#* ⊹˚.⋆ scaredy cat ／ visage.

[welldonekhushi]

— TF141 playing horror games ft. my OC —

This was in my drafts for a pretty, pretty long time! So I decided to post it, as promised! <3

When it comes to the crew playing horror video games, it's just chaos and nothing else.

The gang will first be ready with snacks and drinks before starting up with the game. Then, rock-paper-scissors is played to see who is the lucky or unlucky one.

If one loses, they get to play the game on their own.

They look upon games like Outlast, Silent Hills, Slender, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Eyes, Visage etc.

The funniest fact is, Roach always loses or is made to play the game chosen. If they notice Gary had been playing too much lately, they finally give others the chance too.

The loud screamer? Probably Roach always, because he plays the game, with Ghost and Gaz, Soap, Scarlet and Wallcroft just flinch or wow in shock or at a sudden jumpscare. But Price? Oh hell nah, he's just likely tired of everyone's shit and doesn't show much of an expression. Just kidding, sometimes when he sees a jumpscare he too flinches and grows closer to anyone else—

One time they had to hide in the locker while playing Outlast but because Roach who was likely so confused with the game settings, he got their dumbass killed in the hands of Chris Walker.

"Dang Roach, do you even know what a locker is?"

"I KNOW BUT THIS ISN'T HELPING" while Roach hands tremble.

Price plays like a pro, though jumpscares don't scare him anymore reason that man has seen enough horror and trauma on the battlefield, poor him. But, sometimes there is a moment when one of them ticks over Price and he jumps in shock.

Ghost has a bundle of ideas which game they should play and not, since he's aware of many horror games that people play, the one which scares people the most.

Soap seems like a tough man, and he sure is, specially because of his rank, but no one stops him to show his scaredy cat side. Scarlet never hesitates in trying to scare the shit out of him.

Scarlet also normally plays the game without fear, but she hates sudden jumpscares too. So, she always tells Soap to stay with her to relieve herself a bit from the tension and spooky surrounding. But, Soap isn't gonna leave her without getting scared too—

Meanwhile? MacMillan just wants to sleep, since the room next to him is full of screams and cries from the team. Better give that man some peaceful sleep, eh?

Soooo these were the HC's I made for the TF141 if they play horror games! Hope you enjoyed! <3

[kingofthewebxxx]

You amuse me. I think I'll keep you , little pet.

“As you me anon, such brave words for someone hiding behind a faceless visage with sunglasses. Terribly sorry to disappoint you but I don't come with a price tag or a barcode to scan, too hot to handle and definitely too hot for someone to even believe they can keep me if they hide behind a word, anonymous. Still can't exactly blame you, I'm in such high demand these days! You do have my interest, come converse with me, or are you too scared to do that, scaredy cat?”

[conkniving]

salvage + atti

SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. + @pcisxnivys

the late time of night stamped into their retinas from the bright phone screen held by the wealthier of the two figures as they huddled on the corner of the block. the bass of the club rolled like persistent thunder under their soles, only the faintest glow of eerie crimson reaching them from the pull of scaredy cat. they should have been safe — posed under a streetlamp, plenty of drunkards and ravers stumbling about when the rest of the sensible city slept, warded even by the temporary marring of the convict mug that should have deterred most ( as much as it had been since fallon attempted steps back out into the world when the swelling had all but ceased ). but the bold and the brave were still abound. perusing through a playlist atticus had procured once again, to fallon's delight and a common thread they shared seeing as they could both be high-brow about their tastes in comparison to the rest of mainstream, neither were prepared from one blink to the next when a hooded thief came and went. the only indication namely the jostle of their bodies together from the brief collision meant to set them off-kilter, and the way atticus blustered at his empty hands. it couldn't have been fallon's beat up, dying cellphone, could it? it wasn't until the bastard had taken off in pursuit that she ascribed to "thinking before acting." the weight of the ankle monitor thumped uncomfortably as she wondered just how far she could book it down the damp sidewalk after the fleeing silhouette before she crossed the boundary dictated by her parole. and hadn't she already sought the aperture of her broiling emotions in one battle already? the one that mottled her complexion, that she could feel ache as she glowered. it didn't appear to matter. she could taste the thrill of it like sour candy. and she reveled in the shedding of her skin that pretended everything was fine these days, in the moment that her hands found purchase on the sweatshirt. rather than halting their movements, she simply redirected them, and smiled wickedly when she succeeded in swerving them into the brick of a nearby building. before they could retaliate, perhaps even crumple, she took the cowl of the article with her left hand to draw it back in order for her right hand to seize a fistful of sweaty hair and thrust the unknown visage of the perpetrator once more into the wall with a crunch. something clattered at her boot. with both hands, the biker used their concerted momentum to toss her opponent away, gleeful in spectating of their stumble and subsequent fall. surely they would be alright, it was hardly much of a fight and they didn't seem to be interested in more than that. retrieving atticus's phone from the ground, she grumbled to herself upon noting the small spiderweb crack to the corner, and ignored the way the thief skittered away in favour of returning to her friend. "here you go," was blithely announced as she dropped the device into the villanelle's numbed hands. "that's just the start of repaying my debt."

[jikangai-a]

brain empty this set of gifs only

[tanteichi]

@goldenloved

free! take your marks ✰ apartment shopping

[hcwlss]

* ⊹˚.⋆   ／   tag dump!! 

[honestlyfragile]

Undertake - Lee Minho • Lee Know

originally posted on ao3 as: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23861383/chapters/57353434

Pairing: Lee Know x Female Reader

Genre: angst!smut

Tw: NSFW, cheating, marijuana, smoking, alcohol, sex, oral sex

One call. One text. That’s all it took for you to be on call and ready for duty.

Part 1 | Part2

Minho was an ex, a failed relationship that didn’t work out for its own reasons. Primarily because it was lust, not love. But one thing makes him come back. No matter how distant he has become with you. You could go on for weeks and months without him, but as soon as you get that one text, you were on call. “Duty?” You read across your screen, you feel a smirk crawling and making its way to your lips. “On your call ;)” you gladly respond. Minho speeds his way to your apartment. He just got into an awful argument with his girlfriend, not to mention the sex was terrible with her, oh to be the girl that he runs to when he’s short on his sexual desires. Or basically just frustrated and wants a good fuck. But how come you never refused? Because you loved it, you loved how you were still an irreplaceable mark on him. You love how he thinks of you when his skin crawls, when he gets goosebumps whenever his dick was hard, it was you and no one else. You knew how to make his worries vanish, you knew how to get him to his high and he goes absolutely fucking crazy over that.

