#skeleton amour

[vampirefreakzx]

[juegosintiperojuegocontigo]

[it-is-no-desert]

man.. sometimes i think about the fact that i put like 300 hrs into skyrim, all on one character story, and did not do the main quest at all...

better that way tbh

[fishsticksloser]

Hi! Just wanted to say I love you fics! I tried to find on your page whether or not your requests are open or not but if they aren't just delete this and sorry. This is my first time requesting anything and I'm not sure if I'm doing it right tbh. but I was wondering if you could do a rise Leo x reader where Leo flirts with them with cheesy puck up lines but reader flirts back by teasing and Leo does not get that's what's going on. Eventually reader stars calling him "mon cheri"(my love in French, I think, I do not know French) and she tells him it means dumb. Leo doesn't know so he just goes along with it until they go to run of the mill and she calls him that and Hueso is just like, "how did you get a partner??" And Leo is like "what?? It means stupid" then hueso says something along the lines of "Pepino, I may not know much French, and you may be dumb, but that's not what that means."

Gender neutral or female pronouns please.

Sorry again if your requests aren't open and if this is to specific🫠

Mon Cheri

Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, Leo is kinda dumb, cheesy pick up lines, French

A/N: Mon cheri actually means 'my darling', my love in French is 'mon amour'. This is all over the place, sorry ://

It started as harmless flirting.

"Are you made of stardust? Because you’re out of this world!"

But as time went on... Leo started developing a bigger and bigger crush on you.

"Is your smile made of sunshine? Because it brightens up my day."

You would giggle and blush a little, which only made him try harder. He wanted to impress you, wanted to hear you laugh more.

"Do you believe in fairy tales? Because our love story is going to be legendary."

Of course, his brothers did nothing to help him. They didn't encourage him or anything.

Why? Well... They thought that you two had already discussed it and we're together. After all, it's like Leo couldn't stop holding your hand or having some part of himself touching some part of you.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

"Mon cheri, can you help me with something?" You ask Leo. His brothers perk up, this was the first time you'd ever used a pet name for Leo. Leo laughs, standing up to help you with whatever you needed.

"What does that mean?" He asks, linking his arm with yours.

"Dumb." You reply, which makes Leo laugh a bit more.

"I can live with that."

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

Mon cheri meant dumb.

Mon amour meant idiot.

The list went on.

No one corrected your or Leo. Raph, April, and Mikey thought Leo knew the truth and it was just a joke. Donnie, on the other hand, knew that Leo had access to the Internet and could easily look it up. Just because he didn't, it wasn't Donnie's responsibility.

Leo didn't even know, didn't care if you were actually calling him dumb and an idiot. He likes that you had little nicknames for him.

The pick up lines certainly didn't stop either. He flirted with you every chance he got cause... You weren't his yet.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

Leo took you to Run of the Mill for some pizza, wanting to spend more time with you. Hueso of course had to come over and overhear you call Leo 'mon cher' which piqued his intrest.

"Pepino, I had no idea you were in a relationship." Hueso grins, motioning to you as you sit across from Leo.

"Y/N?" Leo questions, looking at Heuso with the most dumbfounded look he could muster.

"Yes. They called you mon cheri." The skeleton nods, questioning how the turtle managed to make it so far in life.

"It means dumb." Leo replies, still not understanding what Hueso was saying. Heuso scoffs, shaking his head.

"I may not be fluent in French, Pepino, but I believe that means my darling." Heuso chuckles and walks away as Leo turns to look at you, his mouth held open.

"I trusted you!" He whispers angrily, well... Not angry, more in disbelif. "I though you were teaching me French!"

"You're the one who just blindly believed me! You have access to the internet and a brother who is fluent in many languages including French!" You point out, Leo drags your chair to him. Surely Leo wouldn't suddenly turn on you and smite you in front of everyone... Would he?

Soon your chair is right in front of his, your legs between his. "What is dumb in French?" Leo asks suddenly, his hands on your chair so you can't move.

"Slang? Bête..." You respond immediately, Leo nods, seeming to take in that information.

"Good... I guess you should just call me that now."

"Why?"

"Because I was dumb, thinking this was all one sided, not even thinking to actually fact check." Leo doesn't wait another moment, leaning forward to kiss you so softly. He pulls away, his tail thumping against the chair. "Think I kind of deserve that title."

[netherworldpost]

Welcome to my art studio

Do you need a ruler? We have two lengths: impractically long, impractically short. The rulers that are of useful length are explicitly crooked.

Looking for a pencil? This one is writes so pale you won't be sure if it has made any mark. It is completely illegible. This one is so soft that it will immediately melt, ruining the paper.

Prefer a pen? Here is a box. It leaks. The box leaks, the pens leak, but each leaks differently, depending on how you hold it. The color of inks shift. Oh, you should be wearing gloves, some of that ink is toxic.

As a matter of fact, a significant amount of the material in here is toxic and should not be touched without gloves. Are the gloves themselves toxic? No, they are just kept in a 1940s box marked "Beware Toxic Chemicals" box for aesthetic purposes. The box is probably not toxic.

Here is a chair built out of a pile of trash. It is art. Please do not sit on it. Here is a pile of trash you can use for a chair. It is sometimes taken apart to be made into art.

Here is a bewildering pile of unrelated items. It is a still life.

Here is another bewildering pile of unrelated items. It is lunch.

Here is an assortment of wood for impractical reasons.

