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JEALOUS SAE HEADCANONS PLEASEEEEE

Jealous hc

Characters: sae, rin, kaiser, hiori, karasu, shidou

m.list | rules

Note: hiiii how are youuu thank you for your request hihi I had other characters bc I felt like doing it for them too

Sae Itoshi

he’s too prideful to be jealous, or he thinks so

in fact he get pissed off easily, anyone being a little to friendly with you bother him and he already doesn’t like anyone so imagine

he’s not subtile, even if he thinks he is

he’ll get closer, talk like shit to the person who’s flirting with you in his eyes

roll his eyes, click his tongue, you name it

Suddenly he wants to go home or leave for another place

You never honestly never thought you'll see him like that since he's confident and trusts you

I think he just doesn't like people and so by extension he hates people talking to you

He likes to think he's the only one who can make you smile like that, beside your friends (he's not insane)

So seeing some nobody making you smile, or even worst : laugh makes him jealous

He’s not into pda to save his life i think, that’s something he keeps behind closed doors

But oh man how he likes to kiss you when it happens, just to remind everyone that you're taken and you're proud of it

Be prepared to hear about this, he’s a nagging mom at heart

“Are you done ?” you’d ask and magically, yes he is

he will sulk yes, but close to you at least

Rin Itoshi

Bare with him, he acts tough but deep down he wants to cry

Just like his brother, he will get closer, his arm will probably stay around your shoulders after that

But he won’t be mean to them, just kinda ignore them or send death glare if they get too close

No touching, even in a friendly way, don’t be ridiculous

I think he appreciates it if you put a stop yourself

He’s more insecure than he likes to admit and it prove him that he can trust you

He’s gonna be clingy af though

When you two are finally alone, Rin won’t say a world but glue himself to you

He’ll need reassurance for sure :( this boy has abandon issues

Michael Kaiser

He’s an asshole (lovingly)

He let people flirt with you if it helps their ego and mock them for how long you can think, it’s almost an inside joke for him

The irony is that he’s really possessive, so it’s all fun and game until it’s not some loser that try to hit on you

Not that he feels threaten, please

But he still don’t wanna play with them and he doesn’t want you nearby

If you just happen to be friendly with someone then he’s bothered

What do you mean by being this happy to see someone else ?

He’ll ask a million questions and whine about it before brush it off as if he doesn’t care

It takes a lot to deal with him, his reaction depend on his phase

If he feels low then he’ll be a nightmare, you had to be sorry for someone hitting on you and tell him he’s your one and only

If he’s his confident self, it’s almost like he doesn’t care and let it happen

Being with him is a roller coaster

Tabito Karasu

Best man if is speak

He’s mature and he knows he’s projecting his own insecurity when he’s jealous, so he doesn’t make a big deal about it

He’s not gonna ruin the moment so he just keep his cool and act normally

Deep down you can feel there’s some awkwardness so you try to ask him silently, with your eyes or smile, if he’s ok

He loves you so much he feels dumb to even be jealous the second you do that honestly

Expect small pda like holding hands above your knees, playing with your fingers or the em of your shirt/ skirt

He’ll talk to you about it on your way back home or when you two are comfortable at yours or his place

He knows it’s normal to feel like this sometimes but it’s normal to reach for comfort right ? he’s not shy to ask

Nothings best than you playing with his hair, laying on your chest or thighs

Ryusei Shidou

He’s unhinged he scares me

I think he’s the most jealous among them

You’re his, that’s it so, he may seem lay back (and weird) but he’s cautious with every person coming near you

I hc him with abandon issues as well (give us his back story please and make it worth it compare to some character) so he’s always scared of you leaving

It’s still more in a possessive than an insecure way, he just can’t take it if he considered that someone is too close to you

He gets touchy oh my, he’s all over you, can’t keep his hands to himself just to let them know that you’re taken

He’ll talk to them straight in the eyes while his hand run up and down your thighs, he’s not ashamed of anything

You have to put a stop to it but always expected something more while coming home

Yo Hiori

He’s cute and I don’t think people take him seriously enough

You’re amazing and beautiful and fun to talk to, people already asked you why him

He kinda has war flashback ngl

Obviously he also think that he’s not enough and probably get jealous/sad quickly if someone get close to you and is really friendly

He’s scared to take things into hand I think, so he’ll just ask for you two to leave

He won’t tell you how he feels, he’s sure it’s not important enough to bring it up but you always ask him anyway

You’re so sorry that it happens at all honestly, you never want him to feel like this

He never ask for it but you’re clingy and want to do nothing with him, spending some quality time together, watching him play game while you stay on your phone or even sitting in his laps

It always make him feel better and remind him that you won’t leave him so soon

I hope you liked it ♡

[prettiestofpisces]

juju watkins x gf!reader

synopsis: you happen to be juju’s girlfriend and lash tech

fluff✨blurb

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as juju’s six foot two form laid on your lash bed, you sat down in your swivel chair adjacent from the girls head.

to the right of you was your lash table which held all the materials you’d possibly need for judea.

“so how have you been baby?” you say swiftly playing with juju’s ears.

although you two were newly official, you both have such a tender spot for one another.

knowing each other, growing with each other since highschool, y’all were made incredibly close over the years.

sharing a kiss or two, prolonged cuddles… your relationship was beyond affection yet nothing contained a label at the time.

that was until senior year after learning you’d both be attending southern cal, juju decided to jump the gun. asking you to prom and later on to be her girlfriend

“mmm good…” she hums with her eyes closed.

“too many promotions, practices and flights.”

now your hands caress her cheeks yet you waited to respond.

“you just want some peace and quiet, i understand baby, keep talking to me if you’d like.”

you then alert juju you’re about to start and she, unknowingly yet conscious of something near her eyes, closed them tight without saying anymore.

you pumped a light foam soap over her lashes and began swirling it in, cleansing the hairs or anything foreign.

“what about you?” she spoke out suddenly.

“hm, well i’ve been busy with few clients, classes and missing you but!.. i watched you play kansas and saw you got roughed up” you giggled.

after said, game juju sported a subtle gash on her left cheek due to brutal play. juju never complained but you knew the mark bothered her.

“you can’t tell but i’m rolling my eyes” juju says with a wide smile, following with more banter.

you let out a final chuckle before rinsing off her eyes and proceeding.

after drying you lay tape down on her bottom lashes to secure them and a large piece for your markings and mapping.

“whispy cat eye right ju?”

“yeah ma” she responds so sweetly.

a minute passes as you’re finishing up writing little numbers across the tape you’ve placed and now you’re able to begin lashing.

pluck a singular extension, dip it in glue, place it on a single lash and wait. a simple process yet very demanding.

you hum along to the rnb tunes in the background, filling the silence and soon enough, you hear the subtle snores of the girl in front of you.

as time ticks, it’s been 45 minutes and you’re finished with the left eye moving over to her right.

Please sprout, offer me your tulips

On my fate

You gon' be my blessing tonight

So keep your eyes wide…

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

and… you’re done.

slowly lifting the tape from jujus soft skin you crumble the pieces and toss them away. her sleeping form calm and content, you kiss her cheek to wake her.

“ju… baby, i’m finished” you whisper close to her ear. once her eyes flutter open you take it upon yourself to kiss her again, this time two pecks.

juju does a quick stretch of all her joints and crains her arm back hold your face against her own. turning her head to the right she embraces you both in a kiss, an oddly awkward perpendicular kiss but one with so much passion nonetheless.

after releasing, juju takes a deep breath and lets go of you all together.

“thank you” she draws out groggily. sliding off the table as you both stand up from your still positions. her tall lengthy frame towering over you like before.

juju looking rather seductive with her new stare. you stare up at her in return admiring you work, the lashes which accentuate her eyes so nicely, making your own dilate. you couldn’t help yourself.

