#need to dye my hair blue again so we can match

[justliketoreadsowhat]

Favorite Color ❤︎︎

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫❤︎︎

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“𝐒𝐨, 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐭 𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧“ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝟓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬.

"The hostility coming from you right now is crazyy, just hold on a second" Paige huffed, the sound of rustling grew louder in the background, as your suspicions heightened.

The day started off pretty normal, you went to work for a couple hours while Paige was out and about doing her side quests for the summer. Spending a few days apart wasn't the easiest thing to do, but the daily Facetime calls always made it a little better.

Except for today, Your phone buzzed promptly at 2pm during your break as always, since she had memorized your break schedule like the back of her hand, a day was never missed.

You were met with a black screen and a very ecstatic Paige on the other hand, for reasons you were unaware of.

"I just wanna see your face and we have less than an hour left before I have to go" A frown planted on your face, there was no use in trying to hide it. Hearing her voice was one vice, but seeing her face healed something inside of you, she was just so perfect. In your eyes, she could do no wrong, except for right now.

"Baby don't look at me like that" she pleaded "There's no need to be sad when I'm wearing your favorite color"

The screen lit up nearly on cue, her face filled your screen brightly as she cheesed from ear to ear. You wanted to laugh but your eyes soon halted your movements as you realized there was something daringly different.

She did not.

Did She?

"Paige! you- your hair!!" you yelped in shock, fighting the urge to fall out of your seat. "It's PINK!"

PInk

The color of sunsets flowers, and love.

The shade was perfect against her skin tone, her eyes became more of an ocean blue in contrast with the color.

"Mhmm, you like it?" she asked getting dangerously close to the camera, rubbing her chin slightly while her eyes squint dramatically. "I did it jus for you pretty girl"

"Yeah right, what advertisement is this for?" you questioned trying to find any clues from her background.

"Don't! Worry about that" her hand flying up to screen in defense "You're always doubting me like I wouldn't dye my hair for you"

You couldn't help but laugh, she didn't even like the color pink but, when she met you she had learned to gain a small liking for it through other aspects, such as shoes, decor, and candy of course.

"I would never doubt you P, you look beautiful with pink hair"

"Thank you" her tone softer than before, the tint in her cheeks now matched her hair. "but don't worry the blonde will be back soon" she stated confidently.

"I think both colors fit you really well, not a lot of people can pull off the things that you do y'know.."

"Yeah well, you're not one of those people sooo" she asked taking in all your features "Wanna dye your hair purple next?"

"Abosutely not"

"Why not?! You can be the purple care bear and I'll be the pink one"

"You're terrible at flirting, did anybody ever tell you that?" Ice's voice echoed from afar. "You can't even name the care bears!'

A groan fell from Paige's lips "Here you go again, minding my business instead of yours"

"My bad Shortcake, I'm just telling you the truth"

Before you could intervene, the timer you had set went off, signaling that you had to go back to work.

Unfortunately

[peachy-wolfhard]

dating toge inumaki II

warnings: cuteness, erm plushie incest, toge gets cucked in Stardew Valley, “pretty princess” is used once

word count: 861

These are hopefully sweeter than Part 1

I have way too many thoughts about this freak

Sleepovers are a must and Toge is the number one sleepover planner even if the sleepovers are last minute

Facemasks! Movie night! Mario Kart! EVERYTHING!!!

Absolutely WILL try and sabotage your Mario Kart win. He likes to push, bite, hiss… anything a younger sibling would do

He likes to play the VS races so he can continuously blue-shell you

Toge loves doing every cute couple's tiktok trends. His favorite so far is the matching nail polish to your eyes

“Honey! Honey! Salted salmon cod roe!” as Toge runs up to you pointing and grinning.

“Hold on! Stop jumping!” you giggle taking the phone from his hand. Watching the TikTok he was too excited to show you, it's a couple showing their eyes next to nail polish their partner picked out. Looking up from his phone, Toge frantically points back and forth between the two of you, practically buzzing.

“You wanna do this wi-” “SALMON SALMON SALMON!” the curse speech user cuts you off all while jumping up and down, holding your shoulders

Another trend he likes is painting your partner, he takes all the couple challenges seriously but ESPECIALLY this one

“Ugh, I hate how all these guys never try on these” Toge types and rests on your hip to read.

“Never try on what?” you reply resting your chin atop his head, stroking his hair. Toge swipes to a TikTok of a couple that painted each other and skips to the end, the man shows his painting of his s/o as her face falls, it looks more like an unflattering caricature. 

“Let's do this! Need to paint my pretty princess :3 need the love of my life immortalized in a painting” Toge types giggling into your neck

Speaking of cute couple things! He definitely makes you a highlight on Instagram. Its wither named something like “(your initial) <3333” or “my wet cat :3”

Half of the posts are .5’s of you eating or the most gorgeous images ever taken by a human

FACETIMING!!!! He might not be able to speak BUT Facetime is still fun. He likes it when you give him a haul of all the stuff you bought

Jokingly gets jealous over the fictional characters you like (getting meta here woah)

“The things I'd let that man do should be illegal,” giggling as Toge pouts, arms crossed over his chest like a child.

“Absolutely devious and heinous things,” Toge groans then pretends to cry, throwing his head in between his knees. Ignoring your dramatic boyfriend, you continue the movie.

“WHAT ABOUT ME????? WHAT ABOUT MEEEEEEEEE”

“ILL NEVER BE HIM”

A flurry of messages comes through, all with the overarching theme of “I'll never be him”

“I mean we could dye your hair”

Toge likes to sneak into your dorm after long missions just because. You feel the bed move under his weight. Toge proceeded to wiggle his way closer to you, lifting your waist gently to place his arm under, pulling you somehow even closer. Resting his chin on your shoulder, “Hi”

Toge likes to keep his collar zipped up and mumble so you have to lean closer to him to hear him then pull it down and quickly kiss you

Play fighting is his all-time favorite pastime. Play fighting either means just wrestling around or picking you up and slamming you on any soft surface

Mystery box addict over here. Toge loves all mystery boxes but ESPECIALLY those Tokidoki ponies and the Sanrio ones

100% makes you guys open them together and record it

“Hi chat. We got blind boxes again,” you say holding up one of the many blind boxes you and Toge had purchased that day

“We bought so much today I don't think we have enough for groceries,” “Salmon”

“Which one do you want? I want the onion or corn pony,” Toge leans over and looks at the back of your box, and taps frantically on the pony that looks like a potato. Unfortunately for you two, you both get radish.

Plushie. Demon. Toge either glares at your plushies or makes them kiss and makes them hump each other

“BABY STOP THEYRE SIBLINGS!! YOU'RE MAKING THEM COMMIT INCEST STAWP!!!”

Dinner nights with the rest of your friends are quite common. Most of the time Toge makes dinner and invites your friends

Dinner also (most of the time) morphs into an unexpected sleepover (you guys forgot how late it was and now can't leave the dorm without being seen)

Toge loves playing video games with you. Even if you don’t play the kind of games he plays

“Grrrr,” Toge grows like a dog at your Stardew Valley character.

“Be quiet freak I'm talking to my husband. Go to the mines we need coal,”

“I'm being cucked in my own save file,” Toge texts you before running to the mines

MATCHING EVERYTHING OMG

Matching phone charms, headbands, sleep masks, PLUSHIES!!! Literally everything that can match you guys have it

[ioniansunsets]

i loved your heartsteel!kayn scenarios! can you possibly do a scenario of fem!reader helping heartsteel!kayn dye his hair :3

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Getting His Hair Dyed by Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 900

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: He has his default skin braid here. Stay tuned for more. I MISS THIS FUCKER'S BRAID OK. Also you are his long term partner! I thought it would be cute if you have been supporting him though all his ups and downs uwu

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" For reals, you've done this before right. Don't fuck it up I swear to god I will cry I'm dealing with enough shit right now babe." " You're the one that asked me to do this for you, have some trust in me."

