#I LOVE THE MASK AND THE HAIR AND THE BRIGHT COLORS AND THE MAKEUP AND CONTACTS IT ALL COMES TOGETHER SO NICELY

[etheries1015]

Fem!MC X platonic Twst - missing the "girly" things.

General warnings: Fem reader, very Self-indulgent. If you don't relate, please keep scrolling along <3 not very proofread. No pronouns are used, but the concept of "girliness" and "girlhood" is very strong.

The boys have noticed their prefect act a bit different lately...a cloud of loneliness hovered over your head. As the only girl of Night Raven College, it was incredibly easy to feel left out and miss the things you were once interested in back in your world. You held a strong façade of prestige and uncaringness, but what happens when that mask begins to crack? How will the boys of NRC put your woes at rest? ...with a wonderful slumber party, of course!

First coming to Twisted Wonderland, not many could tell you were well-versed (Or at the very least, incredibly interested) in clothing, face Care, and jewelry. Although your personality screamed more or less "Gremlin" at times, and were a "well-known and respected honor student" all the same- you had a rather "girly" side to yourself.

However, you had limited options on having a non-existent budget, but a few of the students took notice of the longing in your eyes whenever you passed by something you desired to have back in your life. The cute earrings, the pretty dresses and skirts, the headbands...a mix of classy and modern, things of that nature.

The first time you were able to get your hands on a half way decent outfit that suited your tastes and you wore it out, others stared in shock. You were still the cheery and "weird" gremlin prefect that had crude humor and silly dance moves, yet something about seeing you in such...frills and 'flamboyance' was not what they were expecting. It suited you, though.

You soon found yourself being handed such outfits. Vil had taken it upon himself to gift you expensive brand outfits that he saw your eye when walking around town, Malleus gifting you a few outfits from Briar Valley that he felt would suit your tastes, Kalim gifting you the cutest earrings he had ever seen (little fruit charms, bows, all sorts of colors and unique charms). Even Riddle introduced you to tea cups that fit your aesthetic to decorate your kitchen with!

Though, the more they saw this side of you, an influx of confessions also came in toe. You were revered as the only female in school (who also managed to stay at the top of the score board, despite your magicless disposition). This came with the struggle of being pursued, more so after they could see just how cute you could dress yourself up.

Despite all these new changes, you felt a tinge of... sadness. You were happy that they were all willing to accept you with open arms and indulge in your desires such as gifting you the cutest of plushies, clothes, jewelry, decor... that didn't stop you from missing fun slumber parties, girl talk with friends, giggling about your love lives, sharing clothes and doing each others makeup and painting nails. You confided all of this to the number one group you could have possibly spoke to about these issues of yours.

the pop music club.

A knock came upon the door at odd hours of the night, upon opening it in your nightgown, you revealed quite a sight. Cater, Kalim, and Lilia along with a few other choice students were all in gorgeous nightgowns, their hair done up, holding blankets and pillows with hands full of bags of what you could tell were snacks, makeup, nail polish, and other slumber party commodities. With a bright smile on your face and a giddy giggle, you let them in gushing about their cute appearances. You all lay out the blankets and pillows in front of the TV in the lounge (kindly gifted to you by Idia) and pulled out the snacks and lay them out for everyone to grab at in their leisure.

"We aren't girls," Lilia pointed out, "But at the very least we can enjoy the things you mentioned before! Oh how I love a good love story, shall we share our love lives?"

"We can do that while we put on these face masks! Look, this one is a panda!" Kalim exclaimed, holding up a large bag of face masks and other types of...random things he thought would suit the party. (He pulled out one of those toe dividers for nail polish, he had no clue what it was but Jamil told him he would need it for later.)

"Oh, I brought you this super cute and frilly nightgown (y/n), Trey said one of his sisters didn't wear it anymore and he thought it would look good on you. Go! Try it on, Then we can take a BUNCH of magicam photos. Don't we look like pretty dolls?!" Cater gushed, handing you the night gown. You took it with grace and skipped away to your room, giddy and unable to hold back your excitement.

It wasn't long for more guests to arrive in frilly pajamas and cutesy hair accessories. A string of familiar faces entered, and you soon found yourself braiding the hair of Leona, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Silver...You were shocked to see even Epel made an appearance simply to make you happy.

"I learned how to braid a little bit," Silver smiled gently at you, "And a few other hairstyles. I would be happy to try them on you," He said. You looked at Silvers' perfectly French braided hair and makeup that made him look nothing less than an angel, you nodding in immediate trust. You soon had hair that was done so elegantly, adorned with flowers and gems.

"Let's be clear, I ain't a girl!...but.." Epel blushed, "I-if it'll make you happy...i'll let ya braid my hair. Just this once!"

Floyd and Jade even came along with their faces caked with makeup and the most flamboyant nightgowns you have ever seen, laughing away at their silliness.

"Look Floyd," Jade pointed at your makeup which was lightly placed on by his hand, "I told you these colors perfectly suits (y/n)'s skin." Floyd boo'd and insisted to take off the colors Jade had chosen, holding out the most...vibrant and interesting color palate to exist. You only laughed and backed away, shaking your head and begging floyd to leave your precious face alone.

They truly indulged in everything you had missed out on, even if they weren't your "girlfriends," they were so adamantly ready to try, simply to see you smile once more.

It was a night of snacks, makeup, nail painting, chick flicks, karaoke, gossiping, and frilly fun. You truly underestimated just how much the boys took a liking to you and wished to ease your worries and make you feel a little more at home, and you couldn't have asked for better friends than them.

[itoshi-s]

anon requested: rin + "why do you keep marking me up? it's hard to mask and people are staring..." // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wk: 1.5k. cw: mildly suggestive, fem coded reader, mention of bruises/hickeys, fluff. rin wears a panda headband i want to eat him whole

standing in front of your full-width bathroom mirror at 6:43 am, eyes still bleary with sleep and hair sticking out in odd directions, you think you just might actually hate your boyfriend.

you know he doesn't exactly mean to do it - but all sense of rationality is long forgotten when the bright violet, reddish bruises are the first thing you notice in your reflection.

with a sigh, you put your fluffy headband on, keeping every hair out of your face, then start applying makeup. you'll have to be quick with it this time, too - you have hit snooze once or twice, and you certainly don't want to be late, yet still have something else than your face to spend time on camouflaging.

the soft playlist you've put on helps calm some of the annoyance that bubbles in your chest as you hum along under your breath, curling your lashes and applying a final coat of mascara. you put on your lip gloss, smacking your lips as you stare at your reflection, and as the initial bleariness of waking up dies down, you actually feel more amused than irritated upon the sight of hickeys littered down your neck.

rin's a possessive lover. he wants - needs - to feel every inch of your skin under his large, roaming hands. he grabs and kneads the flesh, holds it in a tight grip when he manhandles you however he seems fit. when in the moment, rin doesn't pay any mind whether it leaves marks - in fact, there are times when he wants it more than anything, like when you get home from a party looking just a tad too pretty and the green eyed monster creeps up on him. just want to mark up what's mine, the teal-eyed would mumble, laying on his tummy as he glares at you childishly.

you adore his passionate nature - feel on top of the world and like the most beautiful thing to exist when he gives you that look, overcome with love and desire.

but, for the love of god, you appreciate your sleep and sanity just as much, you think as you dab on the third layer of thick concealer, stacked on top of color corrector that really fucking struggles to balance out the purple hues.

you check the time, realizing you've got to leave the house in half an hour now, and that rin's alarm should go off in a minute or two.

as if on cue, there's a pair of footsteps approaching the bathroom door, then they're pushed open to reveal your boyfriend in all his sleepy glory.

shirtless and rubbing at his eyes, rin yawns as he makes his way over to your side of the bathroom counter. he circles an arm around your waist, broad chest feeling warm against your fluffy robe, and he sighs as his head drops to your shoulder.

"hi," rin mumbles, voice hoarse and gravelly with sleep as his lips move against the bare skin on your neck. he kisses a birthmark there and gives your waist a squeeze, turquoise gaze meeting your reflection in the mirror with an appreciative hum. "y'look nice, baby." a pause, "no eyeliner today?"

you just give a gentle shake of your head, eyebrows twitching to furrow and lips almost curling into a smirk. he's so, so clueless - it's endearing, in a way, you think as you watch him slip away and stand by the second sink.

"mm. don't have time for it today." you say softly, stuffing your powder brush back into your makeup bag and zipping it close.

perhaps your voice sounds a bit too quiet, or the exhaustion is still prominent on your features despite the glowy products you so carefully put on, cause rin's eyes drift back to life and gleam with worry.

he turns the faucet on and fiddles with the temperature, giving your face an once-over in the mirror before turning to the sink again.

