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[nomi800]

I made some bjd roller skates! 🛼🛼

Download them here or check out my patreon to get all my bjd designs!

[izasfaceups]

This time I got a fun thing to share, Fairyland MNF Roller Skates in beauty white! I painted them in a pastel rainbow theme. They are also very shimmery, but I sadly do not have a video of that.

Want to see more of my work or commission me? Then please check out my website at www[dot]IzasFaceUps[dot]com!

[kawaiiaestheticsshop]

Some cute new roller skate studs I made, now available in my shop

[velouriaonmars]

2021

custom skate made from a Vans x Peanuts collection shoe and up-cycled roller skate parts

[gloombby]

mlm wlw solidarity on the subway <3

[classicsonic]

repainting yes man. cleaning up the rust and making sure all his joints and such are fine . slapping some stickers on that bad boy. prettiest securitron in nevada

[angeldiarybook]

Dating Tim laflour head cannons

-meeting each other through Darryl since you had a class with Darryl which lead you to meeting Tim

-begging him to watch early 2000s movies with you (him agreeing because he loves you too much to say no)

-buying a bunch of junk food on movie nights

-watching hockey games with him

-always going to his hockey games or even just going to see him practice

-you calming him down when he gets way too rough during his hockey matches (because you don’t want him getting hurt/injured)

-you guys being each other comfort person

-being each other emotional and physically support

-him doing acts of service to show his love (etc.words of affirmation,physical touch,quality time basically all the the love languages)

-him taking you to go ice skating as a date as you guys hold hand And if you don’t know how to skate (Idk how to either 💀)he holds onto you guiding you through the ice rink

-Roller skating through campus while cleaning up trash for community service together with Darryl (I also don’t know how to roller skate😭😔)

-him being little spoon all of the time (even if he’s literally a giant)

-having a key necklace to match with his lock chain/necklace

-wearing his hockey jersey or his misfits shirts to sleep

-him letting you wear his bracelets / accessories that he has

-stealing his beanies

-you and him getting matching star tattoos right above your guys waist

-helping with his poetry

-him bringing the best out of you

-always giving him compliments on his style

-him getting flustered and giving you checkt smiles

-calling him “babe”, “Timmy” ,and “Love”

-playfully smacking him when he calls you “Dog/Dawg”

-always defending Tim because he’s too much of a sweetheart to argue also because he doesn’t like getting yelled at

-him being one of the most caring persons you’ll ever meet

-him having so much love for you

-taking naps at his apartment after classes

-admiring his piercings on his face when he’s taking naps on you as you run your fingers through his hair

-you and Tim always teasing Darryl

Note/rant:I love senseless especially because it has Marlon Wayan and Matthew Lillard 😭 I just love any Wayan brothers movies (especially white chicks) and I love anything that has Matthew in it. He just brings me so much comfort.Tim definitely has to be my favorite roles that Matthew plays

[sourwolf-sterek32]

The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

Or

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Past child abuse, and of course, excessive alcohol and substance abuse.

A/N: More specific warnings will be added for certain chapters when required. I also just wanted to add in a quick disclaimer and say that through my research, Vince Neil's parents sounded like nice, decent people. However, this is a fanfic and for the purpose of this story and the plot, I am changing that.

Chapter 1- My Kinda Lover

Growing up, you always knew your big brother Vince had what it took to become a rockstar.

As kids, his favourite place other than the beach was the roller-skating rink where they held lip-synching contests. Vince would drag you there with his surfer buddy John and sign up every time. He'd dress up in flared pants, loud open button polyester shirts, wigs and other accessories he thought rockstars were supposed to wear and you'd help him.

It was during those lip-synching contests where Vince discovered his love for performing. He'd jump around on stage, goofed off, played air guitar and threw the microphone around. The crowd ate it up, and he always won. Always.

It wasn't long before the lip-synching turned into actual singing and your brother had a damn good voice even as a teenager. And not long after that he joined a band. Rock Candy.

It was during one of his performances with the cover band that his path to becoming a rockstar kicked off.

Vince was in the middle of singing his cover for My Kinda Lover on the small stage with his band. You'd sing as a backup singer for Rock Candy occasionally, but this song didn't require it, so you hung by the drinks table swirling your Jack and coke around in a solo cup and listened.

