#OH THE OUTFITS ARE FROM MY PIN BOARDS
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gen loss dump part 2 :]
i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.
#spotify is prolly better (definitely is for finding playlists i use spotify to find playlists still and then add those songs to my own lmao#but dad pays for a family apple music subscription and free music streaming is infinitely better then paying for my own spotify#also my wound reference i feel like i let him off easy from the seven foot tall wire security monster#but idk this was drawn a year ago idk what i was doing#like i agree w the vest just being REALLLL bad bruising and internal stuff but i feel like he had wayyyy more open area besides that to get#fucked up besides just his arms#but i guess since the wire monster also got turned off by the button since it didn’t immediately go at ranboo next then maybe that’s still#reasonable idk#generation loss#generation loss fanart#ranboo fanart#continuing my not spamming tags trend so even though i bc puls have tagged all three of them im not gonna#still posting this primarily for me and for everyone else second#OH THE OUTFITS ARE FROM MY PIN BOARDS#I MAKE OUTFIT BOARDS FOR EVERYTHING ITS SO FUN#LIKE EVERY FANDOM IVE POSTED HERE HAS ONE#ITS BAD#and then irl i wear sweats and t shirt lmao#i found mouse trap game board earrings#i spend too much time on those finding highly specific bullshit#the jrwi one is especially cringe cause i have a different section for all of the what ifs#and that shit lasted one (1) episode#also the full color drawing i’m so >:| about it#i need to practice coloring sooooo badly but i always get frustrated w it#i need to slow tf down idk#but thats also from nearly a year ago so
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Dire 9
Summary: Dire like to make little mental bets with himself about which pixie will be tailing around the dear, dear Janitor.
Originally, Dire wanted the rest of the staff to play this game of his. He wanted to have fun, make some bets and see which faerie follows the Janitor around and potentially bond with everyone. And also get some pocket money on the side but that’s besides the point. Do you know what they said to him when he proposed the idea?
“Why would we bother when we know you’re going to lose?”
The gall of it all! They have absolutely no faith in his ability to gamble! Sure he almost ran himself into debt before but he had the self-control to stop himself before things got worse. Besides, it’s not that much money, only a few thaumarks and perhaps a nice antique item. And maybe a few dishes and some vacation days…
Anyways, point being, Dire had no one to bet with, so he had no choice but to bet with himself. Play his own private little games, since seeing he has no choice.
There is practically no end to the amount of pixies that love and adore you. Dire did make sure to recruit as many as possible in order to ensure the stability of this college, after all. And, while his memory is a little but foggy, Dire is more than sure he can take a daily guess as to what faerie or faeries will be following you around.
Today was a moist day, as yesterday there was a storm that nearly flooded the campus had it not been for the water pixies that were there. As such, the water pixies won’t be around, as they will be resting somewhere, or playing in a lake. The winds haven’t been all that active so Dire can cross out wind faeries following you around. Those of fire will be hiding away until the moisture calms down, oh but it is an incredibly cloudy day, so the pixies of light might be around.
Yes yes, let’s place his bets on those of light. You do go around and clean in the darkest of places no problem and pixies do so love to help you out. The rewards you grant are generous after all.
“Now then, where did I put the tag,” murmured Dire as he sifted through a drawer in his desk, filled to the brim with a number of fancy black name tags. “There it is!”
With the gold-trimmed tag in hand, Dire walked over to the calendar and pinned it.
“Now I just have to wait and see.” Because you always come by his office to do a general checkup and also report any interesting findings–and there are no shortages of it–to him.
And, as one would expect, you came in not even twenty minutes later. And sitting on your shoulder was–
“Dire, there’s a leak in my dorm and I’m gonna need you to order some materials for me,” you sighed, work outfit covered in muck and dust. A little pixie with a veiled mushroom hat swung their little feet, limbs colored black from their work. “A bunch of mushrooms and mold started growing right in the corner of my bedroom.”
Another little faerie, laid on your head, wearing a jacket of dark green, puffy mold. They grinned and sunk deeper into it’s… ‘luxury’ items.
Dire took in air, then let his face slam on his desk.
“Uh, you doing okay?”
“It’s nothing. Just wading through the ocean of my loses. Please, pay me no mind. I’ll order new floor boards and other such things soon enough.”
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst-drabbles#drabble#night raven college staff#dire#dire crowley#janitor au#reader insert#ask
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The Moment Each Disruptor Realized Benoit Blanc Was Gay As Hell: A Masterpost
I wasn't kidding when I said I'd do it.
In chronological order...
HELEN
Though Helen isn't technically considered a Disruptor by the rest of the group, I personally believe she's the only real Disruptor among them. That's a different post. Obviously, Helen realized first, as she met Phillip before she met Benoit. I think she assumed at first she had been greeted by some sort of housemaid because Phillip was wearing an apron—Then she saw the sourdough starter. That sold it. She saw Benoit in his stupid little robe and was like Oh fucking of course.
LIONEL
Lionel was obviously studying Benoit on the dock before the Disruptors and Benoit boarded the boat. While Lionel doesn't have the greatest gaydar in the world, as in, he's not looking for it upon meeting most people, he was looking to pick up on anything upon meeting Benoit. Here's this strange dude that none of us know and didn't expect to be here, what's his deal? As Lionel is trying to pick up something from Benoit, Claire starts fangirling over Benoit's previous case about the ballet dancer and Benoit says, "I'm obviously familiar with you all as well—Governor, Dr. Toussaint... Miss Birdie Jay." The way he talks to Birdie and says her name... Lionel understood. Unfortunately, Birdie did not. At all.
PEG
Also not a Disruptor but she's so important to me. Peg is a lesbian. She clocked Benoit as soon as she saw his outfit and heard his accent, but she was absolutely sure of it when she saw how he reacted to the anti-covid throat spray.
MILES
Miles' moment was difficult for me to pin down, mostly because he's fucking stupid and there is certainly a chance that he never realized at all. But, for the sake of the post, let's say that Miles noticed something was different about Benoit when he pulled him aside into the Glass Onion to ask why Benoit was there. When Miles said, "Someone reset the box. They sent it to you as a gag," and Benoit was so shocked that he raised his hand to his chest like a southern woman clutching her pearls... Miles still didn't get it, he was so caught up in his upset. But, after the ordeal in the Glass Onion, off-screen and on his own time, Miles thought about the interaction again, specifically that exact moment that I mentioned, and had the realization. Miles is so full of himself that he thought he was a genius for realizing.
WHISKEY
Whiskey saw him wearing a matching top-and-bottom bathing suit and a little scarf thing in a pool and absolutely understood. She didn't care at all, but she understood. Benoit was also the only one to have an open glass while walking (WALKING) through the pool. While I can't say for certain, it looks like the drink itself is just iced water with a lime. I think Benoit is one of the only people there who isn't drinking alcohol at the pool. That's not very important but I think it just adds to his whole ensemble.
BIRDIE
Of course, Birdie was one of the last to realize, or at least get a little hint of it. She had been hitting on Benoit since the first time she spoke to him at the dock. But, the moment that he said, "I'm going to embarrass myself here; I adore Sweetie Pants. I live in mine," she never made a move on him again. I think, based on the name, Sweetie Pants is a feminine clothing line and Birdie likely intended for women to wear the pants. After Benoit admits to not only wearing them, but loving them, she finally backs off. Immediately after Benoit says that, Miles begins talking about Birdie's career, and Birdie kinda smirks and bumps her eyebrows while gesturing towards Benoit. This could be taken to be her reaction to Miles' praise of her, but given Birdie's character and the context in which Miles is talking about this, I think it makes more sense for this to be Birdie's reaction to Benoit being very obviously gay. She gestures to him, like, "Oh my God, he wears Sweetie Pants, that's so gay. Benoit is gay, guys, do you see what I'm seeing?" Yes, Birdie. They do see it. You were the last one to see it.
CLAIRE
Claire was hard for me to define as well. She was so caught up in Klear and the aftermath of Andi's trial leading up to Duke's murder that I really don't think she was paying enough attention to Benoit to actually get it. I honestly believe that the first time she ever thought about Benoit as a person instead of as a detective that she thinks is really cool is when she was drunk in the minutes leading up to Duke's death. She didn't talk much because Miles was making his speech and dancing with Birdie, so I think she was looking around the room, landed on Benoit, and was too buzzed to really think about it too hard, so she had the very fleeting, yet eloquent thought of, "He's... gay. Yeah." She always kinda knew in the back of her mind, ever since the dock, but never got the chance to think about it.
DUKE
Duke never realized. I think he was on the cusp of getting it every time he was in an area with Benoit since the pool scene, but he's so alt-right that he thought in his head, "Haha! Benoit's kinda weird. That's so gay," because we all know he uses gay as a playful insult, but he never actually considered it a possibility. Then he died. Womp womp.
This is the most important post I've ever made. I appreciate the three people who asked me to make it.
(inspired by @mylasttwobraincellsandi and their post about the sweetie pants scene)
#benoit blanc#miles bron#birdie jay#helen brand#andi brand#claire debella#lionel toussaint#duke cody#i can't tag whiskey and peg because they don't have last names#daniel craig#rian johnson#glass onion#knives out#glass onion spoilers#bbcu#benoit blanc cinematic universe#gay#real#masterpost
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more prison gf! Ymir hcs ♡
♱ Content. drugs, swearing, fluff , NSFW , not proofread, pls let me know if i missed anything :)
♱ Notes. I see yall love her just as much as me 😋. These are just hcs of her when shes out of jail.
♱ Word count. 848
Pt. 1
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
lower case intentional, Enjoy!
prison gf! ymir…who knows how to do your everyday make up and for some reason it always looks better even though she does the exact same steps as you. as well as the more extravagant ones, like the type of make up naezrah does, it always looks amazing cause she has such a steady hand. there is only one rule when she does your make it’s that you HAVE to be straddling her waist when she does it.
prison gf! ymir…who knows all your orders by heart (even your long ass starbucks order) and will order for you so that you don’t have to.
prison gf! ymir…who will side eye you and will order for you anyways if you say “oh im not hungry” while ordering take-out.
prison gf! ymir…who will smack tf out of your hand if you try taking her food with out asking first. somehow you still end up with half of it and she has a small scowl on her face but she still loves you.
prison gf! ymir… who REFUSES to let you smoke her product or get involved in her business no matter how many times you beg and plead.
prison gf! ymir…whos had a polaroid of you in her phone case.
prison gf! ymir…who makes fun of you for eating mint chocolate or cookie n’ cream (whichever you prefer) as if she dosen’t eat pistachio.
prison gf! ymir…who will knock your ice cream on the floor if you make fun of her for it. (don't worry she’ll buy you another.)
prison gf! ymir…who owns two cats with you and if your petting her cat ( you have a “child” and the other is hers) she will grab him and say “leave my son alone”.
prison gf! ymir… who knew you in hs and you were one of her dalma’s when she had her quince. You picked the dresses and if any one complains she would give them the nastiest stank eye.
prison gf! ymir…who was all giddy when she found out her contact name was “pretty girl🩷” with the contact photo of her in her quince dress.
prison gf! ymir…who has a pintrest board for you guys future wedding and has it privited so you don’t know.
prison gf! ymir…who follows you on pintrest and buys you stuff based off what you pin.
prison gf! ymir…who wears this cologne that makes you weak in the knees. before you guys moved in she would spray extra on so that your apartment still smelt like her after she left.
prison gf! ymir…who if she feels like it or is around when you get your nails done will get a matching set with you.
prison gf! ymir…who loves going to the beach with you.
prison gf! ymir…who will carry everything from the car with the maddest look on her face but you better not help cause she will tell you to “push off”. like damn my bad.
