#I still mourn not getting to do prom

[traumasurvivors]

When you say it’s normal and valid to mourn things we didn’t experience… can that also apply if we didn’t get to experience things because of mental illness? And not just stuff related to trauma?

Of course!

I also want to say while we’re on the subject that while it doesn’t for everyone, it’s really valid if you have trauma as a result of your mental illness. (Not to invalidate your question, you’re completely valid to mourn anything you didn’t experience, whether it was trauma related or not but I just wanted to share the reminder that trauma from mental illness is also valid).

[glitterycvm]

"I'D UNDERSTAND "

[•~college!au, aged!up kirshima x reader~•]fluff/slight angst/smut

[•~synopsis: you find out your boyfriend was just using you, don't worry ejiro will help you forget all about that~•]

[•~a/n: inspired by a situation my friend was js in, send requests!!~•]

you couldn't believe it. after all that time? all those memories you two had together. it was all for nothing.

you and your (ex) boyfriend had been dating for a couple weeks. even though it was merely a couple weeks, you were convinced that he was the love of your life. you knew that he was the one. or at least you thought so-

gradually things got distant, he stopped making an effort overall, while you put in everything you had. you were confused and frustrated. you didn't do anything to him? so what was going on?...

then earlier this afternoon, you were catching up on some nearly-late homework assignments. as you scribbled your way through some equations a light buzz vibrated against your thigh.

curiously, you took out your phone and glanced over at the notification. you had got a message from your boyfriend.

you open his chats eagerly, for once he started a conversation with you. but your moment of glee soon came to an abrupt end as you read the first couple words.

"y/n. we need to break up"

you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. your stomach dropped making the guilty and panicky feeling overtake your senses even more.

you continue reading the paragraph, each word making that sick feeling grow in you. you couldn't believe that this was happening. it had to be a nightmare.

"tbh i was desperate for a prom date cs all my friends going had one and i didn't wanna be left out and at that point they were making fun of me so yea i shoulda js told the truth from the start instead of lying"

emotions flooded your mind. betrayal. disappointment. anger. were just to name a few. you were at a loss for words. you thought he actually loved you. he treated you better than any other guy you were previously with. and you get played?

you drop your phone, tears flooding your eyes as you fall onto your bed, head buried in the pillow below you. the only thing you felt like doing now was to cry your eyes out dry. sob until you got better if that was possible anymore. you felt stupid.

teardrops dampened the pillowcase below you face as you say there in sorrow. but your moment of mourning was soon interrupted by a series of knocks. a familiar voice following.

"y/n? you left your textbooks in the library-"

you quickly fix yourself up, taking in a couple deep breaths and wiping the tears off your cheeks. you swiftly get up from your bed, praying that the faint pink tint plastered all over your face wasn't too obvious.

your hand curls over the doorknob and you open the door slowly. being greeted with a familiar red haired boy. eijiro kirishima, your best friend. one of his arms holding up a stack of books, while the other was shoved in his jacket pocket.

"h-hey eijiro... thanks for bringing me these" you whispered, hiding your shaky rattled voice. eijiro looked down at you with a small frown. "you okay, y/n?" he asks, handing you the books, worry and concern evident in his tone.

those three words were all it took to make you crack. you erupted back into that familiar sorrow, eyes overfilling with water.

you then feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a warm and comforting embrace. without any thought you cry into his chest, a spot in his hoodie getting soaked.

a hand strokes your back softly as his soothing voice whispers in your ear "let it out, it's all gonna be okay y/n, I promise..." you hug him back even tighter, too lost in your emotions.

a couple moments pass before eijiro pulls away for a quick moment, arms still wrapped around you.

"you wanna tell me what's wrong?..."

you explain to kirishima everything that had just happened. he knew about this boyfriend you had and wasn't too trusting of him to begin with. he has a gut feeling something was off but he didn't want to burst your bubble so he kept quiet.

at least that's what he told himself. in actuality he couldn't tell if he was just jealous of him or if he actually had a guy feeling. something eijiro had never told you was that he had the biggest crush on you ever since you two had met. and every time you mentioned or introduced him to a new guy the only thing he could think of was how much better he was.

this moment was no different either. you told him in the past about how your boyfriend was treating you. from all the dry and lackluster conversations to the lack of attention. he heard it all. and he tried his best to comfort you, to try to look out for the both of you. when in reality he wanted you all for himself. he wanted to tell you how much of a better boyfriend he could be.

his blood boiled and his heart was full of fury. "that is so messed up." he grumbled arm wrapped around one of your shoulders as he held you in close, inhaling tye sweet scent of your shampoo.

"I know... im so tired of this ejiro. am I really that unlovable?.." you ask, glancing back up at the red haired male, eyelashes decorated with tiny teardrops. kirishima feels his cheeks reddened and blush as he thinks carefully about his reply. he could ruin your friendship if this doesn't go his way. but if it does workout, his dreams will come true. a moment passes before he replies.

"y/n, honestly I can't even hide this anymore from you. I love you. I mean it I swear. it drives me mad seeing you let these guys take advantage of you like this, you're too pretty and perfect to be treated like this. please- let me show you how good I could treat you-"

and that's how it all started. you were laid down on your back, thighs pushed all the way to your chest as kirishima towered over you.

"relax for me mamas... ima make you feel so good..." he cooes into your ear, hand caressing your cheek. you listen to him and let go of all the tension you were holding in, a breathy exhale leaving your lips.

kirishima teases his tip in between your fold and clit, making the both of you let out a small moan. soon enough he gently pushes himself in, groaning at the way your wet walls clam down on his length. you grip the bedsheets next to you as the feeling of the pleasureable yet painful stretch engulfs your senses.

"you okay princess? can I start?..." he asks, checking in for any signs of discomfort on your face. it took everything in him to not start moving and pound the life out of you, he had fantasized about this moment since forever and it was finally in his hands.

you nod, and kirishima starts moving at a slow pace, making sure you were okay, after all the last thing he would ever want to do, is to hurt you. but soon enough he picks up the pace gradually, making you cry out for more. "your takin it so well for me mamas..." he praises, his hips bucking into your cunt even quicker.

"f-fuck she was made for me hm? bet that lameass boyfriend couldn't get ya like this" he mumbles, pointing your chin down to make sure you maintain eye contact with him.

he begins to get rougher, hands quickly shifting your legs from pressed against your torso to now your calves on his shoulders. the new position made him ram into that spongy spot, making your moans even louder.

it all felt so good, from the way his cock was now even deeper in you, the way his thrust became harsh and passionate you could only shut your eyes from the ecstasy.

"don't close your eyes on me mama, keep them open or I'll stop." he commands, drilling into your hole even faster now, the sound of skin slapping follow suit. you open your eyes, listening to his warning. he smirks and whispers down into your ear "good girl... you're so obedient for me mamas" he grins.

he pounds into you harshly, faint mumbles of " so-so sorry mamas... can't hold back anymore" as he drills into you, his grip on your hips was sure to leave a purplish bruise the next morning.

you feel the familiar know in your stomach tighten. "m'so close eijiro please!-" you mewl. "cmon baby... tell me who fucks you better? me or him?" he teases. "y-you do..." you mutter out, somewhat inaudible. he lightly slaps your cheek "the fuck was that?. tell me who the fuck you belong to-" he grunts out. "y-you, I only belong to you eijiro-" you cry out

"good girl, listenin to me so well..." eijiro grins and places a hand on your bud, digits rubbing quick circles all over it. bringing you over the edge.

your back arches and your thighs tremble. you let a loud moan as you feel the pleasure overwhelm you. the sight alone was enough to make kirishima reach his own high. he pulls out and begins to stroke his cock, letting out pretty groans as his lips part slightly.

long ropes of cum decorate your stomach as you both pant out heavily. you close your eyes, as you catch your breath. while you do so kirishima notices your phone on the other side of the bed, open.

he grabs it quickly without you noticing and snaps a quick photo. hurriedly tapping on your exes icon and sending him the photo.

