#New Look pink ribbed sweater

[thestylesplash]

Neon Check Blazer + Style With a Smile Link Up

It’s already late April and the weather continues to be disappointing. I remember in 2020 during the first lockdown we had glorious warm weather. No sunbathing this Spring that’s for sure. This neon check blazer had me reaching for my sunglasses though! There’s no denying that I have a blazer addiction. They are my favourite pieces to look for in charity shops and on resale sites. This neon…

[meadowfics]

first date

cho sang-woo x f!reader

a first date was needed for the both of you, even if it feels like you were with sang-woo for ten years already

warnings: post squid game au, where sang-woo survives and not gihun. age gap relationship, since reader is intended to be between 21yrs-24yrs. sang-woo did not k*ll sae-byeok in this au. angst. reader was in the games too and survived with sang woo, not sure how but anyways... reader is a yapper and sang-woo is a listener.

sang woo arrives at the restaurant first, always one to be punctual.

he sits by the window, back straight, hands resting on the table as he waits for you.

when you walk in, he notices immediately.

you’re wearing a simple ivory colored sweater and blue jeans, looking cozy and effortlessly beautiful.

the older man's lips twitch up slightly, the closest thing to a smile you’ll get from him in public.

you slide into the seat across from him, resting your chin in your palm.

"you got new glasses,"

you point out, eyes twinkling.

he adjusts them slightly, feigning nonchalance.

"my old ones were broken,"

he says, as if that’s the only reason.

he knows that you know.

you were there in the games when he lost those old ones.

you grin.

"i like these. they suit you."

for a second, his ears turn a shade of pink.

he glances away, pretending to focus on the menu.

but you see it. the look.

the soft affection he always tries to hide.

"what are you getting?"

he asks, eyes scanning the menu like it’s a financial report.

you shrug.

"probably something warm. i don’t care as long as it’s good."

"that’s not a real answer," he says, but there’s a teasing lilt in his voice.

"neither was yours,"

you shoot back, making him huff a quiet laugh.

you both order, the conversation flowing naturally.

it always does.

it did during the games.

there’s an understanding between you two, something unspoken yet solid.

"do you ever think about them?"

you ask suddenly, voice soft.

this might not be appropriate during your first dinner with sang-woo as a couple, but you know that you can talk to him about anything.

he knows exactly who you mean. he takes a breath before answering.

"I do."

"gihun would’ve dragged us to some barbecue place instead,"

you muse.

"and he would’ve argued with the owner about the price,"

sang woo adds, lips curling slightly.

you laugh, then sigh.

"and sae-byeok… she would’ve just sat there, barely eating, watching us argue."

there’s a pause. a heaviness settles over you both, the weight of memories pressing against your ribs.

"i wish they were still here,"

you admit.

sang woo nods, fingers tapping lightly against the table.

"me too."

the food arrives, and for a while, the two of you eat in silence.

it’s comfortable.

there’s no need to fill every moment with words.

eventually, you shift the conversation.

"cheol’s doing okay, you know."

sang woo looks up, interest flickering in his eyes.

"yeah?"

"yeah. my mom loves him. she says that he’s… adjusting. still quiet, but he smiles more."

context: your mother adopted sae-byeok's orphan brother. after you promised a dying sae-byeok that cheol would be okay.

sang woo nods thoughtfully.

"that’s good. he deserves a normal life."

"so do we,"

you say, watching him carefully.

he doesn’t respond immediately, but you see the way his jaw tenses.

"normal,"

he murmurs, almost like the word is foreign to him.

you reach across the table, taking his hand.

his fingers are slightly calloused, warm against your softer skin.

he stills for a moment, then gently squeezes your hand in return.

"we’re doing okay,"

you reassure him.

his thumb brushes against your knuckles, absentmindedly.

"we are."

when you finish eating, you don’t leave right away.

you linger, just enjoying each other’s presence.

"it’s kind of funny,"

you say suddenly.

"most people date for a while before moving in together. we’re just jumping straight to it."

he raises an eyebrow.

"you’re the one who suggested it."

you grin.

"I know but you didn’t say no."

he shakes his head, a small, fond look in his eyes.

"of course i didn’t."

you study him for a moment, admiring the way the dim restaurant lighting reflects in his new glasses.

you like looking at him, even if he never quite believes it when you say so.

"you really love me, huh?"

you tease, tilting your head.

he scoffs, but his grip on your hand tightens just slightly.

"what do you think?"

you smirk.

"i think you do. i think you’ve been in love with me for a while now, actually."

since the first game back in that hellhole..

he sighs, shaking his head.

"and here i thought you were shy."

"only when i first met you. now i just like bothering you."

"that much is obvious,"

he mutters, but there’s no real bite to his words.

when the bill comes, he grabs it before you can.

you open your mouth to protest, but he gives you a look.

"just let me do this,"

he says simply.

you shut your mouth.

it’s not worth arguing over, and honestly? you don’t mind.

it’s just another way he shows love...through actions, not words.

as you both step outside, the air is crisp, cool against your skin.

you don’t say anything at first, just standing side by side.

then, suddenly, he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

the touch is fleeting, but it lingers, making your heart skip a beat.

"come on,"

he murmurs, starting to walk.

you follow, smiling softly.

you don’t need anything grand or extravagant.

this...just being with him, knowing he’s yours...is enough.

masterlist

[internet-kid-kenna]

Here are some of my aftg 2006 fashion HCs

- Allison definitely has a hot pink Juicy Couture velour track suit. Like 1000% she does. I literally picture her dressing like Paris Hilton when she's not in exy gear

- Andrew definitely wears Doc Martens. He has the most worn in pair of docs though like they’re the only shoes he wears (other than when he's on the court or at the gym) and he takes good care of the leather tho. He might have multiple pairs but he for sure wears combat boots.

- Neil has the most beat up af pair of vans that like the soles are nearly coming off of. Andrew buys him new shoes but Neil would always pick his trash shoes until Andrew gets so fed up he throws them away.

- Kevin for sure wears like Hollister or Abercrombie & Fitch, tbh he was probably a Hollister model at some point

- Andrew definitely has a black leather jacket, Aaron has a brown one.

- Nicky wears vests over t-shirts, i basically picture him dressing like the Jonas brothers.

- i also think Matt wears vests over t-shirts, like specifically when they go out to a club

- Aaron wears converse. He has them in a couple of colors but i think he'd probably wear like red ones more often than black

- Allison owns a bump-it and she loves it, she teases the shit out of her hair to get it perfect (i think the actual bump it came out in 2008 but i still wanted to include it bc it makes so much sense to me)

- Renee has a pixie cut, like Alice from twilight style (also I know the movies came out after 2006 but just using that iconic style for reference)

- as much as i want to picture Andrew with a middle part and longer hair, I think he keeps it pretty short and gels it, however Aaron for sure has the like Bieber side swept bang look going on.

- Dan wears like jeans and a zip up hoodie usually, her jeans definitely have the like embellished designs on the back pockets though

- Dan also wears capris and V-necks with tank tops underneath

- Seth wears like Ed Hardy T-shirts, I think Andrew owns at least one in black, but Seth is like chains and baggy jeans and Ed hardy t-shirts for sure

- Renee wears jeans under dresses, but she looks cute in it

- Renee also wears those like knee length skirts and cropped cardigans with cap sleeves.

- Wymack wears Polos w/ cargo shorts and flip flops

- Abby definitely always has a contrasting color tank top under a long sleeve v-neck and boot cut jeans

- Allison owns several mini skirts that are about as wide as a belt and in fact owns belts that are wider than some of her skirts

- when Dan goes clubbing she also wears mini skirts though, but like Allison will wear one to class if she feels like it

- Dan owns several pairs of gold hoops and is usually wearing them even if she's dressed fairly casually

- Matt has worn a tie with a tshirt before, he also has one of those like army green shirts with the lapels and too many pockets.

- Matt wears a sweater vest when he has to dress nicely though

- Neil owns the baggiest Jeans on the planet and probably keeps them up with a shoe lace instead of a belt, the hems of them are shredded bc he's short but any rips are patched up

- Andrew definitely wears black ripped skinny jeans all the time, but specifically the ones that have the like ribbed black fabric underneath the rips, the rips are purely aesthetic.

- Andrew wears silver jewelry if he wears any, but Aaron wears gold if he wears any

- any formal wear by the guys includes a skinny tie

Like fashion in 2006 is such a fun backdrop for these characters. I can't stop thinking about it

[dreamgrlarchive]

current wardrobe shopping list 💻💕💵:

around this time of year i always like making clothing wishlists for the fall and winter, and my wardrobe naturally shifts for the spring and summer. i always seem to slightly tweak my personal look around this time of year to make sure my wardrobe is true to me! prissy girl 4 life! 💓🍰

tops:

lace bandeaus for layering, feather trimmed button down tops, knitted fuzzy fitted tops, fur trimmed half jackets and crop tops, rhinestone lettered shirts, victoria’s secret off shoulder sweaters, lace camis, off shoulder knitted tops in my color palette, satin button downs, sheer tops, lululemon strawberry milkshake define jacket, fur collar leather jacket, oversized sweaters in pink and black, basic neutral long sleeved cotton tops

bottoms:

microscopic boy shorts with cute details, leather mini skirt, tartan plaid mini skirt, fold over yoga pants, lace trimmed skirt, miss me embellished skinny jeans, denim pleated skirt, houndstooth mini skirt, leather flare pants, fur/feather skirt

dresses + etc.:

ribbed knit bodysuit, pink and black rompers for layering, cotton bodysuits in my color palette, rhinestone skims dresses, hidden cult distressed pink halter dress, skims slip dresses, knit bodysuits, i am gia tracksuits in black and pink, pink jacket and legging set, solid black leggings, gray leggings, pink body by tracy set, black and pink fine girl set, new pink workout set

accessories:

knitted knee high socks, sheer socks, fuzzy beret, baby phat belt, fur headbands, fuzzy leg warmers, lace tights, diamond hair clips

jewelry:

anklets, new pandora charms, body chains, bling nostril hoops, bow ring and necklace, tiara charm bracelet and necklace, diamond encrusted hoops, tiffany toggle choker, dainty tennis bracelets, new cute belly rings

purses:

medium ballerina telfar, hello kitty wallet, heaven sent leopard print wallet, tory burch ella tote, juicy couture wristlet, louis vuitton speedy 30, rhinestone encrusted purse, feather satchel, hello kitty purse, pink puffer tote, victoria’s secret glitter tote, burberry satchel, ruffled pink purse, juicy couture 2022 bowler bag

shoes:

fuzzy boots in pink and gray, black kitten heels, pink closed toe pumps, jelly platform sandals, white fur bearpaw boots, y.r.u. qrystal pink platforms, juicy couture fur slides, total temptress heels, sequin uggs, pink fur platform sandals, sherpa lined pink crocs, sparkly heels, strappy heels, mary janes

[thehomophobe]

Damn it! Why did this have to happen?!

