#sparkler v

[paperdoll201]

happy birthday to the amazing London Thor ❤️❤️❤️

via valerierockey instagram story

[aoitakumi8148]

“Ты ошибся... Ошибся снова... Ты будешь жалеть... себя.”

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭.

[firs-tlove]

[dreamings-free]

Sun Room and Oli in a club after the All Of Those Voices LA premiere 13/5/23

from ralph_cabrera’s instagram stories

[leisi-lilacdreams]

@tmntaucompetition

i don't know who to support in the au competition there's so many good ones ;v;

i can't draw all of them, but i wanna at least draw the ones i know and some that have caught my eye

i wasn't in the fandom when the last comp happened so it's been fun to see it this time around

honestly fml if Ghost in the Shell goes up against The Last Ronin becomes a Discord Admin

i will actually cry between the two

bonus CAS appearance! last year's champ has come to see what the newbies and familiar faces are up to!

everyone' enjoying the chaos, but raph's a bit worried since there's so many little kids

GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE! 🎉🎉🎉

creator tags under cut

@villainleoau @cnwolf-brainrot @star-sparkler @kathaynesart @beannary @angelpuns @bluepeachstudios @phykoha @tangledinink @somerandomdudelmao

[crazymadpassionatelove]

Cool Fiancè

Notes: 18+ sex mentioned

Special shout-out to @ab4eva and her fabulous editing skills! This is the second installment in my cool girl saga. Read Part 1 here

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Five Things to know about Austin Butler’s New Fiance ::

Although his reps couldn't be reached for comment, sources close to the Elvis actor confirm he has popped the question to his mysterious lady love!

Butler and the stunning brunette were recently spotted at the iconic Les Puces market in Paris last Friday, and she seemed to be sporting a new accessory. Austin was dressed in a black leather jacket, a white v neck tee, and black moto boots. She was clad in a classic trench coat and vintage Dior kitten heels as she kept her head down and let the winner lead the way. His face was mostly obscured by aviator sunglasses, but his smile was very apparent according to onlookers. “Austin was holding her hand and pointing out jewelry at different booths. They were very friendly with local vendors and Austin ended up buying her a gold charm bracelet. He told the dealer the bracelet was a momento to celebrate their recent engagement,” a fellow American tourist overheard. The twosome reportedly spent the prior week soaking in the city of lights and meeting with the YSL fashion house. Austin was recently tapped as the brand's newest ambassador.

Since returning stateside paparazzi pics have finally surfaced and revealed a closer look at that ring. Montana based indie jeweler Jada Kaye has been revealed as the designer of that serious sparkler. The 5 carat, flawless emerald-cut emerald is set in solid gold and flanked by two white diamonds on either side. Inside sources told Elle Magazine that Kaye and Butler worked closely together to craft the one of a kind creation. There's even rumored to be an inscription on the inside that's significant to the couple and the ring is estimated to cost a cool $100,000. Austin's fiancè was photographed heading into a ballet studio yesterday wearing pink tights, a pink leotard, Ugg boots, and of course that ring. Her curly dark brown hair was slicked back into a bun and she seemed to be sporting a pair of the actor's sunglasses.

Here's everything you need to know about the future Mrs. Austin Butler;

She's from New England —

A, as she's known, was born in Rhode Island. She grew up splitting her time between Rhode Island and Kennebunkport, Maine. Her teenage years were spent working the local Del’s lemonade truck, former neighbors say. She attended the Rhode Island School of Design after high school but never graduated.

She and Austin met via her former job –

Whilst working at the New York location of Vibrant Vintage, A, served as the fashion archives buyer. She also happened to be on hand when Butler visited the store. Supposedly she helped him find the perfect pair of leather boots, and the rest is history. Things clearly moved quickly between the two lovebirds, with A relocating to Los Angeles not long after. According to Vibrant Vintage, she is no longer employed there but “remains a close friend and consultant,” says their PR team.

She's a hit with his friends –

She organized a birthday party for her man’s co-star and close friend, Callum Turner. Turner posted an Instagram story showing off a fairly large garden party celebration and a “homemade blueberry glaze cake” according to the post. “Huge thanks to Austin's lovely lady xx” accompanied the video footage. She and Austin were also seen dining with his other Masters of the Air co-star, Nate Mann, while in Paris recently.