"oh." he nods, fingers reaching for the fluffy, panda-eared headband you took off barely a few seconds ago. pulling it on with ease, rin wants to say something more, but dismisses it and goes to wash his face instead.

the water, as nice as it feels on his face, doesn't wash off any of this funny, uneasy feeling. is something wrong? are you mad at him? do you feel bad and shouldn't go to work today? (he will make you call it off if that's the case. there's no way you're going in sick.)

there's many possibilities, and he won't be certain until he asks. dabbing his face off with a towel, rin clears his throat to speak before turning to you - but you beat him to it.

"rin," you begin, voice sounding so resigned it makes his brows knit together. "why do you keep marking me up?"

blinking not once, not twice, but perhaps a few times too many, he does look so clueless, so silly, you have to bite back a laugh. you're supposed to be annoyed with him - but how can you really, when he's just doing all that out of bottomless, unconditional love?

continuing, "it's hard to mask and people are staring..." you trail off, giving yourself a glance in the mirror, head tilting to show more of the poorly concealed marks, as if to prove your point.

you look back at rin, who now doesn't look as puzzled anymore. instead, there's a slight frown settled in his pretty features, long lashes still damp and stuck together, lips pulled into a tight line that almost resembles a pout.

the black, fluffy ears sticking out from messy green hair really sell the look, though.

"what do you mean?" rin argues, and you go to sigh, crossing your arms. "you cover these up?"

your eyes widen, snapping over to the striker's face again. for a second, you think you've misheard him - but in fact, he does look as serious as it gets. your heart jolts with shock, flabbergasted at how truly, utterly shameless he is.

"rin!" you gasp, finger pointing to the side of your neck in exasperation. "of course i do! i can't go around work like that," you insist, tugging the hem of your robe to the side.

the man scowls, eyes trained on the faint pinks and purples. "well i don't see anythin' wrong with it," he deadpans and your shoulders slump in defeat. rin turns to face the mirror again, reaching for his toothbrush.

"everyone else does," you whine, pulling at the tie around your waist and sliding the robe off. you go to hang it up, then reach for the clothes you've neatly folded and laid on the counter last night. "i... like the way they look. and feel." you start bashfully, eyes trained on the ground when you step into your dress pants and swiftly pull them up your legs.

rin smirks at that, just slightly before you can see it and smack it right off his face.

you're quiet for a second, and rin takes the time to trail his eyes down your body as he sticks the toothbrush in his mouth. well, to be fair, there are quite a few bruises littered all over, some darker than others. there's a bite mark-shaped one, too, right on the swell of your breast, which you go to cover with the skin tight long sleeve you put on next.

(he fears your reaction when you go to look into the mirror and see it peeking out the neckline.)

it might irk you, and make people uncomfortable or amused, even - but he loves the way they look on your skin, a sharp contract to the smooth, glowy canvas, momentarily stained with his love that runs oh, so feverishly through every single cell in his body.

isn't it only natural he wants to find an output for it and eventually mark what's his?

"but-" you continue, fixing the gold charm between your breasts, the small, zirconia-studded R glimmering under the bathroom lights. "i'd appreciate it if you... kept it down." you mumble, looking up at rin again and your gaze meets his in the mirror.

rin rolls his eyes dramatically, lips quirking up into a ghost of a smile as he brushes his teeth. perhaps, he can try and opt for more... hidden places. it's not ideal - the need to showcase his claim on you still as strong as ever - but not everyone can pay so little mind to what others think of him like he does. certainly, you can't. not with your line of work, either.

he knows, and that's why it almost feels funny when his heart thumps in his chest with refusal. maybe he is a little immature, in a way - but maybe, it's not such a bad thing at all. not when it's your love that makes him feel like a kid, carefree and playful again.

"fine." rin grumbles, words muffled around the brush as he works it on the back of his teeth, sending you an amused look that has your tummy doing flips. "will hav'ta find other ways to mark my territory, though."

[danikamariewrites]

can i request a cassian x reader with her being hyperfeminine and cassian being very masculine, like I think they would make such a good couple, him taking care of her and her taking him on shopping sprees and dresses him up and they just look so cute next to eachother bc they’re literally polar opposites. he has his fighting leathers on snd she has the cutest dresses on😩 reader being obsessed with skincare, makeup, hair, literally being a girly girl👀 and imagine she gets hit on or is insulted by someone and cass just steps in like the man he is😟🤍 HE IS SO SEXY

Cassian with a hyperfeminine mate hc

A/n: omg anon I love this idea sm it’s so cute ☺️

Warnings: none

You two are complete polar opposites when it comes to fashion

Where you’re bright colors and bubbly, Cassian is all basics nothing extra and all black clothes

Cassian thinks you’re the most precious little thing in the whole world

And while the general does look sexy in black you love seeing him in colors every once in a while

You do you’re makeup almost everyday and it always matches your outfits perfectly

Cassian doesn’t know how your eyelashes get so much volume but he drops to his knees whenever you bat them at him

The only thing Cassian ever took care of before he met you was his hair

It’s so long and beautiful so of course he’s going to take good care of it

But then you come along and show him all the hair treatments he can do and hair masks

Cassian loves when you do his hair treatments for him bc you give him a scalp massage and rub his temples and he becomes so relaxed

You talked him into letting you do a makeover on him once

You plucked his eyebrows, shaved his face, waxed him, skin care and everything

He would never admit it to his brothers but he loved how he felt after

Cassian also loves the attention and intimacy of you taking care of him like that

He’s amazed that you constantly do this for yourself too

Now once a week you two have face mask night and snack and gossip

Your dresses, shoes, and accessories always match

You’re like Night Court Barbie

Whenever Cassian takes you shopping he always takes you out to eat first bc no one should shop on an empty stomach

And he gets you your favorite drink to-go like an iced coffee or tea

Cassian is such a gentleman when it comes to you

Always holding doors open for you

Pushing your chair in when you sit down

If it rains he holds the umbrella for you

If there’s a giant puddle in the way he picks you up and carries you over it so your shoes and dress stay dry

When you two go shopping you always demand to pick out two colorful items for Cassian and he has to wear them

It’s never anything to over the top, you still want him to be comfortable

You love nights out with the IC

You and Mor have a tradition of getting ready together and started to include Feyre when she came along

If you were ever uncomfortable at the bar you were at Cassian would not be afraid to step up and protect you

You’d cling to him after and he wouldn’t leave your side for the rest night

Cassian would always have his arm around you or his hand on the small of your back

When he goes away you’re always sad for the first few days and so is he

In the few days leading up to his departure you’re inseparable, constantly cuddling on the couch or having lazy days in bed while he reads to you

Before he leaves you always sneak in your favorite little blanket with your perfume on it in his bag and somehow manage to tie one of your hair ribbons on his bun

It’s usually a baby pink color

He pretends to be annoyed but if there ever came a day where you stopped putting ribbons in his hair he’d probably die of a broken heart

You just wanted to make sure he had a piece of you with him while he was gone so he wouldn’t be too homesick

[kairiscorner]

Hello! Can I ask for a scenario where Spider-Noir meets the reader who is a Barbie? I LOVED THE NEW BARBIE MOVIE and wanted to know how Spider-Noir would get along with a Barbie reader. I think they would make a nice couple, they are the total Barbenheimer.

You can have them meet in the events of the first movie by making reader Barbie as spider-woman or by having them meet in the spider-noir dimension. As you like, but I would like to emphasize the great color contrast between the dark palette of Noir with the colorful pinks of the Barbie reader.

Crystal ✨💞

HI AGAIN !!! OMG YES PLEASEEEE my barbie brainrot refuses to go and so does my atsv brain rot so...... i hope you like this :DDD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

pretty in pink, great in gray

"oh, and before anything else, there's someone who's running fashionably late. sorry fellas, she had to fix up her makeup and hair, it's a very important priority of hers, as you can see." noir told the others as they looked at him in confusion. soon, their spider senses all turned on as they sensed yet another one of their kind in the room. "oh, well hello, cuties!" exclaimed a cheery voice from above as they heard the faint clacking of stilettos on the ceiling, pretty pink and glittery ones, in fact. they looked up and saw, hanging from the ceiling, a spider woman dressed in hot and light pink. she waved to them, with the others awkwardly waving back at her confused.

the spider woman from above shot out a pretty pink web from her pink webshooter and swung down after doing a somersault in the air and landing on her feet, with one in front of the other as they pointed outwardly in the opposite directions, a bright smile on her face still as she looked at everyone; all of which were thoroughly impressed by her acrobatic capabilities. "can you please adopt me?" gwen whispered underneath her breath as she looked at the woman in front of them intently. the spider woman giggled and walked forward to extend her hand to them all.

