don't think I'd have it any other way.

#Thank you for the ask mon frere!!#And I know this is silly goofy but tbh this is kinda just how I live my life lol even the sleeping hours lmaoooo this is mostly true #just vampire things #I wish I could say I was a dramatic verbose dracula but instead you've got a homo poet who can't even turn into a bat #do with this information what you will #<333 #Ask #Vampires #Tw blood #tw vampire #Tw death

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zafirosreverie · 3 years ago

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i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you.

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around.

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again.

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered.

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled.

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met.

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute.

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me”

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile.

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

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“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her,

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing.

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her.

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation.

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them.

You knew your parents would at least try.

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“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking.

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic.

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list.

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face).

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one.

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time.

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head.

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one.

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger.

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #nicole fugere #the addams family #addams family imagine #addams family #request #not my gifs #gifs found in google

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ladyclwriter · 2 years ago

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The Corinthian Imagine

Glinting, twinkling

The Sandman adaption Corinthian x gn Mortal! reader

Smol summary: meeting him in a club, you're a singer, blondie pretending that will kill you, eats someone's eyes, you get horrified, he gives you his coat later, sleepover.

Warning: blood, little violence, toxic blonde man behavior, bad words. 12+

A/n:Zendy gif is for aesthetic purposes.

just wanted to say that this shit is really long

“Boring night, isn't it?”, you said even before you sat by his side. The barman already knew your drink; that colourful one, which you never remembered the name — because you never remembered the night you first drank it, and, according to the barman, you ordered it nine times before passing out. At least, you didn't got a reputation, and the kind guy was the only one who remembered your face. Maybe no one else in that night stayed sober.

“Yeah.” so the blonde guy was not much of a talker. Not a problem, since talking was one of your main things to do in a club.

When you got your colorful-unamed-drink, one fair eyebrow got lift at it, specially after your little smirk.

“You know, we have to find a way to make things more... Funny? Enjoyable? Rainbow-ish?” that was a bad joke, that you thought it could work. It seemed like it did, since the fair eyebrow kept up with interest and curiosity. At least you both were feeling that same... Investigation feeling. “So... You got a little reputation here...”

Nails drummed in the counter, your cologne followed your body, as you leaned towards him, giving your voice the more humor as possible.

“I heard you're more into one specific fruit.”, now two light eyebrows got lifted. And the smile that accompanied them got your heart like a freaking Carnival. “Or you go all ways?”

You swallowed all your shame, knowing that was the stupid type of question every queer person might've heard. Even you heard that a couple times. Most of the times, the answer was yes. And you were hoping so hard that this word would come out of the lips you were staring ever since you saw him.

“Now that's some attitude”.

“I'm not the only shark in the tank. There is a lot of people here only waiting for me to get distracted, to steal you from me. And I don't like a gold rush.” shrugged, saying it in a simple way.

“You party people surely have something with attention.” he didn't, he meant. You both knew it was a lie. Now his head was completely turned at you. “Am I the gold or the miner? And what are you?”

His slight interest made you feel victorious in that rush. You didn't wanted for him to notice that, of course. But your heart was pounding just at this mere move of him.

“I was born gold, capitalism made me a miner. You, right here, right now, is the gold.” his smirk definitely felt like a win to you.

“Can't believe you're a... What is it called... Communist?” the last word came in a whisper above the music stereos. You both laughed, the conversation lighter than it should be, given the place you were — people hooking up, other people fighting, some only loosing their minds.

“No. Not at all. I'm just working and studying since my fifteens. High school, summer jobs. Now it's university papers at 3am and firing people in the HR. Maybe I'll be an executive when I graduate.”

You got lost into the colors of your drink becoming one, in a strange tone, just like your acid humor as you said. With just a big sip, alcohol burned your mouth down, bringing a mix of sweet tastes, playing with your senses.

“You don't seem to be loving it.” it was surprising that he invested on the subject. The barman already brought another one when he finished his little sentence, along with his glass of whiskey.

“It's not really cool to be in a little office, in tight and too warm formal clothes, all the day. Sacrifices.” you only realized he was basically wearing what you described, when you said it. At least, he looked comfortable. And so damn fine.

You took another big sip, this time, the flavors were more singular. You didn't knew, and didn't wanted to know, what that drink was made of. But ended up learning that each color had a different taste. And it was always fun.

Well, not now, with a silence hanging along with a question the blonde man didn't said, somehow respecting your little story. While emptying your glass, you felt his gaze upon you. Behind those weird sunglasses, that stare was almost haunting. That didn't stopped you from asking for another drink, and keeping on.

“The dreams. You are a dreamer, or a living being. It's impossible to survive when you don't sacrifice them” you stared at the colors in your front, again, trying to absorb them. To not make the conversation a dark mess. “It's capitalism. It's life. You can't live with your dreams when you're not in a high spot”.

“What about nightmares?” it was an instant response, he didn't even thought before saying it. But, it got a little laugh out of you.

“Working at an office is surely a nightmare” but he didn't seemed to enjoy the joke.

“What was your dream, if this is so bad?” his cold tone made you feel guilty without knowing why. At least he's interested, you thought.

“Who wants to be in an office, and who has to?” your rhetoric dropped lightly on the subject, taking a little sip of the drink. “Beyoncé. Cher. Madonna, Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, even fucking Michael Jackson... A singer. Not a singer, I wished to be a pop star, glinting and twinkling”.

Some drama with gestures, a pose, and he gave you a smile to kill for. Those white perfectly aligned teeth, sharp as it were ready to bite something. Anyone. Hopefully, you.

“But it was really, really far away from me. I had a family to help, then wanted to leave from my parents house, and it's not easy to be a musician when... Well, no one is.” you tried your best to keep it as an ordinary conversation, another little sip. Nostalgia filled your heart with melancholy, as these colors swirled in the glass. “Music wouldn't feed me, pay my bills, my parents life insurance”.

And you were done. You couldn't talk about it anymore, as you hoped the knot in your throat was from the drink, and not from a cry that was growing up. He seemed to notice that, and to respect. With a quick movement, throwing his head back, emptied his glass, now taking the bottle in his hands.

“My dream is to be free. Free to be who the fuck I want to be. To take the bosses down from their thrones. Let everyone free themselves, do whatever they want. Be who they truly are.”

There, talking dramatically with a whiskey bottle in hands, with a young one smiling with such melancholy at him, Corinthian felt like a dreamer. That was a stab he didn't expected. And him, himself, was holding the knife.

“Cheers to that.” you raised your colorful glass. He raised his bottle. You took a quick sip that emptied it, he kept the bottle in that pretty mouth for long seconds.

Dear lord. How could he be that sexy? Since when a white man getting drunk was so attractive?

When he finished, only half of the bottle had liquid. He sighed loudly, shaking his blonde head. And the smile he gave at your big laugh...

“You. With this blazer. That charming smirk. The whiskey glass. The blonde hair. The weird sunglasses. I don't know. All of this, you... You attracted me in a way I didn't felt in a long time”. He wasn't looking at you.

He was turned to the club. To the dancing people, the neon lights, the loud music and that chaotic aura. But he listened with attention.

“I had to give it a shot. We might not be fucking in the bathroom right now, but I'm satisfied.” with a light smile, you were focusing on him. Not worried about him being yours, or about having someone to be inside you this night.

It was almost poetic. You found a possible really hot friend in a specific club, and that was the best conversation of your last three weeks. And you were supposed to be hooking up right now.

You surely were an adult now.

“I don't even know your name, but... I know you look like a dream.”

“But I'm a nightmare” he said quickly.

“No way. Men are really nightmares, but... I'm totally sure you look like a dream.” Corinthian clenched his fists, and that light conversation was becoming darker. “Or the most handsome nightmare someone ever had”.

He felt a million things in a second. His mind was silent, the world was nothing, there was no noise but that voice. Something, deep inside him, trembled, waiting for what that stranger would say next. It could ruin everything.

“I'm surely dreaming with you tonight.”

You didn't had time to react. His big hand was around your throat. Too close, not in the way you wanted five minutes ago, you could feel his heavy and angry breath in your face, as your oxygen was being interrupted from running in your body.

“Who the fuck are you?” he said in a low tone, almost inaudible, trembling with hatred. “Did he sent you? Do you work for Dream?”

“What the fuck?!” you gasped, trying to release yourself from his grip with your own hands. He squeezed your throat even more. “Stop! Fucking stop!”

You started to fight in the way you could. Your legs were moving crazily, feet hitting his knees, mouth wide open as you tried desperately to breath.