prison gf! ymir…who will be sitting there looking like a fucking guard dog if your tanning. let a volleyball accidentally lands near you. she ready to catch another felony.
prison gf! ymir…who will give the ball back, buck at ‘em, and will call them a “pussy” if they flinch.
prison gf! ymir…who is big australia hater
prison gf! ymir...who instigate fights at the waffle house.
prison gf! ymir…who is a big cory and berlezzy fan. like she ALWAYS quoting berlin.
prison gf! ymir…who, if your an artist, keeps every drawing that youve made of her.
prison gf! ymir…who will be all over you if you wear a skin revealing/ clinging outfit. no matter if you rarely wear stuff like that or most of the time. this is the main reason why you guys are late to parties sometimes. homegirl is struggling with her self control. most of the time she does a good job others? *evil laughter*.
prison gf! ymir…who loves spoiling you and got you a custom necklace that says your name and a pandora bracelet for your birthday. then got you a chrome hearts necklace for valentines day.
prison gf! ymir…who picks up everything you put down in the store and doesn't care about the price. if you worried about spending her money she’ll tell you it’s fine cause “your worth going broke for ma” with a kiss to seal the deal
prison gf! ymir…who will buy you anything the moment your eyes start tearing up and that little pout comes out. Then she will kiss that little pout away no matter how many it takes.
prison gf! ymir…who buys a strap in your favourtie color.
prison gf! ymir…who would apologize if you tell her its to much and then immediately slams her hips afterwards.
prison gf! ymir…who would kiss your tears away and say “aww don’t cry”.
prison gf! ymir…who whines and bucks her hips like a bitch in heat when you give her head.
prison gf! ymir…who grips your hair so hard she damn near rips it out. If you have a wig on don’t worry she’ll pay to get it reinstalled but damnit you just put it in. now you hairstylist is cussing you out.
prison gf! ymir...who is absolutely inlove with you.
♱ A/N. My favorite jailbird ❤️. Also THANK YOU @hotxcheeto FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE. MWAH.
© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize work or translate work.
#𓆩♡𓆪lune show𓆩♡𓆪#𓆩♡𓆪lune writes𓆩♡𓆪#aot x black reader#black fem reader#black reader#aot imagines#ymir x black reader#ymir x reader#aot x reader#prison gf! ymir#she is so unserious yall
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Mum says it's my turn to write!
(Based on that break in idea I had)
The plan was simple, Patrick had told them, wait for the owner to leave, smash the window in the back, steal everything not bolted down. It was simple:sell everything they stole to the pawn shop down the street and under that shitty breakfast place, make bank, go back to the frat house and use that money to party all night long.
Marcus glanced at the other three of this “Operation”, Patrick (their self proclaimed “Leader”), Nicholas (the “Brains”- the mere thought made Marcus roll his eyes), and Tom (that football playing brute). And then, of course, him- the only one of the group who knows how to drive a car.
Truth be told- he knew this was a stupid, bad idea. They were committing theft, a crime punishable by law, and even if the police here were chill as hell, that doesn’t mean this was alright. But he needed that cash, and he needed the good social credit with these dumbasses to get through the rest of his college courses in peace.
He just has to finish those courses- and then he can leave this backwater town behind and live it with his business major in some fancy city somewhere.
“Oh- there they are.” Patrick whispered and pulled the group down into the bush- poor thing- and watched as a lanky person exited the house, locking the door behind them. Marcus raised a brow at the weird outfit- white lab coat and red goggles?- before shaking his head and watching as this poor bastard entered into their car- beaten up thing, almost as bad as his car is- and drove off.
The rag tag team of thieves waited for a few more moments to see if they’d return, but after a minute or two Patrick stood, smiled at them and motioned for the group to move.
Marcus took a deep breath to banish away the rising feelings of guilt and shame as he followed after his “friends”- god they were actually going to do this, robbing this poor guy blind- and had to close his eyes as Tom broke the lock on the back window, shoving it up so hard a small crack formed on it.
“Remember- everything that isn’t bolted down.” Patrick snickered- like this was funny, like this was a fucking gaming and not a criminial action- and climbed in, followed shortly by the other two. Marcus waited at the window, his stomach flipping and throat thick.
He could run and leave these dumbfucks with no ride back, he could do the right thing and call the police station, there are many things he could do…
And he chose to climb into that window.
…It was a nice house, a bit small from the looks of it. The kitchen seemed nice, with its wooden floors…with….claw marks on them??? Maybe the dude has a pet. There was a cork board with newspaper clips pinned to it, a sink full of dishes (mood my guy, mood)....multiple things of peanut butter jars on the counter (not even the good kind of peanut butter) and a fridge with more claw marks on it.
Marcus looked toward the others, who were already shoving glasses and pictures into their shitty backpacks, and sighed. They seem to have the kitchen under control…
He wanders out of the kitchen, looking around the living room. The guy had turned the lights off, making it nearly pitch black in there. Marcus slammed his hand on the wall and began fumbling for a light switch, eyes downward looking for any small critter on the floor. He might be robbing a house but dammit he will not kick someone’s pet, even by accident.
The light flashed on, bright and sudden, and made Marcus squint his eyes shut. This dude has a lightbulb that has the power of the sun, or maybe all those drinks from last night were still messing with him….
He blinked away the spots in his eyes, sighed heavily and flung his backpack off his back. He looked up, ready to see what kind of things he could fit in this dinky old bag-
And his heart stopped in his chest.
Sitting there, on the couch, a mostly eaten sandwich in its hands, blinking just as heavily as he was (maybe he had flashbanged it as well when he turned that light on), making direct eye contact with him…
Was something he thought was just a small town boogeyman, a grim fairy tale to keep the kids from being stupid and trusting strangers. The Smiling snatcher, east ridge demon, whatever other fucking nickname this town had for this- This creature. This creature that, even while Sitting down, could tower over him. This creature which was slowly gaining a twisted, malicious grin on its face, its snack placed onto the coffee table next to the beaten up couch.
“Ey Marcus, found anything good?-'' Patrick stopped dead in his tracks next to him, his breath caught in his throat. And based on the pause on the rustling, the other two dumbfucks either saw the creature as it stood through the little kitchen window thing or heard their fearless leader shitting himself-
But they all heard this creature Snicker and glare at them…
And if anyone was near this house- they would have heard all four boys scream bloody murder as it charged forward, a sickening cackle escaping it.
…
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Alex flung their door open with a loud sigh. Just another day working for Lankman, another day of intense guilt and mild annoyance at all the incorrect veligun information stated as truth. They glanced up, blinking for a few seconds….and sighed even louder.
Clyde laid across the couch, a satisfied looking smirk on it’s face, a hand resting on it’s chest and tail flung over the top of the couch. Claw marks lined the walls that weren’t there this morning, a keep plastic table they had gotten a few days ago sat broken in half and they could barely make out the sight of their back kitchen window being both open and broken.
Part of them wanted to ask, part of them wanted to know….but the rest of them was just too tired to give a single shit.
“Hiiiiii Sandwich man~” Cylde purred from it’s spot as Alex passed it. “How was work?” “Same as always, awful and guilt wrecking.” “Hey, at least you have tomorrow off, yes?” “Yeah at least there’s that-” Alex paused, looking back toward Clyde with a raised brow. “.......Clyde?” “Yes?” “......Why do I hear….screaming, coming from you?” The veligun merely smiled larger, it’s clawed fingers tapping across it's chest and shrugged. Alex watched it for a second…sighed and shook their head. “Want a sandwich?” “Yes!” It sat up quickly, a short, muffled chorus of screams and shrieks racing from it’s body. Alex just rolled their eyes and headed into the kitchen, taking a mental note of the four backpacks sat in the corner.
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I 100% support u in everything u say abt zl and everyone else. Ur comics give me life fr
Thanks so much here are some more zhongli facts. (Source: Me)
his house is actually huge but only like 1.5 rooms are navigable because everywhere else is filled with random rocks and trinkets he "bought", hes like Oh the pattern on this cor lapis looks like a bird in flight it would be a shame not to buy it
he is Teyvat's Most Divorced Milf
he owns 7 copies of the same outfit and 1 of hu tao's outfit in his size that she kept trying to make him wear because it would be "cute if the funeral parlor was matching" (He doesnt wear it)
he used to just have his Tits Out all the time but realized when hed be giving orders to the adepti literally nobody would pay attention so he started wearing a shirt
knew shenhe when she was a kid and she would tug on his ponytail all the time and also bite his spear and the spear still has teethmarks in it to this day
every few centuries or so venti and zhongli get divorced again (for fun), the most recent time they tried to get a divorce (lantern rite) they couldn't afford it because Yanfei started hiking up her prices exponentially because she was sick of dealing with their bull shit
he has mastered the art of manipulation which is how he manages to almost always buy everything for the price of free and the manipulation in question is smiling at them shoujo manga love interest style, OR using childes fatui bank funds that he never bothered to change the PIN on, btw childe is in huge trouble with the harbingers for using exponentially more than his allotted share of fatui funds, thats why the last time he was in an event (the one with yoimiya) he was talking about how he has to keep an eye on his spending
xingqiu writes in-universe RPF about Rex Lapis under an alias, and gets into multi-page heated arguments in the comments with keqing (also commenting anonymously) about the characterization in the middle of which is user TartagliaLapis asking if he takes character x reader commissions. xiao went to the AO3 message board or whatever in the dead of night when no one can see him to read the rex lapis fanfiction then he adds another comment like "Rex Lapis would not fucking say that"
zhongli and baizhu play mahjong together with old grandmas at 5 in the morning #enrichment
the first time that zhongli painstakingly made almond tofu for xiao he didnt even eat it because he was like Rex Lapis Made This For Me. I Must Treasure This Forever And Preserve His Culinary Creation For All Of Eternity. and he put it in like one of those glass cases you put anime figures in. next time zhongli visited him he was like Oh dear... was the almond tofu not to your liking? Im sorry :( and xiao almost kills himself right then and there but hes like No my lord it was delicious and perfect like everything you do and he smashes the case open and shoves the entire plate in his mouth and swallows it in one go and starts gagging and choking because he didnt even chew and probably swallowed some glass too and then he faints and wakes up in baizhus office and hes like wtf happened then he sees zhongli waiting by his bedside looking worried and he remembers what he just did and passes out again from the sheer embarrassment
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Chocolate Vanilla Swirl!
Summary: You and Nick have been best friends for years. Obviously you knew that his two triplet brothers were OFF LIMITS..but that doesn't stop something from sparking between you and Matt? Does it?...
Warnings: Fluff, afab!reader, use of y/n, mabye cringe(sorry😭)
Pairings: Matthew sturniolo x Y/n Y/L/N
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Bowling! ʚᰔɞ
After you left Matt's room, you trotted up the stairs into Nick's. He was sitting on his bed, scrolling on his phone as a movie softly played in the background. He looked up to you as you sat on his chair at his desk, and realized you were smiling to yourself.
He smirked, thinking that it was someone on your phone that was making you look so cheerful. So he put his phone down and chuckled. "What's up with you?" You turned to face him, with a confused expression. "You look so happy n shit..and you're smiling to yourself?"
Your breath hitched as you sat up straight, almost choking on your Pepsi that you had sipped. I mean how the fuck are you supposed to say to him?
"oh it's nothing, just your brother ,who you stated MANY times that I shouldn't develop a crush on, has done the smallest action and has me feeling all giddy?"
Yeah. No thanks.
You cleared your throat and set the drink down as you shook your head. "Nothin, just happy that my pizza won."
Nick gasped at you with a fake shocked and betrayed look as he dramatically put a hand to his chest, on the opposite side of where his heart was.