They've (supposedly ) got matching ink –

An unnamed employee at the iconic Bang Bang tattoo in NYC has said that Austin and A made a late night visit to the tattoo studio. Where exactly are the said-to-be matching minimalistic tattoos? Reportedly, Austin was inked on his left hip and A on her inner left thigh.

Old fashioned love letters are her thing -

Notably social media shy, Austin and A have taken up the lost art of handwritten love notes. Sources exclusively say that custom monogrammed stationery was crafted for the duo whilst Austin was filming in England. The hand pressed, vintage inspired paper bears a unique coat of arms style symbol with intertwining letter A’s and two sparrows (Fun fact! Sparrows mate for life and always find their way back, no matter how far they fly). While separated, the couple often writes letters to one another, even having the letters sent via jet instead of mail for privacy reasons!

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Suddenly one morning articles begin to pour in about your engagement. It catches you off guard, that ring akin to a skating rink has been sitting pretty on your hand for a bit now. The engagement had happened so naturally as everything with the two of you seems to. In the early morning hours while his swollen, rock hard member thrusts into you repeatedly you begin to awaken. On your side, his teeth clamp down on your shoulder as his finger twirls round the curls at the nape of your neck.

His gasps and needy groans tickle your ear. “Couldn't help myself..”, he shudders as you suddenly clamp down around him, barely able to register it all. You stretch and arch, allowing him the room and space to take what he needs. It is his after all. His teeth and pillowy soft lips mark your shoulder blades and when you reach down to where the two of you are joined, you feel his very full balls. Your newly manicured fingers tease and tug the best you can, scrunched up like some sort of acrobat. “Ugh, ugh…baby… you're gonna make me -”. Then he does. Hot, viscous, cream floods you and makes you sigh in a contented whimper. “Thanks darlin’,” he pets your head and you close your eyes dreamily. That is until you hear him rustling around in the bedside table next to him.

You cock open an eye, figuring he's looking for smokes or even the book he had been reading late last night. Your hands are stretched above your head, gripping a pillow. The perfect position for him to suddenly slip the most gorgeous piece of jewelry you've ever seen onto your finger. When your eyes shoot open and you jump up, he's lying there grinning that smile that makes you weak at the knees. “Will you be my wife?” As if your answer would be anything but yes, please Daddy. You smother him in kisses, straddling him and giggling. It's the perfect moment, the perfect proposal. You were never one to want a fireworks display or heaven forbid, those ridiculous and wasteful walls of flowers other celebrities seem to have for every occasion. This private, simple moment is everything you could ask for.

You feel the sudden urge to take him in your mouth despite him just finishing. With your head hanging off the side of the bed, you take him down your throat. Choking and gagging, you really give it your all. Fighting to keep your eyes open so you can see the way his lip curls and his eyes slam shut. Talking is always your thing. This time, though, he's sputtering and rasping words of utter devotion and love. Promises to worship your body until the day he dies. My perfect, perfect wife. Soon you can't be sure if the tears are from his cock down your throat, or his beautiful words. Maybe both. Those pretty boy fingers twist and tug on your nipples and then crawl lower and flick that special spot. The only fireworks you enjoy happen, twice for you actually. He's so dutiful and charming, when you're done pulling yourself back together and fixing your hair, he's handing you a surprise glass of champagne. What a way to mark the occasion.

You decline a proper press announcement. Phone and FaceTime calls follow to those who truly matter to you both - your families, both absolutely thrilled. Then Baz, Cal, The Presley's, everyone can't stop gushing about how perfect you are for each other. That ring, oh how sweet he designed it himself. You come up with a family-appropriate story to describe the proposal and the evening that followed, conveniently leaving out the mind-blowing sex the two of you have all over the house and in the hot tub. Why do things feel so different now that you're engaged? You can't get over the way the light hits the ring as you stroke him and something in that dirty girl heart of yours feels like it's really, truly, official when you have to clean his cum off the stone.