"spider barbie, at your service! it's so lovely to meet you all, and you, dear... of course, i will adopt you! would you like to live in my dream house or would you like me to arrange for the construction women back in barbieland to design a house of your choosing?" she asked gwen as gwen held on to miles from both sheer excitement and thoroughly getting weirded out. "did she just say she was barbie, or..." "pretty sure she said she was barbie." miles replied in a manner that showed he was just as stunned as gwen was.

noir moved to the front of their little group and shook barbie's hand first. "nice to meet you, barbie. i'm parker, peter benjamin parker, not to be confused with this guy." noir said as he pointed his thumb at peter b, who folded his arms and shrugged. barbie smiled widely at the monochromatic man as she held his hand tightly and shook it back. "and nice to meet you, peter!" she responded as she noted how dark peter's whole get up was. "i must say, i love the shades you've got going on here. i was considering making a darker outfit for myself, but pink feels more natural for me. i love how you look by the way, it's so... mysterious." she said as peter chuckled and scratched a little at the side of his head. dare he say miss barbara here was flustering him a little with her charisma and cheeriness.

"why, thank you, barbie. i love the abundance of... pink in your costume. very striking, and very powerful, i must say." he said with a slight smile underneath his mask as barbie's smile widened. she thanked peter, and the two went on and on about each other's costumes and quirks that came with them. they were hitting it off so fast, surprisingly. the group was actually questioning if what they were seeing was reality; because even though all of them are quite weird already as mutant spider people (and animal) a real, live, talking and walking barbie was also a mutant spider woman and was getting along well with the dark, brooding, and mysterious version of peter parker?

"so... care to maybe visit my dream house sometime, peter?" barbie offered noir, to which he felt a little flushed in the face at the prospect of visiting the beautiful woman's plastic home. "i... i'd be delighted to, my dear." he responded, to which barbie clasped her hands together in delight. soon, she wrapped her arms around noir, who tensed up a little at the abruptness of the situation, but loved every second of it. "this has got to be the craziest sight i've ever seen in my life." peter b said in tired disbelief as gwen and miles held themselves back from begging barbie to show them more of her pastel pink moves, and with peni and ham teasing them from behind about this new little couple they have in the group. well, not quite couple yet; barbie can be barbie without her ken, or peter--but she can be her own spider barbie with a spider man. it's not spider barbie with her spider man, it's spider barbie and spider man.

a/n: I NEED THE BARBIE MOVIE TO BE STREAMING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @maxoloqy @fictarian

[thatsexcpisces]

Random things I associate with each rising sign 💌

Aries rising:

Confidence, sharp eyebrows, being outspoken, lots of tattoos, prominent forehead, going to the gym, frat parties, short temper, courage, impulsive decisions, taking control of a room, finishing in first place, blasting loud music, trusting yourself, traveling

Taurus rising:

Sophisticated taste in restaurants, natural beauty, good food lovers, jewelry, small but full lips, taking good care of plants, healthy hair, clear skin, comfy blankets, offering things to others, bakeries, peace, round faces, soft voices, singing, sleeping in all day

Gemini risings:

Working on a podcast, expressive eyes, funny facial expressions, talking a-mile-a-minute, being the most charming person in the room, thin yet long eyebrows, glasses, being able to talk to anyone, finding the positives in a negative situation, youthful appearance, gossip, Saturday brunch, fairies, pats on the back

Cancer risings:

Pastel-colored clothing, being the support system of the family, gentle hugs, sensitivity, big round faces, glossy eyes, calm voices, hot cocoa, bringing sweet energy to every gathering, empathy, loving animals, silver jewelry, mothers, bright smiles, spring, nice boobs, being kind to outcasts, the ocean, comfort

Leo risings

Self-love, theatre & acting, creativity, baby lions, siren eyes, good taste in fashion, vibrant personalities, gorgeous hair, taking you out for drinks, open to being with anyone, orange & white, cherry-flavored drinks, the beach, karaoke, fancy mirrors, feathered boas, sharp nails that are always done

Virgo risings:

Routines, to-do lists, cleaning the house every Sunday, massages, spa days, ‘clean’ makeup look, soft eyes, face masks, stomach problems, good cooking skills, maturity, color-coded clothes, sunset shades of orange, plants, lavender smells, fresh laundry, delicate jewelry, animal lovers, smooth hair

Libra risings:

Solving conflicts, flirting with everyone, the color pink, smelling good, tulips, easygoing characters, cinnamon rolls, flashy clothes, designer bags, hidden anger issues, carrying snacks everywhere, luscious hair, Regina George, chic flicks, angelic eyes, pearls, long legs, white cats

Scorpio risings:

Living a secret double life, intense stares, red-bottom heels, black eyeliner, purple flowers, heightened intuition, seeing messages in dreams, cigarettes after sex, long hugs, watching movies before going to sleep, headphones on all day, strong perfumes, powerful voices, Halloween, quick comebacks, dirty minded jokes, lace clothes

Sagittarius risings:

Being the funniest person in the room, bright smiles, loud laughs, liked by everyone, elephants, pop-out colors, wisdom, studying at night, traveling the world, defined teeth, strong bodies, dark sense of humor, stylish accessories, not caring what others think, bold lipstick, skiing, reading books to children

Capricorn risings:

Classy & elegant style, hardworking, black sweaters, the newest computer, coffee, nice teeth, tied hair, gold rings, playing golf, money in an envelope, marble tables, hard life, strict parents, gardening, setting rules in every environment, writing down goals, post-it notes, the color green and brown, beautiful houses, poodles

Aquarius risings:

Technology, good social skills, Star Wars, electric blue, individuality, protesting all day, new gadgets, defined jaws, being bored of everyone, writing a blog, music festivals, holographic-themed outfits, reading books, ranting about your favorite show, know-it-alls, hiding how you really feel, Twitter, healthy diets, car dates

Pisces risings:

Painting, sad yet sweet eyes, rewatching the same movie over and over again, sleeping for a long time, reading minds, trauma, taking a walk in the woods, doodling in your notebook, taboo topics, picnics, astral projection, baking on a rainy day, kissing your loved ones, skirts, pretty hair clips, piled up journals, wind, comfy living rooms

[nakachuchu]

CHAPTER SIX: A SOFT LOVE

Black Swan series

SYNOPSIS: The first day in months where you were able to relax.

WORDS: 1.6k

WRITTEN: 02/03/2024

There was a summer festival happening near the school, and while you were still being haunted, you went for Satoru and Suguru.

You weren't going to dress up, as you barely had the motivation to get out of bed and brush your teeth, but Satoru had bought you a kimono on his own time.

There wasn't much you could do to say "no" — you did say "no" — as you felt an obligation to please him because of Riko's death.

The pale pink fabric was decorated with delicate flower prints that complimented your complexion beautifully.

You hated the pale color. It clashed with how dead you looked on the outside, and it made you stand out too much.

Not able to go, Shoko did your hair up in a braid and applied just a touch of makeup before heading out to meet the boys.

Suguru and Satoru were waiting outside the festival entrance wearing casual yukatas. Their faces lit up when they saw you approaching.

"You look beautiful, Y/N," Suguru said.

You offered him a soft smile. "Thank you."

Satoru nodded in agreement. "I have such good taste."

Your smile faded. "I despise you."

You walked off, and Satoru snickered while walking after you with Suguru laughing.

The three of you walked around the festival taking in the sights and sounds. The air was filled with delicious smells from the food stalls and the chatter of families and couples enjoying the festivities.

As you three explored the festival stalls, you came across a traditional goldfish scooping game.

Satoru's eyes lit up eagerly. "Let's play this one!" he said.

The vendor handed each of you a thin paper scooper and showed them the tub filled with darting orange and black fish.

"Whoever scoops one up gets to keep it!" he explained.

Satoru knelt down first, his brow furrowed in concentration as he carefully lowered the scooper into the water. He bit his lip as a fish swam near, but it quickly wriggled away before he could catch it.

"Loser," you said.

Satoru grumbled at you, as you knelt down.

You moved the scooper slowly to not startle the fish. One paused right under the scooper and you swiftly raised it up, but the paper tore before you could get the fish into the bowl.

"Shit," you muttered.

"Who's a loser now?" Satoru retorted.

"It wasn't me. It was the paper," you muttered.

Finally, it was Suguru's turn. He swished the scooper gently through the water, waiting patiently for the right moment. A flash of orange zoomed toward the scooper and Suguru swiftly lifted it up. The fish plopped safely into the bowl as Suguru cheered.

"We have a winner!" the vendor announced.

Suguru graciously offered the goldfish to you and you accepted it with a bright smile.