"Ugh! What happened to 'brothers are supposed to stick together'?" He rolled his eyes as you giggled. "That's the wrong side, dummy!" You teased, pointing to the correct side where his heart would be.
He waved you away with a mumbled whatever as he picked his phone back up and continued munching on Doritos. You chuckled once more and then did the same, spinning in his chair to face the desk and then text your other friends.
"How long you guys gonna be gone for?" You questioned, not turning to face him, head deep in your phone as you listened for an answer. "What d'you mean, Boston?"
You nodded and he nodded as well before answering, "two weeks," he sighed, and you groaned. "Oh damn, your parents will be pissed at the amount of times I will facetime you." You both giggled and he shook his head.
"Nah, they like you," he reassured, as you smiled. Then there was a knock at the door.
"what?" Nick groaned, as the door opened to Chris, who waved at you and then turned to Nick.
"Me and Matt wanna go bowling, are you coming?" He asked, pointing to Nick. Nick shook his head and motioned towards you.
"well no, y/n is here?" He replied, as if it were obvious. Chris shrugged and looked at you again. You were dressed fine, you had sneakers and a casual outfit so you were fine.
"She can come?" He stated, as Nick looked towards you and you shrugged.
"Sure, why not? I don't feel like going home right now anyways." You smiled and Chris nodded. And you all walked out of the door.
As you got in the car, you sat in the back with Nick, Chris sat in the passenger seat and Matt, in the driver's.
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As you got there the scored weren't that bad, it was the first round anyways. You guys' plan was to do a round of bowling, play in the arcade and stuff, grab something to eat and if you aren't tired, you might come back to bowling.
It was Chris' turn and now you all were laughing at him and teasing him because of the fact that from the start, he kept yapping about how he "would get a whole bunch of strikes," when now, he hasn't even earned one.
"OH COME ON!" He whined, as the ball knocked over all but four pins and he flipped the screen off as it showed the board read the words STRIKE in big red letters as it then faded away.
Nick jokingly patted his back, pretending to console him, as Chris then flopped on the bench at the booth, shushing you from laughing and shooing you up to take your turn.
You smirked and stood up, going over to the lane, as you grabbed a blue ball with electric blue lightning strikes on it, and you threw it, it rolled, and rolled...you were afraid you would get a gutter until..
STRIKE!!!
You jumped at the loud music playing and Matt and Nick both jumped up, clapping and cheering as Chris' whines and complains worsened, but letting a small "well done..." Slip.
You laughed as Nick high fived you and Matt gave you a fist bump.
You sat down and you were put at the top of the board: you in first, Chris in second, Matt in third, and nick in fourth.
Yall i am so so so sorry for the short ass chapter 😔 i just didnt have much time to do this, but i promise i will try do post bowling pt2 tmr💗💗
Stay safe and lots of love!!! 💓
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Please can we go see the Barbie movie?? - Villains headcanons (+ Hawks)
Dabi:
“What the fuck- why?!” “Because I want to.”
He thinks on it for a few days, he probably doesn’t want to go but… you want to, and it’s not a luxury you often have.
“I’m not wearing fucking pink.” “Okay but I am.” “Whatever. …Make sure it at least looks hot.”
You’ve got on the 90s flames somewhere on that outfit of yours. Probably showing off a bit of skin too, a nice piece of eyecandy for him while you enjoy your snacks and movie.
…Okay this is very bright.
“Do you guys ever think about death” 100% catches him off guard but he secretly loved that line.
He’s a little invested in the plot.
Mostly in your outfit tho-
He has fun! Even if it’s mostly bugging you while you’re enthralled in the movie.
Favourite character? Sasha.
Shigaraki:
He’s a liiiittle more immediately willing to see the movie. It looks funny and he’s more than willing to use “awe man my PARTNER really wanted to go” as an excuse.
You’re not getting him to match you though.
Okay fine he’ll wear ONE (1) pink accessory. Probably a pin but it’s for you, and he’s a fan of you and making you happy.
You on the other hand went FULL out, full pink, holding the gloved hand of your emo ass partner. “✨ Two tickets to the Barbie movie please! 🥰” while the poor cashier is getting death stares from your man.
It’s very bright and happy huh. Some of the jokes are lost on this man, he’s just enjoying the calmness of being at a cinema with you!
Haha Ken’s pretty funny, what a loser-
Wait.
He glances between Ken and you. Oh god.
Is he Ken?!
Though, that’s more of a paranoid thought. While you’re simply perfect and part of his life, it’s obvious he has much more of a life than just pleasing you.
He can’t help but kiss your hand during the movie, smiling towards you fondly. It’s a rare soft moment, one you don’t understand but this stupid movie and this sticky floored cinema means everything to him right now because it’s a calm with you.
(He loves Allen.)
Twice:
“BARBIE?! FUCK YEAH” “FUCK NO!”
He would be… so into this idea. He’s 100% wearing something pink. Earlier seasons? He can’t wear much due to needing to keep his head covered but he’ll work with the accessories. Later seasons? FULL PINK. Man found the cowboy hat he refuses to not wear the cowboy hat.
Unironically he loves Barbie land. Why can’t he be a sentient doll that never needs to eat or sleep and can have girls night every night?
“Wouldn’t you be a Ken?” “Nah, definitely a Barbie.” He’s your Barbie ❤️
Actively boos at the real world in the movie. Barbie is the only redeeming quality of the real world.
At first the themes of the movie go over his head completely, he’s just here for the shenanigans/snacks.
Halfway through the movie he seems to get a bit more invested. Wait- the Barbie movie has a message?!
Oh it has a message.
He’s 100% bawling at the Barbie movie.
He’s changed his mind, he loves being human and holding your hand and feeling these intense emotions towards the stupid doll movie. He loves this stupid doll movie, he won’t stop crying.
Favourite character? The Mattel board members, especially Will Ferrel’s character.
Toga:
“REALLY?? REALLY WE CAN GO? YEAAHHH BARBIE MOVIE IM STEALING THE CUTEST CLOTHES!!”
You’re perfectly matched. It’s the most coordinated set of outfits of all time.
She’s 100% snuggled into your arm regardless of relationship. She’s always wanted to go to the movies with the people she loves!
Barbie is so pretty…
Though, Toga is particularly interested in Ken and Barbie having this odd dynamic of Ken being interested and Barbie being… not so interested.
She worries that maybe her love for others is eclipsing her personality but…
Toga had learned a lot from the LOV, she’s her own person. Always growing. Being with everyone is just a bonus, a huge one.
She LIVES for all the music. I personally believe she’s a CharlieXCX fan-
Favourite character? Gloria. She’s a good, tired mom. Toga would have loved to have a mom like her!
Hawks:
He’s surprisingly agreeable to the idea of seeing it “once it comes out.”
What the dick doesn’t tell you is that he was invited to the premier, and so are you now.
He’s such a show off. He’d paid for you both to have accurate Barbie and Ken fits. It’s a complete surprise to you as you whisper into his ear that if he ever does this again? You’re stealing his credit card and fleeing the country.
Though, for now? The very fancy popcorn (in its biggest serving size) will be enough for your forgiveness.
Past the awkward encounter of dealing with the *pink* carpet, it’s a pretty regular movie date. You get a good spot, in a mostly empty cinema with plenty of snacks.
He’s not the most into this movie, but he mostly enjoys glancing over to you to see how you’re reacting to it.
That and he bought a big hot dog. Normally he’s not supposed to indulge in lower quality foods but lord, it hits a spot.
Ken’s plight is very funny to him.
He also highly appreciates the props, they just look neat.
Admittedly he’s looking at the Mattel higher ups in the movie, he knows it’s meant to be exaggerated but they remind him of the commission.
After the movie? He’s taking you home to really… really appreciate that barbie outfit he got you.
Favourite character? Weird Barbie. I won’t elaborate.
#dabi#mha headcanons#dabi headcanons#dabi mha#bnha shigaraki#tomura shigaraki#shigaraki fluff#shigaraki headcanons#mha toga#bnha toga#toga headcanons#twice#twice fluff#mha twice#barbie#barbie movie#bnha hawks#mha hawks#hawks headcanons
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While not as celebratory as October (MY B-DAY MONTH!) and not yet as festive as December, November is a month that’s always full of promises to me. It’s the month when I usually swear to myself I'll get everything done, so I can try to relax when it's Christmas time. While my productivity levels aren't as consistent as I'd like them to be, my will to be productive certainly is. I'm definitely a list kind of girl, loving making them just as much as I enjoy reading them in magazines and on archive blogs from the 2010s (classygirlswearpearls and rookie magazine, I’m looking at you guys). So what better way to start the month and try to get myself together than by writing a big ole' list? My November Guideline:
To be inspired
On TV: Spencer Hastings, Blair Waldorf, Tanner Hall
I may have only watched a season and a half of Pretty Little Liars, but that absolutely doesn't stop me from loving and pinning essentially every single outfit ever worn by Spencer Hastings on television, EVER. I love the way it's simultaneously classic and dated. I've never been one to fear a dated style or outfits that might one day make me sigh and go, "Oh my God, that was so ten years ago for me." I guess that's my way of contributing to history and experimenting with the millions of inspirations I'm constantly bombarded with via social media. I specifically love this aspect of her style, how she wears what she wants, what she loves, but always communicates a deep appreciation for a more traditional way of dressing.
A lot of the same things can be said about Blair. Again, a character from a TV series I haven't watched all the way through (I can't make it past the first few episodes of season 3, sorry!), who was a pillar of preppiness back in the day, and is still wildly beloved, despite having committed a few fashion faux pas in my opinion. The craziness of it all and even the grandma-ness of it all actually fascinate me about Blair's wardrobe. How she constantly projects a vision of who she needs to be. Spencer does the same, obviously, but with Blair, it's almost like she viewed every day of her life, every problem she needed to face, as a new plotline of an old movie that needed to unravel. For each plotline, she reacted as a different heroine would, and each heroine, naturally, expressed herself differently through fashion. I just love these characters she creates for herself, and I feel like I often have the same instinct to curate an outfit like that when getting ready.
Tanner Hall, directed by Diane von Fürstenberg's daughter, Tatiana, is in the same aesthetic line as the previous mentions. The movie is set in a quintessential New England boarding school, where beiges, browns, and muted greens seem to be the only existent colors. The whole wardrobe is gorgeous, designed by DVF, and the holy grail for all those who are obsessed with an old-time preppiness. While the movie's plot may be flawed, its attempt to portray the delicious whimsy and melancholy of a girlhood that tries to expand inside the claustrophobic gates of the school is genuine and comes from what, to me, is a mixture of personal history and folklorized memories. I really like the softness of it all; you can almost smell the crisp apple scent through the screen.
On the web: 2010s Emma Watson, Silly Lettuce, Eva Meloche
I can't really explain my current fixation on Emma Watson, but I have the feeling it has something to do with the fact I've been looping her Burberry campaigns practically every day. The songs are so reminiscent of a carefree city life, going on long taxi drives in the rain and putting your hands over the steam of your coffee on a cold day in the park with your friend, wet fall leaves on the cement sidewalk. I used to admire Emma Watson a lot when I was younger, and it's nice to rediscover this fondness for her. And let's be honest, she is definitely one of the founders of the gamine community; all I have, I owe to her!
Now, my current admiration for @silly_lettuce on Instagram is totally aesthetic, and I'm not afraid to say it. Gorgeous girl, gorgeous outfits, what's not to love. I could go on and on about her style in general, the silhouettes she wears, the boots, the knee-high socks, but instead, I'll just urge you to check out her page! So timeless, yet so young, fun, fresh, and COOL!!!!