You come down to welcome him inside your home but instead he tells you to go inside the car. “I don’t have a bra. Give me a moment.” You cross your arms and turn your back.

“Fuck that, everything will come off anyways. Get in.” he says as he grips the steering wheel tightly, growing impatient. 

You roll your eyes and get inside. He offers you a rolled joint and you gladly take it. You go closer towards him and light yours with his, making eye contact. You take your first hit and draw it through your mouth, and you feel its smoke flavor burn in your mouth as it smoothly goes to your lungs and exhale. You throw your head back at the sensation. 

“So, what brings you here?” You scoff, lazily looking at him as his face was slightly illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes glossy and slightly tainted red. 

He takes a hit, and exhales heavily. A bitter laugh escapes his naturally curled lips almost like of a feline. “She’s so,” he pauses, thinking of the right word. “Suffocating. Yes that’s the word.” he closes his eyes and a resentful smile plays on his lips. You nod your head even if he doesn’t see, he knows you’re listening, so he continues. His words sloppily coming out of his mouth. “And it’s strange, how I always tolerate it. Minho stop talking to her, Minho stop doing this stop doing that Minho i don’t like that” and his words were all stitched together, rolling off his tongue and he forgets to take a breath. He inhales another. 

“Then why don’t you just, i don’t know…take your head out of the water and break up with her?” You hastily suggest.

“No, I love her.” he purses his lips and throws his head back. 

“If you did you wouldn’t be doing this with me.” You raise an eyebrow in disbelief. 

“This,” he motions his finger between the both of you, “Isn’t love. It’s nothing.” 

“Then stop coming back to me. Stop calling me, stop fucking me. I bet you can’t.” You look at him straight in the eye, and you slowly feel the high washing over you. 

“No.” he hovers over you and kisses your lips with his moist ones. Well if he kept wanting to do this, with what choice does it leave you? It’s not like you forced him to stay or to keep doing this with you. You just simply agreed to whenever he needed it. 

The kiss gets deeper and you motion him to the backseat, where he willingly goes. You place yourself on top of him and continue to place wet and open-mouthed kisses on his neck, feeling his prominence. He takes off your shirt, revealing your bra-less self. He gropes your breasts with his hands and massages them while sucking your nipples and placing his face in the valleys of your breast.

You throw your head back with the tingling sensation and it involuntarily causes you to grind on his hard on. He grunts and holds the back of your neck, pulling you closer so he can suck and put your bottom lip in between his teeth. Your hands travel to the hem of his shirt and quickly take it off. Your hands rake his now slightly wet hair due to sweat, but it smells like old spice, just how you like it. 

You take off his sweatpants and his cock is hard as hell leaking with precum. You feel it with your palms to drive him just a little over the edge. “God do it already.” He pants, feeling desperate. 

“So impatient.” You smirk and pull down his boxers and it springs up and lightly hits his stomach. You feel his member and hold it in your palms and give the tip a good lick, a moan escapes from his plump lips, and his fingers are tangled in your locks. 

And you take him in, like you always did. Like how he always liked it. Until the brim. You knew how to get him, whether you were high or sober, you just knew. That’s why he always came back. 

“I can’t cum like this, let me get inside you first.” he flips the both of you over and quickly tries to get a condom from his compartment in the front seat. He slips it in and takes both of your cotton shorts and panties in both of his hands in one go. He places himself in your wet entrance and inserts himself, his size almost overwhelming but it was nothing you can’t take. Your nails dig into his back and you faintly scream in pleasure. 

“Faster oh my god,” you rub circles on your clit while he thrusts in and out of you, making your hips shake, and your body tremble, you can’t breathe. You fucking can’t. Your eyes are shut yet they roll to the back of your head that you could almost see your goddamn brain.  All you could do was moan, scream and whimper. Your fingers felt like it was going out of control. His thrust are sloppier and the car is filled with muffled moans and noises that you can’t even spell. 

“Fuck.” He collapses on top of you and  makes his release and you reach your orgasm. You wipe the sweat that has formed on your forehead. 

Minho sits up and so do you. Keeping fair distance with him, you weren’t the type to cuddle after sex, he wasn’t your boyfriend. You dont fuck with feelings. Your missions don’t come with a reward. What is done, is done. 

“Get out.” He dresses himself up and so do you. Before fixing yourself you sneakily roll yourself another joint to take home. You leave the car and give him a quick salute. He shakes his head and chuckles. At last, he was off.

------

Another day in university wasn’t all that uneasy. You went to the same one as Minho and his girl, but she has no idea that you knew him, moreover you were his ex. So it didn’t bother you. In fact, you even went to some of the same classes with her. A very charming girl who went by the name, Cho Mi Yeon.

“Don’t ever dare tell her about this.” He nibbles on your ear and aggressively whispers, while his fingers were twisted in your vagina. 

“You’re so fucked up, poor girl has no idea.” You tease, sucking on his collarbone. 

“Don’t act like you are any different.” 

“Oh, but I am,” you take his hand and put his two fingers in his mouth, so he can always remember how you taste even when he was with her. “I don’t cheat.”

You pass by the both of them holding hands, like nothing has happened the night before. They sure do make up pretty quickly. Mi Yeon catches you at the side of her eye, and turns her head back to wave and say hi. You wave back casually as Minho is taken aback by the sudden “friendship” that the two of you have. But he quickly retracts himself from the scene and ignores you.  

He was so bad at it, acting all tough on you. Like he doesn’t give a shit, he thinks he can hide it well. But at the end of the day, he is and will be the guiltiest of them all. He will have to carry all of this while all you do is sit and watch for the chaos to eventually unfold.

Minho was a year ahead of you, so he saved himself from getting into the same classes. Otherwise, he’d probably lose his mind. 

You sit your single self down in the university’s cafeteria, having some iced coffee and sweet bread. You weren’t the type to have a clique, or a bunch of friends surrounding you. You prefer to be casual and discreet. Oftentimes, you also wonder if anyone finds you strange or suspicious, but you keep a good relationship with all of your blockmates. You were approachable and easy to talk to. 

You didn’t like attachments, it was a pain in the ass back then to have yourself keeping a damn reputation in high school, college gives you sort of a fresh start, a clean slate. 

“Do you mind if I sit beside you? I mean we do have the next class together.” A charming Mi Yeon says to you and how could you resist? 

“Oh, sure go ahead.” You simply smile and observe her. 

“That’s all you’re having? Do you want some of mine?” She kindly offers you her tuna rice balls, which you kindly refuse. 

