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harfanfare · 11 months ago

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If that's okay could i request it for Epel?

How to win the heart of Epel Felmier?

a/n: Thank you for requesting~~ Dear Readers, while I am not a native English speaker, I wrote this ff in the English-pronounciation (?) mindset that “Epel” and “Apple” sound very similar. If it’s not all that similar, may Reader be too obsessed with apples to have that selective hearing when it comes to Epel’s name or let’s blame it on the Harveston’s dialect, haha

Be a zealous apple lover.

You envy this boy’s name.

“Apple”? What a majestic word to be named after. The first time you’ve heard a woman calling someone like that, you remember stilling in place and whooping your head at a ten-year-old boy who yelled that he was coming.

And he… doesn’t look like an apple. Maybe you weren’t expecting a walking apple, nor a boy with red hair dressed in all browns, carrying a big basket of apples (and of course, eating one in the other hand) like a character created for a show whose audience is a tad younger than you, but none of the apples you know turn purple.

Never have you imagined someone with such a beautiful name would move so wobbly in snow, the sledge he dragged behind definitely too heavy.

The realization of how unfitting this name was makes you lose a grip on the basket of fabric you got from one of your new neighbours. Well, everyone here is “new” if you just came into this little village just three days ago.

That boy notices you. He must have heard the news because a flash of recognition paints itself on his face. You didn’t return a shy smile at the staring, even if you wanted to. You remember your cheeks prickling from the freezing wind when you bolted home as the apple boy looked like he wanted to say something.

“He doesn’t look like an apple,” you argue with your mother that night, as she kisses your temple goodnight.

“Maybe not. But I would have loved you two to be friends…” Your mother stops in her words as you roll your eyes at her and pout with all your might. She suppresses a laugh that you would take to your heart. “…But, maybe I should be glad he doesn’t resemble an apple at all? You would have fallen head over heels in love with him if he did.”

Yeah, your mother doesn’t need to look so happy as you grew agitated.

“I wouldn’t!” You protest loudly and bury yourself deeper into bed sheets even if your face grows hotter. Maybe of the embarrassment, maybe of the fury, but surely not because of the boy. “I would never fall in love with a boy like him. And I don’t want you to talk about this to anyone!”

You remember your mother’s eyes twinkling with utter amusement. “Yes, yes, all right.”

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2. Challenge Apple to a sled race.

Maybe it’s the fault of far too many action films being aired on TV, yet the idea of being able to win anything a fight was stuck in your head.

Some limited part of your brain thought that, hm, Apple might just give up his name to you if you won in this town’s most famous activity: the Harveston’s Sled Race. It seemed only appropriate for you to pick something the boy must know, even if you had only got your first sledge barely two weeks ago.

“Ya… want my name?” Apple blinks as you grow irate when you repeat your offer once again. You remember rolling your eyes ostentatiously at him, and Apple huffing loudly at you. “What does it even mean, duh?”

He crosses his arms and glared at you. He has the advantage of being just a little bit taller than you, but thankfully, his The-Great-Seven-Better-Bless-Her grandmother never ceases to dress him in fluffy, puffy clothes, always in pastel colours; the cute pompom on top of his beanie and shawl in the adorable pink shade made him much less imposing.

“Whoever wins in this sledge race will be called Apple,” you repeat. Apple squints his eyes at you. “I like this name so much, you have no idea. Please give it up to me.”

“Oh.”

You have no idea why his face slowly turned red. If you knew better, you would have used this opportunity to tease him, but little you didn’t want to mock a newly met boy, even if you just threw down a gauntlet for his name.

“It’s a normal name….” He mutters, and before you can protest, he draws his eyes to you, somehow redeeming you speechless. “…But I’ll challenge you if that’s what you wanna do.”

Huh. You weren’t expecting him to agree so easily.

…Nor were you expecting him to glide on the snow with his sledge. He looked frail enough to not care about things like rides and thought that it would give you the advantage. It did not. Apple flew or used magic, or illusions because he rode so fast the snow beneath him barely left a trace.

That was some cool skill, even if you hated how awed you were.

It seems like you challenged the wrong boy because this one wins with ease.

“Sorry,” he says with flushed cheeks, and his deep breaths create little warm clouds in freezing air. He lays on the snow, and his fringe sticks to his forehead. He has won, and it was a tough victory yet a well-earned one. “I will still be the only Epel in this town.” He shifts his gaze on you. “So. What’s your name?”

Well, he is a (treacherous) winner. You give your name to him.

He smiles slightly, he repeats it slowly and goes quiet. You look over to see him open his eyes from reverie and bright lights dance in his eyes.

“It’s nice. I think it suits you well.”

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3. Have some baking skills.

“Epel, dear. We’ll be having our little neighbour helping us this year’s festival, so please show how responsible can you be and teach [Name] how to prepare apples for the pies.”

Ugh. If only Grandma Marja wasn’t so kind, you would have been protesting more.

Apple looks at you and you frown slightly as he sighs at your sight.

“You again?”

And because Grandma Marja already left, you feel free to announce your displeasure with the situation as well. Sadly, there are no other kids your age in this village, so you are probably bound to accompany him for the rest of your whole life here as he’s your only peer.

“Unfortunately.”

Apple hands you an apron, before ordering you to wash your hands. Because the kitchen island is too occupied with other dishes and too high for any of you without a stool, you take a seat next to a coffee table that was impractically set between the salon and kitchen, leaving just enough space to create a narrow route from one room to another.

“Have you ever baked an apple pie before?” He asks and you shake your head. His brows furrow slightly as he thinks whether you will be a help here at all. “So, it will be a long day…”

He better not write you off before you can even start.

You cross your arms. “Test me first, complain later... if ever.”

“I’m not complaining. But we have a knife and a peeler. Oh, and it hurts if you get cut. You should take it slowly and be careful,” he adds and hops to the other room to grab a basket full of apples. He lays it between you two.

Apple doesn’t let you use a knife.

“I am older than you,” he says and takes an apple from you to cut it into even pieces. You don’t notice the skill he has to make careful cuts precise and clean, as you glare at him.

“Barely.”

The few-month gap in your age isn’t enough to stop you from insisting that you can do more complicated things than just peeling apples. That’s some arduous work, especially when the peeler doesn’t cooperate and the thin fruit’s skin gets stuck between the blades.

So, Apple, who couldn’t contain that last annoyed sigh, finally lends you a knife. He instructs you, but after several times that you tell him you know what are you doing, he hesitantly goes back to his work. You could feel a worried gaze at you nonetheless, and at one time you looked over your shoulder to see him staring at you.

And that’s when the knife slips from your hands.

You don’t scream, but a gasp and a sudden flinch gives you away.

“Aaaand that’s what I was saying,” he immediately drops the apple he was taking care of, and stands next to you, scrutinizing the cut. It’s not bigger than a paper cut, yet it’s a bit deeper and stings as much. You quickly hide your hands from him. “Go take your hand under the cold water. I will get some bandages.”

He gets some. He then orders you—” I am the older one here and I was right before, so I am in charge between us two,” as you were told—to sit on the sofa as he carefully wraps one bandage around your finger. The gesture it’s almost cute from him, but it doesn’t lift your foul mood at all.

“I made more trouble than I’ve helped,” you say quietly. Epel looks at you, a bit surprised.

“You sayin’ that this little cut is making you quit?” And now he has that stupid smile on his lips that makes your blood not boil, but warm up at least five degrees. “Awh, poor thing.”

You get up in a hurry.

“…I didn’t say that.”

“Then don’t give up like that,” he chastises you, but he can’t hide a (still very stupid) smile when you pass him to get to the kitchen counter. “But be more careful from now. No one wants to eat a bloody apple pie.”

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4. Get into NRC and survive a shock.

Over the years, you’ve become friends, close enough to plan to go to college together, if the opportunity arises. It did.

“Cheers!”

The perfect way to celebrate getting into NRC is with a soft drink, sparkling soda and a big plate of snacks. Although you bought chips for the occasion, your and Apple’s parents prepared a pile of homemade goodies and they couldn’t compare to those store-bought.

Your can clinks against Apple’s and you take a sip.

“It’s not like I ever thought of Night Raven Collage rejecting the best candidates ever,” Apple says with a sigh. Only today you can notice how stiff he was before; although he’d been playing it cool, he was tense all the time. “But that’s one burden off your chest.”

You nod in agreement and look at the acceptance papers once again. When a time will come, carriages with Gates will come for you two… And that’s a thrilling thought.

“This document looks so official,” you say. “What a pretty paper. It looks so elegant.”

Apple empties his can and briefly glances at you.

“Nothin’ special about it…”

And because you want to see the comparison (maybe there are hidden hints where you might be allocated to by the Dark Mirror?), you take his document. The first thing that crosses your mind, is that there is something wrong with his name.

“Wait,” you shriek loudly, and Apple shudders from surprise. He would chastise you for screaming so loud if you didn’t look so worried. “They spelled your name wrong!”

“Huh?” Apple feels a pang of horror, the same you feel when you tap your pockets in search of your phone. As if he found it, once he reads the top of the document again, he relaxes. His lips form into a thin line: he thinks you are pranking him. “No way. Everything is correct.”

“No, look here. Your name, Apple!”

“It’s… Correct.”

“E- P- E- L. And your name is A- P- P- L- E, no?”

“…What?” Epel, not Apple, looks surprised but not as surprised as you. “You thought my name was ‘Apple’ for all those years?!”

You bite your lip to not question it. Is it not? Your cheeks burn from embarrassment, and your heart feels heavy as if you have just betrayed your best friend. It never crossed your mind to have him write down his name, and there wasn’t a reason for him to do so: in this small town there is no school, neither are there the tests you need to sign.

“…I’m sorry.” You stutter, and Epel brushes the crumbs off from his blouse and gets up.

“Goodbye,” he says, making his way towards the door. He doesn’t seem that upset over the whole thing, as much as confused. Tomorrow everything will return to normality, but Epel will have a top-tier teasing material for years. “That’s too many revelations for today.”

“Wait, Epel!”

“Go to ya Apple boy.”

“No!! I said I’m sorry!”

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5. Get sorted into any dorm but Pomefiore.

“Stop laughing.”

“I can’t…! Ha…”

You take a big breath to calm yourself down, but once you look up at Epel and his grimace, it’s impossible to not burst out laughing so loud and so breath-taking you drop to the floor. Epel nudges you. You might be in his room, yet he knows if he’ll be too loud, someone will come to shush you two.

And maybe they will punish him, but Epel isn’t familiar with Pomefiore’s customs, so he doesn’t know what to expect.

“How come you got sorted into another dorm, while we are practically the same?” Epel mumbles, lying down on his bed. The sheets are heavy yet comfortable, luxurious like the whole room. It feels like a museum here, where each item is more valuable than your life and you need permission to rearrange the interior.

To Epel, Pomefiore is the worst dorm. He remembers you teasing him about getting sorted to Pomefiore, but neither of you thought it would come true. It’s too stiff, too restrictive and cares too much about appearances. Epel’s heart feels heavy at the thought of the next four years here.

“Maybe Dark Mirror doesn’t sort the dorm judging by the alikeness of two last brain cells but the shape and colour of the soul,” you nudge him back, waking him up from his reverie.

“Or maybe it didn’t get any input of brain cells from you.”

“Well, your desire to be the prettiest boy in the town got to it, so I think it functions well.”

You chuckle at the dead glare he throws you.

Epel finally sighs.

“…I would like to change the dorms.”

“I don't know whether the Dark Mirror accepts complaints,” you tease him. The gloom is abruptly replaced by irritation, and that’s nice. An angry Epel is better than a devastated Epel. “But if you ever want to escape for a while, you are welcome in my room. We can have a sleepover whenever you want.”

“…Thank you.”

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5.5. Sorted into Pomefiore exception.

“You ain’t elegant at all, though.”

“It seems like my elegance bleaks in comparison to yours, pretty boy.”

“You are blind.”

Epel tries to push you away, but you sidestep while giggling. He glares at you, and thankfully, his eyes don’t seem that sad. When he returned to his seat after getting sorted to Pomefiore, he looked bewildered, as if he suddenly wasn’t in the NRC he dreamed of but some other, less-dreamlike school.

You remember him blinking back tears, but maybe not from sadness—thankfully, Epel doesn’t pity himself—but melancholy, as if he just lost something he didn’t even have. Maybe also fury and confusion.

“It will be fun to stay here together,” you prompt, and Epel sighs but a trace of a smile appears on his lips. Thank Great Sevens for the little lights that brighten the azure tones in his eyes.

“Guess I’m stuck being your neighbour forever.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“No?”

“Of course not. You already know how great friend I can be.”

“…I guess you’re right,” he sticks out his tongue. Vil will have a lot of work if he wants to make him a fine gentleman. Well. You will take any version of Epel, even the pettiest and most teasing one, so it’s Vil’s burden to bear. “Kind of.”

You pout at him, but a quiet smile breaks your coolness. “So petty.

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6. Listen to your manly man complain about Vil.

After several weeks in NRC, you could tell Epel still hasn’t gotten used to Pomefiore, and especially its leader.

“I can’t handle him pointing out each… well, everything!” He hides his face in his hands and sluggishly rubs his eyes; he looks tired enough even if Pomefiore must have those eight hours of sleep every night mandatory. “He would find wrongdoings in the way I breathe.”

“I would too. You don’t breathe as much through your nose as you think you do. That’s so very unhealthy, Epel. Your skin will be ruined in the next week of running.”

Epel throws you a warning look as if you had hit the nail with your talk. “Stop or I will strangle you with a pillow in your sleep. I already have Ace on my list.”

