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sofiadragon · 19 days

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I love your hp fashion post! I have a question: what do you think is popular for teenager girls/young women to wear in the 90s? How does it differ from muggles? Would they have incorporate muggle fashion trends into their outfits? And is that a thing you would usually see younger wizards doing?

Thank you!

Ok, this requires me to sit at my PC to type. Got me out of bed and off my phone to make tea and type while I'm sick.

Obligatory link to the post in question.

Fashion is Political

Fashion in the 70's, 80's, and 90's was hugely political both in the UK and USA. Goths, punks, preps... It was an entire identity. I didn't paint my nails black, dye my brown hair with translucent red or purple highligts, and wear mesh layers just for the aesthetic, it was an entire philosophy that had political, moral, and social ideas baked into the culture those clothes represented. When I wore a yellow sundress, a hat that hid the highlights, and stripped the color from my nails to visit certain relatives it was because that was a Sundown Town and the ideas represented by the counter-culture I belonged to very well could get me hurt when walking around alone. Yes, I look entirely white (got some Japanese but so far back it doesn't show, and I'm basically French and Bulgarian) but that kind of conservatism didn't (and still doesn't) take kindly to those who support the queers, freaks, and weirdos.

And it's still true, if not quite as much as it used to be. Social cliques still dress alike, but it isn't as quietly political the same way it was then. People don't seem to associate fashion with a political statement using style as much as they use modesty and cleanliness, but it could be that I've just become Officially Old now that I've got a stripe of white in my hair. It seems a bit more on the nose these days, or more accurately on the head. I have a lovely bright red knit newsboy hat I had to stop wearing around 2016-17.

Yeah, but so what?

Fashion changes over time, so let's start with some 1970's makeovers and work our way to the 90's!

The Marauders Prequel: Kinktomato, and all the similar disclaimers, but I respectfully disagree entirely with giving Sirius, James, or any of the other marauders a Punk aesthetic. Sorry JKR, but what you have James and Sirius wear in your prequel needs a tweak. Sure, they wanted to fight against 'traditionalists' which sounds like it's punk... until you realize that the Light was the status quo before Tom came to power. The Order of the Phoenix is a vigilante group working to protect the Establishment and prevent change. Yes, realizing that while reading the 7th book hurt me in my heart too.

I have to throw JKR a bone about her recent nonsense, but she's right in the manner of a broken clock that the rebellious counter-culture going on in the Wizarding World was being backed by the Traditional Family Values set. The politics in the Wizarding World do not match up well with the real world, mostly because if you think too much about it the political aims of the Death Eaters implode. For blood purity, leader is a half-blood who hates the rich and treats the high society types with deep contempt; were not in power and had to have a guerrilla movement, members included half the House of Lords. You can't square those circles, so we get the Light Preppy types like the Marauders and the Dark Preppy types like Draco Malfoy, and then we have the punks and the goths who are the outcasts and queers that get indoctrinated into one or the other set. Don't blame me, I didn't write the books.

The Marauders should look a bit like The Monkees.

James and Sirius were not in with the queers and freaks, they did not read dark poetry in black clothing with sharp lines and heavy makeup that obscured bruises, they were Preppy Jocks and bullies picking on the outsiders. Remus Lupin might be 'one of the good people' who got wizard AIDS, but he's at best masking to fit in with a powerful social group for protection. The black leather with the rocker band t-shirts look? No, no. Put that boy in a polo shirt and chinos. Give him a cable-knit sweater or a blazer over a robe. (And many people do give these things to Professor Lupin, but I mean from the jump.) They'd all be clean-cut, perfectly groomed, and wearing light colors because their political movement is literally called The Light. Black T-shirts with a phoenix on them? No ma'am. White or yellow shirt, embroidered (or screen print to look like embroidery) phoenix. Yellow blazer jacket on top with creamy muggle trousers in a high-water boot cut to show off expensive white or tan boots. (The high-water boot cut on the trousers are muggle 1960's, but wizards lag behind on muggle trends.)

Moving on to the Dark Side

Snape's our punk, or maybe a broody goth gremlin reading poetry books. All via thrift-shop [charity shop] finds, of course. The set of upper-class future Death Eaters he eventually starts to hang out with would have started out in clean-cut expensive dark-colored robes, but might have embraced a morbid aesthetic, as we see Bellatrix wear in the movies. This would be a case of convergent evolution in a sense.

Snape dressed like that due to the poverty and muggle influences in his life, and I headcanon that he liked to visit a record shop and stim his autistic brain with niche experimental music just like I used to at that age, but the morbid and shocking aspects of Goth or Punk aesthetics parallel with Voledmort's completely unrelated skull and snake symbol inspiring trends among his more loyal followers, who are rich enough to be trend setters and social influencers.

Snape very well might have made friends with those awful boys because they liked the casual clothes he started to wear on weekends once his mum started tossing some money at him and telling him to get his own shopping done so she could get back to her crossword puzzle (or maybe he got a summer job at a bakery.) Snape chose that look because if he's styled punk (violent) or goth (morbid) the rips his father puts in his clothes when he gets tossed around are there on purpose and it's just a nice coincidence that the stains in the second-hand clothes he gets on clearance at the charity shop get hidden by the cheap black dye he uses to get that grey and black look. This way, it is not just because he can't afford better and washes both himself and his clothing in the same portable tin washtub.

This convergence was accidental, but the artfully tattered cloaks and general look of the Death Eaters in the movies is something I can get behind - minus the Victorian trousers on the men, of course. The movies make the clothes way too muggle especially for the pure-blood set! Regulus Black spent nearly a hundred galleons getting a robe made of the finest linen and fur, snipped and cut so artfully to look like it was moth-eaten and torn even though every edge is properly hemmed and trimmed with a bit of lace that merely looks like a frayed edge.

Then Voldemort got Blown up

Look, the actress has red hair and a preppy lavender top - it's too perfect a reference image for Lily Potter nee Evans in a fashion post.

The morbid aesthetic that was so popular in the late 70's doesn't just go out of fashion, it is jettisoned like the toothbrush mustache. Yeeted from a seaside cliff. Dropped in a ditch full of burning petrol. Abandoned at the side of the road in a bag. Morbid? Don't know her.

Draco Malfoy, as I earlier teased, wears the fashion of the Dark upper class. Flowing perfectly tailored robes with a rope belt. Crisp and clean lines, no jagged edges or anything to even suggest aggression. 90's pure-blood fashion is soft. For the girls, more color, but we are going to backpedal so hard nobody will ever think we were associated with that guy we don't name. Draco Malfoy's non-uniform robes are like spun clouds, opulent and decadent in beautiful pristine velvet, shining satin, and resplendent metallic embroidery. While Snape and the generation of men older than him now wear waistcoats over their robes to look proper and all buttoned up, Draco's set is all about looking sleek, clean, and comfortably ready for a dramatic breeze. I don't think there is a large difference between what boys and girls wear, the gendering is all in the accessories and embellishments. Lace for girls, metallic piping for boys.

I'm talking flowy, I'm feeling swishy, I'm saying that 'looks like a dress' was a completely fair take from Harry's perspective. Yes the above characters are female and Frieren herself wears a lot of white, but you get the idea. The Dark Lord is dead, we need a rebrand yesterday. More lighter colors even for Dark-aligned [read:Tory, Conservative] families. No evil here! Nope, nope nope.

Harry is a Self-fulfilling Prophesy in More Ways than One

Harry accidentally has a hand in this trend in his earlier years, since he is wearing Dudley's castoffs and he's incredibly famous. Baggy is in! Just relax, chill, be comfortable. Dress like you just don't care what you look like. (You know, pandemic style.) He wears jeans, and probably most of his bottoms are jeans. They are one of the most durable things any boy Dudley's age would wear, and so wouldn't be as destroyed as the rest of his wardrobe by the time Harry got his hands on it no matter how hard Duds is on the trendy fast fashion clothing Petunia buys him. Petunia, a social climber, is set on making sure her family looks like the next rung up on the social ladder after all.

Later, when we can assume Harry has bought at least one wizard outfit that isn't his school uniform if he's got enough money on hand to buy Omnoculars, he's probably taken his fashion cues from himself indirectly. He likely gets his advice from Hermione and Ron, who get their fashion sense from looking at their peers, who get their fashion sense from... the trend of super casual heavily muggle-influenced baggy clothing in mismatched colors that Harry started as a first year.

Bit harder to find male examples than female ones, but that's fashion gifs on Tumblr.

Shorter robes with jeans underneath - or knee-high socks or dhoti style trousers in blue heather fabric that look like jeans provided you have never seen jeans before in your life. Open, short robes over closed-front ones, aping an overlarge muggle jacket over a robe. Floppy shapeless clothes held on with an overlarge leather belt. Squashy hand-knit jumpers. Girls in the Lighter political side also take cues from muggle women's fashion, which is more form-fitting than traditional wixan wear and shows off the legs. In the muggle world, this is the time of the babydoll dress, slim-cut trousers/jeans, and tightly tailored suit skirts for women.

Imagine way, way, way more gold embroidery on the above dresses.

And, because I can, because it's headcanon time, 90's Indian/ Bollywood fashion influence on the Light side after James Potter is martyred because #Indian Harry Potter is real and I love him. Music, clothing, art, it is in style among those who honor James and Lily's sacrifice. Harry's green eyes looks so bright next to chestnut brown skin. He can speak to snakes because his ancestry includes a bit of naga blood, not because of the Horcrux. Petunia certainly never taught him about it, and he's confused when an especially devoted fan sends him blessings addressed to Hindu gods instead of the Christian or pagan ones he hears about more often at Hogwarts. One of the Patil twins asks him what's wrong with him expecting, from his attitude and excitement about Christmas, that he's a devout Christian who hates his dark skin. Then they monopolize some of the time he's not teaching the D.A. or in detention to Educate That Boy.

#fashion #harry potter #the marauders #severus snape #wizarding culture #wizarding society #very long post #I looked up a lot of stuff to refresh my memory but this is mostly spitballing #I had those gifs side by side in the editor IDK why they aren't behaving when I post #indian harry potter #because I believe

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dustedmagazine · 7 days

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Mope Grooves — Box of Dark Roses (12XU)

Box of Dark Roses presents the final 27 songs written, arranged and recorded by trans activist and musician stevie (Pohlman), a massive two-LP set that showcases her DIY art, passionate engagement and close links to other trans advocates, poets and revolutionaries.

Mope Grooves emerged in Portland, Oregon in the late teens, with a brash but vulnerable guitar rock sound and a message, from the beginning, about gender identity, inclusion and mental health. Their early albums, Joy and Vanished from 2017 and 2018 respectively, bristled with punk energy, with shouted anthems and loose-slung, infectious melodies. Dusted’s Jason Gioncontere called Desire, the band’s fourth album, “their most cohesive set yet,” late in 2019. And Portland’s Ben Parrish who caught them early and fell hard, wrote of an early show, “And Mope Grooves—Pohlman’s band—broke my brain. Imagine if somebody ran records by The Raincoats, The Clean, Beat Happening, Tyvek, and Marine Girls through a wood chipper and glued the pieces into a new super-record.”

Musically, Box of Dark Roses is more keyboard- and synthesizer-based than Mope Grooves’ earlier album, an uneasy sweetness percolating in its gentle melodies. The soft pretty songs are, in some ways, the most disturbing. “Forever Is a Long Time” pits tootling organ riffs against a sing-song melody, but sharpens the edge with rattling, off-kilter drumming. “Aileen” floats hauntingly graceful vocals over space-video-game pinging and rushing drums. “They’ll tell you you’re a criminal for paying them back in kind, but in the dark, in the wild, in the heart of the night, it is right to fight,” sings band member Lee. It’s a bracing sentiment in a song dedicated to Aileen Wuornos, a sex worker from Florida who killed seven of her clients, purportedly in self-defense. And “I’m Tired All the Time,” with its music box chimes, spiraling fiddle and slapping, just-behind-the-beat percussion, is a lullaby or a suicide note, depending on how you hear it.