The drink was an important necessity every time Rock Candy performed because you weren't sure how you'd get through watching all those girls fawn over your big brother without it. They were practically throwing themselves on him whenever he performed and although you hated it, Vince absolutely lapped up all the attention from them.

There had been a few incidences where drunk girls got too handsy with him. Pulling at his clothes or jumping on stage just to touch him. One time a woman grabbed his scarf and literally pulled him down into the crowd of crazy females. By the time he managed to get back on stage, half his clothes had been torn off and that was when you stepped in and started ordering people out or breaking noses... usually the latter.

Most women treated your brother like a piece of meat. Like he was nothing more than a toy for them to play with and admire. And Vince, although he would never admit it, he didn't enjoy it all the time.

So, even when not on stage with him, you kept an eye on everything and that was when you spotted the three men.

They stood out amongst the crowd of young people dressed in the bare minimum while they wore leather and dark pants with their jet-black hair. You clocked them the second they walked through the crowd as people who shouldn't be here.

No way guys dressed like that would be interest in listening to Vince's cover band. So, what did they want? Trouble, probably.

You hung back eyeing the men cautiously before they began to make their way over to the drinks stand where you still were. None of them paid you any attention while you leant against the side of the table sipping your drink.

It wasn't like you blended in with the crowd here either, so you couldn't judge the strangers too harshly. Your own tight jeans and leather jacket might as well be a full body suit compared to the other girls crop tops and tiny shorts.

"His voice ain't bad." One of the men suddenly said speaking up for the first time since they got to the drinks stand.

"I don't care if he can sing or not. Look what he's doing to those chicks." The other responded.

The three guys continued to watch your brother sing on stage while pointing and commenting quiet words that you couldn't quite catch.

Downing the last of your Jack and coke, you pushed yourself away from the drinks table and took a step to the side until you were blocking their view to the stage and folded your arms across your chest defensively.

"What do you guys want from Vince?"

The man in the middle holding a bottle of Jack Daniels instantly stood up straight sizing you up.

The older man to his right remained silent and looked over your shoulder back towards the stage seemingly bored by your presence, so you kept your attention focused on the middle guy whose gaze hadn't left yours, but he didn't seem like he was going to answer your question either.

"Don't make me repeat myself." You said bluntly.

His brows furrowed into a frown, the blankness on his expression twisting into annoyance but before he could say anything, the younger guy to his left spoke up.

"Holy fucking shit. Y/N?"

That had your head snapping away from the middle guy instantly and the second you saw that goofy smile and long hair, realisation hit you like a truck.

Tommy Lee.

Well, shit. You weren't expecting to see him here.

You didn't recognise him earlier. His hair used to be lighter, but now it was black. It suited him though.

The last time you saw him was when you and Vince were living in his van about a year ago. So much had happened since then.

A smile broke out across your face which made Tommy's smile brighten further before he held his arms out a little hesitantly like he wasn't sure if a hug would be an acceptable greeting. If it was anyone else, no, a hug wouldn't be acceptable, maybe a handshake at the most, but this wasn't anyone, this was Tommy.

"Good to see you, Tommy." You said accepting the hug.

His long lanky arms instantly wrapped around your body tightly and you hugged him back, tucking your head against his chest and closing your eyes thinking back to the last time you had seen him.

Your father was a mechanic who worked for L.A. County repairing sheriff's cars. He had so many friends within the law enforcement department, he thought he could get away with anything... and he was right.

When he wasn't at work fixing cars or buddying up to the local cops, he was at home getting high and drinking. And the combination of drugs and alcohol made him mad. It made him angry. It made him abusive.

Your stepmother, Vince's real mother, wouldn't stand for your father's crap and they'd end up in screaming matches against each other. They'd yell, scream, cry and break things from the living room nearly every night.

Vince could always tell when the fighting was about to start, and once you got older, you saw the warning signs too before World War III erupted in the house. When you were little Vince would take you to his bedroom and lock the door while blasting music through his stereo so you couldn't hear the screaming and fighting. He'd make it fun and would use his hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and the two of you would sing and dance on top of his bed trying to forget about what was happening across the house.

When you got older and the fighting would start up, you'd both slip out his bedroom window and get away for a few hours until your father calmed down or passed out from drinking. But sometimes you weren't quick enough to get away.

Those nights were the worst because his anger would turn onto you and Vince.

Vince always took the blunt of his anger. He always tried to protect you from your father's rage and violence, but sometimes he couldn't.

