#they're both in the same pose but flipped

[arimiaromage]

finally all together in high quality ✨

[art--harridan]

[Image one: The first page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. It begins with two panels of Miles' face resting on his closed hand. The first shows him in his school, wearing his uniform. He looks bored. The second has him in his first, store-bought Spider-Man costume. The forest surrounding Alchemax is behind him. Both of the panels cut off around his eyes. Next to them is two smaller panels, one showing someone in a classic Spider-Man costume swinging on a web, while the other shows their feet flying through the air. At the bottom of the page, there's Miles' legs flailing as he falls during the Leap of Faith scene. A panel is behind them, in a purple halftone gradient. Shards of glass surround the legs like lightning bolts. The page says "you always thought that the scariest part of a leap of faith would be the fall".

Image two: The second page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. The first part of the sentence says "but really... it feels like flying;". This is interspersed with close-up panels of Miles in his first black suit. There's one of his outstretched hand, one of his chest symbol, one very close to his eyes and another of his outstretched feet. Behind the panels, there's a rock pigeon mid-flight. The sentence continues with "floating;", followed by four panels of Miles floating as his fall is flipped upside down. The pose is identical in each, but the background gets gradually darker for each one. Then, "free in a way that feels unnatural -" is written, accompanied by a panel of Miles in his school uniform. You can't see above his lips and he's sweating nervously, shoulders hunched. Scribbles, like the portals on The Spot, crowd around him. The sentence finishes with "you love it". The final panel zooms into Miles' hand clutching his backpack strap. His Spider-Man suit peaks out of his sleeve.

Image three: The third page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. At the top of the page is Miles' shoes stood on the side of a wall, one foot hanging over the edge slightly. Above it, it says "the fear is in the precipice -". Below the drawing, it says "the edge", alongside Miles standing on a wall from behind, cut off around the ankles. The sentence continues "and what you gaze at beyond it", the last two words in a bubbly black and white font over top of a purple halftone gradient panel. Then, the sentence finishes "(and what you're scared will slink back in)". On the left side there's two panels, one a close-up of Kingpin's tie, and the other shows The Prowler's cape laying in a pool of blood. The other side has two panels set out the same. The top panel has one of The Spot's portals, while the one below it shows Jefferson Davis' glasses discarded and broken, one lens shattered and bloody.

Image four: The fourth page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. It begins with Miles' shoes, one planted on the wall while the other hangs is elevated, hanging over the edge. Two panels beneath it show his feet with one lowered slightly, and then both planted on the wall. They're accompanied by the sentence "the hovering moment where you can still simply step back". After this there's two different Miles, standing with their bodies facing the viewer but eyes facing each other. The first is taller, unmasked, and wearing his outfit from the rooftop party. His expression is pinched together, worried. The other is in his ill-fitting store-bought Spider-Man replica suit, body posed as if he's been caught by surprise. His eyes, from what is visible, are wide. Two panels separate them - one is completely black, while one has a spark of blue lightning bursting out of it. Finally, the sentence ends "... but then you'd just be there; waiting, doing nothing".

Image five: The final page of a digital comic about Miles Morales from the Spider-Verse movies. It starts with Miles' hand in the darkness, unfurling as he reaches out his index finger. Blue lightning sparks off of it, leaving his finger like a claw. This is surrounded by the line "and you can't let that happen,". Below that, Miguel O'Hara's gloved hand creeps towards Miles, curled and claws out, like he's just failed to grasp something. It is large compared to Miles, who is swinging through the air, looking back at the hand. His body is fairly loose. The page ends with the line "even if the first step is the steepest".]

looking down

[luvtsumu]

could yall imagine msby4, osamu and suna all at your grad at the same time!!!! i think it'd be so hectic and endearing :-(

they'd all come with their own boquet of flowers, probably having coordinated prior on what they're getting you!! the agreement was definitely small bouquets so that you'd at least be able to carry them all (BUT???? WHY WOULD BOKUTO NOT GIVE YOU AN ENTIRE GARDEN???? YOU DESERVE IT!!!!!)

atsumu is def a bit annoyed that bokuto got a bigger bouquet for you, BUT atsumu is the only one who got you a cute helium balloom!!

they'd be early to the ceremony, seeing you before and after!! you told them that it wasn't important for them to come so early (you had to be there 90 mins prior to the ceremony itself to get your gown, degree, and professional photos taken) but they insisted

they as in hinata, bokuto and atsumu... they just couldn't wait

sakusa, osamu and suna were more than happy to arrive on time... but for carpooling purposes and actually being able to find parking, going all together was the better choice

but what's 90 minutes?!?!??! time went by so fast with the number of pictures you got with them even before you got your gown

you'd obviously get solo pictures with everyone, all of them smiling in their photos that'd let everyone know how proud they are of you!!!

hinata definitely has his cheek pressed up against yours (careful not to smudge any of your make up though if you're wearing any!!), has an arm around your shoulders, and has his other pointing at your degree with you hold it! his smile is so bright and his eyes squint up. he giggles as you two take the photo which ends up making you laugh and show the camera a cheesy smile.

bokuto would have an arm around your shoulders too!! resting his cheek on top of yours and practically caging you as he gives the camera two thumbs up!! you'd smile big and mimic his pose which gets everyone laughing since you honestly give off "mini me" vibes with him

atsumu for sssuuurrreee sticks his tongue out in his photo with you. arm around your shoulders--not really since he puts up a peace sign behind your head to give you bunny ears--and his other hand pointing towards you. he'd wink at the camera too and they'd end up catching a photo of you rolling your eyes at him (that's the one he'd post LMAO)

sakusa, of course, is a little more reserved--but he's so proud of you and your accomplishments!! his arm still wraps around you respectfully and he smiles for the camera. he takes off his mask completely for you so you both get a good photo. he's definitely the most formal when it came to taking a photo with you (but anyone would be able to see how happy he is to see you graduating with the way his eyes squint up and his smile looks so natural)

osamu is super natural when taking a photo with you!! he's got an arm around your waist which atsumu calls him out for (he flips atsumu off LOL) and you laugh. someone gets a picture of this before the actual proper pose hahahaha. he'd tilt his head towards you and point at your degree, his smile cheesy and body language proud

suna, same as osamu tbh, but he practically headlocks you with how close he brings you with his arm. he smiles, rests his cheek against your head, and smiles at the camera while pointing at your degree. his smile is smth everyone gets caught off guard with--since when was he so soft?!

during the ceremony, the rowdy ones get restless because why the hell is it taking so long ahlddjsjdjdjdj but!!!!!

as soon as they see you getting ready to walk, they're EXCITED

everyone is up from their seats, clapping and cheering for you as loud as they can (except maybe sakusa, but he's still definitely standing and clapping obnoxiously loud) as soon as your name is called and they cheer allllll the way until you walk off the stage

the rest of the graduates and audience laugh at their enthusiasm, but, of course, find it endearing as they're yelling things along the lines of "that's our graduate!!!" "walk that stage y/n!!!!" "i love you!!!! give me your autograph!!!" "thats 40 thousand dollars right there!!!!"

and of course some people know who they are!!! you're definitely the talk of the town and some people are jealous you've got the rowdy volleyboys cheering you on so excitedly!!

after the ceremony, more pictures are taken (lots of group photos and silly ones too!!) and this time even with your family.

your family thanks them for coming and comments on how hilarious it was to hear them cheering. it gives them a great feeling (esp one of comfort!) knowing that you are loved so dearly by others!

the boys are also invited for dinner and who are they to say no?!?!?!?

later, they're definitely all posting photos on instagram!! hinats posts on his story and makes an actual post for you--he filmed your walk and definitely posted that, probably captioning it with "slaying their best slay rn 😫" LMAO,,, he also makes a cute collage of you, obviously wanting to highlight YOU as the graduate, for his story. for his post, he makes a photo of you two together the first photo, followed by a bunch more, a group photo, and then his favourite solo picture of you giving a cheesy smile to the camera as you hold up your degree!! he'd caption his post with a short cheesy paragraph about being proud of you and knowing you'll have a great future

bokuto also posts a video of your walk on his story and his yelling is so loud 😭😭😭 everyone who watches it definitely turns down their volume LOL but it's super sweet!! he follows it with a photo of you two together and just sticker bombs it. he also makes a post, making the first picture one he took of the bouquet he got you, then his favourite picture of the both of you, following it with more duo photos, a group photo, and even a photo of him and the boys while they waited. he captioned it with "SO HAPPY FOR @ YNUSERNAME !!! CONGRADS AND REMEBER ME WHEN YOU'RE FAMOUS!!! LOVE YOU!!!!!!!"

