#Drag makeup lessons in schools

[daisystwistedgarden]

mornings in the pomefiore dorm are, well, interesting.

after the descruction of ramshackle dorm by the styx agents, you and grim are invited to spend the length of the repairs in one of pomefiore's spare rooms. it's a stunning dorm, truly, shining with jewel tones and elegant decor that sets it apart as the pinnacle of beauty amongst the others. but life continues on after yet another overblot, and with school to attend, you have plenty of mornings to experience the range of pomefiore's unique morning routines.

vil schoenheit wakes you up with the sun, insisting that a good day begins with a thorough and meticulous morning routine. you're dragged into his private bathroom and provided an herbal tea blend as he coaches you through a multi-layer skincare routine. your head is swimming as instructions and serums alike are given in his authoritative tone. is this a morning routine or a test? then it's off to yoga in his room as a face mask soaks into your tired skin. rinse, pat dry, then moisturize, all so your skin is prepped when he then guides you to his vanity. vil acts as though doing your makeup alongside his is such an inconvenience, yet refuses to let you wriggle out of this step-- as an honorary pomefiore resident, you will be as graceful and elegant as the rest of the dorm. you feel more awake (and much more sparkly) as you're brought downstairs to join the rest of the dorm for breakfast. a wide array of dishes catch your eye, all politely requested and passed between manicured hands as you consume the most dignified meal you've had in ages. grim is more than happy to shove various fruits down his greedy gullet as the morning progresses, but finds himself quite grumpy as he's forcibly wiped clean right after the meal is dismissed by a particularly demanding housewarden. the whole routine feels exhausting, and you wonder how vil brings himself to do it each and every day. but it's hard to argue with how energized and put together you feel by the end of the day, waltzing back to pomefiore when the day would have usually worn you ragged.

another morning, you're awoken by clinks and clanks somewhere downstairs, and a particular voice carries across the dorm that piques your curiousity. rook hunt is found in the kitchen, assisting some other pomefiore students with breakfast preparations. his face lights up as he sees you, and an energetic greeting from the frenchman makes you more exhausted than when you woke. he coaxes you into a seat at the edge of the kitchen for an impromptu lesson about the work ethic of pomefiore's finest, chattering as he hands you a mug of some warm tea. he's attentive to both you and the students around him. a student struggles with cutting open one of the fresh melons for breakfast and he swoops in to assist without complaint. the flex of his muscle underneath his nightclothes catches your eye as he uses a big knife to cut through the melon like butter, leaving everyone awestruck for just a moment before he continues on with the preparations like nothing had happened. grim makes his way downstairs as you and the vice housewarden are setting up the grand dining table, and you hear his groggy complaints as rook ushers you back upstairs to get ready for school. the hunter moves fast-- by the time you're done getting dressed and making yourself somewhat presentable, he's at your door once again, fully dressed with neatly applied makeup, welcoming you back downstairs with flourish. he oozes hospitality as he glides across the dining room back into the kitchen, effortlessly fixing place settings and touching up dishes as students begin to gather for breakfast. rook's across from you as the meal begins and flashes you a charming smile over his mug as he takes a sip. for such an oddball, he really is put together-- that is, until you squint to see a few freckles he didn't cover in all his hurrying this morning, visible only when he turns to ask vil how he slept. not so perfect, after all?

you don't realize how late it's gotten one morning, not until the door swings open and a panicked epel felmier begins shaking you awake. you hear something along the lines of "we overslept!" and "did ya even set an alarm, dummy?" in all your grogginess. grim begins to complain about the yelling, but hearing vil's sharp tone from somewhere in the hallway makes you sit straight up in a cold sweat. you and epel stare at each other with wide eyes for a few seconds. then it's a flurry of movement-- epel rushes out to get dressed, and you're yanking open the wardrobe to grab your wrinkled uniform you neglected to hang up the night before. epel had snuck in after lights out to complain about the endless rules at pomefiore with you, and the conversation lasted long enough that you both crawled into bed far too late to remember trivial things like "alarms" or "school". but now the consequence of that transgression rear its ugly head as you search frantically for your belt and grim's ribbon. you and epel nearly collide in the hallway once you're both halfway decent, and you tuck grim under your arm as the three of you book it to breakfast. vil's disappointed gaze watches you take your seat next to the first year. you're preparing for a scolding, but one never comes-- epel distracts the housewarden with a request to tutor you both for an upcoming potions exam. your supposed studiousness saves you a lecture, and epel playfully nudges your foot with his under the table.

[eddie-stinks-munson]

Can't Keep My Eyes Off Of You- Eddie Munson

Prompt: “Being unable to keep their eyes off of them”  Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 723 There are some femme characteristics but readers gender isn't otherwise specified, no y/n I told myself I'd write at least one fic before my vacation was over, this is it ---

Eddie Munson was a lot of things, but a star student wasn’t one of them. School was a drag, and he could scarcely find a reason to tune into whatever bullshit the teachers were spouting that day. 

Mrs. Clicks class was the most insufferable by far. The high pitch of her voice was grating, and she was constantly droning on about how “America is the greatest country by far.” 

“Sorry I’m late,” came a voice from the back of the class, in a tone that said they weren’t the least bit sorry, “I overslept.”

Eddie, who had been told time and again that subtly wasn’t his strong suit, whipped his head around. He’d know that voice anywhere, rough around the edges with a hidden softness in the center. That voice filled his dreams, both day and night. 

His eyes met yours, and there you stood, in the back of the classroom. A vision of complete and utter perfection. Black makeup smeared bored eyes, and a grin of cherry red lipstick. 

“Good of you to join us. Take your seat before you further interrupt my lesson.” Mrs. Click responded, with a timbre of disdain she reserved only for a special few students. 

You rolled your eyes and gave a half hearted, sarcastic salute before making your way to your desk. It was one row in front of Eddie, and just to his right. He sighed heavily as you sat down, paying attention was hard enough before. But now with you sitting right there, he found it impossible to even try and look at the board. 

Class was half over and Eddie spent the grand majority of that time either counting the droplets of rain racing down the window, or watching the way your face scrunched up in disgust anytime Mrs. Click voiced an outdated, and flat out incorrect opinion. 

At one point, she’d said something so absurd you turned around and looked at Eddie. Brows furrowed dramatically, as if to say, “can you fuckin believe her?” 

Eddie just rolled his eyes and shook his head. If he was being honest, he hadn’t even heard what Click said. He was too busy watching the way your cutoff Dead Kennedy’s t-shirt rode up when you stretched. 

Any time Eddie tried to look at anything else, you did something to bring his attention back to you. He was half convinced you were doing it on purpose at this point. Like the way you moved your sleep disheveled hair to the side, showing off the curve of your neck/ It was such unmitigated perfection. There was no way it wasn’t a calculated attempt on your part to distract him. 

You were fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, and Eddie was absently mirroring you when the bell ripped him from his reverie. When you got up from your desk, you looked at Eddie and smiled. 

He was so excited when you started walking towards him instead of the door he had to remind himself to breathe. By the time you got to him, his heart was hammering so loudly in his ears he stupidly worried he wouldn’t be able to hear what you were saying to him. 

“I can feel you staring, you know.” You said, trying but very clearly failing to suppress a smile. 

“Sorry, Sweetheart,” Eddie replied, more sheepishly than he intended, rubbing the back of his neck, hoping against hope that it would keep the blush he felt creeping up at bay. “Subtly isn’t my strong suit.” 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mused, playfully pushing his shoulder. 

“It’s a hard burden to bear, but someone’s gotta do it,” he said, as his face heated up like a goddamn furnace. He was red as the devil, and he knew it. 

“Shut up,” you laughed, then looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Want to skip second period? We can smoke in the woods, I’ll buy.” 

Eddie gently grabbed both sides of your face, looked you deeply in the eyes as his heart settled in his throat, and earnestly said, “If I EVER say no to that, I’m going to need you to kill me. Because I’ve obviously been replaced by a doppelgänger, and the real me is long dead and turning in his grave.”

[melodyanqel]

Fairness | w.hj & k.hn

summary: another little angel sees her father at work except she must learn a lesson.

pairing: husband!father!ha-joon x wife!mother!reader

genre/tags: fluff, established relationship, married couple, husband!father!ha-neul, jealousy, cuteness overload

wc: 900+ words

a/n: thank you @deardevilradio for this adorable idea and sorry that it took a while to create it lol. but i hope you and everyone enjoy pt 2 of heart stealer! <3

Today’s filming involves many actors and actresses on set, who act like the participants in the game and come together. 

Plus, another child comes to their father’s work. Ha-neul’s little girl, Kang Min-hee, was brought by his wife to visit him and you volunteered to help take care of her. You are not only a set designer but also a nanny. Min-hee is a lovely toddler and is starting school soon. Despite being much older, she likes to play with Hwa-young. 

“Appa!”

Min-hee’s sweet, high-pitched voice echoes through the studio when she sees Ha-neul talking to Si-wan. The people around her laughed because she was too adorable. Ha-neul smiles and waves at his daughter. The actor is dressed up as his character for the show and it’s amazing how Min-hee still recognizes him with long hair. 

You go into the studio and Hwa-young is in your arms. “Darling, appa has to work soon. Let’s go hang out together.” You tell the toddler kindly yet firmly because the atmosphere will change once the cameras are recording. Min-hee understands you and happily skips away from the room. You giggle at her silliness because she cares about playing with her toys, eating food, and giving hugs. 

Inside an empty makeup room is a mess. You aren’t complaining because Min-hee will clean up after herself and you know what to expect when having children around. There are coloring books, block sets, plushies, snacks to munch on, and blankets if anyone wants to nap. You came in prepared because you didn’t want them to get bored. 

Min-hee and Hwa-young enjoy being great friends while you are on the couch, going through your phone. Ha-joon is in a different room, practicing his lines, which is understandable because he is a perfectionist and never likes to mess up. Just you and the kids trying to pass the time. So far, it’s been a chill work day unless you get called by the design team to fix something like the paint of the dormitory or broken pieces of a set. 

After an hour of filming, the director lets everyone have a break. 

You hear the door opening all lively from the main cast members and your husband. You also got elated when you saw Sung-hoon because he came in after you arrived. Min-hee beams and springs up to run to Ha-neul. “Appa! Let’s pway!” Her pronunciations are still not perfect but she knows a lot of words. Ha-neul’s face brightens and he bends down to catch her in his arms. “Yes! Appa can join you!” He exclaims. Once letting go of his daughter, he stands up and she drags him to the spot. 

Hwa-young is doodling on a blank paper while the uncles and aunts gather around the little play zone. Ha-joon sits next to you and watches his baby do her thing. “How is it being a nanny?” He asked. You snickered because you weren’t expecting to have two jobs. You replied to your husband. “Fun. The girls are so cute when they share toys.” You’ve watched Min-hee help Hwa-young build a tower of blocks until it gets taller than them. 