“I’m good, it’s too early for me to have something heavy.” You chuckle. “I just saw you with your boyfriend awhile ago, why aren’t you sitting with him?” Your eyes pretend to roam around the space.

“Ah, he had a class to catch, you know he’s a year higher so his sched is different.” She explains. 

“I see. You look great together, by the way.” You genuinely compliment, because it was true. You weren’t jealous. They were real, you were not. 

“Thank you. He’s great.” She talks so fondly about him that you start to feel sorry for her. Just a tiny bit.  

You and Mi Yeon head to class and walk past Minho, who just got out of his. The only reason why you could feel the tension is because he brings it with him. He makes everything awkward and heavy, he was a scaredy cat. 

Mi Yeon gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but on the other hand while her back faces yours, his eyes are on your visage. They were dark, and strong, almost threatening. All you could do is be pretentious, you didn’t know him. You had to remind and convince yourself that you didn’t. 

———

Minho struts in the hallways, gaining looks from others like he always does. His hair black and polished, his natural pink lips were moist and his eyes were like gems. He was definitely hard to resist. 

When he flashes them a smile, they lose it. But what they didn’t know was the huge weight that was lingering in his chest if he ever gets caught. How ironic it was for the cheater to be scared as a wuss, but was brave enough to do it anyways.

His hands were tightly hidden in the pockets of his skinny jeans, and his breathing was heavy. His mind is full of worries that he never shows, but over all those that he is concerned about, being caught was what bothered him the most. The hallways were crowded, there's people who knew where to go, and those who didn't. One accidentally bumps his shoulder and the poor guy is terrified, but Minho makes sure to tell him that it’s no big deal and gives the latter a kind smile.

Most of the people are intimidated by him, but what they don’t know is that Minho is actually more sensitive than they think. He cares, a lot. He has this whole external guard on him but only because the world cannot possibly find out what was actually going through his goddamn mind. He had too many secrets to keep. He only had one person that he would trust the world with.

Minho feels a rush of relief when his path clears up and sees his best friend, Chan. He cheerfully throws his arm around his shoulders and ruffles Chan’s hair. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t plan on styling this today.” Chan chuckles and tries to fix his tresses. “What’s up? You seemed a little indifferent before you walked towards me.” 

Minho shakes his head in disbelief, this man really knew him inside out. He lowers his voice just in case anyone plans on eavesdropping, “How are ____ and Mi Yeon suddenly friends? It doesn’t make sense to me. It’s so dangerous.” 

“Oh shit,” Chan trails off, “That can’t be good. You know that you aren’t friends with ____ right? If she screws you over, you’re done.” 

“Wow that makes me feel so much better.” Minho sarcastically replies. 

“Just saying bro, watch your back. Stop treating your side chick like shit or else telling your girlfriend is the first thing on her list.” Chan casually shrugs his shoulders. 

“Aish. Whatever, she wouldn’t. Otherwise she’s going to be ruined as well.” Minho fidgets for his car keys, “do you still have a class? Do you wanna smoke in my car or something?” 

“Are you stupid? Smoking weed on campus? No thanks man. I’ll pass today.” Oh how much of a goody two shoes Chan was. 

“Alright then, I’ll see you around then.” Chan pats Minho’s back and heads off. 

_____

“Why don’t we ever have like, proper sex?” Mi Yeon pops this question out of the blue as her and Minho were sitting on her apartment’s couch.

He tries to change the topic by acting clueless, “What do you mean? Isn’t it like, all the same?” 

“No it isn’t. It just doesn't feel right when we do it. It doesn’t feel natural.” Mi Yeon sighs and buries her head on Minho’s chest.

“So are you saying that i’m like, not good? You’re always fucking complaining about something!” He raises his voice and the girl is startled. She never meant to start an argument about it but his temper was out of control today. 

“What? I never said that! The problem could be with me or something. What is up with you today?” She raises her head from his chest and sits upright. 

“No, its always your way to start something with me. You’re always finding loopholes so you can nag at me about anything.” Minho stands up, ready to leave. He was not up for this kind of conversation, not today. 

And as always, his coping mechanism was to storm out and text you. He gets in his car and lights a cigarette, and heavily draws the smoke in and out. His hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel and occasionally running through his hair. He had gone beyond the speed limit. Minho was not himself most of the time, but today he is losing more of himself than ever. 

You respond to him a little later than usual, but he was satisfied to see your reply and immediately just heads to your apartment, ready for duty. 

____

“I swear, it was his car.” Mi Yeon tightly clenches her fists and puts it against her chest. 

“But why?” her friend is baffled, just as surprised as she was.

“A girl came out of the apartment, I was a bit far so i didn’t really recognize. But her overall looks just seemed so familiar. I just can’t seem to wrap my finger around who it really was.`` She bites her lip and thinks hard. 

Your figure passes by from afar and as soon as Mi Yeon caught the sight of you, her heart sinks. And no, she’s not going to fight back. She’s not going to yank your hair and yell at you for getting together with her boyfriend behind her back. She had her pride, she had her own way of taking matters into her hands.

“What’s the matter? Is she from here?” Her friend says, puzzled by her sudden change of expression.

Mi Yeon nods her head and spreads a bitter smirk upon her iced cherry stained lips. She takes a few deep breaths and puts her chin up, straightens her back and is no longer slouching. And now, the power is hers. She has both of you wrapped around her finger now. Two can play at that game of acting clueless. 

How quick it was for the tables to turn before you even knew it. And perhaps you never will. 

She could handle it. She realizes that she had wasted so much energy on Minho only for him to do the exact opposite of what she wanted to happen. It wasn’t worth it anymore, but she would love to live to see them eaten up alive by their guilt. 

Without a clue, you walk towards a now composed and smiling Mi Yeon, you were meaning to ask if you could walk to your class together. 

“Hi! We still have a couple minutes, we’ll make it on time.” Mi Yeon cheerfully says as she links her arms with yours. You were kind of surprised by the gesture, but you told yourself that she was doing it out of kindness.

“You’re in a good mood today,” you smile, noticing her energy.

“Yeah? I guess because I didn't wake up on the wrong side of the bed today.” She shrugs.

_______

Mi Yeon offers you to bond over a cup of coffee but you kindly decline it due to your other agendas. 

Which included meeting up with Minho.

He arrives at your apartment and parks his car in front, anxiously waiting for you to open the door. Something was off and he felt it. But let’s be real here, none of the things the both of you were doing were right to begin with. It just felt riskier this time. 

“God why did you take so long?” Minho swiftly steps himself inside your home, stingier than ever. 