He's due back to set for some reshoots a few days later and of course you follow. Bringing throw pillows from your living room to spruce up his trailer and plotting out how to plan the most private, under the radar wedding possible while you lounge in his trailer in a cute little dress you sew yourself from vintage scarves bought in London. Your newest hobby, that and the ballet classes. He yammers on and on about wanting to sneak in and see you dance. You're sure it's just the tights and leotards spurring his interest though, let's be real. The paparazzi are as relentless as ever, but head down with big sunglasses helps keep the chaos at bay.

You visit Disney World, a whole crew, the two of you, your families, friends with their little ones. Thankfully Disney security is familiar with celebrity guests and you can actually let your guard down for once. Which is good, because seeing Austin chase after your friend's newly toddling little ones makes your stomach flip flop with joy. You make a mental note to expedite the wedding plans, he makes it known that he's chomping at the bit to be a father. When you visit Main Street, you decide a pair of new Mickey ears are in order. Gold stitching with Mrs. Butler is what you finally decide on after Austin's encouragement, his hand on your lower back as you walk miles and miles around the park with hands full of churros and cotton candy. Sure, some overzealous fans snap cell phone pics of you with your ears and immediately post them to those ridiculous Austin fan blogs who've now decided you are the evil villain in his story. You won't allow them to burst your Disney bubble though. Your fairytale is just beginning after all.

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[karonkar]

THE AUS!!!!

Featuring!

@cupcakeslushie @allyheart707 @mapleleavesart @star-sparkler @elliwoods @kathaynesart @thegunnsara @v-albion @twinclties @karonkar(mine) @astatium-at @angelpuns

Phew that’s a lot of tags- hopefully you don’t mind being tagged ^^’

But it’s nice to draw all of your AUs!!

[tmntaucompetition]

August AU - Star-sparkler

Kendratello Childhood - zeawesomeness

True Colors - V-Albion

Good luck have fun!

[tmntfashioncompetition]

I may be bald

"We all know who's got the best hairdo"

"It's barely more than a buzz cut, have you even seen my locks in the hidden city?

"Wasn't your hair evil, Leo?"

"Sounds like Leo's kind of hair"

"Don't be such a buzzkill, pun intended. Besides, I've got this amazing mask tail braid now to beat all of you in this round!"

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Welcome to the bonus round!

The point system will be based on the amount of participants and you will all fight each other in one big poll!

For example: 7 people join. 28 points will be given. 7 to the one with the highest amount of votes, 6 to the second etc.

Go make your tmnt character shine with their beautiful hair or if they are bald you've got a mask to work with. Buns, pigtails, different colours and textures. Go wild!

This round does focus on the hair so portraits are perfect although full body is just as welcome!

Participants, you've got 24 hours to sign up for the bonus theme. 

After 24 hours I'll update this post with all participants who signed up.

Please leave a comment on this post or send me a message in the discord fashion comp channel if you are a bean.

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THE BONUS GROUP

@star-sparkler

@thegunnsara

@kathaynesart

@bluesgras

@v-albion

@tangledinink

@radishhqueen

@teainthesnow

@tizeline

@untitled-tmnt-blog

@heckitall

That's max 11 points for the one who wins this round!! Deadline is this Saturday 22 June 23.59pm UTC+2

GOOD LUCK!

[cosmiccuppa]

I just had to draw August for @star-sparkler! She's so cute ; v ; 💜

[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (31/∞) ♛

↬ The Sinai Turquoise Tiara

As is the case with most tiaras in the royal vault, this turquoise tiara found its beginning with Queen Anne. At some point during her time as queen consort, Anne purchased a parure featuring turquoises sourced from the Sinai Peninsula in Egypt. Through her mother, Anne already had her own turquoise tiara, and she was never seen wearing this new suite, which featured a tiara, a necklace, a brooch, and earrings. In 1943, the King and Queen gifted this parure to their new daughter-in-law, Lady Katherine Rothman. The tiara was a hefty kokoshnik, but it could be adjusted to be worn as a more manageable bandeau, perfect for the inexperienced Katherine. At the time, Katherine wore the tiara but it never was her favourite sparkler. On Christmas Day 1981, Queen Katherine gifted the entire parure to her daughter-in-law Phyllis, Duchess of Keele as a 30th birthday present. After the Déléage, this tiara became the largest in Phyllis’s collection. For the next thirty-nine years, she wore the tiara in its various forms, including in its fully glory and as a headband in the 1980s. In 2005, Phyllis’s fifteen-year-old daughter, Princess Jillian of Keele, was seen wearing the tiara’s base during the Ruby Jubilee celebrations of King Louis V. The Duke and Duchess of Keele retired from public duties in 2019. Following this (and the prompt media fallout) the couple moved to Sunderland’s western coast. It is unclear if Phyllis still has the tiara in her possession or if it was returned to the vault. Some have speculated that it was given to one of her daughters-in-law or Princess Jillian, all of whom still represent the Crown on a part-time basis. We can’t be certain of the tiara’s whereabouts until it’s worn in public again, but when or if that will happen remains a mystery.

