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wordgirlexploration · 2 months

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i finally got the whole blog set up and fancified to my liking :3

now that that’s out of the way, hi, i’m ale, and design is my passion. i drew all of our refs for Exploration, and now i’d like to divulge some details about why we designed characters the way we did!

i’ll be going in lineup order, so feel free to pull those bad boys up and follow along :]

Cpt. Huggyface

at Raven’s request, we have made him look more like a creature. we really wanted him to look like no Earthling monkey, so that it was less obvious compared to Bob, the other monkey in Fair City.

we’ve removed his shirt. Huggy can change color at will, and blue is his most iconic color, so we decided to just. make him blue.

his lightning bolt insignia is also blue. this is because it isn’t actually an insignia, it’s a scar. it’s grown over with fur now, but the color changing is still a little off in that area.

we gave him an aviator's helmet because he is one. it was a lot more interesting than his original.

his antenna curves slightly because i thought it looked stupid sticking straight up.

another note on his antenna: it's not part of his helmet, it's his actual antenna.

WordGirl

we have her a ponytail for her ease of flying and fighting people. keeps it from getting in her face.

one little flyaway on her ponytail is star-shaped - because stars are WordGirl’s shape :]

we also gave her a star-shaped mask to make it easier for her to conceal her identity.

the neck of her cape is now a little turtleneck, it keeps her warm in those high altitudes.

her gloves and boots are based off how they look in the comics. also i like drawing defined shoes :]

WordGirl has blue eyeshines because she has a nictitating membrane, like a cat. also, her eyes are star-shaped because those are her shape.

her sclera are slightly yellowish, due to her powers. her eyes are also more of a dark red for the same reason.

you can't see them, but she has little fangs. adds to her alienness.

Becky

Becky has two upward flyaways on her head. this is because she has a bee motif (spelling bee), and those are the antenna

her headband has a small gold thing at the end, because it doubles as the headband for her helmet.

also has star-shaped eyes, but hers are slightly smaller, and less obviously noticeable.

has a bee necklace, because of her bee motif.

the pleated skirt was an accident i drew before looking at a reference. but i drew those pleats, so i had to keep them.

we gave her skirt pockets, because pockets are a nice thing for skirts to have!

we kinked her and Wordgirl's hair. she deserves curly hair with volume <3

Tobey

he has stupid hair. one of his cowlicks looked very awkward, so i decided to make it reminiscent of his robits antennae.

he has sectoral heterochromia - we agree that Tobey has heterochromia, but we agree slightly stronger that his eyes are blue.

his knees are a little scuffed up. i picture he's fallen off the robits a few times and scraped em.

his socks are lowered slightly. he's older now, so we thought his socks should be more reasonable.

Steven Boxleitner + Two-Brains + Squeaky

Steven's ref is chocked full of references to his fate as Two-Brains.

first is the tail-like flyaway on the back of his head. it's inspired by a comic character, and is meant to be reminiscent of a mouse tail.

the same goes for Two-Brains's two brain, it's shaped like a mouse to resemble Squeaky, and the flyaway of the hair tuft under it is meant to be her tail.

i noticed that Squeaky actually has a little bit of a snaggletooth, so i gave that, along with the normal mouse chompers, to Two-Brains.

his bowtie resembles mouse ears

on Steven, his lab coat sleeves are actually tucked into his long gloves. on Two-Brains, they are cut off.

Steven wears a button-up shirt tucked into his pants. Two-Brains wears a t-shirt.

Two-Brains belt is falling out, because Squeaky does not care for clothes and TB must put them on as fast as possible.

inspired by the same comic character as before, the tail of his labcoat is also meant to resemble the tail of a mouse.

Steven has dressy shoes, with spat-like coloring that matches with Becky's. Two-Brains has sneakers that are inspired by a lot of furry art i see where their toes are out - TB does not have his toes out, but the lines are meant to resemble paws.

Squeaky does not let TB tie his laces.

Squeaky herself resembles a dumbo rat, despite being a mouse. Her not looking like the ideal mouse is what lead to her being on sale.

Two-Brains has little chin whiskers, because mice have So Darn many. that's also what his little zigzag flyaway is meant to resemble.

Chuck

Chuck's lettuce is a bit more leafy and his eyes are dots to add to his innocent, cuteness factor.

Raven told me he has pickles, so i drew a little pickle on him.

Chuck has freckles that resemble the crumb of white bread. or he has a crumb that resembles freckles.

he has a turtleneck, we didn't think his ma would want him to go out without a sweater.

we couldn't figure out his shoes - so we decided to make them rainboots that look like green olives.

Butcher

we gave him blue eyes because it's good contrast.

i gave him a little face bandage because i thought it would be funny if he cut himself shaving.

i gave him a little chest hair. you can probably guess why :,]

gave him generic loafers based on a line where he mentioned his shoes not having laces.

Lil' Mittens

gave him mittens <3

he now has a little red collar with a bell, because i think once Butcher lost him once, he had to make sure he never lost him again. his collar is red because it's the meatiest color.

The Whammer

we once came across a furry wordgirl au, and started to think about what the other characters would be. obviously, we decided that Whammer was a bull. we decided to take that idea and run with it, and make him a cute little cowboy.

he has cow ears. Raven pitched the idea, and initially i put them on his helmet, and then where human ears would go. Raven eventually had to kick me and tell me to put them were cow ears would go. Raven was right.

i think cow eartags are really cute, so i had to give him one.

initially, i gave Whammer an anti-nursing tag on his nose. Raven thought it was too much and told me to make it a nose ring. you know, like a BULL.

i get nervous when a character design uses too many colors, and everyone agreed that Whammer's outfit was really ugly. so we decided to make it purple and orange, like his mask, to make those "his" colors.

Invisi-Bill

Invisi-Bill is a neat little creature, and ever since i started drawing him, i decided to give him elf ears for no real reason than to make him more creaturelike.

in A Questionable Pair, it's shown Invisi-Bill has his ears pierced. i look advantage of his long ears and gave him an earring with a chain.

he has I cufflinks because he's Invisi-Bill! yay!

he has a tooth gap because he is my favorite and i have a tooth gap :]

he has 2-tone wingtip shoes because he is my favorite i like 2-tone wingtip shoes :]

Big Left Hand Guy

blhg has slightly darker skin, because i think he's related to the stout, tan-skinned bank guard.

i gave him a cane based on a mention in the fanfic BLHG's Big Dilemma by DandyMaximilian. helps him not stand knocked over slightly.

he has one gay earring, based on the designs of rootbeertime. i just put it on the right ear. i think it's funny he would do that.

Ms Question

has yellow sclera, because that's the color her eyes were when she first got her powers.

i've seen at least two fanarts of her with question mark earrings, and i think it's really, really cute.

we thought that her little black wrist braces were silly. we decided to full-on give her black gloves.

Raven really loved the little gold trim of WordGirl's boots in the comics, and wanted to give this lady also with red boots the same touch.

The Coach

none of us really care for The Coach, so he is basically the same as canon. except for his cuffs!!! i had to fix his cuffs!! they were the wrong color!!!

Kid Math

when we decided to give Becky a bee motif, we also decided that Kid Math should also have a bug. we decided on making him a termite, because Hexagon is a math-based society, and architecture is pretty mathy.

we replaced his cape with wings. it adds to his alien nature. additionally, winged termites are young creatures who are sent out to scout for new territory. Kid Math is young, and it relates slightly to our arc for him.

he has hexagon-shaped eyes to contrast WordGirl's star-shaped ones.

he has compound eyes like a fly, and orangey sclera, to add to his buginess and alienness.

he has little fangs.

Mr. Big

mostly the same as canon, but i upped his bunnyness and fancied his shoes.

his tie is now striped to resemble his mind control beams.

i thought the little kerchief in his pocket looked ugly, so i replaced it with a itty bitty squishy bunny.

he also has bunny cufflinks :]

The Squishy Bunnies, i guess

i just made them cute. i couldn't bring myself to draw their canon designs

Leslie

basically the same as canon, but bunnyed her up a little. we thought it would be funny if Mr. Big had no dress code, aside from "one bunny item", so we gave her a bunny hairclip and bunny earrings.

her choker is black now because we didn't think the purple really needed to be there

Granny May

made her hair more curly, because she is a black woman.

made her pearls slightly more yellow, because they're old.

her pearl necklace has a little diamond shape on it as a button to turn into her metal suit.

made the band on her dress green and a bow, because we thought it was cute and old ladyish :]

gave her a cane, because she's a little older than she used to be. also, it's a new weapon against WordGirl

Colonel Mustard

gave him some hair back. mostly because i thought his exposed cheek was ugly, and figured i'd give him the paws back while i was at it.

Victoria Best

we thought it would be fun if she wasn't really blonde.

i lowered her pigtails and made her ties bows, because she's a little older now, and the bows were cuter.

at the request of Robin, she now has freckles to resemble her brother.

we gave her slightly pinkish nudey eyeshadow, because we felt like she would be the type to wear it.

her eyes are inspired by ocular albinism, her eyes are blue, but in certain lights, become red, like when her eyes glow.

her skirt is pleats now, like Becky.

we gave her mary janes, because they're kinda like Becky's silly shoes, but Better.

Lady Redundant Woman

we made her slightly paler, to resemble a blank piece of printer paper.

made her eyes CMY, like a printer.

her downward-facing eyelashes are meant to resemble ink dripping from her eyes.

canonically she has lips, but none of us thought the pink suited her. so we gave her a cute black upper lip, like ink.

we pinked her suit slightly to moreso resemble the magenta of a printer.

i made her belt a floppy disk. i just thought it'd be funny.

we gave her boots a white trim, because Raven thought her boots were white.

Maria, Charlie, Meatball

basically unchanged from canon

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tunabesimpin · 10 months

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A hearty congratulations on 800+!!! ^^ <3

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“A… Seaside party? How fun~ I have to go, of course. Ah— Bring a plus one? I wonder just who I’ll invite~ Oh, this is so exciting!! I don’t really go to these kind of things so often… But this seems like it’ll be wonderful. Now to get ready… Sunblock is a must. There’s simply so much to be done~!”

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Her plus one:

Silver (she got him to come with her legitimately just by asking, that’s all it took lollllll)

Favourite beach activities:

Bonfire in the evening, or drinking lemonade~

Outfit design idea!:

Blackish purple simple v-neck halter one piece, grey lavender sheer cover up ( only covering forearms, not shoulders-upper arms), dark metal arm ring

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Floofy light brown curly hair with an almost ponytail look because of headband (I thought it’d be really cute for her ^^)

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Also, black flip flops!! Feel absolutely free to make whatever changes though!!

Yuuri References!:

(Ref sheet) (Close up art)

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Thank you so much in advance, I’m so excited!! ♡♡✨✨

(And um— maybe… Some Yuuriver action…? Up to you though, and I never said this— (≧^≦) )

--- Diasomnia and Briar Valley aren't exactly known for sunshine and beaches, so taking the opportunity to wind down in the sun was enough motivation for Yuuri and Silver to take part in Tunas party. The day was quite fulfilling for the two, being able to pick and choose the activities as they went. However, the sun began to set and the chill of the evening was sinking in.

A few party goers suggested a bonfire to sing and enjoy food around as the final event of the day. Yuuri was delighted by the idea and so with Silvers company the two joined in on collecting wood and building the fire.

By the time everything was set up, Silver seemed to barely be awake. Having tried his best to be up most of the day he could no longer fight off the sleep. He yawned, "Yuuri, I'll save our spot here if you'd like to get something to eat." Having spent the last of their energy, it was no doubt the two needed some good refreshments. Yuuri nodded and went off towards the buffet.

It was quite crowded now as everyone seemed to be just as tired and ready to eat. Yuuri tried to break through the crowd, but decided it'd be better to just wait for the time being instead of fighting over food. Just as she was about to head back, she noticed Silvers soft sleeping figure. With an understanding smile, Yuuri grabbed one of the beach blankets from an empty spot. Sitting next to Silver she wrapped the blanket around them, getting comfortable near the fire. Maybe it was too hot for this, or perhaps it was just the blood rushing to her face. ---

Thank you for joining the event >V< I'm not the best at Silver content since tbh I still don't know enough about him;; I really should go back and read some of his vignettes someday TvT Sorry if this is ooc ;;

#tuna be talkin #souslesetoilesavectoi #tunasseasidesq #twst fanevent #event request #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst silver

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artzychic27 · 3 years

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In honor of the glorious pride month (Coming up soon), please enjoy these Miraculous Pride Headcanons!

Inspired by this post by @transvoltronhc

You a TERF? Fuck off, beeyatch!

Marinette- The Pan Trans Queen we all Need 🏳️‍⚧️

She/Her- Pansexual/Polyamorous

Every time Marinette inhales, a terf gets punched

Every time Marinette exhales, a trans kid gets a flag

She and Nathaniel supply the face paint

She’s very vocal at pride and gets super violent with protesters

Marinette: *Punching protester while her friends cheer* I don’t wanna see your disgusting face here ever again, you filthy pig! Same goes for the rest of you!

Terfs go to protest, walk away covered in bruises and with a tiny crush on the bluenette

Got into a muscle-flexing contest and won first

Dyed her hair the colors of the pan flag and walks around with a brightly colored, bedazzled trans flag cape

Supplies juice boxes and cookies for the pride kids

She and Marc pass out colorful binders, flower crowns, and starter makeup kits

Drag Queens and Kings LOVE her and are always giving her hugs whenever she walks by / She’s even been commissioned by them to make outfits for their next shows. The audience loved them

Alya- The Badass Pansexual Pirate 🏴‍☠️

She/Her but is not opposed to They/Them

Actually has dressed like a pirate with a sword the colors of her flag. Anarka was so proud

Will punch TERFs with their Pan bestie any day

Ships random people

Leaves many girls swooning as she walks by in her thigh high leather boots

Alya: Sorry ladies, I’m spoken for. *Kisses Nino*

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

One protester made a transphobic comment about Nino, and Alya immediately hit em with a frying Pan

The chaotic aunt of pride

Death drops are flawless!

Hands out phone cases they painted the colors of different pride flags

Born This Way is her anthem

Has many pride-themed superhero tank-tops ‘Super Gay 4 Super Girl’ ‘I’m Bi Man’ ‘Deadpool was at Stonewall’

Nino- The Insanely Cool Bi Trans Guy 😎🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him

Marinette made him a bedazzled cape so they could match

Mari and Kim’s brother in Transness

Dresses in hoodies no matter how hot it is

One of the mom friends. / Everyone wants to be adopted by him. / He once put everyone on baby leashes so they wouldn’t wander off

Everyone refers to him as “Trans DJ Jesus” because he wore sandals with a long curly wig one time. (To this day, no one knows why he did it)

Takes a five-minute break to Vogue with the drag queens

Supplies the music while skateboarding. He blasts every gay national anthem known to humankind

Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Kim are very protective of him. Once, a TERF pushed him to the ground. Alya, Marinette, and Kim beat up the TERF while Adrien treated his friend to some ice cream

Adrien- Shit! We lost the baby! 🏳️‍🌈😱

He/Him & She/Her- Bigender/Bisexual/Polyamorous

Can’t stop, won’t stop wandering off because he’s never been to a Pride parade before

He was surprised at how accepting his father was. Although, it probably had something to do with Nathalie and Gorilla threatening to expose him as Hawkmoth if he didn’t let Adrien go

The class goes ballistic whenever she goes missing and will interrogate anyone

Myléne: *Interrogating a drag queen* Are you hiding him in your wig?! / Marinette: Get her out! She’s so frail! Her dad doesn’t feed her! / Nino: Found him! He was getting ice cream. / Myléne: ... You are free to go.

Nino has to put him on a baby leash every time

Drinks the most juice boxes and eats the most ice cream

Can’t tell when he’s being flirted with / Rando: Hey, cutie. / Adrien: ... My name is Adrien.

Bigender legwarmers, bracelets, and headbands

Dresses in pastels every year, and people just wanna hug him / He's happy to oblige and will hug anyone / Vows to hug the hate out of protesters

Every time Adrien smiles or laughs, a transgender child is accepted by friends and family and then gets a flower crown

Keeps getting asked if she and Marinette are dating. / Adrien: No, we’re just shopping buddies. (Secretly wishes for more)

A girl once asked if he was Cinderella when he wore a blue headband, and he immediately said yes. Now every week for Pride month, she dresses as a different Disney Princess

Nearly fainted when Marinette and Luka entered a flexing contest and Luka’s sleeves tore

Kim- Mari and Nino’s Bi brother in Trans Pride🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him & They/Them- Gender nonconforming

Kim: I’m a guy, I like blouses and heels, deal with it, people!

Kim/Mari/Nino: Bedazzled Cape Squad!

Muscle shirts and converse sneakers / Has a tank top that reads, ‘I flexed so hard the sleeves came off’

Got into a muscle-flexing contest against Luka and Marinette and got third place (No one beats Marinette)

Also can’t tell when they’re being flirted with

Alix and Max convinced him to dress in drag, and he went all out. Now he has the respect of many drag queens. And every pride parade, he wears heels and a huge wig

Gives everyone (Mainly Max) piggyback rides

Asked Max to be his boyfriend at one pride parade, and people thought it was so cute! They named that day, ‘Kimax Day’

Max- Not a Robot, I’m Agender 🤖

They/Them

Has many pride tank-tops and pins with puns / ‘Error 404 Gender Not Found’ ‘I Don’t Speak Binary Code’ ‘2/3 of the Invisible Trio’

Has Marinette paint their cheeks the colors of the agender and asexual flags

Has one of those digital backpacks with pixelated images on the front

Downloads Pride songs for Markov to blasts from their speakers

When they and Alix convinced Kim to dress in drag, Max may or may not have drooled a bit

Progress Pride Flag cape, socks, and nails

When protestors attack, Max goes all LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Once beat up a sleazy protester for... Feeling Kim down there / Max: *Hitting protester with a baseball bat* If you ever do that again, I will fit Markov with a laser and have them slice your rotten dick off!

Marinette and Nathaniel helped them make pride bracelets with the sexualities and gender identities written in binary code. The pride nerds LOVED them

Nathaniel: Our Beautiful BiRomantic Son 🎨

He/Him

He and Marinette paint everyone’s faces before every pride parade

Painted an asexual heart on his Bi flag and wore it as a cape

Cuffed jeans, boots, tucked-in shirt, beanie, pride buttons / Paints pride flags on his denim jacket and shorts

Marc does his makeup, and he looks fabulous

His grandma teaches him how to fight in case of violent Christian protesters / Grandma: Sweetie, you’re Jewish and Bisexual, the world is gonna tear you apart. Learn how to give a mean left hook.

Once took over a face painting booth, now he does it every Pride Month

Enters the 'Crush a watermelon between your thighs' contest every time and always wins first

Saw couples cosplaying as Mightillustrator and Inverser, and cried tears of joy

He and Marc cosplay as couples at every pride parade. The fan favorites are Keith and Lance, Tweek and Craig, and Michael and Rich

CANNOT have too much sugar or he goes crazy and wakes up with no memories of what he did

The next day after an intense sugar high, people were saluting as he walked by and calling him ‘General of the Bisexual Battalion’ / He’s not complaining or questioning it / He has an army now and will one day take over all of Europe. Then the world.

Marc: The Rainbow Flag has Taken a Human Form🏳️‍🌈

Nonbinary- He/Him & They/Them

A True Pride Legend

Born on June 1st at a pride parade.

A singer helped deliver him, his cord was cut by a sword Lesbian, he was swaddled in a drag queen’s glitter cape, and their name was thought of by a drag king

This moment was so beautiful that many protesters cried and decided to join the parade

Everyone will literally stop what they’re doing just to get a picture with them / Everyone loves Marc!