Ha-joon smiles mirthfully. “That’s nice. I wish I could be in your position.” He makes a pout which has you giggling. You gently caress his head. “Well, the people love Jun-ho so it wouldn’t be the same if you get replaced.” You stated the truth because you’ve seen how the fans react to the character. Ha-joon leans his head against your hand and stares at you with endearment. He is loving your touch. “You’re right. I just need another five hours of filming.” Ha-joon groans quietly and digs his nose into your palm. “Aww~” You cooed and understood his exhaustion. 

“Wow, Hwa-young that’s a pretty sun.” Sung-hoon compliments the youngest child’s art—a splatter of yellow and spikes. 

Ha-neul looks over Min-hee’s head, who is sitting on his lap and drawing too. “So beautiful! I wonder if she got her skills from omma.” He compliments the art as well and gives you a smirk. The cast members laugh at your playful eye-rolling. 

Min-hee abruptly shoves her art to Ha-neul’s face. “Look, appa! Pweety?” She asked about her colorful flowers. He gingerly pushes the paper away and looks at it. “It is pretty. Omma would love it.” Ha-neul kindly comments. 

Byung-hun then noticed something. He saw Min-hee staring at Hwa-young with a hint of jealousy when Ha-neul complimented the baby’s sun drawing. Byung-hun tells everyone, “I think someone wanted appa’s attention because he said something nice about her friend.” His statement made them shocked.

Jung-jae raised his brows. “How so hyung?” He questioned.

Byung-hun chuckled before speaking. “I have two kids and my son would get jealous whenever his sister gets more attention. He thinks Min-jung and I favor his sister.” He explained in brief. The youngest of the cast, Yu-ri, smiles at Ha-neul. “Oppa, I believe Min-hee doesn’t like your compliment on Hwa-young.” Her response astounds the man 

Ha-neul turns Min-hee on his lap to face him and gives a small lecture. “Sweetie. Hwa-young is your friend and shouldn’t be upset if I say something nice to her. You both are amazing, but I don’t want you to think appa doesn’t love you. Okay?” He tries to make Min-hee comprehend the purpose of fairness. 

Like a pure yet smart child, she acknowledged by hugging his neck. Ha-neul takes Min-hee into a tighter hug and kisses her head. 

Baby Hwa-young looks up from her drawing to see the precious moment. She shifts her head to see her father has been here this whole time. She squealed which had the adults’ and toddler’s eyes on her. Hwa-young lifts her arms to Ha-joon. 

“Someone also needs her appa’s touch.” You tell the love of your life to grab the little one. Ha-joon laughs merrily and reaches over to Hwa-young. The man gathers his baby into comforting arms. 

Another thing Ha-joon hopes for Hwa-young is to not develop envy.

[actuallymoon]

Draco Headcanons pt.1

Draco has a surprising knack for housework. With his parents often preoccupied with their work, Draco found himself alone more often than not. During that time, he gravitated toward the house-elves, observing their every move with quiet fascination. Curiosity led him to occasionally join them in their tasks, and over time, he became quite skilled in them, something he kept well hidden.

As a child, Draco was very creative. His imagination knew no bounds, and he expressed it through painting, drawing, dancing, and even acting. Whenever his parents read him stories, he would illustrate the characters and display his drawings proudly in his room. He often roped the weary house-elves into acting out scenes from his favorite books, even designing costumes for the roles from his parents’ wardrobe.

Draco was also interested in sports from an early age, particularly in flying. Despite his parents’ offers to hire the best instructors, he insisted on teaching himself. For a time, he was also fascinated by gymnastics. Unfortunately, a group of older boys mocked him for pursuing what they deemed a "girly" sport, and his enthusiasm was quickly dampened.

Draco’s biggest challenge was his perfectionism. If he wasn’t immediately successful at something, he would often give up in frustration. This trait was evident when his parents signed him up for piano and violin lessons. Though he had the potential to excel, his initial struggles made him want to quit. It was only through his parents’ persistence that he continued practicing, eventually mastering both instruments.

At Hogwarts, Draco was often told that he resembled his father. However, his family and relatives saw that he was more similar to his mother, in both his appearance and mannerisms. His sharp features, the way he held himself, his dramatics and even his subtle gestures were all echoes of his mother.

Draco had a secret crush on Harry Potter throughout their school years, though he would have rather died than admit it. However, as he watched Harry marry Ginny after the war, his feelings began to fade, and he eventually found love with Astoria Greengrass.

Draco was a dramatic child, prone to grand gestures and emotional outbursts. This trait only intensified as he grew older. Whether it was his sharp wit or his tendency to make a scene, Draco’s dramatic nature was a core part of his identity.

Draco has a deep appreciation for drag shows and the artistry involved. He admires the bold fashion, the exaggerated makeup, and the sheer confidence of drag performers. However, despite his admiration, Draco himself prefers to stick to his formal, traditional style and wouldn’t dare to step out in anything less than his meticulously tailored robes.

While Draco doesn’t label himself as a vegetarian, he has a strong preference for plant-based foods.

Contrary to popular belief, Draco’s favorite color isn’t green but a rich, dark purple.

Despite his best efforts, Draco cannot grow a beard. The most he can manage are a few faint whiskers on his upper lip and a sparse scattering of hairs on his chin and jaw. As a result, he maintains a clean-shaven look.

When Draco became a father, he took on most of the childcare responsibilities, partly because Astoria’s health had declined, but mostly because he simply couldn’t bear to be away from Scorpius. The late-night feedings, diaper changes, and sleepless nights were all cherished moments for him. His love for his son was overwhelming, and he wouldn’t trade those precious, messy moments for anything.

Draco is obsessed with taking pictures of Scorpius. Even the smallest, most mundane moments like Scorpius sucking his thumb seem like picture-worthy events to him. He proudly shows off these photos to anyone who will look, beaming with pride at every picture of his son.

[prologue-ae]

| Jealous |

Masterlist//Previous//Next

Yoo Jimin x fem reader

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Text:

“Aww Darling it’s cute you think I’m Possesive over you”

“Aren’t you? Why do you have an issue with me being with Sakura then.?”

“It’s not possession it’s just being observant”

“So your trying to tell me your not Possesive your just..jealous?”

“Yah! Y/n-ah stop thinking like that just don’t get close to her alright baby.. I’ll text you later sweetheart”

“Wait what when did we agree to this? Yah unnie!”

Seen

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You look up from you phone and turn your head seeing that Karina and her friends have already walked off without you even noticing. Forgetting that Chaewon and Yunjin are still out for you, you foolishly let go of Sakura and scratch your head, resulting in you being pounced on by Chaewon and then being smacked by Yunjin.

You pout and push them off after they finished, before hearing a shout of ‘unnies’ and seeing kazuha walk over, you hum and smile saying “hi zuha” Kazuha smiles and hugs you before greeting the others and hugging them as they greet her. You ask her “did you get back from dance practice?” She nods.

You ask “did you see wonyoung unnie when you were walking back? I forgot to ask how long her cheer practice is” Kazuha shakes her head and says “last time I checked cheer practice finished like 30 minutes ago” you blink and tilt your head looking at the others confused. Yunjin asks “so why wouldn’t she come to find us?” Chaewon shrugs as Sakura says “Maybe she’s side tracked? Should we check for her” You nod and say “good idea”. The five of you walk to the football pitch in search of wonyoung, you see her bag on the bleachers but no sign of her You blink and call the others over saying “her bags here, unnie wouldn’t leave her expensive makeup” Chaewon snickers before agreeing. You blink as Sakura whispers “Look!” You all look down before seeing under the bleachers Wonyoung making out with Aeri, your eyes widen.

You whisper “wasn’t she with yujin like last week?!” Kazuha nods and says “I heard through the gossip vines of this school that she broke up with yujin and has been going around with people a lot” Sakuras eyes widen before the bell rings, you all walk to class

You mutter “but if she breaks up with aeri won’t there be issues? The mean girls and her and the popular ones especially because of yujin?” Chaewon nods and says “cheerleaders aren’t forgiving Y/n-ah”

Timeskip

You were walking out of your last lesson before jumping hearing a locker slam, it was where a crowd was, you blink going to see the commotion, you say Minjeong, Jimin and Yizhou around Wonyoung as Aeri stood to the side, looking somewhat upset? Another look of hers was satisfaction? You weren’t sure but all you knew was, Wonyoung was your friend hearing the word ‘whore’ said to her made you simply go into the circle. You blink as minjeong’s head flicks back giving you a dirty look as aeri screws you. Jimin looked back a bit surprised as Yizhou kept her glare on wonyoung. You say “jiminie leave her alone” you blink as Jimin steps back from her and goes to you. Minjeong’s eyes widen as Yizhou actually looks back now while aeri’s mouth goes agape slightly.

You blink as she whispers “why do you care huh baby?” You mutter “because that’s my friend” a light pink hue to your cheeks. Jimin smirks before whispering “she’s a whore and kissed a jock after kissing my friend” you mumble “don’t call her a whore!” While she smirked more. You blink as she grabs your hand dragging you away.

You mutter “why are you bullying my friend?” You say as Jimin pulls you into the janitors closet and looks down at you, she says “Because she cheated on mine?” You say “yeah! But they weren’t even together” Jimin says “ And?” You face palm

You blink as she says “if you kissed someone else I’d get mad too”

You mumble “that’s just cause your possessive” Jimin says “huh? Didn’t I tell you to quit calling me that” grabbing your waist as you squeak in surprise

A/N:IM GENUINELY SO SO SORRY THAT I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR LIKE A YEAR

Taglist: @love4kahei, @xen248, @aliceiwk, @yuyuy90

[theherosvillain]

Teach you a lesson (Angel arc part 1)

(Try Not To) Kill All Your Friends masterpost - Next: Part 2

Contains: kidnapping, captivity, torture, broken bones, restraints, forced to watch

The whole thing was absolutely ridiculous. If Ryker and his men didn’t come soon, Vale was going to kill all of them. They shouldn’t have even let this happen—they were professionals, for God’s sake. Vale couldn’t fathom how he and Phantom had been captured in the first place.

“Are you making any progress?” Vale asked, for what felt like the umpteenth time. He hated to repeat himself, but Phantom hadn’t updated him in a while.

Phantom made a face, staring up at the ceiling as he focused on the ropes restraining his hands. “Um, sort of,” he said. Vale sighed, and Phantom muttered, defensively, “Let’s see you untie knots with your mind.”