[lovebugism]

Would you/have you done one about steve comforting a reader who is scared of fireworks?

hi, love! thanks for your request! here's another v self-indulgent fic!! — the one where steve calms you down when have a hard time adjusting after the "fire" at starcourt tw for mentions of ptsd (shy!reader, hurt/comfort, 1.5k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Steve has the prettiest backyard you’ve ever seen. It’s adorned with a sparkling blue pool amidst a patch of lush green grass. It’s embellished with various holiday decorations that only add to its grandeur — yellow fairy lights, sparkling streamers, and paper decorations in varying shades of red, white, and blue.

His parents always go all out for these kinds of get-togethers, no matter how insignificant the holiday feels in comparison. The adults are gathered in the house now, tired after dealing with teenagers all day, getting wine-drunk in his father’s den.

The teenagers in question are spread out along the yard, most of them out front. You can see the kids through the gate, chasing each other with sparklers. You and Steve sit apart from all that, almost achingly drowsy after spending all day in the sun. 

The boy lies on his back in the hammock and presses you to his chest. His wide palms smooth up and down the length of your back, over your shirt. The fading Hawkins Tigers t-shirt actually belongs to him, and it swallows you whole accordingly.

Everything smells like sunscreen and pool water and his cologne. It entwines with the scent of his father’s whiskey and lingering smoke from the grill. The nostalgic smell of a dewy summer night lulls you to sleep entirely.

Steve tilts his head to his shoulder to watch you. There’s a distant smile playing on his lips he doesn’t even know is there. You look so cozy pressed against him, but he can tell you’re not sleeping. You shift every couple minutes, furrowing your brows like you’re waiting for slumber to come. 

He’s tired, too, but not enough to stop watching you.

“Hey, Stevie!” Robin shouts across the yard.

The boy forces himself to pull his eyes off of you. He turns his chin to his shoulder to look at the sandy brunette girl. Her sneakers are slotted between the holes of the metal fence. It props her a few measly inches off the ground, and she wraps her hand around the top bar of it. 

Steve’s scolded her a thousand times about that. He doesn’t want her to get stuck and break an ankle. But in true Robin Buckley fashion, she refuses to listen.

“What?” he calls back.

She bends at the waist over the fence. “You guys wanna come shoot fireworks with us?”

Your eyes are still closed. You hope she can tell from the distance so she’ll think you’ve fallen asleep. You don’t like fireworks — you never have, really, but especially not after Starcourt. The memory of that night makes your breath quicken and your heart race as your body buzzes with a misplaced adrenaline. 

You’re more scared of Steve saying yes to her plea. It’s one thing to be scared, but being scared without him holding you is exponentially more terrifying.

“I’m good just watching you guys!” Steve shouts in return. 

You feel the words rumble in his chest. A sigh of relief spills from your mouth in a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Robin rolls her eyes at his response, grumbling something under her breath as she hops off the fence.

Steve winces as he watches her go, still terrified her shoes will get caught and her ankle will snap and they’ll have to go to the emergency room.

She makes it down safely, though. The fear still lingers within him, like the smell of smoke you can’t ever get out of your clothes.

“I’ve had enough of fireworks for a lifetime,” Steve mumbles more quietly to you. Still rubbing your back with one hand, he takes the other from behind his hand to smooth over your arm. His warm palm gives you a reassuring squeeze on your forearm. “I don’t how these shitheads are doing it, honestly.”

His laugh rumbles in his chest beneath you.

You try your best to muster a smile even though he can’t really see you from this angle. You’re just trying to convince yourself you’re not as scared as you really are.