Got into a splits contest and won

Makes flower crowns and knits rainbow flag scarves to pass out to everyone

Certified Mom Friend

Does everyone's makeup

Loses his shit when his shorter friends get lost in crowds

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes then buys them ice cream / He and Nathaniel have adopted over fifty Pride kids who were kicked out of their homes

Joins Adrien in dressing like a Disney Princess. He SLAYED as Snow White

It may not seem like it, but Marc can throw a punch and fight with one hand right behind their back

Beat up a transphobic asshole for trying to “correct” a trans boy by forcing himself onto him. / They never did find the man’s body. In fact, all of his personal information was gone. Almost like he had never even existed... / Marc looks cute, but he can be terrifying when he needs to be

Alix: Two Out of 3 💚💜🖤🤍

She/Her & They/Them

Leaves many girls swooning as they skate by

Devious little shit

She doesn’t beat up protesters like her classmates. She pranks them until they cry / One year, they all ended up covered in rainbow glitter and pink feathers / Adrien and Rose help them make glitter bombs to throw at protesters, then they run away giggling

Wears sarcastic Pride shirts and black shorts with her roller skates

She and Jalil come out to their father every June

Alix: Father. I am AroAce! / Jalil: Also, I am gay! / Alim: Kids, I know. You’ve been doing this every year. / Jalil: Well... Thank you for being an ally!

This is the only time she’ll wear makeup / She wears it like war paint. Only it’s rainbow

Drinks the most juice out of everyone

Ships people with Alya. SHIPPING BUDS!

Myléne: Smol Asexual Bean ♠️

She/Her

Goes all out for Pride Month / Rolls around in glitter with Rose and Sabrina before every parade

Dyes her hair all rainbow / Wears a ‘Shakespeare was Here’ shirt with her asexual flag skirt

Has also beaten up homophobes and transphobes

Is the most vocal when it comes to putting those assholes in their place. Ivan has to hold her back sometimes

After an acephobe after they made certain comments (You ace folk know what I’m talkin ‘bout) She roundhouse kicked them / Every protester knows not to mess with the bohemian girl

Will blast The PROM soundtrack at max volume from her phone

Cosplays as musical characters. Veronica Sawyer was a fan favorite

Part of the “Where the Hell is Adrien?” Squad

Ivan: My Girlfriend is Stronger than Me, and it’s So Hot 💪😍

Prefers He/Him but is cool with other pronouns - Questioning his gender so isn’t using any labels right now

The responsible auncle

Mari and Alya’s partner in Pansexuality/ He can’t help if everyone is attractive, he just can’t!

Looks like he can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon role. Myléne on the other hand...

Has let Marc do their makeup and nails, and looks gorgeous!

Did drag. Slayed. Rocks those three-inch heels.

Tank tops and shorts club

Like Marinette, no one dares to flirt with him. Not because he’s out of their league, but because they’re scared of his girlfriend

Dyes his blonde tuft pastel pink every year

More pacifistic than her friends are when it comes to protesters, but if the right buttons are pressed, hell shall be raised

They join Alya and Alix in shipping random people

Rose: The Lovely Lipstick Lesbian💄

She/Her- Breaking lesbian stereotypes est. 2004

The kind aunt who supports all of her niblings

Has been going to pride with her dads since she was born/ One of her dads is a retired drag queen

Wears her rainbow fairy wings every year

Has a lesbian flag with dozens of girls' phone numbers written on it. / Doesn’t wear it anymore now that she has Juleka

Throws fistfuls of glitter at protesters and yells at them, “LIGHTEN UP!”

Sprinkles glitter on pride kids and tells them to sparkle

Marinette helps her make rainbow unicorn plushies to hand out to children every year

Dresses as Disney Princesses with Adrien and Marc. Princess Squad!

Bakes cookies to pass around

Drag Kings and Queens love this girl! She’s cute, loud, and carries glitter everywhere

Butch lesbians learn not to flirt with her after their encounter with Juleka

To piss of protesters, she dipped Juleka and kissed her for ten whole seconds / Rose: I bet your husbands don’t love you like that. / Drag Queens: BUUUUUURN!

Juleka: The Gay Witch 🖤🏳️‍🌈

She/Her & They/Them - Total lesbian

Was there when Marc was born, and will never forget that day. (She has an impressive memory, even as a baby)

They swore they saw a rainbow when he was born

Dresses as a witch and wears red eye contacts to every pride event so she freaks out protesters

Has actually cursed them / They just bought the spellbook off of Amazon

Carries around a rainbow parasol

Carries Rose under every threshold she comes across

Is a lot louder at pride events than on regular days

She actually sang Girls Like Girls up on stage, and everyone went wild

Sometimes wears suits

When they saw Rose being flirted with by some butch lesbians, they went ballistic / Now the butch lesbians are terrified of her forever

She and Luka help out with painting her friends’ nails and dying their hair

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride month

Luka: The Responsible Hot & Chaotic Auncle 💖💚💙

Agender- They/Them, He/Him, She/Her - Polysexual/Polyamorous

“For me, gender is like silence... I’m just not into it.”

Doesn’t really care what pronouns people use for him

Wears dresses to every pride parade. Anarka and Juleka have never been so proud

Is always doing drag cosplay. Marc and Nathaniel have never been so proud / They had people gawking when they did Jessica Rabbit cosplay

Purposely bends over in front of people, while wearing leggings, skirts, skinny jeans, or short shorts. Marinette, Kagami, and Adrien got nosebleeds

Marinette/Kagami/Adrien: Luka's ass in those shorts is a Godsend.

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride parade

The minute June starts, they’ll get up in the morning, grab their Polysexual flag, and just run around the city

Has been coming up with Pride songs to sing at protesters. Many of the songs insult them. / Luka: Okay! This one goes out to the trash behind barriers, it’s called, “Please shut the fuck up, you homophobic dildos!”

Got into a flexing contest and won second, but at the cost of their sequined sleeves

Asked Adrien, Marinette, and Kagami to be his significant others at a pride event. They all said yes

Has carried Adrien and Marinette on her biceps, and Kagami on her shoulders

Adrien: ... I marrying them first. / Marinette: Get in the back of the line, blonde wonder! / Kagami: Both of you move to the back.

Kagami: While You Were Busy Being Hetero, I Studied the Blade 🗡

She/Her - PanRomantic/Polyamorous

Surprisingly, her mother was very supportive. She even bought Kagami a rainbow sword / Turns out, Tamoe had a few flings herself. 😉

Kagami came out to the whole fencing team by wearing a pansexual-flag print fencing mask. Adrien squealed all through practice

She didn’t quite understand what polyamory meant and was confused as to why she had crushes on Adrien, Marinette, and Luka at the same time

After a bit of explaining and reassuring her that it was totally normal and not being disloyal to a partner, Kagami came to terms with being polyamorous

Tamoe allowed Kagami to go to her first Pride Parade. On the condition that she take her sword to ward off protesters

She was so overwhelmed and wasn’t entirely sure what to do until she found Marinette, Luka, and Adrien in the crowd with their friends

The four of them hung out together and got closer

Believes Adrien in pastels is one of the purest things on Earth

When Marinette and Luka entered the flexing contest, Kagami had to keep Adrien and herself from fainting

When Luka asked her, Marinette, and Adrien to be his significant others she tried to resist the urge to jump and squeal, but couldn’t hold it in

Likes it when Marinette wraps her trans flag around her. It’s so warm

Chased off a protester and TERF with her sword. They said some shit about Marinette being ‘fake’, Luka being ‘greedy’, and Adrien being a ‘pansy’, and she just snapped / While screaming in rapid Japanese, she chased about fifty protesters away. Her SOs were so proud.

Sabrina: The Ginger Gent 👑🏳️‍🌈

She/Her, He/Him in Drag- PanRomantic

Rolls around in glitter, as is a Drag tradition

Dresses in drag. / The Ginger Gent is her drag king name and she’s got like a glam rocker theme going on

Sequined leather jacket, coiffed toupee, glitter makeup

Started doing drag when she was twelve. Her dad supported her wholeheartedly and even entered her in junior drag contests. She took first place three times

Sometimes puts on private drag shows for Chloé. (Nothing weird!)

Marinette helps makes most of her costumes

Luka’s partner in Drag / Together, they kick ass and still look glamorous

A makeup expert (Next to Marc)

Roger taught her self defense / If you're going to Pride, learn to fight

Has taken down thirty protesters, his hair still looks awesome, and there's not a sequin out of place.

Chloé: The Badass Polysexual Demigirl 💖💚💙

She/Her and They/Them

Not really that attracted to guys

Best dressed. / Marc/Luka/Sabrina: She wishes!

Only allows Marc to do their makeup, no one else!

She has her own float in the parade / She passes out rainbow boas

Taking names and kicking butt

Has actually choked a protester with their flag and they don't do a thing about it since they're the mayor's child

Chloe: It pays to have political power. / Marinette: In this situation.

Doesn't tell people, but they came to Marinette, Nino, and Kim about gender stuff when they were questioning their identity

The day was spent teaching Chloe about the trans spectrum until she found the gender that felt right to her

Whenever Chloe gets excited, she makes out with the first girl she comes across. / Many young female protesters started questioning things when the blonde's lips grazed against theirs'

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The Worries and Woes of Heroic Hair

Y'all were busting out hair headcannons before I left, so I saved a few and wrote a fic for them.

Featuring:

Pre-maturely grey Twilight

Curly haired Legend

Long haired Four

(As well as a reference to long hair Sky)

Warriors had gained the unfortunate title of ‘pretty boy’.

In a group of beautiful men and boys that literally sent women swooning, no matter what world they were in, he’d somehow been labeled the “pretty” one. Never mind he was more mature looking than half of their number. Never mind that Legend and Hyrule looked like a pair of porcelain dolls hand painted by a master artist. Never mind that Wild literally had half of his world falling heels over head for him. No matter how many women in the War of Ages had gushed about the adult Hero of Time (much to Mask’s annoyance). And sure, let’s just forget that Wars had heard not one, but two princess’s complimenting Twilight’s ass.

Yeah, okay, he was the pretty boy, sure.

Maybe that was because he was the only one in the group that actually had any understanding of a little thing called personal hygiene! Honestly! Had no one introduced the vet to a bathtub when he was younger? Or Wild to a hairbrush? And Hyrule... oh Hyrule...

Honestly, it was a pain, trying to not say something to his brothers that might be taken as rude or offensive. At least his own two boys were a bit better. During the war he’d pounded some sense into their heads after scrubbing their ears clean enough that they could actually hear him when he spoke, and Time and Wind both showed some (although not much more than the others) level of personal grooming, even if it was the basic wash and brush that Wars had required of all of his soldiers.

The others though? He had been beginning to think they might be hopeless, but then he’d had a chance to do something about it.

“Wars?”

“Hmm?” Bright blue darted up from the journal Warriors had been writing in, meeting Wind’s pout with a soft chuckle at his baby-faced brother. One day, Wind would be as grizzled and scruffy as his grandfather (would be his grandfather) but for now he would take him time teasing the kid for his baby-face. After all, it wasn’t like he’d be getting another chance to get revenge on the man who’d teased him up to his wedding day for his “lack of masculine charm”.

“My hair is knotted. In the back.” Wind didn’t even bother waiting for a signal, instead just plopping down in the captain's lap and dropping a brush by his knee. And really, with how the war had gone, Warriors should have expected that.

Any injury that impeded movement meant Wars was helping his two boys with whatever was needed during the war, and near the top of that list had been brushing hair. Broken arm or sprained wrist or whatever Hyrule had diagnosed it as (he’d been a bit too wrapped up in helping hold Wild still so he and Legend could treat the kid’s crushed hand to hear the healer’s final word), he was always happy to help the younger hero sort out his problems.

At least Wind let him help, instead of sending him scandalized looks and rude signs at the mere mention of a bath, like Legend did, or simply darting away like Hyrule.

“Wind,” Sky frowned slightly. “You didn’t have to disturb Wars, any of us would have been willing to help.”

The sailor cocked a brow, leaning back into his touch as he worked over the knot with nimble fingers well accustomed to working through tangled golden curls. “Says the Hero of Eternal Bedhead.”

Crystal blue eyes darted up to messy bangs. “Is it really that bad?”

“Yes.” Sailor and captain deadpanned together, matching grins on their faces as they stared at the Skyloftian.

“Oh feathers.” Sky huffed, running his hands through his hair and looking at the two expectantly. “Is that better?”

Wind snorted. “Sky, you need a hairbrush for your bird’s nest.”

“But,” Sky cocked his head like a confused puppy. “I don’t have a bird’s nest?”

“He means that your hair is a mess.” He chuckled, pausing in his work to pat the ground at his side. “Here, I’ll do you next, ‘kay?” And bless Sky for being a patient and reasonable person, because at the very least the Skyloftian just sauntered over easily and sat hot-cross-buns on the ground beside him, watching lazily as he worked at the sailor’s messy hair.

“It’s not that bad,” The Sailor huffed. “You can’t honestly be taking this long.” The kid wasn’t fooling him though, Wind was leaning into the touch, almost slumped against his chest in a boneless pile of teenager.

“You’re dry as a desert.” He scolded softly in response, rubbing some of the bristly hair between his fingers. “I’ve told you salt water dries your hair out, you need to take care of it or it’ll never grow out properly.”

Wind shifted awkwardly. “I didn’t have time. I did try, I mean it! It just... We’re always so busy and...”

His hands were already reaching for his pack. “You’re lucky mine dries out too. I’ll need to get more in the next town, but I think this oil can last us both long enough to get you some again.”

“Oil?” Sky frowned thoughtfully. “What for?”

“Split ends and dry hair.” Came the practiced answer as he rubbed the substance in question over his hands and began to card it through the sailor’s parched curls. “I suppose you could say it’s like with birds. They have to oil their feathers to stay healthy, right?”

“Oh! Okay, yeah, that makes sense.” The Skyloftian mulled over the concept for a moment. “We need to do that to our hair?”

Long fingers stopped mid stroke, royal blue blinking slowly in the clueless sky child’s direction. “Oh, you poor, clueless bird-boy you, your hair must be parched!”

Wind’s giggles shook them both, but Sky simply looked hurt. “I try. How was I supposed to know?”

Fingers slick with hair oil curled to point at the other hero. “I am massaging this stuff into your thirsty scalp right now. Wind, move.”

The sailor tumbled, giggling from Wars’ lap, leaving Sky to stare down at the captain’s crossed legs. “I’m- Warriors I am not sitting in your lap.”

“I don’t expect you to.” Brush in one hand and bottle of hair oil in the other, Warriors moved to stand behind the Skyloftain. “Just stay right there and let me work, and I swear if someone else tells me to my face that they’re not taking care of themselves- Sky! Look at this!”

The Skyloftian shifted, trying to look for only a moment before huffing. “Warriors, I can’t see the top of my own-”

“When’s the last time you trimmed this?” Brittle tips crinkled under his fingers as he stared at the mess that was Sky’s hair. “Your split ends are horrible!”

“Crimson usually trims it for me.” Came the softly mumbled response, and Wars had to hold back an affronted squawk at the words.

“You’re entrusting the care of your hair to a bird? Sky, my lovely, my dear friend, my brother, what the actual Ladies?”

“He does a good job!”

“If you call this rat’s nest a good job! Honestly, it’s no wonder Legend finally agreed to let you cuddle him, he must feel right at home with this mess!”

“Ouch.” Sky huffed, crossing his arms loosely and pouting.

“That aside,” He began working the first knot out, fluffing Sky’s hair lightly in his fingers. “It’s a good color, nice volume too. Have you ever considered growing it out? Without the split ends?”

“Huh?”

Caramel hair parted easily in his hands, springy and soft despite the brittle ends. “You’d look fetching with long hair, Chosen One. My, imagine what Sun would say if she saw you!” Sky stiffened as the soldier ducked down, voice lowering and eyes glinting with mischief as he whispered in his friend’s ear. “If she wasn’t already swooning at seeing you again, she’d be dizzy at the sheer beauty.”

“Wars!” Long ears twitched, tellingly red as the Skyloftian battled a fierce blush.

But the captain was already lost in his rant, taking pleasure in making Wind continue to giggle as Sky whined softly in protest at his teasing. “I can see it now! You arrive fresh out of battle, sword in hand and hair whipping in the wind, cape swirling like the wings of the goddess herself! She sees you. Your eyes meet. You shoot her one of your dashing smiles and she stumbles back, breathless, and you have to dart forwards to catch her before she swoons away altogether, so bedazzled she is by your handsome visage!” He flourished with a smile, letting oiled locks fall over Sky’s eyes with a laugh as the Skyloftian blushed brighter, not bothering to shift his bangs and instead hiding behind them, trying and failing to hide a pleased smile.

Wind didn’t stop giggling until Sky had had to punch the captain in the leg to make him finally cease the teasing.

“Smithy,” Twilight’s laughter rung through camp as he brushed long bangs out of the smithy’s eyes, the younger hero still smushed against the rancher's side sleepily, headband askew and half hanging in his eyes. The boy’s hair curtained his face, falling back into place the moment Twilight lifted his hand again, producing rumbling laughter form the farm-hand. “Four, you- when in Ordonia’s name did you last trim your hair?”

“’s not that long.” Came the murmured reply as Four pressed his face further into Twilight’s side, nestling closer with an irritable huff. “Leave ‘lone, Twi.”

The smithy might have denied it but... his hair really had grown out.

It wasn’t really that apparent with the headband keeping it back, and Four was decent enough at keeping his hair out of his face. But headbands, no matter how trusty, didn’t stay up forever, and when one was as active as a Hero of Courage, it wasn’t uncommon to find one’s self with their hair swinging loose in battle. Not that most of them minded, Wild kept his hair tied carefully and Legend tucked all of his under a hat, meanwhile the others all had shorter locks that, other than the swishing of their bangs, mostly stayed out of their faces.

Four on the other hand...

Four’s headband had fallen loose into a mud puddle, and until he was able to clean it the smithy had been walking around like a sheepdog, bangs fluffing into his eyes and making the shortest hero huff in an annoyed manner as he kept swiping his bangs aside. Unfortunately, they weren’t long enough to tuck behind his ears, only to hang in his face and send him stumbling over and into all sorts of things with sharp yelps and soft swears as the hero closest to him would have to offer a hand or scoop up the small smithy again.

Wars didn’t say anything, but when Four finally approached him one evening, eyes flickering icy blue as he dashed his bangs out of the way and tugged at the scarf draped around the captain’s neck (the others’ favorite way of getting his attention he had found).

“Hey there, smithy, what’s up?”

“Cut them.” Four huffed, pushing the loose hair back again only to have them drift back over his glinting eyes, and then, as if an afterthought, he tacked on ‘Please?’.

Royal blue darted up to Sky, who smiled on the edge of the campfire, a knowing look in his eyes. “Did Sky tell you I could help?”

“No. I figured that out myself. He just... pushed me.”

Laughter bubbled up in his chest. “Ah.”

“So, can you help? Or do I need to wander around looking like a Mogma?” Sky could be heard muttering across the camp at that, and Four’s ears twitched as he huffed, clearly having taken offense at whatever had been said.

He nodded, a bit unsure why Four glared across the fire at Sky, but willing to help. Oh goddesses, was he willing to help; Four’s hair bugged him nearly as much as Wild’s did, and he had been dying to fix it for the smithy. He wasn’t sure what Sky had said, but he was thankful for the other knight’s willingness to aid him in his battle against poor hygiene, and if he could turn another hero with the power of a good haircut, well! “Anything you have in mind? Just what you had before, or...?”

“Bangs.” Four dropped down hot-cross-buns, just like Sky had the other day, in front of him, arms crossed and expectant as he huffed at his long bangs.

“Right.” His brush and scissors were already sitting at the ready as he reached out to gently push the hair out of his friend’s eyes. “You good?”