You were eight years old the first time your father ever hit you. He was mad about something -staying up too late, not doing homework, playing music too loud, you couldn't remember - it didn't matter anyway.

Your father was always in a terrible mood, the alcohol and drugs made him worse and at the slightest provocation he would take out his frustration on the nearest thing or person which was usually you, despite Vince trying his best to not let that happen.

Your father never outright said it, but you reminded him of the affair he had with another woman -your mother- the woman who dumped a baby at his perfect white picket fence home door with a single note.

'Your daughter, Y/N. I'm sorry'

Vince's mother had taken you in and raised you like her own without hesitation, despite your father wanting nothing to do with you.

You were 16 years old the last time he ever beat you... and the first time he nearly killed you.

"Just stay awake, okay? Keep your eyes on me." Vince practically begged while he sped down the road away from the hell you called home. "We'll be at the hospital soon. Stay awake."

You leant heavily against the passenger side door of the car while holding his scarf against the side of your head. The scarf had started off white but was now stained a bright crimson along with the collar of your shirt.

Blood was trickling down the side of your face from the deep gash on your forehead. The warm liquid sticking and matting in your hair as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"N-no hospital. We can't afford it." You winced, tilting your head to the side to look at your brother, but even that slight movement felt like agony against your pounding head.

Vince clenched his jaw at your words, his hands tightening and untightening around the steering wheel as he drove, but he didn't argue because you were right. You had no money. And if you went to the hospital, they'd call your father, the very same man you were running from.

"We should go back." You whispered closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the seat behind you. "We have nowhere else to go."

"Hey, no, open your eyes. And we are not going back." Vince stated sternly while he reached over and shook your shoulder until you reluctantly opened your eyes despite wanting nothing more than to just sleep the pain away. "I'm not letting him anywhere near you again. Got it?"

"You can't protect me from everything, big brother."

"I can try."

Before you knew it, Vince was pulling up into the driveway in front of a decent looking house that you couldn't recognise.

"I'll be back. Don't fall asleep."

He was out the car before you could respond, and you watched through the windshield as he ran up to the house and knocked on the front door until a guy you recognised from high school answered.

"Vinnie, what up, dude?" Tommy greeted with a bright smile.

"I... we need a place to stay. Can we..." Vince trailed off while pointing towards a van parked along the side of the house.

"Who's we?"

Vince nodded over his shoulder to where you were sitting in the car holding the bloodied scarf to your forehead.

Tommy's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and panic, "holy shit. Is she okay?"

"No. Not really." Vince admitted, emotion thick in his voice. "Can we crash in your van for a few days?"

"Of course." Tommy answered without hesitation.

-

"I've missed you, dude." Tommy's voice said, snapping you out of your thoughts as the two of you pulled apart.

His eyes shifted to your forehead searching for the scar that he knew was hidden behind your hair. It seemed you weren't the only one who had been thinking back to the last time you saw each other.

"I'm in a band with these dudes." Tommy explained after a few beats of silence. "Guys, this is Y/N. She's Vince's sister. I was in the same grade as her in high school."

Both men nodded but didn't say anything. Instead, they turned their attention over your shoulder to where your brother was still performing in front of the crowd.

Seriously, what did they want from Vince?

"Yeah, Vinnie!!" Tommy cheered enthusiastically as the song came to an end.

"Thank you! We're Rock Candy!" Your brother shouted into the microphone.

"Shitty name."

You turned to glare at the older and very serious-looking man. Sure, you kind of agreed with him. Rock Candy wasn't a great name, but only you were allowed to insult your brother.

"Okay, seriously, why are you guys here and what do you want with my brother?" You questioned, the smile from seeing Tommy vanishing from your face as you got down to business.

"We're looking for a singer for the band." The one drinking Jack Daniels straight finally said.

"And who the fuck are you?"

His sea green eyes shifted back to you, looking you up and down briefly before meeting your gaze.

"Nikki Sixx."

You stared at him for a moment before nodding, "okay, Sixx. Why do you want my brother?"

Vince looked nothing like these guys. Your brother loved white. He'd wear that white t-shirt you had ripped up the sides of and sewn together with lace everywhere because it was his favourite. He had his hair dyed as white as he could get it and fluffed it until it added half a foot to his height. It was his style, and it was the opposite to these guys.

"He's fucking perfect, man." Tommy responded.