atsumu spams his story of your entire graduation actually LOL it started with him getting ready, him with osamu, the both of them getting you each a bouquet, him getting a balloon, them meeting up with the other boys, the hectic car ride that consisted of a loud karaoke session much to sakusa's (the driver) dismay, a video of them seeing you for the first time and how your face lit up, two 6-photo collages before the ceremony (mostly pictures of the both of you striking many different poses), a video of you getting ready to walk and him saying "it's happeenninng!", a video of you walking and his screaming (he's the one who yelled that he loves you and wants an autograph for suuurree), and bunncch of photos afterwards. he posts one group photo followed by his favourite photo of the two of you on his feed and captions it with "so proud of this scholar!!! c's get degrees!" and you're definitely defending your honour in the comments when you eventually see the post LMAO

sakusa, more reserved tbh, posts a picture of you walking the stage on his story! he has a video but thats for safekeeping and he fucking hates how loud atsumu was jsdkdjshdkdjsjdj anyways,,,, he tags you in the story, follows it with a cute photo collage with a couple cute stickers that said congrats! and some confetti, and he also posts a group photo on his feed. he captions it with something sweet and simple! "congradulations to @ ynusername. so proud of you and your success :-)"

osamu posts a video of you walking on his story (volume included LOL) and he's also cheering for you! a part of the video he posts, the camera turns to him and suna and they both exaggerate their cheering. they laugh together but it gets cut off (((and everyone who views it replays it just to see that part again))))). he posts a lot of pictures on his story, so obviously proud of you, and he also gets pictures at dinner! he's late for the actual feed post because he forgot LOL and the first picture is of him, you and atsumu together! it's a silly photo, of course, and it's follow by proper ones, duo photos, a group photo, and a cute picture of you! he captions it with "sry it's late :P happy grad to our happy grad <3" and ofc the boys put him on blast for being late

suna is similar to atsumu (not surprisingly) but not as aggressive. he definitely makes it more mysterious as to where he's going on his story as he posts a mirror selfie of him all dressed up (practically a thirst trap ugh....) and even posts the cute bouquet he got you without context LOL. after that, the next story post is a video of you scurrying over to him and the rest of the group. he posts a picture of the two of you together (def a .5 pic) and captions it with a simple "with the cutest graduate" !! of course he films your walk, posts it, and follows it with a collage of photos! his post for his feed is of the two of you (his favourite photo ofc), followed by a group photo, one with the boys, one with osamu and sakusa, a selfie, and then a silly one of you (probably a picture of you zoned out during dinner because of how tired you were LOL). he captions it with "cograds @ ynusername B] slay your best slay 🫰🏼"

anyway 😭😭😭 grad with these guys would definitely be so much fun

[clauii]

This is the right date, right?

(⁠・⁠∀⁠・) .❥

Wonyoung x F!reader

Word count: 1.519k

Synopsis: Going to another blind date your dad set you up with, you find yourself liking the girl your dad set you up with or was she really the person your dad set you up with?

Who would have thought that my dad isn't as homophobic as I thought he was? My whole life, I have watched my dad complain about the movies we were watching whenever LGBTQ is involved yet here I am sitting in front of the same sex in a romantic cafe that my dad apparently set me up for.

    "Do you drink coffee?" She asked, her eyes fluttered to meet my gaze and I felt my whole mind and body freeze. But before I could stare any longer, I snapped back onto reality making sure I'm not making any weird like impressions on the lady.

    "Oh yes, I drink coffee." I responded.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! I mentally facepalmed myself. I don't drink coffee! How am I supposed to go on now?

Before I could even go back on my words she cut me off. "Wait here." She smiled before standing up and going to the counter to place our orders.

    "Yes, good morning. Could I get two americano, please. And I'd also like two of your gigantic cookies. That's it thanks." I heard her saying nicely at the lady behind the counter.

What the absolute flip does Americano taste like? No, seriously, I have no idea.

A soft pull on the chair in front of me pulled me away from my thoughts. "Wonyoung, you didn't have to pay for me." She simply chuckled softly at my antics. "Oh don't worry, it's not such a big deal, you know. This is, after all, my first ever blind date that my parents set me up for."

A soft gasp escaped my lips. "Well if it's your first blind date then I should've been the one that paid then." The concern lingered in my voice as each word escaped my mouth.

    "No, it's fine." She waved her hand in front of me while she smiled sweetly at me. I nodded as I understood her while my eyes averted on the ground but then a thought slipped in my mind and my head snapped back at her, earning a small warm chuckle from her.

    "Should we do an ice breaker?" I asked her.

    "To get to know each other?" She asked with one eyebrow raised while her head tilted to the right.

I felt my lips quiver by her subtle pose. So, I simply smiled at her and nodded. "We already know each other's names so let's just skip that part."

She raised her head up subtly, thoroughly thinking about what question she should ask. For once, and finally, my dad has set me up on blind date with someone who's actually really pretty, both inside and out.

For the past couple of months, my dad has been setting me up with some males who clearly do not even resemble the ideal man my dad was talking about. They were either boys, dudes, and guys, you know what I mean? I mean, they're not men, but who would've thought that the man I would like and adore would be in a woman instead, particularly, this woman in front of me.

Her eyes seemed to have lit up when she finally thought of something. To be honest, she did take her time to think about the question, but surprisingly I find myself waiting patiently for her. If this were someone else, would I have acted the same?

    "Earlier you told me that your father set you up for this blind date, am I right?" She said while her elbows were propped on the table, her fingers intertwined against each other all while supporting her chin that rests on top of her fingers.

I nodded eagerly, encouraging her to continue.

    "And then I told you that my parents set me up for this blind date." I nodded in agreement but then a smile appeared on her lips, then she chuckled awkwardly or was it nervously? "I'm sorry, I'm bad at starting conversations. Could you start it instead?" Her face looked apologetic and her cheeks turned red as she gazed at me. I couldn't help but burst out giggling at her adorable demeanor.

Soon our laughter died down and I finally opened my mouth to talk, but before any words could form, our orders were delivered by a waiter and left.

We talked for what felt like seconds as it ended too quickly. I find myself lowkey sulking because we need to go our separate ways and call it a day.

    "Thanks Wonyoung, I really enjoyed today. It was definitely top tier compared to my other dates." She laughed at my statement. "Yeah, I had fun too."

As we walked out of the cafe, the chilly night air collided with my skin and a shiver trailed down my body. I brought my hands around my exposed arms.

A good day to wear a sleeveless shirt, my ass.

But soon, the coldness was replaced with warmth, as a warm brown coat enveloped my upper body, fully protecting me from the cold. My eyes gazed at the person who put it on me; it was her, obviously.

Her hands gripped the lapel of her coat and she gently crossed them, one side above the other, securely keeping me from the cold.

    "Don't underestimate the power of spring. It may be warm by daylight, but it's unbelievably cold by night." She smiled down at me before leaning in slowly to leave a chaste kiss on my cheeks.

As she leans away, her soft eyes meet mine and I don't know if it's because of the cold why her cheeks were red but I sure hope not.

    "I know it may be sudden, but I felt like I've known you for so long and I hope that we can continue seeing each other." Her hands never left the lapel of her coat as one of her eyebrows were raised again with her head being slightly tilted to the left. I guess it's one of her habits, her habits that I could adore all so effortlessly.

Speechless, I just nodded eagerly. Of course I want to keep meeting her again, I want to keep hanging out with her often— I want to live the rest of my life with her.

She handed me her business card and smiled at me before turning around. I grabbed her wrist before she could leave her spot. "Wouldn't you get cold?" I asked her, my voice was leaking with concern. She immediately faced me with a smile on her lips.

    "You'll keep my heart warm though, won't you?" She smirked at me sheepishly before laughing at my blushing state.

I'm absolutely going feral. My mind is going crazy and my heart is trying to win an imaginary racing competition.

"It's fine, you need it more considering what you're wearing beneath that." She said before turning around.

But then she turned to face me once again, she leaned closer to my ear. "You can return it on our next meeting. Also, next time let's have tea instead of coffee." She whispered, a giddy smile never leaving her lips, before leaning away and then finally taking her leave.

A few minutes later, I entered our house after taking an uber to go home. I slipped off my shoes and set foot on the white tiles.

    "I'm home!"

My dad immediately rushed in getting a view of me, it was as if he was waiting for me; he was.

    "How's my favorite daughter?" He said teasingly and I rolled my eyes at him.

    "I'm your only daughter..?"

    "Exactly! How was the date? Did you have fun?" He said waiting for my answers excitedly.

When he mentioned about the date, a smile immediately crept on my face, my hands instinctively hovered over the lower half of my face to cover my red cheeks.

My dad's eyes widened at my flustered state and a proud smile appeared on his lips. "So..?"

    "It was perfect!"

    "It was perfect?" He echoed, repeating what I've said but with a much more questioning yet amazed tone.

    "She was perfect, dad!"

    "She was perfect-." He echoed excitedly once again before stopping upon realization. He stares at me confusingly while I was busy trying not to fall on my quivering knees as I remember her smiles.

    "What do you mean 'she?'"

    "What do you mean? The girl you set me up with? Jang Wonyoung?" A confused gaze met another confused gaze.

    "I set you up with no girl.." He said slowly.

    "So, she wasn't my date?" He shook his head. Ohh that makes a lot of sense now.

Instead of making a big deal out of it, I shrugged it off. So what if she wasn't supposed to be my date? We enjoyed each other's company, so what?

    "Whatever, dad. I like her, I think I'm going to keep on seeing her." I walked past his speechless state and went directly into my room.

I plopped myself down on my mattress and hugged my pillow, the giddy feeling never escaping my nervous system.

    "Jang Wonyoung.." I muttered under my breath as I took in a deep and content sigh.

Y'all, Im thinking about whether I'll make a part two of this. Lowkey really enjoyed making this one even if it means I just ruined my sleeping schedule lmao. ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

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[imaginaryhl]

I need a plus 1

Harry(w2s) x OC

WC: 2K

Warning: cursing

Summery: Alex is going to an event and Harry is out of town, and she's being hit on while she's at the bar.

