#actually dress is just them tbfh

[batfambrainrot]

COLIVE + DRESS, say my name and everything just stops, I don't want you like a best friend.

[brokebonewritings]

omg please do a sequel to the anxiety request it was sooo cute and relatable tbfh

A SEQUEL YOU SAY?!! Absolutely 😩🤍 You guys seemed to really like that request and I appreciate it!

Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity

Matt Murdock x reader

Tags: 18+, First Date, Fluff, Falling in Love

Summary: You and Matt go to a candlelight concert for your first date. You learn something new about music, and he leaves you with a new sense of love.

Word Count: 2K

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You woke up with the same amount of pressure that was in your chest the night before. It wasn’t every day that you felt like this. Just today. 

Trying to justify your anxiety because you had a date was reasonable right? Wrong. Well that’s what your brain believed anyways. You reach for your phone charging on the nightstand and check the time.

Eight AM. Perfect. The concert was for another 11 hours. Just the right amount of time to freak. You notice a voicemail notification. Confused to see that it’s from Matt, your heart begins to pound.

‘He’s canceling’ You thought ‘I knew it was too good to be true’

Despite the anxiety coursing through your veins, you open the voicemail and raise the phone to your ear. Matt's voice came through the receiver smoothly, which eased some of the tension.

“Hey sweetheart.” He began. “I can’t wait to see you later. I’ll be there to pick you up around 5:30. Hope you have a good day.” 

That’s where the voicemail ends. No cancellation. No excuses. He was actually going to come! You close your eyes and smile. Probably looking like an idiot, you stay like that for a while.

You go about your day, cleaning, finishing a report to send to your boss, and remembering to hydrate. However, you begin to pace your apartment after finishing all of your chores. Checking the time just a bit too often.

4pm. That’s what the clock stated. You still had a few more hours left until Matt would come pick you up. But the thought of waiting was becoming unbearable. Your mind was racing with all the possible scenarios that could happen tonight and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

You walk over to your wardrobe and start rummaging through it. It didn’t have to be perfect, but you wanted to look nice. This was the first orchestral concert you had ever been to. You finally settle on a floral patterned dress. 

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel a little proud of how you look. But the anxiety still lingers in your chest like a heavy weight. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. Suddenly, your phone buzzes. It's a text from Matt.

Matty 4:48pm

I’m on my way, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.

You 4:50pm

See you soon!

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, running your hands through your hair and finishing your makeup. A knock at your door causes your heart to  jump in your chest. Making sure you have the tickets in your wallet, you grab your purse and rush to the door.

As you open it, you see Matt standing there, a bouquet of roses in his hand. His dark hair is styled neatly, and he's wearing a sleek suit that fits him perfectly.

"Hi," he says with a smile.

"Hi," you reply, your voice shaking slightly.

"These are for you," he says, holding out the bouquet. You take them, inhaling their sweet scent. 

"Thank you," you say, feeling your face flush.

Stepping aside, you allow him to enter your apartment. He steps in as he leans his cane against your coat rack. Shutting the door, you take his hand and lead him to your living room. He takes a seat as you take the bouquet to the kitchen and set them in the sink for a brief moment. 

You open your cabinet and reach for the dusty vase on the middle shelf. After washing it off, you fill it with water and place the roses within it. They were gorgeous. A mix of colors among the red roses. You loved it. Once you finish, you set the roses on your dining table and walk back to Matt.

“Ready!” You say taking his hand timidly.

He rubs circles into your hand with his thumb as if to say it was going to be okay. That’s when you realized how fast your heartbeat was. You could feel it thumping against your chest.

This was your very first date ever. So of course your heart was running a million miles a minute. Matt was no stranger to this though. You appreciated his patience with you.

As you both leave the apartment and lock your door, you attempt to make idle conversation. Mostly about how his work week has been, how Karen and Foggy were doing, and if he was getting any more sleep.

Walking down to the street, Matt calls a taxi and you both are on your way.The ride to the concert hall is filled with light conversation, the butterflies in your stomach still flying high.

Upon arriving, you notice how small the venue is. Intimate. It was perfect, really. You had expected it to be a much larger production.

Looking at your watch, you both had made it early. It really was a miracle due to how much traffic there was. You and Matt make your way to your seats, noticing you were towards the back of the theater. Again, it was perfect.