You comb through his braid and neatly section if off one last time before slapping on the DIY at home bleach. After getting kicked out of his old band Kayn wanted a full makeover, so with five boxes of bleach and some whining he convinced you to help him bleach and dye his hair. You stood awkwardly behind him as you comb in the bleach. Kayn wasn't wearing a shirt, so that he wouldn't ruin any tees. So it was quite a sight, hair down, topless, you pause for a bit and stare. After some thinking you sigh, you were going to miss his blue and black hair...it was so soft too...

" Hey I heard that sigh! You know I HAVE to do this...I want to change my image, show them I'm better without them!"

Kayn pouts, you see it in the mirror and laugh. Slapping on more bleach, sectioning it out and complaining once again bout how the long hair sticks to the gloves and makes it all messy. But ok, you work hard, with a roll of aluminum foil ready you neatly bleach his long hair. As you wait for the first bleaching to set in you throw a little of the leftovers on your hair too, just enough for one strip.

" Should we match colors?"

You see Kayn visibly perk up as he hears your suggestion.

" Really? I think that will be cute. Like a cringey couple."

He smirks, leaning back to take a good look at you in the toilet mirror. He starts laughing loudly.

" Wait are you copying me or making fun of me! Why bleach that same chunk of hair as the old me!"

The two of you chat for a bit as you wait for the bleach to set in, when times up you help him wash it all off in the tub. Damn his hair was really such a dark black, it was just brown now. You comment about it needed a few more rounds of bleach. Kayn sighs this time instead, exhausted already but his rockstar image was at stake, he wanted to look cool so he had to do this. He had a goal already, an ombre fade of pink and purple, it would be so cool. Sitting back down, you blow dry his hair and start on round two.

And round three. Orange.

And four. Yellow.

And five before the yellow finally lifts enough! You were finally free from seeing that yellow, orange hue! And-

Oh no. You look at a handful of hair in your hands from where you combed through his hair.

" Kayn I am so sorry..." " No! I cannot deal with this right now please. Y/N Tell me its fine." " I'll fix it!"

You too were unsure how to react, were you going to cry or laugh. After five bleaches, his hair kinda...fried off. Ah...you were REALLY going to miss his long hair. Promising to fix it, you grab some hair scissors and did your best. With Kayn doing everything to hold himself together while you save what you can and work out a messy cut. It actually looked really good. You tell him to look up as you blow dry his hair yet again. Promising it wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. Kayn tentatively pulls his hands away from his face as he looks at himself in the mirror. A smile slowly creeping across his face.

" Oh shit you really did fix it? The hell Y/N! Let's dye it right now! I still want that pink purple thing going down!"

He tilts his head left and right, trying to get a better look at it, an idol worthy style. Kayn nods, happy with what you've done with it. Quickly you work the colors onto his hair and yours. Laughing together as he admires himself in the mirror. Half an hour passes and you wash his hair and dry it off for the last time. Kayn himself also helping to wash the and dry your hair. You smile as the two of you admire your reflections.

" Is it me or are we looking super hot?"

He snakes and arm around your waist, pulling you close. Giving your cheek a quick kiss.

" I actually like this a lot I'm glad it worked out. Thank you Y/N."

Kayn gives you a warm smile as he runs his hands through his hair, giving it a little shake as it falls gracefully along his jawline. He turns his attention back to the mirror before he shouts.

" Oh shit yeah! Let me snap a photo!"

Kayn leaves the room for a bit, grabbing his phone and a nice shirt to snap a photo in. He returns, hand draped around your shoulder as he takes a mirror selfie with you both. The largest smile plastered on his face as he sits down and edits it to use as his new wallpaper. You would mourn his pretty braid but...he was still your charming boyfriend you could live with the new style. The short hair was starting to grow on your after all.

[yanderecrazysie]

Bad End Night (Yandere Males) PROLOGUE

Since the poll was overwhelmingly for me posting my original story here, I thought I would start now.

Summary: When your car breaks down, you find yourself staying overnight in a mysterious mansion. However, the inhabitants of the manor are clearly hiding dark secrets from you. There’s only so many ways this night can go. Can you find the happy end or are you heading for a bad end night?

This story is based on the song “Bad ∞ End ∞ Night” by Hitoshizuku-P and Yama△, while the characters are based on a cover of the song on 高生紳士 YouTube channel. You don’t have to know anything about the song to enjoy this, but I totally recommend it as a song in general.

This story will contain graphic violence, swearing, bisexual men, and your general yandere themes. If any of those is a deal breaker, please leave instead of hating.

I have finished the entire story (except for the endings) at this point in time, so no real worries about me failing to finish this.

This reader was fun to write. Also, I picked each character’s name for a reason.

Next Part: Chapter One

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“She’ll be arriving soon,” a handsome man with messy dark blue hair streaked with white laid on a velvet sofa, hands behind his head as he smiled lazily at his husband.

His husband, a shorter man with straight red hair, smiled back at him, “Yes, she will. We should take our places.”

“We still have some time, Shiro,” the man replied, waving his concerns away with a flick of the wrist.

The other man, Shiro, walked to the doorway and peered down the hallway where an old grandfather clock stood against the plain red wallpaper. The long hand ticked forward to mark 7:50 as he studied it, and he smiled again.

“We have six minutes,” he called back to the living room, “We should hurry now.”

“That late, huh?” His husband drawled, “I’m looking forward to seeing her. Gather the others, then.”

Shiro nodded, “I will do so. But, Oni, make sure to not be late this time.”

Oni appeared in the doorway, grinning widely, “I wouldn’t miss her for the world.”

“You said that last time, then fell asleep on the couch,” Shiro laughed.

The man ran his long fingers through his messy blue-and-white hair, “I need to freshen up. I have to look my best for her.”

“Hurry,” Shiro said sternly. He headed towards the spiral staircase and took a step up before calling, “And you look good enough now, you know.”

“Of course I do,” Oni said, flashing a cocky grin before disappearing through the doorway once more.

Rolling his eyes, Shiro traversed the spiral staircase, arriving at the second floor quickly. The wooden floor creaked under the red soles of his shoes as he walked briskly down the hallway. He stopped at the first door to the left, admiring the way the carvings of butterflies flew along the arch of the door. Gazing softly at it, he turned around and knocked on the door across from the carved one. This door was rectangular and devoid of any decorations- plain and ordinary.

It flew open almost immediately, a young man with long wild gray hair revealed through the opening. He white shirt with a black vest and pants to match. His gaze was dull, but a certain excitement gleamed in his eyes.

“Is it time to take our places, Master Shiro?” He asked, voice almost too soft to hear.

“Yes, Tsumi. Please get the dolls ready,” Shiro replied, “I will fetch my son.”

The maid, Tsumi, nodded and hurried past his employer and down the hallway. Shiro followed her, stopped at the next door, a rectangular one with a bird carving in the middle, and knocked on it. Like the maid, the owner of the room opened the door immediately. 

The boy inside had his father’s red hair and eyes, although no one would know looking at him, considering they were covered by pink dye and contact lenses. He looked disdainfully at his father, leaning against the doorway uninterestedly. 

“She’ll be here in a few minutes,” Shiro said simply.

The boy’s eyes lit up and he shoved past his father, racing down the hallway and stomping down the spiral staircase. Shiro shook his head in exasperation, muttering, “He doesn’t act 22 whenever it comes to her.”

Shiro hurried down the spiral staircase. He sighed in relief when she saw the butler was already in place, standing prim and proper in front of the door. His son rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet in the living room, hands held behind his back. 