You chuckle at a threat, and Epel rolls his eyes. “How dramatic.”

“I have enough drama in my life,” he continues, and you can feel from his tone that he either suppresses the sigh. No apathy or fury anymore, though. Pomefiore must be slowly growing on him, and you take it as a good sign. “My two upperclassmen are going to be a death of me. I don’t know how could I end up in Pomefiore. This kind of lifestyle doesn’t suit me.”

“You complain about them a lot, but, in reality, you look up to him, no?” You tease. “Even you can say the beauty he possesses is influential and somewhat powerful.”

“He might look majestically but it doesn’t make him any less annoying. Now, let’s stop talking about him.”

“Why not? I might become Vil Schoenheit’s fan.”

He clasps his hands on your mouth, so you have to fully focus on his glaring.

“You can’t. You are my fan.”

You pout but after he takes his hands off you, a lopsided smile cracks your lips. “I guess you’re right.”

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7. Argue, duh.

That’s a hobby of you two, although a risky one. It always leaves a weight on your heart, because you cannot not care for Epel. While jokes and sarcasm are never intended to hurt any of you, and you can almost always distance yourself from teasing comments, his every word is precious to you.

“Don’t be a killjoy,” would make you roll your eyes if Epel didn’t look so serious. Your smile falters, and something in your stomach twists. You know this conversation was going to end in an argument even before he glowered at you.

“Hey, don’t say it like that,” you stutter the words, placing a hand on his arm. It would come as a reassuring gesture, yet Epel made an effort to move a seat away, and your arm fell aimlessly, sadly. “I am just worried about our grades. That have. Uh. Dropped marginally.”

You stare at your shoes because listening to your best friend being displeased with you so greatly is heartbreaking.

“We have the whole weekend ahead of us to study,” he argued. “Be serious. You don’t want me to go, because you weren’t invited, isn’t that so?”

You sigh. You’ve never expected to be invited to each of their meetings: they are Epel’s friends, and you have yours.

While you knew Ace and Deuce were delightful company, you always thought Epel would choose you over them, even if you suggested something as unentertaining as studying because you would do the same.

You were wrong, after all. Maybe that’s the difference of willpower between a just-a-friends mindset and having a crush on him. Do you really have a crush on him, though? Or maybe you’ve expected too much from a childhood friendship.

“Well, no. I mean, I would love to be invited, but—”

“We don’t need to hang out together every time we have a spare afternoon,” he said, and while it was a true statement, it hurt. If you weren’t able to somehow steel your nerves, you would know you wouldn’t be able to bear the prickling in your eyes. Epel’s next suggestion comes as a whisper. “Sometimes… We should take a break from each other, ya know? And I need to figure, uh, something out.”

The news shocks you so much, that you don’t notice how he visibly abstains from lifting a hand to his chest.

Well. You always knew you were a hopeless romantic.

“Breaks from each other, huh…”

You take in the phrase in silence. Epel takes this chance as an opportunity to gather his things and pack them.

“…I’ll be leaving. Good luck studying or whatever.”

“…Alright. Have—” fun, you wanted to say, but the door shut and Epel left you alone.

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8. Go through the silent treatment phase.

After a week of awkward conversations, Epel has forgotten about that talk. The pain in your chest dulled and you were growing indifferent as if you were watching a show—your life—that started to bore you, not engaging you at all.

You stared blankly at the screen of your phone.

— today —

Epel: Hey

Epel: are u free todya?? you’ve been so absent last weeks >:((

Epel: Grim and prefect invited us for gaming night

Epel: dont ya DARE do skip it again

— seen: now —

…Yeah. You feel nothing, maybe only a little sad at the memory when you felt so vivid and happy when you got a message from Epel.

“No, sorry, I am busy with studying lol,” you type, and while you know that excuse will wear out in the next few days, for as much as you’ve been using it for the last week to avoid hanging out with Epel, your (ex-?) best friend starts to type something. He will protest and argue and try to convince you, but you don’t want to talk today. “Maybe next time.”

So you turn off your phone, sinking deeper into the pillows on your bed.

You don’t have the energy to confront Epel right now.

And that’s it.

…

You fell into a slumber deep enough to not hear the hesitant-turned-frantic knocking to your room.

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9. Let Epel hear the advice of unreliable gurus of love.

They are really unreliable, look messy, and they judge you. The worst kind of people to go for (love?) advice, but Epel assures himself that he needs honesty, not a pat on his back or a shoulder to cry on. He also is out of other options.

Moreover, he would like to cry nowhere near Ace, who would obviously mock him. Even now it’s hard to have a heart-to-heart conversation when he and Deuce chomp on some type of dessert and some awfully happy music from videogame plays in the back of the room. “So? What did you do?”

“Ace,” Deuce is kind enough to elbow Ace in the stomach when Epel’s stoic expression falters.

His shoulders drop. “No, he… He is kinda right.”

Ace throws a winning smile but moves too far away from Deuce to have him punch him for the cheekiness. “’ Kinda’?”

“…Totally right,” Epel finally admits. “[Name] has been avoiding me and I have no idea what should I do,” He throws his arms on the table, and almost hides his face in the palms of his hands. Instead, he moves away the strands of his unruly hair. “Ugh. Why I am even asking you guys to help me? You’re even worse at this kind of thing.”

“Speak for yourself. And Deuce,” Ace cuts him off. And before Deuce can do anything else than glare at him, Ace shifts closer to Epel and throws an arm over his shoulder so he has to hunch. “Epel, question: what is “this kind of thing”. You mean… as in friendships or dating?”

Deuce looks shocked, even so more than Epel. “Dating?!”

“Why are you even so shocked?” Ace asks him, furrowing his eyebrows. When Deuce starts to ponder over his words, he rolls his eyes. “[Name] probably have had a crush on this imbecile”— he points his fork at Epel—” for damn years now, if I had to guess”.

“Years?!”

“Thank you for the dramatic echo effect again, Deuce,” Ace snarls and finally focuses on Epel. Too distracted with a bickering between his friends, his spirits lift up a little. “And you, Epel. Pull yourself together. Do you want to sever the relationship? Do nothing. Do you want to be friends? Apologize to [Name] and try to patch the bond. Do you want to be in a relationship? …Welp, figure out that for yourself.”

…

“Amazing advice, Ace,” Deuce claps his hands theatrically.

He sticks out his tongue and winks. “You could never give a better one.”

Epel gets up from his seat.

“Thanks, you two. I… will do something.”

“Good luck,” Ace waves at him as Epel makes his way over to the door. “If it works out, you owe us a free drink. Especially me.”

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10. Have Epel fight for your love!!

It’s hard to find someone when the person knows your schedule and actively tries to avoid you. Choosing more roundabout corridors and sacrificing your wallet to have most of your meals in Monstro Longue instead of the cafeteria are only some of the things you did to avoid encountering Epel.

But he didn’t give up, and maybe his tenacity is what makes you oblige Epel once he finds you.

You don’t question him when he grabs your hand and asks you to skip the last lesson with him that feels almost unimportant as his intertwined fingers warm yours. You don’t comment on how his grip is stronger than usual and how he doesn’t let it go when your hands begin to sweat.

But as you leave the main building of NRC, the curiosity gets the better of you.

“Where are we heading to?”

Epel looks over his shoulder to blink at you. “I…,” he stammers, as confused enough to leave you wondering what is your final destination. Or what was your final destination, Epel seems to have forgotten whatever plan he had in mind. “I guess it can be here.”

He ushers you into one of the side alleys, a bit distanced from the main street and sits you down on a bench. You eye him curiously as he slowly lifts his hands to your face—and that is the first time he let go of your hand—and cupped your cheeks.

“Let me be clear. I- really like you,” he said loudly, gazing into your eyes. “And I know I… overreacted earlier. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to avoid me.”

You breathe out slowly. The heat from the “I really like you” moment prickles and makes your face hotter. It doesn’t help that Epel doesn’t shift his gaze from you nor that he has his hands firmly on your cheekbones as he awaits your answer.

“I’m… sorry. I shouldn’t have been getting between you and your friends.”

Epel eyes you, bewildered. “Why are you focusing on that part?”

“Huh?”

“Ah. Maybe… I will phrase it differently,” He hesitates and his tone wavers, but he says the words without a stutter, as if he’s been practising them in front of the mirror, effectively. “I love you.”

“And I- I want to be friends even if you don’t feel the same.” He rushes with an explanation when you don’t answer as your mind goes blank. “Because. I don’t want you to… avoid me anymore. A-actually, you don’t have to rush with your answer. Just, decide, someday, in the near future, haha? I will wait.”

He glances at you and you know he won’t be able to bear long without hearing your answer. As he rushes past you, you think you heard a hushed whisper.

“Dear Sevens, I said it…!”

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2-dsimp · 6 months ago

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Hi! Can I get a sfw match up with the spin offs? Here's my info:

🩷Height: 5'0

🩷Age: 18

🩷Gender: Male (Ftm trans and a femboy :D)

🩷My passions: Art and music! ^^

🩷My hobbies: Drawing (both traditionally and digitally), singing, dancing (sometimes, I'm more of a low energy person most of the time), listening to music, playing with the stray cats my family takes care of or just watching them be idiots (affectionate)

🩷My profession: None yet but I plan to do something art related

🩷Other info: I'm very skinny to the point where I can actually feel my ribs through my shirt (I know how unhealthy that is and I've been trying to gain weight qvq), and I'm naturally flat, so I don't have to worry about top surgery or binders :D I have olive skin and I LOVE dressing in cute pastel pink and girly clothes <3 My Mbti is INFP and I am very very introverted, I like to keep my hair growing super long, the longest it has gotten recently is when it almost reached my hip level. I love animals and sweets. I have also been told by my friend that I'm quite naive, which is why I was oblivious to all the drama with my classmates (she was the one who told me about the beef everyone has with each other)

Thank you so much! ^^

(I love your content btw, I check your blog daily like it's newspaper and I'm a dad drinking coffee at the dinner table in the morning XD)

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If you’re trying to gain weight then look no further. He’s an excellent cook and knows the science behind different food groups. Enough to know what your diet should entail for you to gain enough weight to your satisfaction.

Just be prepared for him to notify you the time to eat breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. With no exceptions to your tardiness as he’s the type to cook a full course meal. Like a dedicated line chef making sure you’ve eaten your fill.

Given that the Cultleader’s hair is also somewhat on the long side he’ll jump to help you style your hair. Making it apart of his daily routine in dolling you up before you both head outside to go out and spend some quality time with one another.

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A/n: o(≧v≦)o thank you!

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upside-garden-of-dreams · 9 months ago

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Funny Coincidence? [Bang Chan x Reader]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none at all ~

Geneal information: Reader is hinted to be female, but overall I kept them pretty gender neutral. Excuse any typos and mistakes, English isn't my native language

*looks at camera* Arien, this is for you ~🩷 Heavily inspired in a situation that happened irl with my friend and her reason to get that husky family Enjoy your read~ 🐺🖤

Christopher could not keep his eyes away from the pastel colored box, silliness coloring his smile and bubbling in his chest.

Their little beady eyes stared up at him in the cutest way, tiny fuzzy faces adding to their adorableness. Not to mention the minuscule clothes and accessories that only worsened the cute aggression felt in that moment.

Sylvanian Families - Husky Family

He couldn't control the giggles caught in his throat, letting them out into the air while kicking his legs from the emotion.

A mom dressed in a tiny pastel pink dress

A dad doning the smallest set of blue shirt and pants

And three adorable baby huskies swaddles in different pastel colored blankies

Your boyfriend remembers the stars in your eyes and the gasp that left you when you locked your gaze on that particular set of miniature animals weeks back.

How could he? That child-like joy looked beautiful on you!

Chris remembers how you clinged to his arm and dragged him into the toy store, begging and listing off the reasons why you "absolutely needed" that set.

You yolted with excitement when the shopkeep announced it was their last box of that particular set, growing anxious at the prospect of getting your hands over the husky family.

"If I may ask and know, what is so special of this set that you "must" have it?"

Words failed you and slipped off your tongue without any sense as a stuttered excuse was conjured by your brain, "Childhood pet! Yep, and it's a limited edition, too!" You held the small box close to your chest while making your way to the register, "C-C'mon, there's no way I'll let this opportinuty go... It's the last set!"

A heavy blush covered your cheeks, even tinting the tips of your ears, after his curiosity reached you.

You might think those small, fuzzy animals are the cutest ever, but your flushed face right then and there was his opinion on cutest ever.

So, that day you went home with new figurines to display on your desk and with the sweetest, biggest smile on your lips.

Later on, BangChan did his research and found out the husky family wasn't really a limited set, or at least that's what Calico Critter forums said. Needless to say, that curiosity from earlier resurfaced.

What was the real reason you were desperate to get them?

It wasn't until today that it dawned on him.

You had made plans to spend some time together at your apartment, watch some movies, play some games, and enjoy your favorite snacks.

Once his eyes landed on your desk, he matched two and two together.

You had run out the room to refill your drink. This left him all alone in your personal paradise, filled with trinkets and decorations that showed your unique and colorful self.

From soft PomPomPurin plushies to anime figurines and posters on your walls, with photo frames of you with your friends, family and boyfriend scattered here and there.

Your very own WolfChan plush stood right beside the husky family, with a polaroid of your 2nd anniversary date and one of his photocards situated in between your collectibles.

The spark went off in his brain

Huskies do look a lot like wolves, after all

"Is that supposed to be...us?" Chris mused to himself, a smile growing on his lips.