"kinda sad that you let such a pretty girl like her go. it's okay i'd understand, you didn't deserve her anyways"

[ohnoitstbskyen]

100 songs to get to know me

I posted this image over on the bluesky, and it got like 100 likes, so now here we are. I was going to write them all up here, but Tumblr imposes a 10 video limit on embeds per post which I find infuriating.

So! You can read the first ten entries here, but you can read the entire list here: https://tbskyen.bearblog.dev/100-songs-to-get-to-know-me/

1. ABBA - Lay All Your Love On Me

I genuinely don't quite know if my enjoyment of ABBA is something I came by honestly, or something which is simply genetically engineered into my Scandinavian soul. I remember hearing my mom blasting their songs on the home stereo in my childhood, and the association has put permanent nostalgia blinders on me for all of ABBA's greatest hits. Still, I think the beat is undeniable and the mournful tone of the chorus adds some real melancholy to the dramatic plea at the core of the song.

2. Afenginn - Oestrogenmanipuleret Basilisk

Afenginn describe themselves as "bastard etno-punk" which is probably as good a description as you're going to get. There's a lot of klezmer and eastern European folk influences here, but what is more important about Afenginn's best songs is that they go hard as f*ck and it's an absolute blast to dance to them at a show. They played this the first time I saw them live, and the rhythm comes back every time I hear it again. Good times!

3. Afenginn - Ralli in D Minor

With 100 slots to fill, I am giving myself permission to allocate two slots to Afenginn, and for the same reason. Ralli in D Minor is less of a dance tune to me, and more of a headbanger, but with a sufficiently loud subwoofer and a game crowd, you could f*ing mosh to this.

4. Anamanaguchi - Prom Night

I discovered Anamanaguchi as the composers of the title track to the Nerdist podcast back in the day, and being unfamiliar with the concept of chiptunes, I was drawn in initially by the sheer novelty of hearing the squeaks and bloops of my gaming childhood employed towards rock tunes and combined with "real" instruments.

Beyond the gimmick, though, Anamanaguchi won me over fully with the Scott Pilgrim game soundtrack, and then 2013's Endless Fantasy, where the gimmick of chiptune nostalgia noise (at least for me) finally coalesced into something that felt entirely like its own thing. Plus I'm a sucker for exactly this kind of bright dance pop, and Bianca Raquel's vocals here are a perfect match for the tone of the music.

5. Jennifer Hudson - Memory

2019s Cats is a fascinating fucking disaster. Tom Hooper is the worst director of musicals in my living memory, the abuse of the VFX staff extended beyond brutal crunch and absurd challenge imposed by a director who had no idea what the hell he was asking them to do all the way into an astonishingly arrogant and condescending joke from Rebel Wilson and James Corden at the expense of workers who were the last people at fault for the disaster that the movie became (look in the fucking mirror, Wilson and Corden, your performances were rancid).

Still, the silver lining of Cats is we got to hear Jennifer Hudson shake the world on its foundations with her rendition of Memory. I don't give a shit what anyone says, this performance is transcendent and no amount of institutional failure can dim its quality.

6. Annette Bjergfeldt - Min Bærende Bjælke

Annette is one of my mother's oldest friends, and a prolific singer-songwriter now turned author. I've been going to her concerts since I was a little child, and while I am absolutely not the target audience for any of it, it has stuck with me as part of my musical vocabulary deep into adulthood.

She has experimented with brass band accompaniment a few times, but for my money, nothing quite comes close to the floating, optimistic vibe of Min Bærende Bjælke. It sounds like a very particular kind of lasting romance, which of course is also what the lyrics are about.

7. Hozier - Blood Upon the Snow

We'll get more than one Hozier song on this list, but Blood Upon the Snow stands out to me as a song which easily transcends the videogame soundtrack promotional tie-in nature of its conception. Bear McCreary's hurdy gurdy and lyrics about surviving through adversity by holding on to existence with your teeth and nails... yeah, it hits with me. There's something real in that.

"The trees deny themselves nothing that makes them grow, no rainfall, no sunshine, no blood upon the snow." Something about that feels real.

8. The Beatles - Something

idk if I really need to write anything about George Harrison's most famous love song that hasn't been written more extensively by a million dad-rock enthusiasts before me.

I will say, this is one of the few songs I listen to regularly that justify the expensive audiophile headphones I invest in. There's a LOT to hear on a good, lossless, original mix of this song, if you're the kind of pervert who gets off to listening to a song a hundred times to focus on different parts of the soundscape. (it's me, I am the pervert)

9. Blink-182 - Adam's Song

I discovered a lot of my music taste as a young man from extremely low-resolution AMVs that my friend used to download off sketchy file-sharing sites. Blink-182 entered my musical lexicon through the one above, specifically, piggybacking off of my teenage love of Dragon Ball.

I never really grokked what the lyrics were actually about, until relistening to the song years later, but something about the minor-key wail of the thing really sat with my angsty teenage soul and has stuck with me ever since. I cannot listen to this song without that music video playing in my head, the song will forever belong to Vegeta.

There's remastered versions of this AMV out there, apparently, but if it's not 144p with tinny audio, it's just not right. That's not what the song is supposed to sound like, not to me.

10. Blink-182 - Miss You

Blink-182 is one of those bands I discovered via anime AMVs and listened to obsessively for a period as a teenager (The Offspring will show up later on this list), and then fell entirely out of touch with for years until discovering much later in life that they did, in fact, keep releasing music. I Miss You from their self-titled 2003 album felt, when I discovered it sometime in the early 2010s, like a much more mature and interesting sound from a band which had gotten stuck associated with my adolescent superpower kung-fu fantasies which I was, at the time, feeling a bit embarrassed about.

The song had a resurgence on TikTok a little while ago as a meme template, which made me listen to the albums again, and rediscover yet again that Blink-182 is, in fact, still putting out albums.

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The rest of the list is here: https://tbskyen.bearblog.dev/100-songs-to-get-to-know-me/

[queenimmadolla]

“Your my best friend” Fluff and romance with Eddie?

love this!

  “You’re my best friend, Eddie. Of course I want to talk to you, be around you. Things are just…different now. It’s not just you and me anymore.”

  Eddie froze mid-pace, hands placed on his lower back as he stared at you. You were sitting on a log, on his jacket because he knew you hated getting your clothes dirty–you hadn’t even asked before he was spreading it down for you when you’d arrived at the secluded location half an hour ago.

  You were right, he knew it. Things were different. Had been different. Because you two weren’t just best friends. Not since his second failed year as a senior. That had been the year he’d fully realized his attraction to you and how it went far beyond just physical interest. Now, you had this bullshit ships passing in the night thing going on.

  Eddie Munson was in love with you. And he knew you had feelings for him, too.

  That scared the living shit out of him. So, he did what he did best. 

  He ran.

  It should’ve been you he took to prom, but it was Carly Sorenson at his side that night– giving Zeke Evans the chance to have you pressed against him. And then it should’ve been you he was crooning love songs to on Valentine’s Day the following year, but it had been Maggie Walthers on the other end of all that affection since Zeke Evans was continuously surprising you with obnoxiously cute gifts at every damn corner. This year…two months ago, it was Chrissy Cunningham pressing a kiss to his cheek as they both ended their relationship because their hearts belonged to people who weren’t each other.

  And it was still Zeke Evans who was trying to reconcile with you now that your on-and-off relationship was indeed off.

  Eddie knew you were considering it, that's why you’d been so distant with him, making it nearly impossible for him to confess, even if he could find the words and bravery to do so.

  He’d managed to get you down to Lover’s Lake and brought up your avoidance, but apparently you hadn’t been avoiding him. You just hadn’t been looking for him like you always did when you were single. Which made him panic, because he knew you went looking for him to try and tell him how you felt and he always had shitty timing so he was with someone else. But you hadn’t this time.

  You hadn’t gone looking for him. You didn’t want him anymore. He fucked everything up by waiting this long and Zeke would forever have the honor of being your person.