Your crumpled form wriggled in pain. The fires slowly die down, leaving ashes and darkness. That explosion nearly killed you. Aw, you wished it did; you wouldn't be in pain while those lunatics run around. You tried crawling your way from the facility. Soot choked your lungs, making it harder to breathe. Pieces of shrapnel scratched your skin. Your blood smeared the ground. Everything hurt like hell. Your ribs were definitely broken; had it not been for the cushions you landed, you would've broken your spine.

"C'mon c'mon!" You panicked, "I have to get out of here before they catch me." Your mind shouts, but your body doesn't listen.

Those damn idiots! A simple mission turned into a complete fiasco because of them. Someone thought it would be a bright idea to let an arcanist with an explosive epithet come infiltrate a firearms facility. You ground your teeth. Damn them. Damn them all!

You kept fighting, trying to survive. Prison is the last place you want to be. You rather bleed to death than suffer from a lethal injection. C'mon (Y/N), push. Push harder!

"RRrrrhh.." New wounds were starting to form, blooming onto your skin. The blood trail spread in a perfect road of red. They'll find you. And they'll bring you to the Prison of Radical Arcanists. And the chief would sentence you to your death.

And you'll never fulfill his promise.

"Soren...I'm...sorry..."

The colors started to fade. Everything started to turn hazy and gray. You couldn't feel your legs. Your arms. Your aching back and your sore throat. Every breath cut you like daggers until you couldn't feel yourself inhale anything. Your eyes close in defeat.

"hey..."

"hey...get up..."

"...hello?"

"hello...?"

"wake up!"

"WAKE UP!!!"

You jolt awake. Jeez... whoever was yelling did NOT help with the ringing in your ears. A pounding migraine emerges with your awakening; shit... Your eyes scan the room—the outside area where you are currently lying. Nothing but hard, smooth concrete with occasional patches of grass. Neat shrubs and bushes line the edges of a metal fence. Flowers and vegetables bloom peacefully. A pond with a bubbling waterfall adds serenity to the lot. However, your view is obstructed by a group of people. Expressions of anger, curiosity, and neutrality are present among the group. With you in a kneeling position, everyone stands tall and imposing around you. By your side is a soldier clad in grays and whites. His face is covered by a metal mask with a single thin line that emits a flickering light of emotion.

"Stay down, criminal." The soldier ordered as a heavy hand clutched the back of your head. Once again, your face hits the pavement.

"Hey don't hurt them! They're already bruised enough." Said one woman; the shortest-looking one in pink. Her hair was pure white in a long bob. Hands on her hips made the chain link of candy hearts jingle. Animal print leg warmers, mismatched jewelry, chunky boots with a delicate skirt and sweater, purple eyes with wilted light brows, clearly she's more concerned about your wellbeing than anything.

Unlike the brolick guy next to her.

A rich brown like western coneflowers, the man's form was revealed to the world. All that lies are green jumpsuit pants and combat boots covering his lower half. The rest of the jumpsuit was tied to his waist. Star-shaped sunglasses perched on his head as red eyes stared daggers at you. The guy fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth. "What's the point? We're gonna kill 'em anyways." He rumbled.

"Make it quick. I still have work to do." A woman of smoky quartz growled. She's taller than the other one but shorter than the guy. Arms crossed over a red sports bra. A leather jacket studded with silver spikes and buttons covered her shoulders. Ripped black jean shorts had equally ripped fishnet stockings underneath. She too had defined muscles, which seemed to flex with annoyance. Wild silver hair was contained in a ponytail except for a kinky green strand. Despite all that, she wore heavy makeup. Golden yellow eyes pierced through your soul as if they cut it to shreds.

Standing fearfully with a bit lip, an incredibly tall guy shuffled his feet. He looked like he wanted to protest, but he was afraid to get scolded by his peers. As said before, the guy was tall and lithe. The red balloon pants he was wearing only acted as a distraction. The rest of the outfit consisted of a yellow vest with a golden sun brooch shining in the light over a white collared shirt, blood-red gloves stopping at his arms, and shin-high boots with crooked ends. A red stewardess's hat was tilted over short blonde hair. Through his blue eyes and pale freckled face laid worries.

Next to him stood an equally lithe man. His face appeared incredibly gaunt with a deathly pallor, resembling a ghost or an overworked employee. Navy blue bangs fell in curtains over his eyes while the rest spilled over his clothes. A billowing cloak enveloped his entire body, making him seem more burly than he likely is. Not even his arms or legs are visible, just a mass of deep blues and inky blacks. Through the thin strands of his hair, he glares daggers at your form with blood-red eyes. "Pathetic" was the insult that his face conveyed to you.

"Calm down everyone. We shall make this trial brief for everyone's sake." A calming voice soothes the tension rising in the plot, yet from where you lay you couldn't find the source. It sounded commanding despite the tone, like a father lecturing his children. You tried squirming around but the soldier hovering over you halted your "attempted escape".

"Oi! Quit it you! The leader of the Glam League is speaking. Show some respect!"

"That's enough soldier." The calm voice demanded. The silver soldier obeyed by removing his elbow from your spine and directing you to the voice. Walking along the paved lot, a burly man with a large pilot jacket stretched down to his ankles, sashaying at the ends with each step. A simple but decorous lieutenant uniform with woolen combat boots was his attire for this trial, yet the little stuffed teddy bear linked to his breast pocket made the outfit a little informal. You looked into the calming blue eyes of the commander; you felt safe in them, like a warm hug from a parent. Only if you were born into a different life should you experience that feeling, otherwise, it was a fantasy to you. The commander stopped at the side of his comrades; they all still looked to him for further orders. Their leader hummed, rubbing the scruff of his beard hair as he eyed you.

"So you are the infamous Apprititionist." He stated, "We've heard much about you."

You clicked your teeth. "What do ya wanna know?"

"Ah, but that's your job."

A groan can be heard from one of the members, the coneflower man. "Quit flirting an' let's get this over with." He cracks his knuckles, "I say we kill 'em." His verdict made the shortest girl and the blonde flinch. The silver-haired woman scoffs in disdain.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm with Monty on this."

"You two are heartless!" Argued the blonde with a hand clutching his aching heart. "Let's at least give him a chance to prove his innocence. He's human, just like us. We shouldn't sentence him yet." The blonde looked at you with a soft gaze and a bright smile. Clearly, this guy has no idea what you've done in the past. And it isn't as simple as robbery. You've gotten yourself knee-deep in filth and blood crusted permanently inside your fingernails. You've killed a man once or twice or dozens of times. It's true what the headlines say: "The Apprititionist, a sociopath, an anarchist, an icon for all arcanist." Many people worship you, as many people fear you and hate you as well. But sometimes, one's man terrorist is another man's freedom fighter; who's to say you're not doing this for you alone? And him. Him too.

"Sun, do you even know what you're talking about? This is the same guy who implanted black smog grenades underneath a hospital." Said the dark sorcerer next to the blonde.

"Still, Moon, this is a trial. Everyone deserves one last chance." The blonde---Sun---smiled at his darker twin. Moon---the sorcerer--glares at his counterpart.

"And a chance is what we'll give him." The burly leader waved a palm to the soldier. The tin man allowed you to rise from the hard pavement to observe the temporary judge properly. "Now before we begin, tell us your name."

"The Apprititionist." You snickered. As if you tell this guy your real name.

"Now, if you keep jesting like this, our judgment may not be as lenient as you would like." The leader chastised like a parent. Too much like a parent. It was starting to get irritating.

"Shut it, fuckwad."

"Oi! That's enough from you." The soldier was ready to knock you out again, but the leader halted the attempted violence. His patience was ungodly, a little scary in your head.

"Violence isn't going to fix things. As this is a trial, we should remain civil and mannerly. From both sides." The leader's blue eyes lowered towards you. They almost looked...sultry. Almost attractive. Now that you mention it, he's sexy as hell. The burliness and brawn of his stature, the way he moves, the sound of his voice...God damn was he fine.

Wait wait wait wait, you can't be thinking about this right now. Your head is on the chopping block.

"Let's start things over." The man clears his throat. "My name is Fredrich Fazuras, the leader of the Glam League." A hand was placed on his chest in chivalry. "And these are my favorable comrades." He gestures to the five other members.

"Chica Satoshi." The short girl waves at you cheerfully like you're the new neighbor from down the road.

"Hi ya! You're a lot shorter in person than I thought." Gee thanks, little bitch.

"Montgomery Blackman." The coneflower man only gruffed at you. You can't blame him, his leader turned this trial into an employee interview.

"Roxanne Willowclaw." The silver-haired woman glared at you.

"Raymond "Sun" Celeste." The blonde smiled and waved.

"And Wayne "Moon" Celeste." The navy-haired man grimaced even more.

"Wow, you guys are a colorful bunch, " you quipped. The soldier hit you on the back of the head. You weren't wrong, though. It seemed everyone had a theme. Fredrich's cool blue eyes looked at you again.

"Go on now, tell us your name." He cooed.

"Why'd you need my name so bad?"

"For your grave once we execute you." Moon---Wayne---said bluntly. His brother gasped and scolded at his unnecessary reaction. Honestly, now that you look at it, he's got a nice face. A nice, punchable face. A really nice...really handsome...punchable face...You're spiraling again (Y/N), get a fucking grip!

"Are we gonna begin the trial or what?!" Said Roxanne.

"Settle down, Roxy. We will begin the trial now," Fredrich said calmly. "Today, the Apprititionist is on trial for numerous crimes against the Federal Arcanum Agency and the human government, including larceny, arson, embezzlement, identity fraud, and, of course, murder." That sounds about right. "While the Supreme Court might give you a more authoritarian trial, we will be lenient with you since you are one of our own," Fredrich concluded his opening speech. "The evidence will be presented shortly."

Suddenly, as if summoned by a wave of his hand, another tin soldier humped over with files in hand. And damn, was it thick. Shit... did you really do that much in the past six months? The leader spread the workload among his peers, scanning through the evidence they had somehow collected while you were off the grid for most of the time. As you watch the members sift through the files, exposing the horrible crimes you've committed, you can't help but gulp. A cold sweat trickles down your skin, slowly falling from your temple to your cheek.