Please do not sit on lunch or eat the wood or look at the still life (it gets nervous).

Here is a pile of very expensive sketchbooks made from paper imported from countries that no longer exist.

These notebooks are 100 years old and are completely blank.

The sketchbook paper is of such high quality that it will accept any media applied to it, providing a key strategic advantage in the quality and efficiency of making art.

It will last forever, unchanged, displaying any piece of art created on it or with it, as intended, until physically destroyed.

These sketchbooks were gifted to me by a dying artist. I will gift them, unused, to another artist when I am dying.

Here is a pile of printer paper stolen from a corporate office I broke into with the express purpose of stealing paper and paper clips.

These crumpled, stained, torn, unsorted, half-burned papers contain my innermost thoughts, hopes, fears, they are keys to unlocking my inspiration, they are working and near final drafts of my greatest works, without them I would be lost as a human being and completely destroyed, professionally, for life.

The papers are continuously kept near permanently burning candles, various rags saturated with paint thinner, and a decades-old fan that sparks when you turn it on, turn it off, when it rains, when a loud noise is made outside, and/or every 95.12 hours.

Here is a skeleton. I will not answer questions to its authenticity. Here is a large photo album full of naked people in contorted positions.

Over there is an amour full of photographs, internet clip outs, polaroids, newspapers, books on increasingly esoteric subjects from "court room stenography" to "Rhode Island chicken culture, an eggcellent overview."

If you open the amour everything will fall out and make a loud noise (please see above fan).

If you are feeling woozy from the various paint fumes we can try to open a window. It was painted shut in 1902 but we can try to crack it with one of my twelve hammers.

[ask-irisstar]

A fluff sanji x reader story where sanji is having a hard time falling asleep (perchance to his odd sleeping schedule.) and Reader helps him go to bed??

Helping Sanji go to sleep

AN: *takes a deep breath* Ok so... My inbox already has like 5 Sanji asks and this one really caught my eye. I think this is SUPER cute so thanks anon for requesting!! I might be slow in answering asks because of exam period and I have a BIG performance coming on 2 May. However, I'll try my best!!

Notes: Fluff, Sanji x GN reader, Fluff, SFW, quite short I'm sorry, Brook and reader are besties, Reader steals from Zoro, Sanji being a jealous idiot

You couldn't help but feel Sanji tossing and turning in bed beside you. Getting annoyed with your lover's actions, you turned to face him with a light scowl on your face. However, it immediately disappears when your eyes met with sleepy blue eyes. Your blonde boyfriend is exhausted, but according to how restless he is, he can't fall asleep. Gently, you slowly cupped his tired face.

"Baby... You've been tossing for hours... Is something wrong?" You asked, fingers tracing his eye bags.

Sanji shook his head and took your hands, "No dear... I'm fine... Just can't sleep..." He admits, voice laced with drowsiness.

You felt bad for the man beside you. So sleepy, yet can't sleep. Whenever you felt restless and sleepless, Sanji is always there to help you go to sleep. Now, seeing that he is the one that needs help, you didn't hesitate to do so.

"C'mon, follow me to the kitchen... I know something that might help..." You say, taking his hand and dragging a tired Sanji out of bed.

Reluctantly, Sanji obeyed, following you to the only place on the ship he has authority over. In the kitchen, you poured some milk into a glass and slide it over to him. Sanji caught the glass with ease and shot you a questioning look.

"Drink it... It'll help make you sleepy..." You say, smiling gently at your lover.

Sanji stares at you suspiciously for a beat before chugging down the milk. When he's done, you both went to bed and see whether it works. Unfortunately, it didn't work. However, you aren't out of ideas yet. It was a chilly night today and the blanket you two shared is small and thin. You sneakily snuck into Zoro's room and stole his blanket. He's on night watch today so he won't mind. The worst that could happen is that he and Sanji will fight about it the next day. You went back into the room and threw the big green blanket over the two of you. And to sweeten things up, you cuddled near Sanji, providing extra warmth.

However, despite being so cozy and warm, Sanji still couldn't fall asleep. You both were desperate now. Everything you tried didn't work. You tried tiring him out by doing some midnight training, a hot shower, a quick snack, EVERYTHING. And yet, the blonde haired cook still couldn't sleep.

"Give it up Y/N... This useless... Go to sleep... I don't want you tired tomorrow because of me... Besides, we have a long day tomorrow..." Sanji said pushing you back into bed despite your resistence.

"No Sanji, I'm not sleeping until I know you are asleep beside me..." You reply, sitting back up.

Sanji sighs, "But we tried everything mon amour..."

You smirk slyly, "Not everything..."

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"NO! There is NO way I'm letting that perverted skeleton into our room!" yelled Sanji, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. You and Brook are best friends and nothing more. Yet, Sanji still gets jealous.

"Trust me Sanji, this will help you..." You pleaded, making puppy eyes.

Sanji groans, but relents, "Fine, but if that skeleton so much stares at you, I'm kicking him..."

When Brook enters your bedroom, you requested him to play some soothing music on his violin. He compiles and plays a melodic tune to help Sanji fall asleep. Almost immediately, Sanji's eyes grew heavy. You grab him by the shoulder and pulled him into bed beside you.

"Sleep baby..." You whisper into his ear, tracing random patterns onto his back.

"I love you mon amour... Good night...."

Those were the last things you heard from Sanji before snores came from him. You smiled and snuggled closer to the blonde.

"Good night babe..."