“Phantom.” Vale could really do without the attitude at the moment. It was bad enough that he’d been kidnapped, sitting on the floor of some concrete cell God knows where, but it was even worse that he had to rely on Phantom to get them out. The boy was talented, certainly, but Vale preferred not to put his skills to the test when both of their lives were potentially at risk. “Why don’t you untie me first?”

“Because I’m halfway done with mine already,” he retorted, hands shifting behind his back.

“Well, hurry up,” Vale snapped. Phantom fell silent, getting that teenagery, exasperated look on his face that said, Yeah, yeah, I’m on it already. Vale took a deep breath, flexing his wrists, already feeling the ache in his muscles. “I’m impressed,” he admitted, “that you’ve managed to stay calm during this.”

Phantom’s eyebrows flicked up, and he shrugged. “Well, this isn’t my first kidnapping.” He frowned, eyes roaming the ceiling as he thought. “Actually, it might be the … fourth?”

Vale frowned back at him. “Fourth?”

“Yeah, there was Amoret, and then … you,” he said, “and then that time with Oliveri, and now this. That makes four.”

“Ah.”

After a minute, Phantom spoke again. “Did you forget that you kidnapped me?”

The boy had always had a smart mouth; the question shouldn’t have surprised Vale. He sighed impatiently. “Phantom, this is hardly the time.”

“I’m just wondering,” Phantom said, “because how else would you lose track of something like—” He cut himself off, head swiveling toward the door. “Someone’s coming.”

Vale struggled to his feet and moved away from the door, watching it warily. Phantom joined him. Vale hoped whoever came in wouldn’t check the restraints.

The door opened, and a woman stepped through. She was wearing fitted combat fatigues with platform boots, her hair in loose curls around her shoulders, and her makeup was just slightly too gaudy to be tasteful. A handful of others spilled into the room after her, but they were all dressed in the same sort of plain black attire that Vale’s own men wore, which indicated that they were lackeys, not the ones in command.

The woman’s pink lips split into a slow grin as her eyes roved over Vale and Phantom. “Well, well, look at this,” she said. “The great Axton Vale, finally brought down low. How does it feel, hmm? I just want to get a baseline before I drag you down lower.”

Vale schooled his expression into one of annoyance and disdain, which wasn’t far from how he was actually feeling. “Who are you, and what do you want?” he asked flatly.

The woman cocked her head, resting a manicured fingernail on her chin. “You don’t remember me? Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. It was the worst day of my life, but for you—I’m sure that was just an average Tuesday for you, wasn’t it?”

Vale tried again. “Who are you working for?”

Her laugh was so high-pitched it would’ve made a dog whimper. “Oh, that’s rich,” she said, a broad grin spread across her face. “My name’s Danielle Angel, and I happen to be the one in charge here, honey.”

Oh, just perfect. Vale had not only been kidnapped, but kidnapped by some kind of living Barbie doll. He took a measured breath. “And what is it that you want with me?”

Her unnervingly white smile never wavered. “Weren’t you paying attention? I want to kick you off your high horse, Axton.”

He felt a twinge of irritation at the disrespect, but he managed not to show it. “Really?” he asked indignantly.

“Oh, absolutely,” said Angel. “And I think I’m going to start with …” She pointed a shiny pink nail to Vale’s right. “You!”

Phantom bristled, taking a step back, which put him right up against the wall. “I don’t think that’s—” Before he could finish, two of Angel’s men marched forward and grabbed him. The last man pulled Vale back by his shoulders.

Vale stumbled, struggling to keep his footing as he was dragged away from Phantom. “Leave him alone,” he said, keeping his voice steady.

“Sorry, Axton,” said Angel, “but you’re not the boss around here—you don’t get to make demands. Now, if you asked me nicely, I might consider leaving him alone, but otherwise …” She snapped her fingers, and one of her men drove his fist into Phantom’s stomach.

Phantom doubled over, wheezing. Vale surged forward, only for the henchman to yank him back, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his tied wrists. It shouldn’t have been enough to keep him restrained, but he just couldn’t get any damn leverage. “I said, leave him alone,” Vale snapped. The henchmen were twice Phantom’s size. With his hands tied like that, he didn’t stand a chance.

“You’re not a very good listener, are you, Axton?” Angel stood back with her hands clasped in front of her, watching her men rain punches down on Phantom. Vale set his jaw and watched.

Phantom put up a good fight, all things considered; Vale was proud of him for that. Each time he went down, he got back up, trying to ram the men with his shoulders. He tried to use his powers on them; that became clear when one of the men winced in pain, grabbing at his leg. Then the man struck Phantom across the head, dazing him. There was only so much Phantom could do with his powers when he couldn’t focus, and each injury was just another distraction.

Finally, Phantom collapsed on his knees, blood dripping from his nose. Vale watched him intently. Get up. Don’t just quit. Get back up. Phantom began to rise, but one of the men shoved him down by the shoulder, and he winced as his knees hit the floor. Angel laughed, flicking her gaze over to Vale. “He’s a fighter, isn’t he?” Then she sighed and tilted her head at her men. “I can’t help but feel, though, like you guys are going too easy on him.” Phantom’s shoulders stiffened. His eyes were glassy with barely-restrained tears. A single one traced down his cheek. “I think you should break his arm,” Angel said.

“No.” The word slipped out unbidden, barely a whisper. Vale pressed his lips shut.

It was too late. Angel’s head swiveled toward him, her ridiculous hair bouncing. “What was that, Axton?” she asked sweetly. He glared at her, refusing to give her the satisfaction. It didn’t matter; regardless, she wasn’t going to stop.

She watched Vale for a moment, then shrugged, turning her attention back to her men. “Well, go on, then,” she said, motioning them into action. “You can even untie his hands; won’t that be nice?”

The men yanked Phantom to his feet, and one of them pulled out a switchblade to saw away his restraints. Phantom winced as the ropes fell and blood trickled down his wrist. His face went white as two large hands gripped his forearm. “Please, don’t,” he breathed. His gaze flickered over to Vale, and then landed on Angel. “You’re—you’re trying to get at him, right? He doesn’t care. I promise, he—”

Angel sauntered forward and grabbed Phantom by the chin, her long nails digging into his jaw. She locked eyes with Vale. “That’s an interesting theory,” she said. “Let’s put it to the test, hmm?”

Vale wasn’t going to react. All Angel wanted was a reaction. She stepped back and signaled to her men. Phantom’s arm cracked down over the henchman’s knee.

“Stop!” Vale lurched forward, but a pair of hands held him back, fingers digging into his shoulders. Phantom’s knees buckled, and the henchmen held him up, one pair of hands under his armpits and the other still on his arm, hanging at an unnatural angle. The hand on his forearm squeezed. Phantom let out a choked noise that barely sounded human. “Stop, please!”

The room went quiet. Slowly, Angel turned to Vale, her face lit with a predatory grin. “Oh, that was delicious.” She stalked over to him, snapping her fingers, and Vale stumbled as the henchman released him. When he righted himself, he found Angel standing too close for comfort. He tilted his chin to look her in the eye. “All I wanted was for you to ask nicely,” she said, pouting. “Can you do that for me, sweetie?”

Vale clenched his jaw. For a moment, the room was quiet. The silence was broken by a single, strangled sob. Vale’s hands curled into fists. “Please, stop.”

“Oh, come on.” Angel’s finger traced down his jaw. His muscles rippled with involuntary repulsion. “You can do better than that. Get on your knees.”

Vale swallowed. From behind Angel, he heard a flinching sort of noise, anticipating pain. Slowly, Vale sank down.

As he looked up at Angel, he imagined himself plunging a knife into her chest, slitting her throat, carving that smug grin off her face. But the thoughts didn’t change his reality. She gently tilted his chin up. “Now ask nicely,” she whispered.

“Please. Stop hurting him.”

For a long moment, Angel gazed down at him, drinking in the sight. This wasn’t going to help. She wasn’t going to stop.

Then, suddenly, she ruffled Vale’s hair and straightened up. “Was that so hard?” She snapped her fingers, and her men stepped away from Phantom. “I think that’s enough for now. Let’s leave them alone for a little while.” Vale stared, open-mouthed, as Angel sashayed out of the room with her men, locking the door behind her.

-

“I can try to untie you, if you want.”

It was the first time Phantom had spoken in hours. Vale looked up to see him slumped against the wall on the other side of the cell, right where he’d collapsed when Angel left. There were bruises on his face, a crust of blood beneath his nose, and his arm was arranged carefully in his lap. “Your arm is broken,” Vale said, feeling as though it was a redundant observation.

Phantom shrugged one shoulder, his face expressionless. His cheeks were tacky with dried tears. “My other arm isn’t.”

Vale wasn’t sure it would stay that way if Angel found out about this, but his hands had gone numb a while ago, and he suspected they would both be better off if Vale had his hands free. He crossed the cell and sat with his back to Phantom. He exhaled slowly as the boy started tugging at the ropes.

They didn’t need to talk. Vale had always preferred silence. But for some reason the quiet was poking at him now, like an errant feather out of a down pillow. “I could have ended it sooner.”

Phantom’s fingers went still. “What?”

 “All she wanted was …” Vale took a deep breath, forcing away the memory of his knees hitting the ground, of her nails under his chin. “I could have given it to her. I just …” Didn’t think it would help. Didn’t want to give in. Thought that you could handle it.

This was exactly the type of situation Phantom had been trained for. He’d been through the same interrogation and captivity trainings that all of Vale’s men went through. This wasn’t even the worst he’d been injured in recent memory; he had collected more than his fair share of scars. But this was the first time that Vale might have prevented it. There was no reason he should have wanted to, given Phantom’s role. Some people had taken to calling him Vale’s guard dog. Vale thought it was a crass moniker, but he had to admit it was fitting. A guard dog did the protecting; it didn’t need to be protected.

“Is this your way of apologizing?”

Vale bit back the instinct to chide Phantom’s tone. “I suppose so,” he said slowly.

Phantom silently picked at the knot. “It’s not your fault,” he said. “It was a power play. You couldn’t have known she’d actually stop.”

Vale’s shoulders relaxed as much as the restraints allowed. “That was my thought, yes.”

Phantom paused. After a long time, he spoke in a quiet voice. “Now that you know, though …” He left the sentence unfinished.

“We’re going to get out of here before that happens again.”

“Right.”

There was a world of uncertainty in that single word. Vale decided that silence was best.

-

Title credits: Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy

Tag list: @toyybox

[kaytheday]

Her Mother's Perfect Daughter - Beverly Jitney Bush

This fic is inspired by a post from @staygoldsunsets. Post Link Here! A03 Link Here!

Beverly had always been her mother’s perfect daughter. Shining teeth, straight hair, and a graceful poise that come from a lifetime of private dance lessons that her mother has insisted on since she was two. Sometimes Beverly feels like kicking and screaming at the mere thought of another dance class… not that her mother cares. She can still hear her mothers voice in her head. Good girls don’t kick and they don’t scream. They smile and they go about their day. 