Love exploded in his chest, emotions running a mile a minute, leaving his brain completely melted at just how utterly adorable you were.

His heart skipped a beat, "So, does that mean... [Name] wants a family? With me?!"

That's how we end up with Chan kicking his legs in excitement as giggles erupt from his lips, face burried in one of your plushies to muffle the sound and hide his goofy fanboy smile.

At the sound of your footsteps approaching, he quickly stood up, rearranged Purin properly on your bed, and took deep breaths to calm down, appear as if nothing had happened.

As soon as you stepped in, his arms were around you, bringing you close to him, "Hey~"

Careful, not wanting to spill your drink, you hugged him back, "Hey there~ Missed me much?"

Chris shrugged, "Eh, kinda," As much as he wanted to appear nonchalant, the roll of his chuckle betrayed him.

While you knew him to be a cheery, funny guy, something about his demeanor felt off.

"What's up? Saw a funny tiktok or something?" You inquired.

He shook his head, "No, no, I just-... Just wondering~"

You took this as your queue to separate slightly and look up at him, taking the opportunity to set your glass down on a stable surface.

"Oh? Can I know about what, luv?" You asked.

More giggles came to the surface as he looked at you, carressing the small of your back with his thumb from where his arms remained loosely on your waist.

Confused, but with his excitement being contagious, a smile formed on your lips as you waited for his answer.

Pink dusted his cheeks, love and eagerness shining in his eyes, "Should we get started making the husky babies?"

You tilted your head slightly, not fully understanding his suggestive tone.

"Wha-OH!" You exclaimed once you followed his gaze to your desk, or rather, to the box containing your Calico Critters.

"Oh my god, Christopher!" That adorable blush from the day you acquired the set returned to your face, hands going up to cover your cheeks.

Laughter filled the air as the leader of Stray Kids brought you back to his chest, showing his teasing ment no harm or pressure, it was simply a silly joke. A joke to demonstrate he understood now the reason why you wanted that specific family of dogs.

All you could do was groan as more laughter spilled from him.

"It's okay, babe! If anything, I think that's quite cute, and I agree with your vision," He reassured, hand going up to pat your head.

At the mention of cute, you peeked up at him slightly, indirectly inquiring an explanation.

Christ pointed at the box, "It's us! It totally is us!" His glee was akin to that of a small child, "Well, us in a future, 'cus we agreed that kids aren't in the picture just yet."

You snorted silently, hitting his chest without force in your hand, "You dork."

He feighend offence, "Me?! You're the one who thought of us with that set! You're the bigger dork here!"

You resorted to further burrying your face into his chest with a small giggle, embarrassment dissipating.

Well, the "secret" was out, but at last he reacted the best way possible!

Even if you couldn't see, Chan smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head. "Really, it's very adorable. You don't know what you did to my heart."

You remained like that for a while longer, enjoying the close proximity and warmth of his embrace.

Slowly, you turned towards your decorated desk and reached for the Sylvanians. You held it our for both of you to look at closely.

"It's us."

"It really is us."

You looked at Chan and he looked at you, both sharing a sweet smile as he brought your foreheads together.

"You're so silly," he said.

"And you love silly old me~," you said with triumph.

"Yeah, I do," overwhelming love was evident in his voice.

It was only natural for your lips to find each other after, longing to demostrate the mutual adoration that gives life to your relationship.

[ END ]

Hehehehe 😈🤭💖 I personally really enjoyed writing this piece, since I wrote it with a target in mind, one of my dearest friends in life! Hope it was to your liking~! Fee freeto like, reblog, and comment~

#writing in dreams #idol imagines #stray kids #christopher bang #bang chan #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #christopher bang x reader #kpop imagines

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misseviehyde · 1 year ago

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BITCH-SEED: (The leaving gift)

Jenny loved her younger brother Toby so much. He was funny, kind and musically talented. He was a drummer in a Nirvana inspired school band and didn't lack for moral courage. He was a cool kid who looked out for others - she was really proud of him.

That was why she begged him to stop trying to intervene with her bullying by mean-girl Aimee and her bunch of cronies.

Aimee was a blonde, spoiled rich girl who had taken a dislike to Jenny. She was cruel, self-absorbed and malicious and seemed to spend a considerable part of her energy looking for ways to ruin Jenny's life.

The popular mean girl had a vindictive and cruel streak and Jenny didn't want her brother being targeted and victimised next. Besides, they were moving schools next week so what was the point? Her Dad was getting a job in a new town and the family were all moving. Jenny was looking forward to the fresh start.

She was by the lockers clearing out some of her things ready for the move one day, when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey loooooser."

Jenny's bowels clenched in fear as she heard the teasing, superior voice of her bully behind her and she turned to see Aimee and her clique of girls standing before her.

Aimee was impossibly pretty. Her blonde hair was platinum and straight and perfect in every way. Her flawless features were smooth and beautiful, her clothing expensive and painfully tasteful. She wore white knee length boots, so shiny you could see your face in them, a pleated black mini-skirt and a cute pink sweater of some highly expensive material. A pretty pink bow was pinned into her hair.

Cold blue eyes regarded Jennny maliciously, Amiee's pink lip-glossed lips twitching into a malevolent smile as she examined her acrylic nails - long and white - and advanced on her victim.

"Ohhh are you clearing out your locker already loser? So sorry to hear you're leaving us. I guess that means you think you're getting away from me?"

Jenny backed nervously away from the other girl and shrieked as she crashed into the open door of the locker behind her. The impact bruised her back and sent a stab of pain through her body.

Amiee and her girls howled with laughter enjoying seeing Jenny make a clutz of herself as usual.

"I'll have to find some other pathetic fuck to do my homework and top up my coffee money," laughed Amiee. "You're so fucking pathetic Jenny. It doesn't matter where you go, you'll never amount to anything."

"Hey - leave her alone," snarled a voice and Jenny felt a stab of fear as Toby suddenly appeared at her side. "You bunch of bitches better leave my sister alone. I'm sick of watching you float around here as if the world owes you a living. None of you have got any real backbone. You're just parasites who live off your Daddy's money. Get out of here."

The girls all looked at one another in genuine puzzlement and Amiee smirked - tossing her hair coldly and folding her arms dangerously beneath her breasts.

"Oh yeah nerd? You think you can protect your dumb sister from us? I don't think so and thanks for helping me make my mind up about something I've been planning for a while. Girls I think it's time we gave our leaving gifts to these losers."

Holding out their palms facing up, the popular girls all began to giggle and smirk as with a buzzing, crackling sound, tiny motes of energy materialised above their open hands. They formed into small spheres of pastel coloured energy that floated in the air. The siblings gawked in astonishment.

Amiee's was the largest. A ball of bratty pink light that shone with a powerful radiance and seemed to whisper toxic ideas into the mind.

"Each of these is a bitch-seed. It's how we make more members of our clique. The seeds contain our memories of makeup, boys and fashion and also our stronger personalities and feminine desires that will corrupt and transform anyone they enter. One of you is going to become JUST like us and I think we both know who..."

Laughing Amiee turned and blew on her seed. It shot from her hand and hit Toby... crackling as it entered his body and he groaned in shock.

He gasped as the delicious pink energy throbbed and thrummed through him and around him... strange new thoughts and desires filling his mind as his bones and body ached.

Doesn't it feel good to be girly?

It did feel... good. Really good.

Toby's short brown hair lengthened and his features became softer. Pretty lashes blinked in astonishment and he tugged uncomfortably at his clothing as his hips cracked out and his chest tingled as budding breasts began to form. He was becoming a girl!

"You see Jenny," laughed Amiee. "When you start your new school - it's the perfect time to send someone to start a new clique there. I've done my research and your new school is pathetically short of bullies. I've decided your brother will be perfect to start things there. He has real leadership potential and once I've turned him into my mini-me then you'll never be free. The transformation changes reality for any who don't witness it, and soon you'll be the only one who remembers your brother. Now let's fill him up with more, girls!"

More bitch-seeds floated from the girls hands and into Toby. Pink and purple sparks crackled as they merged into him and Toby moaned as each one was absorbed into his body accelerating the physical changes.

Toby groaned as his nice personality was attacked and overwhelmed. He felt so sexy and bitchy and it felt so good to give into all the whispering girly voices telling him to accept the power.

Yesssssss let your like loser personality become ours. Be a mean girl, you know you want to.

Toby giggled and threw back his head - eagerly spreading his arms wide and accepting the energy into his body. He needed this! It felt AMAZING!

Amiee watched in wicked delight summoning another ball of energy and sending it into him.

"Yessss that's it bitch... take all our power and let it transform you. Let your new thoughts take control. Become a fucking bitch just like us."

The girls surrounded Toby and holding our their hands shot more energy into his body. Each blast caused Toby to moan in pleasure and to writhe in ecstasy - clearly enjoying the wicked energy pulsing into his body.

"Yessssss... give it to me... mmmmhhh fill me up. Mmmmh this feels so good yes I wanna be a bitch just like you girls!"

Toby moaned as wicked nails shot from his fingers and his hair lengthened and turned lighter then finally platinum blonde. His body became more feminine with tanned soft skin and beautiful features. Hips cracked out as his chest began to bulge pushing his t shirt out in interesting places.

Jenny sobbed in horror as she watched the transformation. She was powerless to stop the corruption. Toby wasn't even resisting!

The girls were all moaning in unison now, the bullies groaning like sluts as they pushed their most evil, depraved, slutty memories and thoughts into the bitch-seeds.

Toby's mind was being corrupted and overwritten by dozens of memories - Amiee's strongest of all. His own useless boy memories were being overwritten.

Memories of sucking dick, spending money, acting like a spoiled bitch filled the transforming sluts mind. It overrode now useless knowledge. Who needed to play the drums when you could be a cheerleader instead? Who needed to know the names of his male friends when he could be friends with the most popular girls in school.

Hours worth of makeup tutorials, knowledge of how to bully people and manipulate others seared through Toby's malleable mind. The bitch seeds were finding fertile ground.

"Yessssss, I love it," drooled the blonde girl happily as her pretty eyes rolled back in her head. "Give me moooooore!"

"Wow girls - she's really receptive. Pump her mind full of our nastiest memories. Turn her into the meanest, most spoiled slut ever. Burn that boy out of her. Make her into our new friend... Naomi."

Naomi moaned happily as she heard her new name. Yes... that was who she was now. Her pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she felt her breasts swell up nice and big and her useless dick retreat into being her new clit. This was MUCH better.

"Fuck yes girls - make me fucking EVIL!" laughed Naomu as she felt all positive memories and love for her pathetic sister burned out of her mind. This was glorious.

Sobbing in the corner Jenny watched her bullying sister being corrupted into the worst kind of bitch.

By now the energies had even affected Toby's former clothing. His Nirvana t-shirt was now no more, replaced instead by a tight pink dress that fit the new bitch perfectly.

Naomi's nails were long and sharp, her shaven pussy covered by a tiny black thong whose string rode up between her perfect ass cheeks. Full firm breasts, bigger then Jenny's stood proudly on her chest and her bitchy blonde hair fell like a perfect wave around her shoulders.

She and Aimee looked like sisters now.

Aimer and Naomi hugged as if they had known each other all their life and Jenny squirmed in fear at the matching smiles on their perfect faces...

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Linda had thought she should go say hi to the new girl on the beach. Jenny seemed nice - although the look of terror on her face as Linda approached was weird.

The chubby nerd wasn't sure why Jenny was so terrified and she didn't even see Naomi from behind till it was too late.

Linda moaned as the bitch-seed conjured by Naomi flowed into her body and she began to change. "That's it nerd," hissed Naomi, "let the bitch in you grow. Become the bitch you were born to be."

In moments Linda had been replaced and had become Leanne instead. Now a spoiled beach bitch she moved to flank her new Alpha with a wicked smile on her face.

"Thanks sis," giggled Naomi. "Another new girl for my clique. I do enjoy turning the ones that would have been your friends into MY friends."

Jenny cried as she looked into her once kind brothers sneering face. Naomi was even worse that Aimee had been. She constantly mocked and teased her sister and made her feel inferior. Worse - her parents were totally enthralled by their popular, successful, beautiful daughter and now despised Jenny.

School was a nightmare - Naomi had created a new clique of bullies and turned the school into her personal playground. She was now head cheerleader and dating the quarterback. Having to listen to Naomi scream in ecstasy as Chad fucked her brains out in hwr bigger bedroom next door was yet another indignity Jenny had to endure.

"Oh by the way loser," grinned Naomi. "Aimee and the girls are visiting this weekend. They're staying over the whole time and I bet you can't wait to catch up with her."

Laughing Naomi strutted away to the admiring stares of everyone whilst her sister cried like a pathetic little bitch.

Guess Penny wasn't enjoying her leaving gift after all...