“Annoyed.” Four sulked. “I can’t see anything and Twilight has been called me a sheep-dog.” Accurate. “I just want my hair short again, but the last time I cut it, it looked like I was attacked by a cat.” The smithy shivered, clutching at his sleeves as he shook his head, hair falling back into his eyes as he did so. “I just let it grow after that, but the bangs bother me if I can’t push them back.”

“Noted.”

Four’s hair was a bit silkier than the others’, but similarly brittle, although that was likely due to the heat of the forge rather than sea salt and extended time in the sky. He didn’t even bother asking about oiling the locks as he worked, brushing out all of Four’s hair with care and sectioning out the bangs with the same amount of agonizing detail Legend put into his paintings or Wild put into his cooking.

“Hair cut?” Twilight called from across camp.

“You could use one too,” Four huffed, unmoving save for his eyes darted to glance over his shoulder. “Your hair is beginning to look like wolf ears, rancher. Wolfie might take offense that you’re stealing his look and come maul you.”

Chuckles sounded around the camp, Legend wheezing lightly while Time and Wild shared a look. Wars didn’t know what that was about, but he smiled as he worked, humming lightly under his breath as he clipped a bit here and a touch there, releasing the hair to stare at it, adjusting it a bit, taking another section in hand and snipping it, and repeating the whole process.

Four was still as a statue the whole time, occasionally humming along to whatever tune happened to be on Warriors’ mind at the moment, but otherwise as poised and picturesque as a statue as the captain worked over the smithy’s blond locks.

This close up, Warriors was beginning to wonder why they never met any lovely admirers of the smithy, Four was certainly not lacking in the looks department, and had the kid lived in his time he’d find himself having to beat off girls with a stick. Honestly, how was he the pretty boy here?

“Nearly done?” Came the patient hum, and he snapped himself back to reality as he brushed Four’s bangs back into place, trimmed and tidy, along with the rest of his short hair.

“Yep.” The scissors finally came to rest in his lap as he whisked away the cloak that he’d used to catch the trimmed hairs. “My, my, smithy, you almost look as if you were going courting! Legend, lend a man your shield for a tick, would you? Four needs to see his new cut.”

The veteran rolled his eyes, but the shield was offered readily enough when Four trotted his way over, and while the smithy looked a bit surprised that Wars had bothered to braid most of his hair out of the way during the cut, he didn’t look at all displeased.

Wars counted that as a win.

He’d run out of oil a few days ago, and already his hair was beginning to frizz in this thrice-forsaken heat.

Being born with curly hair was nothing of the blessing his mother had made it out to be, no matter how she liked playing with her ‘baby boy’s’ hair. Of course, his beloved liked it too, but he was going to chalk that up to being a woman thing, curls were a pain if they weren’t on kids, especially if they were eon him.

Thank Hylia that Lilith had taught him to straighten it all out, he would have been driven half out of his mind if he hadn’t been able to control it on his way through basic, and the teasing would have been so much worse than it actually had been.

As was, the captain was only too happy when they next came to his Castletown, and after he’d made sure the others were settled in the castle with his cousin, he’d gracefully made his exit and headed out to the town. Getting through the streets was a pain, his armor and scarf giving him away as the hero and practically inviting the whole market to start competing for his attention, along with the hundreds of shoppers who surged close with questions and thanks and admiration. Not for the first time, Warriors found himself thankful that he handled crowds better than many of his fellow soldiers, and even if all the attention was a bit much, he wasn’t overwhelmed like poor Wild would have been.

Oh heavens, the day they finally figured out how to explain the portals and heroes nonsense to the public to excuse the sudden aging of the Hyrulian Hero’s child, Wild was likely going to have to start wearing a hood or something when they went into town.

The dye shop was a way into the market, and it had taken quite the bit of fancy footwork to avoid stepping on anyone as he’d answered questions and received thanks from the enthusiastic, if not slightly push, people of Hyrule. If he closed the door of the shop after him with a sigh of relief though, that was between him and Gyssel, the shopkeeper.

“Back again, Link? Same materials as the last time?”

“If you please.” He nodded with a smile. “Though I might have a bit of a glance around, I’ve a friend in need of a few things.”

The old woman nodded with a chuckle. “Right then. Oh, and if you see those two lovely gents who popped in here earlier, would you be willing to lend ‘em a hand? Poor dears looked lost as two minish in a fairy pond when they stumbled in here, but I’ve been batting a thousand with the customers all day and haven’t had a chance to pop over and offer help. You know the shop same as I do, so, if you have a moment, could you check in on them while I wrap your things?”

“Of course.” He nodded, smiling his best as he moved towards the back wall.

The other voices in the shop were mostly those of tittering ladies and mischief making pranksters, all too young and too high to belong to the ‘lovely gents’ that Gyssel had been speaking of, and it wasn’t hard to trail the rumble of a man’s voice to the back of the store where the hair dyes were. He grinned as he rounded the corner, but froze when he found himself face to face with a startled, and maybe somewhat abashed rancher.

“Twilight?”

“Warriors?”

“Shit, Wars is here?”

Royal blue darted down to meet the snapping violet of the veteran. “Legend? What are the two of you doing in here of all places? Are you lost?”

“No.” Legend huffed, foot tapping agitatedly at the floor as he gnawed his bottom lip, a sure sign of awkwardness if one knew the vet.

“What are you doing- oh.” Twilight’s face faded from confusion to understanding. “You’re the city boy, of course you shop in joints like this.”

He cocked a brow, hands coming to rest on his hips as he stared down the two other heroes. “Says the guy who’s been wandering around looking for something long enough the owners worried. Honestly, what could the two of you even need?”

Midnight and violet glanced warily at each other, and to his surprise, twin flushed lighted his friend’s faces as Legend had crossed his arms and Twi had rubbed at his neck.

“Hair dye.” The rancher admitted softly.

“And shampoo.” Legend had tacked on.

Warriors let his eyes blow wide an overdramatic gasp sounding in the small corner of the shop as he rested a hand on his collar. “Why, vet, you don’t mean to tell me you’re planning on actually taking a bath, are you! My heavens, what next? Will Hyrule somehow produce a wedding cake in time for Time and Malon to announce they’re having a baby?”

“They’re what!?!” Twilight yelped, sounding, ridiculously, like a dog that has just been kicked.

“I’m teasing, rancher.” He chortled. “Trust me, if Time knew of such a thing, he wouldn’t have shut up about it. Miss Malon’s still trim and terrifying as last we saw her; I have little doubt.” At the rancher’s breath of relief, he shook his head. “Honestly though, soap? Vet, last I checked-”

“It’s hot.” Legend interrupted, avoiding meeting his gaze by rolling his eyes.

“And?”

“And in case you didn’t know, our resident vet is a-”

“Don’t say it!” Legend huffed, glaring at Twilight and tugging his blue cap tighter over his head.

Come to think of it, Legend hadn’t taken the baby-blue cap off in ages...

“Is a what?”

Twilight looked down warily at the seething veteran, face twisted up between a playful grin and a wary frown, as if he didn’t yet know whether he wanted to tease and face the vet’s wrath or hold his tongue and avoid making a scene.

“Look,” Warriors sighed, glancing between the two country boys with a sigh. “I won’t tease at all, alright? But the sooner you own up to whatever nonsense you did to yourself, the sooner we can find you what you need and get ourselves out of here.”

The flush on Legend’s face darkened, eyes darting down as the vet shuffled his feet, and Wars found himself being reminded that for all the vet’s snark and sass, he really was as much of a kid as Wild and Wind were, just more accustomed at having to act otherwise.

Thin fingers rubbed at the rings on the vet’s pale hands. “Well, you see- that is- augh!”

Something inside him blossomed with warmth, a smile stretching across his face. Golden Three, Legend really was just an awkward teenager, wasn’t he? He even stumbled over his words when he was embarrassed, just like Time used to. Of course, Time had been twelve and Legend was nineteen, but that was beside the point.

“So-” The vet was nearly pouting as he struggled with his words, fingers rubbing steadily at his rings as he avoided Wars’ gaze. “You know how Ravio has curly hair?”

“Yes.”

“And you know how Ravio and I are- uh, each other's- reflect-”

A laugh bubbled out of his throat unexpectedly as he reached out to ruffle what could be seen of the vet’s frizzy bangs. “You’re a curly top! Why didn’t you say sooner?” Legend glared at him with a huff, but violet didn’t shift to indigo, so he knew it was all just an act. “Wind and I are too, I was actually in here to get some things for the two of us, and Sky too. I can help you as well if you don’t mind, just let me-” He motioned to the blue cap that was pulled snig down to Legend’s ears.

The vet huffed, but reached up to finger the blue fabric. “You won’t laugh, right?” Stern eyes met his own.

“Of course.” He smiled reassuringly.

Legend’s gaze searched his face for a moment, wary, but open, and even if it made him uncomfortable (the odd glint of gold at the edges of the vet’s eyes was a bit unsettling) he withstood it until Legend nodded, seemingly to himself, and pulled off his cap.

Pink curls spilled down to the vet’s shoulders as a bright blush colored pale cheeks. Twilight didn’t make it any better by reaching over to ruffle the vet’s head, chuckling soft and warm and surprisingly fond as Legend hissed back at him.

“Can I- that is- do you mind if I touch? I can help you find what you want better if I know what you need.”

A stiff nod.

The pink hair was just like fairy-floss, but less sticky (still dirty though) and he had to remind himself what he was doing once he got his fingers in it. A quick check at the texture and ends of Legend’s hair, as long as a quick check of the scalp and roots told him all he needed.

“Whatever dye you used to do this messed you up, vet. Honestly, I don’t know what you were thinking, but you’re dry as a mulduga’s arse. Did you bleach your hair before dying it or something?” There was a murmur in reply, but not anything he could really make out. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said that’s me natural color.” Legend huffed, tensing under his hands. “I bleached it blonde a few months back, but no, I didn’t dye this shit, it just happened.”

Twilight, very unhelpfully, giggled.

Warriors blinked. “You have pink hair?”

“Yes.”

He fought the chuckle that built up in his chest, but it did little good as he ruffles the frizzy curls and let Legend replace his hat. “Alright then! Well, I’d avoid bleaching again if I was you. The pinks out and it’s healthier if you give it a rest between dyes. I have to admit though,” He settled his hands on his hips and looked between the two other heroes with a smirk. “I never took either of you two as the sort to dye your hair.”

“Throws off the guards.” Legend huffed, tugging his cap back over his hair and making Warriors wince. Ah yes, Legend’s Hyrule’s guards.

“Fair enough. I can find you something to help with the drying out and dye damage. Twi though...” He frowned, stroking his chin in thought. “Why do you even need hair dye? Trying something new?”

Now it was the rancher’s turn to look embarrassed, rubbing at his neck and ruffling his hair. “No, actually. I jist need- rather- want? I guess? I-”

Legend huffed, patting the rancher’s arm in a rare show of compassion. “He’s been greying early and it’s making him self-conscious. I told him we could look for a dye to hide it, since he didn’t want to go about stealing Time’s position as the resident Old Man.”

Oh. Well, that made sense. “Right! Fair enough. So, you want your natural shade, yes?” At the rancher's nod he pressed on, clapping his hands as he listed what they needed. “So, hair oil, some dye, and shampoo for Legend, preferably meant for damaged and curly hair. Anything else?”

Even though the two shook their heads, they all walked out with a bit more than what Warriors had listed, but despite the fact that Legend complained about it all, no one seemed to mind too much when he pulled the three of them together after the others had gone to bed and helped show them had to use the various toiletries without making too very much of a mess. It cost a pretty penny to get them all sorted, but Legend was clean, Twilight was a brunette again (the silver streaks were rather fetching though, and he’d made sure to make sure Twilight knew that before they dyed it all away) and Wind and Sky had what they needed to prevent their hair drying out again.

And even if it made a sizable dent in his wallet, he’d refused to be paid back. It was worth it anyway, since now he and Legend both had straight hair again (and the vet had actually washed!).

He could see now why Wild and Hyrule liked playing with their respective mentors’ hair though, it was almost addictive.

Time took one look at the three youngest and groaned, and Warriors almost echoed the action.

“What were you three even doing?” His now-eldest huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh as he tried not to look at the three teens, all of which were covered in mud and grass stains, and only looking slightly remorseful, despite their horrid clothing and scraped faces.

Had it been anyone but Wild and Wind, Wars would have sat back and watched as karma paid her long overdue visit to the mischievous mask-loving hero, but since it was his kids that caught up in paying back the silver in his own hair, Wars had to stand with Time and try his very hardest not to chuckle at the sight before him.

It took no trouble at all to picture Mask sitting, unrepentant, amid the other youngsters, a challenging look on his face as he dared the captain to even try and ground him for running off again.

“We were exploring.” Hyrule grinned sheepishly, rubbing at the mud that had dried on the side of his neck. “We um-”

“We fell in a swamp.” Wild snorted, wrinkling his nose and shaking some gunk from his hands with a pout. “Even I think we stink.”

Time’s lips twitched, brows struggling to remain in a scowl as he answered, voice wavering with a hint of laughter that made Wars smile to himself. “Is that so, Cub?”

“We smell like boko guts.”

“Or boko crap!” Wind cackled, the only one not soaked in swamp goo but instead spattered with ordinary mud that came from likely tripping and falling in the dirt from laughing too hard.

“Bathe.” Time chuffed, shaking his head fondly. “All three of you. Rivers there and I’m sure Wars has soap aplenty to help.” Hang on, what? Time’s eye met his own, blinking- winking? with a bright and shit eating grin. “Have fun with you sons, dad.”

Oh Ladies, Karma messed up again, didn’t she?

“Mask, I swear-” He growled, glaring at his- was Time his eldest now? His middle child still? The youngest since he’d been the last to join the family?

“Don’t, you’ll set a bad example.” The overgrown forest gremlin chuckled, walking away with a condescending pat of the shoulder.

Some things really never changed, huh?

“Right then.” the captain turned to glare stillness back into the three youngsters, two of which were already trying to sneak away, and the third- of thank Hylia for Wind, the kid was standing at perfect attention with a smirk on his face that screamed ‘I’m the eldest and I’m about to watch my little brothers get scolded and I’m going to enjoy every second of it’, snotty little salt-bathed brat. “Jump in or I punt you.”

Hyrule and Wild exchanged a look, a sure sign of danger, and both sprinted in opposite directions.

He huffed a laugh. Amateurs. Mask and Wind had run him ragged during the war, but once you’ve fought to pre-teens on the daily, there's nothing a pair of teenagers can pull on you that will truly surprise you or throw you off. It was the work of moments to have Wild slung under one arm (wolf pups, honestly, Mask was the same way) and Hyrule by the back of his collar (Wind’s customary position).

“H-how?” Both boys stammered.

“Experience, mud moblins.”

“Do I weight anything to you?” Wild stammered, staring up at him with wide blue eyes.

The grin on his face was easier than usual in situations like these, but then again both teens had given up fighting against him sooner than the last two had ever done. “Hardly. You’ve always been a lightweight.” And with those words he promptly administered a light kick to Hyrule’s lower back, knocking the kid floundering into the stream, and following up with a well-practiced toss that send Wild rocketing in after.

Wind, already stripped down to his shorts and standing waist deep in the water, raised his hands with a shit eating grin. “Six out of Ten, Wild.” The little sea monster called to a spluttering Wild as the kid surfaced, only his face peeking above the surface as he treaded water with a pout. “You need to work on your form, but otherwise- ack!”

A wave splashed up from Hyrule’s direction and Wild sent an appreciative grin the other boy’s way while Wind’s grin melted into a playful one, eyes glinting dangerously.

“Oh, that’s it! You’re just asking for trouble now! Never start a water battle with a pirate, you two, you won’t like how it ends!”

Another, mischief filled, glance was exchanged and both feral heroes descended on the young sailor. It was like watching cucco’s descend on a bokoblin, and Warriors watched with laughter bubbling in his chest as he stripped off his gunk-stained tunic, courtesy of the mud-covered boys he’d wisely decided to pick up, and moved on to his chainmail. The sound of the three youngest heroes' shrieking and shouting sweet music to his ears as Time and the other older heroes made camp just off of the riverbank, teasing each other and generally messing around.

“Wars, why are you- are you joining us?” Wild cocked his dripping head with a curious look as he watched him.

The undershirt slipped off easily as he waded into the stream’s center. “Of course, you two got me muddy too after all, and it’s not like I trust y’all to actually clean up by-” At the slowly spreading grins on the faces of the three, the captain realizes his mistake. “I don’t trust you all to clean up properly, so I’m-”

“Warriors said ‘y’all’!” Wind chortled, eyes glinting madly as a grin stretched over his face. “Oh boy! Just wait ‘till I-”

“Slip of the tongue.” He clipped back, hands settling on his hips as he stared down the three teens. “You tell Twilight about this and I will personally wash your mouth out with soap.”

“You’re the one who said it!” Hyrule pointed out.

“And whoever tells the rancher is committing a verbal atrocity that will only lead to far more in the future.” He huffed. “No one tells, you hear me?”

Wild looked between the others, brows furrowed and lips pursed as he took in Wind’s triumphant grin and Warriors’ scowl. “What’s wrong with saying ‘y’all’?”

The captain staggered back dramatically, hand on his chest and a horrified expression on his face as he stared at his son. “No! Never say that word! That word is an abomination!”

“What word?” Hyrule cocked his head, eyes glinting knowingly, but the captain failed to recognize it in time.

“’Y’all’!” He spat with contempt. “We do not say ‘y’all’ in this house! ‘Y’all’ is a cursed word and the next person who says it is-” - ‘Is on Mask watching duty’ was his go to consequence, but that wouldn’t exactly work right now; Time was a bit old to actually need a supervisor- “is on clothes washing duty with Legend.” He settled on at last, choosing the chore that everyone except, surprisingly, the veteran minded.

“Say the man who just said it four times in a row.” Wind teased, darting out of his grasp with a wide grin.

“Wind! I was trying to see how many times I could make him say it!” Hyrule huffed, pouting at his brother adorably.

“I still don’t get it.” Wild grumbled. “It’s a word? There’s nothing wrong with it as far as I know, ‘y’a-” The captain’s hand was clamped around the kid’s mouth before he could finish his sentence.

“Let's just not.” Warriors huffed; he was beginning to mourn Twilight’s mentor position at the moment. Fortunately, Wild was willing enough to still in is hands and not push the topic, unlike the other two who just egged each other on with ever widening grins. “Right.” He rolled his eyes. “First one with a clean face gets the strawberry scented soap; go.”

Silence fell as nothing save splashing rang over the stream as faces ducked beneath the water, all three boys falling for his favorite trick of all time. Heck, even the old man would probably still cave to the offer of strawberry soap, even now that he was an adult, and Wars couldn’t blame him at all; strawberry scented bubbles were the best bubbles and Twilight and his goat-milk soap could go sniff a skunk if they wanted to contest that.

It took hardly any time at all for all three to emerge, fresh faces and glowing, three sets of eyes al sparkling up at him as a warm chuckle blossomed in his throat. Naturally, he gave the promised soap to all three, citing the ‘I can’t tell who finished first so you all win’ excuse that Grandfather had taught him ages ago.

Wind dutifully set about scrubbing himself clean, and in the meantime, he guided the less experienced duo. “Take so much,” He dolloped a generous potion into Hyrule’s cupped hands. “And rub your hands together, yes, just like that, work it up to a nice lather and just scrub it all over. Take care you get the smelliest bits first so you don’t run out of soap before you get there, yeah?” Both forest children nodded, dutifully following his instructions as he moved to help scrub the traveler’s sopping curls.

It was an easy pattern to fall into, scrubbing the two heads with especial care to remove any sticks and twigs he found along the way. Hyrule was the easier of the two, but Wild held still better while he worked, almost melting under his fingers as he messaged suds into his son’s long locks, a light smile playing over both their faces as he worked, content to sit in the cooling water of the stream as the sun began to set, hands buried in his kid’s long hair as he worked out mud and filth and who knows what else.