“What is up with you today?” You cross your arms, bothered by the way he was acting. 

“Cause i feel like Mi Yeon knows something about this.” he lowers his voice, as if you weren’t the only two people in the house. 

Your eyes widen, why would he ever say such a thing? “What do you mean?”

He paces back and forth, “I don’t know. I just feel it in my gut. She’s being too nice to me these past few days.” 

You chortle in disbelief with his half-assed cohesions. “That doesn’t make sense. Do you hear yourself? She’s being too nice? Isn’t that what she’s supposed to be rather than to keep picking fights with you?”

“But it keeps me from coming here and being with you. Doesn’t it?” He stops and stands still. 

Something in you clicks, but you refuse to believe it because the idea didn’t speak to you that well. You couldn’t believe that she would be able to not call you out if she knew. The last time you remember, she still locked arms with you.

“That's just stupid, your girlfriend being nice to you is something you should be happy about asshole.” You roll your eyes. 

Minho is paranoid but refuses to admit it, he still firmly believes that he can get away with everything and giving up something will be a sign of defeat, no matter what it was. 

Without a word, he walks out the door. 

[beyoncesdragon]

The disappointing Gender

Pairing:  Bestfriend!Ashton x Reader   

Warnings: shit ton of cursing, dont worry I love men, but women are just easier at times. Based on a real story, that shit really happened to me. 

Summary: Some men are just straight up trash. And what’s better than to vent about them to your willingly listening best friend Ashton. 

My Masterlist 🦋

(Gif credits: @ghostofmashton​)

“I don’t know exactly what goes through your mind when deciding to finally peel your limp body out of your comfy sheets, go through the usually long, self-esteem-damaging process of “getting ready”, find an outfit you would feel comfortable but not underdressed in and then leave for a party. Let me be honest, I mostly think: at least let it be worth all this. And then maybe something like; maybe I’ll meet someone. “Someone” carefully and fully on purpose undefined because you don’t want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed. But “someone” secretly being a guy, optionally a boyfriend even, but just maybe.

“However, now you are at that party, ready to meet new people and you take a look around. You see many people; some you think are pretty in your eyes some aren’t. But that’s okay, that’s only natural. So then after a time, when you have met a few girls you get along with, you spot the “someone”. And your friends somehow knew about him and all that bullshit and tell you the teeniest bit of bloody information alright? And he, on top of that, seems to be interested, keep that in mind.”

I stopped for a second, taking a gulp of my water. The few ice cubes clicked softly against the glass when I placed it back down.

“Alright. Now, you chat with him, all friendly funny business, you develop a sort of insider joke. It’s funny and you think wow, it isn’t all that difficult to talk to boys, amazing. Eventually, you also had a few, and I don’t want to say advantageously but it does help.”

A giggle fell from my bestfriends lips, but I decided to just keep going. “I will again be honest, I was a bit…inebriated if I may say so and if you would want to take me as an example. However, maybe you flirt for a while, and it really all goes well, so well that you would’ve started to become suspicious, since it was you after all. Continuing, because you’re bloody sloshed, you don’t suspect anything, even though if you would’ve just listened closely you could’ve totally heard fate snigger.”

I earned an amused hum from Ashton for that, picking up my glass again. “Further on, one of your new friends disappears with a guy and it’s okay for you but not for her friend whom you also are friends with now. That, because the other girl actually does have a guy eventually. But she isn’t sure. So you go get her, and you sit down with the girls outside to have a chat. Because it’s important that she still has a good night and so on. During that amount of time, you selflessly neglect your guy. Not that he is your guy in reality, but you secretly might have planned on making him your guy.” After a big gulp I placed my glass back down again, the ice now almost completely molten.

“Suddenly, that bloke walks out, raising a single hand at you as an obvious goodbye. And you sit here, startled and a bit dumbfounded because what the fuck is he leaving already. Quick note; it was hardly midnight, the clock stroke twelve maybe two minutes ago. So you get up, approach him and ask, why in the love of Jesus effing Christ he’s leaving already. His response; well. He hasn’t been blessed with the best of experience with women.”

And annoyed frown settled on my face. “I mean what kind of excuse is that? I haven’t only met them good guys either, but do you see me acting like an antisocial scaredy-cat? Nope sir, because I am not that superficial, and you shouldn’t be as well because I am not “women”. Also, have I mentioned that my friends told me, that he was total slag, like a fuckboy freshly bred. Best experience with women my fucking ass. However, back to my example; you then are still a bit startled because he slips that he has been cheated on and all that godforsaken crap. And in your woozy, naturally kind-hearted state you are in, you do feel sorry and possibly even apologise for being so bold. Also, because you don’t want him to think bad of you, he is very attractive after all and you have not given up your hopes just yet.”

A grin had now settled on Ash’s lips, as he leaned back with his drink, the attention still fully with me. “Then he says something like; but it was nice to meet you, and asks you to say your name again, and you do so. Naturally you do ask him the same thing…and you may have forgotten the name already.” I added with a frown, desperately trying to remember. “Something with F and it sounded French or such. Don’t know, not important anyways. Just like his existence.”

At that, Ashton laughed out loud, but wisely keeping quiet. “Yeah you just laugh…however, he then throws that horrid line; we’ll see each other again yeah?

At you, and you might think cool. But how for the love of fuck, since you don’t have anything except for a name. So the thing you do then is, you scrap all of your…I don’t know confidence from off the bottom of your rotten self and ask, if he wants to at least give you his snapchat.” Ash let out a whistle but I waved him off.

“I’m not done yet. So you ask. And he just ignores your question somehow, can’t really remember how. The whole time he’s walking away from you backwards, I guess towards the busstation and you have to follow him like damn mongrel…however. You end up leaving it be and sprinting back to your friends telling them what happened. Because they “know” him, they know his Instagram, so you decide to follow him. But he is on private so you got to send a request. Done with a few clicks, in approximately ten seconds. So now he is gone, you feel disappointment bubbling up, because fuck.”

Ash nodded slowly, looking up at me since I got up impatiently from his couch. “Sounds fun?” he said in a more or less questioning manner and I shot him a dark look.

“Buzz off twat, the best part’s only coming.” Ash rose an eyebrow, leaning back expectantly again. “Next morning you go and check your Instagram, somehow curious if he accepted your request and what do you see? He fucking declined it! This bloody wanker skipped my music, stole my attention and wasted my fucking time, four hours of it!” Ashton broke out in a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his drink.