Corinthian didn't move. He didn't let go, but he didn't squeezed to kill. He was confused, analyzing with effort. If that person was sent from Dream, a fair fight should be happening. Or, he would be there. But what if this person was just really good at acting? What if Morpheus was just a cold-blooded motherfucker as always?

The barman came, saying formally that he would call the cops. You struggled for air, your strengths running out of your body, legs stopping to move and eyes closing. Suddenly, he released you. You coughed, involuntary tears running down your face. And he was just there. Staring at the club again.

You got up from your seat, almost falling down. But you had enough balance to hit him in the face, and walk away. You always paid the barman in the next night, anyways.

Before you could even get away from the bar, you felt two hands in each of your arms. You tried to keep walking, but he was stronger. Then you felt the warmth in your back, breath in your ear.

“I'm the Corinthian. Since you don't seem to know, I'm one of what you people call serial killers.” the sharp thing in your back wasn't what you desired when you saw him. It was a knife. “Now you're one of what you people call victims.”

You felt like your heart stopped. Those tears came back to your eyes, your knees trembled, and you didn't knew what to do. Scream? Under the loud music? Ask for help to someone who's drunk, or drugged, or both? Put up a fight?

Powerless. You felt powerless as he got in front of you, taller, bigger, stronger. Your chin trembled, your breath got faster, fear and despair filling your thoughts.

“Can I... Can I have two last wishes?” your voice was a whisper because you could barely speak. He kept holding you firmly, assuring that you wouldn't escape from him. “I want to sing. And to text my mom”.

“Aww. Of course.” his mockery tone made your blood boil. But he released you, and pointed one of his fingers to the stage. You couldn't believe it. “Don't try anything stupid, sweetie. People know my name”.

That subtle threaten echoed in your silent mind as you walked slowly towards the DJ. It required more of your strength than you imagined to scream him under the music, and to ask for him to turn it down. Fortunately, he did it.

You didn't felt nothing when you walked to the stage. You weren't anxious or excited, you couldn't feel your usual shyness infront of that high and pissed off crowd. The microphone made a loud noise when you touched and tested it, but at least, it got everyone's attention.

“Hi. I am Y/N. When I was a little kid, my dream was to be a huge pop star.” everyone laughed, and you wanted to. But you couldn't. “Well, I'm not. But I think that we have to live like everyday is our last day. So... I'm gonna sing to you now.”

At the first song, your voice was the only thing until the first chorus ended. The DJ somehow found the instrumental, and suddenly, that morbid thing became a real show. Everyone was fucking pumped up at you, they wanted more. You looked at Corinthian, standing in the end of the room. He nodded.

Then you sang five more songs. You forgot that death was looking at you. You forgot that was your last night. You felt so fucking alive. Adrenaline filled your veins, the music and the people mixed with your senses as you automatically sang and danced and swirled and walked around. The sixth, and the last, was a slow thing, with a piano and high notes. People screamed the lyrics with their lungs as you interacted with them. It was heartwarming. You felt tears in your eyes as your hands started trembling. Both adrenaline and time were running out. You were thrilled, happy and sad, everything at the same time. But you didn't wanted to look at the blonde man. You looked into those crazy people eyes, you sang to them with your soul.

When you bowed down, you felt like you where in the right place. You were born to it. And you were dying too.

When you came back to Corinthian, he wasn't smiling. But he wasn't serious too. Anyways, you couldn't look at his face. You couldn't stand it anymore.

“You glinted and twinkled.” he said, these little words were vast. They meant a lot more, and you felt like he wanted to say more. But that was enough.

“Let's get out. I'll text her and then...” you didn't knew what would come after, and that made you shiver. Your only certainty, was death.

When you two walked out, he got his hand on your back. Damn, you could've been totally turned on by the exposed skin on the back of your outfit, but no. You were scared. Scared that he would fucking open your back with that knife and count your ribs.

The alley was damp and smelly, barely illuminated. You could hear someone fucking, somewhere, slightly distant. That was a real déjà vú. Maybe you would remember all the times you were there. Maybe a movie with your memories would fly in front of your eyes, like the books said.

You started texting your mom, but you couldn't do it. The last words of her child would be cold words in a screen. No way you were going to do that.

“Hey mom. Just wanted to say I love you and our family more than anything. You are my world, and I hope I was a good child.” you started. The audio message was kinda long, and Corinthian stayed silent by your side. “Please, be happy, mom. I love you. I don't know if I should say goodbye, farewell...”

The blondie made a two with his fingers, and, well, you considered it.

“Farewell, mom. I love you.” you ended. None of you said anything. He just held out his hand, and you gave him your phone. He looked at the lockscreen, a picture of you family there. Then took it into his pocket.

“Alright. Let's get this straight. How do you want it? Fast? Slow? A cut, a shot, a little rabbit thing?”

You felt shivers as he said it calmly, getting in front of you. You were trying to control your breath, silent your mind that rushed with a hundred thoughts. Took a deep breath, and closed your eyes.

“A cut in the throat.” you said firmly. He raised his eyebrows, laughing, and took his knife out of somewhere. It was shiny under the poor light, and when it touched your neck, it was freaking cold.

“Last words, love?”

Before you could say anything, a man bursted out the door. He was barely standing on his feet, and his friend behind him wasn't any better. They mubled something in the drunk-language, and after the door closed, they saw you two.

“Oohh, is that a party? Can we join?” the first one said, approaching you.

“Hey, you're the pop star, aren't you? So, I have this fetish, and...” the other one grabbed you by the back. But this one, you could fight.

An elbow to the face, you turned around and kicked him in the stomach. His balance worked this time, holding on your arms to stand still. You kicked him again, and picked up your shoe to hit him in the head.

No effect.

“Here love, let me show you how you're supposed to do it.” kindly, Corinthian took your shoe out of your hand. The first hit had no effect, and the man was too stunned to speak, staring at something behind them.

You turned your head, only realizing there was a man screaming all this time. Covering your mouth with your hands, you tried to not throw up. The drunk was there, laying and shaking on his own eye's blood. The world swirled, your dinner too. Everything seemed to turn silent when the hitting and the kinda wet noises stopped. You didn't wanted to turn around, so Corinthian did it. With a hand on your shoulder, he turned you to him. His light clothes were stained with red, dark blood. You noticed his sunglasses in his shirt, while slowly looking up. There was a long strain of a more vivid tone running down his face, which you didn't understand, and for a little second thought he got hurt. You were already shaking, but what you saw made you fall. Luckily, he was holding you by your forearms.

You couldn't breathe. Or think. Or sense your muscles. You didn't even felt the tears running down your face, the scream getting out of your throat. You couldn't feel anything but fear and horror by the vision.

Little white teeth chewing bloody eyes. But he doesn't have eyes. It wasn't his.

“I said. I'm a nightmare.” he whispered softly, turning his head away from you. “It's hard to chew with the glasses, but I'll put them if you want to. Do you?”

He couldn't do it while holding you up. But you couldn't say anything. You couldn't even think, the image like a red gum in your brain, sticking there, not letting you mentalize anything else.

The Corinthian was almost heartbroken. Damn, he liked that one. And now, what was twenty minutes ago a possibility of some kind of friendship, or romance, was broken down into another traumatized human.

Nightmares can't have friends. Or lovers. Or anything. Because that's how Dream fucking made them. Because that's how it is.

“Kill me” you whispered. As the horror cooled down, like a silent beast, lying in your brain and heart and soul, you were recovering your feelings. Still couldn't feel your body, but you could feel anger growing up inside you. “You better fucking kill me.”

“But I have another pair of eyes, I don't need yours. There's no reason to kill you. At least, not now.” quick tears slid down your face, chin trembling.

“Fuck you. Go to the fucking hell, you damn motherfucker.” you wanted to rage. You wanted to hit him, scream at his bloody face, break his sunglasses and kick his balls. But you couldn't. You could barely feel your arms, as they struggled to reach out to his face. You wanted to punch the hell out of him. “How am I supposed to fucking live after all of this? How?!”

“Bastards are killed everyday. And people, mostly, get mad right after seeing my eyes. Specially in such... Moment. But here you are. Saying bad words.” he tried to sound like he does all the time. Tried to act like he actually didn't cared as much as he seemed, still with his head turned away, still holding that fragile one.

“They probably had a family. Children.” your legs were coming back to life, as your voice became firm, cold. “I'm sure I'll get mad when I don't sleep for days.”

You had mercy. You weren't going to say "because everytime I even blink your fucking hellish vision comes back to me". You didn't knew why, but you had mercy.

“Sweetie. I swear it wasn't on purpose, I... I thought you were handling the guy, so I let myself get a little... Wild. And I forgot it.”

Fuck. He didn't knew why he was explaining himself for that... That... Mortal. Why would he need to give any explanation to someone he could kill so easily? Why he did that?