Get your shit together man! A mantra you always shout at yourself to man up. For fuck's sake, get a grip. Your head is on the chopping block, and it doesn't matter that all these guys are kinda hot. Just...stay calm. Everything is gonna be fine. That's what you always said to Soren.

"Illegal arms dealing, racketeering, jaywalking?!" Sun gasped in distress. God this guy was annoying...it didn't help that his expressions were so cute though.

"Shit man, you blew up half of a hospital?" Montgomery raised a brow at you.

"Should've blown up the whole building," Moon stated, earning him a smack upside the head from his brother. You started to wonder what side he was on.

"OK, clearly this guy's a sociopath." Roxanne declared. "Which means he's guilty, so we should kill him."

"Hold on! I didn't give my side of the story yet!" You shouted. You had enough of these so-called authority belittling you without giving you a chance to speak. You gritted your teeth; damn oppressors!

"Fine then, explain why bombing half a hospital is considered good?" Montgomery hissed.

"Ever heard of the Stillclaw? Turns out his visit wasn't for his checkup. That jackass tried to kill the mayor's daughter after her car crash. I was only trying to save her."

"You know you could've taken less drastic measures," Sun advised. "There are better ways to save others than blowing places to smithereens." You rolled your eyes; if only it were that easy. Nowadays, humans are giving you a bad name. You've been abused, mocked and ridiculed by them, all because you're different. That you were born with Arcanum. And not them. In their eyes, an act of fairness was in order, but of course, some people like to take their own drastic ways to even the playing field. The media, the press, the riots and raids. All to find a way to kick you guys out. Some arcanists, like Stillclaw, took the enmity and made himself a villain. While others, like yourself, had tried to erase those lies from the world. But it only made matters worse.

"Look, I might be the bad guy to you all, but I'm just trying to prove a point. You've seen the news: "Wild Arcanists on the Loose. Chaos Roams Through the Streets as They Run About. Human Government Tries to Punish These Lunatics for Their Crimes." I don't know how close you all are to the government, or humans for that matter, but I'm sure, as arcanists, you understand how damaging this looks for us. Our image is being destroyed here, and I'm trying to fix it." You furrowed your brow. "You could kill me if you want, but it won't make you any better than them."

"Spare us the ultimatum. You just said the image of arcanists is being destroyed right? What makes you think you're doing any good? If any, you're making things worse trying to be a hero." Roxanne spat. "It's better if your ugly face was wiped off the planet than them."

"So you think killing uncontrollable arcanists is going to fix things faster? Sheesh, I didn't know you guys hated our kind. I thought you were freedom fighters, not the secret police."

The members' eyes widen at your comment. You know you're right; seeing as these guys are local freedom fighters, they must agree with you. You could hear Fredrich hum, a deep bellowing noise emitted from the burly man.

"You calling us traitors, dickhead?!" Montgomery stomped towards you. Your shit-eating grin fell as he scowled at you. A kick to the face led you to the ground. He kicked your jaw before stomping against your right ear. More hot blood fell from your face. You could feel your jaw shift back and your teeth stinging with pain.

"Monty!"

"Yeah, get his ass!"

The man kept pummeling you to submission; your blood spat around the pavement. You would've used your arcane skill if it was for the cuffs."Monty, that's enough!" Once again, you were saved by Fredrich's command. Monty stopped his curb-stomping, clicking his teeth before spitting on you. "Perhaps...he has a point."

"WHAT?!"

"Freddy, are you serious?!"

"You want to keep a criminal alive?!

"Settle down everyone. I have my reasons." The burly man calmed his peers. "What this arcanist may or may not have done is deemed unethical and immoral, as it breaks the social contract, but he is right; this execution would only prove their point. Our kind are not monsters or rabid animals."

"The press says otherwise." Moon hissed.

"While the news may be run by humans, there are other, arcanist-led media derivatives, besides UTTU. And it does seem to give arcanists a sense of acceptance in this world. We've been interviewed and reported countless times. The Glam League has become a symbol of hope among our kind and a sign of change among humans. Chica, you've seen our friends from the downtown district."

"Oh yeah, Donna and Mrs. Cherryvine. And the triplets from down the road." Chica's eyes lit up.

"Yes, all of them." Fredrich smiled. "And there's more of them out there, fighting and celebrating us."

"Alright alright we get it, not everybody hates us. That still doesn't prove this guy innocent." Monty huffed. "Who's to say he's not gonna blow this place up?"

"Which is why I suggest instead of an execution," Fredrich turned to you, "we should hire you, Apprititionist."

"Hire? ME?" You bug-eyed. It ain't an execution, but you didn't feel like getting a job today. You always worked better alone in an open setting where no one oppresses or suppresses you as some bosses do. It's exactly why you couldn't get a job; living in a dingy apartment isn't that bad though. You're friends with the landlord, meaning you get free access to a small studio apartment filled with black mold and a free pet rat named Harriet. Your job was freedom fighter and activist. Not corporate arcanist for hire. "Sorry Fredbear, but I ain't for hire. I'm a free man, not a money-hunger bum."

"Oh, I know. You seemed like someone who wouldn't be here for the money. I believe an example of a transformed arcanist would help promote our cause."

"If you wanted an ad, buy a billboard. They're just them anywhere nowadays."

Fredrich only chuckled at your quip. "Well then, I guess we'll let you go then. I'll go on and have someone dismantle the room we built for you. It would be such a waste though."

Your eye twitched. Damn it...Well, guess a...free place to stay with food and running water ain't so bad. "All I gotta do is be nice an' shit?" You clicked your teeth. "Fine by me."

"Excellent." Fredrich smiled before heading inside the building. Before you continue to follow him, he stops and turns back to you. "Welcome, (Y/N) (L/N), to the Glam League Headquarters.

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @whatsintheboxmh @strandnreyes @thisbuildinghasfeelings 🧡💛

Chapter 7: A Boy's Best Friend of Where All This Love Comes From is up on ao3 - so this is some TK and Owen from Chapter 8: Your Heart, As if It Was My Very Own - coming Sunday. Really looking forward to sharing!

“I let you go to Mike’s Superbowl party on one condition,” Owen says, heaving himself out of the chair. “No substances. And you promised.”

“I didn’t, I didn’t.” TK smiles and nudges Owen’s chest. “I’m just tired. I need to go to bed.”

“TK. Look at me.”

“Noooo I’m fine.”

“TK!” Owen grabs TK by his backpack. TK struggles and jerks his arms around until his backpack and coat come away in Owen’s hands. Owen lets both items clatter to the floor – and when the bag smacks the floorboards, there’s a strange buzzing sound.

“What’s that?” Owen asks.

“I don’t know,” TK says quickly, launching for the backpack at the same time as Owen – his blood running cold when he sees the black canvas undulating.

The Oxy has dulled his reaction times. Owen snatches the bag and unzips.

There it all is. A half-eaten Hershey bar. A green tube containing pills (opened). A strip of ribbed condoms (eleven serrated squares out of twelve). And a pink vibrator that is accidentally vibrating and thrusting at its highest setting.

Owen takes the vibrator out of the bag, stares at it moving in his hand like a living thing, and then switches it off with some difficulty.

“I can explain,” TK says once the room falls blessedly quiet but for street noise below.

Owen looks at the vibrator, looks at TK, looks at the vibrator. Looks at TK. “Did you get this the same place you got that?” he nods at the New York University hoodie that TK stole from Mike when Mike wasn’t looking. He put it on over his sweater and under his coat for extra warmth, which he thought was sensible. “Same place you got the pills?”

“And the chocolate bar,” TK admits. “Look–”

“You told me you were going to Mike’s, and you went to fucking New York University and came home with Oxy and a sex toy?”

“Like I said. I can explain,” TK says, even though explaining would mean repeating everything Owen just said. Because that is what happened.

“This is going in the trash. All of it.” Owen stomps away to the kitchen with TK in wobbly pursuit.

“No! I should be allowed to have that,” TK cries, more fussed about the vibrator than the pills at this point, because he had grand plans.

Owen pulls the garbage can out of its hideaway cupboard and dumps the condoms and vibrator into the sack – the vibrator springing to life again among egg shells and scrapped leftovers. Owen stares at TK seriously. Holding eye contact, he shuts the garbage can away while the vibrator carries on singing, slightly muffled. It will keep going until the battery dies.

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The World You See | Prologue | Hoseok | BTS OT7 x Reader Fanfiction

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CONTENT WARNING

This story has explicit descriptions of death, drug use, alcohol use, addiction, sex, language, mental illness, suicide, and other possibly triggering content.

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ABOUT

Genre ☆ Fantasy / Romance (Fanfiction)

Rating ☆ Mature (18+ Minors DNI)

Pairing ☆ BTS OT7 x Reader

Story Type ☆ Angel BTS (AU)

SUMMARY

You've always seen the world a bit differently than others. It was like your magic power. And maybe that was why only you could see the lights that night. The big, astronomical explosion of lights that rained down to earth in colors you had never known to have existed until now. Little did you know about a divine destiny beyond your wildest dreams, and seven angelic beings brought down from heaven to guide you.

Apparently, the world is ending, and they're convinced that you're the one to save it. All you have to do, is figure out how.

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Seoul was extraordinarily cold for an early-spring night. 

A bitter sort of chill, one that called for sweaters, hats and for some, a warm coat. The perfect type of night to stay in doors, safe and cozy, curling up on the couch with a steaming cup of tea. A great book in hand, or perhaps a Netflix session to start off a weekend binge.

At least, that appealed to some people.

For others, it was never too cold to live it up--throw on a cute fit and assemble the squad. No matter how low the temperature dropped, the active city at no time neglected a vibrant nightlife. Neon lights illuminated the ground, bleeding saturated colors, and the black pavement glittered as club-goers and bar-hoppers bustled from place to place.

Just as those whom braved the weather, stilettos clacking and hair done-up, someone else had been promised a good time that night.

The time of his life.

One of grandeur and refinement, at the top of the classiest hotel. Where old money mingled with new money, striking deals as they utilized charisma like a weapon--guns loaded, waiting for the right moment to strike. Not ever really enjoying the company of each other, though feigning pleasantries for the sake of the game. The salacious game of shameless business, be it for power, money or love.

And tonight, many had gathered to play. Dressed in the finest attire, their sparkling bodies circled and flirted, sipping on champagne with painted lips and fake smiles. Dazzling, beautiful people, fat with riches, Botox and high societal respect. The creme-de-la-creme.

How ignorant they were.

How oblivious.

Such egocentric, vapid humans, so self involved that they'd hardly noticed the absence of the man whom they came for in the first place.

This was his night. His party. Recognition for all the sweat and tears he'd spilled vying for a spot within their good graces. Validation, that his professional enslavement was all gearing for a brighter future. Oh, the butts he kissed, the demands he dealt with.