“you’re so pretty” you squeal before juju pulls you into her chest ever so gently. loving the feeling of comfort you tighten the hug whilst still gazing at one another.

“what are you doing tonight?” your question filled with anticipation.

“staying here with you” juju harps, her blatant statement taking you by surprise yet you were more than okay with it.

“i love when you’re around.”

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and scene.

sorry i’ve been away, sigh..

just a sophomore in college what can i say however i hope you like this little blurb, its very rushed but i just wanted to post bc postings fun.

muah.

[supermassivebutthole]

I will say that I hate that they made Vamp!Bella "inhumanly beautiful" by giving her a smokey eye, falsies, and hair extensions. Hair and makeup had shot themselves in the foot completely by eclipse because they were doing this "subtle" full beat on human bella that meant they had nowhere to go but excessive with Vamp!Bella's makeup.

It's so immersion breaking for me to watch BD part 2 and see lash glue and foundation texture and obvious eye shadow in the first close up of Bella's face. I really don't think that Perma-makeup is what the book was referring to when they said the Cullens were beautiful.

But like, okay, what do I propose? Well, first, they should have never glammed Bella up more than her Twilight look. She looked plain there for a reason. And I know she didn't look like a blockbuster leading lady but like, sucks, it serves a narrative purpose. She should have looked WORSE in New Moon, not better.

When it came time to vampirize her, they should have made her natural features more prominent, made her eyes look bigger, smoothed and evened out her complexion, and done something better with her hair maybe some light false eyelashes. That's it. Imo. Then she'd fit in with the other Cullens rather than looking like a Cullen on prom night, but we'd also be able to see the difference more clearly.

Maybe when Charlie came to visit, Alice would have to "do her makeup" in a traditional sense so that her vampire beauty would make more sense to his eyes. Or something.

[tragedy-of-commons]

GWEN POOKIE POOKIE IM SO PROUD OF YOU !!! CONGRATS ON GETTING 200 💥💥💥 YOU DESERVE SOSOSO MUCH !!

as for your prompt, can i get a "that was but a moment of weakness. think nothing of it." with dan feng? romantic please bc lord im starving of dan feng content

AGAIN, CONGRATS ON 200!! HERES TO YOUR FOLLOWER EVENT GOING BOOM BOOM BOOM <333

"That was but a moment of weakness. Think nothing of it."

Dan Feng's words echo into an ensuing chasm of silence. You're getting real tired of this whole back and forth, but you have to hold your tongue - the High Elder would not like to be called out on his lie so easily.

...even if his tail is wrapped snugly around your waist, and his austere countenance is plagued by a tinge of pink.

"Really? You're not known for being weak," you jab, unable to help yourself. Being 'your roguish self' in his presence is inevitable.

Dan Feng's tail unhands you, lashing side to side before stilling. His quarters are unlike anything you've ever seen, really; opulent cushions and fabrics making up the (multiple) chaises, a vanity littered with vibrant lotus blooms, and a subtle air of cloudhymn magic buzzing about each nook and cranny.

Even though you've been let in here at least a dozen times, it still feels like you're trespassing on sacred ground.

"A lapse in judgment, then," he supplies, taking a few purposeful strides towards the highlight of the chambers themselves - the vanity. "It happens to the best of us, despite what you may believe."

You watch as he sits down, ramrod straight. When he starts to tap his foot impatiently, you groan and slink over.

Dan Feng, Imbibitor Lunae, High Elder of the Vidyadhara, Guardian of Scalegorge Waterscape... is utterly enchanting. Your own reflection fades into white noise in the image of the mirror, subdued by his presence alone.

Without making him wait any longer, you pick up the familiar hairbrush within reach, beginning to comb through his tresses delicately. Whenever you snag on a minute tangle, he stiffens in warning before you curb the knot.

You hum. "Well, then I'm glad it happened to you, Esteemed One. Without your 'lapse in judgment', I'd have been doomed to my next incarnation much earlier than I would've liked."

You're referring to the incident that took place earlier today. On a stroll with the High Elder himself, a banditry of rebels and mutineers attempted to assassinate Dan Feng, and by extension, you as well.

It went by in a flash; one second, you were holding his hand and chatting about something as mundane as the scenery - the next, you were shoved behind his back as four Vidyadhara, your own kind, jumped out of the shadows, hungry to further their agenda.

The speed at which he ran Cloud-Piercer through them all was unbelievable. Seconds had gone by, not a hair on your head out of place, yet the enemies lied vanquished on the ground. Finally, Dan Feng had turned to you afterward, scanning you for any signs of injury with a pinched brow.

He almost looked panicked then. No high and mighty quips, no diluted sarcasm, no nothing! It was strange, to say the least.

News had spread like wildfire, and after rushing through the appropriate procedures, Dan Feng stuck to you like glue. He often says that he likes to keep you close so you don't fall into a crevice and perish, but this is different.

He protected you and your honor with his life. He pulled you close with his tail during the following hours - an intimate act usually reserved for lovers, neurotically monitoring anyone who got too close to you, baring just a hint of fang.

You know he cares for you in his own way, but this is dizzying.

"...you are exempt from referring to me by formal title," he sobers you from your thoughts, likely sensing your distress. After all, healers such as him are constantly attuned to other people's wavelengths. "It was nothing. There is no need to be grateful."

That response also strikes you as odd. Usually, Dan Feng basks in your praise and gratitude. Now, he's almost humble, whispering so only you can hear him.

Perhaps, in the depths of that statement, he's leaving an underlying message for you to pick up on. Something possibly along the lines of:

Don't be grateful. I could've lost you.

Your grip on the silver handle of the brush tightens. "If you say so."

The remaining knots are lightwork, Dan Feng's hair pooling around his pointed ears, now silky and smooth. His eyes are closed, posture relaxed and statuesque. When you do get to see him like this, it's always healing in its own right.

Experimentally, you brush your fingers over the nape of his neck. Sparkling teal scales adorn the skin there, responsive to your gentle touch. They flare at the intrusive sensation before calming, passively granting you permission to continue.

"That was the first time you were with me when an attempt on my life had been made," he cracks open his eyes, gazing at your reflection instead of his own. "I can't guarantee it won't happen again."

"I'm aware."

You set the hairbrush back onto the vanity, task completed. At this point in the routine, you'd normally excuse yourself to go about your own obligations.

But now? You remain rooted behind a man that you desperately want to love, just a little bit more.

"Something is on your mind," Dan Feng cuts in, "I suggest you voice your concerns."

He knows you just as well as you know him, even if he acts above vulnerability and the baggage that comes with it. Ghosting your fingers up the slope of his skin and through his dark locks, you sigh. Translating your turmoil into words has never been an easy feat.

Your hand now rests in between his regal horns, unsure. You've never so recklessly tested the waters before - but you need answers. You want to know, desperately, if he views you in the same light that you bestow upon him.

"Dan Feng," you whisper, admiring the appendages and their luminescent glow. They match the rest of him perfectly, and you've always imagined what it'd be like to touch them - to revere them. Gentle sea green, molded into branch-like coral.

"May I?" you hope.

When the Imbibitor Lunae's response comes, it's sweet, chased by a resigned sigh that tells you all you need to know.

"If you so wish."

Initially, you feel the telltale vibrations of him shuddering as you make yourself known as his lover. Today, in some other universe, Dan Feng might have lost you. But in this one, where you're both intertwined in the best possible way?

There is not a chance he can get rid of you so easily.