The stage is decorated with a beautiful array of instruments, and the musicians are tuning their instruments. You take a deep breath and try to relax.

Matt notices the tension in your body and gently places his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. You look over at him and he gives you a reassuring smile.

His touch and warmth help calm your nerves, and you're grateful to have him here with you. You had waited such a long time for this. Dodging other dates in hope you could catch Matt’s attention.

As the lights dim and the conductor takes the stage, the audience falls silent. The orchestra begins to play, and the music fills the room.

The sound is rich and beautiful, and it instantly transports you to another place. You close your eyes and allow yourself to be swept away by the music. 

There were pieces you had heard before, and some you were hearing for the first time. Every so often you would look over to Matt to see how he was doing. He sat silently throughout the concert.

“How are you liking it?” You lean towards him and whisper.

His lips curl upward into a smile, “It’s beautiful. You?”

“I was thinking the exact same thing.

The conductor turns towards the audience after the previous piece. She smiles and thanks everyone for joining them that evening. Introducing the last piece, you hadn’t recognized the name. It was part of the Planet Suite by Holst. 

“Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity” The conductor says, “It is big, and powerful. Such as this symphony orchestra. Enjoy.”

She turns back around and raises her baton. The music starts slow and quiet, building up with the sound of the strings and horns. The music is loud and grand, and it fills the room with a sense of wonder and awe.

As the piece continues, you begin to feel a strange sensation wash over you. It's like your entire body is vibrating with the music, and you feel as though you might explode at any moment.

You look over at Matt, wondering if he is feeling the same thing, but he seems completely still, his face calm and serene.

Suddenly, the music reaches a crescendo, and your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest. The entire orchestra is playing together, and the sound is almost too much to bear. You close your eyes and surrender yourself to the music, letting it wash over you in waves. 

The anxiety that filled you earlier in the day had seemed to go away once the concert started. You both already knew each other, you just needed to bask in each other’s presence. How music could affect you so much, you will never know. 

As the piece comes to an end, the audience erupts into applause. You open your eyes and look around, feeling disoriented and dizzy. Matt’s head is towards you as you notice others standing from their seats.

The concert was over. Which meant the date was almost over. His hand gives your thigh a slight squeeze. Your heart began to pick up pace.

“Are you alright?” He says barely above a whisper.

“I’m great.” You begin, “That was the most beautiful piece I had ever heard in my life.”

“It was beautiful, wasn’t it?

You watch his face as it softens from his worried look. Was he concerned because of you? Grateful for the concern, you rest your hand on his. It made you feel seen and cared for.

Making your way out of the theater, the cool night air hits you as you step outside. You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself. 

"Are you cold?" he asks.

"A little," you admit. “How did you know?”

He’s silent for a moment before responding, “Call it an instinct.”

Without another word, he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment. You feel a jolt run through your body at the touch.

"Thank you," you say, smiling up at him.

He smiles back at you, and you feel your heart flutter. You can't believe that someone like him is interested in you. It feels too good to be true.

As you both walk down the street, enjoying the cool night air, Matt takes your hand in his. You squeeze back, feeling a rush of warmth and affection wash over you. 

The walk back to your apartment was filled with a long comfortable silence. You couldn't help but feel giddy inside. Matt was holding your hand. It was more than you could have ever hoped for.

As you approach your building, he stops and turns towards you. You look up at him, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"I had a really great time tonight," he says softly.

"I did too," you reply, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

This was it. Something you had been waiting for since you were just a teen. Your first kiss. Leaning back, you give a slight nod. 

“Please.” Is all you managed to say. Your heart pounding in your chest. 

Matt's lips meet yours, soft and gentle at first, but then growing more urgent as the kiss deepens. Your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

The kiss feels like it lasts forever, and when you finally pull away, gasping for breath, you can't help but feel a little lightheaded.

"That was amazing," you say, smiling up at him.

He grins back at you, “Was it worth the wait?”

“You have no idea.”

You both stand there for a moment, just staring at each other, and then he leans in to kiss you again. This time the kiss is more urgent, more passionate, and you feel your body responding to him in ways that you never thought possible.

Finally, he pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. You both are breathing heavily, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. 

“It’s getting late.” He finally says.