“I swear I would've put my glasses on. It was an accident. I swear to... To me.” you couldn't believe it. You could've smiled, yes. But you got back to your feet, and got away from him. Avoiding dead bodies on the ground, you walked outside the alley. “Hey. It's late. I know that was quite a ride, but let me accompany you home, alright?”

“No.”

Your face was wet with tears, makeup ruined. Didn't had one of your shoes, God, couldn't even imagine how your hair was. But you kept walking. Your feet were moving automatically. These two knew the way, they led you home safe and sound when your mind was melting with alcohol. Like these nights, you just wanted to be home. You didn't cared if you wouldn't stand ten minutes in a closed room, or if only the slightest move of your black cat in the house would scare you. You just wanted to be there. To fall down in your fuzzy and dusty rug.

“Hey. Please.” but he kept walking behind you. “Jesus, I'm saying please! Just please, let me go with you!”

“No.” you answered quickly. No hesitation, no doubts. No even fucking thoughts. Just home. You needed to get there.

“Just stop, Y/N!” he held your arm. You didn't stopped. Your feet kept moving, even if you didn't moved an inch away. Then you started to try harder. Shaking your arm, tears rolling down your face, you tried to release yourself. Then he touched your face, turning it towards him. “Forgive me. I'll try to save you from the nightmares, I promise. Just forgive me and let me try to save this night.”

You hit him in the face again, this time, his head turned with the strength. Didn't cared about the blood in your hand, and the sunglasses were almost invisible to you now.

“Fuck you.” you said, low, rough, like a growl. But silent dark cars were in the streets. Drunk people were laughing and screaming across the street. And then, the fuck you, turned into a “fuck it.”

“What?” his face lighten up with a smile, and not even Corinthian himself knew why he sighed with such relief. “Really?”

You didn't answered. Your feelings were totally crushed, your soul was in pieces. The night was noisy and as haunting as Corinthian's eyes. You weren't scared, but you couldn't feel anything at all. Except for the cold wind, that made you shiver when you shrugged, turning your back at him.

“Oh, you're cold. Here, take it.” he took his blazer off, and delicately, helped you wear it while you walked.

It didn't matter that the cloth was full of blood. Or that your phone was vibrating in the pocket. You were just walking home.

The Corinthian was really feeling like a nightmare. He could see your empty eyes, the glinting and twinkling weren't there anymore. He felt like the fucking monster he were made to be. But he would try. He would take you home, and stay there. With his glasses. Making sure you wouldn't get crazy.

He just wanted to make it right, so he could see you glinting and twinkling like the pop star you truly were.

And that was the most human and motherfucker thing he ever felt.

That was quite a ride, wasn't it? Poor reader.

English is not my native language, and I have never taken any courses, I am self-taught. I know what the words mean, but I don't know any kind of grammar rules, so if something was wrong, forgive me. Hope you enjoyed it!

#the corinthian #imagine #fanfic #the sandman #neil gaiman #netflix #toxic blonde behavior #poor y/n #probably a part two at the sleepover?#Spotify #the Corinthian x reader

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adurna0 · 3 years ago

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Wheel of Time Forsaken Review

Inspired by @highladyluck’s Forsaken Rating post, I realized I really should make my own given how much I love them.

This rating will be based on the following 3 criteria, on a scale of 1-10:

Competence: the Shadow’s servants need to actually be credible threats.... or so one would imagine.

Style: Alright, so some of them may have missed the mark on Competence. But how stylishly did they do whatever they did? How much flair did they have?

Potential: In light (heh) of the tv adaptation, how much (tapped and untapped) potential do their stories have?

Spoilers for the entire series ahead!

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Ishamael/Moridin

Competence: 10/10 The undisputed Nae’blis, the leader from the get-go, the man who people thought was the Dark One himself, need I say more? Not only does he accomplish like a good 80% of what the Shadow does during the books, he’s also responsible for the chaos of the Trolloc Wars, the formation of the Black Ajah, Artur Hawkwing’s campaign against the Aes Sedai (and thus, indirectly, the Seanchan). If there’s anything wrong in the world at any moment, just blame Elan Morin Tedronai, chances are it’s his fault somehow.

Style: 9/10 Ishamael comes out swinging. Flaming eyes and mouth? Creepy dreams? Long-winded speeches? “I win again Lews Therin”? Excellent presentation. Not to mention that coming to gloat at your eternal rival’s house after he’s been driven insane by his own “victory” is absolutely ICONIC. His later stint as Moridin is a bit more subdued but he still crushes a goblet in his hand in rage and then laughs like a maniac, reduces a man to a pool of blood for having the misfortune of simply being in his vicinity, keeps Zo’mara around for no other purpose than to have really hot servants that are scary, the list goes on. Depressed Suicidal Madman is less of a loud style than Lord Of The Dark With Cartoon Villain Speeches, but it’s still a Style and I respect it.

Potential: 10/10 As far as Forsaken go, he’s one of those that reach their fullest potential. The only thing that would be better would be having him around for all the books. Imagine books 4-6, which are usually considered really good, if Ishamael was kicking around too. Flawless. Also, the nihilism? Mwah, chef’s kiss.

Notes: I may be biased here, but I love him.

Lanfear/Cyndane

Competence: 8.5/10 Look. She’s pretty competent? She literally opened the Bore, causing this whole Dark One situation to be a problem in the first place. She gets 1 point docked for dying to being pushed through a door (although who can mess with Moiraine really) and another half docked for like. Not really actually working for the Shadow for a while? Like she just kinda does her own thing. Which I really really respect, like the woman has guts, but she’s questionably effective as a servant of the Shadow at times.

Style: 9/10 First of all, her clothes. The woman has an Aesthetic and I give that to her. Her first incarnation as Lanfear is really a 10+, she pulls everything off effortlessly, she has her own brand, she sells Mat his iconic hat, the woman’s got it all. Cyndane... She tries.

Potential: 10/10 Ok, ok, listen. Her whole crazy ex-girlfriend shtick is holding her back a little bit. Imagine a Lanfear unchained from that. Oh, sure, she could still be all over Lews Therin, but imagine if the story had leaned into her more as a free chaos agent, willing to defy the Shadow itself for her own evil goals. Yes.

Notes: I don’t even really like Lanfear but I respect her.

Aginor/Osan’gar

Competence: 5/10 Sigh. Oh Aginor. On the one hand, he created the Trollocs and all the other freaky abominations of the Shadow, which really do all of the hard work. Like his Age of Legends work was a 10/10. He, however, did absolutely fuck all in the Third Age. Nada. Nothing. This brings him to an average of 5/10

Style: 1/10 Old zombie man to boring dude in the background. Just boring.

Potential: 7/10 So “evil mad scientist” is a nice concept, if a bit overdone. Would have liked to see him in his comfort zone in the Third Age. What new monstrosity could he have cooked up? What new ways could he have found to break every code of ethics in the sciences? Could be some cool stuff there. Bioweapons, anyone?

Notes: Meh. He’s not even incompetent in a fun way in the time of the books?

Balthamel/Aran’gar

Competence: 3/10 Balthamel was a spymaster for the Shadow. He was also a historian and a fuckboy. This leads me to believe he was that one dude in college that just knew everyone and everything. 2 points for that. 1 point for getting laid in the Third Age.

Style: 2/10 Marginally more stylish than Aginor. She did some hanging out at Graendal’s place, I guess, and seduced some people at Salidar.

Potential: 5/10 Spies are cool, a spy at Salidar is cool. She could have done more, but I’m unsure if that’s enough to justify an entire character.

Notes: I never know what pronouns to use, blame RJ, idek.

Demandred

Competence: 8.5/10 He’s gone for like 90% of the series but when he arrives he arrives. He came through on the Last Battle and it may have been for the best that he didn’t really actively participate in events before that because the drama and machinations would have eaten him right up. Still, he suffers from being that one person who waits for their plan to be perfect and by the time it is it’s almost too late.

Style: 6/10 Dueling people one on one in the middle of the Last Battle is pretty stylish. Everything else? Not so much, sadly. Stop yelling for Lews Therin.

Potential: 10/10 A villain who’s undeniably a villain AND still sympathetic? Yes please. He’s smart, he actually gives a shit to a degree, he could have had it all and yet his jealousy and old grudge blind him. All the fun of a great villain, with a side of tragic.

Notes: He should have just stayed in Shara and been happy!

Graendal/Hessalam

Competence: 8/10 This lady did stuff. She probably singlehandedly fucked up as much shit in the Last Battle behind the scenes as Demandred did visibly. Her Compulsion game was on point. And really, who can blame her for dying when the Dragon just showed up and ultra-nuked her place? What’s a girl to do then? Points docked for being a little too caught up in finding pretty people.