Politics turn more explicit in the tracks with extensive spoken word incorporated. Marilyn Buck, the poet and May 19 Communist organization revolutionary best known for freeing Assata Shakur from the Clinton Correctional Facility for Women in New Jersey, speaks on a handful of cuts, including the opener “Controlled Burn” and “Here Comes the Moon.” The song “Continuity and Intensity,” tells the story of the Black Liberation Army’s Kuwasi Balagoon, who, when put on trial, declared, “We have a right to resist, to expropriate money and arms, to kill the enemy of our people, to bomb, and do whatever else aids us in winning, and we will win. The foundation of the revolution must rest on the bones of the oppressors.” The song “Dora” recites a detailed account of gender oppression in Weimar, Germany and the suppression of Magnus Hirschfeld’s Institute for Sexual Research. The ratio of polemic to hook is pretty high on these tracks, but these were issues that mattered to stevie, and, as such, they belong here.

Box of Dark Roses was made near the end of stevie’s life (she killed herself in 2024), after a long struggle against gender dysphoria, physical and mental health issues, poverty and sporadic homelessness. In a lengthy, revealing essay included as liner notes, she writes, “I funded the recording process and the deposit on my surgeries by submitting my body to hyper-exploitation. I worked vanilla jobs 40-70 hours a week most of the time before relying increasingly on the informal economy. I was frequently in severe pain and losing work from chronic disabling illnesses that are aggravated by intense labor.”

And yet, though her suffering was real, she never lost sight of how much worse off others could be, particularly black and brown trans people. Before her death she stipulated that all profits from Box of Dark Roses should go to “gender marginalized survivors incarcerated as punishment for defending themselves, either directly to their fundraisers/commissary funds or thru the Survived and Punished NY mutual aid fund.” This is a difficult, important record, a whole different experience from Mope Grooves’ earlier lo-fi garage albums, but well worth making time for.

Jennifer Kelly

#mope grooves #box of dark roses #12xu #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #garage #lo-fi #trans rights #revolution #activism

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bitegore · 2 years

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stuntikitties! individual bits and thinkythoughts under the cut :D

Kittycat Drag Strip is about the fluffiest out of the entire batch of regular kitties, and he's very soft. He wants your attention and your love or else you HATE HIM FOREVER. How dare you leave the house. How dare you shut the bathroom door. If you try to pet any of the other kitties he will come over and bite your ankles. He's not even a good lap cat; he squirms too much. But he's very, very soft.

A friend of mine pointed out he could be a rare male dilute calico, which I think he'd like. Assigned rare coat color at "that would give your ego a boost, wouldn't it" XD

Dead End is the least fluffy and the sleekest out of all of them, but he's also the most well-groomed so his fur lays flat because he said so and he will die if it doesn't. He does not want to be touched, because don't you dare fuck up his fur. He spends an abnormal amount of time grooming himself on the daily.

By virtue of being the specialest boy on the planet (read: colorblind-ish) brown and maroon are the same to me even if they aren't to you. This is how I picked the colors for him. He's sort of a desaturated marooney color with stripes because I thought those marbled looking stripes were cool.

Wildrider is one of those cats who desperately wants into every single thing and loves problems. He will climb your curtains and he can jump ten feet in the air. He knows what (some) handles are and how to use them exclusively because he loves mischief. Will run by and steal chicken nuggets directly out of your hands and eat them. He is a horrible chaos goblin and he never gets the fuck out of sillymode and he is having so much fun. Good luck. At least he's fluffy, and affectionate when he's not biting your fingers because it's funny that you make noise.

When I did my (robot) Stunticon redesigns (that i also havent posted anywhere) I made Dead End and Wildrider sort of like the brighter and darker versions of each other. I made some attempt to make Wildrider look like if Dead End, the first one I drew, were fluffier and brighter colored... and then I went "wait, but wildrider is my stupid little punk baby and i like that he's red and black" and gave him some sort of little dark cape marking. I have no idea if that's a thing that happens to real cats, where they get like dark back/topline, but i think it works for him. Also he looks like a little tiger and I think that's cute. H

Breakdown is one of those cats that like desperately needs to be taken to a vet and prescribed kitty anti-anxiety meds. However it is also the only reason you haven't lost him yet because this is also the smartest fucking cat ever. He understands how every single kind of doorknob and every kind of lock works and he is probably capable of turning on the TV himself. If it weren't for the fact that he's terrified of Outside he would've just gone outside one day and come back later and you would be none the wiser unless you locked the door and he freaked out on your porch. He used to get into the cabinets and take food out to share with the other kitties but you put child locks on them and thought that was good because you didn't see it happen again until one day you tried to pull a plastic bag out from under the sink or something and found him napping inside the bag of treats. He will vanish for multiple days on end if strangers ring the doorbell and avoids mirrors like the plague.

full disclosure, i based his patterns off a friend's cat because I wanted him to be the most cute. But largely the thought process was something like "He has an orange face and little orange details but mostly he's blue so he should mostly be blue". Not very complicated. His little collar has a heart decal because i couldnt come up with anything else and I'd given Dead End a skull, so I wanted to give him a shape too. I gave up on that when I drew Drag Strip.

Motormaster is like a good forty pounds of cat and enormously fluffy. The only reason he's not a terrible chewed up tom with like one ear missing and scars everywhere is because you keep him indoors and he is not smart enough to figure out how to open the back door. (He did run out straight through the screen door one summer until you stopped having a screen though. He tried it with a glass door later. This did not work so well.) He has fur so deep you could lose your hand in it and a collar that is in fact lost in it. I had the most trouble transferring his design to kittycat because he's like. purple. But I think this worked out.

All five of them come from the same litter because I said so and I wanted them to look similar. That's why their stripes are basically the same, and why they all have such similar little white bits. Dead End and Drag Strip get visors on account of I Said So. They're all bonded to each other but they also all fight constantly and they are all just a little bit too clever for your own good. If you have the stunticats you cannot have nice things, this is just how it works.

#catformers #stunticons #drag strip #motormaster #wildrider #dead end #breakdown #wildrider's shenanigans my beloved. make this man a cat so he can cause more mundane chaos #bitegore art #go to oozeandgoo-art for my new work #this inspired by a conversation on discord and then even more inspired by further conversation on same discord

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myersesque · 1 year

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hey can you info dump about hobie to me please :D

hello!!! sorry this took me a while to get around to, i got SO nervous that i'd get smthn wrong n an army of comic book dudebros would emerge from hell to smite me down - but then i remembered that i don't care and hobie is fun to talk about, so hello!!!

[quick note before we start: hobie will be referred to as either "hobie" or "spiderpunk", for the sake of not being confusing, since there are 47385783643 spidermen in existence. yes, he prefers "spiderman" and initially took spiderpunk as an insult, but as of his latest solo run, the battle of the banned, he really could not care less n actively refers to himself as spiderpunk. i'm noting this now so i don't get 50 people correcting me in the replies lmao. i also don't hyphenate spiderman because i'm lazy]

you didn't ask for anything in specific so i'm gonna just Keep Going until i lose steam, hope that's alright!

first things first: hobie isn't an original character created to be spiderpunk! he's actually a variant of hobart "hobie" brown, earth 616's prowler, which i think has a LOT of interesting potential for btsv, if you catch my drift:

why did they choose to make him a hobie variant rather than make up a new spiderperson? who knows! could be that they saw how painfully fucking close hobie was to his "capitalism is the real enemy actually" breakthrough before deciding to become a supervillain about it; maybe it's easier to get comic book nerds into new stories if they're vaguely familiar with one of the characters involved. who knows. i can't actually find any source on this one.

(interesting sidebar: in the spiderverse movies, peter b parker is from earth 616, and intended to be a direct page-to-screen adaptation of classic comic book peter parker - which makes me wonder how he reacted to meeting hobie for the first time. i doubt we'll ever see that first interaction, but it's cool to think about!)

spiderpunk's design actually originated as concept art for spider-UK, as drawn by olivier coipel (the punk movement is often credited as having started in the UK - more accurately, by black british punks, using elements of jamaican reggae - so it makes sense that they explored a punk angle for spider-UK at some point). they felt it didn't fit the character, but still loved the design, and so they wrote an entire character to fit around it! (that's also why hobie is often portrayed as british despite being written as american in the comics - his whole concept is essentially a love letter to black british punks, and tbh even when i'm reading the comics i pretend he just ended up moving to new york from london bc i cannot imagine him as an american lmao sorry)

a lot of people who learnt of hobie from atsv seemed surprised that he's genuinely punk and not just using the aesthetics - but, like, he's genuinely punk, guys. he lives in a fascist dystopia (the spider that bit him was irradiated from all the toxic waste the government illegally dumps) where norman osborn is president of the united states (and referred to as "ozzy osborn" lmao) and also a massive fascist dickbag (and venom's current host!). he then proceeds to beat said fascist dictator asshole to death with his guitar! by which i mean quite literally hit him so hard his organs come out ✨

(like - i saw someone theorising that hobie would be the twist villain of btsv and actually just using miles for his own benefit, and i had my own little "he would never fucking do that what the fuck 😡" moment before realising that they were probably just some 14 yr old kid who's never seen hobie before and is trying to come up with a dramatic twist. so i'm not taking it to heart! but please know that it was very bad and incorrect, hobie is a real one and would never 🫶 /lh)

if you get a chance to pick up any of his comics (or, uh, discover them in alternative ways, wink wink nudge nudge capitalism is a prison but seriously please consider buying them from small local comic book stores if you do - that way your money goes to an actual local business & the writers rather than a massive chain store corporation) then i highly recommend - not only are they super fun, but they're gorgeous,

(i know that the covers are always rendered differently to the actual comic pages but i just needed you to all look at these images, please, especially all the intricate details on the second one. i literally paused midway through reading my comic to stare at that cover with hearts in my eyes. he's so cool i adore him)

and they're also full of lyrical references to punk music, such as these (the first two off the top of my head - there are TONS more):

and they're pretty dang diverse, too! including, like, explicitly and undeniably queer characters (note: there's been a lot of misinformation spread around - hobie and karl (captain anarchy) aren't explicitly confirmed to be anything but platonic friends. karl DOES have a boyfriend whom he is explicitly romantic with, but it's not hobie! he's still totally queer though and nobody can convince me otherwise), which is pretty neat.

this isn't really relevant to hobie in specific, but it's part of his universe and i'm a massive daredevil fanboy, so i NEED you to witness his daredevil variant, mattea murdock:

tumblr isn't gonna let me add any more images (sob) so i'm gonna try n wrap this up fairly quick !!!

lightning round of just. fun and unfun facts, i guess:

hobie's homeless and lives in a community centre with the rest of his band

iirc "spiderpunk" was essentially his equivalent of "spidermenace", which he eventually adopted for himself because, well. they aren't wrong. (he got the name for the obvious reasons of his style and politics etc, but also because he can be quite brutal when he needs to be - see norman's very bad no good day above.)

his band is referred to as both "the spider-band" and "the daredevils" (after meeting mattea), which made my little daredevil fanboy heart soar a little ngl

in spiderverse specifically, hobie took 3 years to animate due to all the specific ways they stylised him and his movement! i am not an animator and cannot put it into actual technical terms so here's a tweet of one of the animators discussing it for anyone who's curious :]

he has a van called the spider-van, and sings the spiderman theme song at it sometimes ("🎶spider-van, spider-van, driving cross-country as fast as we can!🎶") which is ADORABLE. i love how cool he is in atsv but i need you to understand he's a DORK he's a NERD

another one for the dork point: he doesn't swear unless he's yelling at fascists (he's instead prone to a good "frick" "heckin" "motherlovin" etc). which i realise is probably just comic book censorship and them only being able to get away with a certain amount of tastefully censored swears and gore before someone gets in trouble and/or has to bump up the age rating, but also it drives his bandmates INSANE so i like to think he just does it for a giggle tbh. again, massive dork

and finally, to end things on a fun note: his current solo comic writer, cody ziglar, made him an official spiderpunk playlist so maybe we can stop having pointless playlist discourse and let people have fun!

i hope this infodump was alright and didn't disappoint fjdnfjfn!!! i definitely forgot (and/or ran out of space for) a bunch of shit but that just means i get to do this again, so :]!!!