🏷️: @akutasoda, @aviiarie, @lowkeyren

a/n: your wish is my command, miss illu :3 your support brings a tear to this old clown's eye... but thank you, really! almost done with all the requests, and i hope you enjoy what i did with dan feng. never written for him before, but your writing served as inspo ^^

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[thecolorsfucked]

all them white actresses w garnier fructis hair have TRACKS BABEY THOSE ARE TRACKS AND GLUE JUST LIKE THE HOOD GIRLIES GOT

yt ppl will obsess over hollywood starlets young and aged, salivate over dolly parton and elvira, then act absolutely shocked and delighted when they see the black cashier with a blonde sew-in

dolly hair dont look like that naturally either sis calm down

[paperstorm]

2024 fic round up!

I was tagged by so many lovely people I have lost track of them, so my whole tag list is under the cut! I wrote 270,000 words this year, including the entire Missing Moments season 3. Thank you to everyone who commented or kudosed or reblogged or read silently, the support for writers in this fandom is really so wonderful 💛

Missing Moments [a series of canon compliant tags for every episode of Lone Star, seasons 1-3 completed]

3x01 – Imperfect pieces pulling at the glue (9.1k) 3x02 – Up in smoke (9.4k) 3x03 – Wayfaring strangers (10.4k) 3x04 – Homeward bound (15.7k) 3x05 – Reconstruction (7.3k) 3x06 – All these sacred melodies (8.5k) 3x07 – Everest to mariana (8.2k) 3x08 – "You have one new message..." (12.4k) 3x09 – Cracks begin to show (5k) 3x10 – Push and pull (5.2k) 3x11 – Where the rain won't hurt (9.7k) 3x12 – Losing streak (4k) 3x13 – Heard the risk is drowning (15.3k) 3x14 – Live in the layers (5.6k) 3x15 – Switch (5.5k) 3x16 – Everything and every dream (5.6k) 3x17 – Move into the new (7.5k) 3x18 – Forever is the sweetest con (10.1k)

Hold me too close (1.8k)

Carlos’s lips curve into a small responding smile and he shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

He tilts his chin forward, asking for a kiss, that TK gives him readily because he thinks it would hurt like having a limb ripped off if he didn’t. Carlos’s lips are smooth and damp against his, wet with the salt from his tears.

“Wanna go for a walk?” TK asks when they part, and Carlos quickly nods.

A small extension of the scene after Tommy sings at their wedding.

In Loving Memory for @carlos-in-glasses (1.3k)

The word son catches his eye, and Carlos frowns and tucks his head to look closer. His legacy will continue to live on through his son’s own dedication to public service, is written at the bottom of the thin obituary.Carlos feels his stomach roll and his mouth slacken. Heat blooms in his cheeks and the tips of his fingers tingle. Next to him there’s a tiny, nearly imperceptible gasp – as TK finds the same words and his grip tightens further on Carlos’s arm.

Silver Lining's Gold and Shining (25.3k)

A story of nine pivotal moments in Carlos's life, and nine times his best friend was there beside him.

Butterflies and Sky-High (8k)

TK leans in closer and rests his forehead against Carlos’s cheek, understanding that this is hard for him. Carlos is so heart-warmed by the gesture that it gives him the courage to say, “I’ve been reading about demisexuality. It’s this thing where …”

“I know what it means,” TK says softly, and thank God he does because Carlos isn’t sure he would have done justice to an explanation anyway. Not right now.

“I think … maybe I am. That. I didn’t think I was anything other than gay but then I was reading and some stuff started to make sense.”

Made From Stardust (8.2k)

Adoration swells in your chest as it always does when the warmth of his smile is draped over you like a blanket. You could not express in words, not even if you spoke 50 languages instead of just two, the magnitude of your love for this man. It’s too big, too necessary, too seeped into the cracks of every plane of your existence. You cannot be you without him, because the you who sits here on this couch with your fiancé in the home you share with him would never have taken shape without his guiding hands. A man named Carlos Reyes would have existed, but not this one. He would have been somebody else.

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Fine Line (6.8k) for @heartstringsduet

Carlos ghosts a kiss along TK’s cheek, feeling the shudder of TK’s inhale as he murmurs, “You need me?”

“I …” TK swallows, his throat clicks and Carlos hears it.

Their knees bump and Carlos trails his fingers through TK’s hair and just waits. He doesn’t ask again, he just holds TK in a vertical embrace and strokes his hair and stays patient.

“There’s something that’s helped in the past,” TK says in a small voice. “Something you and I haven’t done before.”

brighter in the morning (40k so far) cowritten with @strandnreyes

Sometimes nights together are hard to come by, but TK and Carlos find ways to connect as husbands in the morning.

A series of 12 mornings together for each of the 12 episodes in season 5 (plot permitting …)

Somewhere in a Song (23.7k so far)

Fresh out of rehab for drug and alcohol addiction, lead singer TK and his band Stranded are pushed into a tour he's not sure he's ready for. To combat the bad press from his very public hitting of rock bottom, his label suggests they take up-and-coming country singer Carlos along with them. Between TK's still healing wounds and closeted Carlos's fears that his parents don't support his musical career, a rocky start might turn into finding exactly what they both need.

Tagging @theghostofashton @birdclowns @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

@carlos-in-glasses @actual-sleeping-beauty @thisbuildinghasfeelings @herefortarlos @heartstringduet

@goodways @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @freneticfloetry

@liminalmemories21 @nancys-braids @whatsintheboxmh @bonheur-cafe

@reasonandfaithinharmony @thebumblecee @never-blooms @lemonlyman-dotcom

@sanjuwrites @orchidscript @jesuisici33 @kiwichaeng @honeybee-taskforce

@hereghostslive @butchreyes @just-inside-her @firstprince-history-huh @captain-gillian

@tellmegoodbye @anactualcaseofthetruth @ironheartwriter @eclectic-sassycoweyes @ditheringmind

@emsprovisions @irispurpurea @nisbanisba @corsage @chicgeekgirl89

@carlossreaders @ladytessa74 @denizoid @everlastingday

Want to be added or removed from the list? Lmk

[bouquet-of-flow3rs]

!Pairing: Jay x reader!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: suggestive themes, reader loves dressing up.

Synopsis: You and Jay get ready for date night. On your 3rd anniversary.

[A/n: I wrote this at 2 in the morning during soft hours but I think its adorable!]

It's date night.

You adore date night, and not just because you get to go out on cute little dates no. But because you get all dolled up! Oh and also because you get to see your handsome boyfriend, but mostly because you get to wear cute little dresses and pretty shoes. Is that a very stereotypical thing to do? Yes, but you don't care. Especially not when you get to wear a stunning white, satin dress.

Today is a special day for you and Jay because you see it's your 3-year anniversary, and you and he plan to dine at one of the fanciest restaurants in all of Seoul, which happens to be run by one of Jay's father's friends. This man is a masterful chef with incredible kitchen skills. You've heard stories from Jay's mother that this is the man who taught Jay what he knows about cooking and your man is an amazing cook, you should know he loves to cook for you, you've tried cooking but whenever you do it ends with chaos, whether that be a burnt mean that is unrecognizable, or starting a tiny fire. After many incidents, Jay banned you from the kitchen and has practically become your personal chef.

But back to date night you and Jay are getting ready in your shared room, him being in the ensuite bathroom taking a shower, while you sat at your vanity doing your makeup, you wanted your dress and jewelry to be the focus point of your look for the night so you settled with a minimal look with a hint of glitter for eyeshadow, after completing your look it was time for you to pick a lip color, you weren't sure which of your collection to go with, should you chose a luxury brand or perhaps a drugstore one? You decided to go with one of your many luxury branded lipsticks, truthfully you didn't wear a lot from your extensive collection you only bought them because you liked the packaging or received them as gifts courtesy of your wonderful boyfriend, you decided to pick a color that is similar to your natural lip shade but makes your lips appear more juicy, before applying it you dig through all of your lip liners and find one to compliment it well, after linking your lips you finally apply the lipstick and as you stare at the masterpiece on your face you are happy with the shade you chose.