Style: 10/10 She goes around in That Outfit. Need I say more? Graendal lives for the style. She uses people as her footrest. She conspires with other Forsaken, she gets around she is style personified.

Potential: 8/10 Ultimately, sexy villainess is a bit of a tired trope. Graendal does manage to provide a fresh take on it, being a former ascetic and psychologist who did a complete 180 due to philosophical reasons. Would be interesting to see her worldview contrasted more clearly with Ishamael’s.

Notes: She’s absolutely gross, but she’s fun gross. That’s all you need from a villain.

Rahvin

Competence: 4/10 He was apparently pretty effective in Ye Olde Days, but even then he was too busy staring at pretty women to keep doing a good job. Bringing a nation under your command by “seducing” (cough cough) the ruler is a good idea on paper, but the execution was shoddy. And you’d think that a person who favored diplomacy so heavily and had so much “charisma” (COUGH COUGH) would have accomplished much more.

Style: 4/10 He has a nice voice in the audiobook and is supposedly very handsome, so I grudgingly give him 4 points.

Potential: 5/10 The problem with Rahvin is that Graendal does everything he does, but better. A political manipulator is fun, but there’s nothing that really distinguishes him in that regard.

Notes: Gross, but not fun gross. Rest in shit.

Semirhage

Competence: 6/10 Ok, so. She singlehandedly pushes Rand down his darkest pit. But that also inadvertently leads to his epiphany moment. Overall like she had a lot of “good” intentions but they never came to full fruition. Points for effort and for being able to handle the terrifying beast that is the Seanchan, like have you seen them???

Style: 7/10 She’s the all-black-clothes to Lanfear’s all-white-clothes. A little bit derivative, I gotta say, but I would NOT say that to her face. See if she could handle the Seanchan it’s only because she’s even more terrifying than them. She gets points removed for being absolutely ridiculed by Cadsuane, although Cadsuane is a force of nature herself.

Potential: 7/10 The sadistic healer... And she never met Nynaeve? A shame. Would have loved to see more of her Seanchan chaos-causing behind the scenes.

Notes: Please don’t hurt me.

Asmodean

Competence: 1/10 He’s absolutely useless. Like, the man’s a musician. Who made him Chosen? All he does is look pretty and play music.

Style: 10/10 What he lacks in skills he makes up in style. Even at his most useless, even when he fucks up the worst, he does it with unmatchable flair. He’s the disaster bard we all need in our lives. Impeccable.

Potential: 10/10 A Forsaken who gets forced to serve the Dragon and teach him things? Who comes the closest to actual redemption? Redeem Asmodean you cowards! Let him come back to the Light!

Notes: That’s so sad, Asmodean play the March of Death.

Moghedien

Competence: 4/10 She gets led throughout the series in a wild roadrunner & will. e. coyote chase, complete with looney tunes sound effects. Not the most effective, but she is resilient and she is the only one who never died after all.

Style: 3/10 Business majors have no style, I’m sorry. She gets all her points docked for her choice of profession, but some added back by how absolutely ridiculous she is during the books’ events with Nynaeve.

Potential: 8/10 She does nothing really useful, doesn’t do it with particular flair... So why give her an 8? Well, that’s because Moghedien’s role isn’t to be your typical Chosen. She’s the comic relief, of course! And she’s brilliant at that. She’s like that fucking squirrel in Ice Age, always so close to getting that one acorn, yet always failing in the most absurd ways. You kinda start rooting for her out of pity and maybe, maybe some measure of respect for the fact that she just absolutely refuses to give up.

Notes: I bet it takes her like 3 months to get the Seanchan to start making NFTs.

Sammael

Competence: 5/10 He’s just painfully average. Sure, he takes over a nation, but so does everyone and their cat these days. Does some plotting with Graendal but it’s clear she’s just playing him. Boring, but not entirely useless I guess? He did some stuff in the Age of Legends.

Style: 1.5/10 This man could not recognize style even if it hit him in the face. He’s just so dreadfully uninspired. Maybe if he’d spent more time listening to Graendal. He gets a 1.5 because I’m pretty sure those two had a Friends(???) With Benefits sort of situation going and that’s like juicy at a dreadfully minimum level.

Potential: 2/10 Another rival of Lews Therin, except this one is boring as fuck. He’s the jock that wonders why nobody cares about him when all he talks about is himself. There’s just nothing unique about him, nothing that he does that Demandred didn’t do better. Get over yourself man, it’s just pathetic.

Notes: He’s not even short. He just thinks he’s short.

Be’lal

Competence: 2/10 He’s just kinda there. Beat Lews Therin at stones once but at what cost? Took over Tear and then died within like 3 seconds. Whatever. Gets a 2 for doing the bare minimum in the AoL.

Style: 4/10 He has... Some modicum of style. Reinvented swordfighting with Lews, got that distinguished older gentleman vibe. Not entirely terrible.

Potential: 5/10 He’s like Sammael, except less effective but also less boring in theory? If the story had leaned into his Eccentric Gentleman With Swords style, he could have been mildly interesting. Demandred still largely does all of that better though.

Notes: I kinda feel sorry for him. Swords are cool, it’s ok, don’t cry...

Mesaana

Competence: 6/10 She took over the Black Ajah, which, props for that but she just kinda took over from Ishamael. She was the Shadow’s propagandist in the Second Age, which is pretty useful, but I do wonder how much of the Black Ajah’s success is truly her doing. Alviarin did a lot of the work there. Still, not terrible!

Style: 4/10 She doesn’t care about style AT ALL and that is a style in and of itself. Distracted academic who appears as a shadow in people’s dreams is a passable look. Nothing to write home about, though.

Potential: 5/10 I’m not sure about the need to have both her and Alviarin around. She does so much of her work behind the scenes it’s hard to make me truly invested in her. Plus she always seemed like she dreamed too small to me.

Notes: I absolutely understand the academia-to-evil pipeline, I do.

M’hael

Competence: 7/10 This dude. He cripples the Black Tower for a good while, but really it’s only because Rand is busy being too much of a dumbass to do something about it. Does his part at the Last Battle, but he does not exceed expectations. Gotta respect that he made Chosen rank as a Third Age channeler though, I hear the hiring process is very biased.

Style: 5/10 His vibes are the worst. Like he might as well have an “evil” neon sign over his head. Idk how he does that. All of his style points come from the “asha’man kill” scene.

Potential: 10/10 When you think about Taim, it��s so easy to forget the man is... 28 years old. A 28 year old channeler. A baby, practically. He’s been channeling since he was 18. How did he end up in the Shadow? There’s gotta be some juicy story of how he got recruited. Plus having such a young channeler rise to such prominence in the Black Tower while being a double agent for the Shadow is a great plot arc. If only he was written like, a little less ridiculously visibly evil from the start.

Notes: Cleanse your vibes please, sir, I beg you. ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ (I love them all, they’re so terrible.)

#wheel of time #the wheel of time #the forsaken #wheel of time spoilers #wot book spoilers #wheel of time book spoilers #wot spoilers #my meta

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Let Me Worship You

(C!Technoblade X Gn!Reader)

Request 9: Could I perhaps request a c!techno x gn!reader where maybe the reader is good friends with Dadza and meets Techno one day and they fall for each other? Bonus if the reader is maybe a great builder like dadza but too shy to actually meet anyone so they just build things quietly and then move on and no one but dadza really knows them? Soft! and/or protective! Techno would be cute but not needed!! 😊😊😊

Requested By: 🍀 Anon

I hope you don't mind the shameless art I made for this lol.

At this point in his life, Technoblade had known Phil for centuries, they started their own brief empire together and he watched him raise Wilbur the best a single father could. It was about five years ago when you started following Phil around, the first time Technoblade met you was entirely by accident. He just needed to drop off some building supplies to Phil and Wilbur when he saw you trifling through Phil’s stuff, you had gorgeous white wings and when the sun hit them just right he saw flecks of gold peek through. His piglin side was immediately enamored with the gold wanted to reach out and run a delicate hand through the feathers. Technoblade set his jaw and summoned his ax to his side, you turned around (e/c) eyes widening with shock and fear. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel pure satisfaction rush through his veins seeing your fright. You held up your hands and everything you were holding tumbled to the ground, wings puffing up with shock and horror. Hearing the noise Phil wandered into the room and was quick to diffuse the situation, you hid behind the taller male and Techno gave a grunt of an apology in your direction.