  Eddie tried not to wince, his smile appearing more defeated than bitter because despite the gaping hole sensation spreading from his stomach to his chest–he could live with the heartbreak if he knew you were happy, and that he’d always have his best friend.

  “It’s not, huh?” The tip of his battered Reeboks met a rock, kicking it across the water. Well, that was far-fetched, stupid thing didn’t even skip. Just sank with an unimpressive plomp. Like Eddie. 

  He glanced up at you through long lashes, only a little wet from a moment of weakness on the drive up to meet you. You shook your head, lips twisted into a mournful smile of your own as you fiddled with your fingers.

  “Didn’t think so.” He mumbled, more to himself as he sat down on the log, right next to you. You bumped your shoulder to his and he did the same, huffing as a speckle of joy returned to him, “You wanna know a secret?”

  You lifted your chin.

  “You’re my best friend, too.”

  Eddie let out an inhuman sound as you playfully whacked his chest. 

  “That’s not a secret, Eddie! There is literally not a singular soul in town who doesn’t know that. Even the Mayor knows!”

  Eddie let out a content sigh as he thought back to that boring town hall meeting he’d been forced to attend for extra credit–and he hadn’t been able to lie about going since every participant had to check in with O’Donnell, who had also been in attendance. Like the angel you were, you’d offered to go with him. But Eddie had decided he’d much rather appreciate you in a setting that wasn’t that one, so he stood up, shrieked something about communism, grabbed your hand and ran the hell out of there.

  And he still got his extra credit ‘cause he showed up, O’Donnell hadn’t wanted to give it to him but you’d successfully argued for him.

  With the way Eddie made sure to take you with him when he fled, he was positive the Mayor thought the two of you were more than friends. If only.

  “That’s pretty legendary, I’m happy for us.” He commented, elbow resting on his knees and chin resting on his fist.

  You laughed into his shoulder and the misery faded entirely from Eddie, how could he be even a little bit sad with you nuzzling into him like that? The depression could wait until he got home.

  “I’m happy for us, too.” You agreed, placing your hands on either side of you and straightening, leaving Eddie feeling oh so suddenly cold, and with something else. 

  Your hand was right there, palm down on his jacket. All he had to do was be brave enough to hold it. Unlike all the other times he’d held your hand–always leading you somewhere, making sure you didn’t get lost in a crowd, helping you up and helping you down–this one would have no real purpose other than to simply hold your hand.

  No more platonic meanings. Purely romantic. 

  You’d immediately know what he was trying to say. Trying to tell you.

  And you could easily crush him, crush his heart, crush his soul by rightfully prying your hand away and leaving him behind, broken for daring to defy the What If. 

  It’s what he’d been scared of all these years, what kept him running and from asking you to be his. Everything would change in an instant, be it for better or for worse.

  Eddie didn’t have to think twice, he could put himself back together, tape the shards of himself in place but he couldn’t let you go again.

  He placed his palm over your much smaller one.

  You turned your hand over, palm up, so you could intertwine your fingers and he squeezed.

  You were wrong, you both knew it.

  It was just you and Eddie.

[kairakeiji]

[01:13]

“hello?”

“hi,” you manage to hiccup.

“yn?” iwaizumi questions on the other side of the line. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you mumble.

“are you sure?” iwaizumi questions, not stupid enough to miss the way you slur your words together. “tonight was your prom night, wasn’t it?”

“it was,” you tell him slowly.

“did you have fun?”

a beat of silence follows, “it would’ve been better with you here.”

and he only sighs, “you know i’m in tokyo right?”

“yeah.”

“and you’re in the states right?”

another moment of hesitation, “yeah.”

so he tries again, “did you have fun?”

and this time you answer him honestly.

“no.”

“why is that?”

“because,” you sigh. “i feel like everyone around me has grown up together and there’s this gap between all of us,” you stutter out quickly, not too sure where your words will take you. “everyone’s celebrating their last nights together but i feel like i barely even know these people.” you can’t help but sigh.

“i wish you were here.”

but he only replies, “are you drunk?”

“maybe,” you shake your head lying back on your bed. it’s the morning for him, and for all you know he’s missing out on something important.

but you beg yourself for one selfish moment, one moment where you can let yourself take more of his time, his words.

a second where you can take just take a bit more of him.

“i was at this party,” you sigh. “but i barely knew anyone there so i left,” you explain. “i took some alcohol home for myself though.”

“okay,” he nods. “make sure you drink water and get some rest okay? i don’t want you hungover tomorrow.”

and your heart swells at the way he cares, “okay i will i promise.”

“okay,” he answers. “yn i’m sorry but i do need to go,” a second of silence follows. “but take care of yourself okay?”

“you know i still like you right?”

hesitation comes from the other line, a silence you’re too inebriated to panic about.

“you shouldn’t say things you’ll regret,” he tells you.

“i do,” you try once more. “you know that, i’ve loved you even since before i left.” you suck in a breath.

“i still like you.”

and he only replies.

“good night.”

before the line goes silence completely.

and you can’t help the way tears spill from your eyes as you keep the phone held up to your ear. a trembling hand reaches for the can sitting in front of you, the can of hard seltzer you tell everyone you despise, doing your best to stomach the drink you constantly claim you hate because it was the only other drink in your house. because, after five shots too many, you need to forget.

and at this point, you’ll go to any means to do so.

the world spins as you cry, the last of your prom makeup seeping into your pillow as you clutch your phone to your chest. your hand snatched the can that’s now sitting on your nightstand, chugging down as much as you can at a time as you wish for the world to spin faster, until it’s completely off it’s axis.

because denial has turned into grief, and you can’t help but mourn the way you let your first love slip away from your grasp.

just wanna test something ;)

thanks for reading! reblogs/interaction are always always appreciated <3

[averseunhinged]

it's wip wednesday again and i've been working on slogging my way through finishing things, one agonizing paragraph at a time. however! i think i finally unpacked the last of my notebooks and found this. idk when i'll get back to it. i have a pretty solid amount of it written, know where it's going and how it ends, but there's a middle bit i'm still not sure how to do.

it's canon divergence from the prom episode on, with klaus and caroline and silas's twisty machinations.

“How are you putting Shane in my head? It's, like, an illusion, right? And I'm the only one who can see it. So, you must be getting it from somewhere, but is that really him, or are you what my brain thinks an evil college professor would look like?” Caroline frowned as she thought back over the past months. “I don't think I met him.”

“No,” Silas said. “You do tend to have your own separate storyline, for better or worse.”

She blinked and reared her head back. “Excuse me?”

“Never mind. The hybrid is very fond of you. You weren't a player in my game until now, but your mind has a fascinating complexity.”

Caroline bared her teeth in a cruel parody of her pageant smile. “Please tell me you're not flirting with me by reading my mind. There is so much wrong with that, I can’t even begin to get into it, and I already have one morally bankrupt megalomaniac to manage. I do not need a second constant disappointment.”

“You're mean,” Silas said pleasantly with a quiet laugh. “In all those legends, they only ever spoke of my love’s sweetness and beauty, but a handmaiden wasn’t a servant. They were friends, companions–close as sisters. Qetsiyah had loved me from childhood, but my darling girl didn't care. She was greedy and wanted me for herself. She wanted me, eternity, and the world as well. I only want her. Stop worrying I'm going to be like Damon.”

“Not super-thrilled about you hanging out in my head.” She crosed her arms over her bodice, the beading digging into her skin and the corset constricting her ribcage.

“Are you super-thrilled about anything to do with me?” he asked with a surprising dry humor. “You don't give a damn about the cure. You never did. Don't deny it.” He held up one hand to quiet her when she tried to protest. “I'm in your head. I know your little, secret shames. The only thing that matters to you about any of this is the number of unnecessary deaths. No, I don't mean your witches.”

Silas moved to her, step by slow, even step. She would not move back, wouldn't show that much weakness, even if he could pluck the fear of the closeness of his body right out of her mind.