Rinsing the sweet-scented bubbles started out innocently enough, but Wars was given a front row seat to watching an accidental splash descend into a full-on war on the water as he scrubbed his own hair clean, and well, if he joined in once he was finished, well, someone had to show Wind that he wasn’t the only hero with some experience on the water.

Wars sighed as he watched Time stirring quietly on his bedroll.

Honestly, his middle kid (he’d finally settled on letting Wind retain his position on oldest, since there was no way Time could be the eldest brother with his gremlin behavior) was something of an idiot. Oh, he loved all three of his boys dearly, but Time was an ass and everyone who knew him well knew it (except maybe Twilight, but that guy was an ass too).

Time hadn’t been sleeping recently, and it was easy to see in the dark bags around his eyes and the almost drifting expression on his face at nights. It was for lack of trying either, the kid- man? - the hero would settle down on his bedroll every night same as the others, but even with sharp eyes shut tight and blanket pulled to his ears, the ‘Old Man’ couldn’t lie still for more than thirty minutes, constantly shifting and fidgeting on his bedroll even as the other heroes steadily dropped off to sleep.

It was just the two of them now, the captain on watch and their leader trying to pretend he was asleep with a scowl on his face.

He was scratching again.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” war clapped his hands against his knees and pushed himself p, staling over to stand over the largest of the bedrolls and staring down at the lump within. “What’s up, Sprout? You normally snore like a hinox all night long, what’s eating you?”

A single blue eye stared up at him wearily. “If I knew, I would have killed it by now.”

Oof, bad night then. “Do you have any idea what it could be?” He was already settling down next to the group leader’s head, hands reaching to grasp Time’s own and bring them down from where he was, likely unconsciously, clawing at the sides of his face.

“No.” Came the frustrated huff.

“Missing Miss Malon?” He suggested, running his fingers through short blonde hair thoughtfully, mind miles away in a two-story house at castle town as he fell into the all too familiar trap of playing with one of his boys’ hair.

“I thought so at first, and while I do, it doesn’t usually stop me from sleeping.” Time grumbled, staring up at the night sky with pursed lips. “It’s not nightmares or visions either, if anything my dreams have been normal for once.”

“Anxiety perhaps? Are you worrying about the others? Twilight, maybe? Wild?” At the questioning glance he received he shrugged. “Kept me up enough nights, even if you two were there. A bad thing happens once and you're not likely to forget it.”

“Hmm.” Time hummed, leaning unconsciously into his hands and settling on his bed-roll, shoulders falling lax as his single good eyes fluttered softly. “Maybe.”

Whatever it was, it wasn’t bad enough that War’s fingers didn’t put it to rest, and time was asleep in mere minutes, soft snores rumbling over the camp as the captain continued his ministrations, eyes and ears sharp and alert for any disturbance near in within the camp, but body relaxed as he kept the steady rhythm of his fingers through short and silky hair.

When his watch was over though, and it was time to wake the veteran to take his, Wars found himself stuck. Time's fingers were curled tightly in his blue scarf, the man’s head resting easy against his thigh, and any motion small of subtle, would likely send majestic blue fluttering open again with an exhausted air.

Ah well, time to be creative.

Legend grumbled, as usual, at being woken by having his feet touched, and the captain echoed his discomfort as he wrings is sore and likely sprained hand. Time was still asleep though, so there was that at least. Now just to figure out how best to position himself so he could sleep.

Soldier’s experience won over logic, and Wars was asleep in seconds, leaving the camp under Legend’s watch and Time snoozing blissfully at his side.

#lu warriors #dad warriors #warriors is wild's dad #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wind #lu sky #lu four #lu twilight #lu legend #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu time #curly haired legend #silver twilight #linked universe headcanons #long haired sky #fluffics

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hey! for your post about sun moon and rising but with taylor albums, can you list out the characteristics of each album? i'm having a hard time associating them and it'd make it a lot easier, if you could do that :)

oh totally! Its really all about your personal association, so i’ll give vibes for the era and the album. a good rule of thumb is to read the prologue if you want the tone for the era quickly. honestly, there’s no set system, go wild

taylor swift (2006) “debut”

era: blue and teal and brown. cowboy boots and sundresses, wild curly hair, trucks and mud and wildflowers. very 2006, very high school, very country

album: swings between pining from a distance and wanting to destroy a boys whole ass life and feeling like you have no friends and no one understands you in the whole world. like I said, very high school, but also full of whole ass bangers

fearless (2008)

era: yellow and white. 24/7 prom. she’s got the fairy tale aesthetics set in high school, she’s got calling your ex boyfriend out on national television, she's got so many headbands. god to be 8 years old when the joe jonas/taylor swift drama was going down

album: again, fairy tale set in high school. lots of crushes, lots of realizing men aren’t shit. it’s about the pull between childhood ideals and real life tearing them down, and deciding how much you should cling to your dreams and how much you have to let them go. it’s also a pull between knowing that these little moments are kinda ridiculous but also taking everything so goddamn seriously

speak now (2010)

era: purple purple purple. she’s starting to grow up! her look has evolved out of sundresses and prom dresses and into a more preppy style. she’s moved out of fantasy and into this like. circus aesthetic? 30s movie type thing? watch the mean music video, idk how to explain it. her hair is still curly and but under control, and she’s solidly Famous at this point. the idea that she can’t sing is Big, and the man-eater stereotype is starting to get popular

album: she’s starting to grow out of country. she’s experimenting with rock, but her pop sound is starting to take off. it’s all about Dramatics: she’s experienced her first heartbreak, broke someone else’s heart, and was in an emotionally abusive relationship all within two years. she’s moved out of her parents house and is both infantilized and forced to grow up to fast by the media.

red (2012)

era: its 2012 hipster style. her hair is Straight and she’s wearing vintage dresses everywhere, and she’s posting sketches of red lips and quotes from fitzgerald about heartbreak and finding yourself on instagram. she is dating and breaking up with harry styles Very Publically, and its the last major relationship she’ll have for two more years. the idea that she dates to much is everywhere, and she’s being slut shamed to an insane degree, while also being dismissed as a goody-two-shoes

album: it’s designed so each song has the opposite emotions of the song before it. it’s dramatic and it’s heart wrenching and it portrays these relationships that were toxic and messy and captivating. has the last vestiges of country, some more rock, and the first pure Pop songs, all nestled against each other to give you the epic highs and lows of being 22

1989 (2014)

era: its the height of her stardom, and she’s more beloved then she’s ever been and (probably) will ever be again. she’s cut her hair and moved to New York, she’s wearing high waisted stuff and taking polaroids, and she’s been single for two years and it’s has given her the freedom to find a “tight” group of friends and herself. shes talking about third wave feminism all the time, she’s papped every day, and she started dating c*lvin h*rris; they date for a year, he was the first boyfriend to be posted on social media, and the one she was with the longest (until her current bf). publically, she’s the happiest and most successful she’s ever been. personally, it’s more complicated, especially by the last few months. “she lost him, but she found herself and somehow that was everything” and “from the girl who said she would never cut her hair or move to new york or find happiness in a world where she wasn't in love”

album: single handedly brings 80s pop into the mainstream. (like seriously, her only contemporary influence is lana del rey, and even that is only on a few tracks. listening to this when it came out was a religious experience). it sounds basic now but only because she influenced all of the pop music that came after her. its also her first sonically cohesive album since fearless. subject matter wise, its very 80s movie. it’s the first album without a break up song that ruins a man's whole career— no cold as you, dear john, or all too well type. the relationship is on and off again, but more muted and mature then the tumultuous ones portrayed on red. its very star crossed; two people who just can’t find the right time. she’s also writing about how fame has affected her— blank space, shake it off, and i know places all directly reference it, but the idea that the whole world is watching is woven all throughout the album

bleachella (2016)

this isn't an album but its definitely an era

taylor has become so oversaturated that people are starting to turn on her, and her mental health is suffering. her relationship with c*lvin h*rris is falling apart, she's changing her hair every couple of moths (most notably she bleaches it, and goes to coachella. so like bleachella), and then all of a sudden The Phone Call happens. kim and kanye release edited footage of a phone call that makes it seem like taylor swift is a liar who intentionally plays the victim to stay in the public’s good graces, and the world pounces on it. between that and the idea that her friend group is super cliche-y and exclusionary, her reputation is ruined and she goes in hiding for months. before going into hiding though, she breaks it off with c*lvin (he throws a FIT on twitter) and starts a whirlwind romance with tom hiddleston that includes them flying all over the world on vacations and meeting each others parents super quickly. this all happens in one summer.

reputation (2017)

era: black and white and gold. very edgy, very rich, lots of snakes and casual wealth. there’s the aesthetic of her being very hurt and defensive and lashing out, but the reality of her being the happiest she’s ever been. she’s still famous, but she’s learned how to have a private life and healthy relationships. the tough times have shown her who and what’s important to her

album: pretty much that. the first half is brash and bombastic and playing off what people expect her to be like, how they expect her to fall in and out of love quickly and manipulate those around her to see her as a good person (while exploring sounds that no one expected her to explore) and the second half slows it down and shows her falling in love more explicitly and sweetly and under cover. “in the death of her reputation she felt truly alive” and “finding love through all the noise”

lover (2019)

era: bright pink and pastels and bright colors and happiness and butterflies!! she’s in love and beloved by the general public again, but all of her past albums have been stolen from her by a man she thought she could trust. sadly cut off short by covid. “step into the daylight and let it go”

album: her messiest album (sonically) since red. a popular saying when it first came out was that it had the writing of speak now but the sound of 1989, which is... understandable? its the kind of thing you have to form your own opinion on. it’s on the surface all bubblegum pop and being in love, but it has some of the absolute saddest songs of her entire discography. a 18 song long rollercoaster

folklore and evermore

preface: these are definitely two separate albums and there’s a definitely a difference but this girl has so many albums and it’s taken me an hour to answer this ask and it’s 1am right now so i’m gonna smush them together. go listen to them, and we’re in the era right now

eras: it been covid so all we’ve got are a couple performances and the album visuals. cottagecore, a return to the small town setting of her first two albums, very understated and timeless. one noteworthy element is that both albums were surprise releases (especially after lover had almost a year of build up that kinda worked against it). she’s reached a level of artistic respect that she’s never had

albums: folklore is a level of sonic and thematic cohesion comparable to 1989, as well as having a similar feeling of like. oh god we’ve been waiting for you to make an album like this for years and you’ve still exceeded every exception and made it surprising. evermore is mostly a continuation of its sound, though it’s a bit more experimental. both albums are incredibly mature, and move into non-autobiographical storytelling for most of the songs. it’s easy to build your own world based on one or both of the albums. their main themes are also mostly divorced from relationships, and more tied to personal identity and mental state (though there is quite a bit about divorce and heartbreak in both)

#sorry this took so long but damn that’s a big ask for someone who never shuts up #and by someone I mean me but also taylor #anonymous #asks*

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xcactusarto · 3 years

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Heaven Help Me

an Aoyama Yuga x Iida Tenya university au fic

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33615358

Summary:

What would happen if you found out the person that ordered art prints from you is the guy you’ve been interested in and lives 2 dorms away from you?

Poor Aoyama is denying his feelings from all the times boys broke his little heart, but this guy seems different and became even more special after Aoyama finds out this dude is a big fan of his art! Will he deliver the art prints himself or just leave the package at his door?

Part 1 / ?

Chapter 2 -

Aoyama was anxious to spill the tea on what had just happened to Bakugou once he could go back to his dorm. Even if he was excited to spill the beans, his stomach was not in good shape. He knew this feeling all too well.

He wanted it gone.

Aoyama arrived 5 minutes late after having to change routes and hiding between the bushes next to the art building to throw up dramatically. Thankfully his teacher was late so he could calm down and sit down. Aoyama felt seasick despite only having butterflies. Throw up could happen or the shits. ‘Not in this outfit’ Aoyama thought as he gripped his phone. The class only lasts 30 mins. Since his teacher was late probably less. Maybe he could text Bakugou about how sick he felt maybe they could walk together to the dorms.

Baku dear! My stomach is being very bitchy ~(>_<~) could you pick me up???

5 mins passed and Bakugou didn’t answer. Nor did the teacher show up yet. Aoyama looked around and his classmates looked confused as well. Aoyama looks a little to his right and whispers to his classmate.

“Dear, uh do you know if we had class today?”, his classmate looked at him and whispered back.

“Gurlie I’m not gonna lie, this is the first time in the semester I have come to class”, The classmate giggled and said,” Oh, but dude your outfit is hella cute”. Aoyama smiles at his classmate. A girl with a pink afro, a pink headband that made the knotted ends look like horns on her head, and hazel eyes.

“Oh thank you! But I gotta say you look absolutely dashing! Love the colors!”, Aoyama looked at his classmate up and down scanning her outfit. A blue tie-dye crop top with purple spots that went down to her chest. A black bralette under and some pastel yellow sweatpants that gave Aoyama the idea that she could be a dancer. White sneakers with colorful shoelaces. “What’s your name dear?”, Aoyama asked smiling. A small link formed and it was the start of a very nice and stylish friendship.

“Mina Ashido! And you?”, Mina said excitedly as she almost jumped from her seat. She could see this dude could be a great way to pass the class without having to show up. “Yuga Aoyama. Pleased to meet you.” Aoyama and Mina chatted as they waited for their teacher to show up. Slowly the people around them would get up and leave or just chat with each other. The silence of the room cleared up as Mina and Aoyama laughed and talked about their passion for fashion and their hobbies. Aoyama’s perception of Mina was right, she was a Dance major. She was currently doing ballet because she didn’t want her parents to know she was an underground street dancer. On the other hand, Mina learned Aoyama was a digital artist and even got to see some of his pieces. Both were very passionate and frankly, they could be each other’s moral support.

“Hey how about we exchange numbers?”, Mina said and quickly looked around. They were the only ones in class. The classroom was empty and the clock ticking at the front of the class. The class had just ended. Maybe coming to class wasn’t so bad since Aoyama was here. They both looked at each other and laughed. Aoyama’s butterflies were gone and Mina took away his anxiety of shitting himself.

“Yeah that would be wonderful”, Aoyama and Mina then tapped their phone and so they could now talk to each other without having to be in class. Maybe even hang out sometime. As they walked to the door and parted ways Aoyama could notice Bakugou never replied, but his bitch ass left Aoyama on seen. Aoyama was used to it and knew Bakugou would come. Bakugou often forgot to reply , but would do stuff Aoyama texted him to do or asked.

Aoyama waited outside the building for a while. He then sat down and looked at his phone. Scrolled down on his Twitter and Instagram timeline for some time. Aoyama then let out a sigh and got up. He then plugged in his earphones and as he was about to walk away his dorm neighbor called out to him. “Aoyama-kun! Wait up”, A slightly freckled buff guy with green fluffy curly hair called out to him. He wasn’t very stylish , but was always kind to Aoyama. Even though at one point our little Aoyama stalked him because he wanted to be friends with him. I mean he needed a reference for his styling assignment and he was perfect for the outfit. Aoyama stood there and waited for him to catch up to him. “Did class just finish for you too?”, The green-haired hunk asked Aoyama. Aoyama looked at him and explained his situation of waiting for Bakugou.

“Ah, Kacchan didn’t come to pick you up? I can walk you then since we are going to the same dorms!”, his dorm neighbor was always a lifesaver. “Denki is probably at our dorm so I can text him if he can check if Kacchan is there”.

“Please Midori! I’m worried he is oversleeping again. Which I doubt it...He’s probably working out”, Aoyama said as he locked arms with his neighbor. Midoriya Izuku or as Bakugou called him, ‘Deku’, shared a room with Denki Kaminari. Both Midoriya and Denki were his dorm neighbors and often came to watch movies or just help Aoyama with styling assignments. Midoriya was known by the fashion majors as the guy that wore weird shirts. Today he was wearing a pastel blue pullover that had ‘tiny weenie baby’ on it. Aoyama wanted to chuckle , but decided to hold it in. Midoriya’s boyfriend could probably say that was true. They walked to the dorms and as soon as Aoyama got close to the door he slammed it open.

“BITCH YOU HAD ME WAITING FOR 20 MINS OUTSIDE!”, Aoyama said hand still on the door. Midoriya looking over Aoyama’s shoulder. They had caught Bakugou at a...uh special moment.

“CAN’T YOU KNOCK?!”, Bakugou shouted back as he was making out with a purple-haired dude that looked exhausted. Bakugou was still in pajamas while the other was dressed like an e-boy that had just come out of hot topic after his mother had given him an allowance of $10 to spend on my chemical romance merch. That emo boy was Shinso Hitoshi, Bakugou’s boyfriend, and Aoyama’s ex-boyfriend which actually ended well with no heartbreak. I mean they lasted 1 week. Midoriya sneakily walking away then bumped into Denki who was joined by his dark-haired friend. Aoyama looked behind him and immediately then pulls Midoriya as to show proof in an Ace Attorney game.

“I can’t believe poor little Midori had to take time out of his day to walk me back!” Aoyama said as he hugged Midoriya with puppy eyes.

“W-Well uh technically I was walking back so might as well accompany him, right?” Midoriya nervously smiled as Denki walked into the room and held in the laughter he had from seeing Bakugou slightly flustered from being caught getting it on with Shinso. Bakugou then of course starts arguing with Deku as if Deku was the one at fault. Oh well, Aoyama needed to spill the beans on the guy he saw and interacted with so he gathered Denki, Shinso, and Denki’s friend who was just watching the chaos happening in a room full of gays. Except for Denki he had a girlfriend. I mean he isn’t straight, but bisexual so yeah a gay too. Aoyama shoved them to the other side of the room onto his bottom bunk. They all proceeded to sit down and let Aoyama sit cross-legged in the middle while he held a pillow.

“Oh my gosh, guys please help me snap out of these feelings I’m having! I’M GONNA DIE!”, Aoyama said as he swung his arms around dramatically.

“Is he gonna scooter ankle or is he being dramatic?” Denki’s friend leaned over and whispered in Denki’s ear.

“No Sero, he is just being dramatic about something .”, Shinso said as they looked at Aoyama giving them puppy eyes. Sero Hanta, Denki’s friend who was wrapped up in this situation. Sero is a black-haired dude with a nice wide smile. He often just wore pullovers and looked like those dudes that sits right in front of you in computer class and just watching memes or editing Shrek on Ronal McDonald’s body. Those dudes are pretty chill once you start talking to them.

“Just let him spill the tea guys. I wanna know what made him so anxious”, Denki said as he nudged both of the boys to listen.

“So I was walking to class alright?? And then and then I bumped into this guy while I was checking the time on my phone! And then bam this dude was holding me so sweetly and he was so strong might I add!!”, Aoyama said excitedly as he gripped the pillow close to his chest. The boys on the other hand looked at him. Maybe he’s being dramatic, Denki thought. The room of course was still noisy while Aoyama spilled his feelings on the hunk of a man that literally held him as if it was a shojo manga.

“And then he even HELD MY HAND!! MY PRECIOS HAND TO HAND ME MY PHONE!! He also told me to be careful and walked away as if nothing happened!!”, Aoyama sighs after this and just lets his body lay on the boys legs as he dramatically puts his left arm over his face.

“Well, that was something. How did he look like wey?”, Sero asked as he held Aoyama’s arm away from his face. Denki and Shinso nodded. Aoyama then puts a finger on his lips and thinks for a little. “Mind if I sketch him out?” Aoyama says as he signals Shinso to pass him his sketchbook.

After a few minutes, he then shows the boys as he had decided to sit between Denki and Sero. “He looked like this!! He had some weird eyebrows that looked like the Nike symbols!”, Aoyama pointed at the drawing. The boys felt like they had seen him before. They just couldn’t find this dude’s name in the glossary of their minds.