Circa 2021

SIDEMEN Group chat

A: Who's free on the 7th

T: Not me

Why

E: I have a thing for gymshark

V: I'm visiting my family

A: I have an event and I don't want to go alone 😩 

S: I'm out of town

J: me too, Freya and I are going on a weekend trip

T: Is Harry busy that day

A: Yes, he has a family thing

I don't want to go alone

V: then don't go

A: Have to

Its for a sponsor

JJ: what kind of event?

S: you're free but you want to know what kind of event it is before you say yes

A: Its a fashion show with an after party

E: Harry's lacking 🤨

JJ: maybe…

H: 🖕🖕

I tried to cancel on my family but I couldn't 

My mum would've killed me

A: True true 

I was on the same call

Almost killed me for missing out

JJ: well I'm in 🤷‍♂️

how much will you give me?

A: Fuck you JJ

I'm going solo

V: lol

I'm screenshoting this and posting it on Twitter 

Alex's stans will have your ass JJ

S: YES! Another war between the ur fans

JJ: come on now you know I was joking

A: I don't know, do I? 

🤨🤨

JJ: fine

I'm sorry Alex can I come with you please 🙏🏼

A: Oh my god Of course you can JJ I can't belive THE ksi is coming with me 😊

T: you lot are crazy 

And thats how JJ ended up being Alex's plus one at the fashion show. Alex dreamed of having a fashion show for her brand one day, to have a runway with models wearing her clothes and everything. She's had launch parties before for her drops but nothing to this scale. 

Her and JJ were dressed to the nines, they walked the small red carpet at the event. Posing together and separately.  JJ had his arm around her back as he took the role of leading Alex around, always protective of her plus Alex doesn't always do well in big crowds.

The duo had front row seats, they sat next to each other, chatted together and to those next to them, with someone always snapping pictures and videos of the popular YouTubers. Photos were already circulating online, Harry would pop into his Twitter account every now and then to see how they're doing. 

“This is weird.” JJ whispered to Alex. 

“Yeah, it can be overwhelming sometimes.” Alex said and looked around the room with a smile. “Maybe one day it'll be my show.”

“Its a when, not maybe or if or any of that.” JJ said and squeezed her for a moment, a smile on both their faces.

After everyone was settled the show began, Alex was so focused on the show and models it amused JJ. He took a video of her and you could see her frown a little in focus, but she noticed him and subtlety flipped him off and that had him stifling his laughter.

Over all they had fun and went on to the after party, JJ wasn't drinking due to his training, and Alex doesn't drink that much when she's around a lot of people she doesn't know. 

In the mix of people the friends split as they were mingling with people some they knew and far more they didn't know, making connections and networking (forever working). Alex found herself by the bar ordering a cocktail, she was between conversations and her throat was dry from all the talking and laughing, she was looking around as she waited for the bartender to get her order.

“You looking for your boyfriend?” A voice saved, she looked to her left and saw a man she doesn't know, by his accent she knew instantly that he's American.

“My boyfriend?” She was confused by his question, knowing that Harry wasn't in London at all.

“The dude you came with.” He nods to a general direction she presumes JJ is, she laughs lightly, it's been a long while since someone mistaken one of the boys as her boyfriend(there's always speculations online and the odd old person they meet while filming).

“No, JJ's my best friend.” She told him and looked at the bartender, he was finishing some other drinks. One thing about this event: they had far too little staff for the number of people attending.

“Oh, lucky me.” He smirked in what he presumed a sexy move but for Alex was a bit cringe.

“Lucky no one, I hate to say this but I presume you don't know who I am-”

“No, I heard from someone your name’s Alex and you have one of the biggest YouTube channels in the UK.”

Mystery man said, sounding proud of himself, Alex took a deep breath and sighed slowly.

“Ok-ay, you look like a nice lad and everything-”

“Wait don't finish, I was going to ask you anyways, my names Jason, and of course you can have my number-”

“What! No-”

“Better yet we can follow each other on Instagram-”

“Jaso-”

“I'm staying here for a week-”

“Mate shut u-”

“How about we go out for a date?”

“If you'd let her finish, you'd know that she's not interested.” JJ said coming up from behind her protectively, he stood beside her with his shoulder coming up in front of Alex, blocking her a little.

“What? I'm sorry we were having fun, and I think she was about to agree to go on a date with me.” That bastard wouldn't back down or take a hint it seemed even if it was written right in front of him.

“Oh believe me she was about to say no, and you better hope no one noticed or took photos of you annoying her because if that happened, not my fans, not her fans but her boyfriends fans would have your head. And there's a lot of them.” JJ told him sternly, the guy scoffed, took Alex's drink that was just placed down, drowned it and scattered away with his tail between his legs. “Can't leave you for five seconds.”

“What did I do? He was an asshole who wouldn't shut up.” Alex huffed and rolled her eyes.

“I was serious though, about the Harry's fans thing.” JJ said and they both started walking around, doing a final round around the room before they'll leave.

“Its not the fans I'm worried about.” Alex muttered knowing how Harry can get jealous sometimes, he'll kick himself for not coming. He doesn't like these kinds of events anyway, usually Alex goes with one of her friends. Females more than males but this time no one was free to come, but he hates when people hit on her and rightfully so. 

***

No one took a picture of what happened, but a video made its way online. You can't hear what's being said but Alex's face says it all, she looks uncomfortable and you can see him cutting her off and how frustrated the female got, she was slightly leaning back as well. Theories were made online, body language experts dissected the short video to bits and Harry's fanbase were pissed. They may have hated Alex when they found out they were dating, but it's been proven that she makes Harry happy and that she's the one for him and thus they became protective of her. Their fan bases are basically one.

Once Harry saw the video on Twitter, he's been tagged over and over again, he called Alex and when she didn't pick up he called JJ.

“It's for you.” JJ said handing Alex the phone, she picks up after seeing her boyfriend's name on the screen.

“Hi.”

“Hey, Lexy.” Harry greeted. “Did you guys leave?”

“Yeah, we're going back to ours, JJ and I will have dinner there.” She informed him, JJ was looking at her expectedly, and he knew why Harry was calling.

“That's fine, that's fine… and are you okay?”

“yeah, I'm fine, we had fun today.” Alex looks at JJ and raises an eyebrow.

“Until someone hit on you I presume.” 

“Until someone hit on me and couldn't take a hint.” JJ suppressed a laugh, he was proven right, he couldn't blame Harry, he would've done the same thing. “But don't worry, JJ helped me handle it.”

“Yeah, I saw in the video… I wish I was with you.” Harry's voice lowered a bit.

“It's fine Harry, I mean I would've loved if you'd come but its not your thing and that's fine, we've talked about it before.” Alex tries to comfort her boyfriend.

“I know, I know, I just don't like when someone tries to flirt with you.” 

“I get you completely… Look, let's talk about it later okay?”

“Yeah, sure, I'll call you before I go to bed.”

“Okay, love you Harry.”

“Love you too, Lexy.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

“He took it better than I expected.” JJ said taking his phone back, they were closing in on Alex and Harry's place.

“Believe me he's pissed, he's just too far to do anything.”

***

Alex was right. Sort of…

Harry was pissed, he didn't like what happened one bit. And yes he was too far, but with his brother and sister edging him on he did something from his place in Guernsey. He took to his Instagram that he doesn't really post on anymore.

He posted unseen photos of him and Alex in lovey dovey poses and some sexy ones as well, the internet went crazy with this, it was taken as a direct response to what happened that night. And jealous Harry made everyone so happy, the fans LOVED it. 

The Sidemen chat was on fire.

E: oh my god bogg!!!

V: wtf have i just seen 😳

T: you lot need jesus 🙏 🙌 

JJ: *VN of him laughing hysterically*

J: no one piss Harry off again

S: no 

its don't come near Alex again

V: tbh I think fans will try to get him jealous to see more pics like that

E:I need to wash my eyes with holy water

T: why are they not responding

A: Harry's on his way back

And I'm currently hiding in a hole

J: u didn't know he'll post those

A: Fuck no i didn't

Best believe I was surprised when I got a notification from Instagram that he posted smth 

JJ: this makes it so much better 😂😂

A: My family is coming for a visit next week 😭😭

S: you're dead

E: no he's dead

Rip to Harry

J: rip 

Will u take his shares of sidemen

A:No? I wish 

His family I think

V: better get married before he dies then

T: mate have you met Harry 😂

A: You know we started dating when he was 20

its been 5+years since we started dating and my finger is without 💍

J:tell him to hurry up

JJ: that's what Freya has been saying

S: mate you're the last person to talk

A: Anyways pray for us My family group chat is blowing up

S: strategic move from his part to post and then disappear 

E: bro knows whats waiting for him

🥲😭

Incoming call 

*Harry ❤*

H: Hey

A: Hey

H: I'm 30 minutes from home

A: okay, food will be ready when you arrive

H: thanks

*silence*

H: I'm sorry I posted without telling you, but I couldn't help it, I was pissed off and then Rosie and Josh were egging me on and-and it j-just slipped.

A: Okay I'm ignoring the slipped part, because slipping didn't make you press Instagram and click the post button, choose multiple pictures before posting. 

Anyways I'm not mad Harry, I wish you would've given me a heads up, told my family to not look, but I'm 100% not mad.

H: thank god, I thought you'd be mad at me

A: If I was, I wouldn't make your favourite food.

H: you're an angel

A: say that after we see my family next week.