Eva Meloche is a YouTuber I've been watching for as long as I can remember, and not only do I adore the calm energy all of her videos exude, but I also really love her travel stories and spot recommendations in general, which always come in handy. Oh, and, of course, she has impeccable taste. Even though her style is different from mine, I guess I use her content as a way to explore.
To wear
I think it's totally healthy to have an everlasting lust for new clothes and new products. Maybe it's because the holiday energy is already lingering in the air, or maybe it's because I'm fresh out of a father and daughter trip to Paris, but recently, I've been loving to revisit my old favorites. And by old, I mean back-when-I-was-twelve old, which includes:
Red Valentino patterned A-line dresses
Ok, I know they may be a bit too young, but if you get it, you get it, I guess. With some ballerinas or Mary Jane pumps, a cute overcoat, and a nice pair of sunglasses, you'll look positively '60s. Honestly, any A-line dress works, but RED V makes me remember my trips with my grandparents and going shopping with them.
The Cardi-blazer
So basic, I know, but I cannot stop thinking about the Ba&Sh Gaspard cardigan and Guspard blazer. I just love how it elevates a basic outfit. With a pair of jeans and a trench coat over it, it has infinite potential. I can definitely see myself wearing it to a lunch with friends, for some afternoon shopping, or just for a coffee run. I love the Ba&Sh cardi-blazers, specifically because of how cool they look without ever being an "in-your-face" type of item. The buttons are nice and discreet, and the style is put together but not excessively frumpy.
Flap Brogue
Maybe it's the Miu Miu enthusiast in me, but ever since they released the new collection of shoes with Church's (my dad's fave), I've been loving all outfits that include a pair of brogues. I already had a pair of light brown oxfords (which are my one true love), but I really wanted something in black and thought that a pair of flap brogues would be a nice addition. They're perfect to wear with sheer hosiery, a mini jean skirt, and a cozy black sweater to tie it all together.
Statement sweater
Talking about sweaters... I just have so many cool statement ones living in my brain recently; it's a bit concerning. What's better than wearing a huge sweater that screams "look at me" when going out with friends or having a nice dinner party? I've been specifically lusting over two models: the Kritzia glittery, oversized turtlenecks with animal motifs and the Zadig and Voltaire Alma "rock and roll" red one.
Statement everyday shoes
It's so 2016 to talk about Golden Gooses, but... I just love them. I happened to buy them after quite a bit of time resisting after I found myself with soaked ballerinas after a violent rainstorm, soon-to-be late to my lunch reservation. The Golden Goose store was my knight in shining armor, literally, offering me shelter and shoes. And maybe it was the desperation, maybe it was the pink sparkly star, but all I know was that I left that store in a glittery haze, enamored by the sneakers I'd just impulsively bought. No regrets!
To Discover
Maison millais (The Eloise perfume specifically… i need it)
Armocromia
Isak Zenou
Brai (pyjamas)
Louvini
Sekiguchi dolls
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Building a Seasonal Wardrobe
Building a wardrobe isn’t for everyone, especially when you live in an area with severe weather for every season. Luckily, I have a few steps to kickstart your wardrobe for every season, and will teach you how to shop for staple pieces, how to revolve them depending on the weather, and how to style each piece effectively.
1. Let’s start with defining your style. I like to start with a Pinterest moodboard, where I take inspiration from certain celebrities, aesthetics, or media (books, movies, etc). This is arguably the most important step in the process, as it gives you a concise idea of what you want your wardrobe to look like. To add to the seasonal aspect, it’s a good idea to make several of these boards for each season, each matching in style but appropriate for the weather. If you want to get even more creative, it’s also fun to make a physical moodboard out of magazine cutouts or even personal sketches. TikTok is also a great place for inspiration- search up some keywords you might be interested in, and you’ll likely find several people styling outfits based on certain aesthetics.
2. Now for the second most fun part- shopping. As a college student on a budget, I live and breathe thrifting. Goodwill, Salvation Army, and local thrift stores will be your best friend for this. If you have a higher budget, feel free to buy some higher quality pieces for your staple items; as they may hold up longer than thrifted items. The essential part of thrifting staple pieces is finding a base for your seasonal wardrobe. For example: I have more of an indie style, so this winter, my staple pieces are button-down long sleeve henley tops, colored tights, heavy boots, and maxi skirts. These are what you need to find first (referring to your moodboard helps a lot!) in order to begin styling different outfits with just a few pieces.
3. Once you’ve found your base pieces, it’s time to move on to add-ons and accessories. These may be items you already have lying around the house, DIY or repurposed items (scrap fabric, ribbon, etc), or, again, thrifted pieces, if you want something unique. Thankfully, thrifted accessories tend to be cheaper, so getting a good amount of add-ons is going to be the key to making each outfit in your seasonal wardrobe unique. Personally, I think belts, scarves, statement necklaces, pins, and keychains, are the best for accessorizing, as they’re small and easy to repurpose (i.e. scarves as belts, keychains on belt loops or purse straps). For colder seasons, cardigans are also perfect accessories and can be styled in so many different ways- “grandpa” sweaters are also super in right now and are great for styling, whether it’s tucked into a skirt, oversized with some wool tights and knee-high boots, or casual with some yoga pants.
4. So you’ve done your research, your shopping, and your organizing. Now what? This is where the true wardrobe building comes into play. Start putting on the items you’ve gathered. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy or even cohesive, but this is the physical version of brainstorming. Sometimes you’ll put together something visually insane, and realize, “Oh- I kind of like this!”. You may even find yourself stepping out of your comfort zone as you mix and match items. These “rough draft” outfits are essential to your final wardrobe, and it may be a good idea to take pictures of them to refer back to later and remind yourself what you liked or disliked.
5. This is arguably the toughest part of wardrobe building: finalizing your styling. As tedious as this is, it’s extremely helpful in the long run on mornings where you’re scrambling to find something decent to wear before school or work. This is where you truly start accessorizing and adding bits and bobs to the outfits you’ve started to put together. This is also a great time to experiment with hair and makeup if you feel comfortable- those can really pull an outfit together, especially considering the seasonal aspect. Again, take pictures- you’ll want these when you’re trying to remember that super cool outfit you put together! At this point, you’ve pretty much done all the work needed. The best part is you can truly do anything you want- tweak whatever you’d like as you go, and one quote from Coco Chanel I always like to take into consideration when putting an eye-catching outfit together is “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and take one thing off.”.
You now have your seasonal capsule wardrobe, so go out and flaunt it! Whether it’s a breezy dress for spring or a patterned scarf for fall, you’ve built a wardrobe personalized to your own tastes, needs, and seasonal wants.
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I LOVE Old Haunts ❤️❤️❤️❤️
A few questions:
Do you have a link to your Pinterest???? I'd love to see your inspiration
Would you ever do a post for Chrissy's outfits during the 1986 timeframe? We don't really see her outwith the cheerleading uniform but I feel you would come up with something great
Also would you do further outfit posts on 90s Chrissy for fall, Christmas and spring/summer?
No pressure though 💐
Oh! Thank you! 🥰🥰🥰
I actually have been moving my pins to a new account I just made that’s dedicated only to hellcheer (some plain st stuff too) and my fics. I was using my personal one for everything before and it was sort of haphazard. You’re more than welcome to check it out, not everything’s transferred over yet and it still needs some work, but lots of stuff to see if you’re interested: https://pin.it/1lCFbpQ
DISCLAIMER: All boards are just concepts and ideas, nothing pinned means it’s necessarily OH canon (just so I don’t start controversies over the wedding dress, I haven’t decided on a particular one yet, but I do want it to be a little vintage cause I think Chrissy might wear May’s old dress 😭😭😭)
Oh anon, ask and ye shall receive! I have so many pins for her 80s highschool looks, you’re more than welcome to see the rest on the board, but here’s a preview:
So, we only ever had these two outfits outside of her cheer uniform
So, I’ve always assumed my girl likes her pastels 😝 (the pink sleeveless dress is probably a homecoming look, I side with Captain Grace and go along with her headcanon that she had a yellow/gold prom dress even though instinctively I’d have thought blue or pink)
And yesss 90s fall! She really is quite taken with brown 🤎🤎🤎
And some Christmas/New Years looks, she goes all out for Christmas, it’s her favorite holiday:
And my favorite thing is that being a 90s mom, you know for a fact she and the girls got the matching Christmas dresses from Sears like this:
because she had to, it’s a right of passage 🤣
And also she totally rocked one of these flannel granny night dresses their first Christmas in Chicago when she was pregnant with Livvy:
#chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham core#hellcheer#eddie x chrissy#eddissy#old haunts chrissy#munningham#chrissy x eddie#hellcheer fanfiction#hellcheer fanfic#old haunts#anon ask
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Thou Shalt Not Fall: The Past - Quarantine
Link wakes up in a place he doesn't recognize, but that's the least of his problems. Fun fact: this has been called 'Waking Up in Vegas' in my doc for months.
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Link woke up in a dark room.
The bed was comfortable, the quilt covering it was thick and warm, though knowing that it wasn't his bed put him on edge. When he sat up and looked around, the only source of light was a lantern sitting on a small desk on the other side of the room, but he found he didn't need too much light. Odd. He had a closet, though it was mostly empty except for his boots, a vanity with a covered mirror sat against a wall on the wall that faced his foot board. The only thing he found lacking was the fact that there wasn't a single window in the bedroom.
Overall, the room was modest, but he didn't need anything more.
He had no idea how he got there though. He tried to dig through his memories, but he could only remember starving and how nothing he ate seemed to help. He remembered wondering if he was going to die. Come to think of it, it he felt much better – the hunger mostly was replaced with a strange ache in his jaw, but he would rather have the aches than the strange insatiable hunger. He was still kind of hungry, but he didn't feel like he was starving.
Link shoved all those thoughts in the back of his mind. He had to figure out where he was. He got out of bed, his bare feet meeting with the surprisingly not-cool stone floor. The heavy, wooden door in the corner was closed but when he jiggled the handle, he found it was unlocked.
His room was near the end of a hallway that seemed to open up to large, open room. There were more doors and hallways that lead away from the open room, but the centrepiece of the room seemed to be a large, ornate fireplace. It took most of the wall and it was tall enough that a person could walk inside of it. All along the edges of the opening were carvings, though he couldn't see any of the details at the distance he was at. Around the fireplace were sofas with people sitting on them.
“Oh, you're awake!”
Link nearly jumped out of his skin. Next to his room was a young lady with blonde hair tied back into a braid. She was gearing a grey dress with a black apron. Somehow, he completely missed her. “I'll inform Lady Elena. Please wait in your room.”
With a nod, he stepped back inside his dark room, taking a seat on his bed as he waited for Lady Elena, whoever she was. Zelda was slowly introducing him to the nobles but he had yet to hear about a Lady Elena.
The door opened and another woman walked into his room. On the surface, she seemed like a normal Hylian. She was of average height, had long, blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back in waves, and grey eyes that regarded him with warmth. A knee-length, purple dress hugged her figure tightly, and attached to a sash around her waist was a long, black train. Black leather boots, tied in the front, went up to her knees. To add just a little more balance to her outfit, she had some sort of black, floral ornament pinned to her hair on her left side.
“Good Evening, Link. My name is Elena. Do you know why you're here?”
He simply shook his head. He wished Proxi was here.
“Allow me to explain, then,” she mumbled, taking a step closer to his bed. She tilted her head slightly. “Do you feel any different?”
He opened his mouth to explain the ache when he finally realized something else was wrong his mouth. He ran his tongue over his teeth, only to find that his canines were definitely longer and sharper than they should be. How did he miss that before? There was also a strange, metallic taste in his mouth. Elena stepped in front of him, grabbing his chin and pushing his head up.