Once done with the makeup look you move onto your hair, you can hear the water shut off and the shower curtain being moved. You focus back onto yourself ignoring the blaring sound of the blow-dryer being turned on as well as the music Jay is blasting from your bathroom's speakers. You decide to add slight curls to your [H/l] hair but keep them relatively lose, you too have your own music playing and the the song currently playing distracts you as you pretend your curling iron is a microphone to sing along to the catchy lyrics of Beabadoobea's ‘Glue Song’ A song that has always reminded you and your boyfriend, as you finish curling the first layer you are thankful to hear the blow-dryer turn off and your boyfriend cut off his music before exiting the bathroom, from your vanities mirror you see hot steam escape into your room, you place your curling iron onto its hot plate turning around to see your boyfriend enter your room in one a towel that is hung low on his lips accompanied by a towel wrapped around his neck, he still has drops of water rolling down his torso as he walks past you and over to your shared wardrobe opening the left side which is his, at seeing him you immediately begin to wolf whistle making him chuckle and shake his head, “Damn, babe you're looking good.” You admire him as he slips on a pair of dress pants, after sliding those on he once again walks past you but not before placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head, “Thank you gorgeous.” He smirks out watching your flushed face, as you eye him from the reflection.

Once your hair is done you make sure to shake out the curls so they are more natural looking, you pull out a hand mirror from a drawer to make sure the back of your hair looks okay, and once you see it does you blow a kiss yourself in the mirror before standing from your vanity and making your way to the wardrobe to pull out your new white, satin dress.

You take it out of its dress bag and unzip it before taking it off of the hanger, you slip into it but can't quite reach the back of it to zip yourself up, “Jay, baby can you help zip me up?” You call out for him and he emerges from the bathroom with a black button-up, dress pants buckled with a fancy belt. And his hair is freshly styled. 

“Oh my god, how did I get so lucky..” You breathe out gawking at the man in front of you. Jay takes small steps towards you admiring all the effort you put into yourself for him, truthfully you are beautiful to him no matter what but seeing you in a stunning white dress makes him dream of your future together. “Oh dove, you look stunning.” He remarks gazing at you tenderly. “Thank you, my love.” You smile dreamily.

 “Can you please help zip me up?” You question turning around and moving your hair out of the way. He trails his hands down your exposed back making you shiver at his touch and making you can't help but want more. Eventually, his hands trail down to where your zipper is located as he slowly drags it up your dress, he uses one hand to zip it up the other leaving longing touches across your exposed neck and shoulder area before eventually sliding down to hold your waist, once he's zipped you up he leaves open mouth kisses along your neck, you can feel his tongue brush against you with ever kiss he places, you hum at the feeling before spinning around and wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands drop to capture your waist “as much as I'd love to continue this, I'd really love some dinner.”

You express playfully leaving kiss marks all over his face “Anything for you my [Y/n].” He responds placing a kiss to the tip of your nose, making your heart do backflips. “Happy anniversary Jay.” You whisper leaning your forehead against his “Happy anniversary my love.”

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i 💙 my artist — choi jiung

choi jiung & reader

wc —1.3k genre & warnings — fluff, established relationship, artist reader & jiung as your no. 1 fan, pet names, peck on the cheek, reader has a peanut allergy, unedited notes — happy (belated) birthday and graduation @sizzlingdino had to let this thing marinate with me as i was juggling thesis among other things (as you are very aware) but i really hope you enjoy this one <3 first artwork is done by Taylor McKimens and Misaki Kawaiand and the second one i couldn't find out :(( if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog and leave feedback! request to be part of the taglist! masterlist

synopsis — stressed out from preparing your exhibit, you receive news that your boyfriend won’t make it in time for its opening—until you spot a mint-haired boy wearing a headband with your name on it.

if there’s one thing you learned all throughout your years doing art, it’s that nothing will ever go according to plan. you’ll come across accidents; your sketch can look awful once you’ve outlined it, the diorama you’ve spent weeks working on can crumble from the lack of super glue, and the 3d model you’ve tried rendering overnight can fail (and you hated that the most).

you’ve learned that your vision can turn out very different in its final form—but you weren’t going to allow that now.

“we still need extension cords!” kevin calls out as he moves a softbox.

as soon as you spot a cable that could topple the light, you rush to kevin and grab hold of the neck. “careful!”

your friend sighs before shooting you an apologetic smile. “sorry, didn’t see that.”

you couldn’t blame him. with only an hour left until the exhibit officially opens, the venue is still a mess. everyone’s scrambling to fix everything; the lights still need to be placed in their designated spots and more screws had to be drilled into walls for paintings. 

“it’s fine. this light is for which?”

“the live portrait section,” kevin answers.

as you help him move the light, you spot ricky on the phone. “yeah. no peanuts, right? we can’t have that since some of us are allergic,” he speaks to the other person on the line before meeting your eyes.

“what’s the status of the catering?” you ask him, only for him to mouth 30 minutes back at you. you sigh before setting the light down at its designated spot.

kevin wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. “do you know where the extension cords are?”

“uh, the last time i heard, seulgi was able to get a box full of them, but you’d have to ask her. i think most were used for the dioramas.” you pull out your clipboard and go through sections that still need to be fixed; pulling this off in an hour would be a miracle.

“hey, boss,” your attention is called by minghao on the other side of the venue, “does this look okay?” he points at the wall with the screw gun in his hand.

once you approach him, you look through the paintings hung on the wall. “i think so? it looks fine.”

“good, because i might’ve fucked up the measurements.”

you frown at him. “what?”

“no take-backs! you said it’s fine!” before you can smack his arm, he bolts away with the screw gun.

“yah! don’t go running around with that!”

you need everything to go according to plan, especially when all the responsibility is on your shoulders.

your phone rings in your pocket. once you pull it out, the contact name brings a smile to your face. you accept the call and bring it close to your ear. “hey, what’s up?”

“how’s my artist doing?” jiung’s voice on the other line is enough to keep your mind off of the rattling or machines and objects. “wow, it sounds very busy.”

a sigh leaves you. “because it is.” you scratch the back of your neck. “the exhibit is supposed to open in a while and we are delayed in the ingress. there’s already guests outside and the food has yet to arrive.”

“babe, i’m sure all will be okay. just from the sounds alone, i can already tell you guys will be done in time. if anything, you guys shouldn’t even be preparing this exhibit! you’re the artists!” your boyfriend exclaims, causing you to laugh. “see, i got you laughing.” he always knew the right words to say.

you smile before saying, “thanks. i needed that.” you spot ricky coming your way with a frown. “wait a minute, someone needs to talk to me.” you bring the phone away from your ear.

“i have some bad news.”

with stress evident in your friend’s features, your spirits go into a decline. “oh no. what happened?”

“so, i got off the phone with catering, and they told me that most of the food they cooked used peanut oil.” you have to be kidding me. “i asked if they could replace it but they said that if they do it now, it won’t arrive until like two hours later.”

you close your eyes as you try to process the information. “okay, that just means i can’t eat any of the food then. i mean, that’s fine.” you look at ricky who pouts at you.

“i’m sorry. i can get you some food if ever.”

yet, you shake your head. “it’s okay. thank you, though.”

once he takes his leave, you bring the phone back to your ear. “sorry about that. anyway, why’d you call?”

“babe, you know i’d do anything to be at your exhibit,” as he starts off the sentence, you can’t help but feel your heart drop, “but i’m still stuck at the clinic for the wisdom tooth removal. i think the dentist had some long procedure, so i’m only about to get it done. i’m so sorry.”

you know that jiung would never miss out on your exhibit. if anything, he’s always been more excited about it than you ever have, but with the day taking a stressful turn, you hate to admit your disappointment over his absence.