#now i need the btsv writers to have hobie's bandmates out him as a total nerd /j #anyway i hope this is ok!!!#ask #infodump #fav

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fatherfigurefusion · 3 months

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Introducing you to the cast of Downfall of the Uprising (1/4):

(You might already know the first two characters from my drawings of them, but I have since mentally updated them. If anyone could draw them, I would be so happy!)

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Arata Kocho

Talent: Ultimate (Criminal) Reformer

Birthday: June 28th (Cancer)

Gender: FTM (he/him)

Sexuality: pansexual

Height: 5 FT 9 IN (175 cm)

Likes: butterflies and gardening

Dislikes: sharp objects and stairs

Appearance: An average build, shaggy dark grey hair that goes past his shoulders and is tied into a side plait (with an ahoge that curves to the left), icy blue eyes with the left one hidden behind an off-white eyepatch, a light grey sweater vest with a darker grey argyle pattern over an off-white dress shirt, dark grey pants, off-black socks, and bluish-grey loafers, an almost-black sidebag with navy blue butterfly designs stitched into it.

Arata gained his title from starting and managing an organization dedicated to the rehabilitation of teenage delinquents. As his title and profession would attest to, Arata is optimistic and a firm believer in the idea that people can always change for the better. This vehement belief of his leads to his dislike for people that are too black-and-white in their mindsets, which leads to Arata treating those that adhere to such beliefs with a more condescending tone. In spite of his beliefs coloring his views on others, Arata always tries to be as polite and kind as possible to everyone, and is willing to give everyone the benefit of doubt, no matter how much they may irk him. According to others, he is noted for having a "calming presence".

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Seiji Igarashi

Talent: Ultimate Whistleblower

Birthday: February 4th (Aquarius)

Gender: male (he/him)

Sexuality: bisexual

Height: 5 FT 3 IN (160 cm)

Likes: punk music and kiwis

Dislikes: cosmetics and politicians

Appearance: An average yet scrawny build, surprisingly-smooth chestnut brown hair with a thin ahoge in the center, green eyes with noticeable bags that appear to glow when emotional, a black blazer with a red logo on the back over an unzipped green hoodie, which is also over a white dress shirt, black and red fingerless gloves, black pants, red and white sneakers.

Famous for his work in exposing various corrupt business owners over the internet, Seiji (also known by his internet handle of JUSTORM) garnered a massive online following of people determined to follow his every move and carry out "justice". Unfortunately, this bold and determined online personality hardly matches Seiji's real life personality. In reality, thanks to spending most of his days holed up in his room, he is rather socially inept and gullible. Because of that, he gets lead by the nose rather often and is easily susceptible to flattery, for, in spite of his awkward personality, he holds his talent with great pride. There are some allegations that Seiji's perception of justice is "childish", "naive", or too "black-and-white", but these allegations hardly hold any water.

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Hatsue Furukawa

Talent: Ultimate Museum Curator

Birthday: August 10th (Leo)

Gender: female (she/her)

Sexuality: bisexual

Height: 5 FT 5 IN (165 cm)

Likes: antique shops and coffee

Dislikes: windy weather and frosting

Appearance: A thin and dainty build, waist-length orange hair that curls into ringlets near the ends, a brown beret on top of her head, brown eyes framed by thin round glasses, a black vest with orange buttons and edges over a white dress shirt and a red tie, black gloves, an orange skirt, black leggings, and brown loafers.

The Furukawa family runs one of the oldest and most popular museums in Japan, with Hatsue functioning as their primary curator, being in charge of both researching and maintaining the museum's many artifacts and exhibits. Because the Furukawas are very close-knit, Hatsue holds family very close to her heart, with that attitude even extending to those she considers friends. But considering her socially-awkward personality, the circle of people she considers to be friends are rather limited, and the leadership that comes with that talent doesn't really extend beyond the museum. Because of her talent, she is highly knowledgable in just about every aspect of history, and would readily jump at the chance to explain all she knows to you.

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Hikari Takamine

Talent: Ultimate Athletic Trainer

Birthday: September 1st (Virgo)

Gender: MTF (she/her)

Sexuality: bisexual

Height: 5 FT 6 IN (167 cm)

Likes: steak and bees

Dislikes: smoke and swimming pools

Appearance: A surprisingly scrawny build, midback-length black hair with yellow streaks resembling lightning bolts dyed into it and tied into a high ponytail, golden eyes, a yellow track jacket with black stripes on the sleeves and some additional white and red details over a black sports bra with a simple yellow lightning bolt logo on the front, black athletic shorts, black and yellow sneakers, bandages wrapped around both her arms and legs, has white knee and arm braces.

Garnering fame for her skills in educating and training prospective athletes several years her senior, Hikari is all about the grind and working hard to achieve your dreams, even if she has to be a bit harsh or loud to accomplish this. During tense situations, Hikari takes it upon herself to be the leader and keep everybody else from getting hurt or killed, which means she can be quite overbearing at times. Her strong sense of responsibility means that she takes failure hard and can have difficulty recovering when it seems like she's failed someone. In spite of what her talent would suggest, Hikari is noticeably uncomfortable with undertaking strenuous exercises herself, and would much rather help other people achieve the dreams that she can't.

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I'd love to hear your thoughts so far on them!

#fusion's ocs #fusion's fangan #fanganronpa #danganronpa ocs #danganronpa downfall #dr:dotu #drdotu #arata kocho (ult. reformer)#seiji igarashi (ult. whistleblower)#hatsue furukawa (ult. museum curator)#hikari takamine (ult. athletic trainer)

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appetite4savage · 2 years

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Bad Boys (Rachel Bolan)

The lack of Rachel content out there is criminal and I needed to write something to fulfill my needs. Enjoy 🫶🏻

Y/N’s POV

Rachel and I started dating a couple months ago. I’ve been nervous to introduce him to my parents because he’s opposite in appearance to anyone they’d ever want me to be with.

I knew when I first laid eyes on him he would be mine one day. Long, black hair, the most perfect smile, dressed to perfection and of course, the nose to ear chain.

His personality was something I didn’t expect upon our first meeting. I thought he’d be some cocky jerk just like all the other bands that made their way around the strip. But he surprised me with his goofy, caring, lovable aura. I always feel calm and at peace around him. It’s funny how his tough punk rock exterior varies from his teddy bear heart.

The last few months have been nothing but bliss. Hopefully meeting my mother won’t change that.

I swallow my nerves as we reach the front door of my childhood home. Memories of my mom meeting past flings flood through me and none of them are positive. Rachel’s hand lightly brushes against my back.

“Calm down, it will be okay.” He whispers, instantly taking my anxiety down a peg.

My mom opens the door with a smile, lowering it once she takes note of Rachel’s appearance.

“Hi, honey.” She hugs me and glanced at Rachel again. “Come on in.”

“Mom, this is Rachel.” I introduce them and he shakes her hand.

“Nice to meet you.” She says nearly through her teeth.

We sit on the loveseat across from the couch where my mom sits. I can feel the tension immediately.

“So… tell me about yourself.” My mom asks, placing her hands in her lap.

Rachel clears his throat. “Well, I’m a musician. Uh, a bassist in the band Skid Row.” He begins as she raises an eyebrow.

“Is Rachel your real name?”

“Mom.” I shake my head.

“It’s alright.” He laughs, putting a reassuring hand on my knee. “My birth name is James. Rachel came from a combination of my father, Richard, and my grandfather, Manuel. I also use the last name Bolan on stage as a tribute to Marc Bolan.”

“I see.”

After a long, awkward visit with my mom Rach and I needed some time to unwind. We’re at my apartment sprawled out on my couch. He’s laying on his back and I am laying in between his legs with my head resting on his chest. His arms are tightly wrapped around me rubbing circles in my back. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.

“Are you alright?” Rach asks.

“I’m fine, why?” I say with my head still leaning against his chest.

“I could feel the tension today.” He continues tracing down my spine with his fingertips.

“She never likes any of my boyfriends. If they’re not clean-cut and rich she wants nothing to do with it.” I groan.

“Well, unfortunately I’m neither of those.” His laugh causes vibrations in his stomach I can feel.

“You don’t have to be.” I raise myself up on my arms and lift my head up to look at his dark brown eyes. “I’m an adult now. I can make my own decisions.” I smile at him.

“Even if they’re bad ones?” He smirks.

“Even if they’re bad ones.” I lean my forehead against his and connect our lips gently.

#rachel bolan #skid row #skid row fan fiction #skid row band #Rachel bolan x reader #appetite4savage writes

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coq-courage · 1 year

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I mentioned it before on post about a half-chinese Marc Anciel, but today we speak of a version that's much more near and dear to my heart because I am this

Hispanic and/or Latin American

And queer at the same time

As you might guess, that means I have lots more info about it culturally than I do about Chinese Marc as that was done via research that didn't include personal experiences

Anywho!

First off we're making those eyes hazel, he can have my sister's green-brown eyes and a wide stare

He can have my brother's skintone, lovingly bronzed from sports but pales when he spends too many days inside writing

He can have my dad's hair, pitch black even in the brightest sun, curling softly under his chin when it gets just long enough

Notice how this still sounds like Marc? Yet I described my family.

Look at Coq Courage and tell me he doesn't give you the impression of either a figure ice skater or a matador or both. I look at this hero and I see someone obviously Hispanic in my eyes

This Marc was born and the doctors said "this is a girl" so his parents pierced his ears as soon as they could.

Because that's what the culture does, they pierce baby girls' ears either within hours of birth or within months

Unknown to his family at the time that there is a large number of Latin Americans and Hispanics and Islanders (carribeans) that are born afab and turn out later on to be nonbinary or transmasc

Marc in this headcanon is and always has been a dude, he just had to tell everyone at his birth that they had been mistaken. Which is honestly the hard part. The fear of disappointment and the chancla are high in every Latin kid.

But he was also raised a punk ass bitch.

Thank you music!

Instead of getting in reggaeton (which he still listens to on the casual), he heard David Bowie and said "I'm gonna be a glam rock star"

He heard the history of The Cure and realized Marc was an actual name and not something he made up when he was being lazy with his name.

He heard Korn, then watched Queen of the Damned, then read Anne Rice but that was not quite what had him throwing on oilslick stomping boots though it is what led to him deciding that makeup was for all genders.

In my headcanon, Marc moved around a lot. Initially it was just all over Latin America, as his parents tried to keep him safe. Before they had the bright idea to move to Paris.

That's when Marc put on the boots. After research into his new country and realizing the French stereotype of Rebellion At Heart.

He's still getting used to the idea of actually standing up for his beliefs but his parents encouraged him and he quickly found friends among the Couffaines, then among his classmates in Dupont.

Before the move, that's when Marc pierced his ears more. His parents said, "this is your chance to be however you want without anyone thinking you're supposed to be something else."

That's when he made his legal transition though he had been socially out for years.

And because he has such supporting parents in this headcanon, and because French is not his first language

The real reason why he had been so uncertain with his Diary of Ladybug fic is because it was the first story he wrote in French first, without translating it from Spanish.

Everything else he writes is in Spanish.