H: can't we cancel

A: no can do, they're in London for a wedding, and they'll come over to our house… you can come late or something but you have to see them.

H: I'm scared to open your brothers texts

A: me too

H: open them together?

A: definitely 

H: see you in abit love

A: see you my green boyfriend 

H: come on n-CLICK

[xieni-logs]

Ooooh how about the whole Astral Express fam but both Caelus and Stelle + Y/N at an amusement park? Like who would be grabbing onto who for dear life on rollercoasters, who enjoys the spinny and 100 mph rides and then all of them on those water raft rides or just some ride with enough room for them all?

THE ASTRAL EXPRESS: AMUSEMENT PARKS

a/n: i hope i did your request right. i havent been to an amusement park in years so im honestly just assuming these rides all exist inside one park. i did think of writing for pompom but wondered if pompom can even leave the express. i enjoyed writing this, thank you! (ˊᗜˋ)/

March 100% enjoys thrill rides and ferris wheels. she acts like the ride is scary when she's in line but has no fear taking out her camera right before the roller coaster is about to drop. does her little peace sign pose and takes a picture as the people around are yelling and someone passed out. she'll even go on a ride multiple times just for a good picture. forces everyone to go with her at least once. if you say yes easily, great: you're going on the drop tower for the third time in two hours with March now! Welt holding his poor back, Himeko is a little dizzy, Dan Heng is sweating and feeling nauseous, Stelle and Caelus are both saying they're perfectly fine but their legs are shaking like crazy, March is completely unaffected though! she's running to the next ride and telling everyone to hurry up as if she didn't just make Caelus throw up inside a little. if you're unaffected like she is, pray for your legs because you'll be standing in line for hours going on the same ride again and again.

Caelus enjoys the bumper cars and bumper boats the most. there’s something therapeutic about purposefully crashing into people, according to him. he targets people but denies it. has nearly flipped another bumper boat open and was forced to apologize to the whoever was on that bumper boat by welt later. don't be surprised if Caelus begins targeting you for no reason, he does it for everyone!

Stelle loves the haunted houses and test of strength games. nothing better than going through it all trying to prove who's better. March happily goes along with her, Caelus will too, and Dan Heng will be dragged along whether he likes it or not! Himeko and Welt wait outside, still recovering from the rides March dragged them on. most of the time, you'll walk through the haunted house no problem. the most you'll get is a sharp gasp from Caelus and Stelle or an "EEP!" from March, and nothing from Dan Heng. but if it's one of those creepier haunted houses, well... you'll walk out, all of you holding onto somewhere on Dan Heng.

Dan Heng probably enjoys the lazy river the most. thats saying a lot since he doesn't exactly like nor dislike any rides at the amusement park. this is an activity the entire astral express will partake in! as much as thrills and fun rides and attractions are appealing, you can't beat a moment of relaxation in a chaotic day. Caelus and March have fallen asleep while floating down the lazy river while everyone else sits in comfortable silence.

Welt doesn't have a preference on rides and attraction. he's an everything type of guy! will try everything at least once, mostly because you and the others ask him. feeling too nervous to go on a ride but you still want to? ask him to tag along. don't want to line up for the overpriced amusement park food alone? he'll come with you. he's like a personal plus-one for everyone on the astral express crew!

Himeko enjoys the ferris wheels. something about being at the very top of the ferris wheel, overseeing the world from a different angle that is so, so nice. March likes the ferris wheel too! she and Himeko will take pictures in the ferris wheel. the entire crew is likely split into two cabins; one having Himeko, March, Caelus and you, and the other has Dan Heng, Stelle, and Welt. of course, Himeko doesn't stay on the ferris wheel the entire time, she can be seen going through gift shops and all that; a souvenir to commemorate this occasion.

[magicalrocketships]

Hello!! I'm really excited about reading more Max/Daniel dick chicken fic (how did the last ask put it?? escalating horny/feral gay chicken sexting maxiel fic? 🤲) Do you have a snippet you could share?? Thank you!!

I DO have another snippet I can share!!

This is from a fic known subtly as Daniel and Max play Dick Chicken. The snippet I've posted already is here, and there are another couple of bits and pieces in my dick chicken tag, but I swear I can never actually make those tag links work any more, so sorry if that comes up with literally nothing. Yay, Tumblr! I promise they do exist even Tumblr insists that's a broken link.

Anyway, have some Max/Daniel rimming. (E, 1700 words. Ever so slightly edited to remove a couple of bits of context-required spoilers but it should still make sense). The entire fic should be subtitled the one where they're feral for each other. This bit is the first time they've actually got naked together and not through a phone screen.

"You are late."

"I had to shower." Daniel feels like he should protest because they never specified a time, and anyway, only one of them has travelled half the fucking globe today, and he's done most of his sleeping recently in very uncomfortable airplane seats and it is not his fault that he's completely fucking insane over Max fucking Verstappen, who— who is just pushing down his shorts. He is just getting naked in his entrance hall and looking at Daniel like Daniel is the one making strange choices. Which he is, but at least he's still fucking clothed like a fucking normal person.

"You did not need to shower to come here, Daniel," Max says. "Take your clothes off."

Daniel toes off his flip-flops and leaves his phone and keys on the hall table. "I was gross, I needed to shower."

"No," Max says, holding his hands palm up and doing a little lifting motion with them, a take your t-shirt off, please request that Daniel obeys because it's either that or… not taking his t-shirt off. "It was fine. But now you are here, and you are not naked."

This is the most they've talked since Daniel left Red Bull. This is fine. There is probably nothing to say, anyway. They both know why they're here. He tugs his koala t-shirt over his head and lets it pool on the floor, tangling with Max's discarded clothes as Daniel shoves down his shorts. He's half-hard in Max's apartment, shorts hanging off one foot, and Max has his hand cupped around his dick like he could be posing for any one of those expressionless selfies he's sent Daniel over the past few weeks.

Daniel is playing the same little song on a loop in his head and it goes what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck—

Max tilts his chin up. "I am going to lick you out and make you come, Daniel."

Cool, Daniel thinks nonsensically, as any remaining brain power he still has takes a nosedive off the nearest balcony. His dick gives up too, and just gets as hard as it's ever got before. It even gives Max a jaunty little wave. Cool. Not embarrassing.

"If you still want it, of course."

"I want it," Daniel says, and something in his brain must still be processing information because he doesn't remember deciding to say yes. It just happened while he was still trying to take in the fact that Max Verstappen is naked in front of him, with his dick out, and the world still appears to be turning on its axis like everything is fine.

Fuck, Daniel remembers when he used to be straight.

"Good," Max says, and sets off for the bedroom like Daniel is just going to follow.

Daniel follows. Max doesn't take him to the bed, though, but to the dressing table over the other side of the bedroom. There's Max's stuff on it, discarded boarding passes and stuff from his pockets and detritus from travelling. Knocked over deodorant bottles, sponsor shit he's never even bothered opening. A watch getting dusty somewhere in among the still packaged Red Bull t-shirts. There's a mirror.

Max nods towards it. "You can watch yourself," he says, like that's a normal thing to say, and he drops to his fucking knees.

Daniel looks at him for the longest moment, at Max Verstappen hard and naked and on his knees for him, weirdly expressionless but clearly waiting for Daniel to get on with it.

So: Daniel leans over the dressing table, palms flat against the surface. He spreads his legs and looks back over his shoulder at Max kneeling behind him.

Max looks up at him then. His eyes are bright. "I am going to make you come, Daniel."

"Yeah," Daniel says. His voice is hoarse. "Please."

Max adjusts his position. On his knees, directly behind him, his dick just there. Hard. Glistening wet at the tip. Daniel's mouth is dry. He licks his lips. Then Max cups Daniel's ass in his hands. Palms to his skin. "I have thought about this a lot, Daniel," he says, spreading Daniel's ass cheeks like this is a normal way to touch someone intimately for pretty much the first time. Daniel's skin already feels like touch paper. One spark and he'll be decimated. "I have come already thinking about this."

Daniel stares at himself in the mirror. He is pink. Unshaven. Eyes wide. His throat works. "Yeah?"

"Yes, very much," Max says, and then he strokes over Daniel's hole with the pad of his thumb. Daniel's hips skitter forwards, thighs hitting the dressing table. His dick bumps up against the torn plastic packaging of a new Red Bull shirt. Daniel shoves the plastic away until it's just the t-shirt. He drags his tip across the shirt. It leaves a little snail trail already. Max's thumb strokes his hole. It is disconcerting, because Max has never demonstrated a second of warming up in any of his pictures or videos. His is a hot lap approach to orgasms, fast and furious, and right now it is just his thumb. Daniel is watching himself in the mirror and it is already too much and literally nothing has happened yet. He is watching his own destruction and it is too late to stop it. He is already destroyed.

But then— Max spits on him. He spits and it runs down Daniel's ass crack and over his hole and Max gathers it up and strokes him wet. He spits again.

Daniel blurts pre come onto Max's shirt. He swallows down a groan. He is watching Rome burn but he is Rome and he's the one who lit the fucking match.

"You can make noises, Daniel," Max says. He has switched to the pads of his fingers, more than one. Daniel can feel his hole fucking flutter and it is humiliating, but it is more humiliating when he presses back against Max's fingers. But then Max leans in and Daniel feels the warmth of Max's breath on his skin and then Max presses his tongue to Daniel's hole and Daniel fucking expires.