Beverly had since made peace with the dance classes and the diets and the makeup and the expectations and the little perfectionism’s her mother has instilled into her. Because making peace with those things is better than not doing them and risk showing the ugly hateful parts of herself. Dancing, doing her hair perfectly, getting good grades, and dressing cute is usually enough to make people look over all the imperfections that her mother would catch. 

Beverly can still remember the first time her mothers impossibly perfect expectations were made known to her. It was back in grade school, when dancing was still fun and Bev was too young for diet pills. Her best friend in the whole world was another little girl named Ace. They would spend recess wrestling and playing make believe. She would come home with grass stains on her knees and ratty blonde hair but despite her mothers incessant nagging, it was worth it. 

There was usually twenty minutes after school where Bev would wait for her nanny to get there. Often, Ace would stay too and the girls would play together. Beverly never asked, but she knew Ace didn’t have a nanny and she just didn't want to go home. This was before they were greasers or socs. Back when kids were just kids and Beverly was carefree with love in her heart. 

There was one day where the nanny got sick and Beverly’s mother came to pick her up. It was the first day all year that her mother had come to the school. Bev was excited to show off her new friend, not even noticing how her mothers nose turned up in disgust and she let out a huff. 

It was on the car ride home that Beverly got a wake up call. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been playing with that girl! Is this why your hair is all messed up after school every day? You are not allowed to play with that filthy greaser anymore! You’ll make our family look bad and you don’t want to do that, do you Bev?” 

So that’s exactly what Beverly did. She listened to her mother and stopped playing with that ‘filthy greaser’. Instead, opting for the other well dressed little girls with respectable parents and straight hair. 

Good daughters must listen to their mothers. Isn’t that something her father used to say? Good girls listen to their mothers. Listen to yours, she knows what she's talking about. So she does. Beverly does everything her mother says… sometimes even more. 

This includes the dancing and the diet pills and the special shampoo and the country clubs and French language classes and learning how to talk to her parents' friends. It also includes the parts that her mother has sworn her to secrecy about. Like the time she ate too much at a church dinner and her mother forced her to throw up in the bathroom so she could fit into her church dress later. A finger deftly swiping down her throat as she gagged on her knees in the stall. Good girls don’t eat that much at a church dinner. See how they’re all looking at you? You don’t want to be a cow, do you Bev?

It’s not that she doesn’t like going to events with her parents and talking to her parents' friends. It’s just… it's not so much talking as showing off. Her parents drag her around to show off to their friends. Here is our pride and joy, our beautiful daughter, Beverly. Sometimes it feels like she’s nothing more than a show pony, a prize to be won. Not a person, just a face. A face that her mother has carefully constructed to be what people should see. Beverly is her mothers perfect daughter. 

The only real problem is that she shouldn’t hate it. Beverly knows she’s pretty, with good teeth and hair and she has great manners and good grades. There are a lot of good things about her. So she shouldn’t hate what makes her mother seem so happy and her father seem so proud. At the very least, it gets her mother to stop nagging her. So she tries not to hate that her life has become a constant showcase but she’ll be a glorified show-pony as long as it keeps those bitter parts of herself hidden. Under the surface there is this shameful fear that she is constantly in danger of losing control because of how wild and angry she is. This resentment fills her like a boiling pot. But even a pot as pretty as Beverly is bound to boil over. She just never knows when, and that scares her. 

“Y-You’re so… You’re so… m-manipulative!” The girl looks proud of herself for finding that word. Bev takes another drag on her cigarette as she stares at the girl who more than anything wants to be in their little soc group. But Beverly just cocks her head and smiles, a little thrill going through her at the thought of what comes next. This one is going to sting.

“How long did it take you to sound out that word in the mirror this morning? Probably longer than it took you to do that hair, terrible.” Bev laughs while the girl gasps and turns to run away, tears filling up her eyes. Beverly may be her mothers perfect daughter, but that doesn’t mean she has to be nice about it and she’s definitely not below making fun of a kid with a stutter. Not with the instant satisfaction it gives her.

“You could have just told her no.” Marcia says from her side, taking a drag on Beverly’s cigarette. 

“Yeah, I could have, but where’s the fun in that?” What Marcia doesn’t know is that those little comments contain everything that Beverly can never say. It’s the terrible thing inside her that makes her say it. Ruthless cruel things that will ensure her place in the school's social hierarchy. Beverly knows exactly where she stands and nobody can knock her down. 

Saying little things like those give her a release that is beyond any comprehension. One that she could never talk to any of her friends about. It’s these shots of malice and occasionally beating up on greasers with her boyfriend that give Beverly relief better than any kind of substance. It hits a sick sort of sweet spot, one that Marcia and Cherry have given her too many weird looks for. But they don’t know how it feels. They could never understand the pressure she’s under. The pressure to be perfect. To be everything. 

She can still remember the first time her fist cracked against the cheek bone of a greaser who was dumb enough to be on the wrong side of town. Brill and their friends had plans to go to the lake for the day when they caught the guy on the side of the road. They had pulled over and the boys had jumped out of the car. Beverly found herself following them, despite Marcia and Cherry’s protests that they all get back in the car. 

Beverly had just watched with sick satisfaction as they boys hit each other, wishing more than anything that she could join the fight. Maybe in another life, one that her mother wasn’t a part of, she was a boxer instead of a dancer. Then, when they had the greaser down, Brill offered her the last punch. She could hardly stop herself from nodding, a twisted smile on her face. And so she’d done it, with as much power as those boys, her rings leaving indents in the boy's face. 

Then they’d been off to the lake, not looking back. Beverly spent the rest of the day pretending that the whole ordeal hadn’t made her feel some sort of sick relief. 

It was because of this pressure to be everything all the time, that violence and her venomous words became her only outlet. Underneath all this pressure to uphold their families public image was a deep resentment towards her mother for making her care so much about what people thought. 

She could only imagine if her mother found out about the feelings that her perfect daughter had bubbling underneath the surface constantly. It would probably be like the time she’d bobbed her hair. As soon as she’d come home, her mother had slapped her clean across the face, yelling that they were supposed to be respectable people. That Beverly was not to be modeling herself after those spinsters who were chanting for women's lib and going braless in the street. They were a respectable family and Beverly was going to ruin all of it for a haircut. How selfish. She’d gone to bed without dinner for a week which her mother claimed was a good thing anyway. The crime? Attempting to ruin her families' perfect image. 

Anyone who says that greasers have it worse than socs have obviously never met Beverly's mother and her impossible expectations. 

Beverly is her mothers perfect daughter. Truly the pride of the West Side. 

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

What do you think Boyd's characters grades were like in school? And also what cliques would they be part of?

Steve Murphy: Oh Steve was absolutely a diligent and attentive student! He got good grades, participated in more than a few extracurriculars, and did a year as an offensive lineman for his high school’s (very mediocre) team. Because of this, he mostly hung out in circles peripheral to the jocks, but he was a little too serious for most of them.

Donald Pierce: Pierce got excellent grades in the subjects he cared about!! He was his physic teacher’s all-time favorite student! His English teacher loaned him ARC books from her own library! His US Gov teacher assumed he was a total burnout, and Ms. Travis who taught Spanish thought he was a giant pain in the ass. He wasn’t really part of any cliques - he was a bit of a loner, with one or two close female friends he gravitated towards. In a different life, he could’ve been extremely happy with the theater kids (they match his dramatic energy!).

Cap Hatfield: He doesn’t do *great* in school, but he tries hard and his teachers find him extremely endearing and tend to give him extra credit assignments to boost his grades a little. He’s not much of a goth himself, but for some reason that’s the crowd he tends to spend most of his time with.

Clement Mansell: Clement skips class a lot, forgets about projects until the last minute, and zones in and out during lessons, but despite this he gets surprisingly decent grades! He’s pretty smart, and he’s also good at charming teachers into cutting him some slack when he needs it. He’s kind of a floater – he hangs around the stoners and band kids, and he’s also got a couple jock friends.

The Corinthian: The Corinthian is a solid B- student. He wants to please his professors, he just isn’t always good at it. And he tends to get distracted with cute boys in his classes. He divides his time fairly evenly between the popular kids and the goths.

Eli Klaber: Klaber scrapes by with C’s. His clique is the theater kids! He kind of stumbles upon them a little starry-eyed, amazed by how colorful and queer they all are, and then gets dragged into theater himself. (He’s in the tech crew, but absolutely tries on the costumes and stage makeup too.)

Ty Shaw: Ty gets mostly B’s and C’s. He doesn’t take school too seriously, but he doesn’t blow it off, either. He hangs out with a wide assortment of groups: jocks, theater kids, stoners. He’s popular by default, although he might not be super aware of it.

Quinn McKenna: Quinn gets solid grades. His best subject was math, his worst was English. Unlike Pierce, he still tries in all of his classes, it just… doesn’t always help! He’s on the wrestling team, and he also did rugby for a year. He’s not super sociable, but he’s got some friends with the jocks and a few in the high-achiever crowd.

[spaceagesparkledust]

Makeups Your Doctor Who (Random Doctor Who Headcanons)

It’s Rose and her drug store mascara against the world. Girl is prepared

Jack and Nine get a kick out of watching Rose do her makeup routine. Every time. I don’t think Nine pays any attention to Rose putting it on until Jack comes around. Sure he always thinks she looks pretty but Jack’s the one who’ll come in Rose’s room while she does her makeup and keep her entertained. (Nine likes to be surprised)

Rose and Jack do each other’s nails. 

They convince Nine to let them paint his nails once. (Black, like his soul. ) Coincidentally, this is their first official TARDIS flying lesson. He can’t fly with wet hands after all. 

Rose eventually does Nine’s mascara, and eyeliner because she needs to know how goth he’s going to look in eyeliner and a leather jacket. The answer is incredibly goth. Nine spends a good ten minutes looking in the mirror, which is a new record considering he never looks in the mirror. 

River isn’t allowed to leave her lipstick lying around because Eleven will pick it up thinking it’s normal and then start having hallucinations.

One doesn’t understand Earth makeup trends. At all. They’re just so different from Galifrey. 

I think he tells Susan that she’s very pretty without it and she’s like “that’s very nice grandfather” while flipping through a magazine. 

She gets all her makeup ideas from watching her classmates. Also advice from barbara! 

One sits in on these Barbara sessions sometimes to learn. They offer to teach him but he prefers watching. 

I think eventually Susan manages to convince him to let her try it on him. It happens once and they never get to again. 

Before really trying to acclimate to school, Susan’s makeup skills were never period or place accurate.