“Comedy at its finest, certificated gold. Platinum even. Oh Jesus Christ. And that all has obviously not happened to you, you just purposely told it like it did right?” I huffed annoyed, dropping down again. “Never, as if stuff like this would ever happen to me. I mean, I totally understand mankind, it’s just that you can’t fucking use any of them.” Ash giggled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Come again?” I rolled my eyes. “I said, that you can’t fucking use any of you gentlemen. Men are so disappointing, like get a grip on yourselves honestly.” Ash grinned, nudging me with his foot. “Haven’t you just said that he should stop being superficial because of one woman?” he teased and I gave him an angry glare.

“Cheating and just generally being international disappointments is something else. I slowly start to believe that you guys are just born with that twat-gene. It’s almost not your fault. It’s probably the Y-chromosome, would explain why women aren’t like you guys.” Ash shot me an amused grin.

“I don’t know if I would surprise you saying that the explanation why men and women aren’t the same accurately is rooted in our genes. To be specific, it’s even a matter of just those two chromosome, the X-chromosome and the Y-chromosome…” I groaned annoyed, aiming a pillow at his head. I missed, but the message was clear.

“Smart-alecky dimwit, get off my back. I need emotional support, because member belonging to your sex has wasted my time and, in addition to that, ruined your all’s reputation.” Ash just hummed amused.

“Is that so.” I nodded, pouting bolshie. “Then I suggest, you listen to Ariana Grande’s Thank u Next and some Beyoncé, maybe also Rihanna. They’ll support your idea of men being trash immediately I am sure.” I flipped him off immediately, even though he had brought up a good point.

“I am kidding sweetheart. I know men can be idiots, but so can you females.” I couldn’t help but throw him a derisive look “Yes, males and females can be difficult at times.” I mocked him and he just shot me a lopsided grin. “Now you get off my back, annoying brat. But you are over him?” I shrugged.

“I mean, I was never actively involved with him, so I guess?” he nodded softly. “Venting felt good?” I nodded quickly. “Always does. Thanks bud.” He smiled warmly at me. “Everything for my best friend. Mind if I quickly call Kaitlin…” as he saw my face he immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh your little girlfriend huh? Young Irwin’s a little whipped?” giving me the finger he got up and grabbed his phone. “Shut up. I’m right back you bitter prick.”

I laughed sitting up again. “I am not bitter, I am happy for you Ash. Furthermore, I don’t have any problems with taken people or relationships. The problems I have, start when selfish and inconsiderate assholes rub in the fact that they have someone, and start gushing about them. When I, as an admittedly slowly bitter, but independent single person, couldn’t give a shit or two.” Ash grinned at me, shaking his head slightly. “I love you, you madwoman. Also, I am sure you’ll find your guy and we can do all those disgustingly cute things best friends do when they both are in relationships.”

I scrunched my nose. “Like what? Double-dates? In this case, I’d rather stay single Irwin, and now get lost you need to call your babygirl or whatever. Our ice cream is melting and our friends-day is not over yet. So you better hurry your red-dyed, slicked back visage up.” I responded harshly but with a loving lilt to it.

“On my way, woman. Love you, don’t eat my ice cream.” I just huffed, waving him off quickly. “Love you too, you ashy bitch.” I then almost choked on my water when I saw his expression at my words. He grinned and shook his head, pressing his phone against his ear.  

[muninn--huginn]

Gonna stream Visage tonight! It's less frightening than this election has been! Join me unless you're a big scaredy cat (in which case, no, I get it, I think this game has some scares in it)

9 PM PST. twitch.tv/neonstalgia

[dalgonachan]

Kiss It Better

member: Mingyu x reader

genre: fluff with a dash of angst, live-in partners, non-idol au (?)

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content

prompt: there's no doubt his kisses were all you needed to feel a whole lot better

word count: 1735

a/n: i had a hard time choosing what gif to put so pls don’t kill me

The comfort of lying in bed lessens the throbbing pain in your head. With eyes shut and breaths evened out, you try to keep your focus on achieving the state of relaxation you need. The silence, however, only seems to amplify the throbbing; you groan through clenched teeth.

"How much does it hurt?" The sound of Mingyu's husky voice fills your ears.

You want to tell him that your head feels like exploding, that you want to bang your head straight on a wall, that it hurt so much worse than hell. Instead, the pain restrains you from saying any more than two words.

"A lot." You reply weakly.

The bed dips and you feel Mingyu shuffling by your side. His hand rests warmly on your cheek for him to caress, then it trails upwards to your hair and runs his fingers through it. You let out a shaky sigh as you relished in the gentleness of his touch. Somehow, it helps you tolerate the headache.

"My poor baby," Mingyu mutters before placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"May you feel better soon, (Y/n)."

His hand stops to rest on your shoulder and you feel him scoot closer to press your foreheads together. A small smile forms on your lips, an expression that showed your content towards Mingyu's sweet little action. There was no doubt he had a healing kiss because, at that moment, you could feel the pain slowly subsiding.

Hot oil spatters out of the pan and lands on your arm, the brief scalding sensation making you yelp and hop away from the stove. Earlier today, you had asked Mingyu if he could teach you to cook which he immediately (and enthusiastically) complied. Now, he was laughing at you for being too afraid to come near the stove after being exposed to minuscule droplets of oil and a harmless burn.

"Stop laughing at me, you little shit!" You barked, but he only cackled even louder. "That actually hurt! I don't understand how you're able to withstand it."

"You're just weak." He teased and you glared at him. "Now come back here, you little shit. We're not done yet."

You shook your head and backed away. "Nuh-uh."

"Quit being such a scaredy-cat." It only took Mingyu a single stride for him to reach your arm and tug you back to his side. "You're all grown up already. You need to learn how to cook so that you can feed yourself without needing anybody's help."

"But it's so hot and my arm still hurts!" You whined, pouting at him while pointing at the spot the oil had hit.

"(Y/n), I literally don't see anything wrong with it." He said as he took you by the wrist and examined your arm.

"But it hurts." You insisted.

With an exasperated sigh, he pulled your arm next to his face and grazed his lips over the skin you claimed to have gotten burnt before turning to you and grumbling, "You're such a baby."

You flash him a cheeky grin. "But I'm your baby."

Sometimes, his kisses were all you needed even when unnecessary.

It takes a while before you finally decide what you're in the mood to wear. Grabbing your clothes, you toss them onto the bed while shutting the closet doors when—

"YAAA!" Mingyu jumps out of hiding and scares you shitless.