Max is all business. He is data driven, at speed, the track a learning experience beneath his tongue. He drags his tongue up Daniel's crack, sweeps of attention that have Daniel whimpering. He laps at Daniel's hole, kitten licks, only moving away to spit on him, dirty and so, so fucking hot. He cups Daniel's balls through his legs, not gentle, never gentle, like touch is function and the only outcome is Daniel's eventual orgasm.

Daniel drowns. He drowns in the mirror, helpless to stay quiet, skin flushing pink. He presses his ass back into Max's face, and Max digs his fingers into Daniel's thigh and licks at him like it's a fucking race. Daniel melts like ice cream. When Max's thumb presses inside of him, his tongue lapping around it, Daniel cries out. He holds himself up on the flats of his palms, leaning forward until his forehead is pressed against the mirror. His breath clouds, wet and warm, steaming up the mirror.

Max's thumb is replaced by his tongue. He is inside of him. He eats Daniel out like he's starving. It is filthy hot. Spit drips down his crack. His dick leaks pre come across Max's shirt, and for a moment, Daniel longs for him to wear it afterwards. Daniel marking him up like he's his. He gasps it out into the mirror.

Max sits back, his breathing ragged. His tongue is replaced by a finger, two fingers, then he's back and there is spit and his tongue and he covers Daniel's hole with his mouth and alternately sucks and blows like it's a fucking practice session and he's trying to find the best fucking line to take a corner.

Daniel shudders through it. He shivers. He is disintegrating, Max re-arranging his molecules with his tongue, but the mirror shows him whole. A fucking mess, but whole. He reaches down to grab his dick, but he's barely got his fist wrapped around it when Max is nudging his hand away.

"I am going to make you come, Daniel," Max tells him, circling Daniel's wrist with his free hand. "Not you."

Daniel drops his chin to his chest. "You're going to," he manages. "God, Max, you're going to."

"Good," Max says, sounding satisfied, sounding breathless, and then he's spitting on Daniel's hole again and it's so fucking gross and so fucking perfect that Daniel just forgets everything but the points of connection; fingertips circling his wrist, a thumb to his pulse point, Max's nose and his lips and his fucking tongue. His other hand splayed across the top of his thigh, his thumb to Daniel's ass. The dressing table is leaving lines across the tops of his thighs. Daniel hopes they bruise, hopes he can go back home and press his hands to the marks and know that they are there because he went looking for knives and he found Max.

He found Max. God, he's going to come. He's going to fucking come, and it's going to be with his dick untouched because Max is still holding his wrist. Max's mouth circles his hole again, lips pressed to his skin. Max blows. Max's tongue tickles him, laps at his rim, slips inside again.

Daniel shudders, shivers, trembles. He tips over into orgasm almost without permission, pulsing come over Max's new Red Bull shirt, his dusty watch, a discarded bottle of Right Guard. A single condom, still in its wrapper. He presses his forehead to the mirror and watches come seep into Max's shirt.

Max licks him through it, until Daniel's pretty much pushing him away, over-sensitive and out of it. He drops to his elbows on the dressing table, hands to his face. He breathes. Behind him, Max gets to his feet. His hand goes to Daniel's hip. To the small of his back. Down over his ass, spreading his cheeks again. He's jerking off. Daniel knows without looking, he knows those sounds.

He shifts so he can watch in the mirror. He meets Max's gaze. He's flushed, his face a mess, his hair everywhere. Pre come drips onto Daniel's ass. His hand blurs.

"Come on me," Daniel tells him. "Please, Max. Please."

[qveenofgluttony]

“Heeeeey~! Now that mostly everyone’s arrived and hopefully gotten some drinks, now it’s time for the party to truly start haha! Now, I’ll be the one to kick things off for ya. So sit back, relax, and hold your applause until the very end~”

Beelza snapped her fingers and signaled to the band, “HIT IT!” Immediately the trumpets roared to life, the opening chords of this song blaring throughout the ballroom.

“It's your haze of delusions versus reality Keep stirring the pot to find your individuality Delete another problem that is plaguing your mind From day to day, from start to end, that's the entertainment of our lives~!”

She took off into the air, soaring above the crowd of guests as she twirled around in midair. 

“Boom Boom Boom! Dancing through the skies Let's celebrate our time And party while we're still alive Boom Boom Boom! Dancing through the skies”

Beelza landed on one of the large chandeliers, grabbing onto it. She purposefully started to push against it, causing the chandelier to swing back and forth. The princess laughed and grinned down to the crowd.

“Kick your worries to the side Now it's time to aim up high~”

She raised all four of her arms to the ceiling, encouraging her audience to do the same.

“Everybody put your hands up! We'll be flying And I can be your wings! Let's both get lost within a deep hypnotic dream We've still got room to grow Why don't you join me?”

She sat down between the candelabra lining the golden chandelier, casually swinging her legs back and forth.

“I'm just so irritated, this is some kinda hell I wanna find some passion and completely lose myself These thoughts of feeling worthless, they're not making you cool Stop looking down, flip it around, your gift is originality”

Beelza suddenly took off into the air again, making loops and turns, her multicolored hair and tail flowing behind her and making for an eye-catching sight.

“Boom Boom Boom! Dancing through the skies Get it off of your mind Your problems piling way up high Boom Boom Boom! Dancing through the skies You gotta show 'em you can fight And reveal the wrong from right (Come on, let's fly!)”

She landed in the center of stage, this time, raising one of her arms as she pointed to the heavens above.

“Everybody put your hands up! We'll be flying Can you imagine it? Search and you'll find the stage you see within your dreams The place where you're "the one" That's where you're meant to be (Flyin') Within these memories (Flyin') That you're slowly forgetting Just listen close to the song that lies within your soul!”

Beelza ended the song in a dynamic pose and beamed out at the crowd, before taking another bow for that night. 

“And that’s only the tip of the iceberg of what we got in store for ya, folks! Stay tuned for the costume contest coming up in the next hour!”

[buck-yyyy]

So what art series are you thinking about creating?

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THA--

okay SO. it'd be a series of self portraits, all exploring the ideas of struggling with both identity + mental illness alongside the mundane. picture snapshots of what seems like could be everyday life, but there's something else going on--the character seems a little bit too aware of the fact that they're... well, art. they're posing for the composition, reacting to things that aren't there to draw up interesting expressions, etc. etc.

it idea essentially surrounds two ideas.

1. the fact that when you're learning about mental illness as an abstract, it seems like this massive... thing. and it is! but living with mental illness is still living, you know? it's everyday life. it's something you have to learn to work around, and it becomes a new normal. you still have to brush your teeth, go to school, etc. it's nearly impossible to actually understand what it feels like when you're just reading a list of symptoms and treatment options, so you assume that's all there is to it, just constant symptoms that suddenly Happen and uproot your entire life--but when you're developing mental illness, it's really hard to identify when and where it starts and ends. what is normal? what is this new normal? what is my normal? i suppose i'd like to explore the feeling of coming to terms with said new normal.

2. the exploration of gender identity happening simultaneously alongside All That Shit. what is the creation? the character is delicately sculpting a new normal for themself at the same time as they're fleshing out who they are as this sort of malleable form. it's two different forms of self-discovery and creation, both fueled by different types of necessity, meshing and blending together into this deeply personal idea of a new self.

a new normal. a new self. see how they're the same, but also undeniably different?

the thing that would string it all together is two defining features of me: my headphones and a bright yellow headband i own, with big alien eyes. it's what creates the character outside of whatever unnamed issues they're struggling with--because it's not just about mental illness, it's not just about gender identity. it's about the character themselves, the journey, me.

it's all just creation. it's taking creation into one's own hands, rather than leaving it all up to fate, chance, god, and misery.

i am. being so normal about it tbh (no i am not i am Flipping My Shit my hands are ITCHING to start planning everything out AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

[artzychic27]

A little something for the Monster High au, because… True Monster High is honestly a bop for me

@imsparky2002 @msweebyness

“Hey, guys,” Nathaniel greets as his wings take him over to his class’ usual lunch table. Ivan and Alix make room for him so he can stretch them out a bit after his guard shift. “Did I miss anything?”

Kim answers, chucks of his steak flying out of his mouth and onto his tray. “Nah, you’re just in time. Looks like Jean’s got a performance planned.” Alix gives him a swift slap to the arm, reminding him not to talk with his mouthful. “He’s been hinting that he got inspired by a history lesson from like… A week ago?”

Nino gives a low, impressed whistle. “Damn, he writes fast.”

Rose’s bones begin to rattle with excitement. “Well, I can’t wait to watch! Do you think he has someone singing in his place, or he’s using a recording?”

Quickly swatting away one of the flies buzzing around her, Sabrina groans and gets a few nods from around the table.

“Yeah, I do like hearing his voice,” Marinette agrees. “Well, fingers crossed.” She struggles a bit to cross her felt fingers. When Nino tries to help her, she swats his hand away. “I got it, hold on…” Eventually, she gets it. “Fingers crossed.” Alya gives a fond roll of her eyes and tussles her yarn hair. “Oh! It looks like it starting!”

The lights in the cafeteria dim a bit, the only source of light coming from Aurore’s hand, scenting as sort of a spotlight for the young phantom who stands in the middle of the room as a soft guitar melody plays from somewhere, followed by Jean’s disembodied voice.

Jean: Have you ever heard the story

Of dear old Mr. Hyde?