Susan Foreman bringing you the hottest looks from Galifrey and planets 3000 years in the future.

Lets all his surrogate granddaughters use Susan’s old makeup she left on the TARDIS

Six and Peri, like with everything else, fight about makeup 

Six does enjoy makeup but i don’t think he ever puts on anything super elaborate because his coat does all the work for him 

He has a surprisingly good grasp on what colors work together and what clashes 

Buys makeup for his companions and keeps it stashed on the Tardis. Does not tell Peri. He’ll just put it somewhere obvious and make hinting comments until she notices. And then gets upset when she thanks the TARDIS and not him.

 WILL tell Peri if her makeup clashes or is the wrong shade

Uses his own arm as a tester swatch 

Four does Sarah’s makeup once

She gets poked in the face/eye a lot. He tells her to stop moving. 

It doesn’t look bad. But it also….doesn’t look good. Harry spends five minutes trying to compliment it before Sarah tells him to give it a rest.

Jo is very good at makeup and has given the Doctor a thorough explanation of makeup trends while they’ve been captured. The Doctor knows more than he’s ever wanted to know about makeup. which is good for getting Jo a Christmas present. 

Both Two and Ten try to make their own makeup….to varying results 

Two tries to replicate Victorian style makeup for Victoria but better ™ 

To keep it secret he tests it on himself and Jamie and Jamie is horribly allergic to one of the ingredients 

Victoria is very happy about it

Zoe tries to make improvements on it when she’s around. Mostly so Jamie doesn’t die

Many many many years later Amy finds it and tries it on. And it looks very nice on her but to her and Eleven’s panic the long lasting makeup effects are uh….very long lasting and don't wear off for weeks.

Ten gets dragged to a makeup shop with Donna and is very very very bored 

He insists that he can make something better than anything Donna’s buying. So he tries.

Its not bad honestly. Fairly decent, the colors look great on Donna. Its even eco-friendly.

Donna jokes that they should have their own makeup line which is a business venture they try for 0.2 seconds before it backfires horribly and wind up running from an evil space CEO.

15 and Ruby routinely do nails together as a means of decompressing

15 is Ruby’s hype person while she does her makeup, that jukebox is turned allll the way up

15 really likes period-accurate makeup and will find any excuse bust out a vintage collection of makeups he’s picked up at some point. Really good at it too. (this is definitely a result of Rose-Uncle Doctor bonding time)

They visit Space Sephora so Ruby can pick up things for her mates and her family

Eleven compliments Clara’s makeup quite often. Every time Clara changes her makeup Twelve acts like he’s never seen her before in his life. 

He doesn’t understand why Clara likes eyeliner because her eyes get even bigger somehow. 

Twelve narrates Clara’s makeup routine like a nature documentary. It annoys her at first but then she finds it endearing and alerts him every time she’s about to fix her makeup.

Twelve's not big on makeup himself but he does rock glam makeup.

[randomsmutty]

MMM DADDY - Jennie Kim

POV: You're the nerd of your school. Perfect grades and scores, rich parents and all the luxuries one needs, but no one seems to mind you. All the girls of your school seem to fall only for the craggy broke boys. You feel lonely all the time since people use you only for their homework. ---

"Another day at school...yet no friends" you think to yourself as you walk down the hallway to your class. You see girls flirting with the 'popular' guys. Suddenly, you see your crush, Jennie Kim walking the other way. She's the most popular girl, but notoriously rude and a bully. She gets in trouble all the time for either punching someone in the face or peeing into someone's locker for revenge. But she's a hot bully. Today, she was wearing a tight dress with her long hair down!

"I wish I could make her my girlfriend" you say to yourself. But Jennie heard it! She turns back to glare at you. You feel intimidated by her presence but your dick slowly starts getting hard looking at her. She notices your erection. She walks briskly towards you and grabs your crotch. You let out a yelp. Luckily, the hallway was almost empty.

The class bell rings. "Sorry but I really have to go to class right now!" you say to Jennie. But she gives a sly laugh and says, "Oh shut up you nerd. I don't care. Come with me right now". You are filled with anxiety of missing your class but excited to finally hit up with THE Jennie Kim. She drags you to the restrooms and locks into a stall.

You hesitantly remove the zipper of your jeans, but she was impatient. She yanks down everything and licks your dick. You let out a groan. She signals you to stop. She gets down on her knees and starts sucking and stroking your dick. You start moaning and she does it even faster. Unable to control yourself you blast your cum all over her face and her dress. "This dress cost me $250 dollars you sick fuck!" she yells but you find it hot. She then licks your cum off her lips and smirks. She says, "I'll be waiting for you at my home after school" and starts cleaning herself up. She puts on her makeup and goes out. You feel dazed by her.

You scurry to your class. The teacher is surprised to see you coming late. She asks you why you're late. You feel hesitant to lie but you end up saying that you felt sick. The teacher excuses you and you take your seat in the class. You couldn't concentrate on the lesson as your mind wanders off to Jennie and how you're gonna manage to go to her home in the evening.

School ends you start walking out the door. Suddenly Jennie walks past you and slips a piece of paper in your hand. You read what's written on the paper. The paper had her address and a line- "I'm waiting for you babe." You feel more elated and excited. You immediately put the paper in your pocket and walk ahead. You see your mom waiting in outside the school in her Porsche. She was crying. You get in and enquire what happened. Your mom replies, "Your great aunt has died. We're going to her funeral." You are shocked, not at your aunt's death but the fact that you're gonna miss Jennie. You quickly reply that you're going to study at a friend's house in the evening for the next day's test. Your mom disagrees at first, but she finally lets you go. You feel better now.

Your mom drops you off at your home and she leaves for the funeral. You quickly get in, change your clothes and take a few condoms from your dad's cupboard. You drive your Mercedes all the way to her house in a hurry. You finally reach her home, unable to wait, you run in. It was a huge mansion with chandeliers and expensive marble flooring. There she was! Right in front of you! She was wearing a bikini, laying down on the couch. You close the door behind you, and you walk towards her, enchanted by her beautiful body.

You sit on the couch next to her, and she climbs up your lap. She starts rubbing against your thighs slowly. You could feel her wet pussy on your thighs and you start kissing her. You enjoy every moment of her soft lovely lips against yours and you start getting an erection. You lay her down and remove her panties. "Damnn...", you think to yourself. You start licking and sucking her down there and she starts moaning loudly. Within a few minutes, she starts writhing up and down with pleasure and finally squirts all over your face. You taste her sweet nectar. You go up to her big, soft boobs and massage them. She looked so beautiful in that state.

Both of you undress completely. You lie down and Jennie sits on your face. She starts rubbing her soft, pink pussy up and down your face. You lick her occasionally and she moans every time. She gives you a naughty look, positions her pussy over your face and pisses all over your face. Ah! The "hot, golden shower from your pussy is divine", you say to her for which she gives out a giggle. You lick her clean after she's done relieving herself on you.

You take out the condom you brought and put it on. Jennie looks surprised. She never expected full blown sex. She says to you, "I never thought I would have my virginity taken by a hot nerdy guy like you. Throw away the condom. Let's make it raw!" You agree to her and throw it away.

Jennie lies down flat and you go on top of her. As you insert you dick, she starts screaming. Soon, you start moving in and out slowly. Jennie screams out in pain but she slowly starts enjoying it. Tears roll down her face with moans and groans and you start going more faster. She starts moaning so loudly and screams "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" You scream the say thing. It starts going very intensely and finally, a huge load of cum blasts into her. Sweat rolls down your brow. Jennie takes huge breaths while looking dreamily at you. She stands up with all your cum dripping out of her vagina and kisses you deeply once more.

You both get into the shower and kiss each other even more. Your phone rings and it was your mother. She tells you to come back home. You both dress up and you say goodbye to each other. You drive back home, still in ecstasy from the experience. ------------------

[ryuwonieebae]

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔(김민규)

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ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛғᴇʟᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ?

One-shot, Imagines

Genre : Fluff

Warning : Swearing

Pairing : Kim Mingyu x nerd!female reader

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚? 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟?

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Adjusting your glasses, you continued doing your homework despite the loud screams of the fangirls who were fangirling over Kim Mingyu, the campus heartthrob and the playboy. Well, his visuals were not a joke. He was literally dead gorgeous. Everybody loved and adored him except for you. 'Can't they just keep quiet. It's not like he's a celebrity', you thought to yourself while side-eyeing the crowd. You hated the fact that the girls were fangirling over a famous heartbreaker. You just sighed heavily & shook your head in disbelief.

Not before long, professor arrived and started his lesson. You were the smartest kid in class so literally everything your professor taught was easy for you except this time. This lesson is hard for you unexpected and you were now stuck in a question for minutes. You had the habit of pouting and scrunching your nose when fully focused on doing something and now you're doing the same thing whilst trying to figure out the answer. Sighing while putting your pen down, your eyes wandered around the class only to meet Mingyu's bewitching eyes. Suddenly, you felt that something new and endearing arose in you. Your cheeks heated up while you looked away. 'Wait! What is happening to me?', you said to yourself and cupped your cheeks.

MEANWHILE

Mingyu pov

I chuckled seeing her cute habit when doing her work. She looked so cute that I just can't stop staring at her. Then, her eyes wandered around and eventually they met mine. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red and hers too. 'Wait.. Is she blushing? 'I giggled to myself seeing her reaction. Uhh.. I'm so in love with her. What did you did to me y/n-aa. I swear that I will change for you. Only you. I just hope you don't hate me.

Back to your pov

Other than a group of 5 students, you were still sitting in your class all by yourself. You took out your lunchbox which you brought from home and started eating your lunch. Just after one bite, someone pushed you lunch box so hard that you had a mini heart attack for a second. You turned up to look at the person only to see girl, with loads of makeup which made to look like a clown and you felt like puking after seeing her face. You also noticed that she looked angry? "Why d-" before you could finish your sentence the girl started shouting at you like maniac. "You bi**h! Stay away from my boyfriend. He's mine only. I love him and he loves me. So stop being a third wheel got it! " saying that she went away like nothing happened after slamming the table hard making you flinch so hard. You just sat there blankly. A million thoughts were thoughts were flooding you mind. You were still confused about what happened just now. You saw the food scattered all over the floor. Without any choice, you started cleaning the place.

Just then, Mingyu entered the class with his friends . His eyes fell on you, who was cleaning the floor and looked at you confused. So he asked one of his friend to ask you what happened but of course you came with an excuse. Mingyu just couldn't believe you since your so bad at lying. The group of students who were sitting there earlier and saw the whole scene just now noticed that Mingyu was still demanding to know what happened. So one of them went up to him and told him every single thing and now of course Mingyu was furious. He clenched his jaw in anger and tried to control his anger but failed.