Startled, you shriek and accidentally bump into the closet. You don't need the loud thud to tell you how hard the impact was because you've already fallen to the floor while cradling your knee.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!" Mingyu hurriedly gets down to your side, regret and worry on his face as he looks down at your writhing figure.

"You fucking son of a bitch, do I look like I'm okay?!" You yell and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from slapping him. "I'm going to get a bad bruise and it's all your fault!"

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." He sounds so genuinely apologetic that it washes away all your anger. "I'm going to get some ice. Just stay here, okay?"

With that, he leaves the room and you listen to the echo of his footsteps trudging down the stairs.

"I don't think I'm going anywhere, Mingyu." You mutter with a chuckle as you manage to get off the ground and prop yourself on the bed.

Lifting your leg, you observe the dark-hued discoloration beginning to bloom on your knee. The swelling pain makes you cringe and you bite down on your lip to keep from hissing. Soon, Mingyu returns with an ice pack in hand and he kneels before you to place it on the fresh bruise. The sharp coldness on the injury causes your lips to knit into nothing but a thin line on your visage.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)." He says, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes, pouting all the while with his lower lip jutting out.

"It's alright. You didn't mean it." You shrug nonchalantly, brushing his forehead free from hair then flicking it. "Just don't do it again, you idiot."

He flinches back in surprise, then nods while grinning sheepishly. "Yes, yes. I won't. I'm sorry."

Seconds later, Mingyu lifts the ice pack away to look at the bruise forming on your skin; you grimace at the sight of red and purple clotting right below the surface. Carefully, he lowers his lips until they delicately make contact with your knee. You don't feel anything due to the numbness caused by the ice, but you're pretty sure that kiss was just as good as any remedy—maybe, even better.

Soreness; it's the first thing you feel throughout your entire body when you wake up. The urge to immerse yourself in a hot shower reels your head off the pillow, but you wince halfway through sitting up by a twinge on your shoulder. To make things worse, the supposedly short-lived pain eventually flares into a nonstop stinging sensation. Wondering what the hell was bothering you so early in the morning, you look over to check on it and discover a huge hickey just right above your shoulder blade.

Last night was a blur thanks to all the alcohol, but you can still clearly recall making love with Mingyu. His canines were something you were fully aware of, but you had absolutely no idea how damn hard he could bite. You trace your fingers over the love mark and let out a whimper, partly out of shock and of pain.

Just then, your attention shifts to the man lying next to you who's stirred from his sleep. You watch him stretch out his arms and legs as he heaves a long and deep yawn. It takes a while before his eyes flutter open and he sees you staring, a silly smile lighting up his already handsome features to greet you good morning. However, the smile drops when he sees you rubbing the area he had bitten and instantly, he's up to take a look at it too.

"Does it hurt that bad?" Mingyu asks, furrowing his brows.

"Pretty much, yeah." You try to sound as casual as possible to make him less worried about it. "Hickeys last for only a few days though, so it's nothing."

He doesn't say anything, but the disapproving frown on his face speaks for himself. Seconds later, his strong arms wrap you in warmth as he pecks the skin he had nipped the night before. The desire of a hot shower is long forgotten as the two of you retreat into the covers once again.

It wasn't supposed to be much of a big deal, yet here you were bawling your eyes out on the couch. You were caught in the pounding rain on the way home and in your rush, failed to notice that you had dropped the keyring Mingyu had given you years ago. Most people would simply shrug it off and get on with their lives, but for you, that Mickey Mouse keyring possessed great sentimental value; it served as a reminder of the time you and Mingyu celebrated your first anniversary as a couple.

Back then, he had surprised you a few days before that you were going on a trip to Hong Kong Disneyland. The sudden announcement made your jaw drop from utter disbelief, especially because of the fact that he had paid so much and you were going out of the country just to celebrate your first anniversary together. It was a one week vacation, but the events in Disneyland were the only memories that stayed with you after you left Hong Kong. You had so much fun that Mingyu decided to buy you the keyring as a souvenir and you've never stopped using it ever since... until you lost it out of pure carelessness.

"It's alright, (Y/n). Look at me, I'm not mad at all." Mingyu said, trying to console you from your distress.

"But you gave that to me on our first year together and... and... now, it's gone forever!" You wailed in between hiccups caused by ceaseless sobbing. "I probably look like an idiot for crying over a keyring, but I'm an even bigger idiot for losing it!"

Your lament makes you cry even harder as Mingyu encases you into a soothing hug. It successfully pacifies your sadness and soon enough, your bawling gradually turns into sniffles.

"Are you still upset about it?" Mingyu puts his hands on either side of your face to wipe away your tears with his thumbs.

"Yeah." You respond in a quavering voice.

"Will it be possible for me to kiss it better?" He asks; his eyes are focused on you, but you catch them flicker to your lips for a split second.

It was a simple and innocent question, yet it was more than enough to lift your spirits. You smile at him affectionately and lightly giggle. "Well, there was never a time your kisses never worked, so go ahead."

He grins mirthfully, a charming sight adorning his gorgeous visage, making you fall for him ten times over again. Without further ado, your lips touch and it sparks a feeling so magical that you melt into each other. Your heartbeat quickens the same way your breaths do and in that blissful moment, you could already feel him curing you of melancholy.

[writerofweird]

Marcia the Monster

So after writing An Old Man Reads Creepypastas Creepypasta and Eliza Gets Real, I decided to see if I could write a third video-review-recurring-character-based creepypasta. This one isn’t really based on any specific video review show but I kinda have a trilogy now. Enjoy!

So this story is about a little project my sister and I worked on.

It began on a Friday night when, after a long week at work, I looked for something to help myself relax. I dug through my stacks and stacks of DVDs, most of them cheap ones I picked up at various charity shops. After going through them, I settled on Night of the Vampire Chipmunks, a movie I remember watching before and laughing at.

I watched it again, and laughed again, even making little comments to myself about the quality of the acting, writing and the vampire chipmunk puppets. It was the most fun I had had in a while, so much fun, in fact, I decided to do it all again the next day.

Then I made a video about it.

For so long I’ve watched various internet reviewers, and for so long I had considered making my own internet review, but it wasn’t until then I decided to bite the bullet. I got out my camera which I hadn’t used since last summer, and filmed myself sitting on my sofa, talking about the movie. After editing, so I could include some clips of the movie for context, I put it up online, just for fun, just to see if people would like it.

Well, someone certainly did.

I shared it with my sister Harriet when we chatted online on Sunday, and not only did she like my review, she wanted to be a part of it. She, and a creation of hers.