From that moment forward you were as much of a staple in his life as Phil was, Phil had explained Wilbur had found you half dead a little ways away from his home. You had wings like his and Phil couldn’t let you die without answers, his crows would never let him live it down. After he got what he needed from you, Phil noticed just how handy you were around the house especially when you were building things so he kept you around. Technoblade never really interacted with you unless Phil was there to interpret, you weren’t much of a talker and Technoblade was never one for long-drawn-out conversation anyway. However, when Phil had killed Wilbur and he and Technoblade had to move north you inevitably followed the birdman. That’s when Technoblade really began to understand and get to know you and your little quirks. He noticed that when you concentrated on blueprints to a certain build you’d stick your tongue out all cute like, or the soft songs you’d hum when you thought no one was listening.

But Technoblade always listens.

He also noticed that since you and Phil had moved in there was an abundance of not only Phil’s crows flying around but a few stray morning doves pecking at the snow as well.

With the encouragement of the voices, Technoblade had gathered up enough courage to attempt to hold onto a conversation with you. As he walked up to you he noticed the soft coo of a dove was heard, catching your attention. You turned around and your eyes locked with his own, he watched your shoulders tense and face flush a little as he approached you.

Off to a rocky start already. Great.

“Ugh. Hey?” Technoblade grunted hands crossing over his chest,

‘Hey? HEY? is that the best you can do? Look at them they’re cowering. Good, they should be, which means we’re well known.’

Technoblade cleared his throat a little as you held up a hand with a shy wave, “hello.” You greeted, your voice was soft and sweet like honey in his ears. The exact opposite of Wilbur and Tommy’s, he found himself enjoying the tone. “So um...did I do something wrong?” Your wings folded back and he watched you methodically run your fingers through the feathers.

‘Look at the gold flecks! I want them! I wanna pet them they’re so cute! So small and helpless like a little worm. Worm? Really? What it’s an analogy! A bad one! Shut up she’s giving us a look!’

“No? Did you do something I should be concerned about?”

“No!” You sputtered out in panic, dropping the bricks in your hand stumbling back so they wouldn’t crush your toes.

You had fast reflexes, that’s good.

The morning dove around you cooed in distress fluttering up to your shoulder, nesting there like it was its home. “I’m alright,” You whispered eyes going soft as you scratched under the bird’s chin, Technoblade watched with interest. Technoblade gathered why Phil really liked you, you were almost an exact replica of the mild manner builder, other than the anarchist tendencies.

“Didn’t mean to make you drop your stuff,” Technoblade clicked his tongue softly bending down to gather your materials. “Where do you want them?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked you a question kid.” Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pressed into a thin tense line. Technoblade observed as your eyebrow twitched, oh you were annoyed. You didn’t voice your annoyance he couldn’t help but mentally comment how cute that look was on you. A huff spilled past your lips and you directed him where to place the bricks in their proper locations. The both of you fell into light conversation after that, he caused you to laugh a few times and it made him feel oddly warm inside. He didn’t even realize that the sun began to set until you pointed it out, Technoblade rubbed the stubble on his chin glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You were staring up at the sunset, the orange and red colors shone through the gaps in your feathers, your eyes were alight with wonder. You looked like an old Greek statue, an angel carved out of the finest marble and gemstones.

He flushed when you turned to face him, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so blatantly. You smiled the tips of your pointing ears turning pink, “You should stay the night.” Technoblade spoke without really thinking about the consequences, “there’s plenty of room.”

“Alright. I think I will. It’s not safe flying at night anyway.” Your smile only growing in size at his offer, he made the right decision then, he led you and your little dove through the snow and into his cabin.

Spring rolled around and there was a little house set up right next to Technoblade’s home. It fit his aesthetic nicely, made out of wood, and always had its lanterns lit, it was your home. However, you began to spend most of your time at Technoblade’s home talking with the retired Blood God. You and Phil also had begun molting which was Technoblade’s least favorite time of the year mostly because of all the feathers. However, this year in particular he was particularly enamored with your shiny golden feathers he would find around his home. Maybe he collected them and kept them in his ender chest, it wasn’t creepy he was cleaning. At least that’s what Technoblade told himself, not because he found your feathers beautiful or anything and was enamored by the shine.

“Hey Kid,” Technoblade asked from his seat across from you in his sitting room, you picked your head up and tilted it to the side in a questioning manner. Your wings were ruffled, messy and you looked uncomfortable to be interrupted from your grooming. “Need some help?” He watched your entire face turn bright red in the process, “look you can say no. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable!” You argued, “just caught off guard a little Tech. I never thought it’d be something you were interested in.” Standing up from the chair you spread your wings wide, pulled over a stool, and flopped in front of Technoblade. He was a little shocked at how quickly you agreed, they must’ve really been bothering you.

“Do I...just stick my hands in there or…”

You tossed your head back and let out a roaring laugh,

“heh? What’s so funny huh? I don’t wanna hurt you.” Technoblade snapped at you with an embarrassed huff, your laughter slowly dyed down after a few more seconds.

“Sorry I just. Is that what you say to the ladies too?” Technoblade choked and blanked never once have you said something so dirty before, he didn’t even know you were capable of making jokes like that.

“I say that to everyone actually, I don’t discriminate to just women- I’m not helping my case am I? I should stop talking.” It only served to send you into another set of loud giggles, Technoblade was red in the face and stuck his hands into the little feathers by your back. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch, you let out a soft sound of pleasure. Technoblade chose to ignore the sound even if it sent the voices into a frenzy, to mark and claim, and...he was absolutely not going to finish that thought. You both sat there for about an hour and thirty minutes, fixing up your feathers making you preen at the touches. You were smiling like an idiot by the time he was done and you spread your feathers wide, almost like you were showing them off. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel proud that you liked the work he did so much,

“They’re so soft! Thank you Techno!” You turned towards him, eyes practically glowing with adoration. His face turned red, you were stunning, he kissed you that night and by wintertime, the both of you were an official couple.

Phil was quick to catch onto the change in demeanor between the couple, he clapped Techno on the back as congratulations. You were out on another building project, making a little farm because you knew how much Technoblade loved potatoes, you really were attentive. Surprising Technoblade, Phil had also threatened his first cannon life if he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Techno was a little surprised Phil would go as far as to threaten him, but he promised his old friend he wouldn’t let any man, woman, or creature lay their hands on you, including himself.

It was the dead of winter and temperatures had dropped drastically, Technoblade had made both you and Phil warm clothes for the occasion that matched with his own winter gear. He had given you a friendship emerald and in return, you made him a necklace with one of your golden feathers on it.

Technoblade cherished the gift with his entire being. On occasion, while he was out on a long journey he’d press gentle kisses to it when he missed you, and he swore sometimes he swore it moved on its own. He walked into the cabin to see you spread across his couch, a book on your lap, wings curled in tight against your body. He smiled softly dropping the wood he gathered by the door, he snuck over to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“Hi, sunshine,” You greeted turning your head to look at him, his face burned and his chest filled with warmth. Technoblade moved to sit in your lap with a smirk, he plucked the book from your hands to look at the cover. You frowned in his direction, “You lose my spot and I’m hitting you over the head with it.”

“Violent.” He tutted softly bopping you on the head with said book, you shot him a cold look.

“Hypocrite.”

“Nerd.” He responded casually, you let out a little huff, wings ruffling in frustration.

There’s that look, he loved that look. God, you were so cute.

You slapped your hands on his cheeks, and it shocked him back to attention. He felt your fingers spread across his cheeks and your thumbs brush against the apples of his face. Technoblade’s eyes softened and he snuggled into your open palms, he saw you smile and his eyes dropped to a content close. Technoblade did something he hadn’t done in years, he felt the rumble in his throat before it happened, he purred.

His eyes snapped open with fear and embarrassment, but the way your eyes were sparkling quelled the feelings immediately.

“Did you just purr?”

“So what if I did?” He grumbled another purr mixing with a growl,

“That’s the cutest thing in the entire world Mr. Big Bad anarchist. You only purr for me?” The light teasing in your voice sent him aflame, “Aw you do!” You cooed rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs again, he buried his face in your chest as more purrs spilled from his mouth without him wanting them to. “No need to hide it, keep them purrs coming.” Technoblade’s entire face was red as you reached forward to pluck his glasses from his nose. You placed them on the end table and grabbed a blanket wrapping you both inside a cocoon of warmth.

“You tell anyone about this and we’re breaking up.”

“Deal. Your secrets safe with me.” You hummed quietly running his hands through his pink locks melting against your touch. He finally relaxed completely resting the side of his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Technoblade purred and you could feel the rumbles of his chest against your own. The ferocious Blade was akin to a cat, grumpy on the outside but a big softie who wanted attention on the inside. Leaning forward you kissed his forehead, another louder purr was pulled from the man and pressed his forehead back against your lips. “Good boy.~” You teased scratching under his chin he sent you a tired look but the redness in his cheeks gave away how much he enjoyed the praise.