And with that, you two fell into a deep slumber, Brook's soothing music playing in the background.

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And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy this anon! Please sent in any more request you have! You can even request other characters! I'm going to go work on my other Sanji asks now!

Link to the song Brook is playing:

[page-2-ids]

Romiecideca|Romiecidica: A gender related to black roses, red roses, white roses, skeletons, satin coffin lining, cursive love letters signed in blood, black velvet gloves, death, funerals, weddings, true love, and the lyrics “'Cause nothin' lasts forever || Even cold November rain” and “Romeo and Juliet || Are together in eternity”. Romeo and Juliet style suicide situations or pacts, ornate daggers, ornate vials of poison, and blood are also themes in this term. It could also be related to the songs November Rain and (Don’t Fear) The Reaper, though it doesn’t have to be. Some also may experience this gender through an Amourtus lens/as an Amourtus gender, though that won’t apply to all users.

The name comes from a mix of Romeo (rom), Juliet (ie), suicide (cid[e]), and -ica a suffix for musicagenders

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term

This was for the first day of my coining event! Prompt: November Rain (Guns N’ Roses) // (Don’t Fear) The Reaper (Blue Oyster Cult)

Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽

Pronouns:

Blood/Blood/Bloods/Bloods/Bloodself

Da/Dagger/Dagger/Daggers/Daggerself

Dag/Dagger/Dagger/Daggers/Daggerself

Dagg/Dagger/Dagger/Daggers/Daggerself

Dagger/Dagger/Dagger/Daggers/Daggerself

Dagger/Dagger/Daggers/Daggers/Daggerself

De/Death/Death/Deaths/Deathself

De/Death/Deaths/Deaths/Deathself

Dea/Death/Death/Deaths/Deathself

Dea/Death/Deaths/Deaths/Deathself

Death/Death/Deaths/Deaths/Deathself

Fe/Fear/Fear/Fears/Fearself

Fea/Fear/Fear/Fears/Fearself

Fear/Fear/Fear/Fears/Fearself

Fear/Fear/Fears/Fears/Fearself

Fo/Forever/Forever/Forevers/Foreverself

For/Forever/Forever/Forevers/Foreverself

Fore/Forever/Forever/Forevers/Foreverself

Forev/Forever/Forever/Forevers/Foreverself

Forever/Forever/Forever/Forevers/Foreverself

Forever/Forever/Forevers/Forevers/Foreverself

Fu/Funeral/Funerals/Funerals/Funeralself

Fune/Funeral/Funerals/Funerals/Funeralself

Funer/Funeral/Funerals/Funerals/Funeralself

Funera/Funeral/Funerals/Funerals/Funeralself

Funeral/Funeral/Funerals/Funerals/Funeralself

Ju/Juliet/Juliets/Juliets/Julietself

Jul/Juliet/Juliets/Juliets/Julietself

Jule/Juliet/Juliets/Juliets/Julietself

Juli/Juliet/Juliets/Juliets/Julietself

Julie/Juliet/Juliets/Juliets/Julietself

Juliet/Juliet/Juliets/Juliets/Julietself

No/November/November/Novembers/Novemberself

Nov/November/November/Novembers/Novemberself

Nove/November/November/Novembers/Novemberself

Novem/November/November/Novembers/Novemberself

Novemb/November/November/Novembers/Novemberself

November/November/November/Novembers/Novemberself

November/November/Novembers/Novembers/Novemberself

Poi/Poison/Poisons/Poisons/Poisonself

Pois/Poison/Poisons/Poisons/Poisonself

Poise/Poison/Poisons/Poisons/Poisonself

Poiso/Poison/Poisons/Poisons/Poisonself

Poison/Poison/Poisons/Poisons/Poisonself

Ra/Rain/Rains/Rains/Rainself

Rae/Rain/Rains/Rains/Rainsefl

Rai/Rain/Rains/Rains/Rainself

Rain/Rain/Rains/Rains/Rainself

Ray/Rain/Rains/Rains/Rainself

Ro/Romeo/Romeos/Romeos/Romeoself

Roam/Romeo/Romeos/Romeos/Romeoself

Rome/Romeo/Romeos/Romeos/Romeoself

Romeo/Romeo/Romeos/Romeos/Romeoself

Ve/Velvet/Velvets/Velvets/Velvetself

Vel/Velvet/Velvets/Velvets/Velvetself

Velv/Velvet/Velvets/Velvets/Velvetself

Velve/Velvet/Velvets/Velvets/Velvetself

Velvet/Velvet/Velvets/Velvets/Velvetself

Names:

Amo

Amour

Blanc

Blanca

Blanco

Darling

Dear

Eternity

Eternus

Fleur

Funera

Infinity

Juliet

Lyric

Lyrica

Mort

Mortis

Mortus

Mortuus

November

Rain

Reaper Romeo

Rose

Sangua

Velvet

[cupidsdescendant]

"Roses won't bring you back"

okay. I know I said I hate Spy but I've been listening to La Vie en Rose from Bioshock and....my heart has been aching to write a sad French drabble. Listen to the song while you read! You'll get the best experience. promise ;)

“Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude.”