In a split second, her eyes changed colour. Yellow replaced grey. There was a red ring on the outside, surrounding the yellow. Her canines were also longer, just poking out from her lips.
“What the...?”
“I am a vampire. Vampires are beings that exist almost purely in the shadows. There's a lot that makes us different from normal Hylians, but I suppose the most defining trait of ours is that we need to drink blood to survive. Somehow, you've managed to join our ranks and while Princess Zelda has apparently acknowledged that we had nothing to do with that, we're all in a bit of a predicament now.”
Link shook his head. “I'm not like that...”
He could feel the teeth, the long fangs that made his jaws ache and had him tripping over his own words trying to adjust to them, but he couldn't believe he was a vampire. He was a hero chosen by the goddesses, he could wield a sword that repel evil. How could he of all people have turned into something that drinks blood?
Elena cocked her head to the side, then walked over to the vanity with the covered mirror. She pulled the cover off. “Take a look.”
He leapt to his feet, slamming his hands onto the vanity to lean into the mirror. The same yellow and red eyes she had stared back at him in confusion. A mouth with four teeth that were too long frowned when he frowned. Link looked for anything, anything, in the mirror that could somehow tell him that the reflection in the mirror was not his own but he came up empty. The man in the mirror had the same burn scars from Volga and wore the same clothes.
“I can't be a vampire...” he repeated to himself.
“I'd also like it if the Hero of Hyrule wasn't a vampire. It complicates things. Link, Zelda sent her general and a child to deliver you here, in the hopes that me and my coven here could help you adjust to your new life. So you have two choices – you stay here until I'm confident that you can keep the existence of vampires a secret, or I can take your head right here and put you out of your misery. Adjusting will be hard, especially since you're so... malnourished, but I don't think the Princess would ask for my help if she thought you couldn't do it. She could have killed you quite easily herself and save everybody the trip.”
“How... can you help?”
“I can help you pass for a normal Hylian,” Elena said, blinking hard. Her eyes were back to grey and her teeth no longer poked out. “We'll help you learn how to put your fangs away, how to appropriately source blood... you know, everything one might need to know to be a polite vampire who won't give us all a bad name here.”
“This is hardly a choice,” he muttered. “Either I learn or I'm dead.”
She smirked and snapped her fingers. “Exactly. You might be the Hero of Hyrule, but you won't be anything compared to a vampire who has lived for as long as I have. I can make your death a quick one if you really don't want to be a vampire.”
Link swallowed hard. “If Zelda believes in me... then I guess I have to.”
“That's the spirit. You stay here, I'll be back in just a moment.”
Link let out a curse when she left and fell backwards into his bed. He located a pillow, held it over his face, and screamed. A vampire. A fucking vampire. How the fuck did he become a vampire? He didn't even know what a vampire was until two minutes ago! Maybe Zelda sent off him so she wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. What would Mask and Tune say? Did he even have a future in the military anymore?
A certain smell, a smell he could smell even with the pillow in his face, pulled him out of his thoughts. He threw the pillow off his face his and found that Elena returned, holding a dark mug in her hands. “Drink up. You need to build your strength. You almost died from starvation.”
He sighed and sat up, taking the glass. He looked inside and found a dark liquid. It took him a second to realize that the smell was that of blood. She handed him a mug filled with blood. It made him drool, actually drool, but before he could even wipe his chin dry or even think about what he was doing, Link was bringing the mug to his lips. The metallic taste of blood hit his tongue and suddenly, he came aware of just how dry his mouth was and how much his throat ached. It was like he was sparing for eight hours straight without a glass of water.
Link wasn't unfamiliar with the taste of blood. He split his lip before, sometimes he tasted blood when he bit his lips, and once he got punched in the face and the blood from his nose leaked into his mouth. However, it tasted different now, except not really, but he couldn't really describe it. It was still metallic but somehow, that became the best taste in the world. It had no right being so good. It was the answer to every craving he ever had in his entire life.
Within seconds, the mug was empty and that wasn't enough. He need more -
“That's enough,” Elena said. “I need a better idea of how it settles with you before I give you more. In the mean time, get some rest.”
“I don't think I can sleep.”
“Shall I use hypnosis? I can put you to sleep right now.”
Hypnosis? He supposed that couldn't be the strangest thing he heard of today. He looked up at her with a frown.
“Maybe once to see what it feels-”
He found himself gazing into glowing yellow eyes and after that, he couldn't remember anything.
“You know you need to drink blood, right?”
It wasn't Elena who came to see him when he woke up next but who he guessed must have been other vampires judging by the way they made his skin crawl. It didn't take long for him to decide that he liked Elena better than the two girls who were trying to get him to drink another cup of blood that he didn't feel like drinking. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry for it – he was starving and that weird craving from earlier was back – he just didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he needed it.
So Link was busy sitting on the corner of his bed, in the corner of his room, trying to ignore the two similar looking girls – probably sisters – and their stupid cup of blood.
“Do we really have to get Elena in you to use hypnosis on you again?”
“I only said she could do it once.” He was still trying to figure out how to talk with his stupid, overgrown teeth. He glared at them. The sisters looked to be somebody was maybe a younger teen and the other looked to be in their early twenties at most. They had rounded ears and dark hair that they tied up into long ponytails, but the could still see the curls. One was taller and the other had a different shade of brown in her eyes.
“You still gotta drink it,” the younger of the two stated, tilting her head slightly. “It's not a choice for us, you know.”
“I want to talk to Elena.”
“Fine, suits us,” the older one muttered, rolling her eyes. “Come on, Beth.”
The two of them left. He was still in his corner, picking at his nails, when Elena came in after what felt like several hours. He wasn't sure how much time passed since he had no windows or anything else to tell time with. He wasn't even sure how many days passed since he was last at the castle. It could have been two days, it could have five. He had no idea.
“I know it isn't easy for new vampires to accept it, but you do need blood.”
Link merely glared at her. She was wearing something new – a red floor length dress with long sleeves. She was frowning as she crossed her arms.
“You arrived here not in your right mind. They had to tie you up in castle to keep you from hurting anybody because you tried to attack anything with a pulse. That's what happens when a vampire doesn't get the blood they need. I have to protect the Hylians in my service, so if you won't drink it yourself, I will shove it down your throat so that doesn't happen. If you continue to refuse to cooperate, I'll take it as a sign that you don't want to be a vampire anymore and we've already discussed what that means.”
“I...” Her threat barely registered. Link couldn't remember attacking anybody. If he actually hurt anybody, he wasn't sure if he could forgive himself, especially if it was Tune or Mask he hurt. He was attached to them, like they were the little brothers he always wanted, but did they even like him anymore?
Elena snapped her fingers. “Link.”
His eyes snapped to her fingers.
“If you want to prevent such episodes in the future, you're going to need to drink the damn blood. We drink blood to survive. It's not some sort of dessert that you can skip, got it? If you go without blood and you start starving, your vampire instincts will fight for survival. Nobody knew you were a vampire at the castle, not even you, so it's forgivable that you tried to find a source of blood when on the edge of death. Now that you know, though? Why, it would be your fault if somebody got hurt or died because you're too good to drink blood.”
Before Link knew what he was doing, a vicious hiss tore from his throat. His fingers curled into the sheets, practically tearing through them as he attempted to reign in some of the sudden anger.
“Facts are facts, Link. You need the blood. You need to get used to digesting it and that's why I can only you give you a little at time. However, you are not at the liberty of skipping meals when I send them to you. If you ever want to see the friends who cared enough to send you my way again, you will cooperate.”
He didn't say anything, but Elena seemed to take his silence for an answer. She disappeared and came back with the cup of blood he rejected earlier. The smell hit him as soon as it was in his hands and for a second, Link wondered how he could have ever said no to such a delicious smell. Then, he reminded himself that it was blood, and he didn't know how the blood was sourced, and it made his stomach curl up at the thought of it. Delicious yet nauseating.
When he brought it to his lips, any thought of being concerned of where the blood was coming from disappeared. All Link could think about was that he needed more of it. Once he downed the mug, he licked the inside of it to extract every drop. He licked his lips and his oversized teeth. Then he wanted to throw it all back up when he realized how gross it was that he was so excited for it. Elena frowned.
“Hmph, now you like it? You're overthinking it. It's just blood. You need it to survive and you need it to heal. You of all people must know that sometimes we have to do unsavoury things to survive.”
Link frowned. She was right. His world was one where he had to kill to avoid getting killed himself, or watching the people he cared about more getting killed. He would be the first to admit that sometimes he was a bit brutal in that regard.
“Try to get some more sleep, alright? The faster you recover from the transformation, the faster you can hide your fangs and go back out into society.”
He handed the glass back – and it occurred to him that he didn't do this before he passed out last time – and tucked himself in. It wasn't like he had anything else he could do.
At some point, Elena came in every day for something other than blood.
“The fangs are retractable. If you're fully recovered and in control of yourself, you should be able to hide them just by thinking of it. It's like flexing a muscle.”
Link wasn't that great with magic, but if he could manage to use some of it, then surely he could hide his fangs. It would almost feel like he wasn't a vampire if he could simply hide the most obvious signs of being a vampire. He never thought that he would miss the fact that he used to have blue eyes, but there was the strange reality of his situation.
He kept the image of what he used to look like in his head, thought about the blue eyes he inherited from his mother and the lack of long, pointy fangs in his mouth, and thought about really wanting to go back to that. He thought about the fangs simply vanishing. He even thought about simply being Hylian.
None of it worked. He could still feel his too long and too pointy teeth when he ran his tongue over his teeth. He frowned.
“It's fine, Link. It could just be that you haven't completely recovered yet. It's possible that you just need some more time to figure it out. Nobody gets it on their first try.”
Huh. He found himself looking at his bed sheets instead.
“Just keep trying. You'll figure it out. I know you will.”
The first time he finally managed to put his fangs away, he almost cheered. Link watched himself in the mirror a couple of times, popping his fangs in and out of his mouth until it started making his gums hurt, so he decided to stop. Besides, it was eerie to watch his eyes change at the same time. He still wasn't used to seeing himself with anything besides blue eyes because he covered up the mirror for a while.
“How long have I been here for?”
Ever since he shooed off the sisters, most of his interactions were with Elena. He saw the other vampires – two more in addition to Elena and the sisters – but they seemed to steer clear of his room for the most part unless they had to bring him his blood serving. They only one who introduced himself with a taller guy with red hair named Walter and then there was the younger girl, Beth. Beth's older sister and what looked to be a older teen, somebody that was probably closer to Tune in age, were still a mystery to him.
“Two weeks,” Elena said. It took him an entire week before he could put his teeth away? Damn. “Being able to put your fangs away is a good sign. It means you're well fed and you're starting to gain some control over your powers. I've never seen it take a week but everybody learns at their own pace. You might be ready to leave the room soon as long as you're accompanied by another vampire.”
Link sighed. Elena hasn't let him leave his room since he arrived, saying that he couldn't be trusted to be around the Hylian servants if he had no control over his powers – the inability retract his fangs despite being 'healed' was proof of that – so he just drank the blood they gave him, slept a lot since he was still quite exhausted, and he read the books that Elena would bring him sometimes. It felt like he was cooped up in there for much longer than two weeks though but he supposed if only received one set of letters from his friends at the castle and just some of his extra clothing, he couldn't have been gone for that long.
“I don't think they like me.”
“Oh, Walter's been waiting to question you. He's a scholar at heart, he'll talk forever if you let him. Beth is a sweet girl, I don't think you being snippy at first will chase her away. As for Marcus and Audrey... well, I guess they just don't like the idea of our coven expanding.”