“I said secret shames. You wear the witches where everyone can see, because you think you’re supposed to. It's the others you hide. You're glad the hybrids are dead. They hurt you, stole away the boy you thought you loved. Plotted without your knowledge, because they didn’t trust you to agree to your hybrid's permanent incapacitation, and made you confront the envious, jealous, hateful beast he can be long before you were ready. And the council of fanatical imbeciles? You may have known them all your life, but it didn't stop them from hurting you. Do you have any idea what they planned for you? Experiments, Caroline. Supposedly to advance modern medicine, but in truth, humans love having an excuse to hurt something.

“It's certainly not the hunter boy I ate, because deep down inside, you know he got what was coming to him. Face it: it's your hybrid's brother and every last one of his line you mourn, because you might not be sweet, and you might not be kind, but you have a just heart. You know it was wrong. An entire line. Do you want a number? Do you want to know how many that boy and his sister murdered? No?”

Caroline tried to back away from him, his rapid-fire recitation chipping away at her bravery. He cupped his hands around her bare shoulders and held her in place in a gentle, but unyielding grip.

“Over seventeen thousand. That is the sort of atrocity a doppelganger is capable of, addled by a sire bond or not. Kol was prolific and his children followed suit. You wouldn't know the sort of vampires he created, but I have to admit, I think they were my favorites. He turned libertines. Actors and singers. Cyprians and courtesans. The makers of his favorite spirits. Particularly creative chefs. Like calls to like, of course, and when the time came, they sired more of their own. A line of hedonists who lived for a good time. For joy. For fun. All dead in the search for my prison. No wonder you contain so little sympathy for the Gilberts. You should have killed the girl when you had the chance."

She struggled against his hold in earnest. He gave her shoulders a fatherly pat and let her go, but her dress was heavy and awkward, and her heels weren't made for the uneven terrain of the woods.

"Whoops!" He steadied her when she tripped and nearly fell backwards, one hand around her upper arm, the other on her shoulder. "Sorry about the inappropriate apparel, but there's a time and place for everything."

"You couldn't have kidnapped me earlier, when I was wearing flats?" she complained.

"Afraid not. Like I said, it’s all about timing. I’ve had eons to plan. Don’t worry so much. Your disappearance has already been noticed.”

She didn’t want to admit how much of a relief it was to know she hadn’t been forgotten. Fury rising at her own pathetic, needy anxiety, she demanded, "Why are you being so nice to me? You've been terrorizing everyone for weeks! You made Klaus maul himself. I had to dig around in his back with pliers! And I know you were torturing him while you looked like me."

"Do you think you'd be happier if you were uglier, Caroline?" Silas asked conversationally, ignoring her question. "I know you wonder why people always want you, but they never, ever love you. You're clever, though. You've turned being underestimated into an art form."

Her mouth fell open in shock. "I have not! I'm not--it's not--"

"Manipulative? On purpose? I'm in your head," he reminded her. "You can be honest with me. It was so easy to get to him while I looked like you. Of course, that's not entirely your doing. The curse, killing his father, his mother pretending to love him, family no longer willing to endure his abuse. He's been turned around and tied in knots until he'd do nearly anything for a kind word from you. I cupped his face in your hands, and he nearly broke apart into pieces. So desperate for your gentle touch. Asleep and awake, he dreams of you. The fantasies that torment him the most aren't the ones of your body that make him take himself in hand." Silas leaned closer to her, nearly nose to nose. His borrowed brown eyes were dark and terrifying in their gentle, knowing sincerity. "He doesn't want to long for a life with you, of travel and family, home and love, but he does, Caroline. You can't fathom the atrocities he would commit in your name. The degradation he'd endure for your approval, for the blessing of the only god he knows."

"Let me go," she insisted, panicked and shrill. "Let me go!"

When he did, she pushed him back and bent over to unbuckle her shoes. It was a relief to drop them carelessly, even though her stockings would be ruined. She hadn't had any illusions about this being the perfect night she'd constructed for years, but it was destroyed beyond anything she could have planned for.

"I could help you with your hair," Silas offered. "You've barely noticed, but the pins are digging into your scalp."

She dropped her second shoe and stood up, clenching her hands into fists to stop their trembling. "Does that mean I'm not going to prom at all?"

"I can't be sure." He shrugged and admitted, "I don't think so, but I've been wrong before."

[eddiegettingshot]

okay. mourning s1-s4 tim minear anon here. just finished my season 3 rewatch and ohhhhh boy oh boy. honestly I could write so much about that finale alone because s6 and s7 have made me forget what a good finale can be (athough I will say that the s3 finale has me thinking a wholeeee bunch of insane things about the s7 finale like buddie things and how the writing choices are were insane (complementary) that I will not elaborate on here because Im already rambling too much about how good s3 is). but genuinely all the character arcs were SO GOOD this season its insane. athena (hate the copaganda here but the general emotional journey with athena and athena/may): establishing what being a cop means to her -> showing that not even the murder of her fiance could sway her from policing and finally arresting the man that did it -> experiencing something traumatic first hand that makes her question her ability to do the job again. and then may: hating what her mom does, going as far as to write her college essay about it, then insisting on taking the pictures with her mom for prom despite her injuries from policing/not being ashamed of her. and also appreciating it to the point of also wanting to help people but as an acab truther pursuing a different way of doing it (911 operator. also imagine they made may a cop thank god that didnt happen lmao). michaels feeling of loneliness and isolation leading up to his diagnosis, then ending the season by meeting his endgame and knowing he gets to live. buck starting the season being insecure about losing his place with the 118 and being the person left behind again and ending the season confronting the last person who left him + feeling secure in his relationships with the 118. bobby's refusal to let buck do anything at the beginning of the season due to his injury + general recklessness vs doing buck's suggested rescue to save both victims. both the henren IVF/fostering arc AND the hen arc were great and thank god because the henren of it all was seriously lacking before this season. but hitting the girl with the ambulance -> reconnecting with her first rescue -> introducing her issues with Drs and their ability to listen and help patients to their full ability -> pursuing med school SO GOOD. and remember when madney used to get character arcs UGHH soooo good. developing chim + his mom/albert/his dad more. having maddie actually confront what happened with doug via therapy (btw maddie stalker plot good example of how to do an insane storyline well!!). this leading into the love confession and also the conclusion/start to the pregnancy arc they set up in !!! episode 1 !!! them not just dropping the josh arc completely after the heist trauma he suffered and seeing it through to a satisfying conclusion. and like I do have one nitpick in hindsight like the eddie arc was so good up until he got caught in the fighting ring and he cried about the divorce and then it was just never brought up again in favour of doing the mini chris stories in 3x10/3x12/3x15. like you literally had a chance to address and conclude eddie's mourning shannon arc in eddie begins or the episodes surrounding that and just didnt LMAO idk maybe they had plans and it got scrapped for the buck/red/abby arc because connie agreed to come back because really it was the only thing that did not feel concluded relative to literally every other character arc this season. anyways where is this tim. TIM WAKE UP!!! come back and give your characters arcs!!! one thing that is super obvious from rewatching the early seasons is there is still SO MUCH interesting stuff to explore with these characters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am begging please give eddie a story with a satisfactory conclusion please give maddie and chim stories please stop torturing hen and karen via fostering/adoption please conclude a buck plot in satisfactory fashion please have bobby and athena explore his past properly please make ravi a main

ohhhh my god THIS MADE ME MOURN S3 TOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 what the fuck COME BACK TIM 😭😭😭😭😭 i want him BACK 😭😭😭😭😭

[thwipsthrown]

finally wrote a verses page, figured i should make it mobile-friendly too.

REMY ‘GAMBIT’ LEBEAU:

currently only one verse based in a nebulous version of the comics and x-men 97. assumes anna & remy are married to their civilian (but still mutant) third partner, robin. single ship with @hopedefined & @auroradicit.