“it’s okay,” you try to reassure your boyfriend. “i’m sure i can tour you around the exhibit another time. think of it as a private tour.”

“okay, i’ll be sure to free up my schedule just for you.”

before you can say anything, he cuts you off. “wait, i have to go. i’m being called to the room. i’ll see you soon, love you!”

“bye, love you.”

the call drops along with your spirits. the only thing that could’ve saved today couldn’t even make it. still, you do your best to force a smile. 

preparations continue as planned, and somehow, the exhibit is finished in time for its opening. your boyfriend seemed to be right about almost anything.

“okay, we have a few minutes to talk with everyone before y/n’s opening remarks. once they’re done, don’t forget that we’ll be called one by one for acknowledgements,” seulgi reminds everyone. after everyone nods at her reminders, they all storm off to meet up with their guests; friends, families, and partners smile at the sight of the other artists.

yet, you were by yourself with no one to go to. 

feeling dejected, you were about to retreat to a corner and practice your speech—until you saw a familiar mint-haired boy in the crowd with a foam cutout of your name on his head. in his hand is a bouquet of flowers, and the sweater he wears has the words, I 💙 MY ARTIST, plastered on the front. and while everything about his get up should make you embarrassed, the swollen grin on his face brings you to smile.

you run to him. “jiung!” with his arms open, he brings you into a hug. “i thought you wouldn’t make it.”

“honestly, i thought i wouldn’t with how long this sweater was taking with the printing,” he admits. “but i did, and i even brought food.” you glance down to see a paper bag filled with takeout food by his feet.

when you look back at him, you can’t help but admire his whole outfit. “i never expected you to be this embarrassing.”

shock casts his features. “i’d literally do anything for you.” as he pecks your cheek, your smile grows. “i would do this any day just for you.”

your heart grows full from his words. “i love you. thank you for this.”

he tucks some hair behind your ear. “i love you, too. i’m always proud of you, and i can’t wait to see everyone be amazed with what you do.”

jiung always knew the right words to say.

(you hope your art can convey your love for him.)

networks taglist: @kflixnet @k-labels @blankjournal @kstrucknet

[hypnautic-cereal]

Delle Ivory ref sheet✨

(As well as some headcanons about her)

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The top half of her hair is just Eddie’s natural hair without any glue used to hold his hair up

The rest of her hair is just extensions, but that’s a secret no one in the neighborhood knows

Despite looking physically similar to our beloved mailman, no one (aside from Frank) is able to tell that it’s Eddie under all the glitz and glam

Eddie in this persona raises his pitch up higher and puts more Tennessean twang into his accent, making Delle sound very close to Dolly Parton

Delle Ivory’s name is play on words with the word “delivery” (try saying her name five times fast and you’ll see what I mean)

The dress, sparkling boa, and whatever Eddie props uses whenever he’s in drag are unused or leftover stuff from Sally and her theater

Girl would’ve loved cuntry music😔💜

This is all just my interpretation of Eddie’s drag persona

If you have anything different in your head, please tell me because I am always up for discussion on drag! I’m no expert, I’m just starting to get more into it, but I absolutely am so willing to talk about anyone’s own ideas for this!

[sometimesanalice]

Picture Perfect

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Length: 1K

Warnings: angst and a big scoop of feels

(A what-if drabble, set in the ‘Like I Can’ universe. Can be read on its own.)

“Is Bradley my dad?”

It’s the question that's fueled your 3AM thoughts ever since you had your daughter. It’s one you’d hoped you wouldn’t have to answer until she was older, preferably when she could at least pronounce her r's.

It was inevitable, you knew. Something to be noticed at some parent teacher conference or family fun day in the future. That while most kids had a set of parents, your little family- while perfect on its own- was one short of the traditional white picket fence dream.

You just never would have expected it to come so soon.

Your chest twinges as your now-four-year-old looks up at you with her big, open-hearted doe eyes, the ones that didn’t match your own, with vanilla ice cream smeared across her sweet face.

She was a near perfect image to the man seated next to her with his own vanilla ice cream clinging to the coarse hairs of his mustache and smudged on the left corner of his mouth, but whose wide brown eyes were nearly bulging out of his head looking at you like a deer in headlights.

Bradley was the boy who’d known you when you were in pigtails. The teen who had taught you to drive before you’d had your permit. The man you’d cried to when you’d seen the two lines on a positive pregnancy test weeks after a break up with someone who never deserved access to your body, let alone entrance to your heart.

That man- the one you’d left behind without a second glance- had been all too happy to give up any claim to the little someone growing inside of you. The type who’d elected to send checks instead of birthday cards.

Your parents had wanted you to move home to be closer to them, when you’d told them the news and of your decision, but you didn’t think you could bear the whispers or the looks. Even though you’d love growing up there, returning back on your own hadn’t felt right for you.

Bradley was the one who’d convinced you to move to San Diego.

He was the one who had held your hair as you vomited morning, noon, and night during those early months. The one who had taken you out for late night milkshakes with a knowing smile when the baby craved one. The one who had held your hand and wiped your tears. The one who had stayed up late and woke up early and brought you tea and toast as you figured out how to take care of the tiny person who was an unexpected, but entirely perfect, extension of your imperfect self.

It wasn't a daydream you let yourself indulge in. To imagine what it would be like if you and Bradley were you and Bradley. Not separated by three little letters but joined by them instead.

Your tender heart was already too delicate.

He was the devastatingly handsome man who people assumed was her father- your husband, your partner- on your days out together at the beach, at the zoo, at the grocery store, and at the hanger on base when the two of you waited to welcome him home from deployments with handmade signs covered in doodles and dripping in glitter glue.

Your almost family.

He was yours for now, until he had one of his own.

You watch as the startled look on his face flickers and settles into something softer.

“No, sweet girl. Not quite, but-” Bradley starts, his eyes tender as he looks at her.

He’s already done so much for you, but this was something you had to handle on your own. You might crack, but you wouldn’t shatter.

You’re quick jump in, cutting him off, ignoring the twist of your heart in your chest, “No, peanut. He’s just your Uncle Rooster.”

The term didn’t feel big enough for who he was and what he meant to you. But it would have to do.

“Ok,” you daughter chirps with such simple acceptance. The kind that only a child so young can say with such easy unbothered surety, still soft and sheltered from the world.

You release the breath you were holding as her half-melted ice cream cone claims her attention once again. And then give Bradley a small smile, it's too hard to look at him when the sun bounces off of his wavy strands like that, before you turn your focus back on your own scoop of chocolate cherry chip.

There was no doubt in your mind, the question would come up again later. But for now your answer was enough.

Someday there might be another someone who would love you both in equal measure, but you weren’t in a rush to find them. You had all you needed.

You savor the feeling of your sweet ice cream as it melts on your tongue, listening to the waves as they meet the shore. Content in the glow of the setting sun and warmth of being surrounded by your two favorite people.

Your daughter and your Bradley.

Her Uncle Rooster.

Bradley didn’t know what to say when the miniature mirror of you, the one with the same nose that scrunched the same way when she laughed, asked if he was her father.

It was something that came up from time to time when he was lucky enough to tag along with your dynamic duo. Usually from well-meaning grandmas with warm smiles complimenting his lovely family. He’d never felt the need to correct them about the labels because the two of you were his family.

He knew your routines, he knew your likes and dislikes better than his own. He was the one who had been there to see her first smile, to cheer for her when she took her first steps. It was his name and phone number that were listed in the emergency contacts for you and for her.

Being with the two of you was so much more than he’d ever imagined it would be when he’d cradled her in his arms and whispered his promise to alway look after you both the day she was born, as you’d slept soundly next to him in the uncomfortable hospital bed exhausted from your efforts.