“Shut up. You’re being cringe.” He growled with no real bite or fire,

“Take a nap big guy. You deserve one. You’re safe with me.” Technoblade yawned loudly at your words, his jaw unhinging a little, only proving to show how tired he really was. “I’ll protect you, always.” Technoblade smiled sheepishly and allowed himself to let his guard down just this once to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.

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showtoonzfan · 3 years ago

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Hazbin Hotel: Alastor design reveal (background, character review and rant)

(Authors note: This is a LONG post, so be warned. I first start ranting about the damn background before I get to Al, sorry lol. )

Welp guys. He’s here, the tumblr sexyman himself, Alastor the radio demon. (God, that name is still stupid). The Hazbin Hotel official Twitter released what everyone’s favorite deer boi will look like in the upcoming show. And after the creator Viv hyped his design up SO MUCH, it all led up to THIS.

https://twitter.com/hazbinhotel/status/1504890445112889344?s=21

You.....you’ve gatta be kidding me right? You have got to be FUCKING kidding me. That’s it? THAT’S WHAT WE WAITED FOR? THAT’S THE BIG REVEAL YOU HYPED UP VIV???

Okay...deep breaths. Let’s talk about this shall we? Let me start off by saying........wow. After going through the Hazbin hotel tag on Twitter to see the fandom’s reaction, these people are REALLY hyped and jazzed for a damn WHITE LINE aren’t they? I mean I don’t know what I expected, the tag is FILLED with nothing but praises once again, rambling on about how “good” he looks. Christ, I feel like if you waved a pair of DANGLING keys you’d get the same reaction out of this fandom. Now, before we talk about Al himself, I want to do the same thing I did with Charlie’s design post, despite my blood boiling here more lmao. Start with the background, then the top of the character to the bottom, then my thoughts on the show and or Viv. Without wasting any time, let’s get to it.

First, the background. So, when the official Hazbin hotel Twitter posted what the hotel would look like, we saw that in the top corner of the hotel, there was a radio tower, that of course belonged to Alastor.

Now that we have the new pic, we are able to see a tad at what the inside looks like....and it looks........bland. I mean, here’s the problem. Since the pic is clearly a zoom in on Al, and we can only see the table and a rack behind him, we aren’t able to see the full room. I feel like if the perspective was a zoom out and a clear shot of the FULL room, it would have been better, because the only thing we can see here are the radios, light mic?? And clothing rack, as well as plants, but the room just looks empty and boring despite that. Now when it came to Al’s tower, I never really had any ideas, but I feel like his room here could be more interesting than what we got. Again, this pic should have been a zoom out so we can see the full thing. Who knows, maybe some of y’all can brainstorm what you think his full tower would look like and come up with some cool ideas! If you do, I would love to see them, I’ve seen some of y’alls work, don’t tell anyone but some of these fans are more creative than Viv. Also...now that I’m looking at the outside of his radio tower, it looks uncreative and bland as well. I know I’m raving over little little things, but come ON Viv, with how weird and creepy Al is supposed to be, (or at least that’s the vibe Viv is trying to go for with his character) you’d think his tower would stand out from the rest of the hotel. I mean she herself said that this man has one room that’s tidy and clean, and another room that’s literally a swamp. (She said this in a livestream) now that fact may not be canon anymore, but if it’s still true, I feel like his radio tower would look weird as well, I mean the way Viv describes him, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of his rooms looked like the cannibal family from Helluva.

Hopefully in the actual show, when we see his ACTUAL room, and it’ll be all the more creepy and jarring, especially since he’s a cannibal. Now that’s a fun concept, Alastor’s room! That has so much potential, again, if anyone wants to share interesting thoughts or ideas you have on his room and aesthetic, I would LOVE to hear it!

ANYWAY, let me share my thoughts on what’s actually in the room. The first thing I wanna say is, what the hell is that purple thing on the rack? Is that...a towel? A cloak? It seems random, I mean we haven’t seen or heard about other outfits that Al wears, so I feel like Viv just put that there to fill up space. I will say, I do like the rack design though, it ain’t mind blowing but at least it has variety. Then there’s his couch, which is just a regular couch. Again, this is nitpicky, but come on, the hotel couches in the PILOT had more variety than this! I remember seeing Faust, an ex worker on Hazbin, who designed a hotel couch that looked cool.

I bring all of this up because this is what I hope to see in the show. When it comes to the hotel furniture, I don’t care what it is, it could be anything, couches, racks, dressers, ect, I just want them to have creativity to them. Even the furniture designs you see in the pilot are a good example, I just want something other than multiple eyes to represent the hell aesthetic, it’s the least they could do since hell itself looks like earth but painted red. Okay I know I’m trailing off topic, so if you’re still reading, thank you.

The last thing I want to talk about before we actually get to the blob o-OH I mean Al, is the what seems to be a mic light switch, next to the plants, which btw, I do like.

WHY WASN’T THIS HIS ACTUAL MICROPHONE??? Like....it pisses me off because this proves that Viv knows what 1920’s microphones actually LOOK like, but she doesn’t bother having it belong to Al. I don’t understand why this couldn’t be his Mic, I’m so disappointed like....wasted potential once again. And while we’re here, I don’t even LIKE the design of Al’s Mic. It looks nothing like it came from the 1920’s, unlike this LIGHT SWITCH RIGHT HERE. Also Valentino was right, his microphone just looks like a dildo. Yeah I said it. Call me cringe. 😭

Anyway bois....we finally made it....let’s talk about Alastor’s design.

So.........did Viv EVER listen to the criticism side of the fandom? Like.....EVER? Did she EVER hear someone who had to critique the pilot out, wether it be in the form of a YouTube video, a tweet, or a tumblr post? Ever? Or did she do what I think she did, which was watch and listen to the side of the fandom who just blindly praise her and act like she can do no wrong. Cause....I think that’s what she’s doing y’all....I mean hell, I don’t know why I was expecting her to listen to the critic side of the fandom, especially since she’s known to throw hissy fits when someone critiques her, and let’s not forget how she reacted to a harmless Velvet redesign by Miss Zizi, in the most bitchy and unprofessional way possible. Of course she didn’t change JACK SHIT about Alastor. Jack SHIT. Yeah, I know there’s a tweak of change here and there, and I’ll get to that, but let’s just say it how it is guys, he looks EXACTLY the same. Remember when I said that since Charlie is completely red, I would be upset if Al turns out that way because they then would look completely the same unless Viv tweaks his palette? WELP....HERE WE ARE.

Like...I don’t care if Charlie is wearing a different outfit than him, they both STILL look the same, and that’s a huge problem. And Christ, not only that, but ONCE AGAIN, the background is mostly red, NOT making Al stand out. And yes, I know Pentagram City’s sky is supposed to be red at ALL times apparently, but it would certainly be better and even more interesting if the skies changed color from time to time, like green, orange, purple, because THOSE colors actually make a red colored character STAND OUT. I have two examples here, I found two edits. One of another wonderful person who follows me here, and another from a person on Instagram. Here are the two edits:

The first one is by @sexymen-dystopia, and the next is from insta, I don’t know who posted that one because it was a friend who showed me, but now that these are here, I’ll ask the same question I did when my friend edited the Charlie background edit. Doesn’t this look better? Doesn’t Al ACTUALLY pop out more from the environment? The yellow REALLY makes him stand out, and the green matches his swamp aesthetic, so I like that one as well! And while we’re on the subject of colored backgrounds (don’t worry I won’t talk a lot this time) it isn’t THAT hard to make the background pop out from the character. Circling back to what I said about Viv, one of the major MAJOR criticisms the pilot got was that the characters don’t pop out from the red backgrounds. Viv could have used two choices. One, change the characters color palettes so they pop out from the environment, or two, change the ENVIRONMENTS colors so the character doesn’t blend in with the background. Instead she did fucking neither, because she can’t take criticism and is still stuck in her comfort zone. Rather than actually LISTEN to the fans and try her best to make one of her most famous characters look appealing to the audience and stick out, she instead used a white line. A fucking white line. Now yes, again I KNOW there’s technically more changes than that, but the white line is more important than you think, so hear me out. Now...first let me start off by saying that despite just stating that I think Viv didn’t even listen to the critic side of the fandom, I feel like she sort of did. She knew people kept saying Al was too red and didn’t pop out, so instead of actually trying, she thought she’d put a white line on him and his microphone to make him pop out without putting in the effort. Not only does that piss me off to the core, but.....the hilarious thing is that the white line itself actually DOESN’T make him stand out!