"He's pretty good. Got moves." Nikki admitted without answering your question.

Tommy suddenly darted off, pushing his way through the crowd to where Vince was now walking after finishing the last song. Nikki and the older guy didn't say anything else to you, so you didn't speak to them either while you watched Tommy and Vince embrace in a hug and chat for a few minutes before Tommy returned with his signature smile.

"He's in. I think."

You glanced back over to your brother across the crowd as he tucked the tape that Tommy had given him into his pocket without much thought because he was too focused on the blonde-haired woman chatting him up.

Nah, Vince wasn't in.

-

Later that night, you found yourself sitting in the bed of your old Ford F150 truck parked on the beach away from humanity because it was quietest spot and best place to sleep.

Between your shifts at the diner downtown and Vince working as an electrician apprentice plus his small gigs with Rock Candy, it still wasn't enough to afford a house or apartment. Vince usually crashed in the bedrooms of which ever girl he was seeing that week while you slept in a sleeping bag in the back of your truck.

It wasn't so bad, especially this time of year. During winter it was harder, and you were going to figure something else out, but that was a few months away and a problem for later. For now, you were going to enjoy the peaceful beach and sound of waves crashing against the shore like a lullaby every night.

You laid in the bed of your truck staring up at the stars shimmering in the sky above you. The cool breeze was slowly starting to kick in, but not enough for you to grab a blanket out from under the front seat.

Something suddenly slammed against the tailgate of your truck causing you to bolt upright and reach for the pocketknife stashed under your pillow only to find your brother leaning against the side of your truck trying not to laugh.

"One of these days, I'm gonna actually stab you and I'm not even gonna be sorry." You warned pointing at him with the knife.

Vince rolled his eyes, "you shouldn't keep parking in the same spot. Creeps might start to notice."

"Oh, creeps like you?" You shot back causing Vince to glare, but there was no real heat behind it.

"I'm serious though. If some pedo realises a young girl sleeps out here alone, that little knife won't do much to stop him. You need a gun or something."

"I can't afford a gun."

"I can steal you one." He suggested.

"Please don't."

Vince snorted softly before pulling down the tailgate of your truck and sitting on it while overlooking the ocean that was lit up by the full moon shining brightly in the sky above it.

"What happened to your new girl? Her daddy kick you out?" You teased, referring back to a few weeks ago when a girl's father did actually kick him out and he ended up in the back of your truck keeping you awake with his snoring.

"Nah, her dad wasn't home."

You frowned a little at his words because if he hadn't been kicked out of the girl's house then why wasn't he sleeping in her comfy bed or at the very least, her couch?

"Tommy gave me this. Said to listen to it and call him." He pulled a tape out from his pocket and held it out towards you. "It's all I've been thinking about. I couldn't even get it up when I was in bed with her."

"Eww! Too much information, Jesus Christ." You swore taking the tape before jumping out the truck and opening the driver side door turning the key to accessories before inserting the tape into the stereo cranking the volume up.

You sat on the tailgate beside Vince while you listened to the music together on the beach where nobody could see or hear for miles.

It hurt to admit, but fuck, they were pretty good.

"This shits on Rock Candy, no offence." You commented and to your own shock, Vince actually nodded in agreement. "You gonna call Tommy and his sketchy friends to join their even sketchier band?"

"What do you think?" He asked, but it wasn't a question. He was going to call.

-

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A/N:

So, this fanfic came out of nowhere.

I recently saw Mötley Crüe during their last show of the World Tour in Melbourne (I am still pinching myself. It was the best night ever!) and seeing them in person literally kickstarted my obsession for them.

I grew up listening to my dad’s 80s music which obviously included Mötley Crüe. I still remember Girls Girls Girls blasting through the car on the way to school when I was 8. And although I’ve liked their music since I was a kid, I never really knew much about them beyond that.

But when my dad asked if I wanted to go to the Mötley Crüe concert with him, I didn’t even hesitate.

I’ll be honest, I had never watched The Dirt before until Vince said during the concert that Mötley Crüe had made a movie and I googled it as soon as I got home.

After watching the movie and seeing them live in concert, I was hooked.

I bought their book The Dirt and binged it in 2 days (that is one hell of a rollercoaster to read) and now I’m literally typing this while wearing a Mötley shirt.