“Isn’t that Iida-kun?”

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peachybowen · 4 years

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stupid • r.b

series masterlist

pt.1 pt.2

pairing: ricky bowen x reader

warnings: swearing? cliche things? My writing?

songs: I think you kinda, you know by Joshua Bassett, Start of Something New by Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron

words: 3.6k

A/N: this is my first time posting/writing on Tumblr! I hope u enjoy xx

italics= little scenes? (like the scene where Ricky says: „this is a nightmare. Love is dead.”) :)

crossed words is when they usually turn to the camera you know :))

There may also be a few mistakes but I tried my best! :)

Junior year. Another year sitting in a classroom full of teenagers. Also another year of creating memories with my two best friends, Ricky and Big Red. Ricky Bowen, the cutest boy you will ever meet. Trust me on this he's so cute I-

,,Today's the day guys. It's happening.'' Ricky stated excited while nudging my shoulder. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

,,Hell yeah. Junior year, baby'' Big Red replied just as excited as Ricky.

,,Might grow a mustache. Might do a lot of things.'' he continued with a grin on his face. I just kept on walking between the two idiots.

,,Dude, I'm talking about Nini.'' Ricky said with a smile. The smile on my face was now replaced by a frown. I grabbed my backpack straps and continued walking.

,,Today's the day we start over.'' Ricky explained.

While we were walking down the stairs of East High School, Ricky said something about him and Nini texting and her sounding mutual.

,,Nothing about bad news or needing to have a big talk. Just ,,Hey.'' That's good right?'' the boy continued and turned his head to me. I just shrugged.

,,Summers are no man's land, Ricky. I don't know what ''Hey.'' means and neither does Y/N or you.'' Big Red sighed and started to walk faster.

,,I think it's good.'' Ricky breathed out and sent a smile my way which i obviously returned. Soon after we actually found Nini by her locker talking to her best friend, Kourtney. We said our hellos and it was silent for a second.

,,Can we talk?'' Nini asked and turned to look at Ricky. He looked shocked.

,,I met somebody else at camp. I didn't plan-'' she tried to explain but Ricky interuppted her asking if it was a joke. They both didn't seem to care that we stood there watching the scene unfold in front of us.

,,Still talking here.'' Nini snapped and continued.

,,I didn't plan for it to happen but it happened. He was the Music Man, I was Marian, the librarian. It's called a showmance.'' she finished looking her, now ex boyfriend, straight in the eyes.

,,Wait, you went to librarian camp? That's a thing?'' the red headed boy beside me asked. I looked at him and nudged him so he would stop asking dumb questions.

,,Please tell me you're joking.'' Ricky wailed. I could literally see the hurt in his eyes.

,,I'm not.'' Big Red and Nini replied at the same time. I kicked Big Red this time to finally shut him up.

,,Come on, Ricky you know what you did! Or you didn't do.'' Nini pointed out. I knew what she was referring to. The night she told him that she loved him. Ricky came over that night explaining everything and that he wasn't ready to say the L-Word yet. It was the night where I realized how I really felt for him. We played 'Just Dance' all night and my goal was honestly just to make him happy. He was so stressed and worried. I just wanted him to have fun and forget about all that Nini stuff, even if it just was for 5 minutes.

,,Good morning, students. Please make your way to the gym for our annual back-to-school kickoff.'' a teacher announced trough the speakers. Nini was about to leave when Ricky spoke up again.

,,I don't belive this. You're blowing me off for some theater punk you met four weeks ago? At a lake?'' Ricky asked still in disbelief that he was getting dumped.

,,You kinda dumped me!'' the girl snapped back.

,,It was a break. It wasn't a break-up.'' he corrected. At this point it was hard to watch. It was awkard standing there, watching the drama onfold in front of my eyes but I didn’t want to leave Ricky alone.

,,I'm sorry Ricky but it is a break-up now.''

,,Pop off girl.'' Kourtney, Nini's best friend, commented. Me and Big Red turned to look at her.

,,Stay out of it, Kourtney.'' Big Red hissed.

,,I'm dismantling the patriarchy this year, and I'm not afraid to start with you.'' Kourtney threatend before Nini left with her. I turned to look at Ricky who was frozen in his place.

We were sitting in the Gym soon after the whole agrument. The kickoff was boring.

,,And I am also pleased to announce that this year, seniors will be allowed to wear baseball hats on Fridays.'' the principal announced. Everyone just looked at him not saying a word. Well besides that one girl who screamed: ,,Go seniors!''. The principal continued a few seconds later.

,,And now for a special introduction. This year, East High has a new drama teacher with an announcement that she swore, in writing, would not cost too much money.'' he said and gestured to a woman who was sitting in the front. Everything was silent again. Nobody clapped besides two students.

,,Why? Why do things have to change?'' Ricky asked staring at Nini who was sitting two or three rows in front of him. We turned our heads to look at a heart broken Ricky.

,,Some things never change.'' I replied in a whisper, smiling when he turned to look at me.

,,I've been wearing the same socks for three days.'' Big Red added with a shrug. I looked down at his feet for a second and gagged dramatically. Big Red just smiled and turned his attention back to the new drama teacher. I did the same.

,,My name is Miss Jenn, and when I heard that the high school where High School Musical was shot had never staged a production of High School Musical, the musical, I was shocked as an actress, inspired as a director, and triggered as a millennial.'' she explained. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion for the second time that day.

Millennial?

,,Auditions are tomorrow after school.'' Ms. Jenn continued and looked around.

,,This show could change your lives, and I'm saying this as a background dancer from the original movie. Third from the left, back row, red headband, and those are my real teeth.'' she exclaimed happily. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nini nudging Kourtney to indirectly say that she was gonna audition. After that she introduced us to the student Choreograph, Carlos.

Sitting at our usual table at lunch and talking about Nini was one thing, but seeing Nini being all lovie dovie with my big brother was another. And if your wondering, no, he didn't tell me that he was dating Nini. Normally he told me everything but he just decided to not tell me that he started dating the ex-girlfriend of my best friend.

,,Dude are you seeing this?'' Red asked, looking at my brother and Nini, and then back to Ricky who was looking at them as well.

,,I'm seein' it, I'm hearin' it, I'm hatin' it.'' he replied and turned to me.

,,Did you know?'' he asked with a semi angry expression on his face.

,,What? No! And you know that I would have told you if I did.'' I replied looking at him.

,,I can't believe it.'' Red muttered still watching the couple.

,,She's dating my brother.'' I mumbled turning my gaze to them as well.

,,Yes. I have eyes'' Ricky growled, clearly being annoyed.

,,Co-captain of the water polo team. Senior class treasurer.'' Red listed eating his food.

,,That's correct.'' Ricky mumbled still annoyed as shit.

,,What are the odds that the guy she hooks up with at camp goes to East High?'' the red head asked not knowing that he is annoying Ricky more and more.

,,Apparently, the odds are exceptionally good.'' Ricky snapped and I decided to show a bit sympathy.

,,I'm sorry Ricky.''

The curly haired boy turned to face me.

,,What are you gonna do?'' I asked him.

,,I don't know.'' he sighed, stood up and left, leaving me with Big Red.

,,Ok is there something you wanna tell me?'' I asked as soon as I arrived at home. EJ was sitting on the couch and was on Instagram, as always.

,,What do you mean?'' he asked looking up from his phone.

,,Oh I don't know maybe you getting a new girlfriend who was the girlfriend of my best friend by the way. How about that?'' I hinted with a mad look on my face.

,,Oh that. Yeah I'm dating Nini.'' he simply said, turning his attention to his phone again shortly after. I went to the couch and sat down beside him.

,,Why didn't you tell me?''

,,Nini told me not to say anything. She wanted to sort things out with Ricky first, you know.'' he replied turning his phone off. My gaze softened.

,,Oh.'' I simply whispered.

,,Yeah, I'm sorry. Anyways, are you auditioning?''

,,Of course EJ.'' I answered with a smile.

,,For what part?'' he asked further.

I crossed my legs before answering.

,,Probably Taylor.''

My phone rang just as EJ was about to reply. I picked up my phone and saw that Ricky was calling me. I didn't think twice and picked up.

,,Hello?''

,,Hi, Y/N. It's Ricky. Meet me at Big Red's House. Now!'' was all he said before he hung up. I stood up and sent an apologetic smile towards my big brother before grabbing his car keys and my shoes.

,,I'm taking your car! Love you!'' I yelled before closing the door and running to the car.

,,Okay, I know it's crazy, dude, but she has to see me in a whole new light.'' Ricky explained while I was sitting on a chair and Big Red was playing a videogame.

,,But we hate musicals.'' Red argued, still focused on his game.

,,I don't.'' I chimed in, rolling my eyes at Big Red's argument.

,,I just think it's weird when people, like, burst into song in the middle of the street.'' Ricky stated, paching around in the room.

,,That is a musical.'' I retorted, looking at my best friend.

,,Okay, look. I'm auditioning for this thing tomorrow, and nothing is gonna stop me.'' he declared.

,,Do you even know the plot of High School Musical?''

,,Of course! It's about Zac Efron dancing with a basketball.''

,,Wrong. It's about the character, Troy, having to choose between being true to his friend, Chad, or following his heart with Gabriella.'' I corrected with a smirk.

,,The point is, you're out of your league here, man. You can't pull this off.''

Ricky looked at his male best friend.

,,Yeah?'' he asked.

,,Yes.''

And with that, Ricky grabbed his Skateboard and left without saying another word.

The next day was uneventful. I was nervous because of the auditions but I got through the day without having to throw up.

,,People make sure you audition number is clearly visible on your clothes. This isn't a game.'' Carlos yelled as he walked passed me. I looked down to see my audition number. Number 5. I smiled and went to talk to my brother.

,,You know, I'm actually kinda bummed that we don't have any competition here. It would make getting the leads all the sweeter.'' he said to Nini and I rolled my eyes playfully and sat down on a chair.

,,Could you stop tempting fate?'' Nini asked with a laugh and looked at her boyfriend. EJ looked back at her and grinned. I never felt more single in my life.

,,You know what? You're right.'' she continued turning her head back to the mirror in front of her. I was about to say something but Ms.Jenn knocked on the door.

,,Okay, theater people. Let's do this!''

Everyone started cheering and got up from their chairs. The smile on my face grew and I turned to my brother.

,,Good luck!'' I said and hugged him.

,,Good luck! I love you.'' he replied and hugged me back.

,,I love you more.'' was all I said before I left the room.

We all got on stage and Ms. Jenn told us to pair up with someone who wasn't our friend. That's when I realized that Ricky wasn't there. I sighed and paired up with Ashlyn. I know that Ms.Jenn said to not pair up with a friend but she did not say to not pair up with your cousin.

We all lined up and chatted till Miss Jenn started walking down the line of students. She stopped in front of a boy.

,,I'd love you to read for Ryan.''

,,You are giving major Taylor vibes.'' she said to the next girl. The next in line was Ashlyn.

,,You. You're giving me uncommon depth. Ms.Darbus?''

I looked at Ashlyn and she started smiling.

,,I'm dying. I'm deceased. Yes.'' Ashlyn replied, still smiling happily.

,,Oh. Your application says you play the piano.''

,,I dabble.''

,,You ever written a song?'' Ms.Jenn asked with a curios look.

,,Nothing I've ever shared with anyone.''

,,I always thought the drama teacher should have an Act Two power ballad. We'll sidebar.'' was all the blonde teacher said before she stood in front of me.

,,Gabriella.''

I looked at her and shook my head slowly.

,,No. I'm actually here to audition for Taylor.'' I answered a small smile forming on my lips.

,,Oh, ok.'' was all she said before she continued walking down the line.

Ricky still didn't show up and I really thought he just decided not to audition last minute. I was sitting on stage with the others. It was EJ's time to audition.

,,Okay, what do I need to know?'' Ms. Jenn whispered to Carlos.

,,EJ Caswell. Big brother of Y/N Caswell, most Instagram followers. Wakes up looking like that-'' was all I could hear from their little conversation. Soon after EJ started singing 'Start of Something New’ while Seb played the piano.

,,Well, excuse me. Armie Hammer called. He wants his jawline back.'' The female teacher joked with a bright smile on her face. I sent a smile towards him which he returned.

,,Moving on with the Taylor's and after that we're gonna continue with the Gabriella's!'' she announced while clapping, shortly after.

It was my time to audition and, boy was I nervous. I was trying really hard not to throw up on stage in front of everyone. Like, I auditioned for plays before but I wasn't like my brother who was really confident in the things he did. I'm the sibling that overthinks everything.

,,Ok Y/N start when you're ready.'' Carlos said and waited for me to start. I took a deep breath and started reading Taylor’s lines. It was the scene where she apologized for trying to manipulate Gabriella and Troy's relationship.

,,Gabriella, we were jerks. No, we were worse than jerks because we were mean jerks. We thought Troy and the whole singing thing was killing our chances of having you on the scholastic decathlon team.''

,,Thank you Y/N! Now let's hear your singing.'' Ms.Jenn instructed. My eyes grew wide and I gasped.

,,Hold on. Jade didn't need to sing and she auditioned for Taylor as well. Why do I need to sing?''

,,Just do it!'' EJ whisper-yelled. I turned my gaze to him and then back to Carlos and Ms.Jenn who smiled widely.

,,Ok.'' I mumbled and looked at Seb who started playing the Piano seconds later.

,,Livin' in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance

I never believed in

What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart (Oh) To all the possibilities

I know that something has changed

Never felt this way and right here tonight

This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart (feel in my heart)

The start of something new.''

In conclusion...I sang my heart out.

,,Great, thank you Y/N. Let's continue with the Gabriella's!''

I smiled and sat down beside Nini. She smiled at me and I returned it. My brother sent me the same proud smile as Nini.

Gina was incredible. She was a multi-talent. I was kinda jealous. I mean I knew she could dance but she could also sing like a goddess. It was Nini's turn after Gina. To be honest, I did not think she could take on Gina. I mean she mostly played Trees and animals in plays soo...you know.

Just as Nini positioned herself on stage, Ricky came running in with his guitar.

,,Am I too late?'' he yelled, totally out of breath. Nini looked not so pleased.

,,We're all set on Troys. We're low on Chads. You can read after the Gabriellas.'' Ms.Jenn stated and turned her attention back to Nini, who still looked mortified.

,,I only studied the Troy scenes in the movie.'' Ricky told her while walking up the stairs. My brother rolled his eyes at Ricky, which lead me to roll my eyes at him.

,,Troy would have arrived on time.'' Carlos commented.

,,Thanks. Let me do the talking.'' the blonde whispered to the young choreograph.

,,Okay Nini let's try this again.''

Nini looked so much more nervous than before. No wait. She looked terrified. I didn't blame her. Having her current boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend in a room while you're trying to audition for a lead role is kinda nerve-racking.

,,You got this babe!'' EJ literally screamed. The scream startled Ms.Jenn so much that she spilled her coffee over the sound system. All the lights turned off.

,,Nobody panic! Nini, let's wait for the lights to come back on. I don't want this to throw you.''

,,I'm not thrown.'' the brunette replied. Everyone looked at her (well as best as they could.) and she started singing. Not even a minute later, Ricky got his phone out and turned on the flashlight, literally holding it in Nini's face. And of course, EJ got up and did the same. Nini was really good. Like really really good. Just as she finished singing, the lights came back on.

,,Well, thank you Nini. I only needed 32 bars but I appreciate your commitment.'' Ms.Jenn said while Carlos held up his right thumb. She turned her attention back to Ricky.

,,You, late boy.''

He looked at her.

,,Let's do the Chad sides.''

Ricky nodded and grabbed the script. It was quiet. Ricky looked at me and i sent him a (hopefully) comforting smile. Big Red came in last second as well. He held his thumbs up and smiled.

,,Hey, there. I'm Ricky Bowen. I'm a junior. And here it goes.'' he said before he started. I smiled the whole time, trying to somehow lift his spirit. He started reading the lines but stopped a few seconds later. My smile slightly faded and I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. He crumbled the script in his fist and I turned to look at Big Red who was looking at me with the same expression I had on my face.

,,I don't know. Maybe its the way Gabriella always had your back. And maybe you can't stop beating yourself up for totally blowing it with her'' Ricky began, looking at Nini who was sitting beside me.

,,And look, Troy. Even if you never said the L-word to Gabriella, 'cause that's, like, not even a word your parents say to each other anymore. That doesn't mean that you don't. Maybe it just means you were waiting for the right time to say it. So that everyone could hear it.'' he continued looking Nini. She was trying to avoid eye contact though.

,,No. That she could.'' he finished after a short pause. My smile was completely gone and I just looked at my hands.

,,Okay kiddo. Time to sing.''

Before Seb could even start playing the piano, Ricky asked if he could sing his own song. Ms.Jenn just agreed and he grabbed his guitar. And the next thing I knew was that he started singing the song Nini wrote for him. Don't get me wrong. I was so proud of him for being so damn brave but it still hurt a lot. I sighed and slowly got up, leaving the room. Just to clear my mind for a bit.

,,Clear!'' Carlos yelled as he ran past me with a blue piece of paper in his hands. I followed him, realizing that it was the cast list. Everyone was crowding around it so I didn't really get to see if I got the Taylor part.

,,"Chad"? She thinks I'm a Chad?'' EJ asked dumbfounded, his ego obviously hurt. I really thought he was gonna get the Troy part. Everyone stepped back and I finally got to look at the list.

Taylor McKessie - Gina Porter

Honestly the day couldn't have gone worse. First the Ricky thing and then the Musical. Big Red seemed to notice my sudden mood switch.

,,Y/N?'' he asked and I looked up to him with glassy eyes. He started smiling.

,,Look at the top of the list.'' he said chuckling. I did as he said and my eyes grew wide.

Gabriella Montez - Y/N Caswell

I turned to look at my best friend. I was so confused.

that's why Miss Jenn asked me to sing.

Big Reds' smile grew bigger and bigger every second. Mine did as well. But then I realized that Nini wanted the role and I practically just stole it from her. I looked at the list again.

Gabriella Montez understudy - Nini Salazar-Roberts

I looked at Nini and smiled at her. She flashed a sad smile my way and went to talk to EJ.

Big Red hugged me and, of course, I hugged him back. Ricky then stepped forward, searching for his name on the list.

Troy Bolten - Ricky Bowen

And that was definitely the start of something new.

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hyunnielix · 5 years

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Bloodline

Ever since the new Rat Marcus joined you decided to make it your mission to befriend him. (This is kinda boring because it's my first imagine about him I apologize)

Pairing: Y/N x Marcus Lopez Arguello

Warnings: Fluff, Angst? Introducing yourself to the softest b o y (Might make this a series idkkk) UNEDITED

Word Count: 1.68k

I know what you need, but it won't be me don't want you in my bloodline

“I know, but he’s alone,” You mumbled to Maria, your eyes pinned on the new student with curly brunette hair who sat on an empty table completing what you assumed was his homework.

“So? you can’t allow yourself to feel bad for every stray that’s let in,” She huffed stating the reality of the situation, crossing her arms on the table she followed your gaze towards him.

“He needs someone to look out for him or he’ll end up dead,” You whispered harshly, you didn’t trust the rest of the group enough to share your opinion with them as you’d surely be reprimanded. Kindness was seen as a form of weakness, a trait which the Soto Vatos were strictly ordered not to possess for a multitude of reasons.

“Chico won’t let you go,” She replied, fixing her red headband as she tilted her head, eyebrows furrowed and a sigh leaving her crimson painted lips.

“Yeah well he doesn’t own me,” You retorted, standing up abruptly which caused the groups attention to flicker toward you. Shrugging it off you mumbled a quick ‘I’ll be back’ to Maria whos expression showed concern for you knowing full well how much of an abusive dick Chico was.