But he had difficulty believing his French was getting any good

#marc anciel #miraculous ladybug #ml headcanons #coq courage

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pli1999 · 2 years

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Party Like It’s 1999 2/4/23

All We Have is J.Lo Edition

Pearl Jam – “Given to Fly”

Soundgarden – “Rusty Cage”

Jane’s Addiction – “Been Caught Stealing”

Cake – “Never There”

The Ting-Tings – “Shut Up and Let Me Go”

Jane Child – “Don’t Wanna Fall in Love”

Destiny’s Child featuring T.I. and Lil’ Wayne – “Soldier”

Q-Tip – “Vivrant Thing”

Ol’ Dirty Bastard featuring Kelis – “Got Your Money”

112 – “Dance With Me”

Jennifer Lopez – “Hold It Don’t Drop It”

Jennifer Lopez – “Feeling So Good”

Junior Senior – “Move Your Feet”

Le Tigre – “Deceptacon”

No Doubt – “It’s My Life”

Eve featuring Gwen Stefani – “Let Me Blow Your Mind”

Mario – “Let Me Love You”

Blu Cantrell – “Hit ’Em Up Style (Oops)”

Big Pun featuring Joe – “Still Not a Player”

Salt-N-Pepa – “Shoop”

Missy Elliott featuring Ludacris – “One Minute Man”

Jennifer Lopez – “Play”

Jennifer Lopez featuring Ja Rule and Cadillac Tah – “Ain’t It Funny (Murder Inc Remix)”

Puff Daddy and Ma$e – “Can’t Nobody Hold Me Down”

Ciara featuring Missy Elliott – “1,2 Step”

Nelly Furtado featuring Timbaland – “Promiscuous”

N’SYNC – “It’s Tearing Up My Heart”

Backstreet Boys – “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)”

Spice Girls – “Spice Up Your Life”

5ive – “When the Lights Go Out”

Rihanna featuring Jay-Z – “Umbrella”

Foxy Brown featuring Jay-Z – “I’ll Be”

Juvenile – “Back That Azz Up”

Ginuwine – “Pony”

Fergie – “London Bridge”

Mariah Carey – “Fantasy”

Marc Anthony – “I Need to Know”

Jennifer Lopez featuring Ja Rule – “I’m Real (Murder Inc Remix)”

Jennifer Lopez featuring LL Cool J – “All I Have”

Jennifer Lopez – “If You Had My Love”

Ludacris – “Stand Up”

Madonna – “Vogue”

Daft Punk – “One More Time”

Aqua – “Barbie Girl”

Quad City DJs – “Space Jam”

Vengaboys – “Boom Boom Boom Boom”

Cher – “Believe”

Baha Men – “Who Let the Dogs Out?”

Jennifer Lopez – “Waiting for Tonight”

Jennifer Lopez – “Let’s Get Loud”

Jennifer Lopez – “Get Right”

Selena – “Bidi Bidi Bom Bom”

Nelly – “Hot in Herre”

Sean Paul – “Temperature”

Daddy Yankee – “Gasolina”

Aaliyah – “Try Again”

Ja Rule featuring Ashanti – “Always on Time”

House of Pain – “Jump Around”

The Killers – “Somebody Told Me”

Green Day – “American Idiot”

Third Eye Blind – “Semi-Charmed Life”

Chumbawamba – “Tubthumping”

Outkast – “Hey Ya”

Bell Biv Devoe – “Poison”

Lady Gaga – “Bad Romance”

Jennifer Lopez featuring Jadakiss and Styles P – “Jenny From the Block”

Jennifer Lopez – “Love Don’t Cost a Thing”

Black Sheep – “The Choice Is Yours (Revisited)”

Ghost Town DJs – “My Boo”

Soul for Real – “Candy Rain”

Semisonic – “Closing Time”

Oasis – “Don’t Look Back in Anger”

Radiohead – “Karma Police”

Nada Surf – “Inside of Love”

R.E.M. – “Everybody Hurts”

Jeff Buckley – “Hallelujah”

#90snight #aughts

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fallout-boiiiiii · 2 years

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Wave one: PreHiatus

I made my first wave of designs on January 10th of 2019.

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

My wave one design for evening out is one of few shoe bases that underwent no redesigning in future waves! Wave four adds to this design but doesn’t modify anything from the base pictured above. The color palette I pulled as directly as I could from the album art, with the green foxing stripe emulating the green line of text of the name of the album on its cover. The pink ticket-stub design was chosen because there’s one on the album, as well as other scraps of paper. Overall I wanted this design to feel youthful and fun while still giving off that broken hearted, dirty punk, trying to impress a girl in a greasy diner feel.

Take This to Your Grave

This wave one design pulls black and teal from the album cover. I wanted to include patterns but I wanted them colorless and simple, so I used black and white checkered for the laces and black and gray checkered for the eyestay. The side stripe is blue glitter, blue to match the “fall out boy” text on the album, glitter because I believe it was my only option to get this color. The quarters are actually the real brick directly off the album, but as you can see it came out grainy and terrible! Both the blue glitter and the awful quarters didn’t live past wave one.

My Heart Will Always Be The B-side to My Tongue

A rare pair of slip-ons! Back in the early designs I tried my best to diversify the shoe types Vans had to offer. I think the idea was simpler shoes for more minor works (slip-ons, eras) and more classic shoes for albums (Old Skool, Sk8 highs). You’ll find that this doesn’t last bc I largely found the simpler shoes too limiting. The colors are basic reds and browns pulled off the art, and the roses and lace patterns I used to attempt a romantic but scorned feel you see in the music and artwork. I ended up not liking this design bc while it wasn’t bad it didn’t feel like my heart. Too disconnected.

From Under the Cork Tree

Another slip on that wouldn’t last. I made the colors basic and centered around the main design, the golden keyhole art from the cork tree era. I ditched this bc it felt inspired by cork tree but not based enough in the actual album. Also, it managed to feel too complicated and too simple at the same time. Underwhelming!

Infinity on High

Another base design that stayed the same from the first try. Pulled primary colors off the album and went with Starry Night for the quarters because of 1. The matching colors, 2. The night sky imagery captured by the album, 3. The Van Gogh tie-in. The checkerboard sunflower eyestay wasn’t for any reason I can necessarily articulate. Vibes. This one is my favorite. (But it’s my favorite album too, so, go figure.)

Folie a Deux

The red is obvious. The yellow and brown accents are from the bears. The crazed scribbling design on the quarters add a pattern that gives off the moderately insane feeling from the album. This base will also stay the same until one section of it changes in wave four.

Believers Never Die: Volume One

I ended up liking very little of this. The blue here felt too bright compared to the art, and while I liked the skeleton imagery using that art in particular was a no for me. Also, the cropping of it around the side stripe is shitty. The patterned eyestay isn’t bad, but further designs will implement better use of pattern.

#fall out boy #fob #custom #custom shoes #my shoes #my art #fob shoes

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punkeropercyjackson · 22 days

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Hobie Brown being black headcanons by an afrosolarpunk because white punks be overstepping with him

He's jamaican-ugandan and Earth 139 Camden Town raised,based on his wicks,patois usage,love of the sea(lives on a boat),darker/stronger features,surname and Daniel Kaluuya

His wicks used to be dreads

His rbf comes from being audhd with no masking game because growing up black means he never learned how to mask

He also grew up getting bullied at school and a bully beater,even for kids who were mean to him,and was kicked out of multiple ones due to refusing to stop standing up for himself and other little guys

Before the Spiderbands(comics + movie)came along,he didn't have real friends and it took him a while to realize it,caused by the normalization for nonblacks to use and treat their black friends as lesser than them.It broke his heart when it hit him but thanks to having real friends,he's slowly healing and learning self-love and how much he's worth

He was treated so badly over his looks he literally developed ptsd and wouldn't have had it that young if it weren't for all the insults and backhanded compliments he got.He knows he's cool.Does he know he's handsome,pretty,cute and every other non-sexual word for attractive?Nah and it takes him a long time to believe it

He's the biggest mama's boy ever and hates his dad for being a deadbeat(the latter is canon to the comics per his og Prowler incarnation).He also feels bad about having a deadbeat dad for 'being a stereotype' and it pisses him off because TIGER is the one playing into the stereotype by BEING a deadbeat.His mama's name is Tani'yah(created by @teenpunkblack)and he calls her Mama specifically and she calls him 'My Sea Star' and he started having wicks to model himself after her and she couldn't always protect him for reasons beyond her control and feels like she failed him but he never,EVER resents her and is grateful for all she did to raise him,which is everything she could and constantly thrived for more.She was also the only positive adult figure he had until he met Jessica,with grown ahh people like his teachers straight picking on him when they got the chance.That helped his anti-authority mindset big time

He's transmasc unlabeled i.e nonbinary and boygirl.He diy'd his own testosterone and has anchor top surgery scars and Tani'yah named him,his egg cracking at age seven and he came out to her before he did anyone else and a bit later asked her to name him,doing the 🥺 face and she assigned Hobart.He has the gender trauma that comes with being black but the black trans swag too and he's femme(canon)and uses both male and female terms and being called 'Peter Pan','Babyboy' and 'Angel' gives him gender euphoria

He has a strong aversion to blondeness and blue eyes because of the aformentioned ptsd origin and his one rule in punk body modification is he'll never bleach his hair(yes,this is an Arms Race look diss.Apologize to Gwen for the comparisons RN,Hobie was literally whitewashed)

Other than punk rock,his favorite music genres are calypso,rap,black death metal and lo-fi hip hop.He's into pop/pop punk too but literally only listens to black pop artists and is a Meet Me @ The Altar stan('Kool','Switchblade' and 'TMI' are totally a Hobie vibe.'I'm normally like this' by Alt Black Era is too)

His special interests are the sea,punk culture,dogs,indie media and kidcore.He's a surfer,he makes sea material based things,his favorite season is summer,his favorite jamaican/ugandan cuisines are their sea foods,he has countless marine facts memorized,his type is mermaid-y black women,he always wanted a pet dog as a kid and even acted like one sometimes like having a barking vocal stim and it turns out not only did his dream come true in Spidermutt but he's also actually dogkin(great dane),he pursues indie games and obscure shows/movies/podcasts/etc in favor of popular media to support small creators for anti-capitalism and kidcore is the perfect coping mechanism for all the adultification trauma he got and allowing himself to be openly soft and have fun and be cared for without loosing his punkness

Jessica is the one who found him,completely by accident,and brought him to Spider Society,completely on purpose.She saw a spark in him and slowly took him as a son figure at the same time Hobie slowly started viewing Jessica as his second mother.They're literally the cooler Miles and Peter B relathionship wise and Jessica stands up for Hobie against adults while Hobie jumps people for being rude to Jessica and they take care of eachother's hair,go out for street food trucks food together,share a bed sometimes and parallell play whenever they can and Jessica calls Hobie her Baby and Hobie diy's gifts for his Spidermama.They're also afropunk/black earthy solidarity and Hobie turned Jessica into an afrosolarpunk specifically

He says 'nigga' fairly often and uses bonnets but not durags and said bonnets are mostly hand-me-downs and he has them little flags on sticks of the jamaican,british and ugandan flags

He has a complex skincare routine and an even more complex haircare routine.He smells super good 24/7 as a result

He actually loves incense because it reminds him of Tani'yah so he uses it around his house boat and his room has not a door but a beads curtain in his colors(blue,red,pink and white)

He loves african chai so bad and not a black thing but he also loves cotton candy boba so bad(fr i learned how to make it at home and i unlocked a new chemical in my head,Hobs deserves to drink it too)

Hobie is not a feminist.Hobie is a womanist and also black4black

Him and Margo are tight.It started when he went up to her to ask her for help on learning how to use technology and they went on a cyberadventure across the Spidernet interesting enough to fill a half hour short and didn't sleep the whole night and Margo faceplanted into her loaded nachos while Hobie squeezed his soda can so hard it spurted onto the ceiling when Lyla told them good morning.Margo is haitian-american so there's a lot of cultural exchange going on and she's into pink y2k black girl aesthetics and the lifestyle so Hobie joins in with her when asked and they're very openly affectionate to the point they could be mistaken for a couple but also is it really mistake?They're not so sure themselves and they're totally okay with that.All that matters is they love eachother and that they're Hobie and Margo,not just Hobie and just Margo.They go out for voodoo donuts in their respective dimensions as a duo every saturday <3