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #corruption #m2f corruption #bully #bitch-seed #brother #mean girl #bad girl #evil

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for pointing out the fact that the groom’s family at my sister’s wedding were all wearing funeral clothes?

i (23NB) went to my sister’s (29F) wedding. not as part of the bridal party, i requested to be left out because she wanted her bridal party all in very feminine dresses and i present masc. but i helped with the floral arranging and paperwork so i felt like i contributed decently

my sister’s new husband (20M) is a nice guy, he’s very sweet to my sister. i think he’s a little young for her but our own parents actually have the same length age gap so i can’t really argue without causing other problems. tbh i have no issues with the relationship itself since she met him when he was an adult and he has been a very supportive partner to her

the wedding was at a christian church near us that our family “attends” but none of us besides our very religious aunt go to much anymore. it was a nice event, the colors were pastel yellow and peach. i helped set things up when i got there and then hung out with the groom’s party a little to see if they needed help on their end. after that i started greeting the arriving guests with our dad (48M)

here’s where i may be the asshole:

while my dad and i were shaking hands and directing guests around, i started noticing a weird pattern. a lot of our family were showing up in what i figured is pretty standard formal wear for a summer wedding at a church. lots of navy blue blazers, light pink dresses, tan/gray pantsuits, etc… a lot of random variation. but the groom’s family were by comparison all very much matching. in fact, at first, i thought maybe my sister had told them to dress in specific colors

they were all wearing black.

black suits, black dresses, black pantsuits… the only ones wearing any color were some of the kids who were wearing navy blue or gray. it got a little obvious when both his parents stood in front of us wearing black, dad and i wearing much more colorful attire. hell my own tie had pinky peach stripes to match the flowers

i didn’t say anything about it at first. i assumed there was something i didn’t know or that i was maybe just overreacting. but, as the event got underway, i noticed that the groom’s family were being a little distant. his sister (20s?F) in particular seemed to be stone-faced and didn’t return the greeting i offered, instead just staring at me and then huffing before she went to sit down. she was wearing a long black dress.

i haven’t met his family more than once or twice in the year and a half they’ve been together, but it seemed strange. they aren’t Addams Family types, black isn’t a standard color for them as far as i know. especially not the MIL (40s?F) whose home from what i remember is all pinks and florals

i finally decided to voice my confusion to my dad after the ceremony, when we were all sat down to eat before the dancing got started. he told me it was definitely weird, but to not tell my sister during the wedding. she definitely hadn’t asked them to specifically dress like that. i agreed i had no plans to tell her since it could stress her out

there were a couple more suspicious things like the speech that the groom’s brother (21M) gave where he made a pretty pointed cradle robbing joke and then the MIL leaving abruptly after the speeches… and i didn’t get talked to almost at all by any of his family besides his brother

during the party, i had a couple drinks and hung out with some of my sister’s bridesmaids. i off-handedly joked with one of them that it was weird to wear funeral clothes to a wedding, even though both take place in a church. she asked me what i was talking about so i, being tipsy and not thinking, explained everything…

i shouldn’t have been surprised that by the end of the night the gossip had made it to my sister and she was livid. she said some pretty hurtful things about me not being in her bridal party and “barely being [her] sister anymore” and we both left the interaction crying. i know she went too far and blew up at me, but i also think that she really is making a bad decision by marrying a guy so much younger than her, whose family seem to maybe even disapprove of it

i kinda hate that i noticed it and said anything but i also kinda hate my sister’s choices and what she said to me… AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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readychilledwine · 1 year ago

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Bliss

Summary - You and Tamlin were in desperate need of a break with Amarantha looming in your lives.

Warnings - Amarantha, foreshadowing/alluding to a character's death, water

A/n - I have so many headcannons/ideas for Tamlin with a mate pre-Amarantha, and none of them end well for OC/Reader. This was originally written to be a Vanserra oc, but I liked it more from a reader mindset. I am hoping I caught everything name wise and pronoun wise, but if I didn't, my apologies 💜

"Tamlin, no!" You screamed as the High Lord picked you up. He was walking towards the ocean boarding Spring, a wide grin on his face as Lucien and Andras pointed and laughed. "Tam! Please! You just bought me this dress!"

He laughed lightly, blonde hair swaying lightly in the wind with every step, "But y/n, you said you wished to go swimming!"

He repositioned you so he was carrying you in his arms, smiling broadly down at your facs as you glared up into his green eyes. "Plus you said and I quote, "I detest this dress, Tamlin." So what is the harm in taking a little swim in it?"

You couldn't help the soft giggle from leaving your throat, wrapping your arm around his neck and using the other to steady yourself on his chest. He had you there. The dress you were in was a pink monstrosity of tulle and layers. He had hoped it would finally win you over and convince you to switch out the deep jewel tones of Autumn for the light pastels of the court you would soon be Lady of.

You only wore it to see him smile the way he was right now. Smiling like Amarantha was not some looming darkness you all had been dealing with. Smiling like she had not just threatened to murder you when she learned of the bond. Smiling like this single moment of bliss was all he needed, as if it was bringing him back to life, to himself.

You sighed contently in his arms and snuggled into his bare chest. Feeling that first splash of cool water licking your ankles. "Stop looking at me like that." His face was flushed, a soft pink glow tinting his cheekbones and nose

You smiled softly, "Like what?"

He was into his thighs, water beginning to lap at the pink tulle netting and kissing your lower legs. "Like you think I've planted every flower for you. Like you love more than anything this realm could offer."

And Gods did you. You loved Tamlin long before the bond snapped, and you would love him to your grave if it came down to it. You gasped as cold water hit your lower back and butt, making you squirm lightly. "Tam, I didn't bring extra clothing!"

"I specifically said, Y/n, bring extra clothing. We're going to the beach for a family day," you not bringing extra clothing is on you, sunflower."

You hardly had time to scream out, "Tamlin, no," as he tossed you out of his arms and into the surf. Cold water kissed your skin as you allowed yourself to sink a little further into the salty depths of the Spring Court Coastline. You felt a hand find yours, lacing your fingers together before pulling you up.

You broke the surf gasping. Instantly throwing your arms around Tamlin's next and soaking his bare chest. You could feel it vibrating with each joyful laugh leaving his body. You couldn't stop yourself, acting impulsively on a childish need and splashing him in the side of the face with water.

Tamlin's jaw dropped as he spit out the salty liquid, his smile became feral, a playful glint appearing in his eyes. "Well, sunflower, you've done it now." Tamlin picked you back up, attempting to toss you again, but you clung to him. Ripping him into the water with you, arms around his neck and he secured his around your waist. He pulled you two back up, laughing loudly again. His arms stayed around you, lifting you slightly above him as one of your hands came to touch his cheek. "You love me," He teased quietly.

"Mhm," you nodded back. "I love you more than anything the realm could offer." He shook his head, moving the wet hair from your face.

"Will my bride honor me with a kiss?" You surrendered to his need immediately, lips finding his and sighing. The taste of the sea lingered on both of you as he kissed you back with equal passion. He pulled away and leaned your foreheads together. "Let's get you back to shore, my flower. I brought extra clothing for you." He used his hands to lift your dress enough to hold your legs around his waist. "Maybe we should move up the wedding," his voice was soft in your ear. "Have it before the High Lord's ball she's throwing?"

The sentence leaving your lips next would doom you, you knew deep down it would, but you wanted this. You needed this. You wanted this blissful moment knowing you would die at her hands no matter what you decided. "Maybe it should be tomorrow."

Tamlin's eyes lit up, "Tomorrow," he agreed.

#acotar #acotar x reader #tamlin x reader #tamlin acotar #tamlin x yn #tamlin x you #pro tamlin healing arch

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harrysdaydream-tpwk · 1 year ago

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“Delicate Point of View - H.S. blurb“

summary: “Stop moving, I’m almost done!” or Harry exploring his feminine side with you by his side to guide and help him.

warnings: none

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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Harry’s face twitched endearingly and you giggled, lightly pressing the tips of your fingers into the crinkled skin near his eyes.

“Stop moving, I’m almost done!”, you say playfully, poking your tongue out in concentration. Harry just stared at you, the close proximity of your faces making him look funny.

You brushed the wand of your mascara over his lashes lightly, colouring them black and rounding off the look perfectly.

“You’re so cute”, Harry whispered, a grin on his face which had dangerous similarities to his infamous smirks. “Oh, shut up.” You couldn’t suppress another giggle.

You sat back down on your heels, having slightly kneeled over him on your bed before, to look at your finished product. Satisfied, you reached out to lightly brush a brown curl off of his forehead.

You hadn’t been together that long, honeymoon phase still sweetly influencing your relationship, but you couldn’t be more happy. No one had ever made you feel like he did before, with butterflies in your belly every time you saw him and heart beating wildly every time he dared to touch you.

“Go take a look in the mirror”, you encouraged, watching him hop off the bed and step in front of the body length mirror adorning the bedroom in your apartment. He was wearing wide, pastel trousers that hugged his waist delicately and a sheer, white wrap around shirt with sleeves puffing out at his shoulders.

Harry wasn’t wearing any shoes and both his toe- and fingernails were painted, another thing you contributed to his look today. The outfit had been picked out by his stylist discreetly, Harry hadn’t wanted anyone to see this side of him just yet, too scared to even admit it even existed.

You looked at him staring at himself in awe, the blush dusting his cheek not only at fault through the pink blush she had applied earlier. His lips, which she had just put some sheer lipgloss on for now- stretched into a wide smile and he turned around to look at you.

“I love it”, he whispered, “I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” You just stared quietly, unsure what to say.

It seemed like such an intimate moment, something so delicate you were scared to break it.

“You look beautiful”, you settled on, finally, not able to put it into words it any differently. You watched, as he spun around again, taking in the movements of his clothes with big eyes, taking a step closer to the mirror and lightly brushing his fingers over his own cheeks, his eyelids, which fluttered close at the contact and his lips, the gloss smearing across his skin.

You got up slowly, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arm around his waist as you stand next to him. He smiled down at you, kissing the top of your head before brushing a hand down you hair, over your shoulders, to let it rest at your lower back.

“Thank you”, he whispered into your roots, taking a deep breath in, “I love you. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

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#harry styles fanfictio #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles x you #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #feminine harry styles #fem harry #harry styles concert #harry styles fan

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milevenstancyendgame · 21 days ago

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El's Outfit Rating - S1

Since doing this for Mike was so much fun, I decided to do it for El's wardrobe too. Gotta beat the between-seasons blues.😎

Okay, season 1 is actually a horrible season to do this for.😞 None of the clothes she wears are her own and I can't say anything funny about the above, except that this is the only time I love Mike's beige jacket.

Next please. I already rated this outfit for Mike.😒 Cozy vibes, love the sharing, aaaaaand really not my colours. BUT! We got an optional blue jacket!👁️👄👁️ El must have found it somewhere at the Wheelers' house. Those two blues are one blue too much.😐 I'm sorry, but I rate it down to

2 out of 5 ⭐⭐

OUR SALVATION!!!🤩🙌😭 Okay, this dress goes through so many variations, I'll rate them individually (also there isn't anything else after this, whelp🫠).

Stage 1 is a baby pink dress with balloon sleeves and a white collar, plus blonde wig. Love the pink, I'm a HUGE fan of pastels (not a lot of those in ST, BUT there are some highlights).😍🩷 All the way for poofiness too.👌 What I don't like is the collar and the ruffled fabric of the top part, but there are actually pink and green dots you can see in the 2nd picture if you squint - I think they're stars? That's a cute detail.✨ But the wig looks too much...like a wig.🧐 Compared to everything else though...Plus

Mike like 😍

4 out of 5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The blue jacket returns.😐 The white socks with the green and yellow stripes are actually a cute detail though.🤍💛💚 She took the wig off too, plus

Mike like 😍

3 out of 5 ⭐⭐⭐

It gets worse though.😬 Grey taped goggles, a blue plaid shirt (from Hopper, I think?), white and brown striped towel.🫣Baby girl is sad and tired.😟 The dress is dirty. Nothing left but to end with

1 out of 5 ⭐😬

Good riddance, S1.🫡 S2, I'm looking forward to you.😭🤧

#Mileven #Pro Mileven #El Hopper #Eleven Hopper #Stranger Things #Mileven is endgame #When I thought of doing El's outfits I thought of s3 and was like:#YAY! This is going to be fun!!😃#Then I watched s1 ☠️#It's awful how seeing things from this perspective hits so hard because you realise #She has no possessions because she was treated like a possession herself #Makes Mike promising her real food and her own bed and even his room!!!#All the more heartwarming and important #My edits #Eleven #Gloriously silly #Costumes #Fashion #Outfits

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candyrockpop · 2 years ago

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Stood Up

CW/TW - None!

Part 3

Summery: You and Howdy go on a date at the park to get to know each other a little more. Silly stories are told and laughter takes over for a bit. A few days later you meet his sister! You spend the day with the siblings and take them to make their first Build-a-Bear! And more romance on the drive home!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Getting ready on Thursday made Howdy feel like he was a nervous wreck (he was). He, after spending nearly an hour getting ready, finally chose his outfit for the day: A white long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a pastel yellow sweater vest paired with a pair of light blue jeans. His antennae twitched nervously, and he checked himself one more time in the mirror. He double checked his hair and his clothes, and made sure the flowers were right.

Taking a deep breath, he walked out the front door and locked it behind him.

When you set up this date, you were excited, but now? You were an anxious mess while waiting at the park for Howdy. You tried taking a few deep breaths, but it didn’t help too much, just as you were getting ready to plug in your headphones and listen to some music to calm down, you saw him walking towards you. That is, until he stopped and stared at you. You were confused and worried he didn’t like your outfit before you saw the blush making itself known on his cheeks. You smiled, nervous and flustered. He looked so handsome; you just couldn’t help but smile as you felt a blush warm your cheeks. You cleared your throat and walked closer to him, “Are you alright, Howdy?” You had to look up at him, but you could see him break from his trance and his blush darken.

He chuckled, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck while another presented a beautiful bouquet of red and pink camellias, red and white carnations, dandelions, forget-me-nots, gloxinias, jonquils, and spider flowers. It was a lovely bouquet, even if the flowers seemed a bit random. You brought the flowers up and smiled as you smelled them, “Oh, they're lovely. How did you choose what flowers to use?” You couldn’t deny that you were curious about the seemingly random arrangement.