The sacrifices he made.

He should be drunk as fuck, enjoying the food, befriending the one percent, charming some women and busting out his sick dance moves. His time had come.He'd finally made it.

So why?

Why, instead, did Jung Hoseok find the tops of his leather-shoed feet dangled off the hotel roof,  dangerously toying with a fatal descent? 

More importantly, why did he look so...

broken?

Tears streaming, wet and snotty, the tall, elegant man appeared as if the seams to his existence had torn apart. Like his insides were barely contained, spilling from all sides, as he clutched his rib cage desperately. Sniffing, chocking down sobs.

The icy winds whipped violently, staining his skin with raw, pink stripes and the coattails of his black Armani tux flapped like flags at mast.

'Ding' A chime alerted from his suit pocket.

Hoseok's weight teetered unsteadily, grimacing, the sound clearly distraught him. "You've won!" He thought, "Just leave me alone!"

'Ding, ding' It chimed again. Determined.

Hoseok swallowed thickly.

Fishing around in his tux, the man pulled out his phone and looked down at the Kakao Talk ID that popped up on the screen. JustYourPrince had sent him a new attachment. His heart dropped, anxious as he opened it, eyes swiping the image with speed. A strangled groan ripped from his throat.

It was a picture of a blind-folded woman. She was tied up and gagged with a gun pointed at her temple. Her long, black locks abnormally messed, and it had been clear by her bloodied lip that she'd put up a fight. Tears of recognition welled in Hoseok's eyes.

'Tick, tock.' The message below spelled out.

An anguished look distorted delicate features, as Hoseok threw his head to the sky, searching for a sign, praying that God had a sick sense of humor. This wasn't really happening. This couldn't actually be happening.

Not to him.

Not to her.

'Ding'

'Ding'

'Ding'

"I can't take it anymore! Ok? I'll do it! I'll do it, I said! So please, just stop!"

The man didn't want to jump.

He had to jump.

That is to say, there didn't seem to be an alternative option. If Hoseok didn't do what they'd asked, she was going to pay the price for it.

'Friday at midnight. If you don't do it by then, she'll suffer the consequences of your actions, Mr. Jung.' That's what they told him.

It was Friday.

Time was running out.

Looking down, the man's stomach lurched. Woozy from the vertigo, he blinked through the blur, palms sweaty, nails digging, as he gauged the height of the drop. Must be at least twenty stories. The hundreds of bodies below resembled dots amidst the glow of building lights. For a moment, he envied those dots. So insignificant--free to exist in peace, camouflaged by the vastness of society.

'Dong--' 'Dong--'  rang the clock-tower bells a few blocks over, a final countdown initiating.

11:59 p.m.

A singular tear dripped off his nose and fell to the streets below. Hoseok sucked in a breath as he watched it vanish from sight, holding in air then relinquishing it all at once. Trembling.

Anticipating.

Wondering, how everything spun so far out of control? It wasn't supposed to be like this. The man's life was in mere adolescence, opportunities just started knocking at his door. He'd worked so hard fortoo long, only to at last receive his reward--and now that reward was being snatched from his grasp. Cruelly. Evilly. The sweet taste of success, drowned by the bitterness of his misfortune.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair at all, but Hoseok couldn't let her suffer. Not for something that was his responsibility in the first place. He refused to allow another person he loved foot his bill, because the last time, it had ended badly.  No one was meant to get hurt, but a dangerous game had been played--against an even more formidable foe. One whom he'd sorely miscalculated, and that had been his first grave mistake.

'Dong--'

His second was his naivety.

'Dong--'

His third was his negligence.

'Dong--'

Maybe this was karma--

'Dong--'

--reaping what he sowed.

'Dong--'

As the last bell tolled, Hoseok shut his eyes tight, collecting his wits. Carefully, he turned his back from the ledge, unwilling to witness full force his death to the ground beneath. He'd rather face the sky, instead. That way, he'd be less afraid. 

The wind shoved at his chest, demanding and hostile, as if it'd grown impatient, reminding the man of the urgency.

'At midnight.' It whispered.'Tick, tok.'

Hoseok told the wind to kindly, fuck off.

Let him go on his own terms.

Let him go with dignity.

Composed.

Mind clear.

Deep breath.

And then he went, tipping himself over the ledge. 

Air rushed his descending person, as gravity dragged him down. Faster and faster, the feeling unlike any he'd experienced before. Adrenaline juiced through his veins like a drug, blood pumping at a frightening speed. It was almost... exciting--fun even, if not for the end Hoseok knew awaited him.

Soon, he would be nothing more than a splattered lump on concrete. An eyesore for pedestrians, and a burden for the poor soul tasked with scrapping his guts off the sidewalk. It'd be quick, though, he was thankful for that.

At least this way, he could free himself.

Free them both.

The thought brought him some comfort.

Then, out of nowhere, a blinding light intrigued Hoseok's eyes to open. He gasped, enthralled by what he saw. Beautiful and terrifying all at once, the indescribable hues of colors gave chase to his falling form. Illuminated beams extended out, weaving and streaking the stratosphere like arms to catch him before he hit the ground below.

Stretching out as far as he could, Hoseok yearned to touch it, curious to learn its texture. Time seemed to slow. Dark hair kissed his cheeks gently, fluttering, as he wondered what something so pretty even felt like? Was it cold? Or did it burn? Sting? Tingle? Drench?

Since he was going to die regardless, it'd be nice to die knowing something like that. Maybe then, the idea of his life cut short wouldn't be so bad, so tragic.

Maybe then, he'd have some hope.

As though his request had been heard, the light sped faster, until suddenly his fingertips grazed the surface. Sizzling. An electrifying current blew through his veins, hot and freezing all at the same time. Flesh quivering, pleasured by the exotic sensation, Hoseok's lips parted in a blissful grin. 

Because now he knew.

He knew everything.

Completely at peace and with an accepting look in his eye, the man gave himself over to the light. Permitting his body to be consumed within its glow, before he came crashing down on the sidewalk beneath. 

The midnight bell concluded, marking the arrival of a new day. 0:00 a.m.

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Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

11: That Was a Real Rib-Tickler

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Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take much to persuade Papyrus into letting a human stay with them and NOT report you to Undyne. He had an internal battle with himself about lying, but after explaining your situation a bit, and saying how you just want to live peacefully, he gave in pretty quickly.

Papyrus is sympathetic to your situation (specifically how there’s a crazy monster who really wants your soul), and even volunteered to clean out the Capture Zone so you’d have somewhere to sleep!

Sans then had to stop his brother because no, you cannot sleep in the garage (if you told Toriel… oof, there’s no telling how she’d react). Instead, you can just crash on their couch.

WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA!

And so it’s the next day after talking to Toriel, and Sans will be returning with you in time for dinner! Their new… roommate? Papyrus is so excited! In fact, while Sans is going to get you, Papyrus will take this time to make you some spaghetti as a great welcome!

…

That’ll be a great surprise for sure.

In all honesty, Sans is a little nervous to meet you. Toriel said you’re nice, but the way Toriel basically threatened him yesterday… It’s like you’re her little princess or something. Sans actually has to watch out for you because if he doesn’t, there’s a real chance you’ll snitch him out. How inconvenient. But if this is what he needs to get to know the new human and determine if you’re a real threat or not, then he’ll just have to deal with it.

Sans is out of range of the camera’s lense that’s hidden in the bush that’s by the Ruin doors. He’s gotta find a way to hide you from it without it being suspicious. From what he knows, it doesn’t have a mic, so that’s one problem out of the way. He could just… He can just stand in front of it with his back turned towards it?

Creeaak…!

The doors slowly push open, so Sans hurries (not really) to move in front of the bush, putting his hands in his sweater’s pockets.

“Goddamn…!” A female voice grunts from effort on the other side of the doors, “These doors are so fucking heavy, what the fuck?!”

…???

Sans debates if he should help you or not, but he kinda wants to see where this goes. The doors are hard to push open because of the snow getting caught in the bottom. It doesn't seem like you're entirely aware of that though.

“Hooooh, my fuck!” The door opens more, revealing [h/c] hair, “Okay, I know I’m not weak, this is so embarrassing…!”

…Okay, he’ll admit that was funny. You know what will be funnier, though?

Oh so casually, Sans uses a bit of magic to swing open the doors.

”WAHH!!!”

A body falls to the ground, getting a face full of snow. A suitcase was still in the Ruins behind you. While you’re busy eating shit, Sans pulls your suitcase so he can close the doors. He looks down at you, holding back a snicker.

Well, you look like a princess with that dress of yours, but he probably shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. With a soft whine, you push yourself up with your hand while the other goes to wipe the snow off your face. Then, you tense up. Slowly, you turn your head to look at his feet. Gradually, your eyes and head travel up until you two finally make eye contact.

You blink, “I… Hello.”

Sans gives you a wink, “welcome to the underground. how was the fall?”

Naur…

He said it…

He said the thing…

That had so many layers with that one line alone.

You put a hand over your mouth, your eyes begin to water from holding back laughter.

“Hey, man.” You squeak, a giggle almost escaping, “It was alright, I-I had better…”

“…you okay?”

You nod, taking a deep breath while standing up, “Yeah, I just—It’s been a long day. Ahem.”

You wipe off the snow from your dress, but give up immediately. ”Anyway, you must be the friend I heard a lot about, right?” You put out your right hand, “I’m [Y/n]. [Y/n] the Human. It’s great to meet you…?”

Sans takes your hand into his pink gloved one-

PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT…!!!

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…” You pinch the bridge of your nose with your other hand, not bothering to hide your wide smile, “…I’d give that… a six out of ten.”

Sans barely holds back a snort, “did you just rate my whoopee cushion fart?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it was really good!  But I didn’t feel like it came from the soul, you know? I think it can do better next time.”

Nothing could have prepared him for you rating his fake fart as a first interaction. And…. And such a low score, too!

“i guess i should think about investing in better whoopee cushions,” Sans finally lets go of your hand, “anyway, i’m sans. san the skeleton.”

“Ah, Sans the Comic,” You give him an obvious once-over, “A skeleton monster, though? Gee, I couldn’t tell.”

Sans is… not what you were expecting, yet at the same time, you could’ve guessed it’s how he looked in person. His head is an actual skull, not just that funny little round face he has in the game. Though that’s not to say he ISN’T round–a lot of his sharp edges are, well, not very sharp. His teeth are somehow in a permanent, cheeky smile and his white pupils are just eye-lights, you assume, he summons with magic.