In other words, he threw a stick into a wheel spoke of a perfectly good carriage. It wasn't like he signed up to be a vampire. If he had a choice, he wouldn't be here. In fact, still wasn't sure how he became a vampire in the first place. He felt a bit different once he came to the castle after fighting Cia, but why should she want to turn him into a vampire? Was that what he got for rejecting her for the last time? Did she think he could get to him by making him into some sort undesirable monster? Did she want him to be reminded of her every time he had to drink blood?
“They'll get over it. They have little choice in the matter. I get to decide who belongs in the coven, and you'll always have a place here.”
“... really?” Link couldn't see himself living with vampires but he appreciated the sentiment. Maybe he would live with them one day, if he retired form the military or if he was no longer welcomed there. He knew Zelda and Impa cared from their letters and they apparently had no problems with the fact that he was a vampire now, but he couldn't predict how the rest of the military would feel. The thought of being turned on again made his stomach ache.
“Of course. We'll always be here. Us vampires in Hyrule have to stick together. I still don't know how you became a vampire, but I see you as a little brother. You're taller than me... but I've got more than a thousand years on you,” she said with a smirk. Link almost hurt his neck whipping his head so fast to see her face. He felt his fangs pop out on their own accord. Damn, if he was in front of anyone else, he would have just blown his secret. Even in front of Elena, he would be embarrassed if he wasn't so surprised. He thought he finally had control over his fangs.
She tilted her head slightly.
“What's the matter?”
“You've been alive for more than a thousand years?” His voice was louder than he meant to be but nobody told him that vampires could live that long. They just said he needed to drink blood or he would lose his mind and attack his friends and he knew that Elena had hypnotic eyes, but that was about it.
“Vampires don't die of old age. We will always look the way we did when we were turned, except for superficial changes, of course. We can cut our hair and it'll grow back, for example. That isn't say we're completely immortal – we can be killed – but neither age nor disease will end our lives.”
“Then what does kill a vampire? I'm guessing it's not the same things that can kill a regular person.”
“Kind of,” she said, tilting her hand side-to-side. “Humans can't survive being staked through the heart, decapitation, or complete immolation and neither can we. Sunlight will set us on fire. We can starve to death if we don't get blood. We can regenerate a great deal though, so what doesn't kill us is more inconvenient than anything else.”
“I can't be in the sun? How I'm supposed to work?”
“You'll find a way.”
“Why am I only finding out about this stuff after two weeks?”
“We were focusing on your recovery and making sure you were getting used to drinking blood. Besides, if we told you everything at once, while you were already upset about being turned into a vampire, you'd get even more overwhelmed.”
Link sighed. Elena had a point.
“But know that you're ready, we can talk a lot more now. Come, let me show you around.”
So this chapter has been mostly finished for a while, so the next update will take a lot longer because I still have to write most of it.
#catreginae: thou shalt not fall#linked universe#linked universe fanfic#linkeduniverse#lu warriors#my writing
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Risotto and Fashion!
again, the same as the prosciutto and formaggio posts! i have to say, this post has been one of my favourites so far and he’s been so fun to search for outfits for since his style is something i feel more comfortable choosing outfits for.
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Balmain
honestly, i love all of these. risotto in that oversized striped sweater would be so 💞💞. i kind of feel like when i see leather or stripes in all these fashion brands i look at i associate them with risotto but i think he would look so good in these. i don’t have much else to say yet again just like all these fashion posts but i think i started off with some strong choices lmaooo. anyway, here’s the outfits:
Gucci
okay so i wanna start off by saying i don’t necessarily think he would wear these but i do think he would look real good in them. i think he’d look real good in a suit in general tbh. especially wearing gloves omg 😭💗 moodboard time!:
Saint Laurent:
i already said this before but i feel like when i see leather in these outfits i immediately associate it with risotto but he would look sooooo good in that black lace up leather shirt oh my 😭💞 honestly, picturing him in all of these outfits makes me 💕💞💗💓💖 anndddd the moodboard:
Versace
okay i was actually looking for outfit inspiration for myself when i stumbled across some of these collections and oh my god i just had to include them. that striped sweater with the safety pin necklace? oml risotto in that 💗💗💗💗 overall, i kinda struggled with versace after the first couple of images because all the stuff i was seeing was i dunno a bit too bling i guess and i don’t think it would be something i could see risotto in lmaoooo. anyway here’s the moodboard!:
Alexander McQueen
this is another one where i don’t think risotto would necessarily wear all of these but he would look really good in them. i can picture him wearing the outfits with the leather jackets though. he’s definitely a guy who owns his fair share of leather jackets lmaooo. also imagine him in that pinstripe suit 😭💕 okay anyway here’s the moodboard so you can all see what i’m talking about (i should really put the boards first before i start talking ahhh):
Moschino
god there was sooo many i found for him when looking at these outfits and i love all of them so much. but i limited myself and chose 6 again. honestly i don’t even have a favourite out of these because i love them all so much and he would look amazing in them all 😭💗 here’s the moodboard!:
if you read this whole thing, thank you again. i think this one was a bit shorter than the other two but i’ve been coming back and forth from this draft so much that i thought it was about time i posted it. hopefully the next one of these i post will be illuso! i have started on it so it should come soon :)
#jjba headcanons#jjba hcs#jjba la squadra#jojo la squadra#la squadra headcanons#risotto#risotto nero#jjba risotto#jojo risotto#jjba risotto nero#jojo risotto nero#risotto headcanons#risotto nero headcanons#risotto nero hcs#risotto nero hc#risotto hcs#risotto hc
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Fashion Faux Paw CH4
This chapter is where things start to change a little bit! The art was done by @insertchatnoirpunhere Thank you so much for working with me, Boots!! Please show them some love for their art, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Chapter 4
The following morning, Marinette silenced her blog updates to prevent her phone from overheating. How did celebrities put up with it? Not to mention, her comments section threatened to burst with inquiries about Chat Noir’s identity, a detail she didn’t want to think about.
It was a quiet Saturday in Paris, the warm weather drawing Marinette out onto her balcony to design more outfits for Chat Noir to model. The options were endless now that he was detransformed, but Marinette couldn’t quite pin down a look she wanted to show off. What would people want to see more — a bomber jacket or a set of overalls? Which one complimented Chat Noir’s lanky limbs more? Should she design a hat to go with it? What about his cat ears? The cat ears were essential! Maybe she could incorporate the cat ears into the hat?
Marinette chewed her lip as she sketched a beret with cat ears sticking out of the top. Examining her work, she stifled a laugh at how funny the cat ears looked with the rest of the ensemble. Perhaps the outfit didn’t need a hat, but even though the ears didn’t match the outfit on the page, Marinette found them too amusing to erase. What if she designed a sweater to go with them? And little cat mittens!
Biting back a smirk, she sketched several cat-themed accessories as well as t-shirts, a dress, socks. After an hour, she had a whole page filled with silly cat designs fit for the silly cat king himself. They were a fun distraction, but Marinette couldn’t seriously make any of them. Unless…
She jumped up and crawled through her skylight. Chat Noir was always pranking Ladybug, so perhaps it was about time she pranked him back. Granted, no one would know it was revenge except her, but she was content being satisfied in secret. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.
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That evening, Marinette’s cheeks ached from the effort of containing her grin. She paced the floor of her bedroom, checking the time after every loop. Her prank outfit was already folded neatly behind the screen, ready for her goofy cat boy to wear them. Of course, she’d prepared a serious outfit as well. She didn’t want her blog to suffer just for a few laughs. The cat outfit would be a little bonus.
Footsteps squeaked on the stairs leading to her trapdoor, and Alya poked her head through with a mischievous beam.
“I brought some bargaining chips!” She sang, holding up a wooden board with an assortment of fancy cheeses. “I might have taken some of them from the Grand Paris kitchen where my mom works, but I figured that little kitten wouldn’t talk for just any old store bought cheese.”
“Alya-”
“What? You said I couldn’t speculate about Chat Noir’s identity, which I’m not, but I have some questions about how the Miraculous works. This is for my own personal research, not for the blog, I promise.” Alya held up her right hand. She crossed the room to set her cheese board on the desk. “So, what do you have for boy wonder to model today?”
“Oh, you’ll see.” Marinette bit back a smirk.
Three taps sounded on her window as if on cue, and Marinette paced over to open it. Chat Noir leaned into her face with one of his boyish grins, perching precariously on the top of his baton.
“I’m ready for my close up,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Marinette stifled a giggle, stepping aside to let him in. “I’ve got the purrfect outfit for you today.”
“Nice pun! You really know how to make a cat feel at home, Marinette,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re both hilarious. Hurry up and get changed. I have questions for your kwami.” Alya ushered him behind the screen and pulled it closed.
Green light illuminated the room, and Plagg floated out from behind the screen, b-lining straight for the cheese. Alya slid the board out of the way and cocked a hip.
“You get cheese if you answer my questions,” she said.
“You drive a hard bargain, lady!” Plagg moaned. “But fine, what do you want to know?”
“What does it feel like when you fuse with the ring?” Alya asked, wasting no time.
Plagg crossed his arms over his chest, so Alya offered him a piece of cheese.
“It’s kind of like having one of those dreams where you can fly or do anything you want. You’ve got so much energy, at least, until your holder uses their power. Then it’s like you’re on the final stretch of a marathon, and you’re doing everything you can to keep going.” Plagg shoved the whole wedge of cheese in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before adding, “The best part of the whole ordeal is getting to eat a delicious wheel of Camembert afterward to recharge. I’ve never met a finer cheese.”
“Fascinating.”
Marinette’s leg bounced while Chat Noir changed, heart racing. She could already picture the memes she was gonna tease him with on their next patrol. Maybe she’d bombard his cat phone with them as payback for all of the memes he sent her on a daily basis. And for all the LadyNoir forums she was sure he started.
Chat Noir burst out from behind the screen, landing in his signature pose with a wide grin. Green pawprints adorned the buttons of his black overalls, a long-sleeved green sweater with black cat heads trailing up the arms underneath. Surprisingly silky blond hair peeked out from under a black cat-eared beret — he wasn’t kidding about the conditioner.
Marinette threw her head back with a laugh.
“Okay, now this is the best thing you’ve ever designed!” he said.
“Wait, you like it?” Marinette sobered.
“Yeah! It’s awesome. You really captured my sweet sense of style.” He turned to admire his outfit from all angles in the mirror.
“It is pretty cute.” Alya concurred.
“You can’t be serious.” Marinette giggled. “The cat outfit was supposed to be a joke.”
“I dunno, Marinette. Making Chat Noir merch might actually be good for you. You could even set up a shop to sell some stuff and bring in some cash on the side. With as much attention as your Chat Noir photos are getting, I think people would be more than willing to buy some things to match their favorite superhero,” Alya said.
“Alya’s right. The people of Paris love showing their support for me and Ladybug. I’d be happy to give your designs the official Chat Noir seal of approval.” He winked.
Marinette blinked a few times to ensure she wasn’t dreaming. They couldn’t be serious, could they?
“I guess I can put the idea out there and see what people think…” She pursed her lips.
“Totally, it can’t hurt to- ahh!” Alya’s hands flew to her cheeks. She crouched beside Marinette’s desk where Plagg laid on the empty cheese tray, patting his swollen belly with a belch, all of her ammunition consumed in mere minutes.
“Hey, you were supposed to answer questions to get those!” She chided, but Plagg paid her no mind.
Chat Noir placed his hands on his hips with a sigh. “Told you. He’s a pig.”
“This isn’t over.” Alya crossed her arms over her chest with a pout. She stood up and retrieved her phone, swiping open her camera. “Let’s get some pics of your merch. I’m telling you people are going to go crazy for this stuff.”