TIME SKIP

After a few lessons, it was finally the free period. You decided to go to your school's library. As you were walking, someone suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you somewhere. It looked like Mingyu from behind. Was it him? While you were still confused, he has already dragged you to the basketball court. "Mingyu!? Why are we here!?". "Just shut up and stop asking questions!", Mingyu said while still holding your hands. 'Ok dude but that was harsh though' you thought to yourself. Just then you saw the girl that bullied you earlier coming towards you and Mingyu. "Oppa..Why are you holding this hideous nerd's hands!? You can hold my gorgeous hands thou-", before she could finish her sentence Mingyu slapped her, maybe too hard because she fell with a loud thud. All the students there looked at the scene and started laughing. "You have no rights to bully y/n or call her using names! I swear to god, if I see you bullying y/n, I'm gonna punch your clown face! Got it?!", Mingyu warned the girl with a deadly glare while you were still standing there speechless and dumbfounded. "(to y/n)And you, try to stand up for yourself!..(to the others)And also from now on if someone dares to do something to my y/n, I'm gonna fu***ng kick your a**! She's mine and I love her, got it!?!", He said shouting looking at you first then the other students who were present there. They were stunned, like you as well. Suddenly, Mingyu held your hands softly and confessed that he loves you. "Why should I believe you? You're the playboy who breaks girls' hearts and I'm sure that you're playing with me..", you said yanking his hands before walking away with a heavy heart while Mingyu looked at you hopelessly.

TIME SKIP

It has been a few months since the incident and after that, you're no longer the same person. You became brave and always stood up for yourself when you were bullied. Everything about you changed except for your feelings. Your feelings towards Mingyu... You saw how much he also had changed just for you and now you wanted to give him a chance.

You were now waiting for Mingyu to finish his dance lesson. Not before long, you saw him walking out of the dance room with his friends. You went towards him and "Mingyu..I need to talk to you privately. Follow me now", you said with a serious tone. Mingyu gulped at your serious tone and followed you like a lost puppy.

Both of you were in an empty classroom now. No one was talking and the environment was getting awkward until you decided to break it. "I love you, Mingyu", you let out with a deep sigh straightforwardly. Mingyu looked dumbfounded at your sudden confession. Being dissatisfied with his reaction, you pulled him by his collar and kissed him. It was only a few second's kiss and you pulled out quickly. Since Mingyu is Mingyu, he was disappointed because of the quick kiss, so he grabbed your hips and pinned you against the wall, and smashed his lips on yours. You smiled and kissed him back slowly. Your hands ran through his hair while he slid his hands around your waist pulling you closer. After a while, you both pulled away leaving you both breathless. "I love you", Mingyu and you said at the same making you both giggle at each other. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise you will never regret it, darling", Mingyu said and hugged you tightly like there's no tomorrow...

"𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜"

~THE END~

A/n : This imagine is purely based on my imagination only. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. Thank you for supporting me. It means a lot for me.. Thanks to my besties too<3...

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I told myself i wanted to list out all of my major accomplishments this year to build some confidence in myself and drown out that little voice that always tells me i’m not good enough— It’s been a hard fucking year with a bitter end, but I have hope that after I move & recover from top surgery, my life will be better than ever. I dedicated this entire year to setting myself up for success, and I intend to reap the rewards, and continue to grow and change for the better in the new year. Without further adieu, this year I—

Performed at Full Spin (twice!!)

Headlined alongside a RPDR queen on tour (on my birthday!!)

Got to perform during halftime at a wrestling show

Performed at a sold out show at Paradise Rock Club, one of my favorite venues (on my drag birthday!)

Performed at House of Blues for another sold out show

Performed at my first brunch (and made the most money I’ve ever made in drag)

Was the special guest at the open stage I started out on

Debuted in a new city for the first time, and did my makeup ON THE TRAIN for it!

Hosted and produced my last college drag show

Survived my first pride as a drag performer

Learned some Taylor Swift & had a blast going out of my comfort zone and performing at a Speak Now show

Performed at a total of 19 different shows this year, and served cunt at every fucking one!!!

Had work accepted into a VHS-themed gallery, and got to put some of my digital drag on tape!! (i've always wanted to do that!!)

Made dozens of new friends, and grew so much closer with old ones. I’ve seriously felt so supported and surrounded by love from my friends this year.

Opened up to my mom about my gender identity and life as a drag performer, to an incredibly warm & supportive response

Got to have my brother see me perform in drag, & met his girlfriend!!

Was called “son” by both my parents for the first time

Bulked up my wardrobe with new costumes, wigs, shoes, and materials

Upped my personal style game outside of drag, (was told that “i’m giving everything I want to give, in and out of drag”)

Marie Kondo’ed my things, and got rid of anything that no longer served me

Invested in my comfort, bought a new bed, bed frame, and bedding, as well as comfortable shoes and a vanity setup

Legally changed my name, and updated my drivers license, SSC, laptop, bank, and everything else under the sun to reflect that change

Got my own insurance, & got off my dad’s plan

Became financially independent from my family

Started 2 new jobs, after months of living gig to gig

Got on food stamps, after getting denied once before

Graduated college, despite the horrible time college was for me

Helped organize a student union, & attended protests for budget transparency

Gotten so much better at standing up for myself, walked out of jobs, classes, and relationships where I was being mistreated, and advocated for myself in academic, medical, and work settings (even when it was hard and it resulted in lost opportunities, if you treat people like that I don't want what you're selling!!!)

Started therapy (twice)

Fought tooth and nail for top surgery, and am getting it in 3 days!!!

Visited Brooklyn, Portland, & Martha’s Vineyard all for the first time

Went swimming in the ocean a lot this summer B) & saw sand sculptures for the first time!!

Started taking regular baths, drinking more tea, and stretching more often

Started journaling

Have been eating better, (3 meals a day!) and taking my daily vitamins

Have developed a weekly chore schedule that works for me as an ADHD-haver

Celebrated one year on testosterone!

Finally found a skincare routine that’s starting to clear up my tboy acne

Took dance lessons with a jazz instructor

Made a bunch of cool stuff! like a cast plastic mask, a dress, styled wigs, digital collages, mixes, & prints!

backed up my computer after over 1000 days

recovered from the deep burnout school, drag, competition, and an abusive relationship left me with, and am brimming with fresh ideas to bring into the new year!!

I deserve everything I’ve worked so hard for!!! I’m hot, funny, talented, and kind. I’m a highly decorated, iconic, title holding drag performer and multi-disciplinary artist. I’m a sweet, understanding, and generous friend. I’m a romantic, just filled to the brim with love to share, and I deserve somebody who sees me as an equal, takes me out on romantic dates, and makes me feel loved and beautiful. I deserve a family who sees and accepts me for who I am, and isn’t always looking for the worst in me, or more concerned about being right than communicating honestly. I deserve the opportunity to heal from the massive amounts of abuse and trauma I faced in my life. I deserve to get to be the person I needed when I was younger. I’ve been through so much at 22, and I’m only getting started.

In 2024 I’m going to be bolder, louder, and take up more space. I’m going to be sooooo annoying in peoples DM’s, because you don’t get things you don’t ask for or work for. I’m going to move somewhere cheaper, save up, adopt a cat, and finally see the dentist. I’m going to be in my hot slut era because I’ll be newly single and recovered from top surgery. I’m going to update my resume and apply to shit I’m under-qualified for. I am going to make art like a motherfucker, and enjoy every second of it. I am going to do things that scare me, and go places I've never gone before. I am going to be so in love with myself it’s disgusting. I am going to continue spread joy and chase new experiences, because god damn it that is what I was put on this earth to do!!!

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shades of cool

Billy is sort of insane. But Chrissy is too, so they make a good pair.

Or: (A Season 02 AU where Billy and Chrissy meet, fight demons, and fall in love. And not in that order.)

“Eventually, he grabs at her, and she feels tears. His or hers. They melt together. Jason’s blood leaves fingerprints all over her. She wants Billy to kill every person who has ever looked twice at her. She wants to keep him safe in a small room away from the world that has hurt him. She wants to run away with him. Far away. Out of this haunted town.”

Chapters 7/?

Word Count: 13224

Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham

reckless driving - drug use - child abuse - eating disorders - unsafe sex - boys crying - love at first sight -horror

read on AO3

Chapter One Below

She saw him for the first time on a Tuesday. She remembered it was a Tuesday because she hated Tuesdays. On Tuesdays she had Cheer and then she had Pointe class in Muncee, which meant a one hour drive to the dance studio and then back, because Hawkins didn't have a dance studio. Well they did. But they didn't teach the Vaganova method there. And her Mom said that the Vaganova method was the only really good way to study ballet. So on Tuesdays she had pointe, which Chrissy tried to enjoy but secretly, shamefully, hated. She liked Pas de Deux classes much better, when they got to practice lifts with the boys. Where you got to fly. She felt that when you were raised up high by the male dancers, up to the ceiling, you were eternal. You were at the peak of the spectacle. You were an angel. You could not fall. No one could touch you. It’s why she liked cheering, too. Getting to be thrown up into the air, completely weightless for those few seconds.

But just normal pointe lessons rankled her. Her hair by that point was in a bun for three hours so her skull was aching, and she was hungrier than usual, and lightheaded from smoking so many cigarettes during break to keep up with the other girls and seem normal. So on a Tuesday morning the week before Halloween, when she woke up and looked at the clothes her mother had laid out, she wasn't expecting him. She wasn't expecting anything. Or thinking anything, really. Just doll thoughts. Put on shirt. Button in hole. Her mind was asleep where it liked to go a lot of the time, when it wasn't lit up with fire. In the mirror she put on the makeup her mother laid out. Pink eyeshadow today. Hair up. Earrings. Staring back at her was a face of someone she did not recognize. She could see this face in the halls at school on some other girl and it would be a complete stranger to her. Like a cut out of paper doll. A girl is there, she thought. Or something that looks like one. Her skin itched. She clutched her hands together. She clawed at her palms. She existed. She existed. It felt like a lie, like the more she repeated it the less real she became. On Tuesday she wasn't expecting anything. But she should have. Later it didn't seem fair for it to come so out of the blue. Like life was divided into two halves: before the Robin's Egg Blue, and After.