‘I think you should have a little sidekick on your show,’ she said as she doodled, ‘Like if you’re reviewing horror movies, it could be a little monster. Throughout the review, she adds her own little comments too and even pokes fun at you a couple of times.’ Harriet showed off her doodle – a furry female monster with devil horns, vampire fangs and a business suit. Always the creative one of the family.

‘She could be the monster who lived under your bed as a kid,’ Harriet explained. I sighed, remembering I did believe there was a monster under my bed when I was young. ‘She could appear and say something like, “He thinks he’s so brave watching all these horror movies, but I know he’s a big scaredy cat!”’ I laughed.  ‘I could voice her. Like in my spare time, I could record myself and send you what I recorded, and send you pictures of her to use, even do a bit of animation. I mean, don’t a load of your favourite review shows have characters that appear and talk to the reviewer?’

I looked around my room, reminding myself that another charity shop DVD purchase of mine was the Beauty and the Beast cartoon that “Old Man” character came from, and I actually bought a novelty foam lizard at the funfair because one appeared in a review show.

After looking through that big stack of DVDs of mine, I pulled out a movie we both remembered watching: The Ghouls from the Grave. Harriet didn’t watch as many terrible horror movies as I did, but she did know of quite a few. We spent the rest of the chat talking about the movie and writing the script together, thinking of what I and Harriet’s monster – who Harriet called Marcia – had to say.

The next afternoon, Harriet sent me plenty of voice clips and digital drawings, audio and visuals to bring Marcia the Monster to life. When I came back from work for the next couple of days, I worked on my next video review, watching Ghouls from the Grave again so I could add more observations, editing the video and animating Marcia, and soon it was ready to upload.

The video involved me sitting on my sofa talking about the movie, like the last video but unlike the last video, it would also cut away to Marcia every once in a while, as she gave commentary on both the movie and myself.

‘Today, we’re reviewing The Ghouls from the Grave!’ said I in the video, before it cut to Marcia, smiling a wicked smile. ‘Oh, how adorable,’ she said, her mouth the only part of her that moved. ‘You’re think you’re brave enough to watch a scary movie!’

‘Who are you?’ my video-self asked.

‘Don’t you remember me?’ she said, looking offended, before instantly switching to a more cynical pose, ‘I’m Marcia, I’m the monster that lived under your bed when you were a kid, remember? Remember how terrified you were of me?’

Marcia popped up throughout the review, tormenting and annoying the character I played. ‘The ghouls are so ugly and unpleasant to look at,’ I said in the video, and Marcia would act, ‘Pot to kettle.’

It was an experiment, and it worked. This video got more comments and likes than the previous, and while of most of the comments were about the movie itself and the commenter’s thoughts about it, there was also a lot of support for Marcia, with people saying they wanted to see more of her. So once again, Harriet and I brainstormed a video online during the weekend, with her creating new art and recording new clips. During this session, Harriet decided ‘Marcia’s a monster, she can do whatever she wants’, so we thought of something like The Genie from Aladdin where she would wear different outfits depending on what she said or the theme of the review. During the review for Dr. Depraved, she wore a doctor’s coat with a stethoscope around her neck as she commented on the film’s medical inaccuracies. Another film had a brief scene set in a circus, and Marcia instantly wore a barker’s striped jacket and straw hat, so she could say ‘Roll up, roll up, see the most grating show on Earth.’

There were people who watched our reviews to hear our thoughts on the movies, but a lot came for Marcia. Several comments we received were about how the viewers wanted more Marcia or quoting her or how they liked her latest outfit. We received a good amount of fanart of Marcia (when I had fanart, it almost always showed me with Marcia) and we even sold a few t-shirts with her visage.

Then came one video, where I reviewed The Treasure of the Dark Pit. We added in a little storyline where Marcia went off to look for treasure herself (Harriet admitted she wanted an excuse to draw Marcia in an archaeologist outfit, complete with pith helmet). Throughout the review, there are clips of Marcia exploring ruins and evading traps and the video ends with her finding the treasure and deciding to buy the series off my video-self, saying she could do better.

She was a monster, she could do whatever she wanted.

It was meant as a joke and the next video would ignore it, but several comments all asked the same question: “Next video, will Marcia review a movie by herself?”

I received those questions about the same time Harriet and I were to meet up for a cup of coffee, and as we sat on the table, we discussed the idea of Marcia having her own review. I admit all those comments gave me a little pang of jealousy, and I fully expected for Harriet to say something about how her character was more popular than mine, but...

‘No,’ she said, ‘I don’t think a review with just her would work. I mean, she’s the Del Boy to your Rodney, the Albert Steptoe to your Harold, I can’t really imagine you two working apart.’

‘Well, people seem to like her,’ I replied, ‘you should be proud.’

‘Oh, you’re not jealous, are you? I mean, she wasn’t in the first episode, and people liked that enough.’

‘I thought you said you couldn’t imagine us apart,’ I laughed.

‘Yeah, well, I also can’t really imagine a review with just Marcia that wouldn’t get old fast. I think she works better in small doses, and when interacting with you.’

‘Yeah, but if we have a review like this, I’ll let you pick the movie and write the script.’

‘Oh, I get it,’ Harriet replied with a smirk, ‘you want me to do all the work. Well…’

‘Look at these people,’ came a voice. Harriet’s voice, though it didn’t come from her mouth. ‘Actually debating if I deserve my own review. Well, I showed them.’

I looked behind me. No-one was in the coffee shop except me and Harriet, as if the mere sound of the pseudo-Harriet voice had made them vanish. I felt a cold wind slink through the room.

‘What’s…’

‘And to think this is my mother and uncle you’re watching.’

The door to the coffee shop had been replaced by what looked like a gigantic television screen, completely blank until the gigantic face of Marcia leaned in, looking like a young child admiring their ant farm. ‘Aren’t they adorable?’

She was no longer a 2-dimension cartoon character, now looking more like a mascot suit given life. When she opened her mouth to laugh, I saw actual teeth, actual gums, an actual forked tongue.

I stepped closer, trembling as I did, and all I could say was, ‘You’re not real.’

‘Great observation, Anton Ego,’ sneered Marcia, ‘but it’s wrong. I’m realer than you are. People watch the show to see me, not you.’

Harriet ran to the screen, pounding her fists against it. ‘Let us go!’

‘Why?’ laughed Marcia, ‘So you can get back to making your dull videos?’ In the blink of an eye, she was dressed as a chef, her horns poking through her large hat. ‘I’m giving the viewers a feast of fun, with you on the menu!’ As her outfit returned to her business suit, she continued, ‘Reviewing bad movies is too easy. I’m going to review humans instead. They have much more flaws.’