A moment after Shiro stepped off of the bottom stair, the maid came rushing down the staircase, followed by two boys, both dressed in old fashioned black-and-white clothing. They walked stiffly to their spots in the dining room. 

“Less than one minute!” Shiro yelled. Her husband, Oni, appeared in the doorway and, smiling brightly, took his husband’s hand. They walked back up the staircase and to their bedroom.

The butler stared expectantly at the door, preparing a pleasant smile. The clock’s long hand moved to 56.

Knock knock.

[michellemisfit]

Tag Game Wednesday

Thank you @spookygingerr for making this week’s tag game, and @energievie @lingy910y @jrooc @suzy-queued @deedala @crestfallercanyon for tagging me

this wednesday's tag game we're talking hairrrr 👩🏻‍🦰

what is your current hair like?

@rutherinahobbit just gave it a bit of a re-dye so it’s mostly dark brown, with some bleached streaks. It’s got a bit a low key Cruella deVille / Skunk vibe going for it :)

what is your natural hair like?

Brown. Straight. With a cowlick front right.

what’s you favourite hair style/colour you’ve had?

Ah man, don’t make me pick! So much of my hair has been awesome!

Ultimately I think it was my rainbow faux hawk though. That was AWESOME!

And then I gave Jerry the Alpaca a matching hair do when I took him to Pride. Good times.

what hair style/colour do you find most attractive on other people? (if you have a preference)

I love intricate braids (because I suck at doing them!!!) and undercuts and colours. Just… interesting stuff, y’know? Think Natalie Dormer in Mockingjay!

what’s your biggest hair regret?

I don’t really have any. It’s hair. If you dye it and it looks bad you can cut it. If you cut it and it looks bad you can cut it again. Worse things have happened at sea, y’know? But I was pretty said when I eventually found a single exception to my claim up to that point of ‘I can pull off any hair colour, platinum blond to jet black…’ - turns out I can NOT pull of ginger. That was sad. Was ginger for two days and freaked the shit out of myself and Ruth every time we looked at my hair. Dyed it dark auburn very sharpish after lol 🤷🏽‍♂️

what’s the longest your hair as ever been?

I never felt very girly, and therefore I never wanted to have long hair. Also I hated my mother brushing my hair (so painful!!) so the shorter the better. Then I got a bit older and tried growing it out. This is the longest it ever got. That’s me at… 17/18 maybe?

what’s the shortest your hair has ever been?

We had an open day at the farm where we sheared sheep and humans for charity. It was so much fun!! This is me and my sheep Willow, before and after.

what’s your go to style when you’re due a hair wash?

Alice band. Which ironically always leads to people telling me how cute I look. And then I feel the need to confess that I had to Alice band the hair because it was just THAT filthy, it couldn’t be loose anymore… hahaha

That was fun! I’m tagging @rutherinahobbit @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @vintagelacerosette @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @celestialmickey @creepkinginc @rereadanon @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @ian-galagher @iansw0rld @ohkate @lynne-monstr @faejilly @sickness-health-all-that-shit @junemermaid @blue-disco-lights @sleepyfacetoughguy @francesrose3 @stocious @thepupperino

[astro-royale]

「Elvis Presley: Moon+Venus sign analysis

Hello my Royalties (followers of my blog will now be referred to as Royalties) because you’re a one of a kind STAR (Astro means star) ;))

Have you guessed I have a Leo in Venus placement…

I will be starting a series where I will be analysing the moon + venus signs of male celebrities and their dating track record..

I believe by doing so we can truly understand certain placements and we can learn how to now interpret them not just metaphorically but quite literally in our personal lives.. we can learn what to stay away from, potentially save our lives. Or we can find our best match

And what better way to start than with the King of Rock n Roll… Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley was a Pisces Moon with A Capricorn Venus…

Now the moon sign in a man’s chart tells us what kind of personality a man is typically drawn to

And the venus sign informs us on preferences in regards to appearance…

His Pisces moon in 2 degrees of Taurus indicates he had a preference for mysterious, withdrawn and shy women, women which seem to be in need of protection.

The 2 degrees in taurus also points to women who can easily be possessed as well as women who he could easily secure and guide, women that he could invest in.

Which is definitely very true as he is known for his questionable relationship to Priscilla Presley. He pretty much guided her into being his “perfect girl” , shaping her personal style, taste in music, what she wore.. and she was pretty much hidden in his home for a big part of their relationship until they got married.

Even with his other girlfriends, they were all very easily influenced and able to manipulated and shaped due to their young age, which goes back to that 2* degrees Taurus of stability and investing into something so it grows over time… a little creepy but yeah I’m pretty much just quoting history.

I was inspired to write this post because I have recently watched a series on Prime with his ex girlfriends talking about their experience of him which made me want to ,,, look at his chart.

The 2* in taurus also points to women from the countryside or women with very simple backgrounds which again is very true in his case… and for his girlfriends which had a bit more status, well they were usually involved in some kind of art but SPECIFICALLY singing with that Taurus because Taurus rules the throat. And that was again true.

Now his capricorn venus shows us that he would prefer a mature look on a woman in terms of her style, women wearing leather and dressed in darker shades, also somewhat traditional, also preference for a darker hair colour.

Example: He made Priscilla dye her hair so it was darker

With this placement being in 29 degrees in Leo it does have a grandiosity to it, okay, so this could mean women with grande hairstyles (Priscilla was really known for that beehive). And the 29 degrees in Leo also points to colours that really stand out even if they were in darker shades, it could just be colours with depths to them like purple, blues etc and it could also mean mixing shiny details with darker colours, like gold on black and so on. Which ya know, Elvis was quite notorious for his flashy outfits,,

Priscilla did state that despite her being underage, Elvis would make her wear mature and sexy clothes. Well.. that goes back to that 29 degrees in Leo. There’s a big contrast between that Capricorn venus and Leo degree because it denotes that he likes a woman who embodies traditional values but still appears flashy and is in the spotlight.

Hey guys! Please keep in mind a lot of time and energy goes into this research :) I love being able to share it with everyone and I want to keep sharing my knowledge unconditionally which is why I haven’t created a Tumblr+.

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Thank you and much love to you all.

[arawho]

"I'll do it, I swear I'm about to cut them! If you don't stop me now you'll have Lily Evans' dignity on your conscience," said one of the girls. One hand was firmly grabbing a pair of scissors and the other held a chunk of red hair in front of her face.

"If you don't hurry and cut your damn bangs it will not just be your dignity on my conscience. Marlene please get the scissors and do it for her."

"No no no. You know I panic every time I have to do someone else's hair. Just use a spell. Maggonagal will never know," Marlene whined in response to Mary’s plea.

Lily looked at her sternly, "I can't I'm a prefect. I have to set the example."

"Come on, Drop It! Even you know she was wrong for making that stupid rule."

"I mean It's kind of cruel of her, but after the tenth girl who came crying in her class because she cursed herself with electric blue hair she needed to do something," Mary shrugged, earning Lily's approval.

"She should have taught us how to do the spell properly instead,” Marlene lamented, “Come on Lily just use magic." 

"No, told you I'm a prefect." 

"Then don't cut your bang."

“You're right, I won’t" she said putting her scissors down. 

Silence fell in the bathroom.

"But I think I would look so good with it!” she cried taking the scissors in her hand again, “I need to do it!"

"You're right. It would totally enhance your cheekbones," Mary encouraged her.

"Ok ok I'll do it," LiIy said taking a big breath before taking a bit of hair between her fingers, 

"Three, two, one…" 

Chop, chop. 

Red hair fell on the floor of the bathroom of a Hogwarts female dormitory. Gryffindors was indeed the house of the brave. 

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The morning after Lily Evans' hair became a main topic for the Witches of Gryffindor. Some were speculating about the always-perfect girl breaking the rules, others after asking and receiving a panicked denial from the prefect herself, were complimenting the good skill of Lily which apparently weren’t limited to spells.