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Her and Tammy were halfway from the parking lot to the front door of the school when it happened. Jason and Chance were approaching them, parting off from the rest of the team like lions going for the kill. And her, of course, the prey. Always. Chrissy wanted to groan. Her Mom wanted her really really badly to date Jason. Which she didn't get, because her Mom hated when she dated anyone. Like, literally refused it. And that was fine with Chrissy. If she had Mom she didn't need a boyfriend. Her and Mom were totally best friends. They did everything together. A boy wouldn't understand. Would distract her. But Mom wanted her to date Jason, and Jason wanted her to date Jason, and Chrissy felt so guilty because he was handsome but she just couldn't do it. She didn't want them to feel bad. She was dragging her feet. He just wasn't interesting. He was like everyone else. Boring. Boring. And wanting something from her. Wanting her performance. The problem wasn't him. The problem was her. She wasn't normal. She liked people, she liked a lot of people. But in a general sense, like, in the sense that she loved mankind. Individuals, she didn't want to get near. They crowded her, they wanted too much, they were confusing. She had to perform for them, all of them, all of the time. They wanted to touch her. She could do it for her Mom, but Mom was family. And suffering for your family is a lot easier than suffering for people you don't really know or care too much about.

Jason was approaching, Tammy laughing beside her, when the car pulled up. Robin's egg blue, AD. After the death of everything else. Blasting Motley Crüe, which she didn't recognize then, just thought it was noise that was l o u d. And the car speeding, tires fuming on the black-top. And then the car stopped. They were staring. It felt like the whole of Hawkins was staring. A red haired girl got out of the back and skated away. And then. And then. Sort of like the center point of the turning world, he appeared, and all motion stopped. Like the world slowed down, almost going in reserve. All of history leading up to this one moment. Blonde. Blonde. So Blonde. Only thought in her head. Oh no. She was fucked.

He had sunglasses on, and he was smoking a cigarette, letting it dangle off his lips like it could fall at any second, and he was so cool. Oh no. She turned away and kept walking and the world sped back up. Walking faster. Oh no. She looked back, couldn't help it really. He hadn't seen her yet, thank goodness. Just surveying the territory. He was dangerous. She could tell. He looked smug, and above it all. She had thought Jason was like a lion but she was wrong. This was a real apex predator. A snake maybe. Or a panther. He wasn't human. Which was the important part. He was much, much more. She wanted to be a lamb. Or a bunny rabbit. She wanted to lay down and let him grab her in his jaws and shake until her neck broke. That would be a good way to go. Just like falling off the top of the pyramid, but better. Because it would be something beautiful ending her life. And that counted for a lot.

She was almost running, panicking. She had never felt anything before like this towards her friends or her Mom or any boys who asked her on dates. It was coursing through her. White hot want.

"Wait. Shit, Chris, wait up!"

Tammy was grabbing her arm. Chrissy turned to her, and she could tell the mask was slipping, because Tammy looked scared.

"Are you okay?"

"I..."

She didn't know what to say. She loved Tammy, sort of. But distantly. She felt sick. She couldn't tell her.

"I'm fine!"

"Did you see the new kid?"

Chrissy nodded, mutely. They were inside now, so it was all okay. Approaching her locker. Was something wrong with her? Her heart wouldn't stop racing. Her whole body was on fire.

"He..."

She cleared her throat.

"He had a nice car."

Tammy laughed.

[firebug-mother-nicknamed-me-this]

As some one who has seen both sides, tho heavier on the right wing, I can say, they complain about everything. I have seen ring wings complain about other right wings and then labeling each other as liberals because they can't agree about personal opinions. I've seen left wings label someone as an opressent because that person didn't agree with a personal opinion.

Are there opinions and actions that a majority of people can agree are bad, E.X. racism, rape, pedophilia, ect. Yes.

But having personal opinions about political shit, shouldn't automatically mean that person is evil.

BUT ALSO!! Context means everything. The statement above can be true and not true at the same time. Certain political personal opinions can make some one a bad person, not evil, not "Spawn of satan", just not a good person.

And some people can have a change in mindset. I will say that I used to be fairly racist, misogynistic, and just fucking mean to others who had a different opinion to myself. I have changed because I've realized how fucking stupid I was being.

But that doesn't mean you can't be annoyed. I get annoyed at my dad about how he changed some of his opinions about politics.

E.X. my step mom is an immigrant from Chile. It was because of her that my dad realized how difficult and stupid the immigration papers are. He now proclaims it's "unconstitutional." An opinion and political stance that many have had for years. The same one that he used to try to call bullshit on for years before.

Many right wings are called racists. My dad, again, being one that proves it true. My mother, however, doesn't give two shits about race. If you're a shit person, then you're a shit person. She also doesn't really care about sexualities. She's not your partner, she doesn't need to know fuck-shit about what happens in your bed.

And those are the opinions that I have grown to believe as well. Shit people are shit people regardless of race, ethics, or gender/sexuality/whatever, or even religion.

The thing that I think a lot of people misunderstand is that - having different thoughts and feelings about different topics shouldn't be the end all for everything.

I think drag queens are very sexual shows that kids shouldn't be involved in. HOWEVER, drag reading is ok, so long as that person is dressed appropriately to that of the environment around them. I also think their makeup is "too much," but I will never tell that person to take it off. If that is how they choose to present themselves, then so be it. *I* am not the target audience, MY OPINION means nothing to them.

Another thing some folks seem to have forgotten. "I think," "I believe," or even outright saying "in my OPINION" statements are not and never have been facts or universal truths. And I'm sick of people acting like they are. It is such a simple thing that is taught in middle school. It really shows who actually paid attention in school when we were learning about persuasive essays and informative essays. Or even if the lesson actually stuck with you. It did with me. And it's mostly because I noticed how much of what's said in the news is so opinionated than factual. Or even talking about facts.

Thanks for reading my dumbass 2 sense rant. This will hopefully be my one and only political bs rant on my page/rebolgs because we all can be screaming in each other's faces until we're blue, and nothing will change. Because we are all stubborn asses. In one way or another.

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main verse timeline + name guide + selfee culture thoughts + ideas

sol + nehm = 1920s. sol is effectively around 9 years old when he's trafficked to nehms manor in france

sol escapes after stabbing nehm a bunch, stealing all his shit, and setting his manor on fire which he thinks kills him (it would if nehm wasn't a very powerful mage) = 40s -> japan, taken in by a kind dojo sensei, sparking his love for the martial arts and the art of the sword especially. sol is a approximately a preteen at this time. his sensei's family comes from a long line of demon hunting onmyoji, as demons often come to the human plane to eat humans. this is where sol got his start with monster hunting as well.

his sensei gifts him with a talisman that hides his fae appearance.

sol starts travelling in the 60s after his sensei passes away. he doesnt inherit the dojo ofc but his senseis family insist sol keep his senseis katana. teenager, but dresses femininely so his height doesnt indicate his age as much, uses makeup and his clothes to look older and get less questions about travelling alone. he eventually lands in the usa. his talisman gets fucked at some point, forcing sol to invent various means of keeping himself disguised to blend in - including his holograph ear cuffs.

sol + kenn - 80s (sol is effectively around 19). sol and kenn continue to hunt demons for a bit, eventually upgrading from sols truck to a 1985 Fleetwood Southwind RV motor home and a beater car (a souped up morris marina?), but settle down when sol becomes pregnant with ren and ava. sol promptly submits a bunch of patents he'd been working on as a hobby. solkenn basically immediately become stinking rich. ren and ava are concieved approximately 1988

ren + chrys + callum + con - 00s - private school. oops, teenage pregnancy via ren and callum -> vasya and vivian

chrys and alex's parents die around 2006 when alex is 7 (born 1999) and chrys is 18

callum and con leave at around 20 after buying a house together where they promptly experience one fuck of a hell year, falling out of contact. callum drags himself back home. con does not.

evan + alex - about 14 at approx 2013 - attend the same private school as rccc. solkenn sponsor alex's tuition because chrys otherwise wouldnt be able to afford it. chrys insists on paying for everything else, however, incl alex's extracuriculars (ballet + guitar lessons) and hobbies (video games).

ed and blue reunite w/sol

evan gets schlorped into demon-plane by nehm along with kenn and sol, ada shows up w/a new hubby and 3 new kids incl vie

vie + evan + alex - together from 2014 on when theyre all 15. alex gets injured during the nehm fiasco, has to take a break from ballet, but heals, and is able to pursue ballet as a career still if she chooses

callum and ed become friends. theres strong mutual attraction but callum is too traumatized to be in a relationship, in ed's opinion, so ed gently says as much. callum does some thinking and agrees, but is too in love with ed to pursue other relationships though he tries at least the once. this ends his streak of seeking out abusive relationships to propogate his self hate. callum and ed eventually get together, eventually get engaged, and eventually married+do the life splitting ceremony when callum is in his 30s.

evan fucks off at around 19 cus oops, trauma from hell schlorp. has a one night stand with a woman vacationing in mexico at approx 2016. vie and alex go after him to drag him back. even if he doesnt want to be with them anymore, he clearly needs help. they do all get back together though.

lilah is born in 2017. rosa is born around 2018, taken in by solkenn shortly thereafter.

lilah + rosa - attached at the hip right from the start

gigi is born approx 2039, meets oscar and church at around 2054 at the age of 15, oscar is saved by a mysterious vampire half a year later after suffering a brutal attack by a rival at a dance competition - 2055 - they set off to #vanlife it shortly thereafter to find said sire and bully him into their polycule

selfee culture

oligarchy based on magical power

shapeshifting is a natural talent of the species but is reliant on magical power. onism isn't necessarily rare, but this means selfee en masse see gender and sex as separate. gender is spiritual, sex is physical. children are largely encouraged to shift their sex to match their gender to soothe dysphoria - which is considered a spiritual illness. -> sol cannot do this.

deer fae. extremely long lived, which reflects on rate of maturation, and as a very stagnant culture. sol is modelled after a white tail deer. sol has 4 points. selfee are not generally considered 'adults' until they gain 6-8 points, but usually their fawn spots begin to disappear by the time they hit 4 points. this is in spite of the fact that, by sol's 4 points, his maturation is on par with a human in their 20s. the joys of a long lived species.

ada is the eldest and most powerful selfee alive at the point sol and blue are born. suffice it to say, this creates tension when sol's inability to perform magic or even shapeshift are noticed - and that's not even getting into his neurodivergence.

selfee and humans have similar senses, similar rates of intelligence, and similar methods of interpersonal/social communication. ergo, a person who is neurodivergent will be as such in either society.

selfee are by and large vegan but in lean times, like deer, will eat meat. eating meat outside of lean times is considered taboo, and thought to corrupt the person's magic.

ada is so powerful because he eats a fuckton of meat.

selfee's teeth are all flat because of this. no sharp incisors. unlike humans, they have evolved to be perfectly healthy on a meat-free diet (though meat does provide a significant boost) and this is reflective in their biology.

selfee have deer ears, hooves, antlers depending, and tails. juvenile selfee will have fawn spots on their face and down their neck and back. selfee of any age will have rocking white eyeliner.

selfee and humans share a similar range of skin tones.