PETER PARKER:

main verse: earth-1049. mix of tasm 1&2 and insomniac’s spider-man series. substitute teacher & freelance photographer. semi-retired hero. rebuilding the emily-may foundation.

second verse: earth-120703. post tasm 1&2 vanilla + nwh. a substitute teacher and freelance photographer working his way through a phd in science.

HARRY OSBORN:

main verse: earth-120704. tasm 2 au where harry agrees to give peter time to find a cure instead of going goblin. still oscorp’s ceo.

second verse: earth-120703. tasm 2 vanilla. honestly not my preferred verse but i’ll pull it out if need be. mostly cameos/when a villain is needed in a thread.

main verse: earth-199999. oscorp’s heir. got dusted, his mom died hours later. when he came back, he started self-destructing by partying, doing drugs, partying, and sleeping with whoever seemed interested. doing vaguely alright. as far as he’s concerned, his father thinks of him more as a ghost haunting the company – norman mourned him years ago. now he’s a burden he’s supposed to clean up and make his heir. an embarrassment. harry is more than willing to play the part, until he meets gwen stacy and peter parker.

private verse: earth-17. when norman osborn died at the hands of doc ock, his wife morgan osborn took his place as the ceo of oscorp. and when she took control of oscorp, she also took control of the kingpin’s criminal empire. harry, their son, aged fifteen, was immediately inducted into learning the family businesses, and now that he’s out of college, he’s the one in control. in a committed polycule with peter-17 (@localwebslingers), gwen-17, and mj-17 (@dothesaving).

GWEN STACY:

main verse: earth-65. drummer for the mary janes. ghost spider. gwenom. mainly follows the spider-gwen comics + headcanons. a little bit of earth-65B thrown in for funsies and itsv/atsv shenanigans.

second verse: earth-1048. drummer, gymnast, undergrad in biochem and masters in experimental science, oscorp employee. knows all the shady shit oscorp gets up to and may or may not have been subject in a top secret experiment or two. potentially either another spider-person, or a vessel for carnage. it depends on the context.

third verse: earth-120704. tasm 1&2 vanilla, without the fridge. gwen survives the clocktower (either by not falling at all or by peter actually catching her in time – dealer’s choice) and still goes to oxford. set after she gets her degree.

private verse: earth-17. when gwen stacy was fifteen, she started a band with her friends glory grant and betty brant, with her on vocals and drums, betty on bass, and glory on the keys. they named the band the fight and they were a hit at senior prom. after graduation, she admitted to her best friends, harry, peter, and mj, that she had a crush on all of them and formed their polycule. after finally gaining a rhythm guitarist in reformed bully flash thompson, the fight quickly rose to fame and now gwen’s a global superstar who’s frequently on tour. but she never fails to make time for her partners.

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Remus doing the absolute most for his trans emo boyfriend (in a good way)

But also "hey spider when you have top surgery can I get you a cake and can we mourn the man mounds and celebrate the new chest?" "Why do you keep calling my tits odd shit... Can it be chocolate cake"

"what're you doing looking at—" "which one do you like best?" "—packers... That one."

"MY HANDSOME MAN WITH HIS HANDSOME FACIAL HAIR" virgil still learning to manage the facial hair but he's got Remus all 🥺 and cooing over how handsome he looks

"I'm scared to do the shot" "I'll do it :D"

weirdly oddly specific but if its an au where they know each other in school or smth, Remus is in the cosmetology program and does Virgil's hair for him so it's not a feminine pixie cut, OR he helps him dye his long emo hair (I LOVE COS. REMUS NGL I FEEL LIKE HE'D LOVE BEING ABLE TO DO HIS OWN HAIR ALL CRAZY AND PROPER)

also if it's a school au... "Will you do me the honor of being my sexy as FUCK date to prom?" "... I guess" (he says then goes home and screams into his pillow)

"HIS PRONOUNS ARE HE AND THEY" "I have a pin-"

"what are cramps like?" "I think if I tried to show you, you'd moan. You freaky bitch" "you love me" "I do"

"will you be my husband?" "Of course, my love"

"LOOK AT MY HOT HUSBAND" sign at pride

"is that a miku binder" ":3"

Remus just being giddy about all the changes that happen on T and like being 10000% more hype than Virgil himself when a new one pops up. Also Remus would be so fascinated by bottom growth. Just gonna say it.

— 👑

Y E S Y E S Y E S REE BEING VEE'S HYPE MAN AND TRANS!VEE ARE MY FAVORITE FUCKING THINGS EVER I FUCKING L O V E THIS!!! I genuinely adore how excited Ree is for Vee and tries to do so much stuff for him he's such a chaotic supportive boyf and the Emo doesn't know what the fuck is going on but just still goes along with his chaos anyways XD Also Ree being in cosmetology is S O fucking D E L I C I O U S and underrated manz would dye Vee's hair and always makes sure he gives him the most Emo masc haircuts!!! (Also Ree being fascinated by bottom growth is so R E A L he can and will gain knowledge about it to the point where he can casually infodump about it while Vee's just like "How the fuck do you know that I didn't even know that???" XD)

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Sylvia lore. So much angst. I'm so sorry.

⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎☆⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎

Sylvia does not wear a prom dress. It's glorified lingerie if anything, a short little dress found in the back of her closet; a relic of simpler times. Her revenge dress, as Dally always called it.

A thin cardigan tossed around her shoulders, a single silver button clasped in the middle across her brassiere.

Too-tall-heels that hurt her feet, and a single little purse held in both hands.

She tries a smile and a pathetic little twirl. Bleached, burned curls fall against her shoulders when she slows, carefully reaching to her eyes but smudging her makeup anyway.

Tim thinks she looks like a filly. Can't keep still, eyes moving back and forth too much. He tries to calm her, through the haze of cigarette smoke curling between them.

“Don't you have a dance to be at?”

“I can't believe we used to fit on that bed.”

The mattress sags. Sylvia pries open her clutch, hastily pulling out a small flask. It's done in a few gulps, rim stained red, and shoved back into her momma’s white clutch before she speaks again.

“I graduated today.”

“I know, I watched. Had to leave after your turn though—, business.”

She nods. “I wouldn't wanna stay the whole time either. Kinda had to though, bein’ in the middle ‘n’ all.” She scoffs. “Sylvia Jackson.”

Curls crumple when she lays her head on his shoulder. Neither move for a while. It's a warm evening, June of 1966. Tim tries not to get ash on her dress and Sylvia tries not to cry.

“I wish you didn't drop out. We could've done it together—, graduatin’. Hell, you coulda been my prom date… don't think they’ll let me drag you ‘long this time.”

Tim exhales, a careful arm around her frail shoulders. His chest rumbles when he speaks; sounding gruffer than he meant to.

“Do you even wanna go to this dance, doll?”

“I wanna get out, Tim.”

Out of Tulsa. Hell, maybe out of the fucking state. He can't blame her— he can barely get a word of common sense in before she’s off on a tangent, tounge that used to cut boys like him to ribbons in their youth.

They're not kids anymore.

“We could leave tonight, while everyone’s busy with the party. Wouldn't even have to tell anyone—, well, we could leave a note for the kids ‘n’ one for Buck. Hell, we could just bring Curls ‘n’ Ang with us—,”

Something in his chest tightens when he lays a scarred hand on her knee. “I can't leave, Sylv. You know that.”

“I know that,” she chuckles through quick tears spilling over her bottom lashes. “I was just-, just thinkin’. I've been doin’ a lot of that these days.”

Thinking of what she’ll do now. She was never an A+ student, college or anything after was out of the question. Not to mention the financial aspect of it all.

Thinking of that gymnasium. The walls done up in streamers, fruit punch and class cupcakes to be enjoyed by all.

She thinks of the Prom Court. King and Queen was no contest; who a better candidate than some dead Soc and his mourning girlfriend?

Sylvia wishes bitterly in her mind for them to move on as she imagines Sherri Valance dressed to the nines, twirling delicately with that plastic crown held to her chest, a match if tiara placed atop her bombshell hairdo.