Afrolatina Gwen 'cause it fits and fixes.She's a lightskin biracial afro-dominicana with black hair and brown eyes,one of the mermaid-y black women Hobie's type is and had straight hair in Itsv but locs in Atsv as an implied hair journey.They met at one of his concert's where she thought he was super hot and made an absolute fool of herself but his autistic ass found that super hot so he brought her up on stage to sing as a ref to that one concept art and they reunited the next day at Spider Society when she recognized him as that one kid Jessica also mentors and ran up to him to reintroduce herself,him being stunned at her being Ghostspider.She reached out to unmask him so he smirked and did the same,saying 'Eager to see your pretty face again too,Gwendita' and they linked arms as they walked together and yapped about tons of things,becoming best friends from that day on.Hobie gets Gwen into the political sides of punk she wasn't allowed to touch before and takes her with him to protests,riots and charities and Gwen gets Hobie to remember he's allowed to participate in the fun parts of punk by dragging him to steal food from marts with her,teaching him to skateboard and introducing him to pastel punk and she's also the reason for his kidcore spinterest as she introduced him to that too to help him heal his inner child as she does herself

Gwen kicks George's ass instead of being gaslight by him into thinking he always loved her for the copganda narrative since he only wants half of who she is(triple meaning).Hobie suggested Gwen's locs but Jessica did them for her and Hobie convinced Gwen to dye her hair pink and did to that job for her and that was how they got together,him leaning over her as his hands were covered in pink hair dye and earlier in the day he mentioned he'd never been kissed on the lips as he gave her a good morning cheek kiss so she took the chance on impulse and kissed him fullon then hid her face in her hair in embarrasment and whispered an apology at his shocked state only for him to tell her to do it again so she did and they nonsexually made out,him taking the lead this time.She calls him 'Hubbie' because she already considers him her husband and he calls her 'Babydoll' in addition to Gwendita because 1.black nickname and 2.Gwen's kidcore special interest includes a heavy love for dolls like Polly Pocket,Monster High,Shopkins,etc

He's a big fan of Amanda The Adventurer,Abbott Elementary and Craig Of The Creek.Margo,Jessica and Gwen are responsible for them in order

He adresses them,Tani'yah and Miles as 'my fave gyals' and 'the angels of my life'

He has a fat ass crush on Miles and him,Gwen and Margo are the Spidey Core Four because Hobie and Margo went looking for Gwen in worry when they saw she sneaked off without telling them so they ended up being a part of the Gwen and Miles dynamics as a best friends quartet,starting mid-swinging across New York scene.He calls Miles 'Tinkerbell' and his first words to him when he caught him just as he was about to fall as Margo did the sane for Gwen were 'Ay,Tinkerbell,you out of pixie dust?Need a lil faith and trust?',the cat charm on his Watch concept art was a gift from Miles to him and Jefferson and Rio approve of them so hard because they're a black4black couple and Hobie is afropunk personified.Punkflower is punk4punk canonically since Miles' symbol was based on the anarchy symbol and they do graffiti and bake sunflower themed baked goods as solo dates

'Solo dates' because the Spidey Core Four are a polycule.They're all aroacespec so they're relathionship anarchy and t4t4t4t4t and the group date activities they do are petty crime sprees,meme challenges to post on Margo's and Miles' tiktok,beach days in matching diy'd spidersuit themed swimsuits that blend in through superhero logic,arcade trips and a cat cafe on Earth 22191 that includes Aibo cats(interdimentional differences are freaky,right?)

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noloveforned · 2 years

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i'll be on wlur with the new show and a new theme at 8pm tonight followed by an encore presentation of last week's show thanks to the magic of automation.

all summer long we've started the show off with groups that feature siblings, hearing songs from thin lips, the carpenters, pip blom, the breeders, herman düne, the fiery furnances, versus, devo, the jesus and mary chain, parquet courts, that dog, the kinks, haim, the beach boys, lawrence, pernice brothers, shoes, the b-52's, sparks, the pointer sisters, and plumtree.

no love for ned on wlur – september 30th, 2022 from 8-10pm

artist // track // album // label plumtree // was that all? // this day won't last at all // endearing order of the toad // golden rod // spirit man // gringo jim nothing // yellow house // in the marigolds // meritorio hazy sour cherry // ordinary girl // strange world // damnably sixpeace // see before you go // try to understand this ep // (self-released) the cakekitchen // tell me why you lie // stompin thru the boneyard (remastered) // ally the styrenes // inside of here // essential styrenes volume one, 1975-1979 // mustard judy and the jerks // buford // music to go nuts // thrilling living sick thoughts // i hate you // heaven is no fun // total punk loobs // i'm not a communist // word to the wise // poison city heir traffic // smoke taint // no hearth // marthouse sour widows // look the other way // crossing over ep // exploding in sound herman düne featuring jolie holland // why would that hurt? (if you never loved me) // the portable herman düne, volume one // bb island iron and wine featuring sima cunningham and macie stewart // like patsy would // lori ep // black cricket lean year // nitetime // sides // western vinyl fuubutsushi // loop trail // birthingbodies ep // cached media nicole mitchell and fabio paolizzo // replicas // medusae // don Giovanni isaiah collier and michael shekwoaga ode // confessions of the heart // i am beyond // division 81 mai sugimoto // missing drummer // monologue // asian improv horace tapscott // world peace // the quintet // mr. bongo rotary connection // if i sing my song // hey, love // cadet yazmin lacey // pieces // pieces digital single // believe maze featuring frankie beverly // joy and pain // joy and pain // capitol butcher brown // 777 // triple trey // concord jazz hollie cook // move my way // happy hour // merge kcidy // je vis mes rêves en vrai // les gens heureux // vietnam hydroplane // song for the meek // hydroplane // efficient space eerie wanda // birds aren't real // internal radio // joyful noise northern portrait // at attention // the swiss army // matinée count florida // justene // choose your own... // (self-released)

#wlur #radio shows

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hEy!!😙 I wondering if you could pretty please do a ship/matchup for me with a JJK guy? if it’s ok, I’d LOVE for you to do one for AOT as well🥹❤️✨ if YAS, then here is some info :

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 5’7”

EYE COLOR: Brown (tend to look solid black most of the time) and are ✨shiny✨

SKIN TONE: Warm-olive - tan

BODY TYPE: Lithe, slim & fit

HAIR: Short (boy-ish i guess) and dark brown to black (a brown black) kinda messy or has a some texture to it that makes it look a bit wild and messy (but In a cute way lol)

BIOLOGICAL SEX: Afab

GENDER- Demi-boy / non-binary / boy / trans ? (Guess you could just say I’m a “reverse trap” if that helps)

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: They/He

SEXUALITY: Demisexual and attracted to males

STAR SIGN: Aquarius

PERSONALITY TYPE: INFP / INFJ

Calm and collected demeanor

Fairly soft-spoken

love people who are able to laugh with me and don’t take me as seriously as I tend to take myself

I guess internally, I would describe myself as moody, sad, or serious, but when I interact with people, It’s a bit different. I’m still not outgoing per say, but will be a bit more bubbly/fluffy or at least try to overcompensate in that way, but am actually quite moody, and sad though in the end tho. I try to be better around people than I am with myself, to show a lighter, ✨sweeter ✨ side. I also have good manners too, so that’s nice lol

I guess since I’ve been through a lot and I’m all too familiar with what it's like to be in all sorts of pain, so I want to treat everyone with neutral respect and kindness, not too-kind though lol). This is hard to explain though, I’m not moody and reserved with others so much, but rather am on my own and just know myself to be. I laugh and smile around my friends quite a lot around friends and people I actually like- it’s a light-hearted, peaceful kind of thing, but I also trust them enough to confide in/tell them about my inner depths/personal stuff. I NEVER EVER seem to fight with my friends/start arguments, especially with petty things. I just want us to be real with each other and get along, and do stuff and talk about things !!

Have never been a “perfect” straight-A student, am still not (but it’s not because i’m not smart, there’s other issues there)

Being around people is very draining but I can still manage

Slight abandonment issues

Friendly + easy-going

Creative

Sometimes I have an “all or nothing mindset” which is truly one of my biggest downfalls

Introspective

I see the humor in a lot of things

Try to persevere when put in difficult situations

Tend to not like school

NEVER SLEEP, I literally come alive at night it’s wierd

Very compassionate + sympathetic

Not clingy, or super dependant on others

Tend to get obsessed / fixated with things easily

Loyal, confideable and a great listener

Innocent like that- never been interested in drugs / alcohol / vaping or smoking- never have, most likely never will (personal preference) and also can definitely have a good time without that. I just never understood the purpose/appeal of vices like that, but I like juice lol🫠

Huge sweet tooth 🤤

A dog person

LOVE music, (METAL + deathcore + pop-punk, some pop)

Love Cafe’s

Never been in a romantic relationship

Boring / UNINTELLIGENT / shallow people= HuGe NO

Flakiness in others= NO

Keep on being told that I look younger, like 15 😬😓😞 ( if that visually helps at all lmao)

Athletic and physically coordinated, good at sports / physical activities

I really like when I can be of help to people

Gr8 sense of humor

Always questioning things + deep thinker

Shy but not a pushover

Can be more outgoing when I’m at my best and only if I’m comfortable around you

Even though I am shy / introverted, I naturally gravitate towards and make friends with more outgoing / extroverted people, or at least are more extroverted than I am. They bring me out, I really admire/am grateful for those people

Will either have small group of friends, or that one favorite person

Love hearing people talking about weird things / expressing themselves. I'm not judgmental like that and usually, people automatically feel that from me

If I choose to spend time with you and happen to form a (platonic) bond, which I admit, rarely happens- then you know that I genuinely like and appreciate you. I don’t take solid relationships for granted. Though, I’m also surprised or find it hard to believe that someone would want to be my friend.

Generally unstable and have hard time regulating my emotions

VEry much dislike mean/apathetic/arrogant/ignorant/homophobes/transphobes/closed-minded/mean and “basic” b****es 😒 (when I say b****es, I’m referring to anyone no matter the gender)

Am quite difficult to read, and it takes a little while for me to open up

Love language = i’m not too sure but I tend to give gifts to people to show care and adoration, and would love giving/receiving nice, juicy, solid hugs (BIDDIES lol hehe), Giving compliments

Sometimes I think being vulnerable makes me seem weak

Am the type to sit comfortably in silence with someone

I dislike conflict + confrontation so i usually try to avoid it

TOTAL bottom/sub, definitely have a kinky mind too, BUT…

a lil virgin lol. But I do think about being CORRUPTED a lot (you know what I mean😏🥺🐶)

Huge tendency to self-sabotage, underestimate myself and compare myself to others

Insecure about being perceived as dumb, unintelligent or incapable / incompetent

Have gender dysphoria that can really worsen at times

Need a guy who probably wouldn’t care about gender / doesn’t really have a prefer in that regard, but acknowledges my gender identity and use the proper pronouns (using they/he or saying “bOyFrienD” when referring to me, I would melt lol) NOT someone who will try to change me but will support

Go out and do things with me, or drag me along with you if u must, geez lol (Need to sit in my own space, but need to go out with OTHERS)

I tend to come off as kinda “emo,” and the way I dress tends to borderline on emo anyways 🖤, but I don’t really try to. 🥺 I’m not hating on emo style, I pretty much am emo, but the style/look just gets a lot of slack, so it makes me insecure. So I try to mix a little “prep” in my style 🥲 and try to wear more color and stuff like that. I just don’t want people to see me as this dark, hurting emo boi (even though I pretty much am) who is unlikable or unapproachable so I try to be a different way but end up putting on what feels like some kind of facade, and in the end I feel less like myself.