He giggled and all his hands laced together as he began playing with his fingers. Even from his voice you could tell he was a little embarrassed, “I, uh, did some research into the meanings of different flowers...” He trailed off as he ducked his head, which admittedly didn’t work because of his height. You cooed, “Thank you so much. I've never had someone put in so much effort for me...” You looked adoringly at the flowers, softly caressing their petals.

Howdy smiled at you. He was so happy you liked the bouquet that he let out a quiet sigh of relief before dusting off his clothes. “So, uh, what's the plan?” he asked with a tilt of his head. You looked up at him through your lashes and he swore that if he had a heart, it would have skipped a beat. You smiled and offered a hand for him to hold, which he happily took, and you started walking down the path, “Well, I was thinking that maybe we could go for a walk and get to know each other? If that’s okay with you...?” You looked hesitant and he hated the look on you. “I love that idea, bug.” His voice was soft and reassuring when he spoke. He started to softly rub the back of your hand with his thumb. You grinned up at him and he smiled back at you.

You hummed, looking around as you started to wander down a more wooded section of the path. “Have you any funny childhood stories?” You looked up at him curiously. He chuckled, “Who doesn’t?” You laughed and nodded, “Everyone has them, but do you wanna share some of yours?” He could see the hope in your eyes, and he couldn’t just say no!

He nodded with a smile, “I don’t see why not! Let's see, what’s a good one...” he trailed off for a minute before perking up, “Oh! I know! Okay, so when I was younger, and I mean a small little puppet, I would get in to all sorts of trouble.” You looked at him surprised and he noticed. He laughed, pulling you away from the edge of the sidewalk as he ducked under a few taller tree branches, “Yeah, I was a hand full, and despite how tall I am now I was a small kid. This meant that I could hide in places others couldn’t get to. Well, one day I decided to hide in the upper cabinet because I didn’t want a haircut.” He couldn’t help but smile and giggle when you laughed.

You wiped a tear from your eye and took a breather for a second. “Really? You hid from going and getting a haircut?” You had to hold back another fit of giggles as he nodded matter-of-factly. “Yep, I liked my hair as it was back then, it was fun to play with. That and my fuzz was off in places because I had a habit of accidentally cutting it with scissors...” he flushed a little and grinned. Both of you let out a nose of surprise as he walked face-first into a tree branch. He looked surprised and stunned. You started laughing, continuing to hold onto his hand even as you nearly buckled in a fit of laughter.

He seemed to break out of his stunned silence as he started his own fit of giggles, bending down to hold you up with a pair of his arms and moving the tree branch with his fourth arm. He managed to lead you both to a bench where you both calmed down. Neither of you talked for a few minutes, taking a moment to regain the air lost in your laughing fits.

He started his story again, faint chuckles interrupting him a few times, “Eventually though, my mother found me. I ended up scaring the wings off her and missing my appointment! I still had to go a few days later, but it was delayed a little and that was fine in my young mind.” You wheezed and giggled. He smiled and his arms hovered around you to ensure he could catch you if you fell.

Both of you told silly stories from your youth and had to stop a few times from laughing too hard. Eventually, you circled around back to the entrance of the park. “I had fun today.” he muttered. He still held your hand, even lightly squeezing periodically. You smiled and hugged him, taking a deep breath and squeezing him a little. He tensed up, not expecting the hug, but happily returned the embrace.

You let go first, sadly, and took a couple steps back. You had a faint blush covering your cheeks as you smiled, “I had fun too. I'll see you around, and maybe we can have a few more? Dates, I mean.” Howdy quickly nodded, his smile could rival the sun and you almost wished you had sunglasses. You said your final goodbye and started your walk home.

He watched you walk away for a moment before turning to walk to his own home.

It turned out you didn’t live that far away from Howdy. You both found this out when, a few days later, Howdy was playing with his little sister outside. He had been asked to babysit while his parents went on a date and he happily agreed. You happened to be walking by when you saw the pair outside. He had lifted her up and was spinning with her in a pair of his arms. His other pair of arms was splayed out at his sides, helping him keep his balance. You had stopped to watch and didn’t notice the sweet and absolute love-drunk smile adorning your features.

You didn’t even seem to stop the thought that he would make a good dad as it came to the front of your mind. Your own thoughts surprised you and you yelped. Howdy obviously looked over and smiled when he saw you, but he was curious why you were blushing so furiously. You looked like a strawberry! He made quick work of getting to you, his sister held in two of his arms as he brought a hand to your cheek. He asked if you were okay and your blush darkened as you squeaked out, “Yes!” He looked at you skeptically, but backed away a little.

After taking a moment to calm down, you looked at Howdy little sister. She was a small caterpillar similar is color to Howdy, just with a darker green for skin and a beautiful deep navy blue for hair. She looked at you with wonder and you smiled. “Hiya, honey. What’s you’re name?” Your voice was sweet and calm, but she hid in Howdy's arms and looked at you through her lashes. She looked up at Howdy and he nodded with a small smile, “Go ahead, They’re okay.” She nodded, gaining some bravery, and asked to be put down so she could introduce herself. She grinned, holding out a hand to shake, “My name is Heya! You’re very pretty!” You chuckled and took her hand, instead picking her up. You gently booped her nose. “Why thank you. Heya is a very pretty name.” You looked at Howdy as you finished your sentence, your grin teasing, “I see that greetings run in the family for names?” He smiled and nodded. “Mama just likes them, I guess.”

You, despite your other possible plans for the day, ended up spending a good portion of the day with the pair. You still got your shopping done, but you also came out with a bunch of snacks for Heya. She just had the cutest little puppy-dog eyes! You couldn’t resist!

You three had all sorts of fun. You went to the park, of course the grocery store, you even took them to the mall! Yeah, turns out Howdy nor Heya knew what a mall was.

“Holy moly! This place is big!” Heya proclaimed. Her eyes had stars in them as she looked around in wonder, being careful not to fall out of your arms. You giggled and looked over to see Howdy’s reaction, but he was looking at you. He had a soft smile on his face and you blushed, ducking your head with a flustered smile. “It looks fun, bug.” He was looking at the nearby map now with his own blush. Just then, Heya tried to jump out of your arms and run over to where Howdy was standing. You put her down and she ran over to the map, pointing at one of the labels on it, “Can we go here? Can we, please?” She looked between you and Howdy in eager anticipation.

You looked at Howdy playfully, “She’s spoiled, isn’t she?” He laughed and nodded, “Very. Yeah, we can go as long it's okay with bug, okay?” He didn’t even get to finish before she was next to you. You made a show of sighing and nodding. “Fine, we can go,” you look over to Howdy, “where does she want to go?” He looked at the map before chuckling, “Build-a-Bear Workshop? What is that?” You looked at him, completely shocked and partially offended. You grabbed one of Howdy’s hands one of Heya’s, leading them with confidence. “We are going and we are all making one.” You spoke with a finality that Howdy couldn't bring himself to argue against, not that he was going to, of course.

When the three of you walked in, Heya let go of your hand and ran over to the bins to see what plushies they had. You squeezed Howdy’s hand and lead him over there too to search the bins. “Okay, just find an animal you like, okay?” you instructed. He nodded and started looking through the bins. You took a minute to pick your own before looking at their choices. Heya chose a mint axolotl and Howdy chose toothless. You nodded and brought them over to a few stands. “Okay, before we get them stuffed, we need to pick out a scent and a heart for them.” The siblings looked at each other and nodded, looking through the scents after easily choosing a heart. You finished first, knowing what scent you wanted as soon as this place was mentioned.

After scents and voice messages for hearts were recorded, you walked them over to the stuffing station. “Okay Heya, give the nice lady your axolotl.” you didn’t finish before she had already given it to the worker. Heya watched with wonder as the animal was filled with stuffing. Before the animal was closed, Heya was instructed to give the heart a kiss and the scent and heart were put inside. The plush was given back to her and she hugged it to her chest. You went next, kissing the heart and putting the scent and heart inside.

Howdy’s turn came and he chatted with Heya as his was filled. He kissed his heart and the heart and scent were put inside. You guided them to the “washing” station and showed them how to "clean" their new stuffed animals. You and Heya both picked out some accessories and clothes for your plushies.

Howdy bought the plushies even though you said you would. It was sweet, though. He carried his and Heya’s animals and you carried yours. The three of you walked out to Howdy’s car, buckling in and starting the drive home. Not long after the drive started Heya fell asleep holding her axolotl, who she lovingly named Bubbles, to her chest.

It was quiet for a little bit, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Howdy started to blush a little, one of his arms reaching over to gently hold your hand. He started to softly rub the back of your palm with his thumb, “Hey, bug?” You hummed, turning your full attention to him. He, of course, kept his eyes on the road as he spoke but his eyes would flick over to you. “Uh, I know we’ve only gone on a couple dates, but um...” he trailed off, his cheeks darkening in color and his ears starting to change color too. You started blushing too, squeezing his hand anxiously. “Ah, I'm sorry. I'm not very good at this,” he chuckled and cleared his throat, “Ahem, would...Would you be mine? My partner?”

You could feel your cheeks warm further and a happy laugh build in your throat. “I would love to be yours, Howdy Pillar. If I could hug you I would, but you are driving and that is not a good idea. At all” You knew you had a huge smile of your face, but you also saw the smile on his face. He chuckled too, his eyes flicking over to you again before he pulled into his driveway, “You can give me that hug now!” You practically threw off your seatbelt and threw your arms around him. He laughed and returned the hug. It was a little uncomfortable but neither of you cared.

I hope you all enjoyed! I made this one longer since i realized i got distracted for two weeks. Sorry about that, by the way. This is 2,521 words! This is also for the Anon that requested i do part 3. I’m terribly sorry I’ve been so distracted, but my cat is pregnant and is due any day now. I’ve just been preparing and i got a little side tracked. I’ve also been cleaning out the family storage room with my brother and cousin and it tends to leave me tired. Oh! Before i forget, my requests are open!

Its fun to see what you all want or to see your amazing ideas! Have a good 24 hours!

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aylacavebear · 8 months ago

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The Traveler - Chapter 10 - Levithar Labyrinth

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 6541

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, fluff. A/N: Don't think there's anything else in this one. It's fairly relaxed.

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The water wasn’t cold, nor was the air as you stepped on the shoreline. Looking at the plant life around you, you felt relatively small. Large, multicolored mushrooms scattered the nearby landscape, with tall tufts of grass dotted between them. You felt your body returning to its normal appearance, the scales disappearing, and the fur returning to your tail.

Your ears twitched with the many sounds that seemed to come from all around. None of them sounded threatening, just creatures doing their normal daily things. Small things like the rustling of leaves, chirping, hum of wings in the sky, and even distant songs of things you could only assume lived in packs. Some of the sounds you weren’t even sure how to describe.

When you looked skyward, the beauty of the duel suns almost made your jaw drop. The sky was a beautiful, deep indigo color, reminding you of the hour before twilight. One Sun was a pale yellow, while the other a soft, rosy pink. Hanging low on the horizon, the two cast long shadows and gave the landscape an otherworldly hue.

I’ll need to find shelter for the night.

The mushrooms were an array of colors. Some were shades of purples and blues, others were vibrant pinks and oranges, and some of the smaller ones were in pastels. Above the mushrooms were plants that reminded you of sunflowers from Earth. Their stalks were as tall as trees, and their petals were broad and vibrant. The flowers were in full bloom, providing sustenance for the creatures of this world.

You slipped out of your wet clothes, wringing them out, along with your hair. Finding jeans, a T-shirt, one of Dean’s flannels, socks, and shoes, you got dressed. You slipped your new knife on your belt loop before tying your damp clothes on your bag for them to air dry while you walked. Before moving on, though, you knelt at the water’s edge.

Here goes nothing.

At first, you looked down at the water. There wasn’t much under its surface: some small stones here and there, but no plant life or aquatic creatures. Tilting your head for a moment, you wondered if perhaps this was only a puddle as if it had just rained in this world.

Cupping your hands, you dipped them into the water, then brought your hands to your lips, drinking the water of this world. For a moment, your eyes glowed a soft blue as a warm, tingly feeling traveled throughout your body.

Levithar Labyrinth…

Images of massive insects, plants, and even larger reptilian creatures played through your mind. Then, there were other creatures covered in fur. You understood where each creature fit within the food chain of this world. At least with being as tiny as you were, the larger creatures would take no interest in you. You’d have to worry about other things, like the bugs, spiders, and smaller predators that would find you a tasty meal.

That was when you felt them, turning to look over your shoulder. Beautiful shimmering wings unfurled, reminding you of Fairy wings. They were translucent and delicate, with black lines between the shades of soft colors, almost like stained-glass windows from Earth. The intricate patterns along them was something you marveled at. Deep blue and purple colors edged them, shifting to hues of reds, pinks, and oranges closer to the base. You had an innate knowledge of how they functioned, but mastering their use would take practice.

It took a moment before you could feel the muscles controlling their movement. As you watched them open and close slowly, a smile came to your lips. Lucky for you, they didn’t glow or give off light. They even darkened as the light of the setting suns diminished.

I need to find some shelter. I can figure out the wing thing later.

With your spear in hand, you looked at your surroundings again and sighed. There really wasn’t somewhere in front of you that would make a decent place for shelter, not without building one, and it was clear that the suns would set before you’d find what you needed.

Which direction should I go?

Being as close to the ground as you were, it wasn’t like you could tell what was in any direction, not being able to see much of anything but the immediate plants around and above you. You looked up at the sunflower blooms.

That would give me a better vantage point.