Satoru grumbled the whole time as you walked around about how now he had to give you something since Suguru gave you a goldfish.

As you walked around the festival stalls, Satoru spotted a stand selling beautiful hair accessories.

His eyes were drawn to a delicate pink flower hairpin that he thought would look perfect in your hair.

While you and Suguru were distracted looking at masks, Satoru subtly purchased the hairpin and tucked it away.

As the sun started to set, Suguru found a spot on a grassy hill overlooking the river where the three of you could watch the fireworks. Suguru and Satoru sat on either side of you. You felt their shoulders gently brush against your arms.

Satoru was trying to find the right time to gift you the hairpin, but he was annoyed at how much attention you were paying Suguru.

"Y/N."

Satoru's demanding tone made you sigh before turning to face him. Suguru looked over your head to see what his boyfriend was up to.

Satoru presented the hairpin to you. "I saw this and thought of you," he said.

"You're just upset Suguru beat you at the game earlier," you retorted.

He scowled and his face reminded you of a hissing cat. "I'm not upset!"

"You sound upset," Suguru said.

"He does, doesn't he?" you questioned.

His pout made you bite your tongue. He was such a baby and he would never admit that.

"Thanks," you said. "You didn't have to."

"I'm rich. This little hairpin isn't going to do any damage."

"And the moment is over," you muttered as you reached out and pinched his nose. "You just never learn, do you?"

Suguru was a bit taken aback — though you couldn't see his face as you were facing Satoru.

Satoru had been working on extending his Infinity since Riko's death and he'd taken to putting up his Infinity in public, but he was allowing you to touch him.

Satoru swatted your hand away and placed the hairpin in your hair rather loosely.

"Satoru, you're as delicate as ever," Suguru said as he turned your head back to him by placing a finger under your chin.

Suguru readjusted your pin and made sure it was secure. "You're even more beautiful, if that was possible."

You rolled your eyes, but you could feel your face warming up. "Do you tell every woman that?"

He chuckled. "No, I don't."

Satoru opened his mouth to accuse Suguru of seducing you in public, but Suguru's phone rang. He took it out and answered it.

You were close enough to hear the other person on the phone, but your technique laid out the transcript in front of you.

"Who is it?" Satoru asked.

"Yaga," you answered.

‘Y/N has to leave early in the morning to take care of low-level Curses in the country.’

Suguru sighed as he hung up. "I have to leave for a mission." You nodded as Suguru got up from the grass and brushed off his clothes. "I'll see you two later. Get her home safe, Satoru."

"Yes, Father," Satoru droned.

The two of you sat in silence, and you decided now was a better time than ever to tell Satoru what he meant to you.

You were too anxious to tell both Suguru and Satoru at the same time, so you opted one by one.

"Satoru."

"Yeah?"

"When I died — "

His eyes hardened and his expression turned serious as he looked at you. You stared hard at a patch of grass in front of you.

" — I thought about all the things I never got to tell you, and one of them was telling you and Suguru how I felt. It sounds stupid, but I was too embarrassed to tell both of you at the same time. But I really like you two and I'm glad to have met you."

Satoru hummed. “I know.”

You rolled your eyes and finally looked at him. “I was being vulnerable and you can't say something nice to me?”

“I think you're mistaking me for Suguru,” he retorted.

“You're insufferable.”

“But you like me. You said it yourself.”

You glared at him while he grinned like an idiot. Suddenly, he got up on his feet and reached his hand out to you.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

You nodded as you took his hand, and he lifted you onto your feet. He began walking toward the exit of the festival while holding your hand.

You didn't have to ask where he was taking you. He was taking you back to the school. The walk was full of silence and it wasn't until you unlocked the door to your room did he finally talk.

He locked the door behind him and sat you down on the bed before putting his glasses on your bedside, sitting on the floor, and placing his chin on your lap. He looked up at you with twinkling eyes, and it made you uncomfortable.

“Say what you said earlier,” he demanded.

“Which part?”

“You know which.”

You pursed your lips. “I like you.”

He smiled and nestled his face against you, moving your kimono out of the way so his lips could touch your bare skin.

You jolted from the contact, but he grabbed onto your calves with his hands and moved up your bare thighs.

“S-Satoru — ”

“You're usually so mean to me,” he murmured against your skin before looking into your eyes. “What happened, cat got your tongue?”

Your eye twitched. “I hate you, you sex addict.”

He smiled. “That's still a bit mild for you, but I'll take it.”

He pushed you onto your back and used his Infinity to loosen the top of his yukata as he manually loosened your kimono so that he could stick his nose into the crook of your neck.

He sighed heavily. “You make it so difficult, Y/N.”

“It's not like I said ‘no,’ ” you muttered.

His head shot up and he looked at you. You stood your ground and looked at him. After a moment, he grinned.

“Suguru’s going to be so jealous.”

It never crossed your mind that you would be intimate with Suguru soon as well. You felt a bit guilty that Suguru wasn't here.

“But shouldn't you wait for Suguru?” you asked.

Satoru let out a soft growl from the back of his throat. “It's not fair.”

You brought your hand up to his hair and brushed through it. “Don't be a baby.”

You could see his bottom lip sticking out. Despite the situation you were in, you held back your laugh at the sight of his childish expression.

“Fine, but I'm gonna keep you under me for so long, you'll wish we didn't wait for Suguru.”

“Wait—”

He captured your lips, tongue brushing against them and asking permission. You parted your lips and he cradled the back of your head with his hand as he had his way with your lips.

This was the first time you'd ever been kissed, especially like this. For expressing your like-ness to him, he wasn't going easy on you.

You knew Satoru would be true to his word. He was going to make you beg for more.

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[jokeringcutio]

"Drabble: The Magician" - Reader x ArthurFleck (established/Joker) & Unrequited Reader x TheGrabber

Crossover time: Fandoms: Joker 2019 + Black Phone 2022

Rating: PG13? Warnings: None really, possessive Arthur, Hints at Arthur already being Joker. Jealousy. For : @lussiane333, Hopefully the first of many crossover drabbles. ~~ Masterlist - Request Box - Support me on Ko-Fi ~~ "Drabble: The Magician" It wasn’t crowded, but most of the audience consisted of children. Most, not all. Beside you, Arthur sat, hand twitching nervously. The magician in front of the audience magicked balloons from out of his hat and tore up a newspaper to make it whole again. You were impressed, even if you’d seen most of his tricks before. But this man was good.

You let your eyes drift to Arthur whose jaw was clenched. He wasn’t as pleased. The white-painted face might have something to do with it, a poor imitation of his own makeup mask. Not quite a clown. But there was more to it, you thought. Perhaps he missed performing? After all, he used to be the one to make the children smile.

Your eyes drifted back to the magician. His fingers were nimble, his draws quick. You felt his eyes upon you a few times, and encouragingly smiled at him whenever he looked your way. Blue-grey eyes, bright and light unlike any you’d ever seen. They bore into you and left their mark. You glanced at your side again, but Arthur’s vivid green eyes were upon the man in front of you, observing his every move.

The man asked a child from the front row to assist him with his next trick. She loved it, and so did the crowd. He was quite good with kids, you thought, charming even. His voice was light and high, not his natural, you thought. The man asked a boy up next, and you loved how he engaged the entire audience, making them go ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ and giving a round of applause that made the children he chose as his assistants feel special and proud.

If this had been all, you’d have thought the man to be a pleasant and well-skilled performer. But then something happened that changed it all.

“For my next trick I will need a volunteer,” his eyes roamed the small crowd, then came to rest on you. “How about you, little lady,” he said in his jolly voice. But something about his gaze wasn’t as playful. It was predator-like. “Would you like to help me out?”

You hesitated, feeling how Arthur by your side tensed when the magician chose you. But everyone was looking at you with such great expectations. Refusing would not do, would it? It would only draw more attention to the two of you and you could not risk that. You didn’t want people to notice Arthur and risk it all.

You took a moment too long to decide, and the magician made it even harder for you. “Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for my lovely assistant,” here he paused to look at you again and gestured for you to come hither.

Frozen and uncertain of what to do, you felt Arthur’s elbow in your back, encouraging you to step forth. Hesitatingly, you stood up and approached the magician.

His grin grew when you stepped closer, then he took off his hat and bowed. You noticed how his long hair was greying at the roots. It resembled Arthur’s hair, though less curly and more wispy. Then the hat was on again and the man straightened his spine. “What is your name, love?”

You whispered your name, which he repeated loud enough for everyone in the back to hear. Another arm stretched out, palm upward, and another plea for applause, after which the magician performed his trick with a coloring book – of all things. He guided your hand with the paintbrush in it, saying a magic word as he tried to fill the black-and-white page with color. It didn’t work the first time. But when his hot hand encircled yours, and his warm palm pressed tight against your skin and guided your hand and the brush in it, the book was suddenly filled with colors.