“Mckinnon, you’re Evans’ roommate right?” a fifth-year girl asked. 

Marlene stopped walking to look at the girl, “Yes, why?”

“It’s true she cut her bangs by herself?”

“Yeah, she needed a change,” Marlene responded, making an air quote gesture while saying change.

The other witch nodded as if understanding the serious matter, “Can you ask her if she can cut mine too?”

“What?”

“I’ll pay her.”

“What?”

“Mcgonnagal really did a number on us with that rule. They say she can understand if you used magic on your hair even if you didn’t make noticeable mistakes.”

“Why don’t you cut them yourself for free?”

“I’ve never cut it myself, I always used a spell. Unlike your friend who is muggle-born I’d never seen someone do it either, we use spells in the magic world not scissors. I don’t have any idea on how to use them,” she then grabbed a strand of uneven hair from her back and showed it to the other girl embarrassed, “and I’ve tried.”

Marlene pondered for a moment, Lily almost had a stroke while cutting her own, she’ll never touch someone else's. “How much you said you’re willing to pay?”

“One Galleon.”

“Deal.”

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“I will not do it!”

“Come on, please.”

“No.”

“Do it!”

“I said no!”

“Don’t be difficult, Lily.”

“Difficult? I’m difficult you say?” Lily dared Marlene to answer.

“Yes! Just chop some hair off that girl and buy yourself something.”

Mary who had been silently reading on her bed chuckled, “Wrong answer Marls,” she said as Lily’s face turned red in anger.

“You do it then If It’s so easy.”

Malene sighed, “I would if I was able!”

“Oh stop. You cut and even dye your hair blonde every time.”

Marlene stuffed both her hands in her blonde locks with a hint of madness, “Look at them. They’re a mess. They work for me because uneven bangs and badly dyed hair are my style but Katie Woods didn’t ask for the Mckinnon special! She purposefully demanded for that Prefect neat cut of yours!”

Lily’s eyes now matched Marlene’s tone of despair. She dropped theatrically to the floor, “Ok, I’ll do it,” she mumbled.

Mary closed her magazine with a puff and landed gracefully near Lily on the cold pavement, “You’ll do great. Every girl complimented your bangs today at divination.”

Marlene joined them, crouching on her knee in front of Lily, “Yes, they said you look like Jane Birkin.”

Lily pushed her slightly making Marlene fall on her butt and Mary laugh.

“Shut up,” she snorted, “No need to flatter me. I already said yes.”

Marlene smiled at her and laid fully on the floor, “Great, 'cause I already took her money.”

A week later talks of a secret hairdresser in the Gryffindor female dormitory started to spread among the desperate witches in need of a change. Just one Galleon for a haircut. For information ask Marlene Mckinnon.

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Evacuating Mantle

"NO, James." Tip was very adamant. "If Mantle needs to be evacuated, I will be there to help the others get everybody out. I know you've ordered the evacuation, but there will be people who won't listen to you. I can't let them die!"

"It's too dangerous, Oz. A Schnee in Mantle is asking for trouble and you're still only eleven. What if you get jumped?"

"... if you honestly believe me to be less than the equal of anyone I am likely to face on the streets of Mantle, James, then we need to have a rather different conversation. I am not, in fact, defenceless. Besides, I'll be going with most of team RWBY, Nora, Jaune, Qrow and Oscar. I won't be alone for long enough for them to attempt to snatch me again."

"Salem already grabbed you once!"

"Yes, and yet I got away, thanks in part to the help of others around me. It is far too soon for her to try that again, we both tend to think more in decades than years and it has been barely a month. Besides, I won't be unconscious this time."

"I don't like this, Oz..." Ironwood sounded rather defeated, though. He knew when he'd lost and he also knew that his approval rate was through the floor.

"... I will be alright. I have no desire to die doing this, James... but everybody we can save must be saved, all lives are important."

Ironwood sighed, deeply. "Be aware I will be actively tracking you. At least Weiss will not be joining you, but still... please be careful, my friend."

Tip just nodded, looking grave and left the office without waiting to be dismissed. He glanced at the others, all gathered waiting for the answer and inclined his head. Operation rescue mission was officially a go. He could feel Qrow move into a supporting position beside him and quirked a quick, grateful grin up at him. Qrow always knew when he needed comfort and he certainly did right now.

"So, what's the plan, Pocketsized? Winter and Weiss aren't going, are you planning to disguise yourself, or..."

"Most people have a specific image of what a Schnee resembles, Qrow. I don't quite match that, after all."

"No, but your image has been shared... at least consider that hair dye again?"

Tip pulled a face. *I... don't have it anymore. It was left behind in the rush of leaving Mistral."

Qrow just stared at him, eyes narrow. "Left behind by accident, or deliberately?"

"I dislike having pink hair, Qrow. Besides, that would probably also be an admittance under these circumstances. I could easily find a hooded cloak though?"

"... good enough. But you go nowhere alone, Pocketsized... I mean it. If you're not with me, you're with one of the others. Oscar, too. I suspect both of you will be targets by now."

"... understood. But we really do need to go."

Finding a hooded cloak was easy enough, even if it was brown as opposed to his usual green. The change in color might even be to his benefit, he mused, glancing down at the white shirt and dark pants with something approaching satisfaction. There wasn't so much as a hint of green anywhere on his current clothing, though he still bore both Old Regrets and The Long Memory, there wasn't a chance he'd go out into Mantle unarmed.

Shrugging, the party set out, taking a bullhead down to Mantle and fanning out to try to locate survivors. True to his word, Tip went nowhere alone, always accompanied by at least one other member of the team. He sighed though, there weren't really enough of them to make shadowing him particularly sustainable.

Most of those they found in the partially deserted streets listened to their pleas to evacuate well enough, One or two of the more desperate looking Faunus seemed disinclined to listen to Humans, but when Blake pleaded, they moved quickly enough. All was going well.

Rather too well, considering Qrow's semblance. A rather well appointed building, outside the norm for the sector they were walking, contained an old man who seemed very vaguely familiar. He stared at Tip through rheumy blue eyes and only shook his head.

"Sir, we need to to move. Atlas is coming down and it will fall on you if you don't leave!"

"Hello, Winter. Tell your father he owes me a drink, would you?" The old man chuckled. "What need do the dead have to move?"

Tip stared at him, even as Jaune tried to reason with him too.

"Prism, too? Why this is certainly a good welcome."

"... Prism? That's dad's name, I... who are you?"

But Tip had worked it out, wincing. "You'd be Hawke Winchester, correct? What are you doing down here? Your son would be devastated if you died..."

"You're dead, little Winter. Seeing you here means I must be, too..."

"I... no, sir. I'm Tip. Wintertip Pine. I'm not... you need to move!"

The old man continued to babble until Tip, mindful of their time limit, carefully hit him in the head with his cane. Nora lifted the unconscious body back to their bullhead and lay him gently on one of the couches.

"One of us needs to stay here. Pocketsized? We can probably move quicker without you, you've done enough."

"And if he wakes and thinks I'm a ghost again?"

"You're the adult, technically, Tip. Work it out!"