You went over to the closest stem, which was as thick around as a tree, determined to climb it. Carefully tying your spear to your bag, slung over your shoulder, you used your claws and began the long climb. You’d climbed plenty of trees in your village in your home world, and this was just as easy. The last world had forced you to use your muscles in different ways, and you realized that your strength had grown considerably.

After an arduous climb, you finally reached a broad, sturdy platform formed by the base of the sunflower bloom. As you settled onto the expansive leaf, you took in the breathtaking view around you. From your new vantage point, you were surrounded by a landscape of incredible scale. Directly beneath you, the sunflower stem continued down toward the ground, but you could now see beyond the immediate area. The ground was a vast patchwork of flowers, mushrooms, and grasses, forming a mosaic of vibrant colors and textures. Towering mushrooms with caps as wide as horses dotted the landscape, their shades of purple, orange, and green creating a fantastical vista.

Clusters of flowers were scattered throughout the landscape, their petals shimmering in hues of blue, pink, and gold. Interspersed among the flowers, thick grass swayed gently in the breeze, creating a sea of soft greens that stretched out into the distance.

To one side, you could make out a dense forest on the horizon, the treetops rising like jagged mountains in the distance. The forest was a tapestry of dark greens and blues, giving off an air of mystery and wonder. Near that was a rock formation that didn’t look nearly as tall as the trees.

The sky above was an enchanting indigo as the two suns were setting in the distance on the other side of a vast mountain range. It would be night quickly, as you could already see the darkness creeping from the opposite horizon.

A forest would mean protection but also danger. Rocks could provide a safe shelter as long as nothing else lived in them. Although I’m rather small, perhaps there is a tiny crevice that would be safe.

You debated your direction and plan of action as the suns continued setting. With how far away the mountains were, those were definitely out of the question. You also knew you wouldn’t make it to the forest, either. The rock formation, though, was far more possible. What was making you question that was that you’d need to figure out flying.

Taking a deep breath, you stood, taking your spear in hand, then sighed. You tied your spear back onto your bag, then just held onto the straps as you flexed the muscles that controlled your wings.

Use the currents in the air. It’ll be easier.

You took what Aquanox had told you when it came to the water currents and equated it to flying. Being up as high as you were and being as tiny as you were, the air currents should be able to keep you afloat for a while. If you paid attention to where the currents were and how they moved, you figured you’d make it to the rock formation with little to no effort.

One more deep breath, and you spread your wings, feeling the gentle current in the air as you stepped off the sunflower's leaf. The air currents were very similar to the water currents. You moved your wings till you felt the current catch under them just right, and you began gliding along almost effortlessly.

Making sure to watch the skies, you shifted from current to current over what you could now see was a vast meadow. The pool of water you had emerged from was nothing more than a puddle, and there were several of them. Tiny, glowing blue lights drifted around the meadow, reminding you of glow bugs from Earth.

Lumifly.

The word played through your mind, watching the lights before fixing your gaze on the rock formation again.

Not a threat.

The currents took you further along and higher, now quite a ways above the meadow. You heard movement to your right and were astonished at the sight. They were beautiful, reminding you of horses of Earth, their hair in shades of blue in the moon’s light. An entire herd of them and the foals were playing in the field of flowers.

Moon Mares.

You smiled, floating on a current, just watching them for a moment or two before moving on. There were typically flying predators you knew you’d have to keep an eye out for. At least you were tiny; otherwise, you might have wanted to ride one of the mares.

Halfway to the rock formations, a dark shadow passed above you. Instinct kicked in, so you darted to the nearest sunflower, using the leaves at the base of the petals to stay hidden.

Well, this is going to make things harder.

Furrowing your brow, annoyed, you looked toward the sky again, locating the moon and then where the creature should have been. Although, you couldn’t see anything in the sky.

“Weird…” you mumbled, turning to look in the other direction, still not seeing anything.

The sound of beating wings made your ears twitch, and your gaze moved toward the sound. The creature was smaller than you expected yet still large enough to pose a potential threat. It looked like a young, black cat with wings that matched its coat, covered in sleek, inky black fur. The wings were broad and covered in furry feathers. You were far too small to enjoy it as if it were a cat from Earth.

Its sharp yellow eyes gleamed with intelligence and curiosity. Its whiskers twitched as it studied you, and its movements were agile and fluid, a graceful combination of feline and avian traits.

“Why are you hiding?” it spoke to you.

You tilted your head, completely flabbergasted at hearing a cat speak, and had no clue what to say to it.

“I’m not going to eat you. You’re like me, just different,” it purred.

You peeked out carefully from behind the petal you’d been hiding behind, blinking in confusion at the creature. “I, uh… How can you talk?”

“You’re funny,” it chuckled, landing on the ground near the sunflower you were hiding on. “All my kind talk. So do most of the creatures here. I’m Bakeshi of the Ket. Who and what are you?”

The moment it asked its question, it tilted its head, reminding you of a curious cat back on Earth. You’d seen plenty of them on TV. “I’m Y/N. I’m an Eldrathiren. I’m what’s known as a Traveler.”

“What’s a Traveler?” she asked you, utterly curious.

“It’s sort of a long story,” you mumbled, sitting down on the leaf.

“Then come with me. We can go to my home, and you can tell me all about it,” she offered.

“How do I know you’re still not going to eat me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed hard, holding her paw over her chest, and needed some time to catch her breath afterward. “I like you, Traveler. I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. I’m not going to eat you. I prefer the scaly things that climb the trees and hide in the rocks.”

You sighed, supposing that if she truly wanted to eat you, she probably would have already. “Alright. It seems like a better idea than staying out here,” you gave in.

Bakeshi turned so that you could use her wing to climb onto her back. Her fur was soft and warm. You situated yourself just behind her neck, holding onto her fur. Then, she took flight. Her wings were far stronger than yours, meant for lift and sustained flight. Yours, they were more for gliding and riding currents than truly flying.

You watched the herd of mares and smiled one last time before looking ahead. She was taking you toward the forest, which was massive in size compared to your tiny body in this world. The meadow was beautiful from the height she flew. Now, you could see how some of the mushrooms gave off a faint glow due to the moon.

“Are there things here that you worry about?” you asked, curious. It was clear that everything in this world was on a far larger scale than you, so predators were a concern.

“Not really. My kind stick to safe areas. There are predators, but they don’t come where we are and are only a problem when the mares aren’t in the meadow. It’s why I went to talk to you,” she explained.

“That makes sense,” you mused, watching the treeline getting closer quickly.

She weaved through the forest with ease. It was a beautiful place, an entirely different landscape from the meadow. Vines grew up some of the tree trunks, and stunning red flowers bloomed along them. The forest canopy was dense with deep, dark green leaves of varying sizes.

“We’re almost there,” she told you as the forest opened up to a small alcove.

Your jaw practically dropped. On the far side of the pond, there were rock formations. Numerous plants grew around and in the pond, and you almost didn’t see the small openings in the rocks.

“This is where I live. The others will want to meet you, too,” she chuckled.

“How did you even know I was here?” you asked, now curious.

“I felt it, like a vibration in the energy,” she answered fairly plainly.

“Oh,” was all you could really say. It wasn’t like you fully understood this particular world yet.

Bakeshi landed between the rock formations and the pond, “I’m back, and I found her.”

Several of her kind popped their heads out of openings in the rock formation. They were all sorts of colors and sizes. They gathered around Bakeshi in a circle as you stood to look at them all. They were quite adorable, and you wished you were bigger so you could pet and cuddle all of them, especially the little kittens.

“Now you can tell all of us your story,” Bakeshi chuckled.

One of the other Ket pushed over a flat rock to the center of the circle, to which you floated down and sat in the center. They all sat down, picking one side so you could look at all of them, and they all could see you. Then, you told them your story.

“Mamma, you think she could help us?” you heard one of the kittens ask, pulling your attention to the small orange-striped Ket.

“She’s small enough,” its mother replied, looking down at her kitten.

“Help with what?” you asked, now fairly curious.

“Something has felt off in our world, and it keeps getting stronger. I took a few others not long after it started, but none of us are small enough to get into the crevice where the feeling is coming from,” Bakeshi explained.

You thought for a moment, watching all their expressions, that little orange-stripped kitten looking hopeful. “Since all I’m doing is waiting for the scent I’m following to show back up, and you all are so kind by helping me, the least I could do is take a look.”

All of them looked hopeful, happy, and relieved. Half of them even purred. “That’s really nice of you, Traveler,” the little orange-stripped kitten told you.

The little kitten approached you, and you rubbed her head, “If I can help, I will.”

It purred as you rubbed her head and smiled softly. Bakeshi came a little closer, though, “It could get a bit cold for you since you have no fur, Traveler. I will share my home with you to keep you warm for the night.” “Thank you, Bakeshi,” you replied.

As you climbed on Bakeshi’s back, the Ket returned to their little cave homes. She then took you to a higher cave opening in the rock formations. At least you had eyesight like a cat, being able to see in the dark. Bakeshi’s home was roughly five times her size and quite cozy. There was a grass bed on one side of the small cave-like home. To the other was a small table with what looked like berries on it. On the floor next to the table were some stones of various colors and shapes.

“Come, Traveler,” Bakeshi told you, curling up on the bed of grass.

You set your bag and spear down on the table but kept the knife on your belt loop. Then, you curled up against Bakeshi, against her stomach but near her front leg. She was warm and soft. Even the grass under you was welcoming. Your wings were tucked neatly against your back as Bakeshi began drifting off to sleep, a low purr gently vibrating her body.

Oddly enough, you found yourself purring softly, smiling a bit as you closed your eyes. Your thoughts went to the brothers, and you wondered what they might be up to.

I miss you.

After a much-needed, peaceful sleep, you stretched, arms far above your head, and yawned. Bakeshi was still asleep beside you, and you could tell by her breathing. Rolling onto your side, you moved your head to look toward the opening. It was still slightly dark, reminding you of the early morning before the sun would be higher in the sky.

You carefully slipped off the grass bed and headed outside. It, indeed, was a beautiful place in the early twilight. From where you were, you could see fish swimming in the pond and a few frogs hiding along the shoreline. Of course, they didn’t look exactly like the ones from Earth or your home world. They had a uniqueness that belonged to this world alone.

“You’re awake early, Traveler,” you heard Bakeshi behind you.

As you turned to face her, she yawned and stretched, pushing her paws far out in front of her along the smooth entrance stone.

“It's beautiful here. Is the journey long?” you replied, curious about this particular off feeling all the Ket had.

“The journey is half a day’s flight from here. It can wait until tomorrow. You need to learn how to use those wings of yours, and then there is food,” she explained.

“Will you be taking me alone, or will others come?” you asked, unable to stifle your curiosity.

“I’m sure others will come. Safety in numbers,” she replied, giving you a wink.

You couldn’t help but chuckle when she did that. Watching a cat wink was pretty adorable. She motioned for you to follow her as she glided down off the rock formation, so you followed. Bakeshi retrieved what looked like food from another small cave near the base of the formation, setting a chunk down on the rock you sat on the night before.

Looks raw.

“Eat up. It’s the best,” she told you before biting into her piece.

Typically, you cooked all your meat, and this did not look cooked. However, you didn’t want to be rude, so you picked it up hesitantly and took a bite of it. It wasn’t cooked, but it also didn’t taste like raw meat. Huh, almost tastes like one of Dean’s burgers.

“It’s not what I was expecting. Thank you,” you told Bakeshi after swallowing the bite you’d taken. “It’s really good.”

She smiled proudly before returning to her meat, and you did the same. As the morning slowly dawned, bringing light to the little area between the trees, more of the Ket emerged from their cave-like homes.

They seemed to have a fairly decent routine. They ate breakfast, the kittens played with bugs, the adolescents did different chores, and the adults were now gathered around the stone, making plans for not only the day but also who would be going on the flight tomorrow. This was when you realized Bakeshi wasn’t the leader of their little group. It was an older, white Ket. He chose not only Bakeshi but three others near her age. They weren’t adolescents, but they weren’t quite at the age of settling down with a family.

Once they were done with their daily meeting, you went off to play with the kittens, finding them far more fun and laid-back than the others. There were at least a dozen of them, and they, too, could only glide, as their wings weren’t quite strong enough for full flight. They helped you figure out gliding and riding small air currents as you played tag with them around the pond and rock formations.

Watching some of them hunt a small lizard-looking creature was fascinating. They hunted in a pack, working together, even as kittens. You wondered how many times they’d seen or heard about their parents doing the same on some larger creatures. It wasn’t just the girls or boys who participated in hunting; it was both. The Ket went off who was good at what, and you found that heartwarming.

Lunch was an assortment of mushrooms, berries, and what looked like fish meat. The meat in this world was so weird. It clearly wasn’t cooked, but it didn’t taste raw either, and it was delicious. Dinner came and went just as quickly, with three different meats as the chosen meal. You slept in Bakeshi’s home again, curled up into her side like the night before. Only this time, you dreamt of the brothers and, upon waking the following morning, missed them.

Bakeshi was already awake and outside when you found your way out, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The sun hadn’t even started lighting up the sky yet, but at least six Ket were sitting around that rock, supplies gathered and having a discussion. You grabbed your stuff and floated down to join them.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Bakeshi teased you, “We’ll leave after you’ve eaten.”

“Why did you let me sleep so long?” you yawned.

“We need you alert for the flight,” she replied as one of the other Ket set a piece of meat in front of you.

One more yawn, and then you began eating quietly as your thoughts wandered, wondering what kind of thing you’d find inside this crevice. Each of the Ket had a pouch around their neck with their supplies. You guessed it was probably food, so they wouldn’t have to attempt to hunt while also taking on this journey.