But looking at you now with the golden sunset illuminating your face and the little girl next to you kicking her legs as she happily licked her ice cream cone, he liked the promise future he saw in front of him. He loved the potential of what could be.

This could be more, this could be permanent, this could be forever.

It would be more than just a picture perfect moment. It could be such a picture perfect life.

He had been there for it all, he wanted to see it through to the end.

He didn’t want to miss a moment.

He didn’t want to miss his moment.

Bradley hadn’t been entirely sure how he was going to answer when he started speaking, but he knew what he wanted.

With the two of you, he could have it all.

And he’ll never forget the way air had left his lungs and his stomach dropped when you called him Uncle Rooster.

He already knows the what-ifs and if-onlys will be the newest companions to the list of things that keep him up at night.

The sound of the crashing waves was drown out by the ringing in his ears, as his double scoop of vanilla ice cream melted around his fingers steadily dripping onto the cement sidewalk beneath his feet.

The sunlight hitting the two of you is no less golden than it was before as he scooped up your quickly fading daughter from the bench overlooking the beach that the three of you had been sharing, her little arms reaching up for him. The thrill of her fourth birthday and the sugar crash catching up with her after such a big day.

That ache in his hollow chest is soothed by the way she burrows her little face into his neck, her sticky fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

He still could be a dad. He still could be a husband.

Just maybe not hers. Just maybe not yours.

This moment with your daughter snuggled against him and you tucked under his free arm on the way back to the Bronco, was still picture perfect, but only if he didn’t look too close.

The two of you would always be his family, in one way or another, and he hopes he will always belong to yours.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to send @gretagerwigsmuse your therapy bill, this is her fault.

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[zzeraphilm]

Written in the Stars

Angst - Regulus Black x F!Reader Word count: 1,163 I've been quite busy with work lately, sorry for the short one shot!

Before the summer of 1979, Regulus Black had a decently average school life. The boy found solitude in the Astronomy tower north of the castle. Far from other students and yet was drawn to one particular witch. Y/N L/N was unlike any other wizard at the school. What she lacked in social prowess, she bloomed in intimate confessions. The pair found themselves forever intertwined, always in the same class, always sat next to each other, always in the library at the same time every week. It was only a matter of time until they their time beyond academia branched into bi-weekly escapades in the Astronomy tower. At first, Regulus found it to be a hindrance to his peaceful hobby. But overtime, he craved Y/N’s presence at the mere sight of a telescope. He could feel his skin come out in hives when they were a part, he could not breathe the air that she did not exhale. In her regular outlandish character, Y/N stuck to him like glue the moment they both step foot in the tower. Their silent haven, where the heavens and stars above were their only witness. 

Tracking the stars and journeys of the planets were a veil for these evenings, both sat shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, fingers interlaced as they gaze above at the open sunset. A beautiful scene unlike any other, that would only bloom by their love. 

Y/N knew of Regulus’ dangers and tormenting life, the walls in his mind that he had built from steel and brick would only come down for her. She was determined to be his pillar, his guiding light. He was determined to never harm her, to always protect her no matter the cost. 

“Regulus, do you think you could, leave Grimmauld Place? Like your brother?” The H/C haired witch mumbled. These conversations were always met with a blank stare, the discussion of his heritage was met with destain from her partner. 

“You know it’s not that easy. That bastard ran off because he had a choice, I don’t.”

“Maybe… You could choose me. My mother won’t mind another mouth to feed, really! She loves to cook! She always makes like twelve times the recommended portion sizes! You could come with me next week, when we go back to London. My dad will drive us!” Y/N rambled, trying to ease the tense air between them. Regulus only delicately rubbed the back of her hand, his breathing steadied at the touch of Y/N skin. 

“…Perhaps mon cœur. But there’s too much expected of me this year, now that Sirius is gone. The pride and nobility of the Black family lies upon my shoulders.” 

Y/N was never fond of how her partner spoke so formally around her, the extension of his upbringing bled even into his everyday behaviour. She just wanted him to relax around her. Because to her, Regulus was not the spare turned heir. They weren’t even wizards in her eyes. Just two kids in love who want to spend every waking hour together. 

“I know that, but what I’m trying to say is that, I’m always here for you Reg!” She turns her head to face him, his eyes slightly widened like a deer in headlights, she grips his hand with both of her own, the veins along his boney hands were pumping his blue blood rapidly, she could taste his anxieties. 

“I just don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Then hurt me. Reggie, I’m not the delicate doll you think me to be. I am here for you. Because I want you. If it means I get hurt just for being with you then so be it. Because you are who I care about and love. Screw those mad preaching twats, I just want you.” He did not need to speak, Y/N knew him from the way he breathes, speaks and walks. She knows, all that Regulus had to do was come to her.

Before nightfall, the two kissed a goodnight blessing and parted ways to their respected houses. Despite his standing as a Slytherin in Hogwarts, Y/N did not care for the stares from his fellow green scaled classmates. But Regulus Black was not one for social rejection. He had kept his relationship with Y/N as discreetly as he can, only ever brushing his hand against hers for a millisecond whenever they passed in the halls. He made sure that their meetings could easily be read as merely coincidence. But the cunning snakes of his house were not foolish. They know how to plot and scheme in secret. To them, Regulus was obvious and they hated how he reeked of Y/N’s perfume every time he stepped foot in the common room. He would persistently deny that he ever cared for what others thought of him, he knew that he mustn’t tarnish the Black name. Toujours pur. Since Sirius’ excommunication from the family, he represents the family name in Hogwarts. He is to carry his family’s reputation for the future of the wizarding world. He knew the weight that he must carry. 

But Y/N was everything he ever wanted, and everything that his family hated. She was a Gryffindor, she lacked any class or etiquette, and most of all, she was muggle born. He cursed the stars for shining their light towards her, he did not wish to have a beacon of light, he had finally accepted that anchor that ties him to the darkness. Yet there she was, a beam of hope that was merely inches away from his grasp. If he could only reach out, maybe this summer he could escape his destiny. 

That night before he could even shut his eyes, a familiar owl perched on the distant window sill of the dungeon. A letter flew down from the crack of the window, and landed in front of him, the parchment was coarse, his name scribbled on with black ink and the recognisable stamp from his home. The Black sigil only meant one thing. Upon opening it, there was nothing else written on it other than the words:

You will leave for home tomorrow morning. 

Before he could say his goodbyes, he wrote his final letter to Y/N L/N. 

Mon cœur, This arrangement has been the pleasure of a lifetime. But we are still from different worlds. Do not come for me, do not reach out to me.  I will always be grateful for what we had.  Je t’aime, jusqu’à mon dernier souffle.  R.

Regulus did not take the Hogwarts Express back to London with Y/N like they had planned. Regulus Black’s destiny did not lie in his hands, he couldn’t grasp whatever life rope Y/N L/N dangled in front of him. Regulus Black knew that the stars only charted towards his sinful fate. Regulus Black never got to board the Hogwarts Express ever again. 

[doodlenoodleboi]

Hiii, could you possibly write some headcanons for Nakedtoaster from Blooming Panic with a s/o that often cosplays?

NakedToaster head cannons for cosplayer significant other.

Tw: random tags for exposure (since I’m somehow getting hate for tags just ignore it if it’s not your kinda content. The tags for less known media are not often followed because the fandom is practically dead), SFW

◦ Being a cosplayer is very time extensive, making your own props, the costume and everything else.

◦ Toasty does try his best to help you when he can with these time extensive cosplays. Whether it be bringing your food while you do your project, Or trying to a glue a fake hairline to a character wig.

◦ He would be very excited if you cosplayed a character from one of the video games he plays. (Final Fantasy)

◦ If you’re POC and get a lot of backlash for your cosplay online best believe he has xyx troll those people.