He’s also not as… thick as you’re used to seeing in fanart. You suppose it makes sense since he’s a whole fucking skeleoton, but he somehow has that fluffy vibe to him as well. He’s also taller than you were expecting. Toriel said that monsters are just naturally bigger than humans, and it proves now since Sans looks to be about… what, 5’ 5 (165cm)?

You noticed that when he talks, his mouth (mouth? Teeth? Whatever) isn’t moving.

How spooky.

His voice kind of reminds you of… what’s that Youtuber’s name? Moist Critikal?

“How are you doing that?” You decide to just ask, motioning to your own lips, “You’re talking but your mouth isn’t moving.”

“that’s the cool thing about magic, we can get away with a lot of things that we normally can’t,” He tilts his head up, showing off his neck that’s hidden behind that turtleneck, “i don’t got a voice box, but my magic is my voice.”

“Oh, shit. That’s actually cool,” You shake your head, “Sorry, we’re getting off track. I’ll just be honest, I’m a little nervous about this, especially because I don’t know you. But I hope we can get along anyway and over time, we can become friends. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Caught off guard, Sans blinks at your bluntness. Straight out the gate you tell him that you don’t fully trust him, but still share that you hope that you two can be friends eventually. Your body language certainly showed you were nervous right now. Shifting from one foot to the other, avoiding eye contact, your awkward smile.

“what? you mean you’re scared to be in a dark, spooky cavern with monsters crawling around?” He offers you a wink, “i promised toriel that i’d take good care of you, so that’s what i’m gonna do.”

You tense up. Toriel never mentioned that she told Sans her name. And he’s “not supposed to know” until the very end either. You can also pinpoint the moment Sans realizes his mistake. Unfortunately, you’re a little shit and don’t let him get away with it.

”How did you know her name, bone boy?” You smile slightly, raising an eyebrow.

”heh. so she told you about that too, huh?” Sorry, Napstablook. “i’ve seen a ghost go through the door a lot lately. when i asked him about it, he told me why.”

“Ahhh,” You nod in understanding. “So, you already knew about me before Toriel told you anything. What’s the verdict then?”

Well… You don’t sound upset.

“what do you mean?”

“That ghost, Napstablook, he must’ve told you more than just Toriel’s name and that I existed, right?” You ask, “He’s a great friend, you know. Did he tell you anything else about me?”

“nothing else but praise,” Sans gives you the side eye, “so, what? am in trouble now?”

“Pfft—For what, dude?” You chuckle and shake your head, “You’ve mistaken me for someone who gives a shit about my friends talking about me. Unless Blooky was talking shit, I don’t really care.”

Oh.

So, you’re actually more carefree than he thought. So far… you’re nearly everything as Napstablook (and Toriel) described you. You’ve shown a funny side already, you’ve been pretty polite, and you’re showing good signs of integrity. You’re kind of cheeky and a tease, but it’s not entirely unpleasant.

Sans is just… waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You look around for your suitcase, glad to see it’s right behind you. You went to grab it, but the skeleton put a hand up to stop you. Huh. He’s wearing pink mittens that match his slippers, how cute!

“i can get that for you. i even know a shortcut to get it back to my place ahead of us.”

Ah, his little tricks that go semi-unexplained in the game. You didn’t think he’d do something like that right off the bat. And apparently it extends to things other than himself?

You wince, “Sure. Just, uh… be careful with it. Toriel baked a pie for you and your brother as a thanks. I wanted to eat it by myself, but then she yelled at me.”

Sans snorts as he does a wave of his hand. The next moment you look at your suitcase, it’s already gone.

“did she really?”

“Nah, I’m just kiddin’,” You laugh, rubbing your hands together because you’re a dumb-ass who didn’t think to wear gloves, “That was a cool trick, by the way. I’d ask how you did it, but I’m guessing the answer is just “magic.” 

“you catch on fast,” Sans jerks his head to the side, “come on, let’s get going. my brother is really excited to meet you, so we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

You begin walking with the funny skeleton by his side, going at a rather leisure pace even though he said you shouldn’t make Papyrus wait. You hope he’s not suspicious of you; you’ve been trying really hard to stay friendly so as to not put him off. He seems to like the cut of your jib so far, but you can’t be too careful.

“Dumb question, but does he know I’m human?”

“yep. my younger brother, papyrus, is a human hunting FANATIC.”

“Oh! How wonderful! I can’t wait for my ass to get thrashed.”

“ha-ha, i wouldn’t worry ‘bout it. he’s not dangerous, even if he tries to be.”

“Ah, I get it. I get it,” You smile in remembrance of a fond memory, “I have a younger brother, too. Two of them, actually. Only one of them is a total softie though, the other is a whole gremlin.”

Brothers? You have a family? Of course you do, it’s not out of the question. But Frisk never expressed having another family, and if you have siblings…

“i gotta ask, then…” Sans raises a brow-bone, “are you trying to get back to the surface soon?”

To his surprise, your answer is confident and fast. “Not anytime soon, no. Maybe it’s cowardly, but I’m not in a rush to get myself killed. Toriel told me about Asgore and what happened to the children that fell down here.”

“I’m sympathetic about what happened to the monsters, but… I don’t want to die either. So I think for now, I just… Maybe I can just live here for a while. In the Underground.” You tell him the truth, smiling nervously at the fear of being judged, “Ha, who knows? Maybe when I get a little older, Asgore can take my soul then to break the barrier.”

You barely reach the “gate-thingy” when Sans stops walking. You stop ahead of him, turning around halfway to give him a curious look. He doesn’t have eyebrows, but it seems like the bone is malleable enough that he can furrow the bones of his eyebrows. His smile looks a little strained.

“is that really it? you just wanna live here and do nothing?”

”Well, not exactly,” You make a show to put a finger on your chin and look off somewhere in thought, “I’d like to get a job, too. That’s kind of why I’m leaving the Ruins; I need something to do.” You then snort softly while dropping your hand, “I can’t exactly be a doctor anymore, maybe I can go back into my theater nerd phase.”

Sans represses a sigh, taking a step forward to resume walking. with you. He lets you go through the gate first, making sure you don’t suddenly fall since the bridge is over a gap.

He tried really hard to find something wrong with you—anything wrong with you. Something to give him a reason to hold onto his previous skepticism about you and less reason to feel bad about giving you the cold shoulder.

But you’re literally just some lady.

The skeleton would like to think he’s great at reading body language on others. He may not have clear memories about every single Reset, but when Frisk would try to complete a full No Mercy run (they were never able to beat him, so they’d just do a full Reset), Sans was able to tell how many tries it’s been just from the expression on their face. But you?

Your words and body language have been nothing but honest. Yes, you’re showing signs of anxiety around him, but he is a stranger and a skeleton monster so your anxiety is justifiable.

You…

You really are a good human, aren’t you?

“a doctor, huh?” Sans starts casually, his smile becoming a little more sincere, “i heard humans have doctors for almost anything.”

You laugh softly, “Yeah, pretty much. Short story long, the plan was to become a general surgeon.”

He snorts, “short story long?”

“Oh, come on. I’m just trying to make you laugh, throw me a bone here.”

Sans’ grin widens, “tibia honest, that was a little weak.”

“It takes a lot of spine to say that to someone’s face. I think I’m pretty humerus, but you might be too much of a numb-skull to truly appreciate my rib-tickler. Guess I gotta learn how I can tickle that funny bone of yours.”

A FUCKING QUINTUPLE-COMBO!?!?

Curses!! You’re a human with great taste!!

“i can’t believe i just got out-punned. and with puns about skeletons no less,” Sans sighs dramatically.

“Oh, how the mighty has fallen,” You roll your eyes. “What about you, Sans? I think it’s only fair if you tell me a little about yourself.”

“hm, sure. can’t say i got anything interesting to share.”

This is bad. It seems like Sans can’t really hate you after all. That’s fine with him; it might take some time to fully trust you to not be secretly two-faced, but right now? He’s content with who you are.

You, on the other hand… Maybe you were too nervous about Sans. You might’ve accidentally projected some “fanon” stuff on the poor guy. He doesn’t seem as bad as you made him out to be in your head.

By all means, this is just fine by you.

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UPDATE LOG 4.2.3 MASTERLIST

Beyond this is the things they added to the 4.2.3 upd of DoL

Please send me an ask if you want me to add something or I missed one

Images/stories I still need

SPRITES

PC SPRITE

Bodytypes

Masc., Fem., and Andro.

Chest/breast sprites

Made the breasts have better visibility

Flattest chest size looks flatter on combat sprite

Added breast sprites to lace nightgown, virgin killer, ball gown, evening gown, open shoulder sweater, pink nurse, plastic nurse, skimpy lolita outfits, open shoulder crop top

TATTOOS

Tattoo Parlour

Any unlocked bodywriting can be turned into a tattoo, even if it's not on the PC

Island

New Triangle, Square, and Circle tattoos [look at the Island page for more info]

HAIR

New

All down

Fishtail braid (left, right, twins)

Half-up

Ribbon tail sides

Low tail

Thick ponytail

Reworked

None

FRINGE

New

Short air vents

Side pinned

Dreadlocks bun

Emo/Emo Left/Emo Right

Reworked

Ruffled

CLOTHES

Outfits

Traditional Maid Dress

Victorian Maid Dress

Shrine Maiden Robes

Virgin Killer Dress

Halter Sundress

Leather Dress

Upper

Cat hoodie

Ao dai Top

School cardigan

School blouse

Polo shirt

Color block crop top

Band t-shirt

Boxy t-shirt

Remade Serafuku

Classic Serafuku

Gakuran

Lower

Ao dai trousers

Plaid school skirt

Plaid school trousers

Plaid school shorts

School pinafore

Plaid school pinafore

Wide leg trousers

Straight leg trousers

Yoga pants

Jean miniskirt

Dolphin shorts

Under outfits

Turtleneck Leotard

Under upper

None 😔

Under lower

Tie Side Bikini Bottoms

Highwaisted microkini bottoms

Legs

Sheer Leggings

Stripped kneesocks

Patterned dress socks

Polka dot socks

Sports socks

Rib-knit socks

Rib-knit ankle socks

Feet

Canvas Loafers

ACCESSORIES

Hats

Hairpins (butterfly + star)

Conical hat

Raccoon cap

Fur cap

Bat beanie

Mini pumpkin

Face

Gas Mask

Doggy Muzzle

Eyepatch

Medical Eyepatch

Monocle

Neck

Love Locket

Fur boa

Hands

Work gloves

ICONS ADDED

Locations

Temple garden, moor, farmlands, temp office, altar, secret path, the churchyard, the dilapidated shop, Eden's cabin, brothel stage [pt1]