“Me neither…”

Your eyes follow Dustin and Lucas with an acute attentiveness. One of them holds a long candle lighter while the other clutches a cylindrical firework. Your bones still ache with exhaustion, but you couldn’t be more wide awake. 

You’re heart whoosh, whoosh, whooshes in your ears at an increasingly rapid pace when the two boys crouch beside the firework.

Their faces glow with the orange flame for a few moments. When they hurry off in the other direction, you tense in preparation for the loud noise you know is coming.

The booming crack from the sparking gunpowder frightens you, anyway.

Your heart lurches in a fleeting panic, your body jerking even though you know you have no reason to be scared. Your sudden jolting scares Steve, too. The loud noise wasn’t as frightening to him as thinking you were about to fall out of the hammock.

He holds you tighter and laughs softly to himself — not at you, exactly, but at his own misplaced alarm. “Shit, babe. You okay?”

You exhale a deep sigh against him. “Yeah. Sorry, I just— I wasn’t expecting it to be so loud.”

You feel stupid for phrasing it like that. Of course, fireworks were loud. That was sort of the whole point, wasn’t it? But you don’t know how else to explain your fear to him. Sudden and thunderous noises just scare you more than they used to, far more than they should for the average person.

Steve doesn’t need an explanation, though. You don’t need a reason to be scared of something, or to tell him what the thing you’re scared of is. He just doesn’t want you to feel scared at all. About anything. In a perfect world, he could protect you from all the wars you wage in your own head.

“Want me to tell ‘em to stop?” he asks with pinched-together brows.

Your answer is immediate. You hold him tighter, as though keeping him from moving, as you shake your head against him. “No. Don’t do that. It’s not their fault. Fireworks just… they remind me of—”

“I know,” Steve coos gently to you, fingers squeezing softly at your arm again.

It’s not like you needed to explain it to him. He was there for all of it, watching with tears in his eyes as a possessed Billy Hargrove dragged you through a burning Starcourt Mall — gaze glassy with gunpowder and smoke and the thought of losing you.

His aversion to fireworks isn’t as rooted in fears as yours is. More than anything, he just hates the smell of them now. Maybe because he was only throwing them that night — at the big, fleshy, melting spider monster who wanted to kill them all.

He wasn’t the one who tasted death that night. Not like you, anyway.

Another fireworks cracks in the air.

The sound blasts and echoes through the whole yard. It sounds like gunshots — loud, repetitive, and merciless.

You weren’t paying enough attention to expect its arrival this time.

Suddenly, you’re back at Starcourt, getting hunted by secret Russian soldiers. The smell of blood and gunpowder stings your nose and makes tears burn the backs of your eyes. You wince and squeeze them shut, holding tighter onto Steve. 

A Renaissance painting of July 4th, 1985 is stained on the back of your eyelids.

The vibrant colors of Starcourt Mall are made of neon signs and bright orange flames. A monster made of flesh towers over you, sparkling with alternate-dimension slime and the vivid fireworks cracking overhead. 

It’s been a year since then. A lifetime. Hardly a second ago.

Your nose smushes into Steve’s shirt as you clutch onto him for dear life.

His free hand — the one not already splayed against your back — leaves your forearm and rises to your face. His palm is wide and warm as it engulfs your ear. He presses you into him, not too intensely, but enough to drown out the nightlife of Hawkins in July.

The scent of him covers you like a blanket. He smells like chlorine and body wash and chocolate ice cream — soft and warm like a summer night. Like heaven. Like home.

He brings you back to life without trying.

You finally turn to look up at the boy after spending several minutes avoiding his gaze. Your cheek rubs against the soft cotton of his shirt as you do so. Your tired eyes meet his smiling face.

“Better?” he asks with a crooked, pink grin.

You can’t really hear him, not with both your ears muffled. But you can read the word as it spills from his pink mouth and feel it rumble in his chest.

A gentle smile quirks the corners of your lips. You nod.

He holds you like that the rest of the night. He props his golden forearm against his chest and keeps his palm pressed intently against your ear. It doesn’t totally cancel out the cracking fireworks, but it helps to keep them at bay.