So hear me out. I’ve seen so many fans on here and Twitter say the line makes him pop out and he has better contrast, (because they seem to be afraid to say anything REMOTELY negative) but Jesus Christ guys, that’s not true. The thing about the white like is that since Al is once again 95% red, a first viewer, (and even an AVERAGE viewer at that) their eyes would IMMEDIATELY dart to the white line, and that doesn’t make him pop out, that’s a distraction, and there’s a difference. I just find it hilarious that Viv found adding 1% white to his attire and white on the tip of his cane would do anything, because if anything, it makes him look WORSE, even if it’s a small change. Looking at Alastor as a whole, the character doesn’t even FIT with white, that’s why the critical fandom kept suggesting colors like brown, orange, yellow, or green, because THOSE (out of a few more) color environments DO fit him. Not only would they FIT him, but he would pop out from the red environment. Here are a few examples of what I’m talking about:

Now one of them is a redesign obviously, (I take no credit) but these are colors I’m talking about! Yellow, brown, greens, hell, even the crew art for the ALASTOR PROMO CLIP MADE HIM POP OUT MORE THAN NOW:

These are colors we should have gotten guys, instead, thanks to Viv, he’s just a big red blob just like in the pilot. He’s STILL an eye sore to look at. If you looked at canon Al’s full body, you wouldn’t know where the hell to look, or even know WHAT your looking at. It makes me disappointed because she hyped his reveal up only for him to look EXACTLY the same. All she had to do was just tweak his palette just a LITTLE....just a freaking LITTLE to make him pop out from the red environment, but of course, she can’t even do that, I mean......it’s Vivziepop, the girl known for sending her fandom to attack people, and throw hissy fits when people give her any form of criticism or say something REMOTELY negative about her show. I don’t know why I expected her to actually take in what critics had to say about the pilot, I mean who cares if Al literally MELTS in the background! Who cares if Charlie is now completely red, as long as the same characters are there, the fandom will be happy no matter what.

But uggh, let’s finally get to the actual changes that were made. I’m at the limit for pictures, so now ya’ll are just going to have to read. (😭) So....firstly, his damn LAPELS are red now. Viv....OH MY GOD. We can’t have ONE thing that was red before turned a different color WITHOUT having something that wasn’t red turned red CAN WE? Like that choice was just unnecessary, just proves how much this woman is obsessed with the color red. Second, his pants are black now. O-okay?? Like....I’ve seen the fandom say that makes him stand out more, and I must be in the twilight zone because I have NO idea what the fuck they’re talking about. While I’m glad they’re not brownish red like in the pilot, making his pants black doesn’t really make a difference to me, and even if it DOES, it just makes him look boring. The problem is that I’m tired of Viv using black so much as well. Sure, it made be nice that it’s not red anymore, but black is another overused color, we have enough red and black characters, (Al is a whole one within himself) and she could have used any other color to try SOME fucking variety. I feel like the only colors that Viv will consider using on these “redesigns” will always be red, black, white, pink, and yellow. All the other colors are out of her comfort zone, so she’ll probably never take it into consideration. Third, the lines on his suit are limited to two now, and they’re a bit thicker. I am glad of course, because too many stripes on her characters make it HELL for the animators to work off of, but they’re still RED. Ugh. Fourth, the color of his sleeves are a little darker than before. Again, while I appreciate no lines on them unlike before and the color being a bit darker, it still doesn’t really do anything, he’s still RED, same for the dots on his gloves being gone and the color being grayish instead of brown. I’ve already talked about the white line...but man, looking at this design, Viv REALLY thought she did something by added 2% white to his design didn’t she? She didn’t.

OKAY GUYS WERE AT THE END. If you’ve managed to get this far, I thank you. ❤️

The last thing I wanna talk about is Al’s design ALONE, because yeah, it’s bad. To this day I don’t get the whole deer aesthetic Viv is trying to go for with his character. I mean.....he looks NOTHING like a deer, he doesn’t even resemble deer features expect for those small ass antlers at the top of his head that an average viewer wouldn’t even catch. Again, if I hadn’t of followed the project since early 2018, I wouldn’t have known this man was supposed to be a deer demon. Not only that, but I keep forgetting that he’s a cannibal, I mean it doesn’t show in his design or gives me cannibal vibes whatsoever, other than his sharp teeth, which WOULD make him stand out if EVERY OTHER CHARACTER IN THE SHOW DIDN’T HAVE THE SAME SHARP TOOTHY GRIN. Again, his ROOM could probably hint at his cannibalism, like maybe he has furniture made out of flesh or something, which would he cool, but we don’t really have that here. While I do appreciate the whole bayou aesthetic with the plants and his room might result in being a swamp, his design just doesn’t match with his character or even his background of being a radio host. I’m just ganna say what everyone’s BEEN saying, Al just looks like someone’s cringeworthy deviantart OC.

So to conclude this long ass post, Viv can’t make changes worth for shit, Alastor will be a bitch for me to look at in the show, and I have a bad feeling that this show will just be the pilot all over again. Character’s that DON’T pop out from the backgrounds, red everywhere, a shit ton of unnecessary sound effects, ect you name it. Al’s “new” design just proves to me that Viv can’t take criticism at all, or even work to improve so that her characters are appealing to look at. And it’s very sad.

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theepisceswriter · 3 years ago

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AOT characters with a black S/O (Zeke, Jean, Connie, Eren, Reiner)

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory 🙈

TW: none really besides mentions of food, African-American culture only for right now sorry my foreign babes 😕, not proofread

ZEKE

Someone throw this man a black girlfriend with a dark or regular academia aesthetic P L S because he would love you to the point where he’s obsessed and treat you so good.

Loves finding neutral shades of beige, white, or brown that compliment your skin color nicely while the two of you are out shopping. Will literally come running from across the other side of the store with a brown jacket in his hand like “Look babe, this would compliment the brown of your skin so nicely 🥺 we gotta get Instagram pictures of you in this.”

He also enjoys finding academia type hairstyles and trying to make them work with your natural hair or braids. At least once a week he sends you a hairstyle he found on Tumblr and helps you later that night to try and achieve a black version of it.

The two of you most definitely have viral pictures floating around on Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram.

He’s so soft and patient when it comes yo your hair because he has a beard, so he knows what it feels like having to keep up with something that requires a lot of work. He’ll often come into the bathroom to do his beard and offer you an extra pair of hands when it’s your wash day. His favorite part is to help you twist your hair because he likes seeing the finished product when you take them out.

He also uses your hair conditioners and oils in his beard because they make him smell otherworldly and he likes smelling like you. And yes, he has requested for you to braid his beard once but never again because you both thought he looked too weird like that.

Grisha is the awkward white dad who tries too hard to accept you and says stuff like “Hey, like the new hairdo 😃👍🏾.” Whenever you come around. Bless his poor heart, at least he’s trying and you know he means well.

JEAN

Worships you and the ground you walk on like 24/7. He’s so in love with you and makes sure to let you know that on the daily multiple times. And he’s such an amazing lover and avoids doing cringey shit like calling you chocolate or Nubian queen goddess.

Hangs with your uncles and all the other black men in your family because he thinks he’s cool like that, but they don’t mind at all cause they love him.

His mom is the sweetest mother in law ever. She gets along so well with all the women in your family and they’re always swapping recipes with one another. One day time you and Jean pulled up for Christmas and she had a dish filled with collard greens on the table and they were good too.

He has two chains around his neck dedicated to you: one is your name and the other one is the date you two became official. You also wear his name around your neck and you have a ring with his initials on it.

Getting jewelry is something the two of you do together very often. Matter of fact, swap meets are his favorite place to go to in general and his mind was blown when you first took him to one.

Asks you to put his hair in French braids at least once a month because the process is so therapeutic for him. He loves laying his head on his lap and watching as you make his braids so neat and cute. But be careful though because he does like to “Can you braid my hair? 🥺” his way into some coochie.

Don’t brother teaching him how to braid because even if he does get the hang of it after a couple of sessions with you he’ll always request that you do his hair.

You two have random rap battles with each other alllll the time. It’s pretty split between who wins, but often you’ll call him out for trying to use lyrics from other artists.

CONNIE

Did y’all know me and Connie are blood cousins? Both his momma and daddy black and his full name on his birth certificate is Cornelius Demetrius Jones Springer, so take that as you will…

BUT REALLY, Connie fits right in with you and your culture that it’s nearly identical to dating someone the same race as you.

He has a fitted cap with your name sowed into it on the side with a cute heart right by it. It’s his go to hat and he points is out to everyone who doesn’t know about it.