Garden plots, stream, gloryhole, park fountain, asylum, sea rocks, waterfall, thicket, Great Hawk's nest, and perch [pt 2]

Rainwater pool, Eden's bed, lake campsite, fishing rock, archaeological field office, Remy's Estate, Great Hawk's tower, Ruins,

Animals

Black Dog

Actions

Riding a horse, question mark for inquires, searching for pots in lake, excersizing/hobbling in heels, gliding, entering town, searching for a mark, praying, and renting a stall [pt 1]

Getting in/out/refusing rides, trick or treating, sitting on the school stump, diving, descending/ascending in water, leaving water, and fixing Eden's cabin [pt 2]

Digging, showering, practise shooting, undo bindings, daydreaming, tilling, watching TV, chatting, singing, and plundering [pt 3]

Making tops/bottoms out of seaweed, meditating, relaxing

Events

Trial of purity

Clothes

Patient gown

Items

Milk, breast milk, chicken eggs, truffles, temple pew, dog treat, bronze key, library desk, soap [pt1]

Lichen, cosmetics, small/medium/large/huge exotic/huge decor fish tanks, auto feeder, tank decor, and sewer safe [pt 2]

Antique watch, grass, antique crystal, scrap, stimulants, torch, fertiliser, antique candlestick, rubble, and mud [pt 3]

Spiderwebs [pt 4]

Objects

Salves, sink, computer, rug, broom, dustpan, gift boxes, wolf chew toy, padlock [pt 1]

Cash register, Eden's valentine's day gift, Eden's coatstand, condom vending machine [pt 2]

Tending

Milk

Breast milk

Chicken eggs

Truffles

Ghostshrooms

"Take all"

Shop

Fetish collar icon is updated

LOCATION ART

Pirate ship

Island

Old Church

Sepulchre

Dilapidated Shop

Meadow

GAME MECHANICS

WORLD MECHANICS

Settings

"Split by Gender Apperance" changed to "Set/Ignore Sexual Orientation

Crime

Split into 10 categories; Assault, Coercion, Destruction of Property, Indecent Exposure, Obstruction of Justice, Prostitution, Resisting Arrest, Thievery, Petty Thievery, and Trespassing.

Crimes the PC has commited would be read out before punishment

Can adjust each crime in the cheat menu

Can view the crime stats in the stat menu

PARASITES

Ear Slime

Added an event that prevents PC to wear under lower garments, unless given directly to them

Sleeping event at Alex's farm

Sleeping event if you study at school naked

Alternate abduction event at the dog pound

At Remy's Farm, it would attempt to force you on all fours and eat grass

May force you to have sex with dolphins

Ear slime tasks are now in the Journal menu

Clit Parasite

Alternative masturbation options if PC has a clit parasite

MASTURBATION

Skip Button

Added a skip button that brings you to the next orgasm

PREGNANCY

Alex the Farmer

Avaliable pregnancy candidate [+more]

Crossdressing Fame

Can lower fame more if seen as a female are pregnant

Paternity Test

Option to do it at the Hospital

SHOPS

Hide Option

Can now choose to hide unavailable items in the shop

FEATS

New

Gilded Spear

Lost World

Face of a Guardian

Wild Monarch

Naturalised

Prehistoric Landscape

SOFT BAD ENDNG

The Island

How to enter, how to escape [+more]

UI

Stats

Sensitivity values can be viewed in the "Extra Stats" tab under "Characteristics"

Options

Confirmation dialouge appears when you try to exit/refresh the page [is on by default in ironman mode]. Can toggle it in the Advanced tab

CHEAT MENU

Clothes

Destroy, repair, dry, and drench clothes at once is added

Visuals

Breast and Cum Values have been replaced with sliders

Pregnancy

More additional options for pregnancy cheats

Teleport

Farmland tp is added

ENCOUNTERS

Double Penetration

Unique cum images is added

Anal

Improved xray sprites

Lower Underwear

Able to pull it to the side during encounters

EVENTS

Hitchiking

"Driving Lesson"

Pillory

Rimming and Watersports outcomes

Whipping and buttplug outcomes

Blackjack

Rimming outcomes

Spa

Rimming outcomes

Car Sex

NPCs will ask if PC needs to be dropped off anywhere after

Chalet

Prostitution opt. added

WARDOBE

Wardrobe Outfit Editor

Added a random color option

Filters

Warmth filter is added

LOCATIONS

ORPHANAGE

Whitney can upgrade the Loft

SCHOOL

Mason

Repeatable scene where he unlocks the chastity belt Winter put on you

Untying your bonds before swim class generates slightly random dialouge

Changing Rooms

PCs thoughts of being in the wrong changing room are more diverse, changes based on Crossdressing Rep

PC is no longer rejected immediately when looking like the opposite gender and is given weird stares and comments

Crossdressing Fame/Rep

Chance to lower crossdressing fame after not

THE POUND

Dog Happiness

Added a description of the dogs happiness on the main screen

NPCS/ANIMALS

WOLVES

Wolf Pack

PC is more comfortable naked around the wolves in the wolf pack

Wolf Cave

You can submit to wolves that advance towards you in the cave

BAILEY

Punishment(?)

Will now deliver PC to the tutorial person if PC stays at the orphanage for the first whole week

ZEPHYR THE PIRATE

Named NPC that is found during the Disguised Escape option

ITEMS

SEX TOYS

Fleshy color option is added to sex toys and strap ons

Fleshy color sidebar renderer is added [no idea what that means]

PLANTS

Flowers/Seeds

Plumeria, tendable [view the Island page for more info]

EXTRAS/MISC

ABILITIES

Clothes

Can tie cardigan around waist

Able to lower suspenders

[yourfavetranny]

july 23, 2024 (22:46) from my notes app

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struggling with wanting to be a man in a non masculine way.

i want to be seen as a man, but effeminate? i want to wear the cute faggy outfits with my tits chopped off. i guess want to be a visibly bi guy in a gay bar.

i want to go to the gym and change in the mens room. the mens bathroom scares me, but i want to be man enough to pass and use it. i want to pee standing up, i want to be seen as a dude but, i dont want to be a robot. i want to laugh and wear colours and have long locs and still pass. i want to look like a man, even if i wear a skirt.

i dont want to be butch, i want to be a man.

but i want to slay and not dampen the "girly" things i like. i like kpop bands and fanfic and music and reading theory and collecting dumb "girly" things. i like pink and cute patterns and cozy games.

but i want to be a man, and wear boy clothing and boxers, get my tits chopped and have bottom growth. i want a deeper voice, and i want to smile. i want to be able to dye my hair, but i also want to be able to wear a sweater and look like a man. i want boy legs and a small waist and arm muscles, but i want to keep my female friendships the same.

i like tote bags and new balanaces and baggy jeans and crop tops and champion sweaters and photocards and adidas smooth moves him and stuffed animals and nerf guns and bratz dolls and snap backs and stickers and everything.

i just want to be a man i just want to be a guy but i dont want to be a loser. i wanna wear bandtees with a flat chest without breaking and bruising my ribcage so bad that i think i actually broke a rib and i cant even tell because id have to admit theres something wrong with me.

i want broad shoulders, i want my leg hair to be thicker but i dont want to stop enjoying everything i enjoy.

i feel like im going crazy, i feel crazy.

i wanted to just do they/them pronouns and make it easier for the people around me when i show up as a non-conforming dude, but i know that i use he/him. i know im just a dude.

apart of me feels like im faking this for attention. but, why do i panic when people ask my pronouns. why do i panic when people ask my name. why am i disappointed when i get called maam. i know. i know why. but i dont want to be trans. i dont want to lose everything.

[reinathevocaloid]

My Giramie Fic Rec

(aka most fics available on ao3 atm lol)

But there's only one throne (and other such excuses to stick together) by 3x3

Personally, Yanma thinks there are many ways to go about the seating. It's not really about the seating, is it? You go to jail for two years and the next thing you know your coworkers have hooked up.

Rooftops, Reveals, and Relief by Beanpole_Zora

Gira talks with Jeramie on the rooftop. Everything ends up okay. Or: A fix-it fic for episode 29 because Shugoddammit Toei you can't just do that to me-

of the blurred boundary by 3x3

You needn't lift a finger. A hand, or a lack therof, can come in many difference shapes. or Gira and Jeramie explore each others' bodies.

Getting to Know the Boogeyman by tinyDogboy

A short time after Jeramie announces himself to Chikyuu as King of the Bugnarok, Gira tries to come up with a plan to get some of the citizens of Shuggodam to welcome him. Where better to start than his own home? ( MY RANDOM TUMBLR THOUGHTS ACTUALLY LED TO THE CREATION OF THIS FIC!!! I LOVE IT SM!!!!)

for peace by nightlesscastle

gira husty and jeramie brasieri were engaged. formally. royally. to each other.

Sorry, I'm Not Home Right Now (I'm Walking Into Spiderwebs) by Beanpole_Zora

4 times when Jeramie's spontaneously placed hammocks were unwanted by the kings, and the 1 time it was.

renovation/reinvention by 3x3

Jeramie is there, the day Gira gets fitted for his new outfit- the traditional one, tailored for the king of Shugoddam.

do spiders get sick? by nightlesscastle

a dry autumn night / gira finds jeramie sprawled on his bed, feverish and hot

waiting for the one-two signal by melotuzu

Jeramie breaks away from Gira’s gaze, but doesn’t move from his touch. His stare remains fixated on anything but his eyes—his nose, his cheeks, his lips. “...Better,” he breathes. The ache in his ribs is accompanied by the ache in his chest. “Much better, thank you.” Or, Gira patches up Jeramie's wounds after Dagded's attack.

dive into me by melotuzu

“You were watching over everyone, weren’t you? Not just Shugoddam.” Jeramie raises his hands up in mock defeat, smiling, but unsure what of. “I’ve been found out.” Or, Jeramie finds himself in Shugoddam one night, in search of a dear friend.

Dates Around Chikyuu by Beanpole_Zora

Gira and Jeramie visit the other kingdoms on some of their dates.

Red Looks Good on You by tinyDogboy

Gira and Jeramie have a late night tea break while Gira is catching up on some kingly paperwork.

Of Courtship & Coccinelles by tinyDogboy

Jeramie knows what he wants to convey to Gira, but saying it is an entirely different problem. How can he get Gira to understand his feelings?

Fangs are Peak Character Design by Beanpole_Zora

Gira and Jeramie are kissing when one accidentally bites the other, but not the one you'd think.