[imaginethathaikyuu]

Literally how could anyone ever forget you 😔 and yea id say I'm doing pretty well. I have a nephew now(!!!) He just turned 9 months on the 28. And he's the light of my life, although he does piss me off sometimes lol, but it's okay because I love him dearly. Also I've gotten a lot more into kpop recently (mu ults rn are seventeen and tomorrow x together). And my hair is pink again (surprise surprise, when is it not) but I'm going to do it half purple hopefully this weekend. Thankfully I have a 4 day weekend, so I can take a well deserved break from working. How's life treating you lately? Eri <3

ahh im so glad to hear that<333 that is SO GREAT!!! i also have a nephew now and so i know exactly what you mean. he is my entire world and changed my whole life. i'm so glad u get to experience the joy of having a nephew<333

ALSO OKAY HI MOA soobin is my bias i love him more than anything in the world. txt the only kpop group i stan besides bts so we have that in common too >:)))

i think half pink half purple hair is the move that will look so cute. currently my hair is faded blue and honestly u reminded me that i need to dye it again so thank u for that! maybe i will go pink next time to match u

i've been doing really well lately, writing again finally and also working a ton ^_^ saving money to go to dollywood in the fall which i cant wait for <333 other than that i've just been living. being me yknow. im so glad to hear all ur updates and all the things u've been up to, it made my day :')))

[darkheartsdiary]

Mixky

It's been awhile since I thought of you. In a way, I feel guilty about it. But then again, life can be alot to handle and holding onto to old memories holds you back. You said that one time in one of our many night time smoke sessions. You above anyone would understand how things get to be too much to handle.

You were my first true friend in Arizona, I had plenty of associates there but very few actual friends. You were the one that understood the things going on in my dark and twisted brain. we had the same mental illness, how could we not understand each other. Our crazies matched and that's the truest bond anyone could ever have. We were thick as thieves, no one ever saw one out without the other. It's the little things that bring you back to the forefront of my mind, today it was the pet store. Looking at the spiders, snakes and scorpions and remembering your little menagerie of creepy that you kept. Last month, it was blue hair dye, remembering how we dyed our hair blue to match and you took a shower to wash it out and ended up with blue skin and I was so baked when i saw you that I laughed until I couldn't breathe and called you papa smurf for months after.

Everyone else called you Mixky, I knew you better and was the only one who knew your real name. You guarded your real name like you were a demon begging not to be exorcised. There's been so many times since you've been gone that I really just needed to talk, and I sit under the moon and say your name and its almost like you're somewhere listening. Maybe you are. You never believed in the spiritual side of the afterlife like I did. I sure wish you would just tell me which one of us was right about our theories or if we were both wrong.

I replay the last night I saw you and I knew something was wrong but I never thought you would end up being an oath-breaker. You swore you'd never leave me in this world alone. It threw me off that night because neither of us were huggy people and the first thing you did when you got there was hug me and asked to go to my room. You wanted to lay down and talk with me and we talked about so much stuff. You made me promise that I would go on if you left, but the way you made it sound was like you were leaving like I had left before, just to get your mind straight.

I didn't know what you truly had in your heart that night. I wouldn't have stopped you I just wish I knew why you gave up fighting. We both agreed on the whole concept of living for other people was kind of silly and selfish. The people that try to comfort suicidal people but lay the guilt trip on them of "but what about the people you leave behind." Sometimes things are just too much and its selfish to force someone to stay just to spare the feelings of others.

I will keep my promise even though you broke yours. I will never forget the sound of your voice or your laugh. I miss you and I always will.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

Well hello darlin'

(I guess a little fact about me is that i'm NOT from the south, and thus have never been called that before you. it makes me a blushing mess each time)

sorry it took me so long to respond I tore my room apart trying to find my wrist brace lol

I ALSO play guitar, though mostly electric!

Every time you compliment my singing voice i'm just like awww <333 but I also feel the need to let you know that I have a lullaby voice. which does not mean it;s soft and sweet but means tired, cranky babies don't mind it (but tired, cranky adults do)

Русская Принцесса is about how it's hard to be around a russian princess but they're already part of the inner circle and it's interesting (probably in a 'person observing an insane person' kinda way I think)

I've actually never heard of the song to recommended but the vibes are very 'neon green' (like the colour) if that makes any sense.

I forgot to say but I listened to the songs you sent me and Apple Tree Blues is probably my favourite out of the bunch!

we really are two peas in a pod lol. guess who also has a bit of a stutter! it gets worse for me when i'm having a bad day(thanks autism!)

very random but, if you have any house plants what is your favourite one? and if you don't have house plants just favourite plant en général

also forgot to add but a man had the audacity to ask me out today, and to put it nicely I was dressed very not straight (my shirt had the word boobs on it and i was wearing so many rings, and my pants were cuffed, to list a couple things things) also side note but i might dye my hair purple again, thought?

your damsel who is currently in distress - el

Good evening my lovely! <33 I’m always so excited to see that you’ve messaged and definitely don’t gay panic for a solid 15 minutes minimum ☺️

(That’s so sweet! If you like it, I’ll continue. It’s not even common here, it just makes me swoon when I hear it, so I thought I’d try it out. I like the way it sounds, and if I ever get to say it out loud, I like to think it’ll sound nice with my accent)

That’s incredibly okay! I hope your wrist is okay. I would kiss it better if I could <33

That is so incredibly cool, omg. And you play BOTH?! Be still my poor gay heart. I want to learn both so bad, and any new favorite song changes my mind which I want more, but I’m on a solid acoustic kick rn. I have spent too long on the Donner website staring at their guitars and daydreaming 😔

A lullaby voice is still really cool! I’m tone deaf as shit but I think there’s a song or two where I can hit the notes okay. I love belting songs alone in the car with no judgement. Hopefully someday someone will want to do it with me.

Oh that’s so interesting! I think I did find the right translation then, I was having trouble lol.

No that absolutely makes sense! I definitely don’t have synesthesia, but I think some songs definitely have colors, you know? I mean you must since you said it 😂 It’s fun to connect little things like that, just take a song or a movie and say “yes, this is indigo blue” because of some specific reason or even just Vibes

Oh I’m so glad! I love that one so much. I listen to basically anything, but folk music has a special place in my heart (bet you couldn’t tell 🤪). What genres of music do you usually listen to?

Oh boy do I feel that. Mine comes out with nerves or excitement. My brain gets to fast for my mouth and then I just get stuck on a word. I think it’s fun, and my friends are all nice about it. We all laugh every time I hit a new record for how long I was stuttering over one damn syllable 😂

I do have a house plant! Turns out I have the opposite of a green thumb and I can’t even keep succulents alive (I managed to overwater one and underwater another despite them being the same species on the same water schedule shekekks), but I’ve found my match. I have a little golden pothos plant, and I named her Becky because why not. She’s going strong! Do you have house plants and do you have a favorite?

Favorite plant in general would by hibiscus though. I have a hibiscus tattoo, because my Papa used to have some in his backyard and we’d go see what new ones had bloomed every time we stayed over <33

Okay, first of all, that outfit sounds sick as hell and I adore your style. Second of all, ew why do men. I wish I could have been there to defend your honor, my darling damsel. Purple hair sounds sick as hell!

Your knight in shining armor who’s definitely not plotting homicide on said man,

- Max/Lo

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi, my name is Kiana! Can I get a match up for Blue Exorcist? (If you struggle to pick one I am polyamorous 👉🏻👈🏻)

She/her, demigirl, demisexual, and demiromantic. I'm practically a demigod :bad elmo fire gif here: (sorry LOL)

I currently have my hair dyed pink with purple towards the roots and dirty blonde roots. I need to bleach and dye again 😭 blue eyes and glow in the dark pale ass skin LOL 5'8" and kinda chubby TwT I have curly mid-back length hair.

I'm a Sagittarius, ISFJ and type 2w3 ennaegram. I'm left handed \o/

I tend to wear a graphic tee, hoodie, and leggings whenever I go out just because of how practical it is but I do enjoy wearing dresses and flowy skirts when I get the chance! I love thigh high socks BUT they hate me because my thighs and calves are too thicc. (Seriously! No one thinks of how thick our calves can be in a lot of brands and it sucks!)