You believed that you were in a loving relationship with him. Yes, he had a reputation and the gossip had made you believe he was immoral, but he was a charmer and he caught your heart like a fish on a wire. You didn't know during the entire relationship that was filled with sweet kisses, slow dances during the sunset, and promised tenderness there was another woman. She sat on her rococo chair and gazed at the glistening lake that had stars sparkling off the reflection and the moon piercing through her heart, knowing that at a time like this, he was still out there and not home. The clock ticking had reminded the other woman that he wasn't coming back. The smell of his cigarettes faded, stronger smells taking over and she realized she became an afterthought, a memory. An experience. You never knew that she existed and when the rumors had spread around town the ache in your heart doubled. You weren't just backstabbed by him, you also backstabbed an innocent woman without even knowing. Spy had packed his bags and never came back. He knew what he had done was wrong, but he didn't care too much about the feelings of the people around him. Years of assassinating and killing people it didn't mean much to him whether someone would weep themselves to sleep. But when Spy had gotten a letter from your father, begging him to come home he knew something was wrong.

There you were in your casket. Family and friends lined up to give their condolences to your husk. He anticipated his turn as he let his cigarettes turn to ash in the men's restroom, For the first time in years you would see him without his balaclava or see him in general. His eyes outlined the blue tiles of the floor and he imagined your face again. Your smiles and your lips, every intimate moment you had with him, the secrets that escaped your mouths. With the last draw of his cigarette, he crushed it, took a deep breath, and grabbed the bouquet of roses. His apology for everything. They were deep red and smelled delicate. The floral scent followed Spy with each step to the doors where the service took place. The door creaked open and he stuck his head inside to find everyone staring at him. Their faces changed emotions once they realized the man in front of them. Judgment lingered as he walked down the aisle. He wanted to cry out that he was sorry, that he was stupid and young, all he wanted to do was tell every single soul that knew what he did "imsorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry. "imsorrysorrysorry" for lying to your family "imsorrysorrysorry" for lying to your friends "imsorrysorrysorry" for breaking his promise

He could get on his knees and apologize to everyone in the room except you. He can give everyone around him an explination and tell his side of the story but it will never be you. The person that deserved to know everything.

He'd lay the bouquet on the corner of your casket and stared at your life-less body, allowing guilt to take over. He couldn't bury his past any further, it struck the bottom of its grave, so the only thing he could do it bring his skeleton out and take responsibility. Spy knew it would fall on deaf ears but with a final whisper "Je suis désolé mon amour. les roses ne résoudront rien." (I am sorry my love. Roses won't fix anything.)

he let your soul rest. Again, this was just a little drabble <3 Hope you lovelies enjoyed it! I have a lot of works in the drafts but I just had to get this out of my system lol. Have a good day!

[spilledbykat]

This is Halloween || CL16

Summary: You start to decorate for Halloween, and go a little overboard.

“I miss you,” you sigh as you stare at your phone. Charles smiled back, leaning against his hotel pillow.

“I miss you too, mon amour. I wish you could have come with me this weekend.” He frowned a little.

“I know baby. I’m sorry, but I can’t miss this exam. But, luckily, this is my last lab course. The rest are online.” You grinned at the thought of being at more races again.

“I know, ma cherie. But I am so proud of how close you are to finishing your schoolwork—“ Charles’ eyes caught on something behind you, making him freeze. A grin curled over your lips, and you slowly turned to follow his gaze.

“What?” you teased. Charles blinked hard.

“Y/N, what is that behind you?”

“Oh, this?” You tugged on the skeleton foot on the wall beside you. “This is Lloyd, the friendly neighborhood skeleton.”

“Skeleton? And how many pumpkins—“

“Charles, you know Halloween is my favorite holiday!” You defended, pulling your pumpkin pillow to your chest.

“Can we talk about this?” Charles asked, laughing a little. “It looks like a Halloween cyclone went through our home!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. You sat up, exposing even more decor. But, much to your amusement, Charles started to accept your artistic talent.

“Ok, but there better not be any pumpkins in the toilet,” Charles scolded with a giggle.

“Not in the toilet, but I got some pumpkin spice hand soap.” You beamed. “It smells good.” Charles simply rolled his eyes.

“Alright, I need to go to bed. Goodnight, my Pumpkin Queen.” Charles winked, making your heart skip.

“I love you too. Goodnight.”

You ended the call, clutching one of the pumpkin pillows to your chest. A childish giggle left your lips as you thought about Charles coming home to the Halloween wonderland you had created. He had only seen a glimpse of your genius.

[blaiddfailcam]

Ensha makes me question if he's a one who lives in death or just an undead skeleton

He seems sentient compare to the Those Who Live In Death,who act like mindless skeletal zombies to me

His title "Royal Remains" seems to indicate he was of royal blood when he was alive

But I can be wrong since according to his amour's description, it's made of the bones of a king named Ensha. So if the skeleton wearing the amour is the same Ensha, that wouldn't make sense at all,since a skeleton can't wear something made of it's own bone while looking intact like that. So the title Royal Remains could indicate the armour,not the wearer

It's entirely possible Ensha of the Royal Remains may just be an unknown skeleton who wears an armour made of the bones of a King named Ensha and it took that name

It's not unusual many characters shared the same name in a fictional work,look at ASOIAF,ppl get confused by the repeated names of the characters all the time

Yeah, Ensha was a "soulless king," similar to Godwyn when he became the Prince of Death. The person wearing his bones is otherwise unnamed, but adopts Ensha's name, for whatever reason.

I assume the real Ensha must have "lived" long before Godwyn's death. Gideon Ofnir is supposedly one of the very first Tarnished to have returned to the Lands Between, and we know the earliest of the lot likely arrived prior to the Shattering (during the age of King Consort Radagon). While the Rune of Death is responsible for the appearance of Deathroot in the Lands Between, that isn't to say some individuals might have been born without souls to begin with.