I won’t try and pretend to have been a Cruehead all my life because that isn’t true, but I am so incredibly glad that I have found this love for Mötley Crüe and I hope you all enjoy this fanfic xx

[lamaery]

It all started with the decision that roller skates would be an complimentary accessory to his red short shorts and somehow that kicked off a full roller disco AU with all the Shards and their vessels (the ones we have have some kind of descriptions of so far). So, get ready to get fashionably funky... Description in the alt-text by the wonderful @priscellie

[accio-victuuri]

sharing the article for chanel show in shenzhen. ☺️

Movies are like an invitation, allowing us to enter a life created by vision. In a moving dream. The reason why Chanel has a deep connection with this field is that fashion also shares this vision and mission: dream creation, connection. Connect with each other and broaden your horizons.

Virginie Via interprets dreams through creation: bringing different worlds to each other. Connection and collision inspire rich and diverse beauty. Los Angeles and the American West. The film industry and joyful atmosphere of the coast inspired Virginie to create the 2023/24 early spring vacation and you are invited to join this event about the journey of dreams.

Following Los Angeles, the 2023/24 early spring vacation series conference will be as follows: Come to Shenzhen today. From this, we are in this vibrant city to together, experience the dream and witness the profound connection between the Chanel brand and China.

Los Angeles is the beating heart of film. This season's Chanel cruise collection interprets the city’s light and shadow, the charm of the black and white movies of the 1930s. How do you feel about this city?

Wang Yibo: Warm and sunny, rich street culture, vibrant city. This time I was also very happy to play roller skating in Los Angeles.

How do you see the relationship between Gabrielle Chanel's creations and cinema?

Wang Yibo: It has built a bridge between the film industry and the fashion industry. Ms. Chanel served as a stylist or costume designer in many early Hollywood movies.

What’s your favorite piece in this season’s early spring resort collection?

Wang Yibo: I prefer a hooded cardigan. The cardigan itself is low-key black. The white and gold hats make the whole outfit very stage-like, sparkling and very suitable for dancing. There are also various sneakers and skateboard-style accessories.

he wore the clothes from that collection so well! especially the third one! 🤍

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[simmerjazz]

spooky day lookbook

by simmerjazz

@rensimss inspired me to have my sims dress up for spooky day. I am in LOVE with how these turned out :)

༄ clueless: top and skirt | shoes

༄ daphne: hair | dress | scarf | boots

༄ scarlett witch: hair | bodysuit | gloves | leggings | boots

༄ poison ivy: hair | dress | ivy accessories | heels

༄ disco gal: afro | top | skirt | roller skates

credit to all amazing cc creators! @madlensims @ridgeport @dogsill @plumbobsnfries @oydis @sentate @daylifesims @joliebean @serenity-cc @magic-bot @bluecravingcc @sheabuttyr & many others!

♡ socials below:

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[moony-isa]

Bro, another Au, I can not take it anymore-

So, recently I saw a channel in the shorts ( in youtube of course ) of a restaurant, the idea itself is simply incredible. Why? Well..

Y/n as a masked kitsune waitress

Let me explain, kitsunes are foxes ( the obvious ) and in that restaurant ( the kitsune's are considered, in folklore, mischievous and play tricks on the humans ) the masked kitsunes ( that white with red mask of a fox you know? ) tends to go to someone ( the kitsune wears roller skates ) and steal the food the person is eating with their mouth, in the restaurant rules, while the masked kitsune is putting something in your drink ( here you can see that I don't know anything about Japanese culture, it's like a kettle with a huge funnel that comes out water, I think, the kitsunes even make cool movements when they will serve the kettle with water, in the customer's cup ) you can try to take off her mask to get a discount ( need to take off the mask completely ) but the kitsunes can move away and stop serving the kettle lol. There are also, the same kitsunes using objects to open people's drinks, I saw them using a type of card, probably sharp, objects on the table and even the roller skates they are using.

So, going back to Y/n, they work in that restaurant, I named it, Fox's Home ( simple yeah ) having worked years there, because is so fun, becoming a professional in doing their work.

So one normal day, the boys, Sun, Moon and Eclipse goes to that restaurant because of the good reviews and funny comments, they end up meeting Y/n in the most natural way in the restaurant, stealing the boys' food with their mouth, till they have stole the three boys food in different hours.

I imagine, like, Sun = stunned with love

Moon = overwhelmed with happiness and love

Eclipse = stunned too but then smirks right away.