She thinks of the warm black earth in front of his headstone. It's his birthday carved there. It's his name staring back at her. It doesn't seem real; it never does. She still thinks there’d been some kind of mistake. Some other hood torn apart by bullets under harsh street lamps that brutal night in August.

Dally could always out run the pigs. Always.

Dally never left her for this long.

Never.

“I dunno what to do.”

“You're gonna go to your prom, Sylvia. ‘N’ you're gonna be the best lookin’ girl there.” He tucks hair behind her ear, wipes the pad of his thumb under her eye where mascara had begun to run. “You're gonna call me in the mornin’, alright? We’ll go for coffee. Like old times.”

”I’ll call you tomorrow,” she parrots shaikily. Tim nods, Sylvia smiles. “I should get goin’… I don’t wanna miss my prom.”

“Go get ‘em, cowgirl,” Tim calls. He can hear her heels click against the floor the whole way through the hall and down the stairs, all the way to the front door. It slams back into place as quickly as it was thrown open. He stands. Just enough to watch his oldest friend teeter down the sidewalk in her too-tall-heels.

Sylvia will miss her prom. She’ll empty her change into the hand of the bus driver, taking her ticket and watching Tulsa pass by. The sun dips below rooftops, and she’ll make her way into a seedy little bar on the other end of greaser territory. She’ll meet a boy there; her age, another relic from years ago. William— Billy, as he always preferred, Dawson.

He’ll buy her a drink, she’ll repay him with a dance or two. He’ll buy as many drinks as it takes to keep her happy, clinging to his arms as she slides out of her heels and against his chest. She’ll thank him for the fun, planting a quick, deep kiss against his lips.

When he invites her to his car, she’ll follow.

His hair is brown rather than white-blonde. His eyes, every other colour than that pale, lifeless, blue. But tonight, he smells of tobacco and night. Her nails dig into his leather jacket just right, and the way he holds her.

So tightly, so warm, so possessively.

In a way so sickeningly familiar, Sylvia can only push herself closer against his bare chest the next morning, her sorry excuse of a prom dress pushed well past her thighs.

Tim will understand, she tells herself as she settles into his grip. Tim always understands.

i knew where we were going, i knew, and you still had me sucked into the story and gasping when she met up with billy. that’s the sign of a wonderful storyteller-

[angelic-writer]

Matt and Maddie Godrick - "A Eulogy Uninterrupted"

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a kind and compassionate soul."

Madeline caught a few people murmuring in the crowd. "Yeah, sure. Kind and compassionate." She gripped the skirt of her black dress. Why did this have to happen? At her husband's funeral, of all days.

"The last few days of planning this service were... turbulent, but in the end, through the power of the Lord, Matthew Godrick will now be laid to rest."

The murmuring only got louder. "I hope God judges him for how much of a bastard he was."

"Silence! Speaking this way during the service is disrespectful!" The priest boomed. "If any one of you say one more word-"

"This piece of shit should burn in hell for wishing death to children! To animals! For being the spawn of Satan!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!" He slammed his fist on the podium, making Maddie jump. "All of you, leave! You clearly have no respect for this man! Voice your complaints later!"

The vicars, priests and ministers grabbed the people that were becoming unruly and dragged them out the door. When one of them passed Madeline, he spat in her face. "May God forgive you for marrying such a wicked man!"

Soon enough, the church was empty, save for Madeline who still sat in her seat. She blinked her eyes, trying to hold back tears. That bastard Declan... He did this. He turned the entire city, no, the entire world against him. An innocent man who had done nothing wrong.

The priest ran his hand through his long curls. "I swear, not even a week of this "truthful news" getting out and they're treating this kid like he's fucking Hitler." He clamped his mouth shut. "Crap, I shouldn't say this in the house of God." He caught Madeline sitting alone and went over to her. "Hey... You doing okay?"

She sniffled. "I-I don't know... I'm still trying to figure out what the hell happened. He looked so happy on his way to work. We were planning dinner." She rubbed her stomach. "I was gonna surprise him..."

He put his hand on her shoulder. "I know... I know. I have no doubt this is very hard on you. With the media frenzy and people willing to believe Fox News over you..." He sighed. "Well, I guess it's just you now. You can go over and say your goodbyes whenever you're ready. You can stay as long as you want."

Madeline nodded and slowly got up. Smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress, she went to the coffin that had her husband in it. The man who she loved so much...

She closed her eyes. "Matt... I-I don't know if you can hear me, but... I just want to say... Thank you for being there for me. In my brightest days and my darkest nights, you were always there to make me happy. You never hesitated to help people in need. You even visited your sick cousin in the hospital when you had an important business meeting you had to call off. That's something only really good people do."

The priest nodded, smiling softly.

"When I first met you in high school, I thought you would be like any other guy I dated. But you surpassed them by miles. You made me laugh, smile, you took me out to places I liked... We even won prom king and queen. You made high school worth it for me. Heck, I still have the stuffed cow you won for me at the fair. I think I still have it in the attic of our old house. I wish I could've gotten it..." She sniffled. "Throughout college and even job hunting, you were always by my side. I don't regret marrying you, Matthew... And I certainly don't regret being with you one last time."

She laid the flowers down, finally letting her tears fall.

"I promise you, Mattie... I will live on for you. I will get revenge on that bastard for what he did to you." She laid her hand on her stomach once more. "For our little one."

The priest's breath hitched, then he sniffled, wiping his tears with his sleeve. This woman had gone through so much. To hear that her husband was shot down in plain daylight... If there was anything more he could do for her, he would gladly do so.

Sadly, he can't bring back the dead. He can only be there to comfort the loved ones, to help ease their pain for a little bit. He opened the Bible, flipping to a verse he had recited many times before. "In your hands, O'Lord..."

[arengnera]

The Flesh Dress

All of the fabric for this was reclaimed from curtains, scraps, tights, discarded tule from a local highschool prom that I snatched up like a horrible little vulture. The boning in the bodice was done with huge zip-ties but I’m not convinced getting real sewable boning wouldn’t have been worth it. The channels on the reinforcement were a bit of a bitch. The swords I also forged myself, but this ain’t about them. A lot of (mostly fake) blood, sweat and tears went into this one and I’m super pleased with the results. Huge shout out to @spoonbendersanonymous​ who was kind enough to lend me the fake blood, their anatomical text book, and had me sit down to watch Bride of Reanimator for inspiration.

Process photos and bonus photoshoot pictures below the cut!

Original sketches! A lot of me trying to figure out how to make boning look like bones while maintaining a classic shape. I said edwardian on the sketch but it honestly might be Victorian I'm really not sure. This was a combined art project for one of my classes, the idea was using old fashioned mourning traditions and clothes in a modern and campy way, to complain about how much capitalism erodes our time to mourn. At least that’s what I told the professor, It’s really about making a weird and off putting dress first and foremost.

Tape pattern and paper pattern! This was my first time doing this so don't take thus as any sort of guide.

It worked though, as shown by the world’s worst corset fitting - the pink thing on my arm was where I was planning on putting the upper sleeve, I was trying to see if my poof was good since my sleeves were a lot thinner and a lot longer than what would have been optimal for the amount of poof I wanted, I had to do some work around with the fabric I had

Now I’m just bragging about getting eyelets to look clean and good for once in my life. If I was going to do anything different about this though, I would ad more eases in the back, because I need to contort horribly to get out of the bodice, I fit it too well

This bad boy was really the crux of the whole project. The entire thing was a pun so I could applique an anatomically accurate heart on a sheer sleeve.

This was was it’s intermediary stage, where I was suddenly very much out of time for the first deadline and had to put off adding all of the gore I wanted to, so the simple applique heart had to do. The skirt itself was way less poofy than I would have liked, and didn’t quite give the silhouette I wanted. I ended up going with the train because the under skirt isn’t actually connected in the back. Thus is the nature of working with weird panels of curtains you’ve already cut into for a few other projects. God bless the thrift store curtain section.