When you glanced at Arthur you saw the shadow over his features. The magician’s hand was still possessively over your own. His body pressed close to yours. Like Arthur’s, you thought. He’s like him.

He bowed deep after he thanked you, a predatory grin on his lips. You recognized it. Of course, you did. And so had Arthur by the look on his face. It was like a thunderstorm had come over him. He sat with his arms folded in front of his chest when you returned to your seat next to him, lips curled downwards like a theatre mask. He was angry. Surely he understood that you had no other choice? That refusing the magician might have risked exposing Arthur, even if he was in his normal clothes.

You didn’t fail to notice how the magician’s eyes kept sliding back to you all through his performance. He was like Arthur, all right. The thought alone sent shivers down your spine. Because you knew how Arthur was. Who he was. And what he had done.

After the performance, the two of you walked home, arms linked. Arthur was still bristling. “I did not like the entertainer,” he said, voice nearly a whine but not quite. He was doing his best to sound unbothered, when clearly, he was angered beyond belief.

“The magician?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“That one.” It was as if a shadow fell over Arthur’s features. His lips pressed into a thin line in displeasure. You had hoped to see a show with him would have lightened his mood. Instead, it had done the opposite.

“You don’t like anyone,” you said, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He took long strides as if he was eager to get away. You had to try and keep up with him, which you only managed because of your linked arms.

“Perhaps,” he agreed, “but I especially don’t like that man.”

The two of you rounded a corner and you halted, forcing Arthur to come to a stop as well. He looked down at you, clearly confused. His green eyes sought yours.

“You know what?” you said, looking up at him. A small smile slipped on your lips when you whispered. “Neither did I.”

You could see Arthur’s mind racing. Usually, you were his voice of reason, the one who berated him and told him that he was overreacting. To hear you agree with him on something like this was quite new. But you had felt it. When your eyes had locked with those blue-grey ones of the magician, you knew there was something wrong with him. “There’s something about him,” you said. “Something,” you hesitated, then finished with a whisper. “Dark.”

“Dark?” Arthur turned to face you, not noticing how the topic of your conversation was now in front of you. A big black van with Abracadabra on the side was parked next to the sidewalk. You noticed how the green and blue letters shimmered in the sunlight. Behind it stood a very familiar man, a brown paper bag in his arms. You recognized attributes from his magic act. The top hat was on his head and his face was still painted white. But his piercing eyes that had betrayed the darkness inside of him were now hidden behind glasses.

“Good afternoon to you,” he piped, sounding way too jolly. His stage voice again, you thought.

“If it isn’t my lovely assistant.” Your name rolled off his lips like dripping honey, syrupy and sweet. You felt Arthur tense next to you, his whole pose rigid. The magician seemed to nearly drop his bag. The flowers that lay on top fell out of it.

“Oh my, would you look at that!” the man exclaimed. “I am so clumsy! Pardon me.”

But you were in front of him on your knees already, picking up the fallen items and handing the flowers to the magician with a shy smile. “Here you go,” you said, not realizing what you were doing until it was too late.

The magician put his bag in the back of the van and turned to take the flowers from your hands. A smile twisted his lips when his fingers brushed past yours. “Why, thank you, dear. Flowers, for me already? We only just met…”

You froze and practically felt Arthur seething a few paces behind you. But the magician was unperturbed. He leaned forward, stepping closer to you until you felt the heat radiate off his body. A scent drifted to you, cologne and a whiff of manly testosterone.  

Then he was leaning back again and the distance between the two of you increased again. He turned to place the flowers in the back of his van. “I was just kidding, sweetheart,” you heard him say. Then he turned to face you again. You wished you could see his eyes behind his glasses, to know the look that was in his gaze now. Was he jesting as he claimed? Or was there more to it like you suspected?

“You seem frightened,” he stated, voice finally losing its high and pleasant lilt. In its stead, a raspy low voice came out. Was this his true voice, you wondered? Or another character in him?

“I am sorry,” he said, looking aside, “I did not mean to scare you.” His smile had faded and you thought he might be honest now. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest. He was lucky, you thought. So very lucky that Arthur hadn’t brought a gun with him.

He hadn’t, right? Oh shit, had he brought the tiny one that he sometimes hid in his shoes?

You turned around to come face to face with Arthur. He had come closer and now stood behind you. The magician’s gaze must be resting on him too now, because Arthur was an imposing sight to see, standing tall and carrying a grimace of displeasure that could strike fear in anyone.

“I am sorry,” the magician said. You heard how his smile must have turned wry. “I was just telling your daughter how lovely an assistant she was.”

The reaction was instant. You felt how Arthur’s body tensed, then how his arm encircled your waist and he pulled you close. His grasp possessive, strong. This would leave no doubt.

You wondered if the magician’s eyes grew wider behind the glasses, because you swore you saw them raise. Then a frown slipped onto his face. “I see,” he murmured.

“I am sorry, Mister…” Arthur waited for the magician to answer, which he did.

The magician nodded curtly at Arthur while he introduced himself. “Albert,” he said, voice raspy and low still. “Albert Shaw.”

“Well, Mister Shaw, it seems that you are treading on dangerous ground.” A smile grew on Arthur’s face, one much like a shark’s. “You should be more careful with your assumptions in the future. You’ve been,” here Arthur paused to wet his lips, “awfully impolite.”

Those words invoked mental images inside your mind of Arthur at his worst, gun drawn and pointed at a helpless victim’s head, already on the floor on their back. You’d seen it before. Awfully impolite. Society. Triggers that made Arthur’s anger surface. Then Arthur broke you out of your thoughts when he turned to you and whispered near your ear, but loud enough so Albert, the magician, could hear, “It is time to go.” And then more pressing, “now.”

You nodded and placed your hand on Arthur’s forearm, a signal that you would follow him. Arthur’s gaze was a dangerous one, fully aimed at Albert as he took you away, back to the pavement. His arm was firm around you, his breathing heavy. A dangerous glint was in Arthur’s eyes and you knew, you just knew, what was going on inside that brilliantly obscure mind of his.

A plot for revenge. A plan for retribution.

Albert had touched something that was his. Something that Arthur had laid claim on. You.

And now that he had the magician’s name, there was no doubt in your mind that you would see that name appear in one of the newspapers pretty soon. Albert Shaw. Murdered. Visited by none other than the Joker.

Unless your feelings about the magician were right. Unless he was as dangerous as the Joker who had claimed you as his own. ~~ Masterlist - Request Box - Support me on Ko-Fi ~~ ~ Fin ~ AN: I am open to requests. This story was not beta-read, might do that later.

[makoodles]

Hey there dear! I truly love your stories and how the Na'vi are head over heels in love with their tiny humans s/o. Lately I've been thinking about this...i'm sure that the Na'vi have their routines of cleanliness and moisture this skin and the body paint is the closest thing to make up that they have but imagine Tsu'tey, Neytiri, Neteyam observing how their human mate takes care of their skin and face, the day and nigth routines, the productos they use is strange to them. And how they'll look absolutely mesmerized as the human applies those "strange colors" on her face whenever there's a human party before putting their hair up and wearing a cute outfit...they would be like those little siblings that looks up at their elder sister as they get ready to go out (i remember my sister and little cousins looking at me like i had grown a second head XD)

You can't tell me that the human wouldn't start them on the routines as well as a way to bond and de-stress, and tho other often see the Na'vi and their cute mate with a collagen mask, under-eye patches and a pore strip on their nose.

You're doing the Lord's work with your one-shots, and i'm having an absolute blast with the Tsu'tey Ai chat that you created with my human Oc and her German Shepard (cause you can't tell me that the RDA soldiers didn't brougth the K9 units to Pandora even if for just emotionall support)

I hope you're good, have a great day/nigth. Bye!

i genuinely love to think that it takes a while for the na'vi to notice humans wearing makeup. because na'vi paint is bright and bold and super obvious, whereas human makeup can be a lot more subtle and all about emphasising the features they have. so cue the total bewilderment when one day you like lay your head on their shoulder or something and when you sit up you leave behind a skin coloured smudge on their shoulder.

but yesss them watching you do your little routines! they don't understand it, but they think you're adorable doing it anyway. if they're curious enough, they might even let you do a little face mask on them as well, although they're a little doubtful about whether it's actually going to do anything

[sofiadragon]

I love your hp fashion post! I have a question: what do you think is popular for teenager girls/young women to wear in the 90s? How does it differ from muggles? Would they have incorporate muggle fashion trends into their outfits? And is that a thing you would usually see younger wizards doing?

Thank you!