Has most definitely dragged you along with him to go take one of those 2000’s-esque photoshoots with the airbrushed backgrounds. He even made the two of you dress alike and color coordinate because he’s extra like that and the photos are hanging all over your guy’s house. He carries around a mini version of his favorite picture in his wallet at all times.

You better not ever come around this man with messed up edges, visibly old braids, a too visible lace, etc because he will get on you bad and crack jokes about it the whole day because he’s a menace to society like that. No one besides him is allowed to do it though or he’ll get mad at them.

Do not ask this man to help you take down your braids unless you’re cutting them first because he will cut them crazy as hell and might even accidentally cut some of your real hair off too. He’s a master at dipping braids though, it’s something he takes pride in.

EREN

Literally a POWER COUPLE !

Eren will never have you out here looking wrong. The part on your lace is a little off? He’s telling your hairdresser to fix it! Thinks the hair you got looks too synthetic and shiny? He’s dropping big bucks to make sure you have some silky soft hair extensions.

Made you do him some baby hairs one day when he was wearing his signature ponytail as a joke, but now you’re obligated to slick up his edges for him at least once a week. He even has a silk scarf that he uses to tie them down with at night.

Is a master at finding filters on Instagram and Snapchat that don’t make your skin look Orange or pale so the two of you can have the cutest Instagram pictures together.

Walks around the house 24/7 singing 2000’s R&B songs at the top of his lungs because he’s a menace to society like that.

Supports all your financial needs when it comes to hair clothing or anything in general really. Need a new lace front? He’s wiring $700 to your account. Want a Teflar bag? He’s getting you one in every color. Some new shoes came out and you think they’re cute? He’s getting them for you !

REINER

Your aunties would L O V E a hardworking and burly man like Reiner.

He’s get so spoiled by them all the time whenever he comes around. Sometimes they pay attention to him more than they do you and best believe they slide him all the extra plates and desserts at barbecues. I just know he smacks down on a plate of soul food in like 5 minutes.

Speaking of soul food, you really lit up something in his Caucasian taste buds when you gave him a plate of soul food for the first time because now he’s OBSESSED. Every night he’s begging you to cook for him or asking you for the recipe so he can make it himself. His favorites are macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, and yams ☺️

Will bust a move on the dance floor if your family pressures him to get on it at events. He did a two-step with your aunt once at somebody’s wedding and nobody in your family has shut up about it since because they were surprised at how good he can dance. You were equally as surprised as them.

The best person to ask to help you with your hair because he’s so patient and will make sure that your parts are straight and perfect or use his hands to slick your ponytails up to the gods. He’ll do it exactly how you want it to look too and he makes sure it’s to your standard by checking in with you every now and then.

Encourages you to buy clips or little jewels whenever you take him to the beauty supply with you because he thinks you look so adorable when you wear them in your hair.

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zukuist · 4 years ago

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the drip

— 300 followers milestone [THANKS FOR 300 AAAA]

“what kind of clothes they’d like the best, and how they’d react to you wearing said clothes”

includes: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi, aizawa shouta, monoma neito

your name is shortened to y/n

notes: a small disclaimer, i’m talking about their preferences on clothes, and the aesthetic. if you don’t have this aesthetic then that is ok! they wouldn’t think you’re any less hot if you didn’t have a certain aesthetic. they just have preferences like anyone else :]

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izuku midoriya— COTTAGE CORE

inspo below, i do not own the picture *

man literally got whiplash when he first saw you walk out with your cottagecore fit

izuku doesn’t realize it, but he just really likes cottagecore. again, if you don’t have a cottagecore aesthetic, then izuku will be content with whatever you have too. but!! he just really likes the colors, and how soft he feels just looking at you.

“i love your clothes, y/n! i MEAN- i don’t just love your clothes, you make your clothes look so pretty u h m-”

the way the fit looks on you, and the material of the clothing. blood will rush to his cheeks from just looking at you, all dressed up like that. it makes him want to live in a small cottage for the rest of his life, while he lays in the grass with you— staring at nothing but the sky, while you guys holding each other.

katsuki bakugou — BAGGY STREET WEAR

inspo below, i do not own the picture *

katsuki would be SPEECHLESS

he’s WHIPPED if you have this aesthetic. he could care less about what your wearing, as long as you feel like the baddest bitch in the entire universe but!! there’s just something about baggy streetwear that he loves so dearly, maybe it’s because he also likes wearing streetwear, we don’t know!

“your fashion sense.. isn’t bad.”

but he can’t help but stare at you when he sees you in this fit, he absolutely loves it. if you were to want him to pick your clothes for a date, don’t be surprised when he pulls out the streetwear.

shoto todoroki — DARK ACADEMIA/CASUAL KOREAN FASHION

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shoto: :0 we have the same fashion sense??

you and shoto look like the fashionable and rich parents that are about to pick up their first born, what a drippy couple. regardless of aesthetic or drip, shouto would think you’re absolutely stunning. even if you were wearing a trashbag, he’d find you super attractive. i think it’s the simplicity that captivates him, while being flashy is nice, he absolutely loves seeing you in a fit like that.

“you’re just so pretty y/n, i can’t stop looking at you.”

he can’t just,, draw his eyes away from you. it’s not that simple, especially with that aesthetic!! and he can’t help but pull you into his arms when you wear clothes like that.

denki kaminari — 80s/90s

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if you walked out of your room with that aesthetic, he will *almost* short circuit

the colors really draw him in. again, he’s not one to judge you based off your fashion sense (bc i lowkey feel like his fashion sense is SHIT) but wow is he such a simp for you!! the 80s was forever ago, but that’s what makes it special for him.

“YOU LOOK FINE AS HELL!”

he’s so unsure as to how you’re able to pull off such colorful clothing so easily, and not look ridiculous like him when he tries it. will hype you up when you first walk into the room, even though he’s seen your aesthetic a bunch of times before.

eijirou kirishima — BAGGY SHIRT + SMALL BOTTOM

inspiration below, i do not own the pictures*

kiri was in awe

he thinks you’d look so?? cute?? in these kind of clothes, dark colors or vibrant colors— you will always look nice. again, it’s just preference! if you don’t feel comfy in these kind of clothes then that’s okay! but he absolutely loves how it looks on you, bonus if you wear bucket hats if this was all you wore outside of school, he wouldn’t really care.

“i like how your clothes fit on you, y/n!”

oh, and i think he also really likes this style, because you could wear crocs and get away with it. twinsies!!

hitoshi shinsou — FRILLS/ALTERNATIVE i think that’s what it is omg idk

inspo below, i do not own the pictures*

had to do a double take when he saw your outfit

again, hitoshi doesn’t judge your fashion sense. his fashion sense is very trashbag meets the finest man on earth, it’s all on how he feels. but oh, does he love these kind of clothes, wear clothes like that and he’ll no longer want to leave the house.

“do we really have to go out? you look so good, kitten.”

you guys will make eye contact occasionally when you’re outside, and he’ll already be staring at you, smirking. not long before he breaks eye contact. again, he doesn’t really care about what you wear, as long as you’re comfortable.

neito monoma — PASTELS/FAIRYTALE

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monoma himself is pretty specific with his fashion sense. heck,, his hero costume is literally a SUIT. so he was head over heels when he saw you in those clothes

he’ll be fawning over you for the rest of the day with heart eyes, while admiring your beauty, he’s not shy with it. if you don’t have this aesthetic, then that’s fine, monoma will keep his fairytale fantasy to himself. but oh— if you surprise him, he’ll literally trip

“you’re.. you’re the definition of beauty!”

you wonder if he’s exaggerating when he goes on a tangent on why he loves this aesthetic so much, especially when it’s on you. but he sincerely is passionate with it, and his fascination leaves you guys free of any teasing remarks for now (another thing he’d really like would be those light colored/pastel cardigans. it’s hard to explain w/o visuals, i don’t wanna reach the 10 picture limit)

shouta aizawa — SUIT-LIKE CLOTHING

inspo below, i do not own the pictures*

damn you’re so fine wtf

this aesthetic really gives me hange zöe vibes?? and aizawa’s fashion sense,, we will not talk about it. i mean, have you seen the clothes he picked out for eri? trash his fashion sense is literally just some sweats and a dark t-shirt/sweater. but omg when you wear clothes like that, he’ll just admire your beauty from a far (he’ll stop when presentation mitochondria points it out)

“you look so good, i look like a trashbag compared to you.” — shouta aizawa, the president of the y/n wearing a suit supremacy

anyways, he’s not one to judge your fashion sense if it’s not suit-like, but man, does shouta aizawa love clothes like that? they look so chic and classy on you, and he just really likes this kind of aesthetic.

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