Your eyes dance along the velvet starry sky as fireworks burst in rainbow colors against it. They don’t remind you of death and dying anymore.

You feel held. Like you can finally move on from it all.

As long as you’ve got Steve Harrington holding you, at least.

[cvlutos]

HE KNOWS!!

✡︎ | May.02nd.2023 | 0.7K | Discord Req: @bby-sparkler

✡︎ | Jade Leech | Gn!Reader

✡︎ | Unrequited Love | Angst | Jade v Floyd | "Cheating" |

✡︎ | Synopsis: Humans are cruelly fascinating.

Humans are fascinating creatures.

The way they walk, talk, eat, breathe. How you see the world through your eyes is unique. The way your heart beats, when you feel different emotions, and the ways you breathe, the way your lungs expand and release. It’s interesting. He finds you interesting, entertaining, amusing, much so that you bring out a side of him that he’s certain didn't exist when he was back in the coral sea.

To have the time to explore, to partake in interests, and to love. Before there wasn't time. Far too worried about surviving—killing others before they kill you. A life often fast-paced and dizzying, yet you. You bring a certain calm that lulls him, that makes him relax. That makes him sit a little easier, and that makes him observe more than act rationally.

He likes to keep such an emotion close. He likes to keep you close, enjoying the customs of closeness, the feel of your hand in his, the feel of your lips against his. He loves the ease as much as he loves the unpredictableness. He loves you.

Yet, there's a certain look in your eyes.

One that you only share with his brother. A certain look that no matter how long he watches—observes in silent curiosity, that he can't slightly understand. A look that you in no sense share for him. That it always seems to go away when his brother is not there. That vanishes quickly as the wind when his twin is carried off by whatever it is that captures his attention.

That's simply how Floyd is.

Yet something about his personality fills you with such utter joy, that there are moments Jade's conflicted. And whatever ache in his chest doesn't cease when you grab his hand, call his name, kiss his lips, lead him where it is you desire for the day. When you spend time in his company, when you proudly proclaim yourself to be his partner.

Yet the ache doesn't leave.

Simply because you don't look at him the same. And surely happiness is objective, the way people act with others changes, but it's as if the shine in your eyes utterly disappears when Floyd isn't in your vicinity. As if living isn't worth it without him. When he isn't talking to you, leaning against you, rambling on about his—everything. And you, shamelessly, give him your undivided attention.

He knows it isn't love...

It couldn't be love...

Yet Jade can't help but feel unneeded in your presence when his brother is there. Unable to fill whatever desire you need; he cannot do it no matter how much he tries. Yet you're his? That should be enough, it should. Yet you don't desire him…. You don't crave him.

Jade doesn't make you feel like how you make him feel. He brings you nothing.

“I truly wish to understand.”

Even in your cruelty, there is a part of him that cares for you. That should simply brush off this moment and be understanding, yet he won't. He’ll drag out this painful game, being the perfect boyfriend, catering to all your needs like no other. Drowning you in his unwanted love, until you say it. Until you say the truth with tainted lips, kissed again and again by his brother.

He watches from afar, watching you lean too close, yearning to be closer, yearning for his brother to hold you. He knows. He knows. He knows. It hurts. Yet what satisfaction can he get out of letting you go, what should Jade gain from letting you go and letting you be with him, when you so desperately desire it. He won’t. Not unless you say something. Not until the words spill from your lying lips that you fell out of love—when you never loved him to begin with—he wants to watch you struggle. Forcing out the words with guilt. He wants you to hurt. He does. He does. He does. Yet it hurts him to hurt you.

He knows.

He does.

It hurts.

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Fourth of July With Tokio Hotel

Germany doesn't celebrate Fourth of July, obviously, but if you're from the states and do, you may have celebrated it before

Even if you weren't you guys were in America and heard of it

It was during the tour, they were in America and you're their bandmate or friend

So obviously they heard of it and you dragged them into celebrating it with you

Mainly for food and fireworks tho

Hands down Georg and Tom bought the big fireworks while you, Bill and Gustav were shopping for the smaller fountain ones or the sparklers

Tom and Georg wanted to go big so they got huge cases and everything

While you and Bill were shopping for candles, colorful sparklers and Gustav was going ham with dumping every fountain he could ever want