Settling yourself near Bakeshi’s neck, the six of them took flight. There were the four from the day before and two older Ket, adults. They flew in a diamond formation, with one adult in front, one at the rear, and the younger ones in the middle. You didn’t question it, as this wasn’t your world, and they knew far more about what was out there than you did.

They skimmed the tops of the trees, not flying higher. The twilight of the morning was just beginning to push away the darkness of night. Your ears twitched with the sounds of the early morning. What sounded like wolves in the distance, singing a song of some sort, caused you to look in that direction. At least it wasn’t near the direction you were headed.

“How many creatures here are friendly?” you asked Bakeshi.

“Lots. All the creatures here can talk. There are predators, but we’ll avoid those,” she replied, staying focused on the flight.

The dense forest below seemed to stretch on for miles, but the mountains were getting closer. There were also other small clearings in the forest, like where Bakeshi lived. They were other Ket communities. When the sun finally peeked over the horizon, it was like the world below seemed to come to life, as did the skies.

The group of Ket caught a wind current, taking them higher, now moving much faster than before. You tucked yourself as close against Bakeshi as you could and hung on. You could feel her twist and turn, following the current, before she slowed again. Looking up again, you saw another large meadow coming into view, the mountains much closer now.

They landed near the edge of the meadow, staying just inside the forest. “We will have to be careful crossing the meadow since there are no mares,” Bakeshi explained.

“Why?” you asked, slipping off her back.

“There are no mares nearby. They keep the predators away,” she replied.

They ate in shifts, two of them always keeping an eye on things. Then, four of them went scouting in different directions. While they were scouting, the other two kept watch while you went to the edge of the meadow, looking at the mushrooms again. You just loved the vast array of colors and shapes they grew in.

What felt like almost an hour or more later, the four returned as the calico spoke, “We’ll have to stay inside the forest and skirt the meadow. The Schlange and Raubvogel are hunting.”

“That’s going to make this difficult,” Bakeshi sighed.

Bakeshi lowered her wing so you could climb onto her back again, where you nestled yourself in the crook of her neck. The six of them took flight, but they darted and weaved slowly through the thick leaves of the canopy, using them as cover. It was slow going, but there were times you could have sworn you saw movement, both above in the skies and to the side in the meadow.

Traveling around the meadow took far longer than if they’d been able to just fly across it. They ended up having to go the long way instead of the side closest to the mountains, as that was where the Raubvogel were. None of the Ket made a sound during this part of the flight, even managing to keep their wing beats mostly quiet.

Near the far side of the meadow, the group of Ket moved deeper into the forest, turning back toward the mountains and staying clear of the meadow entirely. They traveled another hour before they flew back above the forest canopy. It took your eyes a moment or two to adjust to the light when you saw them—large shapes in the sky with wings.

“They are Löwin, similar to Ket. They hunt in packs and are not a threat,” Bakeshi told you, almost as if she could feel you tense up.

“If you say so,” you replied, watching them gracefully glide through the air. “Are they hunting or something?”

“Yes. They are hunting in another meadow,” she answered.

You watched them a bit longer before focusing on the mountains, which looked to be only an hour's flight away now. They were massive, with plant life covering them. The group of Ket didn’t go toward the Löwin; although part of you wanted to see them up close, you knew you had something more important to take care of.

You noticed a river coming from the base of one of the mountains, leading through another small meadow with the thick forest on either side. At least you could see the mares in this meadow, knowing it was safe to travel through. You also happened to notice other small animals resembling Earth rabbits but didn’t ask what they were called.

The group of Ket flew further, though, up the mountain from which the stream was coming, landing on a ledge. It was cooler here but not cold, and you could smell the fragrance of flowers nearby. You hopped off Bakeshi’s back, slinging your bag over your shoulder, spear in hand.

“It’s through there,” Bakeshi said, pointing to a small crack in the rock.

To you, that small crack could have been a small cave. “Then, I’ll see what I can find, and I’ll let you know,” you replied, giving her as reassuring a smile as you could manage.

I can do this. What could possibly live in such a small crack?

You took a deep breath and ventured inside. It wasn’t snug, as there was plenty of room on either side of you so that two of you could have walked side by side. However, it was dark, and you were thankful for seeing in shades of grey. The crack looked completely empty, not even a tiny bug anywhere to be seen.

The further along you walked, the more you realized that you were descending. The grade of it wasn’t really noticeable at first. Reaching out and running your hand along the wall of the crack, you found it to be smooth, almost glass-like, or polished.

Your ears twitched, hearing what sounded like faint whispers, but you couldn’t tell where they were coming from. Sometimes, they sounded far away, behind you, in front of you, or even right next to you. Goosebumps danced down your body, but you were determined to figure out what was at the end of this crack.

Beyond the whispers, there was the occasional scent that would catch you off guard. It ranged from flowers to dirt to water, but there was nothing like that inside this crack. You refused to give into the pounding of your heart or the apprehension that had begun creeping in. You’d said you’d help the Ket, so pressed on, further down the crack and deep into the mountain.

You had no idea how long you’d been walking before something shimmered faintly off the polished stone of the walls. It still seemed to be far away.

Huh. Wonder what that is?

Your curiosity was now piqued, adding to your determination as you continued further. The light grew brighter the closer you got, and the odd part was that it was pulsating gently. When the crack finally did open up to a small chamber, you cocked your head to the side. There, on the far side of the chamber, was a small, round, pebble-looking object. It shimmered with all sorts of colors, swirling within it and then out from it when it pulsated.

Reaching down to pick it up, you pulled your hand back slowly, having second thoughts about touching it momentarily. You debated for a second about leaving it there.

I said I’d help.

You clenched your hand, then relaxed, and picked up the small object, which fit in the palm of your hand. It was definitely giving off an energy of some kind, you just couldn’t pinpoint what.

I’d better take this back to Bakeshi and the others.

Closing your hand around the orb, you began the assent back up and out of the crack. By the time you made it back out to where Bakeshi and the others were, it looked as though several hours had passed.

“You’re okay,” Bakeshi said, sounding relieved.

“I think I found what’s been causing the problem, too,” you replied, opening your hand so she could see the small pebble-shaped object.

All six of the Ket just stared at it, speechless, for several moments. With where the crack was situated in the mountain, it was in shade for now.

“It’s kinda pretty,” Bakeshi said, tilting her head.

“We need to take this back to Ghost. He’ll know what to do,” the calico adult stated.

You sighed and put it in your pocket before climbing on Bakeshi’s back for the return flight. They did stop in a similar area to eat one more time before finishing the journey back to their home. You’d also found yourself getting quite sleepy during that last hour. At least there hadn’t been any issues for the return flight, as the mares had been in the meadows this time. When the six landed back at their home, all the Ket were gathered. You carefully slid off Bakeshi’s back, noticing that all their eyes were on you.

“Did you find it?” Ghost asked.

“Yes,” you answered, pulling the small object from your pocket. You held it in the palm of your hand so that he could see it, along with the other Ket.

There were murmurs and whispers from the Ket as Ghost looked at the object, but he never touched it. “There is nothing like that on our world.”

“When did the strange feeling start?” you asked, finding yourself curious about the entire situation.

“About six months ago,” one of the kittens said.

“Did anything weird happen before that?” you asked.

The Ket thought for a while before you noticed a small group of kittens looking rather guilty. You looked sidelong at them curiously as your tail flicked slightly. Ghost took note and followed your gaze.

“Is there something the four of you would like to share,” he asked them, now all eyes on them.

A little tabby spoke up but looked at the ground, “We were up and out of bed when we weren’t supposed to be. We were sitting on the top of the caves, looking at the stars, when something like a streak of light came out of nowhere. It looked like it landed on the mountain.” Half of its explanation was mumbled, but you understood it.

Ghost sighed, animating his entire face before he looked back over at you, “Traveler, when you leave our world, would you take that with you?”

“Of course. It doesn’t seem to bother me like it affects all of you,” you replied, somewhat surprised he’d just let you have something so unique.

“Thank you. There isn’t much we can do to repay you except offer you our home till it is time for you to move on,” Ghost explained, and you could hear the gratitude in his tone.

“That’s very kind of you. I’d like that,” you replied happily.

You opened your pouch and tucked the small object into one of the inner pouches, and the Ket almost looked relieved when you closed it again. After hopping off the stone, several Ket retrieved dinner for everyone. There was laughter and a lighthearted nature during the meal, and afterward, the kittens played with the little light bugs around the pond.

“Bakeshi, do any of your kind go to different communities?” you asked her later that night as the two of you lay down for bed.

“Sometimes. At least once a year, we gather in the spring in the central meadow. Sometimes others will move away or come live with us,” she replied before yawning.

I wonder how long I’ll be here for. It's not a bad place. I just miss them. When it's time, will I get to see them again, or will I end up somewhere else?

You had questions no one had answers to. As you drifted off to sleep, you thought of the brothers again. It hadn’t crossed your mind that you might meet another Traveler along your journeys either, even after your time in the last world. To you, fate had other plans.

Three months. You spent three months with the Ket in this world. By now, you were adept with your wings, even being able to use them for more than just gliding. The air was beginning to get chilly as if fall or winter was coming, and you noticed that the Ket’s coats were getting thicker, changing with the weather.

You’d spent a lot of time with the kittens, who were now adolescents, and learning other things. Bakeshi had even found a mate, which everyone celebrated. As far as Ket’s went, he was handsome, a dark calico around her age. She moved into his cave, leaving hers to you for your stay. His name was Keesha.

One of the younger adolescents joined you to help keep you warm. She was fun and playful. The two of you stayed up late, laughing as quietly as possible over silly things. Her name was Zivira. The two of you were spoken to more than once about going to sleep and not staying up. However, once alone again, you two would burst into quiet laughter about getting talked to.

It was a chilly morning when the scent woke you gently from a peaceful sleep: the mix of leather, old books, a hint of alcohol, and a feeling of home. You smiled as you opened your eyes, Zivira stirring next to you.

“Too early,” she mumbled, not opening her eyes.

You chuckled a little, wondering if cats from Earth thought things like that when they napped. “It's time for me to go, Zivira. I need to get ready,” you told her, turning your head so you could look over at her.

“You won’t get to see the snow though. That sucks,” she grumbled before stretching but hadn’t moved to get up.

“I know,” you sighed, getting up and going to your things.

You pulled out one of Dean’s flannels that he’d put in there when you’d last seen him. His scent was long gone now, but wearing it still gave you comfort, and it was warm. Your wings were tucked down and against your back, so the flannel fit comfortably. With your bag over your shoulder and your spear in hand, you headed toward the opening of the cave. The scent wasn’t present at the moment, and you wondered if you’d shift the moment you went outside.

“I’ll help you get down since your wings are covered,” Zivira told you fairly lazily. She enjoyed sleeping in past sunrise if she could get away with it.

“Thanks,” you replied, smiling a little.

She leaned down, and you climbed on her back near her neck. Then, she headed outside and glided down to the rock, where you slid off her back. Zivira went and woke up several other Ket, who then woke up the rest.

They gave you some food, which you tucked away into your pouch. Then, you hugged almost all of them, saving Bakeshi for last. She was your favorite, your first friend there, and you were going to miss her dearly. The scent drifted across the breeze just as you pulled away from the hug.

“It’s time,” you told them, giving them a small smile, “I’ll miss all of you.”

“We’ll miss you too, Traveler,” Ghost told you.

You waved one last time at them as you walked toward the forest, following the scent. Knowing now that it was the brothers brought a smile to your face. You weren’t entirely sure when the shift would happen, so you just kept walking. When you came across two small saplings along either side of the dirt path you were walking along. Somehow, you just knew this was it.

The scent beckoned you forward, and with a deep breath, you walked between them, the entire scene changing. There were cars in stacks all over the place, and it was barely beginning to get light in the sky. In the near distance, you could see a two-story house, bringing a smile to your face and an excitement to your soul.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 11 - Earth 1999 pt. 1

Link to the series Masterlist.

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cheerful-sixears · 9 months ago

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Finnigan "Fitz" Barnes || he/him/his || pygmy/jamnapari goat || 30

update for a dear OC of mine ;u; <3 don't consider myself a real furry [moreso enthusiast] , so yeah! Finnigan or "Fitz" was one of my first 'coming out' OC's that I created with the help of my brother, @monkie-deej. <3

Profile below the cut ;u;

\\\-Basics-\\\

☽｡⋆Name: Finnigan Olivander Barnes

☽｡⋆Nickname(s): Finn, Finny, “Fitz”, Finners, Fizzy, Fizzles,

☽｡⋆Species: Pygmy Goat, Jamnapari Goat & 0.2% fainting goat

☽｡⋆Age: 30

☽｡⋆Height: 5'3"

☽｡⋆Weight: 290+lbs

☽｡⋆Hair Color: curly and dyed pink

☽｡⋆Eye Color: Kelly Green

☽｡⋆Fur Color: rich cream colored w/ Rusty, Reddish Brown markings + "pink nose"

☽｡⋆Hoof/Horn Color: pale, pastel slate brown

☽｡⋆Tattoos: none

☽｡⋆Scars: right elbow; knees [scattered]

☽｡⋆Piercings: Ear lobes, bullring/septum

☽｡⋆Notable Accessories: Occasionally; a paperboy hat, fingerless gloves, kandi bracelets galore

\\\-Personality-\\\

☽｡⋆Occupation/Specialties: Zombies/Ghouls, Drawing, Writing, and Currently Unemployed from a REAL jobbb

☽｡⋆Fears: *murky [deep] water, heights and most high speeds, losing Audron

☽｡⋆Hobbies: Drawing, writing, scrapbooking, collecting various things, reading, cooking

☽｡⋆Clothing: Prefers clothing to be on the more comfortable side, edgy. He doesn’t have much of a ‘fashion’ sense, and he doesn’t really care what others think of his personal, artsy choices. As long as it’s comfortable and brings good feelings, he’ll wear it. Hee mostly prefers graphic tees, dark colored band tees, sometimes with silly phrases alongside fitted jeans [in pink or purple] and crazy hoof-shoes.