Ok, this requires me to sit at my PC to type. Got me out of bed and off my phone to make tea and type while I'm sick.

Obligatory link to the post in question.

Fashion is Political

Fashion in the 70's, 80's, and 90's was hugely political both in the UK and USA. Goths, punks, preps... It was an entire identity. I didn't paint my nails black, dye my brown hair with translucent red or purple highligts, and wear mesh layers just for the aesthetic, it was an entire philosophy that had political, moral, and social ideas baked into the culture those clothes represented. When I wore a yellow sundress, a hat that hid the highlights, and stripped the color from my nails to visit certain relatives it was because that was a Sundown Town and the ideas represented by the counter-culture I belonged to very well could get me hurt when walking around alone. Yes, I look entirely white (got some Japanese but so far back it doesn't show, and I'm basically French and Bulgarian) but that kind of conservatism didn't (and still doesn't) take kindly to those who support the queers, freaks, and weirdos.

And it's still true, if not quite as much as it used to be. Social cliques still dress alike, but it isn't as quietly political the same way it was then. People don't seem to associate fashion with a political statement using style as much as they use modesty and cleanliness, but it could be that I've just become Officially Old now that I've got a stripe of white in my hair. It seems a bit more on the nose these days, or more accurately on the head. I have a lovely bright red knit newsboy hat I had to stop wearing around 2016-17.

Yeah, but so what?

Fashion changes over time, so let's start with some 1970's makeovers and work our way to the 90's!

The Marauders Prequel: Kinktomato, and all the similar disclaimers, but I respectfully disagree entirely with giving Sirius, James, or any of the other marauders a Punk aesthetic. Sorry JKR, but what you have James and Sirius wear in your prequel needs a tweak. Sure, they wanted to fight against 'traditionalists' which sounds like it's punk... until you realize that the Light was the status quo before Tom came to power. The Order of the Phoenix is a vigilante group working to protect the Establishment and prevent change. Yes, realizing that while reading the 7th book hurt me in my heart too.

I have to throw JKR a bone about her recent nonsense, but she's right in the manner of a broken clock that the rebellious counter-culture going on in the Wizarding World was being backed by the Traditional Family Values set. The politics in the Wizarding World do not match up well with the real world, mostly because if you think too much about it the political aims of the Death Eaters implode. For blood purity, leader is a half-blood who hates the rich and treats the high society types with deep contempt; were not in power and had to have a guerrilla movement, members included half the House of Lords. You can't square those circles, so we get the Light Preppy types like the Marauders and the Dark Preppy types like Draco Malfoy, and then we have the punks and the goths who are the outcasts and queers that get indoctrinated into one or the other set. Don't blame me, I didn't write the books.

The Marauders should look a bit like The Monkees.

James and Sirius were not in with the queers and freaks, they did not read dark poetry in black clothing with sharp lines and heavy makeup that obscured bruises, they were Preppy Jocks and bullies picking on the outsiders. Remus Lupin might be 'one of the good people' who got wizard AIDS, but he's at best masking to fit in with a powerful social group for protection. The black leather with the rocker band t-shirts look? No, no. Put that boy in a polo shirt and chinos. Give him a cable-knit sweater or a blazer over a robe. (And many people do give these things to Professor Lupin, but I mean from the jump.) They'd all be clean-cut, perfectly groomed, and wearing light colors because their political movement is literally called The Light. Black T-shirts with a phoenix on them? No ma'am. White or yellow shirt, embroidered (or screen print to look like embroidery) phoenix. Yellow blazer jacket on top with creamy muggle trousers in a high-water boot cut to show off expensive white or tan boots. (The high-water boot cut on the trousers are muggle 1960's, but wizards lag behind on muggle trends.)

Moving on to the Dark Side

Snape's our punk, or maybe a broody goth gremlin reading poetry books. All via thrift-shop [charity shop] finds, of course. The set of upper-class future Death Eaters he eventually starts to hang out with would have started out in clean-cut expensive dark-colored robes, but might have embraced a morbid aesthetic, as we see Bellatrix wear in the movies. This would be a case of convergent evolution in a sense.

Snape dressed like that due to the poverty and muggle influences in his life, and I headcanon that he liked to visit a record shop and stim his autistic brain with niche experimental music just like I used to at that age, but the morbid and shocking aspects of Goth or Punk aesthetics parallel with Voledmort's completely unrelated skull and snake symbol inspiring trends among his more loyal followers, who are rich enough to be trend setters and social influencers.

Snape very well might have made friends with those awful boys because they liked the casual clothes he started to wear on weekends once his mum started tossing some money at him and telling him to get his own shopping done so she could get back to her crossword puzzle (or maybe he got a summer job at a bakery.) Snape chose that look because if he's styled punk (violent) or goth (morbid) the rips his father puts in his clothes when he gets tossed around are there on purpose and it's just a nice coincidence that the stains in the second-hand clothes he gets on clearance at the charity shop get hidden by the cheap black dye he uses to get that grey and black look. This way, it is not just because he can't afford better and washes both himself and his clothing in the same portable tin washtub.

This convergence was accidental, but the artfully tattered cloaks and general look of the Death Eaters in the movies is something I can get behind - minus the Victorian trousers on the men, of course. The movies make the clothes way too muggle especially for the pure-blood set! Regulus Black spent nearly a hundred galleons getting a robe made of the finest linen and fur, snipped and cut so artfully to look like it was moth-eaten and torn even though every edge is properly hemmed and trimmed with a bit of lace that merely looks like a frayed edge.

Then Voldemort got Blown up

Look, the actress has red hair and a preppy lavender top - it's too perfect a reference image for Lily Potter nee Evans in a fashion post.

The morbid aesthetic that was so popular in the late 70's doesn't just go out of fashion, it is jettisoned like the toothbrush mustache. Yeeted from a seaside cliff. Dropped in a ditch full of burning petrol. Abandoned at the side of the road in a bag. Morbid? Don't know her.

Draco Malfoy, as I earlier teased, wears the fashion of the Dark upper class. Flowing perfectly tailored robes with a rope belt. Crisp and clean lines, no jagged edges or anything to even suggest aggression. 90's pure-blood fashion is soft. For the girls, more color, but we are going to backpedal so hard nobody will ever think we were associated with that guy we don't name. Draco Malfoy's non-uniform robes are like spun clouds, opulent and decadent in beautiful pristine velvet, shining satin, and resplendent metallic embroidery. While Snape and the generation of men older than him now wear waistcoats over their robes to look proper and all buttoned up, Draco's set is all about looking sleek, clean, and comfortably ready for a dramatic breeze. I don't think there is a large difference between what boys and girls wear, the gendering is all in the accessories and embellishments. Lace for girls, metallic piping for boys.

I'm talking flowy, I'm feeling swishy, I'm saying that 'looks like a dress' was a completely fair take from Harry's perspective. Yes the above characters are female and Frieren herself wears a lot of white, but you get the idea. The Dark Lord is dead, we need a rebrand yesterday. More lighter colors even for Dark-aligned [read:Tory, Conservative] families. No evil here! Nope, nope nope.

Harry is a Self-fulfilling Prophesy in More Ways than One

Harry accidentally has a hand in this trend in his earlier years, since he is wearing Dudley's castoffs and he's incredibly famous. Baggy is in! Just relax, chill, be comfortable. Dress like you just don't care what you look like. (You know, pandemic style.) He wears jeans, and probably most of his bottoms are jeans. They are one of the most durable things any boy Dudley's age would wear, and so wouldn't be as destroyed as the rest of his wardrobe by the time Harry got his hands on it no matter how hard Duds is on the trendy fast fashion clothing Petunia buys him. Petunia, a social climber, is set on making sure her family looks like the next rung up on the social ladder after all.

Later, when we can assume Harry has bought at least one wizard outfit that isn't his school uniform if he's got enough money on hand to buy Omnoculars, he's probably taken his fashion cues from himself indirectly. He likely gets his advice from Hermione and Ron, who get their fashion sense from looking at their peers, who get their fashion sense from... the trend of super casual heavily muggle-influenced baggy clothing in mismatched colors that Harry started as a first year.

Bit harder to find male examples than female ones, but that's fashion gifs on Tumblr.

Shorter robes with jeans underneath - or knee-high socks or dhoti style trousers in blue heather fabric that look like jeans provided you have never seen jeans before in your life. Open, short robes over closed-front ones, aping an overlarge muggle jacket over a robe. Floppy shapeless clothes held on with an overlarge leather belt. Squashy hand-knit jumpers. Girls in the Lighter political side also take cues from muggle women's fashion, which is more form-fitting than traditional wixan wear and shows off the legs. In the muggle world, this is the time of the babydoll dress, slim-cut trousers/jeans, and tightly tailored suit skirts for women.