You nod in agreement. Pulling away from him your hand lingers on his chest for a minute.

“Thank you for tonight.” You say, “It was amazing.”

“I’ll see you soon. I promise.”

“Good. I was afraid you would ghost me or something.”

He chuckles. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Saying goodbye was a lot harder than you expected. It did happen eventually, and with that you walked into your building.

As you climb the stairs to your apartment, you can't help but replay the night's events in your head. The music, the kiss, the way Matt made you feel. You're filled with a sense of contentment and happiness that you haven't felt in a long time.

Opening the door to your apartment, you're hit with the familiar smell of home. You throw Matt's jacket onto the couch and collapse onto it, a wide grin on your face. You've never been one to believe in fate, but something about tonight felt like it was meant to be.

[vynsvision]

Detective Darius Morgan Headcanons

Listen. I know there's hardly any content of him. I dont know how much this will be appreciated. But if the same for 4 people who saw my post asking if anyone wanted this see it, I win.

Be warned, its 2k words (just under, probably) because I have nothing to do at work. At all. *deepest of sighs*

Should be SFW!!! Some things are referenced but im not in the mood to talk about too much Naughtiness so its SFW.

If the flow is weird, my apologies. I tried to group stuff together and so I may have gone back to sections where the next section goes off something I said in part of the section above... you'll understand as you read.

I'm gonna start with casual, out of work attire. I genuinely don't think you would find him in loungewear EVER outside his home. So no sweatpants.... although maybe a sweatshirt on laundry day. I'm also thinking, even though he probably doesn't get a fat paycheque, he tries to dress well. He doesn't think about fashion but good lord, Marius wouldn't believe it. "I just buy what looks nice." in the once in three blue moons that he actually goes to get new clothes. He works every day, probably, so anything that's not work is casual and probably very worn.

I think, yanno those like school varsity football jackets? Um yeah he still wears his. Its not because he tries to show off, but those things are comfortable, warm, and if he happens to be with someone who forgets to bring a warm layer, he can give it to them and he secretly loves watching their expressions.

("Oh... my god this is so warm!" "Mhmm." "I'm keeping this forever. Sorry, its mine now." "Is your last name Morgan too, then? Huh, I didn't know." Motherfucker.)

P.s: he hates suits even if his work uniform is basically a suit without the suit jacket. If he has to wear a suit, its all black. That is all. Also yes he would wear the three-piece suit. Go all out or nothing. Maybe a dark blue vest for some flavor with a matching tie.... idk. Brainrot of Darius in an all black three-piece suit........... suspenders......... aaah... yep.

Ok speaking of. I really don't think he's super chatty. He's tired. I'm honestly thinking very Eddie Brock (Venom) vibes with him tbfh. But I think when he does talk, he's slick as FUCK. He probably likes to see you blush as your scramble for a response. Hes smooth tho. He doesnt let you scramble for long. Also would ruffle your hair (if you have some and didn't stop him). He chuckles a lot. I imagine his voice as deep, but since I play TOT with the sounds off, idk if they have a voice actor for him. But look at him. Hes got a great morning voice oh good lord now im thinking about his morning voice aaaaaah crap.

I also think, once a relationship is established, hes very doting and soft. Hes protective- he knows who he is, he knows that the police are not loved. (And he knows why. Honestly I'm not sure how to... write about that, though, and its also not my place to... so anyone who'd like to write about that may. Just yanno remember to be respectful to people and irl events.) So he knows that if he fucks up or a mistake comes to bite him in the ass, you might be in danger. He knows you can probably handle yourself, but he also thinks of all the worst scenarios. He doesn't want the most important person to him in any danger.

Honestly I think he would be very reluctant to a relationship. But, unlike three of the boys (Luke, Artem, and Marius), he and Vyn have something in common- hes definitely at least had some one-night-stands. Maybe after particularly rough days or weeks. Stress coping. Not gonna talk about if its wise or not.

Because, like, come on. Hes at leeeeast thirty, making him older than the boys. So he may be experienced in bed, but romance is tricky and he denies or hides his feeling like a teenager afraid of his crush. (Re: ohmygod they would be in danger tho if I confessed oh no I can never tell them!) Of course, he would confess while expressing that he is worried about you.