the main door to the summerlands where they live was created by ada to enable the selfee to flee persecution and invasion. selfee are technically of the earthen plane, hence the many similarities between species and their ability to breed together. the main door is located in france, which is why nehm made his home there. they were probably fleeing charlemagne.

marriage is traditionally held on solstices to represent sharing life. life-splitting ceremonies - where the partners will undertake a magical ceremony to effectively conjoin their lives and ensure they die together - are held on the equinoxes to symbolize sharing death. marriage is considered the initial commitment ceremony, life-splitting a re-commitment. divorce is possible in marriage but impossible with life-splitting. people of any sex and or gender can marry.

during a marriage, the selfee will bring their pelt, folded, and one of their shed antlers if antlers are present with a sprig of, usually holly, tied around it. if there is no antler, the plant will instead be woven into a crown. these are exchanged during a handfasting ceremony. the plant is then buried at the foot of an elder tree. antlers are kept by the receiving spouse or spouses.

polyamory is not uncommon.

selfee do have a mating season. ayooooo lmao to this end, childrens birthdays are often a community celebration.

the human age equivalent of a selfee being considered a legal adult is 30.

purity culture ouo

a selfees natural form is a hybrid between a human and deer. fully deer is also considered a natural form. fully human, thanks to the nature of the exodus, is. not.

bigotry against humans is embedded in the culture. this is part of the discrimination that sol experienced in his early childhood - if you dont have magic, you're the next best thing to human. this, ofc, ignores the fact that humans often have magic, but because magic is not a common trait, etcetc. selfee often have european 'human' names, but insist that humans got those languages from selfee, so humans are thieves, and selfee are fine to keep these naming conventions therefore lmao

humans who have magic are typically elevated from their magicless peers to an extent. this is why nehm was allowed to hang out in the summerlands after accidentally falling into it - he was considered 'one of the good ones' and promptly took advantage of that.

this is a big part of why sol relates to humans so much, and is more comfortable among humanity than selfee-kind despite the circumstances that brought him into the human world and the person who brought him there.

sol remembers bits and pieces of his culture, but not that much of it.

magic elf weed

nehm - from german 'nehmetic' meaning 'to take'. nehm is his surname. nehm is a very handsome man with dark auburn hair, a short beard and moustache. he is very tall and well built and has a good, powerful reputation. he is considered family by the head honchos of france of the time. despite this his 'death' was covered up. buddy got ganked by his 12 year old child bride that everybody knew he had soooooo.... they moved to cover their own asses. to this end, sol was never pursued.

nehm's magic flexed when the room he was busy dying in began to burn down, transporting him to the demon realm. demons tried to eat him, thinking him easy pickings. he ate them instead. by the time he pops up again, he's effectively transitioned from a human into a demon.

ada fkn bodies him.

nehm -> bardulf nehmetic

kenn -> kennedy santos, then masters

ada -> adalhard

ed -> edmond

blue -> beauregard

ren -> renier

ava -> avaline-maria

chrys -> chrysanthemum jeremy slate, goes by chrys <- paternal grandfather's name for middle name

alex -> amaranth alexander slate, goes by alex <- maternal grandfather's name for middle name

jeremy and alexander were chosen with the full intention of allowing them to go by a name that wasn't a flower, even if their mom won the battle to make the flower names their first names. alex decided to go by such because none of her peers could pronounce her fucking name when she was little, so she got fed up, decided 'alex' was a unisex name, and was therefore good enough <- not that she used those exact words at the time but that was the gist. she actually doesn't mind 'alexander' even if she'll never go by it cus its too masc, but she thinks being named after, effectively a historical tactician-genius queer of the 'great' variety is pretty cool. alexander's solution has, therefore, become her favourite go-to problem solving method. her family figured out pretty quick that alex is trans, and she socially transitioned at around 6.

chrys started out going by jeremy, then pearl jam dropped jeremy, and chrys went 'NOPE'. people did try to bully him about his full name, but being one of the most popular kids in his class made that short lived. pretty privilege man.

peach -> cooper delaney. boy is so obsessed with princess peach he stole her goddamn name.

oscar -> oscar diego valentino del valle <- peurto rican -> familial nickname = carito? quq

sensei - tadashi ishimaru ('right' 'unweilding'), formerly tadashi kaburagi. from a long line of demon hunting onmyoji. in his young adulthood he and a kitsune working at a tea house fell in love with each other but his family killed her for 'using her magic to seduce him' which was vmuch not the case. he killed the perp back and left, spending a decade wandering, dealing with his grief, getting back into life. eventually he came across the ishimaru dojo (aikido????) and challenged the head for the rights to it. upon winning, he didn't kick the ishimaru family out, refusing to make them homeless just so he had a job and a place to live. they gradually developed a close relationship and he was effectively adopted into the family. a couple years after that he met the woman who would become his wife and had three kids with her.

sol, having a very difficult time supporting himself and aware he can't subside on the jewels and gold he stole from nehm, equally aware he shouldnt flaunt them as thats just asking for trouble, goes into pick pocketing. the power of child logic. he pickpockets tadashi, is caught by him after a bit of a chase where his head covering (hat? scarf?) falls off to reveal his ears. sol panics and kicks tadashi in the nuts and escapes, leaving even the money. tadashi, worried for this deer-eared kid, spends a couple days looking for him then, upon finding him, offers him food and shelter.

many many years later, sol does this very same thing for evan, and then several children after that.

sol remains close with the ishimaru family and helps support them need be, though they generally refuse to ask him for money once he strikes it rich. the truth of him remains the ishimaru family's well guarded little secret.

[theenemyod]

I'm fineee just fanfic writing to copeeee

Tw: self harm

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Alex locked his bedroom door behind him again, shutting out everything outside of the safe room. He could hear arguing downstairs, shouting and insults and yelling. He wanted to cover his ears and cry, but knew he was supposed to be stronger than that.

He felt wrong. Like he wasn't human, like he wasn't real.

Murdering a child simply for power wasn't a human thing to do.

And was the power even worth it? He tried it again, the chaos flicking in his palms as he tested out his new ability for the hundredth time.

He didn't feel human. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was just a monster. Something no one should love or feel sorry for.

After a few seconds he realised he was just blankly staring at the wall from his bed, and stood up quickly without any real intention. He tried to think of something to do, something to occupy his mind at least for a little bit.

He looked down. The nail polish on one of his fingers was coming off. Maybe he should fix that. Yeah. That's something.

He walked to the bathroom where he left the nail polish, and the rest of his makeup, his body shook.

The reflection he saw in the mirror felt like a far bigger surprise than it should've been. His hair was a mess, his skin was pale and he must've lost a lot of weight in the last few months. How had he not realised he was getting this bad?

Barely even thinking, he hit the mirror right in the centre. He didn't want to see his own face.

It immediately shattered, shards of glass entered his palm while other bits fell to the floor. Alex's breath shook, immediately trying to pull the glass out of his palm. Blood started to flow.

Alex somehow didn't feel panicked or anything by the sudden bleeding. Humans bleed. Monsters don't.

He put the smashed glass on the side of the sink, and started to run warm water on his hands to try to clean up the blood. It diluted the blood so it looked like there was more of it. Alex wasn't paying attention to that.

His eyes had fixated on the smashed glass. Master Joseph had taken away any sharp objects from Alex when he saw the cuts up his wrists. Even though Alex knew it was for the better, it was still frustrating.

Without even registering what he was doing, he picked up a larger piece. It cut open his hand as he picked it up.

Good.

He held it against his wrist, staring at his broken reflection in it before he pulled it across quickly. The blood quickly began to flow. It dripped onto the white tile floor, the red colour was bold against everything else. Tears started to form in his eyes, but he tried to force them back.

Another cut. He wasn't even thinking about it this time. The sharp pain made him gasp and drop the piece of glass into his arm. He couldn't force back the tears anymore and just let them stream down his face, muffling sobs and whimpers.

He pulled the glass out of his arm. Just one more. One more. One more cut.

He cut again. Far more blood than the other two came out, pooling on the floor. The pain was worse but better at the same time.

Monsters don't bleed.

After a few minutes the bleeding slowed down enough for him to take his wrist away from the sink. He stared at it for a moment then left the bathroom. There was a first aid kit in the kitchen.

Still shaking, he went there. It's on the top shelf, right where Alex needed a stool to get to it. He groaned quietly and checked in the dining room to see if everyone was still there. They'd all left, so Alex quickly grabbed a chair and dragged it into the kitchen.

He felt so weak, like a small child that can't reach anything yet. He climbed onto the chair and managed to grab the first aid kid down -- just a red plastic box with a handle his hand held tightly. He was still bleeding on everything.

Didn't he learn what he was supposed to do when someone's bleeding? He had a first aid lesson in school when he was eleven, maybe slightly younger. Apply pressure to the cuts.

He wrapped his uninjured hand in a kitchen towel and pressed down on the palm of the hand that was cut open by the glass. It was almost instantly stained with blood. Alex regretted using a white towel for this.

He took the towel away from his hand after about two minutes, and tried to clean the extra blood of his hand with tissues. It seemed to have stopped bleeding.

He repeated the same process with the cuts on his wrist, though they took far longer to stop bleeding.

The door swung open behind Alex. His eyes immediately darted to see who was there. Callum. Of course.

"What are you doing here?" Alex asked, removing the blood soaked towel from his arm without realising it.

"Was just looking for painkillers... Leg hurting again..." Call seemed to have no clue what to say. He could very clearly see Alex's cuts, and easily guess what he got them from.

Alex nodded, not in the mood to argue. "You do that."

"You have some... Some cuts on your arm?"

"I noticed." Alex said flatly, opening the red plastic box and throwing a small cardboard box of painkillers at Call.

"Did you..." Call trailed off.

"Did I what?" Alex looked him straight in the eyes.

"The cuts on your arm. Did you do that?"

"Shut the fuck up." Alex snapped. He knew what Call was asking the first time, just wanted to know if he'd have the courage to say it. Call shut his mouth, seeming more interesting on the box of painkillers now.

Alex paid no attention to Call, grabbing a few wipes from the first aid box and trying his best to clean his wounds with them. Call put the painkillers back after taking some and left awkwardly.

Once they were cleaned, Alex bandaged the cuts carefully. This would be hard to hide tomorrow. Gloves and long sleeves seemed like the best idea.

What was he doing, anyways?

Nail polish coming off. Right. He goes back to do that.

He sat on the cold bathroom floor, avoiding the blood pools and splatters, repainting his nails with black nail polish, trying to calm down.

Monsters don't bleed. Did that mean he wasn't a monster.

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Sorry for this shittttt. Tbh these things are one of the only things keeping me clean (and the fact that I would fucking die if I had to wear long sleeves in this heat). Probably going to make another one eventually. I am definitely targeting Alex with these things (because he has the same name as me idk).