◦ When dealing with your ex (that is if you have one or if we are talking about what happened in blooming panic.) he would definitely send the guy a virus if he ever try to get in contact with you in a way that could be negative.

◦ Toasty has nice silky soft hair even with the damage it has with stained from possible dyes. (I hope he is a natural blond so the roots don’t look too bad)

◦ He is heavily supportive of your cosplaying, especially as a guy that likes video games. (probably would like anime as well.)

◦ As his girlfriend you either like video games before dating him or he does eventually get you interested in it.

◦ Not gonna lie for a good chunk of your relationship you’re definitely gonna come off as the gamer girl type. Cosplay + video games + anime? What more could the guy ask for. (whether it’s that pink aesthetic type or I just happened to like all those things type)

◦ He would definitely try to pay for your cosplay and video games, of course given the fact that you guys do share an interest.(If it’s your hobbies)

◦ If you do cosplay as a job, he would find that really cool, he might even have some requests. (Literally any Final Fantasy character.)

◦ Yes, this is not really a headcanon, but I think Toasty would look good in Sephiroth cosplay and probably would be a little too excited to actually be in character if you ever made a cosplay for him.

◦ In his office or whatever a lot of your cosplay prompts are there for decoration or you made them for him things like cloud strife’s sword.

◦ If he had interest in a show or a new game he’d probably want you to watch it with him if he found a character that he thought you could cosplay well.

◦ Toast is definitely a monster energy consumer and definitely offers you some when you’re working on long projects of cosplaying.

◦ Toast is 29 after all get him one of those flower pillows for his gamer chair or the cat paw one. I know his posture is bad.

◦ Also, something else that’s not quite a head canon, but something I can relate to an extent. When doing something repetitive for a long time you tend to watch something. Like when I’m doing my hair and braids that take hours on end I watch gaming videos. I feel like his cosplayer significant other would watch him play video games while they decided to hot glue or sew ruffles on a skirt or something.

◦ Truly, out of the two of you toast is definitely going out gammer girl you with his strawberry blonde hair and PC set up.

Sorry this was a bit short!

[mycartoonmonster]

Bill Cipher and Mabel Pines Similarities

Both are Agents of Chaos that can cause chaos without much issue and quite easily(Bill leaning into Chaotic Evil while Mabel leans into Chaotic Good/Neutral)

Both LOVE to party and more often than not are the souls of the party.

Both are creative and have a weird, wild imagination.

Both have a sense of style (Bill's tophat and bowtie and Mabel with her sweaters and with her headpieces and hair accesories) with them having what's possible the most extensive wardrobe among the show's cast-Mabel changes sweaters in all episodes and Bill uses different hats across the book as well as changing his clothes to match what the pages show. Both of them starting to be stylish from a very young age.

Both seem really fond of tophats or hats and formal attires in general- Mabel dresses Waddles with a top-hat in Carpet Diem, does have a pen with a top-hat wearing dog, likes the idea of double hats in her guide to fashion and when Dipper comes with the game DD&MD she suggests he found dogs with hats and she's delighted at the idea of making dresses with her glue gun for the Northwest's party where Bill shows great pride on his tophat and affirms he looks great in formal wear.

Both have guides to everything where they talk about similar topics (love and fashion) even if these contain wrong info due to their POVs like with facts about the human body and the origins of stickers and color.

Both aren't disturbed by weird stuff but actually seem rather attracted to it, with both being fond of or fans of supernatural creatures as seen with Bill´s page about cryptids and Mabel being delighted at the possibility that her boyfriend in Tourist Trapped turns out to be a vampire.

Both like to use make-up and do makeovers, both in physical appearence and interior design (Mabel constantly playing it with her friends and she remodels the Hand witch's cave and Bill does mention makeovers are needed so your partner doesn't find about your blood soaked past, comments on his new 3D look to Ford and designed the Fearamid-getting upset over the door being destroyed)

Both are artists but specialize better in other areas of design (Both do have bit of a sketchy/scribbly style when it comes to certain stuff like Bill drawing himself or the Catticatures but Bill has shown to have a knack for graphic design as seen in his book or with the Fearamid and Mabel can knit and sculpt-one that was so real that Stan almost thinks it's Ford-and also has an eye for room decoration as seen with her part of the room she shares with Dipper or the Hand Witch's Cave)

Both are loners who can attract people to them thanks to their charm and personality (Bill with his love of chaos became friends with the henchmaniacs whereas Mabel instantly clicked with Candy and Greta by being weirdos not as popular as Pacifica and her friends)

Both hold themselves in high regard-Mabel's confident in her own habilities, charm and traits vs Bill's ego-but deep down are insecure about how others perceive them.

They sometimes choose violence

Both have a laugh that can result annoying to some

Both dont seemingly have a nice indoor voice; with Bill thinking in capital letters and Mabel is known for being rather loud.

Both rarely take off their characteristic pieces of clothing like the sweater or his hat and bowtie and if they do it's only for brief periods of time (Mabel takes her sweater off after she's humilated by Pacifica and doesn't put it back on for a few hours in Pioneer Day and she use that much on Deep Dive due to the massive heat or her being in a swimsuit and Bill takes his hat to wipe it clean after his first fight with the gang or just to tip Dipper in his dream in Sock Opera and to show Ford the last atoms of Euclydia)

Both see themselves as underappreciated in their time (Bill in his home dimension and Mabel claims to be underappreciated in ep 4)

Both have been chastized/mocked for being themselves (Bill by talking about the stars or the 3rd dimension and Mabel by her goofiness)

Both dislike certain types of music (Country in Mabel's case synthethised music in Bill's case)

Both taught/showed stuff to women they shouldn't have (Mabel showed the pioneers how to high five, told her they would vote much later on, showed her glowing shoes and Bill by showing them witchcraft when disguised as a goat)

Both have eaten stuff they shouldn't or isn't normal to consume (Illegal punch, alcoholic dream beverages, spiders and his exoskeleton in Bill's case whereas Mabel constantly eats raw sugar, drank her conccoction Mabel juice, munched on a leaf and took too much smile dip as well as getting one trip to the hospital for eating scratch and sniff stickers)

Both got intoxicated once-Mabel with the smile dip to the point she could see magic dogs and Bill with alcohol at a bar.

Both turn to drinks when upset over things not going their way or something of theirs is ruined.

Both think messing with Dipper is fun and both saw his search history.

Both like to tease Dipper about his crush on Wendy-Mabel throughout season 1 whereas Bill does point it out to his clones in the deleted Dreamscaperers dream sequence with Dipper and Bill and Bill makes nods to that in his book like when talking about Wendy's dreams or when he brings up his search history which include stuff like her social media and pictures of lumberjack redheads.

Both have written stuff in Journal 3 and or used it for personal use-Bill writing codes and secret messages and later using the pages and personal notes of Ford to plaster them in his own book and Mabel used it for her play to impress Gabe and wrote in it after the events of Sock Opera and The last Mabelcorn.

Both like karaoke and had a karaoke night with a Stan Twin.

Both can be selfish when putting their wants and needs over other's (at least Mabel recognizes her mistakes, apologizes for them and learn from them)

Both have messed with animals (Mabel was pretending to be a ventriloque with a seagull, played matchmaker with an owl, got banned from a petting zoo by recreating an unicorn with a horse, a traffic cone and duct tape and punched an unicorn in the face while Bill messes with a deer's teeth and in the deleted storyboards for Weirdmageddon he forced a passing deer to kiss Ford's golden statue)

Both tried to trick gnomes to do their job-Mabel's attempt in Gideon Rises at least worked for a while whereas Bill couldn't as they were, according to Bill, too dumb to manipulate.

Both had people younger than them interested in them (Gideon,a ten year old in Mabel's case and Bill is waaaaaaaay older than Ford in human terms)

Both dont like homework.

Both refer to Ford as Fordsy.