Imagine way, way, way more gold embroidery on the above dresses.

And, because I can, because it's headcanon time, 90's Indian/ Bollywood fashion influence on the Light side after James Potter is martyred because #Indian Harry Potter is real and I love him. Music, clothing, art, it is in style among those who honor James and Lily's sacrifice. Harry's green eyes looks so bright next to chestnut brown skin. He can speak to snakes because his ancestry includes a bit of naga blood, not because of the Horcrux. Petunia certainly never taught him about it, and he's confused when an especially devoted fan sends him blessings addressed to Hindu gods instead of the Christian or pagan ones he hears about more often at Hogwarts. One of the Patil twins asks him what's wrong with him expecting, from his attitude and excitement about Christmas, that he's a devout Christian who hates his dark skin. Then they monopolize some of the time he's not teaching the D.A. or in detention to Educate That Boy.

[serene-sun]

𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓 🏳️‍⚧️

Pairing: Swiss x trans OC

Warnings: crying, self doubt, coming out, trans topics

Word count: 1k

Summary: tonight’s show in Berlin ends up taking some wheight off of their chest.

A/n: completely inspired by today's pic of Swiss with the trans flag!

“Ha!” Swiss squeaked, throwing his guitar pick into the sea of waving and cheating fans.

I come up behind him, sneaking up to scare him. 

The lights are loud, and everyone seems so happy. I love this, this after-ritual feeling. Its been a great night, no mess-ups and no difficulties.

“Boo!” I pounce onto the ghoul from behind, attaching to his back as he stumbles forward.

“Oh, you scared me!” He breathlessly says

“Haha, sorry, couldn't help it!” I laugh, feeling him smile as I get off him.

“Oh, look we're about to do final bows.” Swiss direct my attention to the other ghouls lining up with Papa.

“Oh yeah,” I say, grabbing his hand and prancing over there with the jolly ghoul.

It has been only a few months since I was summoned, apparently, they needed backup and extra bass. Since the moment they searched for my element mark, and found that my summoning was very difficult, they have always checked in on me daily. I grew very close to Swiss, as he was after all the first ghoul I laid eyes upon. I never got too close to get intimate or physical, I was always fearful they would find things they didn't like. One was that I had in fact, not been born a guy. Another is that I had several scars from the times that I had lived. I assumed they knew, but when they never said anything and went on like I was normal…I couldn't bring myself to let them down. 

They all assumed I was normal.

Some bright colors catch my attention, my eyes latch onto the flag that Swiss was holding.

Swiss tries to take my hand, I stand between him and Phantom.

“Hey, you ok?” Swiss can tell something is off.

“Yeah, yeah, what's that?” I already know that the flag he's holding is that of the trans community, but I double-check, I also don't want to bring it up myself.

“Oh, this? A fan threw it on stage, it's the trans flag, probably because it's pride month ya know?” Swiss finishes, and yet my eyes can't decide if I should look at his pretty eyes shining through the mask or the flag that felt like it hated me. 

After we bow, we all head back to the dressing rooms. A bunch of gasps of relief echoes down the hallway as tails fly out of pants, and strangled hood masks come off of sweaty hair and messed up black-out makeup. 

“Hey, you sure your ok? You were shaking pretty bad, and that wasn't adrenaline shakes haha.” Swiss gives an honest smile, making sure I was ok for the 2nd time that day. 

I comb through my hair with my fingers, the glamour fading as small claws appear. I wince at occasional knots and tangles within the long black curls.

“Yeah… it's nothing.” I try my hardest to give a fake smile, but it fades away as soon as his eyes leave mine.

It's not like I hated the way I was, it's just that I never wanted it to become my personality. So I completely stopped saying it, letting the choice of having pride in it go. It's not like I hated the flag either, it just felt like being so close to it, was making it closer to them figuring out the obvious thing about me.

“Here, come with me.’ Swiss takes my hand again, I now notice how sweaty it is, but I follow him as he guides me down to the dressing room that he shared with Rain, Phantom, and myself.

“You started acting weird when you saw the flag, Are you sure you're ok? Don't lie, I know it was more than nerves.” Swiss pulls me into the room and turns the lights on.

I start to panic, my chest feels tight, my hands feel numb and my face feels hot.

I start to pick at my nails with my other hand, bringing them together at my waist. 

Everything I want to say, I swallow.

“Nothin.” I say Brittle

“If you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?” Swiss asks, low.

His words ring the bells of panic in my head, my ears go down, and my tail stays still between my legs as if I've been injured.

“It’s- hard…to explain.” My voice cracks

Dammit, he definitely knows now

“I feel that you are scared, and I want you to know that there's nothing to worry about.” Swiss rubs my arm assuringly.

For once I hate that he can practically read my mind, that was so connected. Although I feel the warmth and fuzzy yellow glow in him, I'm still too frightened to tell him. 

Maybe it's not fear, maybe it's the acceptance I have to have before I can say it

“It's alright. It's ok if you're not ready.” Swiss sighs, trying to make it seem like it's not bothering him.

“Swiss, promise you won't see me any different?” I ask, a tear falling down my cheeks silently.

The multi-ghoul turns around, wiping away the tear and cupping my face. 

‘Of course not!” He says, his other hand cupping the other cheek just as lovingly.

Is this the part where I die?

“You do realize it's okay if your trans right? You're the same person, it just gives me more knowledge.” Swiss tilts his head

I stay silent, I feel my blood stop moving, my heart stops beating, my brain stutter.

“How?” I know he can finish my question.

“When you were summoned, the only thing you wore was the eternal red flames of hell. When I searched for your element mark, I had to look across your abdomen.” Swiss has a bit of a smile, and he turns away to finish packing his bag.

“You act as if being trans is a bad thing, it doesn't change who you are.” Swiss chuckled, “And it sure as hell doesn't make up your entire personality.” 

I stand there like a complete idiot, “You knew I was trans this entire time?” 

“What? We all did, don't be silly.” A new voice enters the room, it's Rain and Phantom coming to pack their bags for the hotel.

I panic, how much have they heard? Have the others been listening too?

“Come along now! We're about to be kicked out, another band is playing here tonight.” Papa’s voice rings down the hallways, and several tired “okay”s hum together. 

“Come on, don't be upset, nothing to worry about.” Swiss pats my back throws my bag at me, and walks out the door.

I'm still so stunned, I falter to walk behind him.

“Alone or not, you gotta walk forward.” Rain passes by me, I must be walking slowly.

“In the end, it's your presence that matters.” I hear Swiss say, staying in place to catch up.

I feel tears prickle up, so you don't see me differently? So you do still love me?

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Day 30: Halloween

Bones puffed on his cigarette as he leaned against a wall. Old town Reedsdale was busy tonight, kids running around the festival grounds in bright colors and garish clothes, adults were in masks and long robes. Teenagers were chatting amongst themselves as they quickly shoved various materials into a sacks. Probably setting up for a hell of a prank. At least, Bones knew that’s what he would’ve done at their age. Bones adjusted the black cloak over his shoulders. His own face was painted lightly with old marks. Runes. Those that would otherwise raise eyebrows in the light of day would be fine tonight. The festivities would allow for it. For even if Reedsdale was one of the last standing places that hadn’t struck their mages with the yokes and collars of serving “schools” or “towers,” it was still quite taboo to roll around as one openly. At least, all nights except for tonight.

Tonight, the city was Esc’lyr’s Ballroom, and all the citizens were mages, monsters, and fairies, for at least one evening. The goddess of wind, time, and most importantly magic decreed her celebrations be made in full spirit of those things forbidden on most other nights. No one would look twice at a casual sparkle or odd twitch of the finger. No one would second guess a drink with a light shimmer and the warmth of a good feeling in their throat. It gave Bones a much needed sense of ease. Truth be told, most residents figured out who to turn to for a potion or a charm on this night. It was one of the last ways that information could be passed freely.

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Bones smiled gently. He felt like himself again, like he didn’t need to hide away so much. Each kid that ran by him, he slipped a piece of candy into their pocket with a wave of his finger and a soft glimmer of purple sparkles. Each one giggled with delight upon finding their treat a few steps away. Content, and now finished with his smoke, Bones stepped away from the wall and returned to his little stand. A few bottles with elegantly tied bows around their necks lined the single wooden counter. Each a different color, each with a label that described directions in his scratchy handwriting. Most were just libations for tonight. Something to make you feel good or get in good with a lover. But a few were intended as salves or quick repairs to problems. Things his momma used to make.

A large stack of money slapping against the counter woke him from his thoughts. “I’ll take one of each.”