“Your prank was actually a genius idea, Marinette. I can’t wait to wear your designs openly around Paris with everyone,” Chat Noir said.
Marinette smiled. It wouldn’t hurt to put the idea out. Who knew? Maybe people would be interested in buying her designs, even if she found them silly herself.
The next day, her blogs comments were full of inquiries on where to buy the Chat Noir merch, just like Alya predicted. Marinette didn’t really get it, but she supposed Chat Noir was a symbol of hope among Parisians. Wearing their support wasn’t a bad idea, so Marinette spent every free moment at school coming up with more designs.
“Are those for your Chat Noir collection?”
Marinette jumped at Adrien’s voice over her shoulder. She’d been so lost in her work she hadn’t noticed him leaning against the table watching her. He offered her an apologetic smile and turned his attention back to her sketchbook.
“I think selling hero merch is a great idea. More people will see your clothes and ask where they came from. Pretty soon everyone in Paris will know your name,” he said.
“You don’t think it’s too silly? I want people to take my brand seriously.” Marinette sat back, examining the cat-eared headband she’d just finished shading.
Adrien shook his head, perfect blond strands shaking side to side. “Not at all. I think it’s a smart way to get your name out there.”
Marinette sat up straighter, her cheeks warming with delight. If Adrien was on board, then maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He’d look so cute in a set of cat ears! And a little cat sweater. Maybe with a pawprint belt to match… Oh, she had so many more ideas! She couldn’t wait to see Adrien in her clothes. She’d have to stitch his herself, then she could gift them to him in person and tell him she made them special for him because he’s so special to her. He'd see how lovingly she’d crafted each piece just for him and fall madly in love with her. They’d go on a date, eat Andre’s soulmate ice cream and be bound together forever!
“Marinette?” Alya snapped her fingers in front of Marinette’s face. “The bell rang, girl.”
“Oh, sorry!” Marinette scrambled to shove her sketchbook into her schoolbag.
“Got any designs we can sell?” Alya asked as they walked.
“A few.” She nodded. “I kinda wish people cared this much about my other designs, but if this gets my name out there, then maybe I can introduce other stuff in the future.”
“That’s the spirit!” Alya draped an arm over her shoulders. “I’ll totally help you set up shop and keep track of orders. This cat merch is gonna sell like your dad’s hot croissants.”
“Yeah, I guess…” Marinette pursed her lips.
Everyone was right. Merch would be good for her, but deep down, Marinette didn’t want her name to be associated with Chat Noir forever. The whole reason she agreed to let him model was to get her name out there, but it felt like she was making Chat Noir more popular every time she posted. Sure, her blog got a lot of hits, but most of the comments were about Chat Noir looking cute instead of her designs. Maybe she was being paranoid. People were complimenting the cat clothes, and they’d get the word out about her brand, like Adrien said. It irked her, but building a reputation took time. At the very least, goofy cat-ears were a start. So she told herself.
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Hi lovely! I love how you flesh out your ocs, so I was wondering if you had any tips on how you develop them/your process. I was also wondering what inspires their appearance and their fashion sense. What inspires you to give them a certain name? I'm loving all your oc lore, it's super interesting! ❤️❤️
hi!!! it really makes me happy that you’re enjoying learning about my ocs because i genuinely think i’ve gotten better at developing them sjdjsjsj thank you so much 🥹 i got rambly with my answers so under the cut !!
ok so i don’t think i have a fixed process but most of the time i start with the name then i find a fc that matches that or the other way around ykwim (like madelyn cline looks like a loren to me, maia mitchell looks like a kirsten, etc) + i always give them names that i wish i had lololol and this is just a me thing that you totally do not have to do but sometimes i pick names that would look good to me in my “ro x oc” tag LMFAO like one reason i picked the name loren for my a-mancer in golden is because “asher x loren” looks pleasing to me. but yeah it’s just a small thing it’s not important dhajsnsjs oh and i also wanna be able to imagine their ro saying their name hehe
as for the appearance i usually just follow their face claim because i’m not really good with character design. sobs. for their fashion, i just play around with it tbh until something feels right. like i’m always moving pins from one board to another djdjsks sometimes seeing those faceless aesthetic pictures on pinterest also help me because the body type is similar to this oc or their hair is the same as this oc and it helps create this image of my character in that outfit
for personality, i’m usually only able to really develop them when there’s a demo out. similar to what i think everybody does, i pick the choices that feel most fitting for my oc then i branch out from there and start making headcanons. but if there’s no demo, it really helps that there’s a bit of me in all my ocs like emory’s eldest daughter guilt or jasmine’s love-hate relationship with her parents, etc. then by the time a demo comes out, i already know what kind of choices i’ll pick for them
but it’s different for athalia because i was already developing her before i even found an if for her. the first thing about her i was sure of was that she was gonna be an older sister. also because i found two face claims that look alike and i decided i’d make them sister ocs lmao but yeah before i put her in circuit, she already had like a general personality—independent, headstrong and an adrenaline junkie. so the only part that i stressed over was which of the ros would be the best for her and decided on roman because i wanted an oc who would be equally pissed at him and athalia felt right for the job <3
if worse comes to worst and my creative block is being a bitch, i let pinterest decide 😭😭😭 like i’ll see a pin and whichever oc first comes to mind earns that pin in their board and for some reason, it works for me
in a nutshell, i don’t force my ocs into a certain -core or headcanon if i really can’t imagine them in it. like for example, maya has great chemistry with kaidan and phoenix but i can’t imagine her in a poly because i can’t imagine her liking kaidan in that way. something like that hehehe i made a mistake of forcing my earlier ocs in a certain aesthetic that i ended up having a hard time fleshing them out. now i just treat my ocs like people and let them develop on their own in my head. if they don’t wanna be fleshed out right now, i don’t force it shdjjs
#just take this as a suggestion though because there are so many people who actually have more fleshed out ocs with backstories and all 😭#but thank you again for the ask <3#nikka answers
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Miraculous Descendent Chapter 27: The Smell of Royalty
Previous Chapter
Ladybug and Cat Noir are currently chasing after another Akuma. Said Akuma making the Eiffel Tower vanish before people's eyes earlier.
The Akuma is a male teen with slightly tanned skin, brown eyes behind a black domino mask, and brown hair under a magician top hat. Matching this, the Akuma wore a stereotypical magician outfit and had a wand.
Ladybug is already in her winter seams suit and is trying to freeze the Akuma in place while Cat Noir tries to tackle him. Unfortunately, this Akuma is very annoying. Any attack Ladybug fires at him suddenly vanish when it hits his wand while they use their cape to disappear and reappear in a different spot as Cat Noir is about to pin him.
"Ugh, will you just let us capture you!" Cat Noir finally shouts in annoyance as Ladybug is angrily nodding in agreement.
"Hahaha, sorry, heroes, but Magician of Misfortune shall never be captured. For like the Eiffel Tower, I can disappear within an instant. However, unlike the Eiffel Tower, I can reappear as well." The now-named Magician of Misfortune laughs at the frustrated heroes.
Unfortunately for him, that is, Magician of Misfortune closed his eyes while laughing at the heroes, and Ladybug was both frustrated and in a rush today.
When Ladybug sees that Magician of Misfortune is distracted by his boasting and instantly fires off another blast of ice, Magician of Misfortune isn't able to make it vanish with his wand, and he finds himself fully encased in ice. When the heroes see that, they can't help but gain savage smirks.
"Finally, hopefully, we never have to deal with this guy again." Ladybug says in the most satisfied and relieved tone Cat Noir has ever heard from his partner.
"Yes, I am fully on board with that." Cat Noir rapidly nods in agreement before the two heroes walk towards the frozen Magician of Misfortune.
Cat Noir taps on the ice while Ladybug inspects the hand holding Magician of Misfortune's wand.
"So, how are we going to get the wand?" Cat Noir asks her.
Ladybug narrows her eyes in thought as she inspects the ice. She puts her hand on the ice and the area where her hand is slowly starts to vanish as she reaches for the wand. Cat Noir grows nervous when he sees this, not wanting to deal with the Akuma again.
"Careful." Cat Noir nervously tells her.
Ladybug remains focused on what she is doing and finally manages to melt the ice enough. So only the tip of Magician of Misfortune's wand shows outside the ice. She then moves out of the way for Cat Noir.
"Alright, now you can use Cataclysm to destroy the wand." Ladybug tells him with a smile.
Cat Noir nods and raises his hand.
"Cataclysm." He says, and dark magical energy envelops his hand.
Cat Noir walks over and carefully moves his hand; so he doesn't accidentally hit the ice and release Magician of Misfortune. Finally, he taps the wand tip with his finger, and it crumbles to dust to release the butterfly. Ladybug then captures it and shouts.
"Miraculous Ladybug!"
Magic ladybugs sweep over Paris and return the Eiffel Tower to where it was before.
"Pound it." Cat Noir says happily as he turns to Ladybug with his fist raised for a fist bump.
However, he didn't see Ladybug when he turned around. He blinks for a few seconds before looking around. When he does, he sees Ladybug running away from him on the rooftops. This causes him to blink in confusion again and his fake ears to droop slightly.
"I guess she has something important to do today." Cat Noir mutters to himself as he watches her go. That is until he hears his ring beep to warn him that he's running out of time before he transforms back.
"Oh, right, I better get going too." He mutters to himself before running off as well.
Coincidently, he found himself running in the same direction as Ladybug. However, Ladybug herself was already out of eyesight.
"I wonder if she lives close to my school?" He questions in his head.
Back with Ladybug, she dove into an empty subway entrance and changed back into Marinette. She then quickly runs out of it with Tikki in her bag. As she's running, she lifts her bag and opens it to look at Tikki.
"Do you have more tips about talking to royalty to give me, Tikki?" Marinette asks her Kwami.
"No, I think you'll do okay, Marinette. Remember to stay calm and polite when you meet with the prince after you and Nate finish school." Tikki reminds Marinette.
Marinette nods before closing the bag and putting it back on her waist as she runs to school. She quickly arrives and enters her classroom to sit next to Nate.
"So, how did it go?" Nate whispers to Marinette curiously.
"We aren't going there." Marinette angrily tells him as she gains an annoyed look from remembering having to deal with Magician of Misfortune.
"Okay." Nate backs down when he sees her mood.
The two were in their science class with everyone except Adrien as they waited for the bell to ring. However, Adrien quickly arrives in the classroom and sits next to Nino with minutes to spare.
"Dude, are you alright? You were in the bathroom for a long time?" Nino asks him.
"Y-yeah, I'm just having some stomach issues today," Adrien tells Nino while blushing in embarrassment at Nino's words.
"Yeesh, been there, dude. It's never fun." Nino groans in acknowledgment.
Rose and Juleka were chatting it up in the back corner of the class. Well, it's more of Rose talking while Juleka happily listens to her.
"Oh, I can't believe Prince Ali is coming to Paris to do a charity drive. Do you think I'll get to have a chance to talk to him while he's here, Juleka?" Rose excitedly asks Juleka.
Juleka shrugs in uncertainty as she looks at her friend.
"I'm not sure, Rose. I mean, he'll probably be busy while he's here. I don't think he'll have much time for small talk." Juleka tells her, causing Rose to downcast in sadness.
She then lights up in excitement as a new idea comes to mind.
"Oh, in that case, I should give him a letter. That way, I can tell him how much I love and respect him when he isn't busy since he'll be able to read the letter whenever he has a little time to himself." Rose tells Juleka in an excited tone.
Juleka still looks unsure about her friend's plan but smiles all the same at her.