Chico began to stand, making his way towards your prominently shorter figure as almost to intimidate you. Ignoring his presence, you attempted to push past him only resulting in his fingers clasping tightly around your fragile wrist. The callouses on his hand from gun use rubbed against your soft skin uncomfortably.

“Where do you think you're going, muchacha?” He questioned while squinting his eyes and peering down at you with his measly excuses for guards next to him, or rather lap dogs as you’d like to call them.

“I think you know where, now let go of me I’m not your property,” You spat rudely on the floor, your eyes burning with rage as you hated physical touch especially the aggressive type.

“You don’t want to cause a scene, do you?” You leant into him your voice as quiet as a whisper, noticing the unendearing gazes of the rest of the legacies on the both of you.

Releasing his grip on you, the corner of your lips upturned into a bitchy grin before stalking off and towards the rats' table, noticing the boy with his green hair styled into a mohawk had already sat at the opposite side.

Collective gasps could be heard from all around the room ranging from the Preps to the Soto Vatos as you slid onto the bench next to the new student, looking onto his work almost nosily before he instinctively hid it. You caught a glimpse of the shaded figures in his notebook, slightly impressed by his drawing abilities.

“Y/N why are you sitting here?” Billy questioned nervously as his eyes almost bulged out of his head at your bold move that would surely cause damage to your reputation and reputation meant everything in Kings Dominion.

“Is it a crime to sit here? If so, I can leave,” You responded, preparing to leave but a tug on your blazer from the new student signalled your approval. His chocolate brown eyes met yours nudging his head slightly and gesturing for you to sit.

Raising your brows expectantly you awaited him to introduce himself, even though you already knew his name.

“Marcus-,” He began to speak, holding his hand out to shake which you politely declined instead giving him a friendly smile, physical interaction wasn’t your thing.

“Lopez Arguello?” You stated pressing your lips into a thin line as the expression on his face was a mix of surprise and astonishment.

“You’ve got quite a reputation around here,” You stated, noticing the scar that trailed from his eyebrow and onto his cheek taunting you to ask the question of how he attained it.

Everyone in Kings Dominion has been through some fucked up and traumatizing shit, you just wanted to understand what his background was and hopefully, this would help you.

“So, I hear.” He muttered, returning his focus back onto the book in front of him, he seemed unnerved by it which caused some type of confusion to show on your face for a split second.

“Don’t mind Chico,” You replied to Marcus as he made eye contact with the leader of the Soto Vatos, watching Chico tauntingly purse his lips.

“Fuck that bully, He pushed a girl,” Marcus replied, returning his gaze to his book before looking back at you a somewhat unreadable expression plastered on his face.

“Do you know where we are? I’m pretty sure us girls can stand up for ourselves,” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as a huff left your lips, you noticed his nervous tick as he kept tapping the pencil he was originally using for drawing on his thigh.

“That’s not what I meant,” He stuttered, beginning to explain but you were quick to cut him off yet again another trait you’d accidentally picked up from your time here.

“They can fight back they just choose not to, like Maria,” You commented, carefully examining his facial expressions as you brought up Maria.

He let out a loud exhale before replying. “What his deal, anyway?”

“Mm, Chico's cartel, numero-uno on campus,” Billy replied to his question as you nodded along making sure the information he was conveying to Marcus was truthful.

“Like the star football kids at a normal school,” You interjected, reaching over the table and stealing a piece of deep-fried chicken off Billy’s place in the process causing him to groan in response.

“Dicks,” Marcus seethed, causing a giggle to leave your lips as he was in fact correct.

“But the top of the legacies as in, not you guys,” You remarked while adjusting your legs underneath the table to make yourself more comfortable and take your mind off the beating you’d probably get from disobeying Chico's order.

“We get it Y/N, we’re losers,” Billy grumbled while finishing off what was left of his food waiting eagerly for you to leave.

“Let's get the groups over and done with,” You addressed, nodding to Billy to signal him for when you needed his help with explaining.

“Preps, Rich kids Mostly CIA, FBI.” Billy pointed to the table that held very clean shaven and proper students that looked like they’d just come out of a real academic academy.

“Fascists,” Marcus stated knowingly, his intelligence astounded you for a homeless kid you expected less from what you’d heard, but rumours never proved anything.

“Exactly.” You grumbled, stealing Billy’s milk cartoon and taking a swig of the flavoured milk which caused him yet again to outcry.

“Get your own!” He exclaimed, pouting in the process as he snatched the milk carton back from you, a scowl leaving his lips as you pulled a face at him before putting your hands up in surrender Marcus let out a small laugh at what was unravelling before him.

“Dixie mob, Confederate cousin-diddlers, White nationalists.” You noted, pointing to the next table further away from them which held Viktor and Brandy two of the most loathed students in the school or at least that’s how you liked to think of them.

“Nazis?” He questioned as almost is he was dumbfounded, running his finger through his curly hair as you nodded in reply.

“The Hessians classified by us as harmless drug dealers, we’re the real thing,” You proudly gloated, referring back to the Soto Vatos before quickly moving on.

“Final World Order out of Watts. Party bummers,” Billy continued on, shaking his drink with disinterest as you had drunken most of the flavoursome milk.

“What about her?” He inquired, his line of vision meeting the Kuroki Syndicate which automatically sent alarm bells ringing through your head as of course, he would’ve taken interest in the leader.

“Oh, Saya? I’m guessing she kissed you?” You questioned, raising your voice so loudly that you made sure she heard, glaring back at her with rage. The feud between the both of you was neverending.

“It’s her assignment tactic does it to everyone, sorry pal,” You attempted to reassure him as he raised his brows for a split second in sarcastic surprise.

‘Yeah, we're at the bottom of the food chain, no affiliation.” Billy cheerily announced embarrassingly, attempting to be light-hearted in the harrowing reality of it all.

“So how did you end up in the Soto Vatos?” Marcus asked while sliding his book out again, uncomfortable with your brutal honesty.

“It’s in my bloodline,” You answered unenthusiastically, resting your face in the palms of your hands.

“Is that so?” He commented in an almost teasing manner as you rolled your eyes, punching him in the arm. You knew he was wondering why a girl like you would trade sitting with the top of the legacies for a pair of rats.

“Are you testing me Lopez?” You questioned, replying to his teasing manner with equal if not more sass. He visibly scrunched his nose up at the use of his middle name.

“I’m not surprised if Chico kills you for this,” Billy commented, causing you to groan as that’s the very thing you were trying to forget.

“Woah what? I thought students couldn't kill each other,” Marcus naively spoke, shock evident in the tone of his voice as you awkwardly smiled.

“Chico doesn’t care about that,” You replied sighing loudly, Marcus’s gaze flickered between the both of you unsure of how to digest the new information.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll look after you, I promise.” You gave him a sly wink as you tapped your fingers against his shoulder, letting them linger a little longer than intended to before removing yourself from the seat as every second of wasted time Chico's glare became harsher on you.

“She’s definitely something,” Billy mumbled, saddened by the lack of food left on his plate after your raid.

“Yeah, she is.” Marcus replied, throwing his head over his shoulder to watch you make your way back to the Soto Vatos, his lips upturned into a small smile.

His curiosity was going to get him killed.

#marcus lopez #marcus lopez x reader #marcus lopez imagine #marcus lopez icons #deadly class #marcus lopez arguello #saya kuroki #deadly class imagine

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cure-candy · 4 years

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Sweet! Dreaming Precure

Hi! My name is Ellie and I am creating a Precure fan series. I discovered Precure over the summer and was instantly drawn to the colorful optimism that the show presents. I recently thought of the idea of making my closest friends and me into Cures! This started off as a powerpoint presentation with ideas, names, reference pictures, and small bios. I’m not an artist, otherwise, I would have just drawn them. But when talking to a friend about this, she suggested that I turn it into a school project where I can learn to draw and animate a show. I immediately took this to the independent study teacher and signed up. So now, here I am! This blog may become part of my final project even! I’m going to talk about what I know so far, and put it below the cut!

Basics

Sweet! Dreaming Precure has the typical dream theme. Following your dreams no matter what, because that’s just what inspires me. Other themes are creativity, self-expression, and candy! There are 6 main characters: Cal, Elle, Amira, Lizzie, Sabrina, and Hannah. (Sweet! Dreaming Precure will be in English, located in the town where my friends and I live, simply because it’s what we all know best.)

Characters

Please note that I do not know some of the finer details just yet, or have drawings for these characters.

Cal/Cure Aria - Cal is non-binary/agender. The bubbly, outgoing, cheery protagonist! Loves to visit the candy store and share candy with their friends! Civilian wear, they dress pretty casual, somewhat edgy. Often wears a headband and sometimes even a cat ear headband! Hair is short, straight and light brown. Cal is an actor! They love being in musicals and singing and dancing on stage! Cure Aria - The Pink Cure!!! Hair turns bright magenta and grows a bit longer too. Two little pigtails? Undecided. But definitely a feminine outfit. Fancy ruffle skirt, pretty lace things, and pink!

Elle/Cure Candy - Elle is happy and extroverted but also a crybaby and very pouty. Elle is a dancer! She loves ballet the most. She works at the candy store and loves to hang out with the kiddos that come by. She loves kids! Her civilian wear is very pastel and soft. She wears cute sneakers and skirts and little hair barrettes! She has dark brown curly hair, that she wears in two pigtails! She has bangs too! Cure Candy - The Yellow Cure! Hair turns yellow, like a pastel yellow and grows longer but sticks with the pigtail & bangs look. She gets a kind of ballet tutu/bubble skirt and bubble sleeves. Lots of tulle accents in pink. Pink hints and candy bows! Ballet slipper shoes!

The Cure Candy & Cure Crystal friendship. Elle and Amira have been best friends since 2nd grade and are basically inseparable. So naturally, they kinda have a duo transformation. That’s just the thing. Their outfits aren’t too too matchy but that’s alright. They’re kind of opposites so it doesn’t make sense for them to be perfectly matching all the time.

Amira/Cure Crystal - Amira is quiet, friendly, artistic and rather introverted. She loves art! She’s really good at all art forms and loves to make art for her friends. She looooves her little Civilian wear, she wears loose, flowy clothes usually, sometimes cuffed jeans and converse. Glasses. Amira wears a hijab in the civilian and Cure form because she is Muslim. Cure Crystal - The Blue Cure! Still has her hijab! Angelic vibes, very flowy, soft and pretty. Light blue, tulle accents.

Lizzie/Cure Flower - Lizzie is pretty serious on the outside, caring, quiet and friendly. Secretly, she is very sassy and sarcastic. She loves baking! Long, light brown hair, always kept up in a messy bun. Sweaters and turtlenecks, flowy dresses. Floral!!! Cure Flower - The Green Cure! Hair turns a light green and one very long braid with flowers! Flowy, off the shoulders and elegant. Kinda floral, nature-ish themed.

Sabrina/Cure Mystery - Grumpy, defensive and very protective of her friends! She has a real soft spot for Elle. Sabrina is a singer/songwriter! She plays the guitar! She also enjoys fashion and dressing up! Civilian wear, she dresses very edgy, pop-punk. With skirts and combat boots! Black straight hair with bangs, kinda long? But not too long. She has a cat, named Kay, who is friends with Lucky. Cure Mystery - The Purple Cure! Hair turns galaxy and grows out longer and curlier. Purple dress with black tulle accents. Dramatic and long. Edgy and mysterious.

Hannah/Cure Alchemy - Hannah is the 6th ranger. Moves in town midway through the season. She is sassy, serious, funny and memey. Hannah likes photography/filmmaking. Hannah’s biggest passion though is science. She wants to be a scientist and make a change in the world. Androgynous style. Wears button-ups often, usually flannels or hawaiian shirts. Hair is similar to Cal’s but light blonde and straighter. Cure Alchemy - The Red Cure! Hair grows longer and the tips are dyed black. She has a shorts/skirt look going on. Pretty androgynous style still. Epic boots. Red with dark red tulle accents.

The Lore (ig)

Candyland is the world of Princess Emily and her lover, Prince Aaron. When Queen Nightmare and her workers attacked, Princess Emily used up the last of her power to send her away, damage her health close to death and to send her prince and her cat fairy, Lucky, to earth to find the legendary Precure who can save Candyland.

Queen Nightmare. She wanted to make it big, make people proud. But she failed and people laughed her off stage for because they didn’t like her idea. She decided from that day on she would make sure that no one could express themselves, so no one can get hurt. No one can reach their dreams because no one has dreams. Her henchmen are as follows:

James: The edgy one, angsty, funny. James so far is the only villain with a backstory. I won’t say it here as for spoilers but let’s just say, he lost someone close to him. Eventually, the Cures will befriend him and convince him that he doesn’t need to destroy the world’s dreams.

Alice: Genius one, smart ideas but backfires. Wholesome. She uses magic to lure the Cures into traps but it fails.

Nina: The one with history with the fairy/prince/princess, hates them

One aspect of Precure series that I love to see is a Cure Hangout! So here ya go!

Elle’s candy store!!! Her boss (turns out her boss is Prince Aaron) doesn’t care that all her friends are over all the time, they all get along great with kids for the most part and can help out! They all talk about things, the mysteries of Candyland, Princess Emily, and everything. The kids sometimes overhear and they play it off as a make-believe story. Prince Aaron also overhears and discovers their identities.

Random ideas for the series

- Sabrina is difficult to get to join the team. She doesn’t want to do something like that with people, she’s kind of secretive and is worried about letting people in. Elle is the key to getting her, she has a real soft spot for Elle.

- Lucky and Kay get along well. Lucky decides that she likes Kay and does some magic and now Kay is able to talk. Sabrina is shocked but not overly upset. Kay is spunky, sassy and adorable. Lucky is more serious. The two of them make up the mascots.

- An episode where Elle’s sister, Gale, will have an episode where she finds out about Elle’s powers and steals them. She becomes Cure Calculous. Everyone is shocked and Cure Calculous has to fight with them for a little bit. Elle is upset with her sister and Gale learns that being a magical girl is harder than she thought. She gives Elle her powers back. Lucky though, isn’t satisfied. Lucky wipes Gale’s memory of her sister being a magical girl.

- Gale is a 5th-grade genius. She is very smart, has read War and Peace and is on the high school Mathletes team.

- An episode where everyone has a crisis about college. The girls are seniors now and realize that when they all go to their own colleges, they won’t be able to fight as a team anymore or see each other. This divides them for a little bit but eventually, in the midst of a fight, the remember that their friendship is stronger than distance and they become stronger.

- Each girl will have an episode near the end where they overcome a personal struggle and unlock a special power that ends up being the pieces to the puzzle to defeating Queen Nightmare.

#sweet!dreamingprecure #precure fanseries

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gritsandbrits · 5 years

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Sonic OC Bio

Name: Cameron Segana

Nicknames: Cam

Age: 15

Alignment: Good

Species: Human

Continuity: Mostly games but with several changes

Physical Appearance

- Medium to dark brown skin

- Light brown eyes

- Super curly black hair worn in a short afro

- thin green headband

- Tends to wear green, teal, and coral pink outfits

- SA outfit: green and white sweatpants and short sleeved shirt with sandals

- Single eyelash and almond shaped eyes

- No gloves (they make her hands sweat)

- Bead bracelets

- Seashell necklace

- Beige and green sandals with ankle straps and a slight wedge heel

- Is one of the shortest human characters (by Sonic standards) at just 4'3

Family

- Erin (cousin)

- Nathan (father, whereabouts unknown)

- Karyn (mother, whereabouts unknown)

- John (uncle and Erin's father, whereabouts unknown)

Friends

- Team Sonic

- Amy

- Cream

- Silver

- Blaze

- Big

- Team Chaotix (sometimes)

- Team Dark are more like acquaintances

- Luna and Darcelle (two OCs associated with Team Dark)

Enemies

- Dr. Eggman

- Mephiles and Iblis

- Deadly Six

- Infinite

- Metal Sonic

- Black Doom doesn't exist because I hate them more than Mephiles

Backstory

Originally from an idea I had for a Sonic X reboot, Cameron is a 15-year-old human girl who lives in a secluded cottage with her older cousin Erin. In SA1, she discovers Tails after his crash and nursed him back to health before returning him to Sonic. Because of the badniks invading her home she decides to join up with them to stop Eggman from taking over the city. Along the way she discovers a knack for archery and some clues pointing to the whereabouts of her parents and uncle, who went missing during an expedition to Soleanna a few years back.

Personality

- Shy at first

- Introverted

- Learns to let loose

- Blunt when it comes to her opinions

- Sometimes expresses low confidence at times

- Mellow and soft-spoken

- Plucky

- Claustrophobic

- Bit of a neat freak because she doesn't like to attract bugs

- Expresses a thirst for adventure

- Can be pretty steely when angered

Hobbies and Interests

- Photography

- Swimming

- Surfing

- Collecting seashells

- Pizza

- Root beer

- Onion rings

- Scrapbooking

- Skating

- Works part time at a diner

- Playing her flute and drums

- Archery (she feels like a badass and likes to collect arrows)

- Traveling

- Skinny dipping on a hot Summer's evening or for privacy (her most shameful secret!)

- The colors green and blue

- Lemonade

Pet Peeves and Least Favorite Things

- Pickles

- Badniks invading her island

- Humidity

- Cold temps and snow

- Being underestimated because she doesn't have powers

- Gross things like bugs and slime

- Overly bright colors like neon orange and green (they hurt her eyes)

- Stubbing her toe

- People telling her that her parents and uncle won't come back

- Losing hope

- Closed up spaces

- Her camera malfunctioning

- Spoiled entitled behavior

Powers and Abilities

- Bow and arrow are her main weapons

- Hand to hand combat

- Athleticism

- Power Ups

- Hold her breath for extended periods of time (helping when in water levels; still need air bubbles)

- She can even weaponize her camera by turning the flash up bright to blind enemies

- Not the fastest nor strongest but has a healthy balance to keep up

- Learns to use Extreme Gear

Misc

- Cameron's surname is a reference to SEGA

- Her official ethnicity is African American but for the sake of my sanity her race will not be brought up constantly because I'm not here to earn social justice brownie points

- Cameron wears blue, green and oranges because I noticed how Sonic females tend to wear pink, purple and red and wanted her style to fit the games since there's not a female character yet who's associated with other colors besides those three

- A lot of people think that Cam and Erin aren't related because they look very different (Erin is a light-skinned redhead), which sometimes annoys her

- Out of the characters Cam has the most costume changes as she wears bathing suits, coats and winter gear, and other outfits depending on zone; she even begins carrying a bag to hold her outfits in

- She has a more mellow, humble personality to make her stand out from the other hammy, prideful and vibrant characters

- Cam documents her adventures through scrapbooking

- Her ultimate goal in the series is to find out what really happened to her family. This will eventually be resolved in Sonic 06 (spoilers: there's a happy ending)

- Also, Cameron and Sonic will be a couple but as always for my canon/OC ships, it's going to be a slow burn. Also I might tag as trigger warning for interspecies since some people still haven't got over SonElise.

- In SA1, Cameron received arrows with powers based on the stage. So for example, in Ice Cap she gets ice arrows, in Red Mountain fire arrows, Windy Valley has wind and leaves arrows, and Emerald Coast has her default arrows

- She doesn't have an ability type because I think it's outdated by now and limits potential

- I based her color scheme on the concept of Chromatic Arrangement. Sonic = blue, Tails = yellow, Knuckles = red, so it would make sense for another major character to be green (I don't count Jet and Vector). In SA Amy and Big round it out as "pink" and "purple."