They know it's the same kitsune because of the color of the mask ( your favorite color ) and your outfit ( your favorite color of clothing ), of course in the code of dressing of the restaurant.

Even thought, the boys can't see our face, they are already in love about how bold we are to be in the same table, 3 times.

And in the end, after talking, getting to know each other after work, the boys date Y/n.

The dressing code is, hair tied in a bun with accessories ( your preference ), a blouse underneath your kimono ( your preference of color ), a skirt (color of your choice), with a apron skirt ( the apron will have a logo of a fox mask in the side ), both will match but they have to be different colors ( soo, second favorite color ), knee-high socks (color of your choice) and ballet shoes (color of your choice), can also use sneakers.

[axlsangel]

Activities w/ the GN’R Guys

Izzy:

Him teaching you how to surf

And skate

Trying all sorts of different teas (imagine going to a tea shop with him-)

Him taking you around for drives, whether it be into other states, around their touring sites, or just around town

Card games

Younger Izzy would love to go to thrift stores and purchase unusual clothing and accessories (like what was that leopard print trench coat??)

Going to record stores, or just laying on the living room floor listening to records

Hiking or camping

And canoeing (took way too long trying to spell that)

Spending evenings on the beach, even if it’s just sitting by the shore basking in the weather

I feel like he’d love to visit antique stores

Axl:

Wine tasting, especially modern Axl

Writing together, whether it be poetry or lyrics

Making pizzas together, you know how much he loves pizza

Window-shopping, but younger Axl may be a kleptomaniac

Bingeing a series

Fancy dinners

I feel like he’d love to attend auctions, whether it be for cars or for art, the thrill of it all gets to him

Discovering new music

I know he’d love go-karting, but he’d probably get way too competitive and would become a hazard to everyone

Steven:

I just know he would love to visit a dog park, or volunteer to help at pup shelters

Attending concerts and supporting local bands

Baking (even if he’s too messy)

Watching sports games

Board games, like Monopoly or Operation

He would love to teach you how to drum (with you on his lap, of course)

Late night gas station runs

I feel like modern Steven would love attempting those try not to laugh challenges on YouTube

Legos, he would be all for it

Roller skating

Slash:

Puzzles, especially themed after his favorite dorky interests

Building models, mostly dinosaur ones

Milkshake runs

He would also love legos

Biking

Arcading, he’d love to try his hand at all the tricky games

Visiting conventions

Movie nights, or bingeing a true-crime series or nature doc

Trivia nights

Video games

Reading separate books but in the same vicinity of one another

Duff:

Mountain biking, he loves the risk

Cooking together

But mostly barbecuing and using the grill

Boating

Making bread, and loaves

Also supporting local bands, especially in the punk scene

Running

Modern Duff would completely dig an interesting podcast

Mini-golfing

He would love to tag along with you when it comes to shopping, just to see you try on new things (ultimate hype-man)

A/N: Anyway, I’m not fully back, the fall semester starts soon and I’m just trying to bask in having freedom for a little bit.

[heartfullofleeches]

please give me more stupid headcanons with C.C. I'm begging u , here 💵💷💶💵💰💳 [ gets on my knees , sobbing] pLEasE i love him *bangs card at ur feet *

💳💥💳💥💥💥

Another anon asked if he has an outfit for whatever accessories you buy him, the answer is yes. Dude's like a dragon with its horde with all the stuff he's both received and stolen from you. One that's also a Barbie doll because he loves when you dress him up.

I don't remember if I've done a first date thing with him yet, but your first date will be a nice night out at a fancy restaurant or whatever else he wants to use to show off, but it will end with roller skating. There's a ring that he used to go to in the 90's that started his love for music but it shut down. Everything still there and he uses it to clear his head. You and it are the most important things to him.

Makes multiple playlists in his free time for various reasons. How you make him feel. What to play when you're mad at him.

Has a couple diaries filled with notes about you. The ones with things he'd rather keep secret are kept in his shrine closet, but you might find one or two laying around with writing that's just short of fangirling when all you did at the time was look at him.

You have to have a couple matching outfits. No if ands or buts about it.

A romantic, but it comes out heavily when he's drunk. You'll find him outside your window with a boombox or your favorite food or a mountain of gifts at your doorstep.

As mentioned before, his eyes glow when he experiences the feeling of love and bleeds through his contacts. Denies it if you point it out