I tend to ramble a lot and I'm sorry this is so long 😭. My favorite color is cyan (00C5FF to be exact). I currently have six cats because we had one then adopted another one... And... It turned out she was pregnant. We love all our fur babies and fur grand babies TwT

I have three tattoos dedicated to cats in my life who have passed and two to two of the cats I currently have. I like playing video games (lately mostly FFXIV, Stardew Valley, Persona 5, and Pokemon). I love food and tend to cook pretty well but I can get exhausted because of chronic pain. 😭

I'm introverted but I can seem extroverted in certain situations, but in truth it's because I survive on very specific/small social interactions. My boyfriend? No problem at all. A stranger? Need to go home and nap afterwards.

I snort when I'm laughing hard and I hate it. My coughs sound fake or painful and no in-between LOL. Anyway I'll leave it at that bc I feel like I've written a small book on myself 😭😔🫠

Hi Kiana! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. The "demigod" joke made me laugh so hard. The Elmo fire gif only made it better. I hope you like your matchup!

In Blue Exorcist, I match you with...

I think you and Shima would get along really well. You’re actually pretty similar both in personality and your habits.

As inappropriate as it is, he really likes your thick thighs. If they’re something you’re insecure about, he will do his very best to show you that he loves everything about you.

He also loves your laugh! He thinks it’s really contagious and whenever you laugh, he can’t help but join in.

I feel like Shima would enjoy cooking with you, as long as it’s something you prefer doing alone. He likes being able to spend quality time with you and the fact that you end up with something tasty at the end is an added bonus.

Playing video games with Shima is great fun. He can be supportive, he can take the lead, or he can be competitive. Whatever you and the game call for, he can do.

[monochromaticskies]

PINK HAIR: EXTRACT

CHARACTERS: Planchette Mun, Sunny Zelensky TAGS & TRIGGERS: fluff, hairdye, wlw, lgbtq, f/f, 00s, goth WORD COUNT: 386 ALSO PUBLISHED ON: wattpad (neospacewriting)

"So, what do you think? Blue or pink?"

Planchette shifts a little in her place propped up against the pillows, peering over one knee at Sunny. She's lying on the spider-webbed duvet so her head dangles off the edge, dark purple hair nearly touching the floor. On her exposed stomach, a cross-shaped navel piercing glints next to two differently coloured boxes of dye. She waves them in the air again.

Planchette blinks. "Whichever you want."

"Planchette-"

She examines the dyes as closely as she can from this distance, not wanting to move. "Uh, blue."

Sunny's teeth click against her snakebite piercings as she chews her lip. "I think I'm gonna go pink." With that, she sits up, smiling a little at her friend's frustrated sigh. "Come on."

"What, me? I'm busy." Planchette glances off to one side, grabs the nearest notebook she can find, and begins to write some vague nonsense down. "See?"

The notebook is knocked out of her hands as silver-adorned crutches crash onto the side of the bed. She hisses in pain. "Jesus fucking Christ, Sunny, be careful-"

"Stop whining." There's a cheerful glint in Sunny's hazel-brown eyes. "I need help with this. Where do you keep the bleach?"

"Bathroom, but I don't know if it's a good idea to use that on your hair."

"It's fine." There's a small tinkle when Sunny grabs Planchette's hand as their rings collide. "It can't be that bad. We've done it before." She helps (or, to be more accurate, drags) Planchette to the edge of the bed.

As she puts her forearms through the decorated loops of the crutches to grab the grips, Planchette speaks again. "But I thought we were matching? Y'know, with the purple?"

"I bought enough for the both of us," Sunny replies, as if that were obvious. "Hurry up."

That makes Planchette feel slightly better, but not enough to grace her friend with a smile. She stands up, supported easily by the crutches under her hands. "Fine," she mumbles.

Sunny grins — her smiles are always bright and cheerful, like her name. "I knew you would. This is why I keep you around," she jokes.

Black-painted nails click against the ends of the crutches' grips, the parts that aren't covered by memory foam. "Love you too. Come on, before I change my mind."

[sockablock]

hey are requests still open bc I am still FULLY CRYING about Molly coming back to life holy SHIT. I have a thing I want to request and that’s Molly having to come to terms with whatever changes his body went through - new blood hunter abilities, longer hair, the much larger scar from Lucien’s v gory death - after he comes back to life.

Molly doesn’t ask what happened to Nott. He doesn’t ask them where they are. He doesn’t even ask who Essek is, and only gives Caduceus a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning away and wandering off.

His feet are bare on the soft teal grass. This time of year in the Blooming Grove, faint glowing insects hover around his ankles. The leaves of the old blue wisteria trees hang like a sheet across the sky. He is wrapped in a cloak of quiet moonlight, grey on the graves as he passes by.

Eventually, he comes to a lone headstone. It is long, and flat, and smooth. He sits down.

If he is different in any way, nobody says. It’s taken him a few days to find his words again, and it’s clear that his memories are still trickling back. Veth had joked that he used to be more entertaining, but they all know that his returning in any capacity is already nothing short of a miracle. To the Mighty Nein, he is still as miraculous as before.

To himself—to Mollymauk, he thinks he’s a bit leaner. He’d never really been one for rigorous training—not aside from what it took to throw a sword and catch it—and yet, this body seems hardened, now. It’s still a bit sore in some inconvenient places, and the tall one, Caduceus, mentioned that he shouldn’t do anything too strenuous to avoid opening his scar. This newest mark runs like a seam down his shoulder to his navel, making the rest of his scars look like paper cuts. He isn’t exactly sure how to feel about that, yet. Beau offered to help him design a tattoo to cover it, and he isn’t sure how to feel about that yet, either.

A faint breeze runs through the Grove, tousling his hair. It’s longer now, and Molly might have liked that more if he’d been around to enjoy it. He suspects that he might have been, in one way or another, though not nearly present enough to make the executive choices. Otherwise, he might have tried braids. Maybe hair dye. Not  only that, but the...what had Caleb called him? The “previous occupant” had taken off Molly’s horn charms and necklaces. For the second-life of him, Molly can’t remember if he’d kept them. He can’t remember much about the last ten months—which might be alright. He doesn’t know if he wants to.

(He does remember some things, though. He remembers taking his shirt off the first night at the Grove and seeing the other scar left behind. It is closed now, and healed well over with blood magic, but when Molly reaches up and traces it down, he can feel how the cut drips into his abdomen. He remembers how it felt to have the blood pouring over, to boil with fury and die of shock, under the stars.)

He looks at them now. They haven’t changed a bit.

Another wind kicks up. Molly isn’t sure exactly what time of year it is, but he shivers. The Clays are kind, but the whole family towers over Molly, so their spare clothes fit him poorly. Firbolgs are also—well, furred—and Molly suspects that this borrowed tunic is on the thin side. His tail curls inward as he realizes he’s going to sneeze. He feels his muscles tense, he breathes in—

And suddenly, something warm is draped across his shoulders. He glances up.

“Oh. Yasha?“ His voice is strained. It feels as if Molly hasn’t spoken in a year, but at the same time, he feels like his throat is worn. Almost like he’s been giving frequent speeches with wild abandon. Now that he’s had some time to recover, the combined effect sounds like someone trying to remember how to talk, but only being allowed to do it through a rusty pipe.

“Come to join me in my musings?” he still says, stubbornly.

“She’s not the only one. ‘Sup.”

Molly doesn’t have to turn to know that Beauregard has walked into the rows of graves just behind Yasha. The two of them have been pretty attached to each other lately, except for when Yasha comes to check on Molly. The strongest part of him, the part that hung on the longest, is privately quite pleased by this.

“And you’ve given me your cloak.” He grins, but just at Yasha. “How kind of you, my dear.”

Okay, so not that privately.

“I was worried you’d be cold,” Yasha says, concern endearing. “Sorry your old coat wasn’t doing better. Jester says she can probably Mend it, or try to paint you a new one—“

Molly waves his hand. “No, no need, dear. I should do it. It’ll give me a thing to work on.”