Guess I try to be more like the person I wish I was through my style, even though I can’t deny who I am and what I’m like. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m a pretty confusing person who is self-conflicted- it’s one of my biggest problems.

I Primarily wear cooler tones like BLACK, BLUES, whites, SOMETIMES neutrals, more modest, looser fitting clothing. Shoes like sneakers, converse, stuff like that. a BIT of academia vibes (it’s what I ultimately try to go for) but the universe KEEPS PULLING ME TOWARD MY INHERENT EMO-NESS AGHH

I don’t wear dresses / skirts / crop tops / high heels/ high-waisted pants or anything like that. (MAYBE, just MAYBE will consider wearing a sweet dress again one day, but ONLY if I look more like a cute lil fem-boy and not a girl lmao.

This is random, but sometimes I do wear a more fitting crop-top tee over a fitted long-sleeve shirt and it really suits me, and it’s a moment. But that's as good as it gets regarding that (Use that as a headcanon 😏 even though you know it’s canon lol). I don’t ever wear jewelry. So I’m like cute-boyish-neutral-but still Kinda fem, ya know? I’m more like baby I guess. 😂🥺 I tend to not talk about my gender or refer to myself in gender specific ways, since I’ve told little to no one about it anyways.

Hey lovely! Im so sorry but my matchups are actually closed! They’ve been closed since about June or July. Im terribly sorry!

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My Baby 💎 Latrelle x Reader

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: angst , really small mention of blood

“What did I say about getting blood on my carpet?” You mumbled, dabbing the cut on Latrelle’s cheek with a soft tissue.

“Not to,” He replied.

You shake your head, tossing the bloody tissue into the trash can. He was bruised up bad this time. Cuts on his face, a black eye, he was even limping. The blood that dripped from his nose onto your white carpet seemed less of a problem compared to him.

“I’ll clean it for you.” He squints his eyes shut as you clean one of the bigger cuts on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, you need to rest.”

You glance at the time. You had woken up an hour ago to the sound of someone knocking at your door. Of course it was Latrelle, beat up. You knew he had been messing with César again.

You wondered why it was so hard for Latrelle to leave César alone. César rarely messed with him. It was always Latrelle actively making things tense for everyone. He made it hard to be in a relationship with him, while also respecting César and his friends. You toss Latrelle a blanket and a pillow from your bed, before climbing in.

“You can sleep on the couch. Then leave in the morning.”

“Babe, you really gonna treat me that way?”

“Yes, I am because you had the nerve to wake me up at 3am to bandage you up because you were starting some stupid b.s. with César.”

He rolled his eyes and tried to get in the bed with you. “You know it’s the life I live y/n. I have to keep them on their toes or they’ll get comfy. You can’t change me baby”

This pissed you off. You pushed him off of the bed. “No because I know the life you live. I'm not trying to change you, it’s just when you're messing with him that’s when I get mad. Do you know how hard it is to watch you run and start a fight with César and have to baby you back to health, only to look Monse in the eye the next morning to say hello. It’s really freaking hard.”

He throws his hands up, “Whatever you’re bugging. You always take things too far y/n. I wasn’t even really messing with him. It was only him and his girl. He was on me for no reason so I had to say something. It wasn’t my fault he was acting all tough like he was gon do something.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up. “Monse was there?” You ask.

“If that’s her name then yeah.”

“You fought him while Monse was there!” You yell, throwing a pillow at his face.

The pillow hits Latrelle hard. He throws it out your bedroom door, turning to look at you, his mouth turning into a scowl.

You return the face, “You’re lucky he didn’t have a gun, Latrelle! You know he gets protective when he's with his friends. You know this!”

“You need to calm down. Why are you getting so emotional?”

“Why am I getting emotional? I’m getting emotional because one day you might not knock on my door. You might be bleeding out in the street, because of your dumb decisions. I would never forgive myself if you…” You felt tears start to roll down your cheek, but you don’t stop yelling even though your voice is breaking with sobs.

“Please break up with me if you are going to keep doing this. Please. I can’t keep helping you like this. I can’t keep defending you. Don’t you love me? Why can’t we go to the park or on dates like we used to? Why will you ignore my texts for days but feel fine with coming to my door bloody. You said you love me so why don’t you act like it?”

Latrelle stared up at you from his place on the ground. You were full on crying now. Fat tears slid down your face onto your sheets and you put your head in your hands. You heard Latrelle get up but you didn’t feel his warmth on your body. You didn’t smell his cologne or feel his tight hugs. He had gotten up and walked out the door.

You got up and threw on a robe, suddenly self-conscious of your outfit even though it was just a shirt and shorts. You ran out of your bedroom, into the hallway, all the way to the front door, but he was gone. He hadn’t even locked the door behind him.

Opening the door you step out. Your hot face was cooled by the wind. It fluttered around you, shaking the trees. The only light there was was the moon and the streetlights. No stars, no cars, not even a firefly and not even your boyfriend.

Shutting the door you slide down with your back against it. You reach the floor and wrap your arms around your knees and continue to cry. Your heart began to ache at the silence. He had left you. He had walked out and left you.

You fell asleep there. On the wooden floor, in front of your front door. In the morning you woke up to your alarm blaring from your room. Your cheeks were still stained with tears, your eyes bright red and it seemed hard to keep them open. All you wanted to do was sleep a little more. To move to your warm bed and fall back asleep, but if you missed a day of school it would make your parents come back sooner. You got up and went to your room to change. You chose a random black sweatshirt and jeans.

After washing your face, brushing your teeth, and eating a little bit of breakfast you start the walk to school. It was one of those mornings where you wished you had more friends, so you wouldn’t have to walk to school alone.

Your lack of friends was one of the things Latrelle liked about you. To him you were safe. Not always the center of attention, but not a nobody. You were a good enough kid that with him being your boyfriend, it made him seem like a better person. In a way you hated him for that. It made you feel more like an accessory than a significant other, but in an attempt to not start crying again, you stop thinking about it.

You walk into the school and head to your first class, then the next. They all go okay. As you walk to lunch Monse gives you a small smile. You smile back, but notice that a lot of people are looking at you. You look down at your outfit. Your jeans weren’t open, the sweatshirt wasn’t backwards. You sit down at your usual lunch table and suddenly the cafeteria doors are swung open. You didn’t care enough to look up.

Someone sits right in front of you. You start to eat your apple, it’s juices dripping down your mouth.

“y/n I’m sorry.” Latrelle mumbled.

“Are you?” You questioned. Using the back of your hand to wipe away the sticky juices.

“I got you this.”

You look up and see a single flower. “You got me one flower that I’m supposed to carry around school.”

“Dang why can’t you be happy,”

“I’m done explaining stuff to you and your dumb attempts of apologizing. You can go.”

Latrelle places the flower on the table. You start to eat your sandwich.

“Look, I’m real sorry y/n. I shouldn’t have walked out on you. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I was just frustrated. I didn't want you to have to deal with me any more that night. I even apologized to César. Well I didn’t apologize because I aint no punk, but you know I gave him a nod. Babe, I hate when you're angry at me.”

You start to eat your sandwich, but you weren’t hungry anymore. As you get up from your seat to throw your trash away, his hand goes around your wrist. His brown eyes looked into yours, but you removed his hand and walked away.

He followed you into the hallway.

“Y/N please.”

You turn to face him, sticking a finger into his chest. “Look you can apologize all you want, but unless you’re really going to change, leave me alone. I told you, I rather you break up with me then to keep lying and doing stupid stuff.”

He pulls you into an empty classroom. He kissed your neck and rubs his hands on your back, You kiss back. It continues for a few seconds. You and Latrelle make out in an empty classroom until he pulls away and hugs you. His hugs were always almost too tight. He hugged you like he never wanted to let you go, like he never wanted anything to get to you.

“I swear I won’t do anymore stuff like that.” He whispered. He pulled a box out of his back pocket. “Here’s your actual gift.”

Inside the box was a cute gray bracelet with your birthstone in it. Your name and his are written in cursive underneath it, along with your anniversary date. “You really did this for me?”

“Yeah, you my baby. I had to search up ideas. I know you like cute things like this.”

You felt your cheeks start to warm up. The bracelet was exactly your size and you couldn't stop looking at it. “Thank you baby.”

“Anything for you.” He put one of his arms on your shoulders. “You wanna get out of here. You look tired.”

Ignoring your other classes you say yes and walk with him out the back of the school.

Author's Note: Fun fact this was originally going to be a César post, but I decided I wanted to do a cuter one for him. But omg I wanted this to be for him so bad. Be on the lookout for my next post because it will def be a César one! Anyway Requests are still open! Please like if you enjoyed and follow. We're almost at 50 followers and I have a huge surprise when we reach 100 <3!! Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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calculated, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Some people would call you far too serious. Some would call you stuck-up. And some would call you a bitch. But to freshman Jeon Jungkook, you’re the head Calculus I TA noona – and he’s determined to fuck you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, pussy spanking, fingering, m-receiving oral, doggy, dirty talk); non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft instigator Jimin lol

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

"I think Jungkook likes you."

The lead of your mechanical pencil snapped suddenly. Stupid soft graphite. You glared at it, annoyed, and brushed the broken piece away to complete the equation.

"Who?"

"I think he's taking the afternoon class."

You double-checked the last question and handed him his homework back. "Jimin, you used the wrong equation, here and here."

Park Jimin frowned, face falling when he saw all your corrections. Being one of your parents' friends' kids, your parents and his parents naturally asked you to help him out when he entered the same university as you. You pretty much figured the likelihood of Jimin speaking to you was zero, since he was a dance major and you were a graphics design major. You shrugged and agreed.

Except you forgot you were also the head Calculus I TA and Calculus I was a required course for all students. And, turns out, Jimin wasn't that great at math. That's why you were sitting on cushions at your coffee table in your apartment with Park Jimin, watching a music program as you checked his homework.

"Oh."

Jimin began to look over your arrows and circles. You never actually gave him the answer. He usually ended up forgetting a step in the middle and thus fucked the answer. Usually he caught on easily once you pointed it out.

You stared at the television screen, listening to the latest hit. Not bad. Catchy.

"I think I should tell you because he's kind of reckless," Jimin was saying.

You placed a hand under your head and took a sip of your tea, distracted by the cute MC with the blue hair. He had a cute smile. It reminded you of a bunny.

"Who?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin snapped impatiently.

You raised an eyebrow and faced Jimin. "Oi. I'm correcting your homework here. I could just correct it tomorrow and hand it back to you with red marks instead," you threatened.

He pouted at you, his full lower lip sticking out. "Sorry, noona."

You sighed. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel ancient." You turned your body so you faced him as he scowled at his homework. "Okay, okay, I'm listening now. What did you want to say?"

Jimin put his pencil down immediately and began to chat like an excited gossiping auntie. Round brown eyes getting rounder, glad for a break from his math homework. You didn't want to get him started, but he was going to nag you incessantly until you let him talk.

"I think he sits in the back?" Jimin pondered. "Dark longish hair, wears a lot of black. Looks scary when he's thinking because his eyes go really wide and he furrows his brows."

You twisted your mouth to the side and thought. You only attended the class when they had quizzes or exams because during lectures the professor didn't need your help. Mostly you remembered people by their personal scores or their handwriting, because you graded everything as the head TA. Looking at people's faces wasn't really necessary, unless you were looking for cheating.

"Can't recall. I remember his handwriting though. Not bad," you said, shrugging. "I think he's pretty highly ranked at the moment."

"I think he likes you."

You scoffed. "How did you come to that consensus?"

Jimin tapped his temple sagely. "Intuition."

"If only you used that intuition on Calculus."