Half human and half monster

Whom everyone despised

Alya gasps and quickly whips out her phone.

Many of the students were becoming interested and were literally on the edge of their seats. The story of Jekyll and Hyde was the most famous story in monster history, of course, they were interested.

Jean: It's a cautionary tale

That should never be forgotten

Jean walks through the cafeteria, which turns into more of a glide thanks to his phantom powers

Jean: His secret was his undoing

Then things turned out really rotten

He gets up on top of a table and strikes a pose before flipping his hair and turning to the crowd with a smirk

Jean: Gimme a beat!

While there was a rhythmic drumming coming from wherever the music was playing, the students added on by hitting their lunch trays against the table or tapping their feet/talons/hooves against the floor

Jean: Mr. Hyde, he tried and tried

To fit in with his kind

Monsters hated human Jekyll

And humans hated the monster Hyde

Could you imagine being both and neither at the same time?

Mr. Hyde, he was truly cursed

'Cause we know monsters are the best, yeah

“Hell yeah!” Cosette cheered.

Jean: And humans are the worst, bleh

Jean stuck out his tongue on cue with the lyrics

Jean: Humans are the scariest, smelliest and hairiest

They're all a bunch of creepy freaks

In time with the beat, the students and even some teachers clap.

Jean: We're the coolest of the cool

We all know that monsters rule

Clap along if you agree!

The students all clap.

Jean: Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

At this point, a few of the students, specifically the couples have gotten up to dance around the phantom in what almost looks like a choreographed routine

Jean: Okay okay okay yeah

Go ahead and let it out

You know it's time to shout

Do what us monsters do and show your tru-u-u-u-ue

Show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

M O N S T E R, hey

Show them who you really are

H U M A N S, hey

A few students on the fearleading squad spell out the letters with their severed limbs and serve as sort of back up dancers for Jean when the couples take their seats for a moment

Jean: Humans are the worst and we're the best!

Mr. Hyde was put on trial

His crime, hiding the truth

No one would believe him

'Cause his heart was half untrue

Jean approaches his boyfriend and taps where his heart would be. The young reaper plays along and pretends to look aghast before the two share a quick kiss

Jean: Rules are rules and when monsters chose

To enforce the rules it got gruesome

No one ever had his back

Hyde was shunned, that's a fact

They were scared 'cause he was half human, ugh

Chloé gags in time with the lyrics and smiles a bit when she sees Sabrina dancing in her seat.

Jean: Humans are unbearable, altogether terrible!

Chloé: Just a bunch of freaky creeps!

Zoé looks almost shocked when she heard Chloé sing along, but still claps.

Jean: Humans smell like dirty socks

Denise: We all know that monsters rock.

Simon looks at his partner with fondness in his eye at the sound of their singing voice.

Marc: Clap along if you agree.

With that line, Marc crossed one leg over the other and clapped all four of his hands to the beat.

Jean: Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Don't be afraid to show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

Okay okay okay yeah

True to his love for the Rockabilly genre, Jean does a knee slide, eliciting an uproar of cheers from everyone in the room and got a few students to throw up the goats

Jean: Go ahead and let it out

You know it's time to shout

Do what us monsters do and show your tru-u-u-u-ue

Show your tru-u-u-u-ue monster heart

M O N S T E R, I say

Show them who you really are, let's go

H U M A N S, ugh

Humans are the worst and we're the best

Jean finishes his performance with a pose in the middle of the room as the students and teachers clap and cheer for the phantom. He gives a bow and preens off the praise.

“Thank you!” They finally speak. “Thank you! As usual, it is a pleasure performing for you all!” With a quick flip of their hair, Jean sits at their table where they’re met with congratulatory pats on the back.

“Bonito!” Denise gives Jean a strong pat on the back, almost making him fall out of his seat. “It was so worth the wait.”

“Warn me before you come at me with that masterpiece!” Ismael exclaims and curls up by Jean to purr against him. “In all seriousness, that was a total bop. Give me a copy of that, will ya?”

Jean smiles and gives Ismael a scratch behind the ears. “Of course, Ismael.”

“That was by far the greatest performance I have ever seen!” Her eyes turn a bright yellow to match her current emotions. “An excellent retelling of Hyde and the Doctor. Though, it does make me wonder what happened to him.”

Cosette points to the extraterrestrial. “Oh, now that’s a mystery. No one knows where he went, but anywhere he goes, he’s not gonna be accepted.”

“It is the sad life of a monster-human hybrid,” Reshma chirps. “Humans fear him, monsters hate him. He cannot win.”

Out of the corner of their eye, Denise catches Simon staring at something from across the room. “Everything alright, amour?” The students all look at what has Simon’s attention and find a strange blur going past the window.”

Marc squints his eyes. “Am I the only one who saw that?”

“Definitely not,” Zoé answers.

“Maybe it’s one of the shadow imps,” Mireille figures, and their friends all shrug and take that as the answer.

Outside, a hooded figure sprints away from the school, thankfully going unnoticed as the gargoyles were all on break. Feeling his hood starting to fall, he pulls it back over his head to cover his blonde locks and continue his sprint.

‘Well,’ he thinks in between pants. ‘They’re definitely not going to like having a human at their school next month.’

[pheiral]

Master chef / Culinary crucible with IdoAzu lense

This include jp server spoiler

MasterChef where octa appear as judge:

2 mer: Fish- Floyd Azul, Paprika- Jade Floyd, Milk- Jade Floyd.

1 mer: Meat- Floyd, Spice- Jade, Bean- Azul, Potato- Azul, Noodle- Jade, (maybe there'll be solo judge Floyd later?)

As for personal story:

Azul judge Jamil (fish). He's lucky he got Jami. It'll be disastrous with his ultra sensitive taste bud if he get amateur cook.

Jade judge Floyd (noodle). Awfully suspicious judge rotation, how can he end up here? Bitching about the food too, really asking for a fight eh. He's always like this with Azul too. Sigh How handful.

Floyd judge Leona (milk). Leona failed it and it entertain Floyd so much he keep laughing at Leona. He thought all land dweller should have known how to use microwave, I wonder if this is knowledge he obtained from Jade and Azul because they're his sources.

Chef Octa

Bean Jade: poisoned Rook

Noodle Floyd: somehow Jade is his judge and critiques how he need more.

Waiting room Azul:

Oddity of Floyd master chef card (by extension, Sebek)

This card series buddy bonus supposed to be the other chef and judge in personal story. So Sebek and Jade and yet it's Sebek and not Jade. Sebek buddy bonus also not with his judge Jack, instead there's Trey. Where's those person then? What's happening with this banner cards? 🤔 It feels like either someone mess with the judge list or both original judge can't attend at the same time.

I'd love to think it's because Jade messed up the schedule ofc 😌, it's a very great move from him.

Octavinelle judge sprites comparison

that started because of Halloween Jade battle sprite baring his fang, so I got curious of their teeth in currently running cooking events in both servers since we have all octa attending!

*adding tsum Azul because cute fang (no Floyd since he always show his)

Let's begin teeth inspection

Azul only have one spoon feeding move to eat his entire serving, Jade two, Floyd three. Azul use of napkin after he eat.

The one with same animation as Azul during potato event is Vil. Riddle and Lilia also use napkin but they eat two times. Difference in physique?

Btw Grimm blow his food first since he has cat tongue and proceed to eat his food in one gulp).

Floyd hold the cutlery flipped but use right hand while holding the score board.

Interesting thing during milk event, there's 1 point difference with Jade giving less score. Even thought on previous event where they're both present aka paprika event, they have exact same score. Jade and Floyd have different preference with milk.

When they open their mouths while eating

When fed with Mystery food X or less than average food.

Expression for score 2,3,4. Just politely smiling at the amateurish attempt. Azul arms pose is half of each twin, right hand Jade and left hand Floyd. Super cute

Score 5,6,7. Getting better. Why do i feel like Azul smile because he find potential chef to work at mostro. Again Azul pose is half2 of the twin, big love.

8,9,10. Still need to point out how I like Azul arms look like that. Now it's the opposite from previous pose, his right just like Floyd and left same as Jade.

Azul's full score as reference

[like-rain-or-confetti]

This is an awful lot of work for one employee...isn't it? What's so special about you that we've got some kind of standoff for your return?

The Riddler: He looked so proud. Posed as though ready for pictures at any given moment. However that was your boss. Every appearance is filled bravado and a performance at that. It was all very surreal, considering he and the other henchmen were there for you. "Last I checked, they were under my employment, not yours. So unhand them now and relinquish them to me." He put a gloved hand to his chest as he grinned. The same hand then extended out towards him, his smile vanished and a look of fury took its place. A dangerous look very few would dare defy. After a rather nasty back and forth. You were relinquished -reluctantly- back to the Riddler. He waited until it was over to lift your chin to meet his gaze. "Did they hurt you?"

Scarecrow: "You know what I want." He was quiet but could be heard behind his mask. His hands were clasped in front of him. "I fear to think what will happen if I don't get what I want." He spoke as if this would have ended any differently. As if he had any different intention than gasing them. He grabbed you almost immediately shielding you with his coat. It wouldn't work like a gas mask but it did buy you time giving a protective wall between you and the gas.

Two-Face: He was repetitively flipping his coin in one hand, his gun in the other hand. He seemed in no mood to negotiate nor for pleasantries. "Heads, I blow your fucking head off. Tails and you don't have a pelvis anymore." He said gruffly. He flipped the coin and covered it on the back of his hand, leaving your captor no choice but to pick one. After the shot was fired, he stormed up to you. "You alright?" Harvey asked as he looked you over. You nodded quickly.