Yasha nods. “I’ll let her know.”

Distantly, Molly can hear footsteps approaching. He counts four, maybe five pairs, if one of them is lighter. After a moment, there’s the sigh of cloth, and six pairs are walking.

Movement joins Molly on the headstone. He turns, and now Beau is seated beside him. Yasha stands like a guardian at his back.

Both of them are much, much wearier, Molly notices. Even though it’s been less than a year since his “death,” Beau is riddled with new scars from combat, and Yasha’s tattoos have gotten much bolder. Oddly, that’s reassuring.There’s something in the fact that Molly’s body changed, but theirs did too. And even if he can’t remember it, that’s something they have in common.

On the other hand, though, it makes him feel...he shakes his head. He gazes outward.

He asks, “Why did you follow me, then?”

Beau responds first. She does so with a snort. “Of course we’d follow you, you idiot. You were our friend—or...okay, technically, at the time you’re actually a crazy cult leader—“

“No, I meant—“

She cuts him off. “Right, yeah, details. Not important. Listen, it...it was a whole long thing, and it was complicated, but the important part is that we really, just really wanted you back. That’s why we did any of it. All of it. And why nothing could stop us.”

“Not even me?”

“Hell, no. Since when could you stop me?”

Molly chuckles at that. He glances at Yasha. “Is that true?”

“Which part?” she says. Then she says, “Yes. It is.”

He matches the tiny smile on her face. Then he turns back to stare at the woods past the graveyard while behind him, the rest of the Mighty Nein come to a halt.

His smile widens. “What I was actually trying to ask, though, is why you all followed me here. Just now. I thought you were going to prepare for dinner?”

“My parents took over,” Caduceus says. “They told us to take a break.”

“Besides!” With a burst of jewelry and her flouncing skirts, Jester squeezes onto the other end of Molly’s headstone. “We wanted to spend more with you!”

“Now that you’re interesting again,” adds Nott, taking a seat at the base of the stone with Fjord. He reaches up to wink at Molly, “Hey, roomie.”

“I thought I should get to know you as well,” says the new voice. Molly remembers that his name is Essek. “We, ah...we are both purple, so that is something we already have in common.”

Molly laughs at that. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Caleb. “It’s like there are two of you now. Like your shadow. Or a duplicate.”

“I am still the funny one,” Caleb says. “I plan on defending that title. Even from you.”

Molly laughs again, and this time, he does turn. He can see that the whole group have gathered around him now, sitting beside him, standing behind him, in the grass.

They are all so tired. They are all much stronger. Molly has gathered from the scars on their bodies—as well as from the scars on his own—just how powerful they must be now. He knows that he isn’t the same, either. Sometimes his blood feels like its boiling. Sometimes he is moving, and he can swear that it’s through snow.

But the Mighty Nein are here. There are nine of them, now. And that, he thinks, in and of itself, must be a miracle. And as he looks at them now, drinking their presence in, he thinks...

Maybe some things haven’t changed, after all.

—

✨ Ko-Fi Link in Bio! ✨ | Requests are OPEN

[sailorhyunjinz]

can i request a bf!skz reaction to you cutting ur bangs yourself but falling terribly and end up crying bc u think ure ugly??🥺 i love ur blog btw!!💓

OH GOD I SHOULDNT LAUGH SHOULD I?? something gives me the feeling that you have been in this situation WHICH SAME and that why you dont cut your own bangs,,, learned that from my mistakes AHSAH BUT HEY IT TURNED OUT OK, IT GROWS SO NO WORRIES!

ALSO AH thank you!! thank you for sending in this idea that almost killed my stomach HAHSAHS <33

LEEEE go HEADCANON

also can i just say that i was crying with laughter when writing this because i just kept on imagining bad hairstyles HASHSAS my stomach hurts

(also; if you guys are wondering why im tagging “stray kids smut” even though this isnt smut, it’s because like 99% of my blog is nsfw and so i dont want to present my blog to people that are uncomfortable with that)

Warning; skz x gn!reader; fluff? oh mentions of scissors! maybe crying??

Bangchan

Find it funny at first but NAH HE HUGGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF YOU’RE CRYING

says like overly comforting things HASHHS

“you did great,,, it’s not even that bad? You just need to like,, comb it!”

“combing it doesnt put hair back channie!~” you say, sighing and rubbing your head on his chest

“why didn’t you ask me?”

you look up at him with teary eyes, starting to laugh

“y-you? i think you would make it worse!”

he chuckles “no! next time i’ll do it and you’ll have to pay for dinner if it turns out better than this,,, whatever it is”

you roll your eyes “Fine! Deal! now let me cut your hair”

his eyes widen as he starts running away from you, you running after him

Minho

a momentary laugh before he gets all fussy about it

“thats why you should go to a hairstylist”

“let’s shave it off, you’ve already started”

NOO BUT IF YOU START CRYING HE WOULD FEEL REALLY SORRY FOR BEING A BIT MEAN

he’s not the most,,, comforting person BUT HE’D TRY BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU VERY MUCH

“hair grows,,, it will grow back before you know it”

“b-but i look ugly?” you say, almost crying and laughing at the same time

“tsk,, nothing is ugly on you”

Changbin

“Are you ok?!”

bruh he’s panicked when he sees you crying, covering your face in shame

“what’s wrong?! wh-OH”

he’d try to make some sort of trend out of it LMAO

“But it looks cool? dye it pink or something” 

“changbin are you making fun of me?” 

he’d hug you and hold his laughter for dear life

“it looks cool, i promise”

you know how he’s very conscious on what he wears? yeah,,, 

“WAIT YOU KNOW WHAT Y/N! pair it with some like,,, cool dangly earrings, wait i have this pair that would look great-”

why is he so cute like stop (please dont)

Hyunjin

sorry to put it like this but HYENA LAUGH 

like where’s the lie??

“WE SHOULD MATCH? GET THE SCISSORS!!”

he’d pull up different characters/people/animals

“WAIT WAIT LOOK! thats you” he snickers, flinching when you raise your arm, wanting to hit him playfully

“show me one more animal and you’ll wake up bald tomorrow”

he shivers, dramatically panicking

“I won’t, miss lemur”

“HYUNJIN GET OVER HERE IM GONNA TEAR THAT STUPID BLONDE HAIR TO SHREDS”

Jisung

you know what he finds funnier than your hair?

the fact that you’re crying over it

HE’S NOT A DICK he just,,, can’t hold his laughter,,,

“no no no y/n!! don’t cry, it’s not that bad!”

he hugs you, patting your back

he would remember the hairstyle and like present it in a meeting the boys have for like comebacks HSAHSHASH IM CRYING

“i mean why not y/n?! let’s all have bangs that are 1 cm on our foreheads”

Felix

*surprised pikachu face*

“what did you do?!?”

I SWEAR he would cry with you because he feels bad for you having to walk around with that hair

he’d try to like,,, comb it or style it in a way that makes it less noticable

does it more because he wants to play with your hair 

“ok,,, we are putting these damn hairstyling scissors away,,,in the basement”

he’d volunteer to cut your hair next time,,, so it looks better LMAO 

OR ACTUALLY GO TO THE HAIRSTYLIST WITH YOU

Seungmin 

another mf that would laugh his ass off

IF YOU’RE NOT CRYING he would take pictures and laugh even more

ONCE AGAIN; HE’S NOT A DICK just,,, having fun LMAO

“what beanie do you want? i got a blue one and a black one here-”

“minnie,,,, it’s summer?”

“do you really want to walk around,,, like that?” 