He frowned at you, pouting again. You let out a puff of air, conceding.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

Jimin scratched the back of his head. "Well, er... I'm just warning you."

"... Is he a serial killer or something?"

"No, no, no!" Jimin waved his hands on the air hurriedly. "He's really nice. But he can be kind of, uh... forward."

"How old is he?" you asked, glancing at the television for a moment as you took another long sip of your tea.

"Two years younger than me."

You choked.

"What?" you squeaked between coughs. Jimin hurried over and patted your back as you struggled, becoming pink in the face. "The fuck? Tell him to find someone his own age."

"I did!" Jimin whined. "But he's stubborn."

You rolled your eyes. "You're warning me that I have to break a poor freshman's heart?"

"Kind of."

You rubbed your throat. "Hmph. Darn whippersnappers these days."

Jimin smacked your arm, laughing. "I thought you weren't ancient?"

"I am now knowing some kid is fantasizing about their fucking Calculus TA."

You had said your comment sarcastically. You fully expected Jimin to make some joke, but he froze up a little. You looked over to him. He looked somewhat guilty, like a lost puppy who got caught stealing food. You sighed and patted his back.

"Don't worry, I won't chew your friend's heart out. Finish your homework, so I don't drop you off too late. You have practice in the morning, yeah?"

"Y-yeah, thanks."

Forward, huh?

An understatement.

You were sitting in one of the math department offices, laptop open, your drawing tablet in your lap, thinking. The conversation with Jimin happened about two days ago. In that time, you hadn't attended either morning or afternoon class yet, since it was only lectures. Not that it mattered, because lecture halls were massive. If this Jungkook kid sat in the back, then you probably wouldn't be able to see him anyway. At the moment, however, you were preoccupied with your assignment, to design a logo. Logo designing was difficult, especially since a school assignment didn't exactly have a real client attached to it to ask questions.

Technically these were Calculus I office hours, but who attended office hours? Nobody.

Who attended any type of calculus office hours?

Yeah, exactly.

You spent the time doing homework with the door open. You were the only TA that actually showed up for the office hours. Every other TA said it was a waste of time. It was. You still came through; in the off chance some poor kid decided her grade mattered. You felt bad since the actual professor wasn't very patient when people needed extra help. Also, technically you were the head TA, so you did have a bit more responsibility than the others.

Your black boots were perched on the desk as you sat back in your office chair, sketching a few ideas. If a member of the math department saw you, you would probably get in trouble. Thankfully, the math department was usually deserted. Math wasn't exactly the most social subject.

You took a sip of your tea from your thermos, tapping your tablet pen on your black jean-covered thigh.

"You look even better close-up, noona."

A clear, silvery, male voice cut through the silence. The voice came from the doorframe right in front of the desk. You frowned, slowly lifting your head from your tablet. How had you not heard him? Were you really that focused on your assignment?

Chucky black sneakers. Black cargo pants, slim fit. Distressed black sweater, hands casually in his pockets. Broad shoulders. Lightly tanned skin. Sharp jawline. A tiny mole under a mischievous smile. Your eyes narrowed as you made eye contact with those sparkling dark brown orbs. Long hair slicked back, with only a few wispy strands on his forehead.

"Calculus I question?" was your response.

His smile quirked a little higher. The young man didn't have a backpack with him. Didn't even have a piece of paper stuck under his arm. Wasn't even trying to pretend that he needed help.

"I have questions."

He didn't elaborate. You lowered your legs, placing your tablet on your laptop.

"This is Calculus I office hours. For calculus questions only."

His eyes flickered to your laptop and tablet. Back to you.

"Is this what the TAs should be doing during office hours?"

Suddenly, you could feel your pulse in your ears. Point taken.

"What do you want?"

He slid into the chair across from the desk, hands still in his pockets. Watching you carefully, still smiling thoughtfully. It should have been unnerving, but there was no malice in that smile. Maybe you were imagining it though, so you kept your guard up.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook."

Yeah, I guessed, you thought wryly. "And my name is on the syllabus. What do you want?"

He tilted his head at you, studying your face.

"How do you know Jimin-ssi?"

Isn't Jimin older than you, punk? "Our parents are friends."

He nodded slowly. He looked around the windowless office, at the three papers tacked to the wall – outdated notices – to the still open door, to the desk with your laptop, tablet, and backpack. Then to you, sitting back in the black office chair, eyebrow raised, hands half-in the sleeves of your gray flannel, cropped black sweater underneath.

"I think you're beautiful, noona."

Your brain winced at the compliment and your hormones looked up from the abyss. Your brain scolded them to go back to their hidey-hole. You clicked your tongue.

"I'm too old for you."

There was an ever-so-slight tick of his head. His eyes shifted downward and then flicked back up to you, almost shyly, if it wasn't for the small smirk dancing on his lips.

"We both know such a mindset is outdated."

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The fuck? Your hormones peeked out again. Your brain was too distracted with trying to find a comeback to tell them to fuck off. You figured you better cut this off right now before it went too far.

"This whole conversation is inappropriate," you said evenly, standing up from the chair and rolling it back. You walked around the desk and stood in front of it, balancing your ass against it. You crossed your arms over your breasts. "You should leave."

He slowly, slowly gazed up at you. Why did he look so satisfied? Your heart did a little three beat skip. Stop it. Keep it together. Jungkook got to his feet, hands still in his pockets. Then he pulled them out and pushed his sleeves up.

Oh?

Tattoos ran up his right arm, the beginnings of a sleeve. Ink black against light tan, flexed muscle. He was not a skinny pretty boy. You were so busy staring at his arms that you barely registered him placing them casually on either side of you, face right next to yours. Now you were staring down at his broad chest, at his black distressed sweater.

"Excuse me?" you snapped testily, lifting your head to look into his smug eyes.

"I won't touch you," Jungkook murmured quietly. "Unless you ask me to."

This punk ass bitch.

You narrowed your eyes. "What makes you think I would?"

That small teasing smile came back.

"Well, for one, you haven't actually told me you have absolutely no interest yet."

Your hormones prodded you excitedly. Your brain told them to shut up. Your eyes moved to the open door behind his head, looking into the empty hall, trying to keep a balanced, even tone. It came out a little sharper than you intended.

"Door's wide open."

"Embarrassed to be seen with me?" Jungkook purred, breath on your cheek.

You tried not to react even though your hormones were fucking losing it. "What about you?" you shot back sharply.

You heard Jungkook chuckle. "Fuck no I'm not." Your heart jerked heading the crude word come out so daintily and casually from his lips. "I want to be seen with you. All the time. In every position."

You finally tore your eyes from the open door to give him the side-eye. "Real big words there."

Jungkook smirked. "I'm giving you a chance to tell me no. It's taking everything in me not to bend you over this desk right now and fuck your brains out."

You sucked in a breath. Accidentally. Not on purpose. There's absolutely no way Jungkook would have noticed unless he was literally right next to you. Which he was. Shit. He leaned in closer, still not actually touching you.

"You like that idea?" he breathed, the lust evident in his voice, not even trying to hide it.

"I am not some easy bitch at the club, Jungkook. This is the fucking math department," you scolded, eye-level to the base of his neck, wanting very badly to make out with it.

Now it was his turn to inhale sharply. He pulled his head back, and now you were face-to-face with those dark, dark eyes, falling, falling, your body screaming at you to do more. And still you didn’t, torn between reason and instinct.

"I'm so pissed," he growled, breath against your lips. "That the first time I hear you say my name, I wasn't watching your pretty lips form it."

Those few strands brushed against his exposed forehead, framing his furrowed brow and those intense dark brown eyes, making you breathless, telling you that you should, even though the last shreds of reason were telling you, do not, do not, do not give in to Jeon Jungkook.

"It's the middle of the damn day," you murmured.

"And you make me horny every second of every day," he groaned, so close now that his nose almost touched yours. "With your stem stare, your assertive stride, your well-spoken words, and your beautiful body that demands to be kissed, loved, fucked." He panted, shoulders shaking. "God, I want you under me so bad. You have no idea, noona."

Resolve? Hello, where are you?

You raised an eyebrow. "You think you're enough for me?"

His dark eyes gleamed.

"I know I am."

Your eyes flickered to the open door, the vacant hall, feeling Jungkook's body heat hovering so close, so close to you, and then you shifted your eyes back to him. Your brain was screaming at you and your hormones bonked your brain silent. The words at the tip of your tongue came tumbling out, nothing to hold them back anymore.

"Let's see."

And then you kissed him.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate, his large hands leaving the desk, grabbing your waist, ramming his crotch into you. You gasped against his soft lips and he slid his tongue inside, playing with yours, moaning, kissing you hungrily. His fingers pressed into you through your clothes, strong, tight, unforgiving. Your eyes flew open, surprised at his eagerness. He retreated his tongue and nipped at your lower lip, sucking on it lightly. You shivered, feeling him lift you onto the desk, pushing your legs open with his hips, grinding against you. He kissed down your chin, lifting your head impatiently, moaning against your skin. Every gentle kiss a jolt to your system, contrasting with his rough hands kneading your waist, pulling you close against his firm body, the fucking desk cutting into your thighs, eyelids fluttering.

There was movement at the door.

You froze.

Jungkook’s lips latched onto your neck, sucking sharply. You choked back a wanton moan, seeing a familiar face. A familiar, plump smile with cute, lovely eyes. He waved a small hand at you and reached for the doorknob, locking it from the inside before winking at you and closing the door silently.

Park fucking Jimin.

That bas–

Your thought was sharply cut off by Jungkook nipping at your throat, hissing as he rolled his hips into your thigh, a distinct bulge pressing into you. He yanked down the front of your sweater, sucking on the space right between your collarbones. You whimpered and shuddered, wrapping a leg around his waist and hooking him towards you, hands finally leaving your chest and grabbing his, fingers getting caught in the holes of his sweater.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m so fucking hard already because you’re so fucking hot.”

You caught yourself against the desk, elbow slamming onto the wood. You winced. “I haven’t done shit,” you said, surprised to feel your lips slightly swollen.

Jungkook grinned. “You don’t have to. Just you below me is enough.”

You glared at him and he bent over the desk, grabbing the back of your head, pushing your face to his, kissing you again, stealing your breath. It was the perfect mix of force and desperation, leaving you yielding, back arching as he sucked on your tongue, bobbing his head up and down slightly to pull on it. You tried not to make noise – everything was already too noisy anyway – only crying out softly when he let you go. Now you were on your elbows with Jungkook towering over you, licking his lips, the spare strands now stuck to his exposed forehead. His eyes roamed over your body before landing back on your face. You gave him your best questioning look.

He chuckled darkly. “I want to rip all your clothes off, but something tells me you will be upset with me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Because this is still the middle of the math department, let me remind you, Jungkook.” You huffed. “I don’t live here. Don’t get crazy.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “Say my name again, noona. God, let me watch your delicious lips speak my fucking name.”

You raised your eyebrows. Then you felt his hands on your jeans, undoing the button, making you jump. The zipper going down, down. He yanked at the seam, digging it into your already wet pussy, shoving your panties into your slit.

“A-ah, Jungkook…”

Oh fuck. That sounded kind of pathetic.

He bit his lower lip, and yanked again.

“J-Jungkook, ah…” Your eyelids fluttered, trying to keep your strict demeanor.

“Fuck,” he hissed, firmly gripping the waistband of your jeans and pulling them down your ass, half-dragging your panties down. “You like that, noona? Do you want me to be rough with you?”

You prayed to the higher power that he would just take the damn hint and not make you say it. But Jungkook was dragging your panties back up, the thin black fabric being sucked into your folds and ass as he pulled them far too high. You gasped, trying not to look down, trying not to look at his face. But he grabbed your chin, dragging you back to him, making you open your glazed eyes, making you see his excited expression.