"How are you going to get it to him?" Juleka asks Rose curiously.
"Oh, that's easy. I can ask Nate and Marinette since Prince Ali is staying in their hotel. They both seem nice, so I'm sure they'll be willing to give him the letter for me." Rose tells her friend happily before looking at the two in question.
Juleka also looks at the two and decides Rose's plan might work. However, both girls stop when their science teacher enters the room with her usual stern expression.
"Alright, everyone needs to get their books out. Today we'll be studying the basics of chemistry." Ms. Mendeleiev tells her students.
Class begins and seems to be going okay as Ms. Mendeleiev explains to her students what combustion is.
"Combustion is a high-temperature exothermic redox chemical reaction between a fuel and an oxidant. Usually atmospheric oxygen-"
However, Rose stops paying attention halfway through the lesson because she's watching the news broadcast about Prince Ali's arrival on her phone.
"Today, Prince Ali, heir to the throne of the kingdom of Achu, will do the honors during his official Parisian visit by hosting a toy fundraiser for the sick children at the Paris City Children's Hospital," Nadja explains to everyone watching as a silver limo arrives in front of Le Grand Paris.
Stepping out of the limo was a teen with dark skin, olive green eyes, and short, combed black hair with a strand on his forehead.
The teen also wore a white dress shirt with an olive green tie under a light grey vest with a white pattern and gray dress jacket, grey dress pants, and black dress shoes.
"Oh, I wish I could meet him in person, Juleka. I'd love to tell him how much I admire and respect him myself instead of having to write him a letter." Rose starts to tear up slightly, and Juleka pulls a box of tissues out of her bag as if she's used to this.
"I know, Rose. Look on the bright side. You at least have some way to let him know." Juleka quietly says to her friend as she pulls out a tissue and gives it to Rose.
Rose takes the tissue and uses it to wipe her eyes before looking at Juleka happily.
"You're right, but I still wish I could have the chance to meet with him in person to tell him this," Rose says before she blows her nose with the tissue.
After her emotions seem to calm down, Rose pulls out some paper and concentrates on what she wants to tell Prince Ali. After filling the letter out, she pulls out a perfume bottle and smiles at it.
"And to finish it off, a little perfume to make it smell nice," Rose tells Juleka as she sprays the letter with some perfume.
Unfortunately, as she's spraying her letter with perfume, the smell permeates the room and catches Ms. Mendeleiev's attention. Ms. Mendeleiev turns around with an annoyed look and notices Rose. She walks up to Rose and Juleka's shared desk and looms over them slightly. Rose looks up and gets nervous when she sees that she's been caught.
"Thank you, Rose. But I don't think our classroom needs extra refreshing." Ms. Mendeleiev tells the girl.
Chloe smirks at the two in trouble.
"I thought someone packed a tuna fish sandwich, but it turns out it's Rose's perfume." She laughs at them.
"I have seen you use that perfume a couple of times before," Sabrina tells Chloe with a glare.
In annoyance, Chloe glares back at Sabrina but decides not to say anything else.
Ms. Mendeleiev confiscates Rose's perfume and then looks at her phone.
"Furthermore, using your smartphone during school hours is strictly forbidden." Ms. Mendeleiev tells Rose before she confiscates her phone too.
She then looks at the nervous Rose and glares slightly at her.
"Now, take the rest of your things and go to the principal's office." Ms. Mendeleiev orders the teen.
"Okay." Rose sadly says as she packs her things and leaves the room.
Ms. Mendeleiev walks to the front of the room and looks at her students with a severe expression.
"I want you all to pay attention to what happens when you have flammable substances like this perfume in a chemistry lab." Ms. Mendeleiev orders her class.
In one swift motion, Ms. Mendeleiev sprays the pink perfume above a flame tube before covering it with a bottomless glass container to trap it inside. Once she's sure it's trapped inside, Ms. Mendeleiev presses a button next to the flame tube to cause it to ignite. When the flame touches the perfume upon lighting, it creates a small explosion within the glass container, much to everyone but Max's shock.
"As you can see, it is hazardous to have substances like this in a chemistry lab. You may think I'm harsh, but I only take lab safety seriously. Is that understood?" Ms. Mendeleiev asks her class.
Her students nod their heads in understanding. When Ms. Mendeleiev sees this, she also shakes her head but in satisfaction instead.
"Good, I'm glad we understand each other. However, to be sure, I plan to go over lab safety and give you all a quiz at the end of the week." Ms. Mendeleiev tells them, causing some of her students to groan in dissatisfaction.
Some of her students will later swear that they saw a slight smirk appear on Ms. Mendeleiev's face when she heard those groans.
After class finishes, Nate and Marinette rush out of the school to get home as quickly as possible. However, as soon as they leave the school's front door, they are chased after by Rose.
"Wait!" Rose shouts at the two.
The two stop and turn around to see Rose running after them. When she catches up with them, she is panting a little before trying to give them something.
"I was wondering if you two could do me a favor and give Prince Ali a letter?" Rose requests as she pulls the letter out of her pocket and gives the two the letter.
"Oh, sure, Rose, I'd be happy to give Prince Ali your letter," Marinette smiles as she takes the letter from Rose.
Rose beams at her words.
"Thank you so much, Marinette. Prince Ali is amazing, and I want to tell him how much I appreciate his efforts to help people." Rose explains to the cousins with a smile on her face.
"We'll be sure to tell him how much you appreciate him," Nate tells her, smiling before he and Marinette runoff.
When Rose sees them go, Rose can't help but let out a happy giggle and pulls out her phone to a picture of several cats and dogs surrounding her.
"I did it, guys. I got to give a letter to Prince Ali. Oh, I hope he loves it. And when I get back to the shelter, you'll all get so many treats." Rose tells the photo in a happy tone.
However, that mood quickly sours when she turns to see a smirking Chloe and grows nervous. Chloe walks up to Rose and says.
"Wow, look at you, giving a letter to a prince. You're really moving up in the world, aren't you?" Chloe sarcastically tells Rose as she circles the girl in question.
"O-oh, u-uh, thank you." Rose nervously thanks the school bully.
"Yeah, maybe you'll get the chance to become a princess." Chloe continues in the same sarcastic tone.
Rose blushes at her words as she thinks about the possibility of her and Prince Ali dating.
"Though, that does bring up the question if they'll actually read it when those two give it to him. Or if they'll give it to him in the first place?" Chloe questions as she puts a finger to her chin.
"I'm sure Marinette will give him my letter. She seems nice. And I'm sure that Prince Ali will read my letter when he has some free time." Rose tells Chloe in something a little louder than a whisper.
"Oh, and what makes you say that about either of them? They're members and the family of very public figures. They have to have a certain image while out in public that they need to maintain. But when they're outside the public's view, they probably like to act very differently. One of them will probably rip that letter of yours up. Especially with that disgusting perfume on it." Chloe tells Rose with a smirk on her face.
Rose looks at the ground in uncertainty as she imagines either Marinette or Prince Ali ripping apart her letter without even bothering to read it. The thought causes tears to start forming in her eyes.
"But, who knows, maybe they won't rip it up. Maybe Marinette will forget to give it to him, or Prince Ali won't care since he may get a lot of fan mail. I mean, they are celebrities, after all." Chloe shrugs with a smirk before walking away from the now sad and worried Rose.
Rose can't help but tear up and be worried about her letter after Chloe's words. She didn't think about how much fan mail Prince Ali may get because of all his charity drives. Plus, Chloe's opinion about her perfume hurt since it was one of her favorites.
Of course, this swarm of negative emotions didn't go unnoticed by Paris's resident supervillain.
Gabriel senses Rose's rising emotions inside his office and smiles at the opportunity to surprise the heroes.
"Let's see how the heroes react to another villain appearing on the same day as Magician of Misfortune," Gabriel mutters as Nooroo appears and Gabriel transforms.
"Kaleidoscope."
Dark butterflies swarm around him, and he vanishes before reappearing in his lair. The door to his dome window opens, and Hawkmoth smiles.
"A young girl who wants to show someone they respect how they feel worried that that message will never be received or mocked by those they thought were kind. I shall grant you the power to make sure you get your message there and that it is well received." Hawkmoth states with a smile as he creates a butterfly and sends it to Rose.
Rose was sitting on a bench while looking at the perfume bottle she got back from Ms. Mendeleiev in tears. Chloe's words seemed to really resonate with the girl and make her fearful for what will happen with her letter. Unfortunately, that also means she isn't paying attention to her surroundings. Because of this, the butterfly flies into Rose's perfume bottle with ease. After it does, Hawkmoth's butterfly outline appears over a frozen Rose's face.
"Princess Fragrance, I am Hawkmoth, and I have an offer you may not want to refuse," Hawkmoth tells the girl in a confident tone.
"An offer?" Rose asks almost robotically.
"Yes, I will give you the power to not only meet with Prince Ali but also give you the ability to make him want to be around you," Hawkmoth explains to the girl.
"Really?" Rose asks in the same robotic tone.
"Yes, all I want is for you to give me the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous," Hawkmoth tells her as an image of the earrings and ring appears in Rose's mind.
Rose gains a sinister smirk and says in a matching tone.
"Yes, Hawkmoth."
Black smoke covers Rose, and when it dissipates, Rose is replaced with a witch-like villain.
Rose's new form has moderate green skin, dark pink hair with light pink edges tied in a rosebud bun that's black on the bottom and a brilliant dark pink at the top of it, and eyes with bright pink sclera and purple irises. Hanging from her rosebud bun is a black tube that falls to the back of her knees.
Her outfit consists of a black form-fitting full-body turtle neck suit with puffed pink-highlighted shoulders and a puffed skirt with pink highlights to resemble her perfume bottle. On the chest of her costume is a pink gas emblem. She also wore dark pink heels and a black domino mask. The bottom left corner of the mask breaks off slightly and forms a swirling symbol on Rose's cheek. Rose's perfume bottle also changes and now gains a handle and trigger on its side like a handgun.
"It's time to get my prince. And nothing will stop me. Not even the heroes." Princess Fragrance cackles as she aims her gun downwards and shoots a continuous stream of perfume to propel herself forward as if she was flying.
Next Chapter
I know I'm posting this early, but one of the sites I post on will be down for a couple of hours on the 10th. So, I decided to post it a couple of days ahead.
I can't believe it's been one year since I started writing this story. Happy one-year anniversary to anyone who stuck around to read this that long.
This year I made my New Year's resolution to write more than one story at a time. I've been working through multiple ideas throughout the last year and have managed to narrow it down to three.
1) Kamen Rider Deku (Rewrite)
The first is a rewrite of my old Kamen Rider x My Hero Academia story. I didn't like how I structured the first one and have spent a while fixing that. I'm almost done with the first chapter. I plan to write a long chapter as if I am writing out the entire episode instead of part of it. The first chapter is already over 7000 words.
2) Kamen Rider Kiri
This one is a Total Drama x Kamen Rider Geats crossover story.
Chris is the jyamato leader and challenges humanity to a game where the losing race is wiped out. Humanity chooses a new batch of champions, Kamen Riders, every year to fight in these games, with the winners getting rewards such as cash, special equipment or benefits for future games, and memorabilia. The war is broadcasted worldwide for humanity to watch as their champions work to reach the final game against Chris. The program they watch it on being called Total Desire.
3) The Neo Pirates
My take on a recent One Piece prompt I posted about how a class of teens from our world are transported to the One Piece world and have to make their chosen captain the king of the pirates.
#miraculous descendent#miraculous ladybug#miss bustier's class#marinette dupain cheng#Adrien agreste#princess fragrance#rose lavillant#chloe bourgeois#ms. mendeleiev#miraculous ladybug rewrite
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