- I guess Cam could technically count as a superhero even though she doesn't have the credentials of one (i.e costume, secret identity, edgy 90s redesign and bad Rob Liefield art)

- I based her SA/default costume from the styles that were popular in the late 90s and early 2000s since that's the era when the games came out

- Cam and Erin splits the bills, which is why they both have jobs since their parents aren't around. They end up getting rewarded money (SA2 by the president) which they then save up to go to Soleanna

- Cameron doesn't really consider Team Dark to be her friends, but she doesn't see them as enemies either

- She doesn't hate Amy either; she's more amused by Amy's worship for Sonic but does try to help her temper the obsession when it gets too much

- Cam eventually starts to see Tails and Knuckles as the brothers she never had, so she's protective of them; although her first impression of Knuckles was "Does he and Sonic fight every time they see each other?"

- I was inspired by Saphira24667's OC Saphira to make Cam and Sonic a couple because while I don't hate pairings like Sonally and Shadamy, I just want to do my own thing. Besides people will still find fault with it because it's canon/OC, so it's not like I have much to lose. No, I do not support beastiality but Sonic is at least sapient enough and people get away with Shadow/Maria.

- Originally my OC was going to be a Caucasian girl with long, wavy orange hair and a more "yoga instructor" design. Her names were also going to be Verna, Jade, Kelly, Celadon or Esmeralda, and her last name was going to be Greene. However I felt that having her be named after a shade of green and have a last name that literally is GREEN would be too much overkill so I changed her name and design. I also added more colors like blue and coral to give her a tropical aesthetic.

- Her theme in the SA games is Lauryn Hill's song "That Thing" which thankfully came out before SA was released in Japan (I tend to go extremely meta with my characters)

- One very old idea I had for her was for her to be a poodle with water powers to contrast her with Blaze; she's still associated with water though she doesn't have any powers

- Another old idea was for her to be a porcupine named Penny who had the power to control metal. The metal powers got carried over to my Shinkenger OC Ayane.

- I intended for Cam to be the total opposite of Chris Thorndyke as she actually has relatable problems, a character arc, and a likable and sympathetic personality.

- Cam weighs 121 pounds, so she has a canon weight compared to female Sonic characters

- In Sonic 06 Cam and Sonic becomes an official item (Amy will still be treated with dignity and respect as I hate ship wars)

- I have yet decided on what kind of power ups to give her

#sonic oc #sonic original character #actually good sonic oc #poc heroine #black female superhero #sonic human #sonic human fancharacter #badass normal #sonic games #good sonic oc

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alxspeaks · 6 years

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Nappy Black History Month! 18

I have been natural since birth, thanks to my mom who never once gave in all those times I begged to have my natural hair permed. However in 24 years of life it is only now that I am truly beginning to understand my hair and how to manage it.

I grew up hating my natural hair and how it looked, I never wanted to see it or even be around it for too long. As soon as it was washed it was quickly blown out with the hairdryer for fear of it drying out and becoming tough and knotted. As a child I would sit there (often on the floor between my mother’s knees) for hours getting my hair ripped out in the combing stage and then dragged out and burnt at the drying stage and finally flat-ironed so that it was bone straight and silky smooth. I would maintain this look by straightening my hair everyday and avoiding any moisture or water like the plague! This was my routine for many years with wash day being the most dreaded day of the month because it meant hours of being in pain fighting my thick untamed hair.

When I first heard black women talking about putting water on their hair to style it I thought they were mad. All that I could think of was the knots that the water would cause and all the painful detangling that would follow. I also had a really big fear of shrinkage! My tight coily hair drinks moisture from anywhere and shrivels up to nothing but a tiny afro around my head and I hated it. As black females we are taught to fear our natural hair, being told that it’s too difficult, too tough and it looks ugly. This was also evident during my secondary school years where long hair was everything and short afro hair was often referred to as bad hair, nappy hair, tough ‘ed or pickey ‘ed. So of course I never wanted to leave the house with my natural curly hair on display. I was even embarrassed to leave the house with my hair just blown out because it was so big and I would put on a huge headband to cover up as much as possible whilst I ducked down in the car on my way to the hairdressers.

Like most black females I had a big issue with my natural hair and I grew up being subconsciously trained to be ashamed of it. When I was around 8 years old my mom started taking my sisters and I to the hairdressers because she could no longer handle doing all three of our hairs by herself. I would go to the hairdressers and watch them sweat as they struggled to comb out the knots. I remember one hairdresser that had to ask for help from one of the other stylists on the best way to tackle my hair. Another hairdresser would beg my mom to let them put a relaxer on my hair to make it ‘easier to manage’. My hair has broken many combs, brushes, bobbles, hair dryers and people in it’s time. When attempting to do my hair myself I would struggle to comb it and cry as my arms ached from holding up the blow dryer and attempting to tear through these huge knots of curls. It was a process that would take up a whole day and I was often left feeling tired, sad and fed up of my hair. In addition to this natural hair like mine has was not popular and it was never seen on any celebrities or on TV adverts. All of the black girls in the hair magazines and on the front of the hair product packaging had bone straight long hair and I wanted to look just like them.

The truth is we have never really known how to look after our natural hair as we have spent so long chasing after straight european standards of beauty. Our main goal and focus has always been on getting as close to that look as possible and as a result our own hair has suffered. As I begin to learn more about the way my hair works I am slowly seeing that the difficulty was not with my hair but with my lack of knowledge.

Today I left the house and went to work with my first ever ‘wash n go’. I washed and deep conditioned my hair and without any heat or styling I set out for work with a short curly look. I was really conscious of how I looked to other people but I also felt proud to be rockin’ my own curls, something that I would have never even dreamed of doing 3 or 4 years ago. I had to question myself and ask why I preferred my hair when it was long, blown out, curled, or straightened and it was because that's what I had been told to believe was most beautiful. I still find myself struggling to appreciate the beauty of my natural hair but I am still on this journey trying to unlearn all of the self-hate that I have been taught. I have grown to understand that there is nothing wrong with how my hair looks in its natural state and it does not need manipulating to look beautiful. I am enjoying this new chapter of discovery where I can finally start to form a healthy relationship with my natural hair.

#black women #blackhair #blackHistory #black culture #blackhistorymonth

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monotype-on-phantom · 7 years

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To wrap up the recurring girls at Casper High, here are a few who, as far as I know, are never given names. We know that there are students named Donna, Sasha, and Denise, but they’re only mentioned by name. We don’t know if they’re any of these girls. It’s a possibility worth keeping in mind, though.

Since they don’t have names, here are my nicknames for them: veggie burger (in reference to the one person who said she looks like a Tucker and Sam lovechild), curly, Dee Dee, kitty shirt, tall hair, Ember fan, and the cheerleaders. Hopefully that’s easy enough to follow.

Ironically, despite someone pointing her out in the past, veggie burger has actually shown up the least out of these unnamed girls (not counting the Ember fan or cheerleaders). At least up until The Ultimate Enemy, which is what I’m mostly covering. She definitely has more of a presence than, say, Sarah does, but it’s still hard to figure her out.

She mostly has a serious/calm face, and she gives off the impression that she’s pretty quiet (aside from in Fanning the Flames, where she’s a gushing Ember fan just like everyone else). Not that she’s unsociable. She just seems mind her own business. She’s normally only seen in assemblies and classes outside of Fanning the Flames, and not much outside of school or in the halls.

The one other time (pre-TUE) that I’ve caught her out and about was in Life Lessons. She’s sitting next to the “4″ jock at the Nasty Burger. It’s possible they were paired up for the health sciences project, but since we don’t see them with a flour sack, I can’t say for sure. I do know she wasn’t looking at or talking with him, though. It’s hard to believe such an active bully would be a friend of hers if she’s so quiet. It’s possible, though.

So far, the only class I’ve caught her in is Danny’s math class, and she was taking the CAT at the same time as him. She’s also in Doctor’s Disorders, where the ghost power she gained seems to be the ghost sense.

I haven’t picked up much else about her, but hopefully we’ll see more of her in the future.

I haven’t found many frames that actually focus on curly. If you’re looking for her, though, there are plenty of times you can spot her in the background. She’s at assemblies, in the halls, in classes, and even around town. For whatever reason, though, I never noticed her until I started looking for the background characters.

There’s not a lot of information about her personality, but she’s smiling most of the time, so she seems pretty chipper. I’ve also spotted her hanging out with Mia and Brittany, and she’s the last known member of the Decorations Committee. This gives me the impression that she’s at least somewhat creative and outgoing.

I haven’t spotted anyone that she consistently hangs out with, but she was paired off with the depressed jock in Life Lessons. She’s also been seen a couple of times with the character of indeterminate gender (once laughing at Danny in the Spirit Week baby suit, and once ditching Jazz when she was blabbering about college).

The only class I’ve seen her in is Danny’s math class, and as seen above, it looks like she got the ghost ray in Doctor’s Disorders.

Then there’s Dee Dee, who I call that because she sort of reminds me of Dexter’s sister from Dexter’s Laboratory. Like curly, it’s hard to say much about her because we don’t see her often.

She definitely doesn’t seem like a loner. Most of her posture shows attitude, and she’s been seen chatting on her cell phone in the halls. I haven’t picked out any of her friends, though she might be a bit of a party girl. She was one of the kids at the front of the surprise Ember show at Casper High, and she was at the party at Fentonworks in Pirate Radio. Both of these things could also indicate that she likes pop music in general, since she seems to show up where that’s playing.

There aren’t many other things I’ve noticed about her. She’s in the same health sciences class as Danny. It also looks like she traded partners with Rebecca, since she was originally paired off with her partner. As seen in the top screenshot, though, she ends up paired up with a different guy.

She was once seen running away from ghosts with the blond kid with an overbite who has a crush on Paulina (in Public Enemies). Given their similar face shapes and colors, they could be related. That’s only speculation, though.

I doubt it surprises anybody that I’ve been excited to talk about the cutie in the cat shirt. I’ve mentioned her a few times already, and I don’t know why, but I think she’s precious.

I’ve seen her eating lunch with Rebecca a few times, but more often than that I see her hanging out with cyclops. They’ve eaten lunch together quite a lot, they may have been paired up for the health sciences project in Life Lessons (judging by where they were standing in line), they were sitting next to each other for Jazz’s spirit week speech, and they’re pretty close together at the party in Pirate Radio.

Given her style and sweet face, she gives off the impression of a kind girl who likes cute things. She probably isn’t super outgoing, but she’s not exactly shy, either. She’s comfortable dancing at high school parties with everyone and going out to do fun things like visit the water park or chase an ice cream truck with her classmates.

Still, her and cyclops are an oddly cute combo. I love imagining that he thinks she’s totally rad and hardcore, even with her cute kitty shirt. In fact, the cute kitty shirt is totally punk rock. She is punk rock. They are both punk rock. She’s cool with that. Idk, I just think that’s a cute idea.

The classes I’ve seen her in are Danny’s literature and astrology classes. (I’m just not gonna bother with health sciences from this point on. I think that’s a given by now.)

I tried to come up with a better nickname for this girl than “tall hair,” but it’s her most defining feature. Plenty of girls wear headbands, and the color of her clothes is inconsistent. Plus...I don’t know the name of that hairstyle, and “tall hair” seemed kinder than “Frankenstein’s Bride” or something. Because she’s perfectly lovely, that’s just the only way I know to describe that hairstyle.

But anyway, ramblings aside, tall hair pops up even less than Dee Dee does in the foreground. She’s in the background quite a bit, but she’s rarely the focus. I haven’t spotted her in any classes, but she was taking the CAT at the same time as Danny. In fact, she was sitting on his right (with Star on his left).

Heights in DP are often inconsistent, but a few times she’s drawn to be rather tall in general. Enough that she’s significantly taller than Danny when she’s standing several feet behind him with her knees bent. She’s a bit of a wild dancer, and she was really shaking it up at the party at Fentonworks.

The only person I’ve seen her hanging out with, in a sense, is square. She was also paired up with D in Life Lessons.

I have only spotted this Ember fan in Fanning the Flames. I have no idea who she is. I considered Rebecca, but Rebecca is shown elsewhere in this episode with her usual bangs and tiny ponytail (dyed bright blue). I also thought she might be tall hair, but she’s also seen somewhere else in this crowd, and her face shape is different.

Basically, I do not believe I’ve seen this girl anywhere other than exactly three moments in Fanning the Flames. To make matters weirder, her hair starts off partially blue, then turns completely blue, but then the ponytail turns brown after Ember’s spell is broken.

Perhaps she’s simply an embodiment of Ember’s influence on teens~! I dunno. It’s all I’ve got.

The cheerleaders only ever show up as cheerleaders. I haven’t seen them in casual clothes, classes, or anywhere else. They’re always the same girls, though. The Black girl, the blonde with pigtails, the redhead with a ponytail, and the brunette with a headband.

The episodes I’ve spotted them in so far are Splitting Images (though pigtail girl wasn’t there), My Brother’s Keeper, and I nabbed a screenshot of them from Forever Phantom.

For whatever reason, while Paulina is sometimes spotted with them, Star never is. I don’t know how cheer squad works, but it could be that Star wasn’t actually accepted onto the squad. Bummer.

#danny phantom #background characters #cast

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mrevaunit42 · 7 years

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Wasteland Adventures (post apocalypse au)

hello everyone, Mr.E here with another story because I like writing. haha it’s late so i will make this very quick.

I wanted to write an xcom style story but I wasn’t really feeling it at the moment though I am excited for Xcom 2′s new dlc coming out soon. So excited. So I thought I’d write a sort of post apocalyptic story fusing some xcom with another source of inspiration i found on this site. I saw this awesome series of artwork from somebody (and I am so mad I can’t remember who) about Star and Marco in a post apocalypse setting. Star was riding a bike, Marco had a mechanical arm, the main threat was robots. all that jazz and i drew inspiration from those two sources so if anyone could let me know who the artist was, i would greatly appreciate it.

So the story: Advent, alien invaders from another planet, have made a begrudging peace with Earth. In exchange for signing the truce, they demanded certain areas of the planet belong exclusively to them and some human be given the choice of living in their cities. Star lives in the wastelands that formed after the Advent cities were created. However, supplies are low and Star finds herself searching inside the one place her mother told her never to venture: The forgotten ruins of an old human city.

Honestly that’s all background i needed to set up and i do explain in the story. The main threat of the story and Advent are from Xcom 2 but dont serve too much of a purpose aside for the reason the land is basically a wasteland.

A little word of warning, this story is a little more serious at first and a little darker but given the setting, that’s a given. Everyone is about 16 years old.

Well i hope you have an amazing week. thank you for everything and i Hope you enjoy this little experiment!

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Star wiped the sweat off her brow as she took a deep, calming breath.

She lived in the wasteland her entire life, scavenging a meager existence that was fraught with danger and lawlessness but free of the paralyzingly, restrictive control of the Advent.

No one in living memory knew when exactly the invaders came to planet Earth but the shadow of the past had clouded Star's present for as long as she could remember.

Humanity to date has never lost an intergalactic war with another planet. They, however, didn't win either. In lieu of a true and lasting peace between the warring factions, there was a tense ceasefire that could dissolve at any moment with the slightest misstep from either side.

The Aliens, or Advent as they referred to themselves as, had only 2 demands before signing the peace treaty: a list of 7 or so oddly specific locations around the world and that humanity be given the option to live among them in what they mockingly called Community Centers.

Star frowned as she gazed upon Sector Double Zero, the largest Community Center Advent had ever created. It encompassed the horizon like an endless ocean and was constructed with cold, sleek colored metals that possessed a slight human familiarity that was buried under elegant and strange alien designs.

Community Centers were the pinnacle of technology and far suppressed anything made by human hands. Supposedly the people who decided to willingly live within these 'cities' were well taken care of and had their every whim carter to.

Star didn't trust Advent and she sure has hell didn't trust their CC's. A shiver ran down her spine every time she thought about it and her deeply honed instincts told screamed at her to avoid them at all cost. That deep within those enclosed walls and towering shimmering buildings was a terrifying secret. One Advent was willing to kill to keep unknown to the world.

Star shook her head, snapping out of her stupor and turning away from the CC.

Star wasn't desperate enough to break into Sector Double Zero.

Yet...

Star's mother once told her that the wasteland that surrounded Double Zero was once a lush, beautiful forest. Green bushes, trees, foliage once littered the hills for as far as the eye could see and even further beyond. But that was before Advent claimed the area of their own. Before they decided to redecorate.

Star crouched low, allowing the rocky reddish-brown sand slip through her gloved fingers.

That was all that remained of the forest her mother once remembered: an endless sea of sand, dunes and hills that rose and fell across every corner of her gaze. pockets of settlements scattered about remnants of a forgotten time half buried within the sandy clutches of the land. A wasteland nearly devoid of life.

Star picked herself up, throwing her coat over her frame as she wiped the sand from her hands.

Despite the harsh illumination of the sun, the heat had never been an issue in the desert during the day. Ironically, freezing to death had been the bigger problem. Even now, with the ball of gas burning in the sky, a chilling wind passed by, catching her hair in its grasp and causing her to shiver.

More of Advent's twisted influence on the planet.

Star picked up her cricket bat, carefully inspecting the coiled metal bands wrapped around the flat end of the weapon.

She took another breath, steeling her nerves as she gently placed her faded pink devil headband back on top of her head as she made her way across the cracked pavement of the empty ruins.

Star glanced about, taking in the concrete buildings that basked her in their shadows. Discarded remains of the life that once lived here were scattered about: Cars, briefcases, articles of clothing, papers. Star had never seen so many things in one place. It was rather humbling to be honest.

Star carefully parked her dirt bike against the nearest wall she could find, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest while she carefully watched for any sign of trouble.

The howling wind that raced through the empty city was the only thing she heard.

Her mother told her humans lived in these cities, giant man made settlements similar to CC's but with a slightly less malice intent. She had said that places away from any Advent Sectors were still like this. Still filled with people going about their day, still lived in.

Not like this tomb.

Star held the bat tightly in one hand, the other clasped tightly around the strap of her backpack as she moved further into the city limits.

Moon warned her the city ruins were dangerous, that only the desperate would be stupid enough to venture within but with supplies dwindling and her only mode of transportation on the verge of collapse, Star would have to be an idiot.

It was unnerving in a place so large with towering structures, with paved roads that were slowly being retaken by nature and where countless of people once lived side by side, the only noise that cut through the silence now was the steady thud of Star's boots.

Star nervously pushed herself further towards the heart of the city, barely resisting the urge to glance back at her ride as a sense of dread began to settle inside the pit of her stomach.

“It's okay Star” she muttered softly to herself “You are a fierce warrior. You've kick butt before and you'll do it again. Just aim for heads and swing” Star gave herself a reassuring nod “That's always worked before and it'll work now.”

Star's heart crawled to a stop when, without warning, a voice let loose a string of rather creative curses nearby.

Star dropped behind the nearest cover she could, deeply breathing as she inched closer to the source of the noise, gripping the handle of her bat tightly.

“Son of...” One voice cried out with barely held in anger “This is why I hate cities.”

“Umm Ferguson, you hate everything” The nasally second person answered.

“Well not the ladies Al. The Ferg is a lover after all.”

“I'm not in the mood to deal with your disillusions. I just want to load the stuff and get out. Is the truck fixed?”

“Of course!”

An awkward pause followed.

“I mean....probably...”

“Ferguson” Star could just imagine the eye roll that person just did “We're in the middle of a city filled with Lost and you haven't even fixed our ride.”

“I'm sorry I must be tired from all the HEAVY LIFTING I'VE BEEMPPH”

The outburst was quickly muffled but it was too late: Ferguson's words echoed dully into the distant, reverberating off the buildings and pushing deeper into the ruins.

There was a scraping of shoes against the road with an awkward silence that hung in the air.

“Sorry” Ferguson murmured sheepishly

“Please just fix the truck, I'll finish loading the supplies.”

“Ugh” Ferguson scoffed as his steps began moving away from Star and this Al person “Why isn't Marco helping us?”