The Most Fetching Shade of Pink (is the one dusting your cheeks) by stickers_on_a_laptop

Sweater (Mantle): A garment worn by a child (boyfriend) when its mother (boyfriend) feels chilly

Dimorphism by heavvymetalqueen

“How are you getting on?” says Jeramie, kneeling on the other futon with a grace Gira knows he doesn’t have. “I think i can smell with my fingers.”

Cipher, Decipher, This Phantom Thief Boy by Beanpole_Zora

Phantom Thief Prophet has come to steal from the Husty Estate, but what exactly it is he's stealing is still a mystery…

They never spoke again by Liest

Dagded revealed Jeramie's feelings to Gira.

good morning, sunshine! by chilipepperconverse

Gira, like everyone else, heard stories about it growing up. Your soulmate's first words to you will appear on your wrist once you meet them. Only a lucky few actually experienced it. Or: one very unlucky ex-prince experiences it. And the words on his wrist are NOT what he expected.

Share a Storm in a Teacup by Anonymous

Gira gets a surprise after being unexpectedly invited to one of Himeno's tea parties.

lay with me by chilipepperconverse

Jeramie doesn’t need to sleep, but Gira asks him to come to bed anyways.

Gira's sex ed quest by oogenesis

Gira wants to take his relationship with his boyfriend to the next level, but there's a bit of an obstacle.

I'll add more as I gain more favs!!!

[falcqns]

you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now) chapter five

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins, Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen, background Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Tim finds out if Lucy will be (physically) okay.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen, post Day Of Death, slight angst, mentions of kidnapping and hospitals. tagging @natashasera obv.

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Tim sat in the hard plastic hospital chair, still cradling Tamara in his hands. She was awake, and staring up at him, her eyes looking everywhere but his own. He glanced down at her outfit, which consisted of blush pink ribbed pants, a beige knitted sweater, and matching beige knitted socks. 

Tamara cooed, kicking her legs out, making her feet hit Tim’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” Tim said quietly to Tamara. “Just like your mama.” His left thumb began stroking her soft skin from her eyebrow down to her jaw and back. Her hands scrunched up over her face, rubbing her eyes as she yawned. 

“Oh,” Tim commented. “Are you a sleepy girl?” He asked quietly, and moved Tamara slowly so that she was laying on his chest, her eyelids fluttering closed shortly after. Tim smiled as she got comfortable, snuggling in close to his neck. Tim ran his hands up and down her back as he felt her breathing even out. 

A few moments after Tamara had drifted off to sleep, Dr Sawyer walked into the waiting room. Tim immediately stood up, his hands holding Tamara tightly. 

“Officer Bradford?” She asked, and when Tim nodded she continued. “Lucy has been stabilized, and at this moment, it looks like she will make a full recovery.” 

TIm breathed out the sigh of relief he had been holding in since they’d arrived at the hospital and she had been taken back with the doctors. His boot was going to be okay. He wasn’t going to have to learn what it would be like to live without Lucy Chen, something that had been on his mind since he had learned she had been taken. He had been petrified, realizing that without Lucy, his life would be utterly silent. There would have been no more personal talk in the shop (despite his no personal talk in the shop rule, a rule that he had been unable to enforce with Lucy), no more singing along to Taylor Swift or finding out about the latest news and hints about the singer. No more chai latte, no more taco wagon on Tuesdays. 

But now that he knew those things would continue, he was overjoyed. He couldn’t wait for her to be healed, released, and back on the job with him for 12 hours a day. But, that day was still a while away. 

“C-Can I see her?” He asked, and Grace nodded with a smile on her face. 

“Of course,” She said. “Follow me.” 

Grace led him and Tamara into the room where Lucy was being held. She looked peaceful, lying on the bed, under heavy sedation. Her eyes were closed, her face was relaxed, and her breathing was even and healthy. The knot of fear in Tim’s chest loosened slightly, seeing proof that she was alive and okay. He held Tamara close as he sat down in the chair next to her bed, and looked up at Grace as she spoke to him. 

“The sedation should wear off overnight.” Grace said. “If anything changes, such as her waking up, press the call button and either a nurse or myself will come and assist.” She said, and nodded when Tim thanked her, before walking out the door. 

Tim adjusted Tamara as he got as comfortable as he could in the plastic chair. Tamara moved slightly, her forehead wrinkling up as she was awoken briefly from her sleep, but the 3 month old settled down rather quick. 

Tim looked up at Lucy briefly, before looking back down at Tamara. He didn’t know how to feel about Lucy, his boot, adopting this baby that she found while on duty. He felt that, despite being off on medical leave, he should have been notified that she was doing this, as he was her training officer. But, at the same time, he knew she wasn’t thinking of herself when she kept Tamara a secret from him, she was thinking about Tamara. He had known Lucy for almost 4 months now, and the one thing he was certain about when it came to his rookie was that she was selfless. She always thought of others first, regardless of how it would affect her. 

So no, he wasn’t mad, per say, he was more disappointed that she didn’t trust him enough to be told a secret as big and important as the baby in his arms. But, that would change. He would make sure that she knew, from now on, how much he cared about her. How he was there for not only her, but also Tamara, no matter what, in anyway he could. 

Now all she had to do was wake up. 

[transbeeduo]

ever since my fat cbee posts i have been on a roll [hi hello im the fat cbee anon here to say ive been sending so many anon asks its so funny but youve just got my brain rolling so much. 10/10 would anon again. always get addicted to my favorite blogs and send like 10 anons a week. dang it. i see a pattern.] anyway im not every single anon, but a chunk of em, yeah! love sending anons about my brain juices late at night and waking up and reading answers n stuff. always fun.

anyway hi can you imagine a Michael who is very much so malnourished when cbee first find him in the Nether. and like his ribs are showing and theres so many bones showing, which isnt a joke because he literally has a hole in his head where you can see his skull and see his bones n stuff. and when cbee takes him home Tubbo and Ranboo make sure to feed him so so much and food he enjoys and stuff. because Tubbo was malnourished as a kid and it was Not Fun. and Ranboo doesnt know much but they sure do know they dont like the look of rib cages peeking through skin and bony arms and gaunt faces [thats why they keep their fur long enough that it covers their ridges and bumps before they gain weight but also not too long because it is considered 'unruly' to have long fur, at least back when they were a child in the End (thats one of the only fragments they remember. think of it like the stigma around body hair on women/fem people.)]

and so eventually Michael starts gaining healthy weight, and all of a sudden, the bones that arent supposed to be visible through his skin [not the holes. hes part zombie i know but zombies aren't supposed to be really thin when someone is only part zombie.] and Tubbo and Ranboo have to find new dresses* and sweaters and pants n stuff for Michael because he's actually growing! i imagine he might be a bit stunted, not quite reaching his full height because of the lack of nutrients he had during a very important development stage for gods know how long, but he does grow, and thats all that matters. hes got healthy chub and hes not so fragile anymore.

*imagining cbee as parents who buy whatever clothes are cute and fit their children, completely ignoring the fact that dresses and skirts are traditionally girl clothes because have you seen the two. those are not cis and whoever thinks they are are silly. they let their children pick out whatever clothes they find cute and comfortable. so if Michael or Wizard or Bug [do Wizard and Bug even wear clothes... thats a weird question but i mean. only ever seen Bug with fur n stuff but no clothes.. whatever] wanna wear a pretty pink skirt or a t-shirt with monster trucks on it, cbee dont care. this is also partly because Tubbo and Ranboo werent entirely allowed to wear whatever they wanted when they were younger [mainly Tubbo but still] and they want their children to have to choice to pick

HAIIII ANON THIS ASK IS SO GOOD THANK YOU (also yes bug does infact wear clothing! Just their ref doesn’t have clothing LMAO i promise Beeduo give their kids clothing)

BUT YEAH THIS IS HONESTLY REALLY FUCKING CANON TO ME there’s NO way that Michael was getting properly fed in the Nether considering it was literally BY HERSELF and ALSO A BABY. And Tubbo would TOTALLY have that like “oh fuck i cant give this baby the same childhood of being malnourished that i had” thought yk (ranboo not realizing they’re malnourished makes me so sad but is so fucking accurate wow) this ask rules thank you

[verfound]

MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 1: Autumn (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

...I was gonna do these, and then I wasn't gonna do em, and then work life flipped off creative life and here I am, joining the fun at @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers's late. Using the Ghostober 2021 prompts here. Just having fun. 👀

Read on A03

To Feel Alive Again: Day 1: Autumn

A chill breeze whispered through the street, nipping at the edges of exposed skin peeking out from coats and scarves.  Marinette pulled her own coat – a lumpy, gray thing she had lifted off a reap a few weeks back – and tried not to scowl.

She used to love this time of year.  Before.

The changing of the seasons meant a new wardrobe.  Layers of material, vibrant splashes of color, boots and hats and scarves – so many accessories.  She used to have the cutest peacoat, made from a deep burgundy wool that always kept her warm on the coldest fall days.  She had embroidered a swirl of leaves around the hem in a rich gold thread, and she had even found golden buttons shaped like maple leaves to line the front.  She had been so proud of that coat.  She’d lived in it every fall for years.

…she hadn’t died in it, though.

She’d died in the spring.

When it was too warm for such a heavy coat.

She supposed it was funny, in a way.  Before, the fall – a season marked by death – had always brought a new life to her, but the spring – the season for life and renewal – had brought with it her death.

Now she saw it everywhere.

It was hard to love things anymore.  In the After.

“You’re still allowed to love things,” Théo had said, not unkindly, one morning over breakfast.  It was a rare moment of seriousness for him, and if she hadn’t been in such a foul mood she might have appreciated it.  Instead, she hunkered down deeper in the gray coat she hated and stared – glared – out the window.  She hummed, not really agreeing or disagreeing.  She didn’t see the way Luka glanced up at her from his coffee, a small frown playing at the edges of his mouth.

She did see the large, chunky sweater folded on the foot of her bed when she came home a week later, though.

“…Fred, what…did you leave this here?” she called, her hands trembling as she held the sweater up.  It was obviously handmade – not as good as she could make, but absolutely perfect in its little imperfections.  The stitches pulled just a little too tight or a little too loose, the slightly uneven ribbing along the neck, the braiding that hadn’t been blocked properly zigzagging down the front…it spoke of time, and care, and things Marinette hadn’t let herself think about in far too long.  And it was soft, the yarn used to make it obviously high quality.  She knew just how much a sweater like this would cost – more than she could dream of affording these days, when she was still struggling to hold down an after-death job.

“Hmm?” Fred called, popping his head in the room.  When he saw the sweater, his eyebrows lifted.  “Ah, that?  No, it wasn’t me.  Luka dropped it off while you were out.  Said something about pink suiting you?”