WHY AM I MAKING HIM SO MEAN?! HE’S NOT MEAN 

just doing to try to make you feel better

“what were you even trying to do?” he asks later in the day

you show him a refrence picture and he starts rolling on the ground from laughter

“this is legendary” he says, almost crying

Jeongin

you know that clip where hyunjin eats a baby shark lollipop AND JEONGINS FACE IS LEGIT LIKE *o* (i legit cry everytime he’s fucking adorable)

YEAH THAT LIKE AGSHASHAS JUST SILENCE AND THAT EXPRESSION

at a loss for words 

“does it look cute?” you say, testing his honesty

he gulps before answering, staring at the abomination thats your hair

“not too bad” says, pressing his lips together to muffle a smile

“YAH YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR!” 

his gaze is drifting all over the place as he nervously looks around

“hey! it’s on you and therefore it’s cute”

[mha-platonic-yanderes]

Settling In: Elder Sister

Inspired by @i-cant-sing and their Yandere Todoroki Family series

There isn't a clock in your room. There is a bathroom but no clock. You don’t have a phone, but there is a laptop still on the desk. You could look at the time on there, but your curiosity isn’t worth getting out of this bed. The bed itself is absolutely massive, dwarfing you on all sides. You can stretch out and be nowhere near any of the edges. It’s the most comfortable bed you’ve ever slept upon. Knowing what time it is isn’t as important as the comfort this bed provides.

It’s early morning and the sun is just starting to rise. You know that much. Looking out of the window, you see the golden yellow sun illuminating the sky, pushing out the dark, depressing night sky.

It’s a new day, one filled with potential and hope. You aren’t immediately put off by living here. Sure, nothing will replace your parents, but Rei and Enji aren’t bad. They seem to be strict, but so was your last couple of homes. This is an upgrade, truly.

You can hear your door unlock. You turn to it, seeing Rei in the entrance. For a brief moment, you see a golden object much like the sun you were just staring at. Though, you blame it on a trick of the light. The door wasn’t locked; you didn’t lock the door last night.

“Ah, [Y/N].” A shocked expression quickly melts into the warm smile she gave you all of yesterday, “You’re up already. Don’t tell me you’ve been up all night!”

“Oh no.” You move to sit on the side of the bed. Though you had the ability to, you didn’t put the canopy part of your princess bed down. It’s a little babyish for your taste, though you’d never admit it, “I haven’t been up long. The sunrise was really pretty this morning.”

“I know; I saw.” Rei grabs your hands, helping you up and towards your closet, “Maybe I’ll wake you up earlier and we can watch it together.”

“Alright.” It’s your new favorite response. It’s perfect for situations you agree with, but have no other words to say on the matter.

Rei lets go of your hands and you let them fall to the sides of your pale pink nightgown. You didn’t really like this when Rei bought it, but you never said anything. You’ll try to stay in their good graces as long as possible.

“Now, let’s pick you out something to wear today while we go over house rules.”

She does exactly what she says she’s going to do. You appreciate her honesty, even if the clothes aren’t your style and the rule list is something you’ll probably not remember.  She’s honest, unlike prior caretakers. 

You’re handed a white sweater with bubblegum pink hearts on the elbows. They’re about as big as your fist, with the heart’s point pointing towards your wrists. With how it’s made, you can’t see the hearts. They’re for other people to look at. That’s the epitome of your new wardrobe. You don’t mind it too much.

The matching skirt is pink and pleated, not unlike the cheer skirts the cheerleaders at your old school wore. The white stockings ruin the cheerleader image, but they keep you warm. Every room Rei steps into turns cold. Every room Enji steps into becomes hot. You don’t imagine that Enji is here much, being the number one hero. But Rei is here, possibly all of the time. You’ll need to keep warm around her. Shoes are forgone. You’re probably not leaving the house today.

She leads you towards the vanity. The warm lights are flipped on and you look at yourself in the mirror. Wordlessly, she does your hair. You look yourself in the mirror. This is similar to how your peers used to play with dolls. She does your hair and dresses you up without allowing your input. At least she doesn’t make you stay silent. You’ve already had a home like that.

“Umm… Rei?” You ask tentatively, “What are we going to be doing today?”

“My other daughter is coming around.” Rei replies, smiling at you through the mirror, “She comes around, once a week or so, to check in on me.”

You smile back at her, looking away from yourself and at her reflection, “Alright.” 

Rei helps you up out of the vanity’s stool. She leads you to another room. This one is wall to wall windows, near the center of the complex. Waiting there is a conservatively dressed adult, with mid-length, almost completely white hair. Red splotches break through the strands of snowfall colored hair. You’d think it would be a bad dye job, but the family pictures on the wall show a younger her, with the same red splotched, white hair. You like her hair. It’s interesting.

“Mom.” The adult woman pulls Rei in for a hug. When they untangle, she waves at you, “Y/N, right? Call me Fuyumi. Nice to meet you.”

She’s inherited her mother’s smile and cool air radiates from her. Fuyumi looks very much like her mother, except for the bright blue eyes Enji drilled into your soul yesterday. They’re kinder, softer. She doesn’t make you instantly uneasy, like he does.

“Uhh, hi.” You wave back, “Nice to meet you too.”

Rei grabs your arm. Her icy fingers drag you to another soft seat—this time, being this room’s light grey, almost white couch. You wouldn’t want to stain or ruin this. It’s way too nice. Fuyumi sits in an adjacent chair. It looks almost identical to the couch and contrasts with her dark jeans. Rei wears dresses

“I’ll start breakfast.” Rei comments, “Will you be staying for breakfast, Fuyumi?”

“Do you need help?” Fuyumi stands back up almost immediately, “I thought you all would’ve already had breakfast. We could help! You don’t have to do it by yourself.”

Rei laughs lightly, “Oh Fuyumi, you worry too much. As long as you two stay out of the kitchen, I’ll be fine. And besides, you two should get to know each other. I’m sure you’ll love Y/N. It’s impossible not to.”

“Alright…” Fuyumi responds, “If you say so.”

Wordlessly, Rei leaves and Fuyumi sits back down. The sun’s well in the sky now. You can see it through any of the countless windows. This would look cooler, when the weather wasn’t so nice. Though, the sunlight warms the room slightly.

“So... Y/N. How was your first night?” Fuyumi turns to you, smiling once again. Her worried expression with Rei has all but melted away. You don’t know why she’d be so worried about the adult, she seems extremely capable. Maybe it’s age? Or it’s because of something you don’t know about, yet? Anyways, it’s not your place to add.

“Alright.” You decide on answering the question and not asking your own, “I got to watch the sunrise.”

“I did too, back at my place.” Fuyumi comments, “though, it’s not as nice in the city, as it is out here.”

The Todoroki residence is on a massive plot of land. Nothing else is here for miles. If you squint, you could see bits and pieces of Mustafu off in the distance. But nothing is in walking distance, certainly. They almost have you in the middle of nowhere. It’s scenic, that's for sure.

“I like your outfit. It looks adorable.” You fight to scrunch up your nose at the compliment. Adorable. Images of toddlers fill your head. That’s not what you wanted. Though, it’s out of your control anyways, as Rei picked out your outfit this morning.

“Thanks.” Y/N chooses to reply with acceptance and push the conversation forward, “I like your outfit too.”

“You’re too kind.” Fuyumi asks, “So… tell me about you? What do you do for fun.”

You answer her question, only mentioning things that you’ve been able to do this past year. You don’t talk about things you did with your parents. Those are firmly in the past now. They’re dead and the things you did alongside them are too.

Fuyumi never pushes an issue too long and she tries to keep the conversation interesting. You appreciate it. There is never a moment you feel unsafe or insecure. Other homes haven’t been this pleasant. Sure, Enji unnerves you and being dressed like a doll is weird, but everything else is alright. You’re able to overlook it—especially if the rest of your new siblings are like Fuyumi.