Bones snorted, recognizing the voice. “Ain’t gonna work on ya, love.” His reflective, silver eyes bouncing moonlight back onto Serena’s cheek. “You’d need to be alive for that.”

She looked lovely, dressed in a scarlet gown, one perfect to go dancing in later that evening. Makeup around her eyes gave the impression of a mask, without the disdainful need to wear one. She looked gorgeous with one of her deep red roses pinned to the side of her hair. But her red painted lips frowned slightly at his words. “What makes you believe I would drink them?”

He shook his head chuckling more. “Now there’s a thought. You, drinkin’ that.” He leaned on the counter with a grin. “I ain’t takin’ your money, doll. I got too much pride for that.”

“Hmm.” She considered that a moment. “You’ve mentioned that before. I don’t doubt the earnestness. Though something in your heartbeat tells me you don’t want me poring over this to find your secrets.”

Now he broke out into a roar of laughter, startling a woman at the booth next to him who nearly dropped a tray of candied apples. “C’mon darlin’!” He raised a brow playfully. “You think you can pull out all the mysteries of this world? All the secrets outta lil old me?”

She crossed her arms, looking at him with a mix of disgust and amusement. Words didn’t need to cut her intentions to his ear. A cheeky grin crossed his face, as his voice whispered in her ear without him moving his lips. “I’d like to see ya try.”

“Is that a challenge?” The Lady responded darkly, though the sparkle hadn’t yet left her eye.

His voice floated to her other ear, a light breeze coursing through the plaza that shuffled the ribbons and banners on all the other stalls. “A request even. If you’d dare.”

Bones declared victory internally as she turned her head away, the faintest linger of blush coating her cheeks. Her deflection echoed like music in the night. “Let me buy the rest of them, we have to leave soon, lest we be late for our venue.”

Standing quickly and a little too fluidly to be natural, Bones took his proper place at her side and his voice returning to the confines of his throat. “Hm, I could part with them for the rest of the crowd. Can’t have you late now, can we?”

“Very well.” She conceded softly, wrapping a hand around his arm.

Turning to the apple stall owner, Bones smiled gently as they passed. “Ma’am, the rest of them bottles are free to take. They’ve been paid for. Y’all make sure they get passed ‘round tonight.”

The woman looked confused, but only nodded in agreement. Content with that as an answer, Bones led his love down the crowded alleyway, making sure to take efforts to enjoy the city’s mood. This air was only so thick once a year. He needed every moment to savor it.

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[allylikethecat]

3, 9, 29 for those weird asks (if you say angel hair for the last one i might have to unfollow (jk but seriously if that’s your preferred noodle i need an in depth explanation cause i have beef with angel hair))

YESSS thank you for indulging me send sending me questions from the weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well ask list!! (if anyone else wants to send me an ask from this list OR reblog it themselves it can be found HERE) also you are in luck I personally *hate* angel hair lol it's too thin to properly hold onto the sauce and therefore there is no point in it existing lol

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

Orange. I hate bright orange so much. I can deal with like a fall tone darker / burnt orange but like orange orange makes me angry

9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

In the morning I wash my face, then somehow ended up super into the Rhode skin care set for the morning - it like doesn't make my face burn and creates a nice base for makeup so I'm a big fan. I use the glazing milk, then the peptide glazing fluid and then finish off with the barrier restore cream and then sunscreen. At night I take all my make up off with make up remover, then wash my face with a DIFFERENT face wash, then it's a korean green tea serum, an eye serum, facial cream, eye cream, and it's topped off with an ultra hydrating overnight skincare mask and a lip mask. I live in a super dry climate so I am all about all the moisture lol

29. preferred pasta noodle?

Imma be honest my preferred pasta shape is influenced by what kind of sauce its covered in - though overall I do usually love a farfalle (mini and regular) and also a thicker spaghetti (not linguine, specifically a THICK spaghetti)

Thank you SO MUCH for indulging me and sending this ask omg I love these ask game situations SO MUCH and it makes me SO HAPPY when people are willing to play them with me so thank you, thank you, thank you!! Also I am now horrifyingly curious what the beef with angel hair pasta if you're willing to share lol I hope you are having a great weekend and that you have a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[iamnotaminimalist]

Entry 32

Hair mask is finished. Body scrub is halfway there. Will force myself to wear makeup today so I have something to do with the makeup remover (and with all that black mascara in my box - I have three whole tubes that I don't know what to do with).

How did I end up with three mascaras, you ask? Well, obviously, they were all gifts.

If I were to purchase mascara for myself, I probably would have a lot of them, but they wouldn't all be black - I'd get black, brown, bright blue, bright pink and purple. And maybe white. Just one of each, to switch them up. But now that I think about it, I understand it's very much "makeup for my fantasy self", the fantasy self that has it in her to paint her face every morning and not like. Once a month at most. So for that actual self, one tube of black mascara is enough, and those pops of color are easily achieved with my small collection of eye pencils.

But hey, a girl can dream...

Peace and Love.

[pedrospatch]

Hi!

3, 9, and 29 for the weirdly specific asks?

hello lovely! thank you for sending these in <3

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

a real bright neon yellow. idk why it just does

9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it?)

my morning routine is fairly simple! cleanse, serum, moisturizer! at night it's a bit different. i use a balm to take off my makeup, cleanse, do my night serums and moisturizer. i also use an exfoliant and a mask a couple times a week! i recently bit the bullet and got the drunk elephant moisturizer, i can see the hype tbh! might try some more of their products.

29. preferred pasta noodle?

it's a tie between fettuccine and angel hair!

[freecreationgalaxy]

What Do I Think Beauty Is

Social media 

I think beauty comes in all shapes, Sizes, colors and ethnicity. The standard of beauty comes 

 from social media and what they tell you beauty is. I believe social media has a very big impact 

 on people's thoughts about themselves and their beauty. People need to see that everyone is 

 beautiful in their own way, whether they have blue eyes, brown eyes, colored skin, thick 

 thighs, big feet, or even your hair. Personally, I am a lover of social media and through the 

 years I have been influenced by beauty standards is insane. Social media will always get 

 people's attention and influence the way people see themselves. I have had many times in my 

 life where I wanted bright blue eyes, a waist like a model, or long blonde hair but that is not 

 me. I think beauty can be any way you think about it and not the way social media tells you  

about beauty standards. the amount of people who tried to change their appearance to match 

 the models on social media is sad because that is not true beauty standards. You should love 

 the way you are and embrace your own beauty within. the media is constantly showing  

 Images of what is considered beautiful. Most of these images are unrealistic, and send  

Unhealthy expectations to women. Most women are willing to do anything they can to achieve  

the look of beauty standards. 

Makeup 

For many people, makeup calms them down and the simple act of putting on bold lipstick may 

 be the first step in doing something that relieves anxiety. People can change that by one mean 

 comment on their appearance and makeup. There is no such thing as too much makeup 

 because everybody is different, and makeup may be a way for people to love themselves. Facts 

 have shown makeup can cause clogged pores, untimely aging, dry skin, breakouts, allergic 

 reactions, and even cancer, but if makeup makes you happy and helps your mental health do 

 what you please. There are negative effects from makeup but same with alcohol and drugs, if makeup is a coping mechanism, then continue. Makeup may be a tool to increase confidence  

in yourself and make up is a form of art from some points of view. Many people may not 

 appreciate the art of makeup. Makeup is considered an art form whether people like it you 

 where art. It is proven that makeup boost your confidence and your self-esteem, which is 

 amazing even though there are bad long-term effects. By using makeup people can  

cover insecurities, blemishes or even features on their face they may not necessarily want to  

Be seen. Makeup is a semi-permanent mask for people to enhance or change their features. 

 Some people may stare or even and give a rude comment, but your body is your temple and  

Your face is the canvas. 

Fashion 

Social media is a very great way to influence people on what to wear. In different months they 

 change fashion to make young people mesmerized by the clothes they wear. In this case it 

 helps this store get more money from the people influenced. Personally, I get influenced 

 myself by social media and the clothes they wear. Everyone has their own style whether it's 

 country, Goth, basic, comfy, traditional, and fancy. I would say I wear what the media shows 

 me. It is an expression of one's personality and a symbol of freedom. Fashion is a manifestation 

 of human art and communication. it helps show who you are, who you want to be, where you 

 are going, and where you have been. Fashion is a sense of creativity to show how confident or 

 fashionable you really are. I feel fashion does enhance beauty in your own way because some 

 people prefer some fashion over others but we are all the same with different fashion beauty. 

Fashion can show identity, confidence, creativity, character and ones point of view of the 

 world. I feel as dress codes in school or workplaces are insane because fashion is a way to show 

 who you are and what you want to be. I don't mean that you should go to work in a bathing 

 suit but I want you to show who you really are as a person.