It's definitely something worth pondering...

[squad3-sevcase]

I Know Your Heart Masterlist | Chicago Fire — Kelly Severide x Casey!OFC

Master post of all links for IKYH. Enjoy! 💜

**This fic is a loose rewrite of Chicago Fire. Certain storylines will be omitted for plot purposes.

Summary: As the younger sister of Truck Lieutenant Matthew Casey, Becker Casey is the shining star of Chicago Firehouse 51’s Rescue Squad 3. Following an impromptu six week leave of absence, Becker returns to work in the wake of tragedy.

Fighting to keep her head above water, Becker faces betrayal, sacrifices, and the ghosts of her past as she works to keep certain skeletons locked in the closet. But with her brother and her best friend, Squad Lieutenant Kelly Severide there to carry some of the weight, Becker soon learns that the strongest hearts don’t stay broken forever.

Pilot: part one, part two, part three

Mon Amour: part one, part two

Reconciliation: part one

Professional Courtesy: part one, part two

One Minute: part one, part two, part three

Hanging On: part one, part two

[inkstone-dragon]

Hihi, Rae! For the ice cream ask, I'm curious about: french vanilla, chocolate, cotton candy, pistachio, cookie dough, neapolitan, salted caramel, and chocolate fudge. Thanks!

french vanilla— what’s something you want to tell your followers?

Honestly, if there's something for me to say to everyone following me here on this lil' personal blog it's this: go tell everyone you love that you love them. Go do it right now, for exactly no reason. The people you care about deserve to know they have that love, and offered to them with no trigger or caveat. It wasn't earned or 'remembered', just said in truth.

chocolate— what song is stuck in your head right now?

Reset Rewind by Unlike Pluto. I listened to that one like, as part of a small cycle of songs to power me through that Michael Myers horror fic skeleton from the other day and so it's just... here, hanging out.

cotton candy— do you prefer savory or sweet food more?

Sweets. I love savory stuff, don't get me wrong, but I don't have 'a sweet tooth', I have at least half a jaw of sweet teeth.

pistachio— which do you prefer: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Probably dinner. I grew up really bad with my eating habits and it's never really gotten better, and dinner is the only meal I still regularly eat. As for what dinner is, it's literally anything. If I eat it at the end of the day it's dinner now. Pancakes and bacon? Dinner. Turkey sandwich? Dinner. Chili colorado? Dinner. So long as it's the last meal of the day it counts.

cookie dough— do you prefer jewel tones or earth tones?

Jewel tones and I blame my corvid-dragon instincts. I want actual jewels, so jewel tones strike so many chords in me.

neapolitan— do you have a favorite scent? scents that you like in perfume, in candles, and in general?

Look. I cannot overstate how many scents I like. I have 36 body sprays, 5 scented lotions and 7 hand creams. The list of scents I dislike is so much shorter. Light florals are lovely, sweet scents, anything properly fruity is nice.

Off the top of my head of my massive collection from Bath and Body Works here's the first that come to mind: Dark Kiss, Paris Amour, Sapphire Moon, Midnight Pomegranate, Velvet Sugar, Black Cherry Merlot, Dahlia, Sunkissed, Bubble Gum Pop, Tokyo Lotus & Apple Blossom, Golden Magnolia, Plumeria, and Into The Night.

salted caramel— what color and shade would you describe your eyes?

Probably a grey-green. A forest fog.

chocolate fudge— would you prefer a stargazing date or a picnic date?

Both honestly have their own charm, but if I had to chose just one I'm going with stargazing. I've even written a fic around stargazing with a loved one, and the idea seems so sweet. Making up new constellations with each other, ones to weave stories around over the course of your relationship, doesn't that sound perfect?

[isabellafm]

GO MIN SI, 21, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER. — Is that ISABELLA CHOI? A SOPHOMORE originally from MANHATTAN, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study ART HISTORY AND FRENCH STUDIES. They’re THE NEPO BABY on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

— PINTEREST. — SPOTIFY. 

HEADER PSD. INTRO PSD. 

— CHARACTER INSPIRATION.

Lux Lisbon (The Virgin Suicides), Margo Tenenbaum (The Royal Tenenbaums), Daria Morgendorffer (Daria), Estella Havisham (Great Expectations), Anya (The Midnight Club), Rebecca Doppelmeyer (Ghost World), Darcy Lewis (Thor), Rue (Princess Tutu).

— AESTHETICS.

lipstick stains on a Diet Coke can, brass brushed hand mirrors, the echo of an empty theater, baby pink leg warmers, little white lies, long museum dates, empty wine bottles, showing up late with a large coffee, the lingering scent of Chanel No. 5, Greek tragedies, stacked gold jewelry, vintage designer handbags, book pages worn from multiple reads.

— RECENTLY PLAYED.

Amy Winehouse, Me And Mr. Jones.

Mitski, Drunk Walk Home.

Videoclub, Amour plastique.

Joep Beving, Sleeping Lotus.

Fiona Apple, Left Alone.

Hozier, Shrike.

Delibes, Coppelia: Act I - Ballade.

Tchaikovsky, The Sleeping Beauty, Op. 66, No. 4h - La fée de lilas.

— RELATIONSHIP TO GREER.