Bill found somewhere you light them and then they shoot out a little military guy with a parachute and you gotta catch them

Obviously you guys bought them all

Gustav found some where they spin and turn into a little house, and he also bought like 20

Georg was carrying like 3 giant cases of fireworks, sparklers and cannons all in one and Tom was riding an entire cart with 5 of the same cases

Safe to say, you guys left very happy

On the actual day of Fourth of July, Bill was the one cooking practically anything

Except if it was grilling, he left that as Gustavs job to grill the meat and hotdogs on the grill

Tom was the one to try and light a firework but was back up too soon to actually light it

Georg lit one and didn't warn you guys and laughed as you all jumped as sudden giant ass cannon went on and exploded

It was pretty don't worry but Tom jumped on you because Georg didn't warn any of y'all

Gustav was chasing you and Bill with multiple lit sparklers and cackling as you guys fucked and ran to get away from being set on fire

Gustav had the amazing idea to see who could light as many as possible without dying

Georg and Tom took him up on his offer and you and Bill, the ones who actually wanted to live, watched from the bed of a truck

A bush lit on fire and you and Bill laughed your asses off as you watched Georg and Tom struggle to put it out

It was Gustavs firelight that lit the bush on fire but he shrugged and walked away, and lit ANOTHER ONE

Tom and you were getting so competitive at catching those military guys that you had to catch

You guys were lighting one after another and running to catch it

You guys were pushing each other out of the way but were no match as Bill almost tackled you guys for one

Candles couldn't be held by any of you guys as Gustav was threatening to shoot on at Bills ass

He even tried to, almost succeeding in lighting it before you took it away

You still have no idea if he was actually bluffing but-

Georg was just there vibing, lighting giant cakes as well and standing back with beer like a proud uncle as he watched all the lights go out

You guys got into a little war with the neighbors on who had the best fireworks

It wasn't really a war but Bill saw they had a bigger and more colorful one than you guys and took that personally

You guys somehow acquired many neighborhood children in running around with sparklers and hotdogs

A lot of kids knew how famous you guys were but just liked y'all as people and wanted to hang out with you guys for the Holiday

But that didn't make them immune to you guys tackling each other for an army guy

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Taglist: @billsjum6ie @bigbootahjudy @dead-tapes @ilovebill-and-gustav @r3dheadedw0rld @kiwitsune @V4mpyboyy @novaaisstupid @billybabeskaulitz @yas-v @iischafer @dilfverz @ahswhore0 @graciegizmo3184 @sweetpuffy12 @elenacgn08 @80s-tingz @ryiana @yuriayato5 @juliarc28 @bunnysenpai31

[envysparkler]

Do you prefer Dr Envy or Dr Sparkler? (both of which sound like DC comics characters btw) either way belated congrats on the recognition of your amazing brain you're a v cool person

Dr. Envy sounds so delightfully villainous, it's my favorite.

Thank you!! 💖

[rodeoxqueen]

Belated 4th of July Headcanons- Dante x Reader coded.

Dante demands he grills for the 4th of July.

"Come on hon, it's good for a man to grill once in a while."

Chugs beer like it's going out of style.

Goes to sit down in a lawn chair and falls to the side, drunkenly taking the chair with him.

Will try to sneak off with you and leaves Nero on grill duty. He's horrified to find that Nero is better at him than grilling.

Nico probably designed the perfect grilling device in her spare time, sitting in the shade of the RV with a corona with orange juice and grenadine.

Vergil sits and observes, probably with V as they both enjoy more peaceful festivities. He will however help with cutting fruit.

V burns awfully bad and will need to reapply sunscreen nonstop.

Nero wants to play beer pong with his rowdy uncle and teams up with Kyrie. Dante drags Nico to the table and bullshit commences.

Kyrie finds out Nero is a god at talking trash. And Dante just has a filthy mouth. Nico too.

They're all shocked to find out that V is incredible at pong.

"Uncouth over such a stupid game." Vergil wonders.

Fireworks. The Spardas fuck with fireworks heavy.

Dante buys illegal fireworks and almost blows up the RV by accident. Vergil takes a sparkler and doesn't quite care for it.

Nico shoots fireworks at Nero for shits and giggles. He's very displeased.