“Look at me, noona.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jungkook held the front of your panties and pulled, hard. You had to choke back a moan, the fabric nearly ripping, rubbing harshly against your clit. You felt the squelch of you getting wetter, hearing it clearly as he yanked at it, stimulating your clit.

“Tell me you don’t like it, noona,” Jungkook whispered hotly, letting go of your chin. “Tell me and I’ll stop.”

You spread your legs involuntarily, trying very hard not to make a fucking sound, but it was already obvious by your fists clenched against the desk, your widespread legs, and your pussy lips practically sucking your panties in, so much so that they nearly disappeared into you.

Jungkook snuck a glance down, gasping softly at your glistening pussy being tortured by your panties. He dropped to his knees and you had only one second to be confused before Jungkook’s tongue licked up your slit. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to avoid crying out, leaving your sounds limited to muffled whimpers as he lapped at your juices, groaning into you. Your entire lower body vibrated as he teased your covered clit, smushing the fabric into your deeper, rougher. Your hips strained, trying to hump his face but only digging your panties into you harder.

You removed your hand from your face, biting on your tongue to regain some semblance of thought so you fucking talk.

“T-take it off…” you gasped. You looked down, seeing his mischievous eyes above your quivering mound, licking his lips slowly, pink tongue tracing the contours of his mouth.

Jungkook raised his hand.

Smack!

This time you had to actually shove to knuckles into your mouth and mute your squeal as pain radiated through you, your pussy stinging. He slapped you again, right on your clit, hard, making your throw your head back and nearly hit the desk, hips raising to meet him. Oh, God. He pressed his finger against your aching clit, rubbing hard, standing up to bend over you, an impossibly strong presence as he pleasured you.

“Say it, noona,” he breathed. “Tell me you like getting your pussy spanked.”

He was rubbing your clit so hard that you felt your hips raise into it, eyes rolling back into your head.

“Say it or I’ll stop,” he warned menacingly, voice so low it ripped through you.

You tore your knuckles out of your mouth. “Don’t stop, please, fuck, Jungkook, I love it when you spank my clit, fuck, please, fuck.” The words came jumbling out in a rushed, half-panicked whisper, cut off by your sharp gasp as your orgasm clawed into you. You felt Jungkook slap his free hand over your mouth, shutting off your wail as your throbbed into his hand, turning into helpless whines as he spanked your clit hard and fast, accentuating your high with waves of sudden, aching pain. You pushed his hand away, pressing your head against the desk, gasping.

“Harder, please, Jungkook, harder.”

He was staring at your fucked-out face, massaging your throbbing pussy with his palm, coating his fingers with your cum. Your voice a thin moan, hips rutting into him.

“Believe me, I want to,” he snarled. “I want to so fucking bad, noona, but we’re already loud enough and you’re making a fucking mess.”

He pulled your panties down, nearly useless at this point and roughly shoved two fingers into you. You gasped, tongue lolling out and he took the chance to put two fingers of his free hand into your mouth, rubbing your wet tongue. You could feel every joint, the calluses of his fingertips as he thrust them into you, slopping, wet sounds accompanying his movements.

“Fuck, look at you, noona, sucking in my fingers, letting me fuck your mouth,” Jungkook murmured, centimeters away from your face. “I haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet and you’re already taking me so well.”

If you could think, you probably would have a snappy response, but Jungkook was stuffing his fingers into your mouth and scissoring the others inside your pussy, driving you insane. You made eye contact with Jungkook, him and his blown-out pupils, his lips trembling as he rammed his fingers into your holes faster, harder, sliding you up the wooden desk. Something inside you snapped and you squeezed your eyes shut, your body shaking as you came again, trying to yell, but unable to because Jungkook shoved his fingers into your throat, making you almost choke if it wasn’t for your own expertise. An embarrassing amount of liquid poured down his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. You clamped your legs shut, burying his hand, hips jerking as the aftershocks rippled through you.

You heard Jungkook swallow loudly, jaw tight. He slowly pulled his fingers out of both holes, strings of bodily fluid following him as he did so. Your shaking knees were barely holding your lower body up, jeans constricting your calves and your upper body way too fucking hot.

You laid back on the wood, trying to catch your breath. Was it a fucking cliché? Probably. You felt Jungkook lift himself off the desk and you closed your eyes, chest heaving. Of course. He was just going to leave you like this, tearing your secret out of you and then leaving to boast about how he turned the head Calculus I TA into a helpless, submissive puddle of goo without even actually fucking you. Why did you even bother–

You suddenly felt the desk creak and snapped your eyes open to Jungkook climbing onto it, straddling your chest, unzipping his pants right in front of your face. His slicked hair was becoming unfurled now, more and more dark strands falling down around his ears. His brow furrowed, eyes so wide and focused you weren’t even sure he was actually looking at you.

“Uh–”

He reached in his black boxer briefs impatiently and pulled out his thick, leaking cock. Your eyes widened and his found yours, glittering with arousal. A smear of pre-cum grazed your cheek as he adjusted his position to push the red, bulbous tip against your lips.

“I want to fuck you, noona, but you have to clean me up,” Jungkook breathed, gently asking you but also trying to greedily push his dick into your mouth.

You could say something, but somehow you concluded you were going to be muffled anyway, so you opened your mouth, tongue snaking out and licking the head. Flat, wide, and all over, coating your tongue with his pre-cum, moaning at his taste. Jungkook sunk his teeth into his lower lip, hissing softly as he spread his legs even more, lowering himself slowly into your mouth. You licked around his cock before closing your lips and sucking, growing wet as he thrust his hips into your mouth, slow and steady, eyes closed. You reached up to hold onto his thighs, whimpering as you felt his muscular quads through his pants. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, sliding his cock in a little deeper, hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, noona, so fucking sexy, taking my cock like that,” he groaned, reaching down and pushing your hair out of your eyes. His dark hair hung down, framing his face in shadow, making your pussy throb at the image. “Makes me want to fill all your holes up, makes me want to coat you with my cum and see you covered in it, messy and dirty with me.”

You couldn’t say anything so you just whined, nails digging into his covered thighs.

“You want that?” His voice dropped several octaves again. Your skin prickled hotly with every word. “You want me to jack off all over you and leave you a mess covered with my cum?”

You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for friction, now moving your head to suck harder, rubbing the tip fiercely against the back of your throat.

“F-fuck,” he gritted out. He tapped your hand hurriedly, eyelids fluttering. “S-stop, stop.” You whimpered, sadly looking up at him. He chuckled, rubbing your knuckles soothingly.

Look here you little shit, you can’t say all that dirty stuff and not expect me to be horny, your eyes were telling him.

“I know, I know,” he purred. “But I want to fuck your pussy and office hours are almost over…”

You glowered at him, but reluctantly unhinged your jaw, opening your lips. He slid out, gasping, hitting you in the chin and getting the front of your sweater wet.

“You’re a jerk,” you muttered as he climbed off you.

Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry, noona.”

You shook your hair and reached into your backpack, pulling out a condom, only to turn around and see Jungkook pulling one out of his back pocket.

“Oh.” You blinked at him. “You’re prepared.”

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows. “I knew what I was coming for.”

A muscle in your brow twitched as he tucked his tongue in his cheek, grinning widely at you as he ripped it open and slid it on slowly, rolling it down his thick cock. His voice changed, dipping raspy and low.

“Turn around.”

Part of you wanted to fight, but then you spied the time. You rolled onto your stomach, sighing exaggeratedly as your legs tangled a bit in your jeans. You felt Jungkook’s presence behind you as he bent over your back, hand sliding over your lips and covering your mouth.

“Sigh all you want, noona,” he growled, chuckling as you shivered. “Just don’t scream when I’m fucking you.”

Your eyes widened as you felt the head press against your puffy pussy lips, pushing in forcefully, expanding your tight little hole as his cock entered you, his moan against your ear, your name dripping with lust. Both of you still mostly clothed, but his cock sliding deep, deep inside you, his teeth on your earlobe. Your walls throbbed around him, squeezing him. He gasped, jutting his hips experimentally into you. A stifled moan sneaked past his fingers, your tongue licking them lightly.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Nice and tight for me, bent over this desk.” He nipped at your ear, whispering softly as he began to fuck you. “What if someone hears you, whimpering for my cock, begging to be fucked?”

Your hands clenched into fists, eyes fluttering shut, feeling him pound you into the wood, deep and slow and far too perfect.

“Noona, what if someone sees you?” His voice like smoke, invading all your thoughts, threatening your dreams, cursing you with the feeling of his lips on your ear and his hips pounding your ass. “Proper, harsh, strict noona turning into a slut for this cock, bent over this desk and humping my hips so you can get this dick deeper inside you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut and wiggled your ass against his cock. He thrust his hips harder into you, jerking you forcefully upwards, your thighs smacking against the desk. Light flickered in front of your closed eyelids and you opened them, seeing your phone screen glaring at you. A message from Jimin. Finish already! You struggled to say his name and Jungkook lifted his hand for a moment to hear your shaking breath.

“Jungkook,” you panted. “Time.”

He covered your mouth again. “You’re right,” he grunted, rolling his hips into you, biting back his moans as you clenched around him. The wet, slapping sounds became louder as he changed his angle, fucking you roughly into the table. It pushed your hips up and you clung onto the edge of the desk, moaning around his hand, tongue pressed flat against his palm as he fucked you with reckless abandon, beating a damn indent of the edge of the desk into your thighs. The dull ache was going to lead to a bruise, but you didn’t care, pushing your hips back to meet him. A choked wail vibrated in your throat as you came again, whole body lurching as he sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder, groaning as he came inside you, cock twitching and throbbing against your walls. You felt the condom expand, matched with Jungkook’s hiss as he pumped into you. You pulsed your pussy around him and he detached his mouth, whispering your name against your ear.

“You’re dirty, noona,” he rasped, the words so breathless they made you shiver. “I love it.”

You shakily reached up and peeled his hand from your mouth, gasping as he straightened to hold the condom and pull out of you. Fuck. Oh fuck. You scrambled for your phone, seeing Jimin’s text.

You better rush outta there, noona.

You heard the wet, peeling sound of Jungkook pulling the used condom off gingerly. You turned around, hissing at Jungkook before he threw it in the trash.

“Are you crazy?” you muttered, snatching it from him. “Someone will see.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “What else do I do with it?”

You glared at him and tied it up, grabbing some tissues and wrapping it inside. Then you shoved it in your backpack, along with your laptop, your tablet, the spare condom, and reaching over the desk to unplug your laptop’s AC adaptor so you could shove that in your bag too.

“Fuck, your ass is so sexy,” Jungkook marveled behind you.

“Jungkook, we have to get the fuck out of here, so pack your damn dick,” you ordered, yanking your jeans up. Squelch. You sucked in your lower lip in at the cold, uncomfortable sensation of your soaked panties. You zipped your bag and checked around the desk to make sure you took everything. You grabbed your phone and shoved it in your back pocket, turning around to see Jungkook rezipping his pants. Thank God. You might have been tempted if he hadn’t listened to you. Then you remembered the two bits of condom wrapping on the floor and picked those up too, shoving them in your other pocket.

Jungkook smirked at you. “So thorough, noona.”

You scowled at him. Maybe he hadn’t been in this situation before, but you sure as hell have.

“Stay here for twenty seconds and then leave.”

Jungkook pouted at you. You felt your heart skip a beat.

“But I don’t even have your number.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ask Jimin. You two are in cahoots anyway.” You popped your head out, looking around. No one. You popped your head back in. “Also, you owe me new panties the next time I see your smug little face, you punk,” you added, tone irate.

He smirked at you; his long dark hair wispy around his playful eyes.

You gave him one last look before you tore your eyes away, rushing through every back stairway to get the hell out of there before someone could realize you just fucked a freshman during office hours, your slopping, torn-up panties reminding you with every step that you really needed Jeon Jungkook to fuck you again.

part ii

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