The roommates seemed like a duo from hell, both legacy students from Manhattan, daughters showered in privelege and beauty and secrets. Their fathers brushed shoulders at Manahattan dinner parties, and their mothers gossiped over brunch. They appeared to be friends since childhood, to anyone on the outside, or within their social circles, but there was always an emotional wall built between the two. Maybe because of the way Greer could never hide from Bella, never fully, and never her secrets, not even behind a locked door. Isabella was too observant, too aware, and all too keen on judging whoever came and went through suite 208. There was an arragement between the pair: as long as the space was respectful, clean, quiet in the mornings and calm in the evenings, the secrets would die on their way into the hallway. Bella knew she needed Greer, whether or not she liked the fact, and Greer knew she needed Bella, all the same.

— SKELETON TROPE.

Isabella ached an escape from her family name since she could remember, desparate for fame and a ballet career all of her own. Her mother’s family is known across South Korea, generations of wealth sparked by the country’s industrial revolution, and her father is known around New York City as an accountant for the elites. Their business deal of a marriage created their only daughter, their prized possession. Bella can admit she had it easy, best ballet academies and tutors to help with the endless missed school days, but she never planned to apply to Ogden, the way her father had, until a knee injury ended her dreams. A large donation to the school’s cultural studies department, and wouldn’t you know it? Easy acceptance, and now, she’s on her way to whichever arts related job she could wish for, thanks to her family names. 

— GENERAL.

FULL NAME: Isabella Areum Choi.

NICKNAMES: Bella, Iz, Ari (family).

BIRTH DATE: July 11, 2001.

ZODIAC: Cancer sun, Capricorn moon, Pisces rising.

ETHNICITY: Korean.

NATIONALITY: American.

LANGUAGES: English, Korean, French, German, Japanese.

ORIENTATION: Heterosexual heteroromantic.

— PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT: 5′5 / 167 cm.

HAIR COLOR: naturally black, currently with brown highlights throughout. 

EYE COLOR: dark brown.

TATTOOS: 111 on her inner forearm; ballet slippers on her ribcage; simple heart on her inner, left pointer finger.

PIERCINGS: first earlobe piercing on each ear.

CLOTHING: feminine and tacky; ballet and 90′s inspired, lots of florals; long skirts, frilly socks, mismatched patterns; tights and leg warmers; gold jewelry and a daily gold cross necklace (yes, insert religious trauma); doc martens, vintage handbags; whites, tans, browns, pinks. 

MAKE UP: a natural look; claw clips, messy pony tails, and pigtail braids; lip gloss and mascara; highlighter and cream blush for special occassions; also a fan of a lip tint or lipstick.

— PERSONALITY.

POSITIVES: passionate, devoted, intelligent, thoughtful, creative, trustworthy, insightful.

NEGATIVES: pessimistic, dramatic, pretentious, morbid, secretive, blunt, sarcastic.

SKILLS: crying on command, ballet, sewing/hemming. 

HOBBIES: practicing ballet, reading, yoga, listening to podcasts, jogging, watching films that make her cry, collecting vintage purses, currating oddly specific spotify playlists, daydreaming.

EXTRACURRICULARS: book club, art club.

EXTENDED: Bella has a soft heart underneath the staged exterior, though there’s very few to see the sensitive side of her. She can be patient, but stern with those close to her, caring for them in a way she craves to be cared for. She’s one for some tough love and blunt advice. Not the most cheerful person, she’s often quiet and reserved, preferring to speak with intention rather than to fill the silence. Her sarcasm can fly over people’s heads with her dry delivery, and she’s the type to give an answer as a joke before offering the truth. Hyperboles are common in her language, and frequently, she’ll enjoy drama for the sake of drama, confusion for the sake of confusion. She’s very closed off, even to people who have known her for years, yet those very close to her would know how lonely she is. She’s beginning to find comfort at Ogden, away from the constant purpose that was ballet, but at the end of the day, even if she won’t admit it to herself, she seeks acceptance amongst her peers.

— ABOUT.

Isabella comes from two lines of wealth, her mother’s family wealth spanning decades in South Korea and her father’s family wealth found working as a hedge fund manager. Anyone who’s anyone would know of the union of the Lee and Choi family and how it brought the Lee’s influence into America.

Her family’s the type to buy impeccible art pieces only to safely tuck them away in storage, own the building where they live in the penthouse suite, and slide through life on the zeros in their bank account. Their daughter never asked for anything, because it would be given before she asked. 

Since birth, a precious only child, Bella’s been sheltered away from the ugliness of the world. Sure, she was displayed at dinner parties and large gatherings, but her parents always kept her at arm’s length from many of her peers. Not that she’d have time in her schedule, anyway. Once her mom adored the idea of a ballerina daughter, her days began and ended with ballet lessons, tutoring and French lessons sprinkled into any spare moments.

She grew up with an intense adoration for the arts, and any kind she could get her hands on. Film, music, literature, theater, dance, opera — it consumed her, especially anything dreadful or emotional. As well as her dream of being a prima ballerina. There isn’t much of a story to tell, after all. She ate, slept, and breathed ballet, even regularly missing school and important social events doing so. Proms, dances, birthday parties, Christmas vacations; she wasn’t always allowed such luxuries, because she had to practice, of course.