The guts were made by sewing together sheer tights, and filling them with polyfill. Here they are, before they were stippled with liquid flesh colored latex and soaked in fabric paint - and after where you can see all that extra TEXTURE

I was able to use it for another project though, and I was very happy with the beading work here, although I did end up losing my biggest strand at some point.

Here’s my makeup test! I played around with doing some blood red lips but decided the blueish corpse look was better. Fun fact! I drove home wearing a sweatshirt that says “I heart corpse desecration” on it through the snow storm, and pulled over to offer some guy a hand with his car, forgetting I still looked like this. He turned me down.

The face of someone who can definitely be trusted for road side assistance. - Also I was posing as the two of swords tarot illustration for the final gallery exhibit.

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ep 10 stray thoughts

- oh nont…

- aobpuen enthusiasts were really in it now

- first enthusiasts were really in it now also proms texts?!??!

- when aob says the boss he means jason lee right…. WHAT IS SOONGS NEW JOB

- i love the set for when zouey plays the violin in memory of nant like the spotlight shining on him in his own room…. nant being in shadow yet the cause of it all….

- fucking help the way they all looked at captain when he tried to crack a a joke…. i love them

- porsche may be many things but poorly dressed isn’t one even in mourning he slays good for him

- oh jump….

- the presence of sugar daddy this ep despite him not showing up yet…

- first…

- nont…

- what a week to be a lover of pathetic characters haha…

- wait if it was roleplay on the dog mask clip why did prom say they didn’t do knives the first time with nont… unless he always knew it wasn’t nant….

- proms ipad full of secrets lol

- I KNEW DADDY WAS COMING BACK

- oh god oh fuck porsche imma break you outta there trust!!

- not tutor lurking there…

- i am taking the scene seriously but also the discord is really onto something with captainpuen…

- KEEN?!?!!,

- looked up the conversion rate and 283 an hour oh hold on for fisting is 339

- “the world revolves around the sun, not you” puen kinda ate with that one…

- the little giraffes on zoueys pjs oh wait is he gonna have his monster moment too

- the way this show shows dick without showing dick is crazy lmao

- obsessed with tutors bedroom

- why is the light flashing on puenkeen oh hold on captainpuenkeen?? captain… gurl…

- nont having a night in with the clues and a bottle of red

- nont back in his revenge era hope he finally gets to set someone on fire

- oh porsche… OH PORSCHE

- not arguing with a man with long lashes whatever you say beautiful

- the baddie bunch gc is so funny

- first allergic to minding his buisness… i mean we knew already but still

- AOB?!?!,!?!?!?!!??!!?!?!,! AGHHHHH FIRST NOOOOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD !?!?!?!?!

- i can excuse a glock but SHOES ON THE BED??? aob have some decorum

- NOOO oh my god?!?!?!,!, first my baby

- at least we have nuthphop. they’d never surprise or hurt us 🤡

- nuth in hyperfocus mode he can’t help his hyperfixations be patient with him

- i love nuthphop so much you don’t fucking get it like this song plays in so many of there scenes i can’t even get into it rn but grahhhh them them them

- the way jason lee be bumping into all the characters… i don’t trust this man i think he gonna fuck all them over

- hold on are they all teaming up to take sugar daddy down

- awww keen

- OH FUCK OTS GOING DOWN

WHAT THE FUCK WAS RHAT PREVIEW?!?!?! IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND?!,!!?

[jimblejamblewritings]

IM SO HAPPY YOU’RE DOING THE TWLIGHT REWRITE I LITERALLY JUST REREAD BOTH OF THE TWLIGHTS FICS 😭😭

☺️ Yay, I’m glad you like the other two enough to reread.

Honestly a rewrite has always weighed on my mind. This might be the last really long Twilight series unless I get a request that just ends up being a journey. But I wanted to fix so much of what I (and probably everyone else) thinks is wrong with Twilight. So canon is out the window lol. Also I’m changing Bella to Y/N cause people voted but this is still a rewrite so no Bella cause you are them.

Spoiler Alert but here are my ideas (I’m saying Bella for now instead of y/n):

- Edward isn’t so much of a dick in the Twilight book

- Not every boy is in love with Bella, they are actually just friends

- Jacob is actually a real friend and not a plot device. And Bells already knows some of the other Quileute boys she’s just not close with them yet.

- Bella doesn’t just go dress shopping with Jess and Ange to go to the bookstore, she actually wants to support them getting good dresses

- Bella is actually terrified when she realizes Edward is a vampire and gets more freaked out when he says he likes her. At first she’s only dating him because she wants to stay alive but then she starts to fall in love with him

- Rosalie is cool with Bella because Bella doesn’t want to become a vampire. Edward and the others expect her too so Rosalie is a big Bella defender because she wants to keep her human

- No weird interaction between Jacob and Edward at the prom. Jake helps Bella cause that’s his friend, Edward swoops in to finish cause he’s the boyfriend but they aren’t already heated with each other when Jake is still human

Onto New Moon

- It’s not a paper cut that sends Jasper into a frenzy but some bigger blood

- She gets lost in the woods until Sam finds her but she’s not just on the forest floor laying there

- No hallucination Edward!

- Jake visits her during her Great Depression Era and he actually brings her Forks friends and some of the future wolf pack

- when Bella is working on getting out of her depression, they’re all supportive. She gets the motorcycles as a thank you gift for Jake and also because she wants to learn as a distraction

- Jake’s mom dies and that’s what turns him. Laurent and Victoria in the area turns Embry and Seth. While Leah turns from Harry’s death

- wolves don’t cut their hair. It’s not as big a deal in Quileute history from what I researched but the still have long hair and sometimes view it spiritually. I would imagine being literal spirit warriors that are wolves would be one of those occasions so no hair cuts unless in mourning and when the cut their hair the wolf looks sickly cause fur is gone.

- when Bella finally confronts Jake there will be angst/comfort

- she puts two and two together and goes to Emily’s house to bring up the werewolf instead of the altercation with Paul cause why are we slapping people that haven’t actually done or said anything to you?

- imprinting doesn’t happen right away for wolves but usually when their imprint is in danger

- Actually showing that imprinting isn’t just romantic because wtf Stephenie Meyer? Sure the Sam Leah Emily pain fest will still happen but Quil has a girlfriend he very much plans on marrying so Claire being his imprint is very big brother. And one of the others might imprint on a Cullen to also show it isn’t romantic, not sure

- Bella and Jake fall in love. Jake imprints when she says she has to go to Italy. He doesn’t tell her and lets her go

- Volturi thing happens

- Bella is in shambles because she has to become a vampire but doesn’t want to and loves Jacob

- Edward proposes

Eclipse time!

- Bella has been avoiding Jake and he gives his imprint space until he finally has to show up to Forks high school cause of the Victoria Emmett and the wolves scene that happens

- Bella finally tells Jake what’s going on

- this is where Bella is kind of morally grey cause she does have a relationship with Jacob that’s behind everyone’s back at first

- Rosalie is still a Bella defender and basically knocks the sense into Edward and the rest of the family

- The newborn army means the Volturi do show up and because Bella is still human they install a deadline to when they will return which means she has to become a vampire

- They get to keep Bree instead of the baby dying!

- Bella’s Great Depression #2

- It’s understood that she and Edward have to put on a whole act that they are together so when Aro sees his thoughts/memories or other people’s thoughts/memories he only sees a happy couple. Bella gets to actually be with Jake since her thoughts are safe.

- Vampires can definitely have kids it’s just really rare because the body can be so incompatible. I’m thinking that maybe it’s hard for a woman’s body to accommodate the fetus since they are literal diamonds and don’t really grow or move so there is no room. And for men, the venom that mixes with their other fluids changes the properties of them. So sperm is basically destroyed by venom and isn’t potent at all (idk I think this makes more sense than it being venom because shouldn’t Bella have turned if it was pure venom?)

-Rosalie and Emmett have been trying but to no luck sometimes on Rosalie’s end and sometimes on Emmett’s end

Welcome to Breaking Dawn!