With a laugh, she walked away, leaving us trapped in the television in front of her sofa.

She was a monster. She could do whatever she wanted.

[cyclonesyndicate]

No Greater Love than to Lay My Life Down for a Friend || Chapter 1 Execution

It's a scene Le Treizième knows all too well. If the circumstances were different, they'd almost be impressed. From the marble under their feet to the sirens in the distance, every detail is the same- every detail of the fateful night they whisked the Mona Lisa itself away from the Louvre, escaping with nary a scratch. How asinine. They did it once. They could do it again, surely. Why, it even seems that Sly Tony has done the hard work for them; he's skipped the agonizing extraction of the Mona Lisa from its protective case and wrapped it in cloth already. Le Treizième leans down to look at the painting, ensure they've got the right item, and nods in satisfaction. Good. It's her. The same lady who hangs pride of place above her bath tub. This should be a breeze.

The call of a security guard catches their ear and they're off like a gunshot, claws clacking on the tile as the black cat weaves through the darkness. Guards are filing in from every passage, every entry available, but it's no problem for the bearer of Scaredy-Cat. The very air thrums around them as their eyes glow red and their power activates, fear itself pulsing out from their body and bouncing off every hard object in the Louvre. Some guards faint, others flee; those who are weak of heart drop dead, much to Le Treizième's displeasure. It's never enjoyable to kill. Not even once. But to stop and grieve would be to forfeit their own life, so they continue to run until there's nowhere left to run.

They ascend, instead. It's almost absurd how easily they do it. With practiced acrobatics and catlike grace, Le Treizième springs off a sculpture and off the walls, barely hampered by having to hold the Mona Lisa under one arm. Their only tools for the heist are a simple rope and hook, which has been flung through a glass window- and as a second wave of security guards run over the fallen bodies of their predecessors in hot pursuit, the master thief winks and hoists themself up the rope.

Another pulse of their power makes quick work of the guards on the ground floor, and then they're off, off again into the shadows. It's easy to fall into a false sense of security when watching it- like you're watching a heist from a movie, a scripted performance. Le Treizième is certainly competent enough to act the part. So competent that you forget this is meant to be an execution.

Until a moment passes. Until Le Treizième reaches a safe rooftop and heaves a sigh of relief, reaching to unwarp their prize once more. To gaze on the mysterious visage of the Mona Lisa and contemplate where in the house they should hang this one. But there is no woman smiling back at her-

It's a painting of Sly Tony. He has a gun.

And before Le Treizième can question the absurdity of it the painted gun fires a real bullet straight through the cat burglar's heart. It's an instant kill. The life fades from their crimson eyes as they slump to the floor, blood pooling under their twitching corpse.

It may have taken them longer than usual- but Le Treizième has joined their fallen peers at last.

[CYLISE CHASSELOIX HAS BEEN EXECUTED]

[kngboo]

@timid-plumber  cont  . . .

              “  you  think  you  can  run ,  luigi  ?   BWA  HA  !   let ‘ s  see  how  far  you  can  get  with  that  heavy  pack  on  y ‘ er  back !  ”     the  king  of  spirits  cackles  as  he  floats  closer ,   gem  alight  as  it  dares  to  challenge  the  poltergust  in  plumber ‘ s  hands .   various  frames  manifest  around  his  visage ,  all  like  trappings  for  various  attempts  to  coerce  luigi  into  a  similar  fate  of  e.gadd ‘ s  design .

             “  don ‘ t  be  so  shy !   c ‘ mon ,  scaredy  cat .   it ‘ s  time  for  a  family  portrait !  ”

[ladymortimer]

black cat, wizard, potion, pumpkin!

black cat: favorite urban legend?

That Japanese lady in the toilet with the blue and red cape, classic, or the angel’s mouth. I believe angel’s mouth is a dutch one to warn people of the dangers in the metro/train station.

wizard: do you believe in aliens?

fuck yea, the universe is big as fuck, there’s no way in hell our planet is the only one that has natural resources to live?

potion: favorite horror movie?

Recently I’m trying to watch more horror flicks bc I’m a scaredy cat and my bf is a big admirer. My faves are basic so that’s why, they’re “Repo! the genetic opera” (bc of childhood reasons) and “Battle Royale”. I also recommend “the Wailing” bc that was bloody brilliant! Would love to watch a film from the French New Extremity but maybe I’m not ready for that yet, the only french horror films I saw were “Grave” and “Les yeux sans visage”.

pumpkin: do you believe in ghosts?

Fuck yea, that would be awesome

Thanks for asking, pumpkin :3c

[starryburglar-archive]

DJ Info

Full name: Devon Joseph Lewis

Species: Human

Age: 20

Sexuality: Demisexual

FC(s): John Boyega ( Main ) || Donald Glover ( Alt )

NOTE: I am aware that neither of these men are Jamaican and, believe me, I have looked hard to find someone more appropriate for DJ since he isn’t just a black man, but also Jamaican. However, here’s the thing, most of the known Jamaican artists ( actors, musicians or otherwise ) are OLD, nowhere near the age range of a teen or young adult and cannot even pass for one like other celebrities. So... I have to settle with alternatives.

Bio: Devon Joseph, or DJ by basically everyone except his dear mother, is a lovable big guy who loves to cook and adores animals with all of his might. His muscles aren't just for show but he's more of the tender and softer side, and he can be quite the scaredy-cat at times. 

He used to be a competitor in the reality show Total Drama, having participated in its first three seasons: Total Drama Island, Total Drama Action and Total Drama World Tour. Needless to say that the experience has changed him... but not all for the best. He definitely doesn't want to return any time soon and his worst trauma was the animal curse during TDWT. However, despite all that, he made some amazing friends during the reality show and has managed to keep in touch with most of them.

Note: Follows canon events but also tends to diverge here and there.

[ MAIN || INBOX || HEADCANONS || VISAGE || MUSINGS ]

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V001: Known Teddy Bear

Default main verse, which is set post-TDWT. So basically it’s all stuff after the reality for which he doesn’t want to return to. DJ is living his normal life ( or well, as normal as it can be after becoming somewhat famous ) with his mother – still in Canada though.

V002: I Wanna Be Famous

Mid-show verse, which is basically for any interactions that happen between TDI, TDA and TDWT when DJ was a contestant.

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CONNECTIONS

Bridgette :: [ Star ]

:: DJ ♥ Nurturing and caring [ Bridgette ( vandbaerer ) ] ::

Hay Lin :: [ Star ]

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[devilthighs]

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