Black Mask: He and his men wasted no time bring guns into the mix. "Let me educate you. This city is mine." He pointed to you. "They're mine." He waved his gun at your captors. "I don't like to share and time is money. So hand them over before I knock your fucking teeth down your throat and have your face peeled off for my entertainment." Roman never waited for anything as the moment you were at a safe distance, he shot your captor in both kneecaps and you still had no idea, later into the night just where your captor was. Roman asked to see you in his office. "Did that shithead touch you?" Roman asked bluntly. "I was punched and slapped a few times but I've definitely had worse. You replied."You good?" He asked. You nodded. "Yeah. Oh and...thanks Boss. Thanks for coming for me." Roman stood up and walked around his desk to approach you before cupping your cheek. "You're very special to me, (Y/N). I'm not letting anyone have anything that's mine, especially what's special to me."

Mad Hatter: The people of Gotham learned quite quickly how much of a threat Jervis could be. Beyond the rhymes and smiles, was a very dangerous person. Although no one would have thought he would notice how many, if any, of his henchmen disappeared. Some dared to say he didn't even know he had them half the time. Yet he proved those people wrong as a rather annoyed Jervis Tetch began to speak. "You can imagine my surprise when one of my little rabbits didn't return for tea." He stared your captor down and continued after a moment. "I believe it would do you well to return my little rabbit to me." After a rather frightening exchange you were returned and later that night Jervis himself asked you how you were. "Oh, uh, I'm okay. Thanks for helping me, Mr Tetch, sir." "It is for the best. My special rabbit does not belong with the rest." He spoke mostly to himself and you had no idea what that meant.

[rocknrollsalad]

Stranger Things Writers Guild Daily Prompt 1/18/24

Little Bird

This snippet of something won't leave me alone. It's totally silly (sorry) and short but first thought, best thought?

Eddie doesn't keep much in his wallet. Not just because Steve won't let him have the credit cards. Okay, maybe because Steve won't let him have the credit cards anymore. They're expensive to replace or something responsible like that but it's not Eddie's fault wallets are so loseable.

A few business cards and coupons keep his driver's license company. Sometimes there's money in there and always a blank check for "emergencies" because he "married" a boy scout, prepared for anything. Of course, when you've faced the actual apocalypse carrying a check is the least of their precautions.

Stuffed in the middle are six plastic pages stuck together and attached to something to insert them perfectly where his credit card should go. A traveling photo album because nothing says being over thirty like a wallet full of pictures to subject strangers to. Eddie isn't sure when he became that kind of guy but he doesn't really mind.

The first, naturally, is a picture of the whole family. Not Steve and their two kids but the family that faced down the end of the world together and came out (relatively) unscathed. From a fun little reunion they had last year, the whole gang was there with kids and spouses. Jonathan was smart enough to get them all together for this picture and kind enough to send copies in a variety of sizes. The same picture hangs in the hall just outside Steve and Eddie's bedroom.

After that, it's Eddie's family. Posed in the living room on Christmas Eve. The girls are in fancy little dresses, Steve is wearing a tie, and there are smiling faces all around. If it were any more perfect, it'd look like it came with the wallet. Again, it was thanks to the foresight of someone else. Auntie Robin took the picture before the girls ate and ruined the look. Even though she said she was doing it before Eddie ruined his clean shirt with dinner, he knew what she meant.

Max and Lucas's engagement photo (took them long enough), Steve and Robin, the girls from that attempt to have JC Pennys wrangle them into a few good shots filled up the pages.

It was all the usual stuff, until the last picture. Eddie's favorite picture. He'd trimmed it himself from something they had the drugstore develop. No attempts at good lighting or someone squeezing them together and forcing a moment. An award-winning picture he was lucky enough to capture himself.

Steve is sat in a lawn chair in their backyard, and their oldest is running through the sprinkler (though not in the photograph). The youngest, in her frilly little swimsuit that made Eddie laugh for days. They aren't supposed to be this small! And that's what Eddie was trying to capture. His precious daughter in a baby swimsuit and sitting with her dad in the summer sun.

The important tidbit Eddie always tosses in is they were blaring the new Megadeth album. Something to both polish away some of the perfect suburban life sheen and to add extra meaning to the tiny middle finger held up by their youngest.

She hasn't a clue what she's doing, deep down Eddie knows that, but with metal music playing as she's held hostage by Steve and her sister is having the time of her life, it's such a perfect gesture. And it is held up. Held out like she's expressing a lifetime of anger she doesn't yet have the words for.

So Eddie ignores the logic and keeps this picture with him everywhere he goes. A proud papa whose hardcore little baby Is flipping her sister the bird. Deservedly so. How dare her sister not take her to frolic through the water. Not being able to walk isn't an excuse to leave her on the sidelines. If only she had two hands to fully express this rage but the other was dutifully holding onto the stuffed animal she took everywhere.

Steve won't let Eddie enlarge the picture and hang it over the mantel - where it belongs. No matter how much Eddie begs. He does, however, carry the same picture in his wallet.

[athenaholmesartistsguild]

Ugh. Finally out of my slump. I dunno what was going on, but I was struggling so hard to get a card finished!!!

Absolutely ridonculous.

But I really like the way this card came out! I struggled a bit to figure out what I wanted to pose to be. I had some alternate ideas that I liked, but I felt like they just didn't fit with the card lol.

I might end up finishing one (or both) of the concepts I had and post them here or on Patreon because they were pretty solid.

I also changed the bottom of the border. I felt like the red misty-parts in my original were waaaay too large. I'll have to modify the other cards that I've already done, but that'll take a bit of time so I'm gonna do that later :')

As always, I got my interpretations under the cut. This one's pretty interesting. I go from talking about video games to the power of restorative justice. Pretty neat~~

One of the main themes of the Strength card, I feel, is the coexistence between raw force (as demonstrated by the lion in the original Rider-Waite-Smith card) and a more quiet inner strength (demonstrated by the woman closing the lion's jaws).

In this card, we see our understanding of lions flipped on its head. Usually considered an untamable, savage beast, the lion is happy to yield to the woman. She's shown the animal a sort of patience and kindness it's not used to and as such, its putty in her hands.

But there's an air of benevolence to the woman's actions. We get the feeling that she's not looking to take advantage of the lion's eagerness to please. It's almost as if the company of the lion is enough reason to tame it.

In the woman's actions, we see a sort of bravery and confidence that isn't often depicted in pop culture. This woman has balls of steel to put her hands and face close to a lion's mouth, but she isn't looking to dominate or force the lion into submission.

So often, we see someone who's considered 'brave' resort to violence or anger and while there's not necessarily anything wrong with that if someone truly believes they're doing the right thing, the Strength card suggests that maybe the better option is to be patient and kind.

You'll never close a lion's mouth if you're trying to snap it shut. But if you have the courage, you can coax it shut over time.

Overall, pulling the Strength card is a sign that you've got way more courage and bravery than you think you do. You're tough as mother fucking nails, regardless of whether or not you show it on the outside.

Maybe with this sign, you can take that step you've been scared to take.

Reversed, the balance has been lost. While that inner strength is still within you, there's something (whether that be outside voices, your circumstances, or even your own thoughts) that's convinced you that you're weak.

Pulling a reversed Strength card suggests that you're feeling self-conscious about yourself. You feel you're missing that 'It' factor that separates you from the Confident Ones. There's likely people around you who seem to have their shit together. Who don't put up with the shit being thrown at them.

The important thing to remember is that we have no window into their minds. It's probable that these people feel the same fear that we do. After all, it's not brave to do something you don't fear.

Fear doesn't make us weak and the reversed Strength card urges us to reevaluate ourselves.

Toughness takes many forms. You're not any less brave just because you don't beat people up.

Being able to coax a lion's jaw shut, or say 'no' when you don't want to do something is just as valuable.

For this card, I wanted to focus more on the coexistence between the woman and the lion in the original.

I feel like something that's kinda glossed over in a lot of interpretations is that the lion appears happy to have the woman close his jaw. This is a mutually beneficial partnership-- the woman has a companion and the lion loves being her company.

Yellow is the primary color this card uses which implies a joyfulness to their interaction.

In regards to Kiryu and Haruka, I feel this applies really well to them.

In the first game, Kiryu's been essentially thrown to the side once he gets out of jail-- no one visited him pretty much his entire time in prison, no one was there when he got out. He's been abandoned and treated as the reason for everyone's problems.

He's forced to rebuild his life while everyone's trying to kill him.

But then he meets Haruka and those rough edges begin to soften.

Something that sticks out to me about Kiryu in the first yakuza game is that he's initially hesitant to feed a starving puppy. Kiryu's convinced that there's no reason to help it out since it's going to go hungry again. "That's just how life is."

This sounds like a really small detail, but it's a huge departure from how we understand Kiryu now. Even just a game or two later, he wouldn't even hesitate to help out.

The message that comes across to me is that everyone is capable of loving and being loved. But for some, they've been treated so poorly and have begun to believe that the world is cruel and uncaring. In those cases, it takes someone showing kindness and not just trying to shut them up and shove them to the side.

And I feel this is really important to the meaning of the Strength card.

The woman isn't taming the lion just cuz. She sees that the lion desires love and companionship and is happy to give it.