- A fake wedding and a real honeymoon

- The Vampire Baby will definitely kill Bella if taken out early and only might kill Bella if delivered. Done. No pro-life vs pro-choice debate.

- Rosalie kinda turns on Jake cause she’s always wanted a baby and now Bella has one and she needs to stay a part of the family

- of course Jake’s absolutely pissed thoughts alert the pack

- I’m gonna keep the rest a surprise

BUT feel free to leave suggestions or ideas you want to see and who you want to be Endgame!

I’m slowly going to answer the asks sitting in my inbox. Sorry I got so behind on that y’all.

[bookwyrminspiration]

What kind of prom outfits do you think each of the Councillors would wear (also imagine that Foxfire has a prom type dance for the elite levels and the younger levels and since Foxfire is a noble school the council got stuck chaperoning the level 1-6s because they signed up on accident for the lower levels instead of the elite level chaperoning)

Oo that's an interesting thought! I hope the council has fun in their chaperoning :), they probably could pull rank and switch out, but I'm going to assume where they were chaperoning has already been shared and backing out would reflect poorly on them

I'm answering this assuming it's an elven prom, and that the council are all adult chaperones (as opposed to what they wore at their prom), and also not super acquainted with them so! if you have a different suggestion feel free

Alina: The most extravagant ballgown you've ever seen. No one understands how she can move in the thing, or how she's not swallowed whole. Huge skirt, so many jewels

Bronte: He doesn't dress up, he wears the same thing he does every day and scowls about the situation in a corner. Wants desperately to leave.

Clarette: Simple but chic. No layers or folds or ruffles, but perhaps a slit on one side. She doesn't want the excess fabric to get in the way. Nice accent jewelry to complement the simplicity.

Darek: He's got a typical suit situation going on. Likes to keep it simple so his outfits don't get in the way of his phasing. I don't know what color, though. Black? Tan? I just don't think he stands out

Emery: Dark suit-like ensemble, maybe in navy? I almost said green but that's the mourning color. He doesn't want to stand out, but wants to look professional. Nice embroidery on the cuffs and such

Liora: Incredibly flowy, bright colors. Patterns look good on her and she takes advantage of it. I don't know why but I feel like she'd wear sandals? Or at least very strappy shoes/heels?

Noland: The clothes themselves are simple, but he's got loud patterns that stand out, bright colors. Even so, he still spends most of his night away from everyone else.

Oralie: I'm thinkin something tulle, something that twirls. Off the shoulder effortless style, you know? Of course it's in pink. Like this

Ramira: Something fitted, perhaps? Not skin-tight necessarily, but closer to that. Maybe a nice silver to blend in more and avoid attention, but I could also see a golden tone working really well for her. Looser bracelets/necklaces to offset the tightness of the outfit?

Terik: I think he'd be comfortable going a little more casual, so not a full out suit, but just dressed up a little. Fancier embroidery on his jerkin, a nicer pair of pants. Perhaps a fancier cane, too?

Velia: Fitted towards the top, flows at the bottom. Dark coloring. Makes it look like she's floating wherever she goes, mysterious vibe to her. A statement necklace.

Zarina: Whatever it it's, it's made of that satin-like off-white cream fabric that looks super smooth and shiny, almost reflective. Maybe with a gradient to a light blue. Feel like she'd have fancy sleeves, but nothing delicate. Everything is sturdy and durable

These are just ideas off the top of my head based on what I have to work with (which isn't much), so don't take these too seriously! There's some reasoning to them, but not a lot! it's also pretty canon typical, but if you like headcanons feel free!

[narilily]

THE INSPIRATION BEHIND... NARI GIM

she knows / meiko 🎧

worries / tom rosenthal 🎧

amen / amber run 🎧

nari is ... a really good waterproof mascara, spools of thread on the floor, soft white kitten fur, a field of yellow wild flowers in the warm summer breeze, a glass of sparkling wine, paper dolls, the sound of deep breathing, her perfectly charming red cottage, a smile brighter than sunshine, a lily.

Nari is one of my characters that I can honestly say has just come together as I've written her. Starting with her face claim and name. I've always adored Jamie Chung, and knew that I wanted to use her, despite not knowing a lot about her, or having seen her in much but The Gifted and a few odd movies here and there. I knew that I wanted a traditionally Korean name, and chose a random last name, and chose to go with a flower inspiration for the first name. Nari means Lily, and that felt right. I decided that Nari would be nicknamed Little Lily by her mother after moving to the States, one of the first phrases that she learned to speak in English. Which was another important part of her development, was staying in touch with her roots, as much as possible.

But! As far as fictional inspiration goes... there really wasn't anyone. I might have been on a bit of a fashion high from watching shows like The Bold Type and seeing Sutton's fashion inspirations made me want to play someone in that world. Katherine, from A Million Little Things, ended up being some inspiration for her, too, in terms of figuring out her sexuality and coming into her own as an individual and a woman as a whole. I also adore Grace Park and absolutely would have used her as a face claim, had she had more resources! Maybe not for Nari, but. You know.

As I mentioned above, I wanted her to stay in touch with her culture, her roots, so her family moved to the States when she was young, but she still celebrates a lot of holidays her parents taught her about, makes the best dumplings around, and tries to visit home when she can. And has incredibly traditional parents who moved back home after she left for college, wanting to live in a place they were most comfortable. It made Nari vulnerable when she returned to Merrock, since she had to sort of be her own support system during a time in her life when she needed people the most.

Because even though I wanted Nari to be the epitome of sunshine, I wanted her to decide to be that way. So I kind of messed up her life. Nari attended college, chased her dreams, was really living a good life before it all fell apart with the loss of her husband (I have no inspiration for that, other than my brain occasionally hurting people, apparently?). To me, it felt more organic to have this woman who had the entire world at her feet -- she was good at her job, on track to become someone, something, a name in the fashion world before losing her husband and losing interest in chasing that on a high-end scale, instead returning to Merrock and realizing that she had two choices: wallow forever, or get back up. And she got back up. Because I think we've all been there at some point in our lives. From there, I wanted Nari to do these things with her life that pushed her in a positive, happy direction: become a pilates instructor, work all day in the sunshine with flowers, design gowns and high fashion looks for her friends and fellow Merrockites who needed a look for prom or a gala, or just for going out.

Which isn't to say that she doesn't have her days of crushing sadness. A lot of people who know me know that I'm a pretty private person when it comes to my own life -- so I guess a part of me was inspired by that. Nari's sad. A lot! But she lets herself be sad when she needs to be sad, she mourns the life she didn't get to have, and then she picks herself up and puts on a smile and fakes it until she makes it. Except she actually does make it.

She's a very open, caring, loving person. Whether it be with her friends and family, or the people she chooses to let in openly. Nari doesn't want kids (that's something she got from me), but she is very nurturing. It's why she does so well in a nursery! Although she mostly openly dated men until getting married, she's always been confident in the fact that she enjoys love more than gender, and as she has gotten older, has only grown more and more comfortable with that, and doesn't bother hiding it. The inspiration behind that is just wanting to see more women who are older and comfortable in who they are, sexually as well as personally.

I'm not going to pretend to be a pilates instructor, I have no idea where the idea for that one came from, other than it being something someone like Nari would be into. Positive thinking, a good way to sweat it out, to get into shape while having fun. The flowers, though! That's me. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a plant gal, so it was fun to put that into Nari. To make her work at a nursery and spend all day watering and caring for plants, making arrangements for events and parties... that's a dream. Nari being into fashion was inspired by me liking fashion, of course, but also has a personal tie to my grandmother, who worked as a seamstress for many, many years (she made my mom and all of her sisters' wedding dresses), and how she was so well respected and loved by her community for the work that she did. Nari will never be gram, but she can still do what my gram did for the people she loves.

... oh, Nari did also take my love of cats. She's my cat girl, along with Livvy. Cosmo is also a nod to a cat that wandered onto our property a few years back that we kept until his passing, giving him a home to spend the rest of his years in. I think Nari was inspired by my soft heart, too. We share that.