Marinette’s head jerked up, surprised, but Fred was just smiling at you.

“You’re still allowed to love things, Marinette,” he said, inclining his head towards her.  “You’re still allowed to feel.”

She looked back at the sweater, her lips pursed and her eyes burning with tears she refused to shed, and didn’t answer.  Fred sighed and flipped his hat onto his head, nodding at her.

“I’m off,” he said, tipping his hat at her.  “Make sure you eat tonight, kid, all right?

…he probably hadn’t meant a mug of hot chocolate and a plate of macarons, but as she hunkered down in the nicest sweater she had ever worn and watched her old favorite sappy movie on the cracked tv…well.

At least when you’re dead you don’t have to worry about calories.

[styleofdiamandis]

PHOTOSHOOT: KISS MAGAZINE

Marina covered the January 2013 issue of Ireland's Kiss Magazine! The colorful editorial was shot by Naomi Gaffey and styled by her sister Naomi Gaffey who made sure to include a handful of Irish and other British labels!

Hair and makeup by Billy Orf, respectively.

For the cover photo, she looked stellar in the Fall/Winter 2012 star print stretch silk cocktail dress with long bat sleeves (€410.00 - sold out) by up-and-coming Irish designer NATALIEBCOLEMAN.

Look n. 2 shows Marina wearing a Reiss ivory knit sweater featuring ribbed sleeves and a round neck (€155.00 - sold out). I couldn’t find her exact one but I've pictured a similar one for you above!

Another emerging Irish designer featured in the editorial is Emma Manley and her brand Manley Studio. This rose-gold metallic leather skirt with micro-scalloped hem (€385.00 - sold out) was created for her Spring/Summer 2013 collection!

Chunky necklaces were the rave back in 2012 (along with peplums and neon colors). But I wouldn't mind wearing this ZARA chain necklace with diamanté leopard head (€19.95 - sold out) even today!

Marina's very girly look was completed with these whimsy Office tiger pointed-toe pumps with multicolored gems at the front (€89.00 - sold out).

Both Marina's Stolen Moment pink velvet skater dress (€85.00 - sold out) and studded leather biker jacket (€293.00 - sold out) are from the MINKPINK x Urban Outfitters collection.

In some other photos, she added the Topshop "Geek" print blue tee (€27.00 - sold out)...

...and her Fam Irvoll round blue acetate sunglasses, which she absolutely loved back then!

She also wears Accessorize "I 🩷 U" comic bubble necklace (€9.00 - sold out) and black suede platform pumps by Office (€80.00 - sold out).

Then, Marina brought the party in this ASOS cross-back party dress in multi sequin featuring a sleeveless cut and round neck ($55.95 - sold out).

Marina's jewelry here included this River Island "Pow!" comic enamel necklace, and a set of rings from New Look.

My favorite look from this editorial comprises an American Apparel black tank crop top (€24.00 - sold out), and a Topshop black pencil skirt (€61.00 - sold out), entirely covered in rhinestones!

"This is how to be a heartbreaker" 💔

Marina dons the Joanne Hynes Spring/Summer 2013 "My Black Heart" leather and crystal statement necklace. (€220.00 - sold out).

I'm head over heels for these Office black patent platform pumps with plexi heel (€91.00 - sold out).

This look is completely vintage! Her colorful houndstooth mohair sweater is vintage 1980s Rafaella (embellished with an Accessorize M letter brooch) while her black leather skirt is a vintage find from Folkster.

[cleverhottubmiracle]

I had a lot of fun trying on some of the latest collection from Talbots last week. The colors are fresh and bright, which many of us welcome at this time of year. Many of us are dealing with gray, dreary skies, and Talbots is here to cheer you up. The petite section was not fully stocked yet, so as usual, I went back and forth between it and misses. MINI RESIN EARRINGS my color is sold out If you’re new here, a try-on is when I go into a store and style their latest collection so readers can see what’s new and get some ideas for how they could wear it. I’m not shopping for myself and seldom buy clothes because I prefer to shop online. For size reference, I’m 5’4″, which puts me on the cusp of petite. I have broad shoulders and straight hips with no obvious curves. Talbots is a size-inclusive brand that carries clothes in sizes misses, petite, plus, and plus petite to 3X. RIBBED CREWNECK SWEATER size PM / SHORT SLEEVE QUILTED PUFFER size M / STRAIGHT LEG PERFECT CHINOS size 6 There’s a fair amount of this pistachio color in the store, and it feels so fresh this time of year. This short-sleeved quilted puffer jacket is a fun twist on a puffer and is perfect for milder temps. The fit is roomy, and its boxy shape makes it ideal for layering. It also comes in a bright pink. They show it layered over this raglan sweater in the same shade, and I’m wearing it over the same sweater with a rib in a blue/pistachio combination. This sweater is a lovely weight, and I particularly appreciate its soft drape. MORE PISTACHIO AT TALBOTS Turn on your JavaScript to view content   I’m styling these over Talbots’ perfect chinos in deep navy. These are a cotton/spandex blend and fit like a dream. They have a flattering straight leg and come in 4 classic neutral colors. They didn’t have petite in my size, so I’m wearing the Misses 6 and like the length on me. I show the sweater tucked in, and if I did this, I would always wear a belt because belt loops look unfinished without one. FLARE LEG PULL ON TRAVEL JEANS size MP / STRIPED SWEATER JACKET size LP These flare leg pull-on jeans are, quite simply, fabulous. They’re a nice substantial weight with lots of stretch in the fabric, so they’d feel fabulous for a long day on the road or anywhere your day takes you…even if it’s to your couch with a great book. The front seam has a slimming and elongating effect, and the deep hem helps them drop nicely. These jeans have a wide, smooth waistband, which I suggest covering with your top for a more modern look. This navy and ivory striped sweater jacket seemed to be flying out the door, and with good reason. This “lady jacket” style cardigan has been the rage for several years, and the trend is continuing to go strong into spring. It has a slightly cropped length that hits above your hip…if you’re wearing the proper size. This large petite is too large on me, so it’s droopy. I love the raglan sleeves and how nicely the stripes match, which is a sign of good-quality construction. MODERN CLASSIC SHIRT size PM / HIGH-WAIST STRAIGHT LEG JEANS size 8P I’ve been needing to replace my classic black jeans, so these ones came home with me. I find them dressier than blue denim and very functional in my winter wardrobe. These stretch jeans have a slim, straight leg and have been a Talbots favorite for years. The black is a never-fade wash, and they’ve included a front tummy slimming panel, which I always appreciate. I’ve styled them with a classic striped shirt in two shades of blue. It also comes in pistachio/blue, which has a very spring-like vibe. It’s 100% cotton with a crisp feel, and I see this over white jeans all spring. Note- It’s a great shirt with one bad review because the customer was angry that the pistachio option is not offered in plus sizes. This does not reflect on the shirt, just the brand’s decision of what sizes to manufacture. I suggest you read reviews for content and intent, rather than just the rating. EXQUISITE TWEED BRAID TRIM JACKET size 10P / PERFECT TURTLENECK size MP / SLIM STRAIGHT ANKLE JEANS size 4 This Tweed Jacket is fabulous! I have a similar version with cropped sleeves that has been a workhorse in my wardrobe for many years. I’m over the moon to see it has silver-tone buttons, which I think are more flattering with this bright, cool blue. The braid trim down the front and on the pockets gives it more of a Chanel vibe. The body is boxy, but I sized up to 10P for the sleeve length (I have long arms). I’m wearing it over this perfect turtleneck (which also came home with me). These are great workhorses to have in your wardrobe, and they last for years! I’m styling this with these slim, straight ankle jeans in the Regina wash. They have a sturdy feel with a hint of stretch (1% spandex) and a great fit. I found these ran large because I was able to do up the 4, and I wear a 6 misses or 8P.   CLASSIC TROUSER JEANS size 6P / LOOP STITCH MOCK NECK SWEATER size PM / CORAL GINGHAM SHIRT size LP These classic trouser jeans are a soft natural shade that is neither warm nor cool-toned. I love the change of pace in this light outfit for cool weather. The fabric is a mid-weigth denim and the trouser leg has a front seam, which adds some structure and elongates the look of your leg. I’m wearing them with this mock neck sweater that has a fuzzy, loop finish. The color is ivory, which coordinates perfectly with the jeans for a nice column of color effect. It also comes in a cafe color, which I would describe as camel. It’s a very wearable hip length that looks great with straight or wider-leg pants. I layered this coral gingham shirt underneath for just a pop of spring color. The cuffs are gingham on the outside and polka dot on the inside, as is the front band that shows when not covered by a sweater :). KNIT POPOVER SHIRT size S / STRAIGHT LEG JEANS size 8P / COOLMAX FULL ZIP SWEATER JACKET size PM These straight-leg jeans have a nice mid-wash with a slightly distressed finish. I love that these have a high waist which helps prevent a muffin top. I tucked in the top so you can see how high the rise is. These seem to have a slightly longer inseam than some of their other straight jeans so they’d be great over low booties. I’m styling them with this knit popover shirt in two shades of blue. It’s 100% cotton and also comes in deep pink with indigo. This vibrant stripe is certainly a standout and perfect for spring. I layered on this coolmax zip jacket in deep indigo from the T by Talbots collection. It has a mock neck and chevron stripe that may look like a wide spread collar but it isn’t. You can see it much better on the website. The white stripe repeats along the bottom of the sleeves and hemline. The knit is dense so the sweater jacket feels substantial but the coolmax fabric will keep you cool. MORE NEW T BY TALBOTS Turn on your JavaScript to view content   HALF ZIP PULLOVER size PS / CLASSIC TROUSER JEANS size 6P Here are the same trouser jeans, this time styled with a half-zip pullover. I love the versatility of the zip on this cozy sweater. You can open it for a spread collar look, or zip it up and fold over for a nice turtlenck effect. It’s a cotton blend in a speckled space dyed yarn. BTW, I wondered what space dyed meant so I checked and found – “It’s a technique in which a single yarn is dyed with two or more colors that repeat themselves throughout the length of the yarn. Depending on how many colors are used, the resulting space dye can look quite different.” If you’re a knitter, it’s someting like a variegated yarn. HALF ZIP PULLOVER size M / HIGH-WAIST STRAIGHT LEG JEANS size 8P Here’s the same sweater in a misses medium size, which still fits but is a bit more oversized and longer. I love the contrast of pistachio with black. Are you ready for some fresh colors this year? If you wear hearts for Valentine’s, Talbots has you covered here: Turn on your JavaScript to view content Thanks for reading and be sure to wear what makes you feel confident.     You May Also Enjoy Source link