Freshly 18, the dream she envisioned came falling down. Patellar tendonitis, or “jumper’s knee,” halted everything she’d been working towards, including her acceptance into Juilliard. Sure, she’d be able to dance, stretch, move, be active, with some physical therapy, but going up en pointe? Isabella had to tell her mother that she’ll never see her on stage ever again. Her last pair of pointe shoes are still hanging above her bed, in her dorm room.

Good thing daddy’s alma mater was easily swayed with some donation money, and Bella chose to study art history, maybe find a job at a museum or become a collector, like her mother. She’s still lost on her new dream, because her entire life revolved around the one thing she fully lost. With no more audience to impress, it was a fresh start, and it was frightening.

Things had begun to go well, a roommate that boosted her social status and a bunch of peers who fluttered at the thought of her family’s money. Until Greer went missing. Bella’s left confused, concerned. At first, she laughed; of course Greer took off. Sounds just like her. Now, the situation is no longer funny. She never thought she’d miss having a roommate, but her phone’s constantly on the news pages.

Currently, she’s trying to get through the semester, same as everyone else: spends her mornings in her daily routine, practicing ballet at the private ballet barre in her bedroom, attends her seminars and lectures, and secretly enjoying all the parties and events the school throws. 

[the-milk-anon]

Hey mein Schatz ✨

How was your day ?

For the ask game, I'm curious about "nutmeg" - but if someone already asked, it will be taro then ;)

Lots of love & kith 😘🥰

bonsoir mon amour 💜

my day was quite boring apart from my 1.5-hour-long battle with the office printer (the printer won) 😅 how was your day? i hope you and your family are doing well :3

i haven't been asked about that yet so i'll answer both for you hehe

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

all in all my room used to be pretty minimalistic but lately a lot of decorations *cough* empty monster cans *cough* have accumulated lol - they actually look rly nice imo

the furniture in my room is made of some light brown wood (i forgot which one it was 😅) the only part of my room i've put any effort into is my desk bc it's my gaming space lol i also have led strips in my room for the vibes hehe here's a little picture of my desk aka the spot i spend all of my free time at

the wallpaper is animated so the sakura petals fall down :3 (also my babygirl dabi looks so good here)

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

ok this one is a lot harder to answer it honestly depends on who calls - if it's one of my friends i just haven't talked to in a bit i'd mostly just tell them about my new job and some silly office stories

however if it's someone from school oh boy 😅 a lot has happened since then and i changed so much they prob wouldn't recognize me

there would be so much to cover from how i dropped out of uni bc of my mental health going downhill (which most of them didn't even know about), how i took 2 years off to properly recover and how i found my new job

if i were to tell them that my workaholic self is long gone and i have no aspirations in life except collecting 2d husandos and waifus they would prob think i've been replaced by an imposter 😂

i met some of them like a year ago and they were speechless already when they saw that i have tattoos now and drink monster lol they haven't even seen my half-green hair yet and they still don't know about it

so yeah if we would meet again any time soon and i show up wearing my skeleton/satanic print shirts with my beloved harnesses and combat boots they might just lose their minds 😅

and before i forget here’s a kith for you 😘

[theunboundwriter]

Musical Asks Challenge

Thanks for the tag @itsbrittbeyotch I had a hell of a time.

A fun little game to see the diversity of your music taste.

Rules: Do NOT repeat songs and ONLY use songs that you have listened to in the last 6 months

1. Songs you like with a color in the title

Blu - Jon Bellion

2. Songs you like with a number in the title

1980s Horror Film II - Wallows

3. Songs that reminds you of summertime

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine

I've Been Dead All Day - Bayside

Why Do You Feel So Down - Declan McKenna

4. Songs that reminds you of someone you would rather forget

Anna Sun - Walk The Moon

Bullshit - Dune Rats

5. Songs that needs to be played LOUD

Rob A Bank - Confetti

Feed The Machine - Dead Mans Poison

Blonde Hair, Black Lungs - Sorority Noise

6. Songs that makes you want to dance

I'm The One - DJ Khaled (feat. Justin Beiber, Quavo, Chance the Rapper & Lil Wayne)

Hollaback Girl (Metal Version) - Leo

7. Songs you must SCREAM

The Drug In Me Is You - Falling In Reverse

My Heart Needs To Breathe - The Faim

8. Songs to drive to

Sex Sells - Lovejoy

Rot - DBMK

Ma Chérie (feat. Kellin Quinn) - Palaye Royale

Especially You - Wallows

Sober - FIDLAR

9. Songs that makes you happy

Projector - Set It Off

Another Song About Tequila - Tequila Mockingbird, Bohnes, Hudson Thames

Bella Ciao - Manu Pilas

10. Songs that makes you sad

Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men

Mother - Small Pools

Puff The Magic Dragon - Peter, Paul and Mary (Don't Judge Me)

Cancer - My Chemical Romance

11. Songs that you never get tired of

Shit Show - Peter McPoland

Straight Jacket - Theory of a Deadman

Life - Mother Mother

12. Songs that make you feel a certain way

All Time Low - Jon Bellion

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

Twin Skeleton's (Hotel In NYC) - Fall Out Boy

13. Songs that made your childhood

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

Hey Soul Sister - Train

Some Nights - fun.

Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye, Kimora

14. Songs you would love to be played at your wedding

Just My Soul Responding - Amber Run

15. Songs that are covered by another artist

I Got You - Train

Hot Girl Bummer - ANSON

Teenage Dirtbag - Cavetown, chloe moriondo

Evermore - Tethra

16. Songs that are not in your native language

ZITTI E BUONI- Måneskin

Amour Plastique - Videoclub

17. Songs from the year you were born

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

18. Songs you would sing duet with on karaoke

Men Are Trash - Scotty Sire (@itsbrittbeyotch Taco Bell drive thru flashbacks)

E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! - CORPSE, Savage Ga$p (@lexilouu yeah u know)

Carnivore - Bear Attack! (@bing1314 this has been stuck in my head for the past 8 years)

19. Songs that makes you think about life

Weak - AJR

Guns For Hands - Twenty One Pilots

20. Songs that have many meanings to you

I'm Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Next Up Forever - AJR

Think About Things - Daði Freyr

21. Favorite songs with a person's name in the title

Achilles Come Down- Gang Of Youths

Nancy Mulligan - Ed Sheeran

Ramona - Jukebox The Ghost

Judy You Hung The Moon - HARBOUR

22. Songs that move you forward

Fuck You World - Rare Americans

Riot - Hollywood Undead (this song makes me feel like I could fight God)

23. Songs you think everybody should listen to

King of the Clouds - Panic! At The Disco

Misery - blink-182

Spiderhead - Cage the Elephant

Summer Is A Curse - The Faim

24. Songs by a band you wish were still together

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da - Remastered 2009 - The Beatles

25. Songs by an artist no longer living

Wake Me Up - Avicii

26. Songs that make you want to fall in love

Someone To You - BANNERS

27. Songs that break your heart

This Isn't The End - Owl City

28. Songs by an artist with a voice you love

Gasoline - Halsey

House of Memories - Panic! At The Disco

29. Songs people would be surprised you listen to

To The Hellfire - Lorna Shore (the last few seconds of this song y'all)

Brutus - The Buttress (this song lowkey scared me the first time I listened to it)

30. Songs that remind you of yourself

Ghosting - Mother Mother

parents - YUNGBLUD

Bugbear - chloe moriondo

Sad Forever - Anthony Amorim

I invite anyone who sees this to join in! I had lot's of fun, but it literally took me about 3 hours

[voltaage]

HONEST ATTRACTION PROMPT

@v1r4l​​ asked:  😏😏😏 omg

How physically attracted they are to your muse

“Crypto is very cute; I would give him an eight. A nine when he smiles.” The mysterious, broody, bad boy, aesthetic Crypto has really works for Natalie. Maybe it’s due to the rather sheltered life she lived in the Canyon, being a goodie goodie, that excites and thrills her. Or maybe it’s due to her unconscious ‘I can fix him’ mindset. Either way, her fellow Legend’s current appearance is definitely something Natalie has found incredibly attractive. 

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

“To the point of it being obnoxious! Hehe! Under all that bravado is very sweet, kind, and sensitive, soul.” Romance always reigned supreme for Natalie. Sure, she experienced sexual attraction, but those feelings were always fleeting unless there was something of substance there. Trust, vulnerability, and respect were necessary, and she felt all those needs were met with Crypto. He shared his secrets with her, despite of her own ties. He let himself genuinely feel around her, rather than continuing to try and mask his emotions and thoughts. He treated her like an equal too; valued her as a fellow competitor and genius. She was head over heels for him. 

How often they would like to have sex with yours.

“Oh, I mean... Um. Often enough...?” Physical touch was a rather important love language for Natalie, especially with partners who potentially struggled to voice their affections. If she could not be 100% certain of their adoration, then kisses and closer, intimate, moments would surely settle any self doubt that tempted to rise inside of her. Crypto was also incredibly attractive to Natalie, so that certainly helped up the urges.

Where they would most likely have sex with yours

“Probably at my home? Or his apartment? Maybe... Maybe in our rooms in the dropship..? I-- I can’t say anymore-- it’s too embarrassing.” Most of the time, these kinds of things took place in the bedroom, so that was where Natalie expected it to happen. But she wasn’t opposed to different ideas-- maybe even intrigued and excited by them-- but she was a good girl and having those kinds of thoughts? She couldn’t. 

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed

“Would it be bad if I said I hope he’s not? I don’t have much experience and would rather learn together, so to speak. If he’s really good then there’s a sort of pressure, isn't there? Ahh, now I’m overthinking.”

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

“Mon coeur, mon amour, mon beau, honey, snookems. Anything that will make him smile or blush.” It ranges from sweet and romantic to silly and playful. Sex didn’t have to be completely serious and intense after all; it could be fun and mischievous. He wasn’t just her partner, but most of all her best friend.

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course )

“Maybe lingerie or costumes? Something fun to play with or look pretty for-- photos. Actually, um, how about we just skip this one--” Some light BDSM play that would allow Natalie to take charge and lead would be very fun for her. She’d like to see the organized and stoic man melting into a mess as a result of her touches or commands. Any kind of electrostimulation would also be something Natalie would be incredibly interested in-- though a little embarrassed and hesitant to bring it up. It’s a bit intense, thus leading it to be a kink that was often left as a skeleton in her closet.

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. )

“Something slow and sweet. I make love, not-- other stuff.” Natalie certainly wouldn’t be opposed to more quicker, heated sex, but as a default she liked to keep things soft and romantic. 

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. )

“I’d like to grow closer. Maybe one day live together. Maybe grow old together. But I’m happy with where we are now.” Natalie was in it for the long haul. She did not love partially; she loved whole heartedly. Flaws and strengths were accepted and cherished. Once he had let her near, it would be incredibly difficult to get rid of her.