☽｡⋆Personality: Finn has a gentle heart, and a childlike nature and mind most often. He can be very sensible, yet very sensitive, and is always willing to accept those willing to accept him. He adores and is always willing to make new friends of all walks of life, but has a hard time doing so, making him seem somewhat imposing and difficult to approach. He may see the glass half empty on some days, but never doubts a rainy day having a chance to be a genuine, good one. It’s hard to make him cry, but when he does, he spills his heart, and usually feels better by the end of it. Overall, he is a very generous, kind, and caring individual, who is fun loving, and adventurous at best.

☽｡⋆Relationships:

–Romantic: Closed // [fictionally]

–List: Macaque [Lego Monkie Kid], Ryo Asuka//Satan [Devilman Franchise], Kumatetsu [The Boy and the Beast]

–Friends: Audron/OddyMoo [ @monkie-deej], Shadow/Shade [ @evil-dad-evil],

–Friendships: Open // [just ask! <3]

\\\-Weaknesses/Negative Traits/Disadvantages-\\\

☽｡⋆Illnesses: short temper, sad very often, tummy troubles, common migraines and symptoms

☽｡⋆Weaknesses: pollen/allergies, social anxiety, anger issues,

\\\-Other Preferences-\\\

☽｡⋆Likes: Cooking, Eating, Star Gazing, Mythology, Vampires and cryptids, All nighters with friends, drawing, rodents/marsupials, winged things, dinosaurs and paleo, undead things, dark poetry, loud music, swimming, plushies, reading, the undead, cooking, being lazy on comfy days

☽｡⋆Dislikes: negative thoughts, bright lights, migraines, losing control over himself, repetitive noises, fake people, fakes and liars, assumptions, cleaning, control freaks,

☽｡⋆Romantic Preference: Demi-Asexual

#my art #artists on tumblr #self insert #anthro #furry oc #goat furry #Fitz and Flowers

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marzipanandminutiae · 2 years ago

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Mind you I've never read LW but i kinda enjoyed the 2019 movie, why did you hate it? (Maybe i just wanna put Timothee Ch on a leash) feel free to go off 🌷

So, the costumes sucked from a historical perspective. Which would be less Objectively Bad and more Just Not My Thing...if the designers hadn't gone ON AND ON AT LENGTH about how ~Authentic~ they tried to make everything.

Didn't claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy: meh, whatever

DID claim accuracy and didn't do accuracy, AND won an Oscar for it: urge to kill rising

the hair design was particularly egregious, with the designer at one point saying they chose [checks notes] insane flyaways and half-up hair on adult women (who would have worn their hair entirely pinned up, for practical reasons and as a cultural marker of adulthood) because that seemed "more authentic than coiffures"

MORE AUTHENTIC

THAN THE WAY ACTUAL WOMEN BACK THEN

WORE THEIR ACTUAL HAIR

AS DEMONSTRATED IN PHOTOGRAPHS- EVEN CANDIDS -AND PORTRAITS

"blee bloo they didn't have hairspray!!!" THEY HAD POMADE. HAVING YOUR HAIR VERY SMOOTH WAS THE STYLE IN THE 1860S, EVEN FOR POOR WOMEN, AND MASSIVE FLYAWAYS ARE HUGELY IMPRACTICAL, AND NOT ALL FIXATIVES ARE HAIRSPRAY YOU ABSOLUTE-

[Marzi.exe has encountered a problem. please hold]

apart from the hair, there were fit issues and at least one case of Trying To Copy the 1994 Movie, But Worse (Amy's black and white dress in Paris).

1994. the pattern is soutache, a kind of applied trim done with flat cord that was very popular throughout the mid-late 19th century

2019. You cannot tell me the choice to have her in a white dress with black floral patterning, in effectively the exact same scene, was a coincidence.

also I'm pretty sure there was one shot with an actress visibly wearing Uggs. (EDIT- thankfully I am informed that this is a set photo and the Uggs were not visible in the finished film. i had forgotten this. good to know! leaving the pic there because STUPID HAIR and HATLESSNESS)

also the Pretty Pastel Princess Dresses (with overly fluffy attempts at bertha collars) and Matching Long Gloves (wrist gloves were popular for evening back then, and they were almost always white) in the Concord ball scene.

is it a Civil War-era ball, or is it a parade of "southern belles" at Cypress Gardens in 1995? leaning towards the latter.

once again, the choice to put Meg in pink for the ball instead of her book-described blue dress is something 1994 did first, and did better IMO

also Meg's 2015 Coachella wedding look, the fact that none of these girls from a poor family seemed to wear each other's old clothes ever, and the lazy choice to dress Jo in half-menswear instead of actually looking into menswear-inspired women's clothing in the era (which was a Thing!). but more than just the costumes pissed me off

they just...didn't seem to understand the era, or want to, or care? it was a bunch of little things that served to make it all more #relatable to modern audiences but ultimately undermined the setting:

Marmee telling a random young man she's never properly met to call her Marmee, because "everyone does." her DAUGHTERS call her that. her ACTUAL CHILDREN. who the hell else would? it's not a derivative of her name; it's a variant of Mama. Laurie can graduate to Marmee when he's an actual family friend

Jo wearing some of Laurie's clothing because "she stole it when they were hanging out in his room," according to an interview. um, NO NO AND NO, they are teenagers and that would distinctly not fly on several levels even in her progressive family. I might actually buy this if it were like "he gave them some clothes for an amateur theatrical and she kept them;" the actual Alcott sisters had a costume trunk for their plays, which is still on display at their house. but these writers clearly think a teenage boy and girl could be in his bedroom together unsupervised, for long periods of time, habitually, in 1860-whatever. which is absolutely incorrect

Jo saying "okay" in refusing Laurie's proposal. this is so tiny, I know, but while that term did already exist, it was a joke phrase only. this would be like saying "lol" while turning down your best friend's proposal today. once again, it's an example of Relatability mattering more than actually understanding the world these characters lived in

there are more, but I've blocked them out. I just really, really hated it on many levels

#ask #anon #lw19 #long post #rant

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specialagentblogger · 11 months ago

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Chain of Influence from Alexa Chung's IT: Heathers and Beetlejuice

Alexa Chung used to be a British TV host, model, and the IT girl of the 2010s. Ballet flats, hot pants, cashmere cardigans, and statement sunglasses made her a modern fashion icon. During a time when skinny jeans, neon accessories, and flower crowns were a thing, the IT girl stood out with ahead-of-her-time style choices. She definitely was one of the first well-known women that I sourced my creative inspiration from.

"IT"

In 2013, Alexa released her debut book IT, featuring her drawings, style influences from film and music and witty advice. This pastel pink, 'cultural reset' of a book, catered to young, aspiring "It" girls and wannabe Vogue Editors. Despite receiving critiques akin to a "wasted opportunity", IT marked the sweet beginning of character development for my 13-year-old self. The book led me on a transformative journey, unveiling my taste in music, film, and fashion - a chain of influence, if you will.

HEATHERS (1988)

One of the films that started my endless love for cinema and marked the chain of influence, was Heathers (1988) - directed by Michael Lehmann and written by Daniel Waters. A satirical and macabre cult classic about a high school, where obnoxious jocks rule and the mean girls are all called Heather - until Veronica (Winona Ryder) and her mysterious boyfriend (Christian Slater) plot to exterminate every bully. Pair a cinematic legend (our girl Wino) with a sexy hunk that is Christian Slater, and you have yourself an 80s classic. Watching this film when you’re 14 years old, in your secret world (my room) on a mini laptop was a transformative experience. In a sense that, in that moment, I fully understood the magic that cinema held, and all I knew was that I wanted more. My eyes could not get enough of the cinematography, the costumes and the beautiful young actors - all while the haunting Syd Straw’s voice sang Que Sera, Sera (strongly advisable to put this song on while reading this post).

The film itself tells a classic tale of relational agression between high school girls. In the words of Lyn Mikel Brown, or her book of the same name - Girlfighting (2003), the author argues that for quite some time, soap-operas, films, and reality TV had only focused on women who are in competition with one another. Heathers falls right into that category. Its main focus is Veronica Sawyer (Winona Ryder) - one of the Heathers clique, who finally gets tired of being an accomplice to other school kids’ misery. She has this line in the film: “I don’t really like my friends. It is like they are people I work with and our job is being popular”. It is the moment where Veronica foreshadows her involvement in the downfall of her mean friends. The irony of the twist is as absurd as it gets - a kind-hearted girl hates to see mean girls bullying everyone, so she turns to murder to end the meanness altogether.

COSTUMES

Iconic, voluminous hair, fitted checkered jackets with shoulder pads, midi grandma skirts, coloured stockings and none other, than bitchy attitudes! Every shot of Heathers is filled with endless outfit inspiration, curated by Rudy Dillon. Oh, how fun would it have been to dress like that in high school. I love how this kind of fashion evokes a nostalgic longing for a time before I was even born. From then on out, you could not catch me leaving a vintage clothing store without an 80's padded jacket.

Guessing who I went as for Halloween in 2014 would be easy. I put my grey skirt on, borrowed my grandpa’s ashy blue t-shirt, covered my face in fake blood and bought a paper cigar from Tiger. It was magical. I walked around saying “What’s your damage, Heather?” - sadly, no one understood the reference back then and I ended up really scaring my mum. I might have been better at Maths, had I not been rewatching Heathers every other evening. However, no regrets. 2 + 2 is still 4, forever till the end of time.

Beetlejuice (1988)

IT's chain of influence continued naturally when I decided to explore Winona’s earlier work. The first one that came to mind was Winona’s breakthrough film 'Beetlejuice' (1988), crafted by the extravagant auteur Tim Burton, who is renowned for the gothic and fantastical settings in his work. The contrast-heavy cinematography in Burton’s mise-en-scène is highly influenced by German Expressionism, an art movement that emerged in Germany in the early 20th century. The most predominant aspects of this movement include distorted sets, angular or weirdly-shaped architecture, and a dark, frightening atmosphere.

The film tells the story of a recently deceased couple (Geena Davis and Alec Baldwin), who start haunting their own home after a new family moves in. In an attempt to scare away the living occupants, the couple summons a mischievous spirit named Betelgeuse (Michael Keaton) by saying his name three times. The narrative takes an intriguing turn with the introduction of Winona Ryder's character, Lydia, who, along with her parents (Catherine O’Hara and Jeffrey Jones), becomes entangled with the supernatural world. Winona Ryder delivers a captivating performance as Lydia, portraying a goth teenage girl with the ability to see the dead.

CINEMATOGRAPHY

Cinematographer Thomas E. Ackerman fully realised Burton’s ominous vision for the film. Every single shot is like a surrealist painting - a true feast for the eyes. Even if one does not find the film’s plot appealing, the visual aesthetic will still definitely satisfy one’s artistic hunger. Ackerman's attention to detail and use of lighting contribute to the film's haunting atmosphere, making it a visual masterpiece.

Beetlejuice vs. The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

As mentioned previously, the influence of German Expressionism is evident in Burton’s work, and in my opinion, especially in Beetlejuice. The film has striking visual similarities to, arguably, one of the first horror films, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920), directed by Robert Wiene. The film follows a somnambulist who makes horrifying predictions of future events. I watched it during my first year of film studies, and I have to say, I was utterly spellbound. The fact that a film without any sound can be that spine-chilling, still blows my mind.

The distorted corridor in Beetlejuice mirrors the endless, distorted corridor in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. It evokes a sense of claustrophobia, almost like an optical illusion. The surrealist, angular structure of the Caligari corridor seamlessly fits into Beetlejuice, capturing the dreamlike, or rather nightmarish atmosphere.

In the following comparison shots, we can even identify a door with a diagonal line in Burton’s still, and the exact same shaped detail (window/door) on the house in Wiene’s still. Furthermore, there is a black silhouette of a man in the background, seemingly holding a broom in Burton’s shot. Similarly, in Caligari’s shot, there is a man wearing black, holding what appears to be a cane.

The following two shots sparked an 'aha' moment for me. In one, the green light and the appearance of a dead bride with a tulle veil emerge from the darkness. In another, there is a muted green light covering the room, and a girl sleeps in a white nightgown, reminiscent of a wedding dress, on a bed adorned with tulle sheets.

THE DINNER

There's a campy (and even a bit meta) dinner scene in Beetlejuice, making it one of the most standout moments in cinema to date. It features Lydia, her parents, and their friends. In an attempt to scare them into leaving, the deceased couple (the Maitlands) and Betelgeuse possess the guests. One by one, they start moving involuntarily and start to sing Harry Belafonte’s 'Day-O (The Banana Boat Song),' in his distinctive voice. I truly love this artistic decision because it cleverly uses dark humour and absurdity to dilute the frightening topic of spirits and afterlife.

As I reflect on this chain of influence, I think of it as the epitome of 'one thing led to another.' I love that I could delve into Winona Ryder's creative universe and discover life-altering cinematic classics as a young girl. This, however, is just one of the many discoveries I made as a 13-year-old reading Alexa's book. More is yet to come...

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