Both are among the only people Ford feels comfortable showing his hands.

Both like rolling on grass.

Both seem to have similar tastes in books-Bill wrote erotica with The Love Triangle and Grenda brought her mom's age inappropiate love novels to a sleepover so they could all read them and we have a page where it shows what seem to be not only movies but books that parody sagas like twilight

Both have created sock pupets of someone (Bill of Ford and Mabel out of herself and Dipper among other people in Gravity Falls)

Both recognize McGucket's mind is badly messed up-This being among the few things that shook Bill.

Both view Toby Determinated as a very strange person to the point Bill himself says he tracks with other Cryptids even if he cant prove he's actually one.

Both have a pet (Mabel has Waddles while Bill thinks of Teeth as one)

Both had possesion of people they saw as their pets they didnt wanna get rid of for a while, becoming angry and agressive at the possibility of them being taken away or leaving them behind cause both seek affection they found in them (The Several Times band and Ford Pines) but at least Mabel learned to let them go.

Both like to showcase their teeth in pictures

Both like running things in their own ways and were the respective bosses of certain places for some time-The Mystery Shack and Nightmare realm.

Both seem to like cinema, especially animation (Bill makes references to movies such as Chicago with the "We both reached for the gun" as well as dorothy and her pet from the wizard of oz in the deleted page where we´re shown his autonomy, referenced Chernabog from Disney´s Fantasia or other horror movies in his book and refers to rubberhose animation as a riot or the "dark arts" in a fond tone and Mabel has seen an anime movie parody of Spirited Away a great number of times-82-,grew up on High School musical like movies, constantly watches the movies that featured Ryler and Crash)

Both have what could be considered "odd" fears-Mabel fears Stop Motion and Bill cant stand 3D glasses among blinds and TV static.

Both like to add smiley faces to things.

The have figurines of members of the Pines Family and/or the town.

Both use white out, crayons to scratch things they dont like out of books like how Bill covers the section of the Great Gatsby, the section of his exes, the Euclydian massacre part, the Oracle as part of the Henchmaniacs and the Guide to cannibalism in his book when Ford confronts him about his origins and Mabel in how she covers the dialog of the comic's characters in Lost Legends or some things in her writing journal 3.

Both dont like the idea of time moving foward-with Bill saying it in Journal 3 and considering the idea of stopping time moving as something fun

Both became gods of destruction twice, first time accidental and second time with full intention (Mabel by giving away the Rift and later destroying MabelLand while Bill by accidently setting his home dimension ablaze and later on with Weirdmageddon)

Both in a way created their own paradise; MabelLand and Weirdmageddon, with both of them saying the party will never end

Both have places with their name on it-MabelLand and Billvile

Both, in the realms they reign over, can make something happen by doing hand gestures like clasping hands or snapping their fingers; Mabel can manifest whatever she wants by clapping her hands in MabelLand (also we have the Mabel's guide to stickers where she removes Dipper with a snap, yelling edit, and adds stuff she likes instead) and Bill can twist reality as he sees fit in the mindscape and Weirdmageddon and can manipulate neurons as he likes to give people pleasure or pain and rearrange them so the victim can forget memories or have them constantly hearing an ever increasing tune or have their optic nerves rearranged so their sight is upside down.

Although their paradise is meant to be lawless there are unspoken rules people must follow to stay there like obeying Bill and not bringing up reality.

Their residence in said paradise is at the top of towers built to their liking.

Both of them have artworks that depict them with crowns in the places they rule.

Both regret what they did even if it was 100% accidental-Weirdmageddon and the Euclydian Massacre

They were indirectly responsible for the creations of holes and cracks on the Earth-Bill with the Bottomless pit and Mabel with a crater dubbed Mabel's fault by Dipper in Lost Legends.

Both seem rather good at golf.

Both got injured with paint in their eyes (Mabel accidently doing it to herself and Bill thanks to Mabel)

Both have a couple of exes, with at least one of them being human (despite Bill saying he doesn't have any, he's implied to have had relationships with different people like Bloody Mary or the Void and we have the situationship he had with Ford)

When it comes to flirting they propose the idea of marriage

Both have wrong views or are misguided when it comes to love (Bill has the twisted idea that the love cage is the way to go if you want to be loved, thinking fear and love are the same and that loving means possesion while Mabel has been spoon fed and grew up in teen romance movies with romanticed versions of love and relationships all her life, her love tests are kinda unvalid or serve as a true guide for romance and she even states if you and your partner dont match you must force it to be ideal for eachother which can be taken the wrong way and she´s untrained in the subject regardless if her attempts at matchmaking have worked/are at least somewhat stable and she's still a child learning about life)

Both dressed in similar ways when it comes to playing cupid

Both had an archnemesis/rivalry with someone who's supposed to be the opposite of them but that also share some similarities with-Pacifica and Ford.

Both were in jail for a few hours-County jail for falsifying money and for wrecking a restaurant and harming the bystanders before the Henchmaniacs got him out.

Both have a criminal record (Mabel-falsifying money and Bill-manslaugther, physical assault, fraud and/or extorsion, theft, stalking, destruction of property and disturbance of the peace)

Both cant deal with Mabel's brain for too long; Mabel grew tired of other alternative versions of herself and Bill almost blows his cover when angry after everything he had to do in her brain and learning little to nothing he could exploit for his own plans.

Both dont like dealing with/talking of alternative versions of them that are their opposites-Anti-Mabel and Anti-Bill Cipher

They leave an "I was here" sign with their names

Both are seen as goth by Alex Hirsch (A non canon grown up version of Mabel drawn by Hirsch shows her being goth while Bill was described as a goth girl by Alex)

Golden statues

When the possiblity of death is near them; they say similar phrases:

Both are implied to be queer or at least bisexual (Mabel is implied to be bi thanks to several heart stickers linking her to to the bisexual flag as well as being included in the Chibi Tiny Tales Pride Video and some of Bill´s implied exes are female like Bloody Mary or the Black Hole, Bill´s has an article which says "Lock up your wives and husbands, folks!" showing he´s also interested in men, during his time as Silas Birchtree he attempted to get as many wives as possible in his cult and whatever Ford and Bill had was certainly not heteronormative in any way)

Both think highly of Quentin Trembley

Both were denied positions of power by the goverment-Mabel isnt recognized as a congress woman as they dont value Trembley's opinion and the founding fathers refused to make deals with Bill

Both use variations of their names such as William Lucipher and Mableangelo and Lady Mabelton or use different allieses Mr. Upsidedowningtonand and Vinegar Pete

Both of them do covers/their own version of real life songs such as We'll Meet Again and Call Me Maybe

Both keep collections or souvenirs of the adventures the Pines family go through

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nina the killer hcs

(with a little bit of toby)

note: art by @crushedsweets

sorry this is short!! i had to pump out some writing to try and get over my writing block :')

nina loves piercings sm. it's no doubt, honestly. she def has her bellybutton pierced, her tongue, nostril and her ears. she has an industrial on her right and her thirds on both ears. 

to add on to this, she's 100% pierced toby. she probably gave him his eyebrow, and septum. he probably got his labret pierced at some point, but due to his lack of pain (and general forgetfulness) he didn't take the best care of it, not using the antiseptic spray and it eventually got infected and taken out. 

nina has literally every nail polish colour available and constantly does her nails. she doesn't really like the feeling of nail glue and acrylics so she typically grows out her nails and paints them. 

she also owns arm and leg warmers in pretty much every colour. she has every colour of basically everything from hair extensions to funky socks with cool patterns to a monster can collection on a shelf in her room.

she takes super good care of herself. she only buys the best products for herself, expensive and high quality make-up and self-care products.

she loves making gifts for people. shes a gift-giver, and when she isn't making gifts, shes stealing them.