“He's..” Al replied, his voice straining with effort “He's keeping a look out. Any loud noises will attract the Lost. I'm just happy your big mouth wasn't loud enough”

Star pursed her lips, slowly sneaking a peek at the two.

Ferguson was an orange haired teen about her age and wearing the strangest armor she had ever seen: Bright orange vest, barely armored clothing with the words “Love Machine” stitched on the front of his black shirt.

Al was a curly haired teen with glasses and much more practically dressed for a dangerous area: A bulletproof vest, elbow and knee pads and unlike Ferguson, openly displayed a blade tucked into his belt.

For a moment Star wondered it was best to attack them now when they were separated but the moment passed and she noticed the rather large pile of stuff that the curly haired one was sorting through: Canned and package food, a random assortment of gears, screws and various other mechanical items and piles of different clothing.

Was it really okay for her to forcibly take these things from fellow survivors? She was no stranger to violence, you couldn't be this day and age, but they had always been raiders, bandits, crazy mindless sociopaths and the occasional Advent grunt that wandered to far from the Community Center but never other survivors.

Star twitched uneasily as Alfonzo just stared at the pile of stuff before him, uncertainty filling in his eyes.

Star slowly moved out of her hiding spot, bat hung casually at her side as not frighten a response from Al but still close enough to get a swing in if they turned out to be hostile.

She took a step forward when a series of low yet well coordinated clicks chimed from some unseen speaker.

There was a flurry of footsteps and Ferguson had reappeared, dropping into a fighting stance though his breathing was heavy.

“you!” He called out, pointing directly to Star “S-stop right there! Oh man I hate when he does that.”

Star rose her hands in the air, silently impressed by the orange haired teen's situational awareness.

“Ah, who are you?” Al asked, his hands anxiously fidgeting over the hilt of his weapon.

“Hi!” Star beamed cheerfully “I'm Star, fellow survivor in this hellish landscape we call home. I came in looking for some supplies when I noticed you two.”

“How long have you been watching us?” Alfonzo questioned timidly

“Not long, about 5 minutes or so. You must be really sharp to see me coming while working on the ...umm truck was it?”

Al opened his mouth but Ferguson quickly shoved his way between his friend and the girl.

“Hey, I'm Ferg.” he said with the smoothest voice he could muster “Hero of the wasteland, engineer and mechanic extro...”

The trio jumped as, without warning, the series of complex clicks came out of the tiny black box that hung on Ferguson's belt.

“...umm....” Ferguson glanced downwards sheepishly.

“What's that?” Star gestured to the strange device.

“That's Marco.....” Alfonzo muttered guiltily.

“Oooo” Star cooed while she leaned closer to the device “Hi Marco!”

A moment of silence followed by a wave of frantic clicking noises.

“Talkative little guy?” Star gave a goofy grin.

“Umm....this is a walkie-talkie....it's used to talk over long distances?”

Star stared at the little black box “That's talking?”

“That's a code so he doesn't give away his position. You know, Marco's somewhere nearby...”

Star nodded “Ah huh....”

“...Watching us...”

“Ah Huh.”

“...With a rifle.”

“....”

Ferguson and Alfonzo looked at each other curiously

“....Umm...Star?”

“Mhm?”

“You know what it...”

“Oh yeah” Star waved off the boy's question “It means he's probably got the scope right here” She patted the center of her forehead playfully “Ready to take me out if I try anything. Duh”

“Right...” Al murmured softly “Umm....”

Another clicking sequence

“What's he say?” Star asked quizzically.

“He says you're trouble....” Ferguson answered slowly “he said we probably shouldn't deal with you.”

Star pouted “Come on, it's perfect! You get an extra pair of hands and I get work for some much needed supplies. Everyone wins.”

Ferguson rose the walkie-talkie to his mouth, whispering as low as he could “Whatcha think buddy?”

A moment passed followed by another and another. Seconds stretched a dozen times over as the invisible sharpshooter mulled over Star's business offer.

Then, finally, a long single defeated click. Even Star knew what that meant.

Begrudging agreement.

Star decided to stifle the cheer she wanted to let out.

The work was slow but Star hardly noticed. She loved meeting new people but most folks didn't care much for a bubbly yet dangerous blonde girl trying to make conversations with them while they were doing the whole 'trying to survive' thing.

Ferguson and Alfonzo were a refreshing change of pace.

Star brought her dirt bike closer and began helping Alfonzo load the various things they found into the back of van. It was much sleek and elegantly designed than the war horses and battle charioteers she was used to seeing on the wastes but it's most unique feature didn't catch her eye until the third or fourth trip when she noticed that instead of wheels, the van had strange circular plates that hummed softly.

“Yeah” Ferguson wiped the sweat off his brow “This is an Advent transport. Probably left it when they lostifed this town.

“Lostiwha?” Star raised an eyebrow.

“You know why no one comes here, right Star?” Al asked

“Psst” Star scoffed, an unconvincing chuckle escaping her lips “Of course I....don't know what that means. What does that mean?”

“Check it out” Ferguson motioned to a nearby store “Just don't scream.”

Star glanced at the two but given they made no moves to stop her, she figured it was alright.

Still, as she drew closer, trusty cricket bat in hand, she felt off. Her instincts there was danger here, slumbering until someone foolishly awoke it.

Star held in a gasp upon seeing what Ferguson wanted to show her: Inside there was thin, sickly pale humanoid figure with empty green eyes standing there, unmoving, unflinching, lifeless. It resembled a human but its structure was more skeletal. Long razor sharp fingers twitched uncontrollably as its arms hung limp midair.

Star backed away slowly, trying to process what she just saw.

“What was that?' Star asked breathlessly once she was sure she was far enough away.

“The Lost” Ferguson replied grimly “Advent's present for us humans when they moved in next door.”

“What are they?”

“Some say” Al dropped to low, dramatic spooky voice “They are the remnants of humanity, their wandering spirits left behind and seeking rest for their torture soul.”

Star let out a sharp gasp “Really?”

“Pfft, nah” Ferguson laughed “They were some sort of experimental weapon Advent worked on. They were supposed to be this weird guerrilla fighting force that would hide deep inside the forgotten corners of city, creating new copies of itself and just keep harassing the population until they were overwhelmed or forced to retreat. They were supposed to be smart, tactical, independent beings but in reality they're just mindless, artificial empty shells. More zombie than anything.”

“Then why are they called the Lost?” Star wondered

“Because Advent 'lost' loads of effort and money on them. They were literally a waste of time.”

“Oh” Star pursed her lips “That makes them lose a lot of their grandeur and spookiness.”

“yeah” Ferguson took a long sip of water “But they are still dangerous. Those claws can rip through metal and they might not be the smartest bunch but there's a lot of them and they will swarm you. Luckily they rely on their hearing above all else. As long as we don't loud noises, we'll be fine”

Empty silence followed that statement.

“Yep” Ferguson posed triumphantly “No loud noises. Back to work”

Star and Alfonzo nodded in agreement.

The sky was a purplish twilight as the sun slowly sunk beyond the horizon. The cargo had long since been loaded into the van but it turns out Ferguson was having trouble reactivating the hover plates that were absolutely necessary to actually move the vehicle

Alfonzo was napping against the wall he and Star sat against, a small trail of drool escaping the corner of his mouth.

Not that Star noticed. Star was far too busy keeping a look out for the Lost that littered the city and this mysterious Marco character.

He hadn't shown up the entire day. He remained hidden in his little sniper's spot and aside from the occasional burst of clicks that occurred randomly chattered out of Ferguson's walkie-talkie, there was no indication of him or his existence.

Star voiced her worry to Ferguson, wondering if this Marco character could really remain so vigilant for so long.

“Dude” Ferguson answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world “It's Marco. If anything, he takes his job too seriously” Ferguson dropped to a low whisper “We call him safe kid.”

A single angry click

Star covered her mouth, holding in her laughter as Ferguson sheepishly apologized into the tiny black box.

Star rose to her feet, stretching her tired body while giving out a sleepy yawn.

“I GOT IT!” Ferguson shouted excitedly, his fist raised in triumph, the hum growing in volume as the van quietly floated a few inches off the ground.

“Awesome” Star beamed tiredly “Looks like we're ready to head out?”

Ferguson nodded in agreement “Yeah, we just have to wait for Marco. In the meantime, get your dirt bike ready. We came here through the tunnel network a few blocks from away, we'll slowly make our way there and you can follow us back to our camp. We'll split the goods when we're nice and safe.”

Despite how many words that just came out of Ferguson would normally trigger 'It's a trap!' instincts, she felt calm and relaxed. She trusted these people. She knew she could and it felt nice to actually be a part of something again.....

Star teared up at the memory of her mother but she quickly wiped them away, rubbing her eyes in mock tiredness.

“Awesome, it's getting late I was starting to worry” Star admitted.

“Me too” Alfonzo added.

“Thanks for the faith guys.” Ferguson rolled his eyes “Okay don't tell Marco but I was getting nervous myself.”

“Nervous about what Ferg?” A muffled voice called from above.

The trio glanced upwards and Star got her first glimpsed of Marco looking at them from the roof of the building.

He was rather imposing in his long black coat with a hood covering his head. He wore a mask with two blue lens and a breathing apparatus attached with gloved hands and a rifle strapped to his back.

“Marco, hey buddy! We're all ready to go” Ferguson quickly spoke “Just come down from there and...”

The whirling hum of power stopped and the van floated there for a moment before crashing against ground with mighty thud.

“Ferguson!” Marco's voice cried out but the orange haired teen was already on it, rushing over and checking the interior of the van.

“Damn it, it's got an energy saver mode!”

“Seriously?!” Star yelled

Star felt a cold chill drip down her spine. After an entire day of peaceful quiet, a solitary inhuman shriek felt like thunder in her ears.

And another joined in. And another. More and more, a morbid crescendo of an animalistic harmony grew until it felt like the city itself was growling at them.

“Shit” Marco cursed, gesturing to Alfonzo to move “Get the truck moving now! We'll cover you”

“We?” Star asked but Alfonzo was already bolting for the passenger door, nearly tripping himself as Ferguson pulled him in.

“Sound attracts the Lost” Marco explained as he climbed onto the ledge of the roof “But they're single minded. First they hear then they spot and until we get out of dodge, that van's gonna be their target.”

“Get out of....” Star repeated but was stunned into silence as Marco leapt, grabbing onto a nearby drain pipe and sliding towards the ground at break neck speeds until he landed on the pavement with a solid thud.

Star couldn't hear the van turn on but she could see the panicked motions of Ferguson starting up the vehicle as fast as he could.

The van began to float once more but their visitors had already arrived.

Star felt sick as the Lost seemed to pour from every inch of the city: crawling out of drains, shuffling out of doorways, rolling from under nearby debris and fixtures.

Within seconds the empty city streets were filled with dozens upon dozens of these creatures and more seemed to be pouring in. An endless wave that threatened to consume them all.

“Ferguson!” Marco shouted, drawing his rifle and taking aim “GO!”

Crack, pop.

The lost reaching for Ferguson stumbled and fell as its head exploded out of existence but it was more like a balloon, leaving nothing but empty air and a rapidly decaying body that turned into a puddle behind.

“Star” Marco called to her as he pulled back on his rifle's lever “We need to go.”

Star walked backwards, blindly reaching for her bike as she saw the Lost swarm with frightening speed. Several of them managed to climb onto the van before it took off and while it was comical to see them tossed about back and forth while holding on for dear life, Ferguson and Al's childish screams shook Star out of her stupor.

Star climbed onto her bike and waited for Marco's pat on her shoulder before revving the engine to life.

Some of the Lost turned her way, their empty eyes looking at the pair but before any could lurch at them, the bike squealed, rising up on the back tire before surging forward at top speed.

Star managed to level out the bike as she weaved in and out of the Lost's path.

“A little warning next time” Marco groaned in her ear, barely heard over the rushing wind.

“Sorry” Star apologized “I didn't have time. It was peel out or be lunch meat.

“Fair enough. We need to catch up to them though. Those Lost will tear the van apart if they regain their footing.”

“Gotcha!” Star revved the engine.

The van swerved wildly back and forth but the Lost held fast. Despite how chaotic Ferguson was driving and the added weight from the several zombies hitching a ride, Star was having trouble catching up since her bike was unable to defy gravity and had to deal with traction and such.

“Ugh, I can't get closer!” Star snarled furiously as she avoided colliding with the increasing horde of Lost that filled the streets “Stupid hover tech. Stupid crowd.”

“I can't take a shot, Ferguson isn't keeping it steady and we're losing light.” Marco muttered, unable to keep the concern out of his voice.

“Hold on!” Star shouted “I got an idea.”

Marco felt his instincts scream at him “How bad are your ideas usually?”

“Pretty bad”

“Oh great.” Marco muttered as he held onto Star's waist tightly “Well you're driving, I can't really stop you.”

“Nope!”

Star made a hard turn without warning, her bike skidding sideways for a feet in a slide and knocking several Lost to the floor.

“Where are you going?” Marco asked, trying not to let worry overtake him as the van vanished from sight.

“We need a clearer path” Star explained, the wind blowing her long blonde hair about “I heard cities had this thing called a subway? Like the sandwich shops but I'm looking for...”

“There!” Marco pointed the entrance off to the side, wrapping his arms around Star's stomach as they raced towards the opening.

The Lost stumbled blindly in the darken subway station, searching and failing to find the exit to the surface. Their brethren stirred and they must follow suit.

One lucky lost looked upwards, the fading light drawing it up the staircase.

It let out a low, almost satisfied howl as it took it first steps towards fresh food when something heavy landed on it and squashed it flat.

“What was that?” Marco asked as the pair darted further into the darkness

“Doesn't matter” Star waved off the question, hopping the bike onto the train tracks below.

Marco held on firmly as the duo bounced off the uneven terrain.

Star's light was the only source of illumination as the bike rushed down the seemingly endless tunnel and for better or worse, the Lost's numbers were considerably thinner down below.

“Sharp turn ahead” Marco pointed out the obvious turn coming up.

“Thanks” Star mumbled halfheartedly, gently moving into the curve when a sudden train car appeared without warning. Star gasped in surprise as she leaned the bike away from the incoming object. The bike rumbled unhappily as it began to climb the circular walls of the tunnel.

Star struggled to keep her balance as the train car after train car whizzed by them, the bike leaning dangerously to either side the longer they went on.

Star let out a sigh of relief as she straightened herself on the now clear train tracks, the last rays of the sun slowly disappearing in the tunnel mouth ahead.

The cold, damp air of the underground became fresh as Marco and Star found themselves outside.

There was a slow building of some folksy guitar playing that crackled and suddenly became some man speaking really fast while an automatic drumbeat played mindlessly in the background.

“There!”

Star looked where Marco gestured and let out the tense breath she had been holding: o The van crossed their path a few feet ahead with fewer Lost but noticeable tears and dents in the vehicle.

Star gave chase, the steady roar of the motor bike filling the air as she trailed behind.

Ferguson and Alfonzo seemed to be arguing as the guitar and the man singing quickly popped then faded out of existence in an endless loop.

“Idiots” Marco muttered “They're actually arguing about music? Right now?”

“Yeah, when else are they going to do it?” Star chimed in.

Marco shook his head “hold it steady”

“Trying”

Marco raised his rifle, taking a deep calming breath as he slowly squeezed the trigger.

The sound of shot after shot filled the silence of the night in a rather relaxing rhythmic beat.

Shot, click, shot, click, shot, click. It brought peace to frayed nerves as the last Lost tumbled into the growing dark.

Ferguson pulled the van over, just short of the entrance to the tunnel and Star followed his lead.

“Thanks buddy” Ferguson said with the widest grin.

“No problem” Marco replied, his voice still muffled through the mask “You ready to keep going?

Ferguson and Al nodded in agreement.

Star was about congratulate everyone on a job well done when she caught something out of the corner of her eye.

She turned only to see a strange object sailing through the sky.

A whoa escaped her lips as she sat there, awestruck and inspired.

Her mother told her there used to be vehicles that used to fly through in the skies above but she never believed it. She never thought it was possible but there it was.

She felt the spark of hope ignite in her heart.

The object was small, almost as big as her bike, circular in design with two little fins that shifted angles and positions. A clear dome was fitted in the front almost like it was some sort of eye.

Marco caught Star's stare and followed her gaze to whatever was currently catching her attention.

Marco felt cold as he saw the circular flying object inch closer and closer to the city.

“Advent!” he shouted, patting Star on the shoulder “They must've seen a disturbance. We need to go”

“Wha?” Star could only stare at Marco's mask, completely dumbfounded. How could something so beautiful belong to something so evil?

There was a small hiss of air of escaping as Marco pulled the mask from his face.

Star's dumbfounded expression only grew at the sight of Marco: His brown eyes looking at her softly, his mouth set in grim determination, a tiny cute mole that graced his...

“Star we need to go.”

Star nodded dumbly, turning forward and quickly following Ferguson into the tunnels below.

Marco sat away from the campfire, staring up to the countless stars above as the sounds of joyful laughter and contentment filled the normally quiet campsite.

It hadn't taken them long to navigate through the tunnels and exit the boundaries of the city.

Star was more than welcomed at their camp and that was before Ferguson proudly announced her exploits.

Star's cheerful nature was infectious and before anyone knew it, she was practically begged to stay with his fellow survivors. Any deals regarding the great service she had provided Ferguson, Marco and Al could be discussed in the morning but tonight there was cause for celebration.

Marco felt his body tense up instinctively at the crunching sound of footsteps approaching. He willed himself to calm down. He was at camp. He was finally safe.

Marco turned to face his visitor and was surprised to find Star, the life of the party, standing there, giving him a shy wave of her hand.

Marco waved back.

“Hey Marco. You doing okay?”

“Umm yeah” Marco nodded slowly “I'm fine....why?”

“Well you're over here” Star explained “By yourself and...I dunno, I guess I was worried about you?”

“Worried about me?” Marco was caught off guard “You just met me today.”

“Well yeah” Star shrugged “but you seem like a nice person and we made a pretty great team.”

Marco smiled at the memory of earlier

“We did, didn't we?”

“So, I mean, you should totally join us. Janna's showing me this magic trick and Jackie's teaching me how to braid my hair.”

Marco wasn't expecting Jackie's name. He could feel his face blush at the sound of it and his heart skipped a beat for a moment.

A moment was all Star needed to catch Marco's shift in behavior.

“Ooooo” Star smiled mischievously “You liked Jackie, don't you?”

Marco's silence was all she needed.

Marco felt his blush worsen as Star gave a low chuckle.

“That's cute. Don't worry, I won't tell her.”

Marco stared blankly at Star, unsure what her angle was. Janna would've already demanded some sort of bribe by now.

“It's cute you have a crush on someone” Star explained “I mean when I first met you, you were all super serious. You need to relax safe kid. Life isn't life if you don't have some fun even in the middle of the wasteland.

Marco blinked, confused at the wisdom that Star spoke.

“I hope you join us” Star told him with Cheshire grin “I bet Jackie would looooove your company.”

“Star!” Marco cried but she had already retreated, making her way back to the others sitting around the campfire.

Star could feel her cheeks threaten to turn pink, her heart racing despite herself. Marco was too cute for her to handle but she knew she needed to suppress herself. He liked Jackie. That was it, nothing more to the story.

Marco stared at Jackie, his heart racing at the sight of her laughing and smiling brightly in the glow of the campfire. Then Star took a seat next to her, impatiently pawing at Jackie to start teaching her how to braid her hair.

Marco felt his heart stop, his cheeks blaze as Star turned to him, the bright flames of the campfire fire dancing in her ocean blue eyes, giving him the softest smile she could muster.

Marco slowly made his way over, muttering quietly under his breath “Pretty girls are always trouble...”

#my story #star vs au

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