I think the card is also implying that the act of loving and caring for those deemed 'violent and unlovable' is a more universal, cosmic act than an individualistic one.

If you squint at the original card, the perspective looks kinda wonky. The woman and the lion look like they're towering over mountains and shit. At first, I thought the tarot cards as a whole just had a poor grasp on perspective, but looking back, that's not really true at all!

I think the woman and the lion in the card are supposed to be towering over everything because they're not literal representations of a woman and a lion; they're a metaphor.

We have a very unforgiving view of people who don't meet society's image of the 'upstanding citizen'. It starts in school where 'bad kids' are considered irredeemable and not worthy compassion or understanding and it extends all the way out to our treatment of the poor, or the homeless, or those in prison, or any other group that's blamed for everything wrong with the world.

It's easy to shun those we consider undesirable. Having a scapegoat to blame all of society's ills on is convenient and great for pushing agendas, but is that actually how we should be treating people?

What if instead of shunning and punishing people, we treated them with love-- taught them that the world is good and people care?

What if we showed the value in small acts of kindness? What if giving a dog a meal meant more than just the food and water you purchased?

How many good, loving people have been convinced that they're not worthy of goodness or of being loved?

Why are we okay with even one person not seeing their value and their worth?

[sovonight]

Hi you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, I just have a question! You know a lot more about charms than I do, I was thinking about opening custom charm commissions and ordering the charms from Vograce. I think production, if I had 6 charms/slots, would be around 40-ish dollars if I include shipping? Maybe 50? I’m wondering if you have suggestions on how much I should price per charm. At first I was going to charge just $50 per charm, $65 if someone wants two characters, but then again, I don’t want to undersell myself at all, I’ve seen artists charge from $90 up to $105 per charm commission. but I wanted to ask your opinion first. I’m always afraid to price high because a lot of people complain if anything is over $50 when it comes to artwork, but then I have this habit of underselling. One time I only charged $10 for full body full colored artwork and I really burnt myself out making almost 30 of those, it took me eight months to complete them all... and I’m afraid of repeating that mistake with charms too. I’m experienced with drawing and ordering charms and experienced in drawing commissions, but I’ve never done custom commissions for physical items before. Thank you for taking the time to read this!

(disclaimer that i haven't done charm commissions before either, but i've been thinking abt it a lot so i've been paying attention when it's discussed on the art discords haha)

to establish a starting price for the art alone, just time yourself and multiply your hours by at least minimum wage as usual (i'd start with $15/hr). then add in production/shipping cost, then consider adding in extra based on other time factors (in the bulletpoints)

in the end i'd expect at least a $100-$200 starting price for charm commissions, especially if you're drawing the charm fully custom each time. the exception is if your process is relatively quick and easy, like if you use a simple style that's quick for you or a pre-posed base that you only need to make adjustments to. in this case i could see the starting price go down to $50-$100. so if it turns out that the price you calculated based on your hours is higher than what you think your clients are willing to pay, cutting down your hourly rate should be a last resort; i'd suggest first trying to see if you can make your process shorter and faster by offering a more simple or limited design. or you can offer designs that utilize art assets you've already drawn beforehand, and just cleverly select the customizable element of the charm

other things to think abt:

consider adding to your initial time estimate by accounting for time spent formatting your files, placing the order, quality checking, etc. plus the normal commission stuff like time spent on revisions. charm commissions also often mean extra time spent messaging the commissioner compared to digital commissions (explaining choice of clasps/finishes, communicating production/shipping status, etc) so you may want to account for that extra correspondence time too

personally i wouldn't heavily discount multiple characters. maybe a 10-15% discount, but tbh no discount is normal too. if the characters are separate, they're as much work as 2 commissions, and if they're interacting, that interaction takes extra effort to plan and pose, so it's still the work of 2 commissions

bc the difference in cost is small and it adds a lot of value, i'd definitely offer the charms as double-sided. it'd be no extra work, just the same image on both sides, where one side's flipped. you could offer an alternate expression for the other side of the charm for an additional cost

if the character is asymmetric and the commissioner wants them to be correctly asymmetric on both sides of the charm, charge extra (or alternatively don't even entertain this as an option, some silhouettes are difficult to flip for this)

you could consider offering a discount if the commission is of a character with enough demand that you can reprint and sell the charm separately

remember to update your tos to cover the details of physical charm commissions 👍

and on the production end of things, these are what i immediately thought abt:

how many copies of the charm will you give commissioners by default?

how much will you charge for additional copies of the charm?

how many copies will you actually order? (do you get extra to account for flaws, or order exact amounts)?

do you cover shipping cost to the commissioner, or does the commissioner cover it?

what happens if the package gets lost or damaged--either on the way to you, or on the way to the commissioner?

what happens if the charms come in and they're flawed?

can your pricing setup cover the occasional need to order replacement charms for the scenarios above?

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

heyyy can i request an austin imagine? the reader is a famous singer and she doesnt have the best reputation however she gets with austin butler and everyone tries to warn him and to stay away from her and when theyre out the paparazzi say something like “shes not good for you!” or “shes taking advantage of you!” and then when they get home the reader cant control her sob that was hanging in her throat and she starts crying and austin comforts her

Starstruck

tw: none! ||  word count: 875 ||  rating: pg

A/N: nonnie you have been so incredibly patient with me haha. you were one of my first requests + i apologize for taking literally forever to get your request out, but i hope you enjoy it!

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“Y/N! Over here! Give us a smile please! When can we expect your new album?”

“Soon! I’m recording next week!”

You spin toward the paparazzi and flash your sexiest smile, propping your hand on your hip. As you turn more to satisfy the blinding flashing lights and loud shouts, you suddenly feel fingers sliding over the silk of your waist. A smirk spreads across your face. You bend your neck slightly to glance back at the tall blondie sliding in behind you.

“Hi hot stuff,” Austin says into your ear in a low raspy voice.

“Oh, hi there,” you reply in a sultry tone. You wiggle your fingers down on his back, lighting tapping his bum with a smirk.

“You look incredible tonight, baby,” he says, and you flip around to pose with him for a few photos. You drape your fingers over his chest on the exposed skin between the two open flaps of his white top.

“You’re not looking too shabby yourself.”

You both look at each other, sharing a smile and wandering eyes that drop down to each other’s lips.

“Y/N what do you have to say about the rumors that you cheated on Alex?” one of the paparazzi yells.

You freeze, your smile dropping. You falter for a moment, but Austin’s hand on your back steadies you. You smile through the nerves, pretending you hadn't heard him.

“Austin how do you know you can trust Y/N after her previous cheating allegations? Are you concerned that she’ll do the same to you?” another paparazzi shouts.

Your entire body tenses up as you glance up at Austin. You can see him clenching his jaw, but he responds calmly.

“No. I’m not. Because I don’t think she ever did in the first place. Rumors are rampant in Hollywood. Just cause they go around doesn't mean they're true.

A slight sense of relief passes over you but fades quickly as you get ushered inside for the screening. You feel your palms growing sweaty and cold. A deep feeling of dread settles into your chest, pressing on your ribcage. You are meant to go take your seat, but hang back, gently pulling on Austin’s sleeve.

“You go on in,” you say shakily. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll meet you in there.”

And before he has a chance to respond, you spin on your heel and rush into the bathroom. As you stuff yourself into a stall, your eyes start to release hot tears. You wipe them away as soon as they fall, trying not to ruin your makeup.

It has been a very difficult stretch for you. Your most recent album has been a huge hit and you couldn't be more proud. You had been in a committed relationship with your ex-partner for several years. But for almost an entire year you’d left for the European leg of your tour and had made a mistake that will seem to haunt you forever. You have hoped with every fiber of your being that everyone would just move on after the story had been leaked, blown up, and destroyed your relationship and public image.

But they hadn't moved on. You had become synonymous with the word “cheater” and the bright red bold letters plastered all over your face on magazine covers and online articles had all but destroyed your reputation.

Luckily, in recent months, you’ve heard almost nothing about it and have been thinking that you’re finally in the clear. Apparently not.

You sniff a few times, grabbing some toilet paper to dab at your eyes before leaving the bathroom. You stop in front of the mirror to refresh yourself. As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you falter, seeing Austin sitting on the bench outside of the screening room. He stands when he sees you, approaching to grab your hands.

“Are you alright, baby?” he asks.

“Yeah these Cannes photographers are just… hardcore,” you reply nervously. You bite your lip to keep it from trembling as more emotion washes over you.

He cups your face in his hands.

“Listen, love, I don’t believe a goddamn word they say,” he whispers, stroking your cheek.

“You should, though,” you reply even quieter. You sniff but it’s not enough to hold back the flood that crashes through the dam.

“No, no, baby,” he mutters, dragging you over to the bench. “Everything’s alright, my love. Everything is just fine.”

“I already don't have the best reputation,” you wail through tears. “And now everyone thinks that a cheater is all I am! Just because I was trapped in a loveless relationship and made a mistake! It was just an accident, Austin! I’m not a cheater, and I would never, ever cheat on you. I love you so much! More than any love I’ve ever experienced!”

He pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back.

“I know, babe, I know,” he says, “I believe you. And hey…”

He lifts your face up to his, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He lifts your lips to his, gently kissing you. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on yours. 

“I love you so much,” he presses a kiss to your cheekbone. “And nothing will ever change that.”

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🦋 mila