He also loves to see you in his blue uniform shirt. I dont know if either of you acknowledge it aloud, but since you grabbed it and put it on that one time... yeah. Yep.

But yeah hes a softy underneath all the brooding and tired exterior.

(Bonus: If u like... uh.... his cuffs..... yep thats all)

I dont believe he can cook much. Like, beyond the basics, he has like. 2 dishes that he can reliably cook. Hes a simple man, he knows how to vary them, but come on, its not like he has much time to cook stuff. You realize this quickly and while you dont have much time either, you meet him halfway... or more than halfway. Also, hey, carryout/delivery isn't so bad every once in a while. He'll work on it if you bring it up. He doesn't really notice until you do. Thats the first time you see him embarrassed. He's kinda cute as he apologizes, and it makes up for your slight annoyance at eating the meal for the third time. Hes used to his way of living, he might (definitely) forget people live differently than he does. Hes cute, I forgive him.

As a boyfriend, he does his darnedest. He literally doesn't care what he does with you, as long as its with you. When you ask him for date ideas, he thinks of some favors he can cash in to show you secret or expensive places. Those upper class jerks are good for one thing, if it makes you smile and if it impresses you. Because, of course, hes been here when it opened, so his attention is on you. (His eyes may not be, but hes much more attentive than you notice.)

I feel like hes the kind of person to snap candids of you an you dont even notice. I dont know how he would do it, but I really think he would want to remember and capture sweet moments with you. He doesnt tell you or show you these pictures, and they aren't, like, ones where you're exposed (....most of them, at least. He doesn't take pictures of you asleep for damn sure, you're not a pet.), but he just keeps them to himself. He forgets that you either know his passcode or you have your fingerprint saved in his phone, and you happen to see it because he had the album last open on his phone. Hes a sucker.

At the beginning of your relationship, I think he made a note in his notes app where he writes down your birthday, or favorite color, or things like that. Hes afraid of forgetting those things. He could never forget the day he met you, nor when the two of you admitted your feelings for each other, or when you went on your first date. He knows those dates. Hes quiet- hes thinking of those things. He doesn't mind being distracted by you.

He tries not to be super possessive because he admires your independence, but sometimes he snaps at someone like when Artem asks you to come in to work on a case on your day off. Scary Darius.

He likes holding your hand when you cross streets.

I dont think he would get jealous easily. He knows that, before he confesses, he hasn't told you, so he has no right to be upset if you flirt or spend time with someone else. And when you're together, he knows where you end up at the end of the day, so hes secure in that. If anything, if someone flirts with you and makes you uncomfortable, he checks with you first (in case you wanna defend yourself), then gives a death glare to the unlucky person. Even if you flirt back comfortably, again, he knows where the two of you end up. You in his arms, the other person unfortunately ~probably~ all alone, boohoo.

I have gotta say, I think sometimes he forgets to close doors all the way. He doesn't do it on purpose, hes just not used to people being in his home. He always puts the toilet seat down (if that applies), but cabinet doors or room doors can sometimes be left just slightly open.

His walls are kinda bare. What art he does have are monuments or architectural things. Stellis is very sleek and modern, but he knows about the older buildings. When someone else at work is reluctant to go into centuries-old buildings because they're creepy, he pretends to be annoyed but inwardly hes comfortable in them and goes without fear.

His home is usually clean, too. Its partially because he doesn't spend much time there, but also because he cleans things after use. So things aren't spick and span, but his apartment is presentable if you happen to drop by.

He shares something with Luke- i think the two of them are the only ones with any sort of pectorals. Yanno, them man boobs. Juicy muscle on the chest. (I simply refuse to believe the other boys have any beyond abs or, yanno, tone. Luke and Darius could have a nice arm wrestling match, no im not gonna say who wins.)

He tries to keep a cactus alive. He writes down when he waters it to be sure not to overwater it. Its name is Alfred and Alfred knows everything about you. He lives in the kitchen and Darius talks to him when hes cooking or nursing coffee or beer. Hes a beer guy.

I'm not sure if hes a cat person or a dog person. I think he would get along with either well. I dont know if he would have a pet, because he often has long days, and even cats need attention. Maybe if he ever gets to retire he'll get a pet. Beside himself, Alfred is the only thing living in the apartment.

He does have co-workers he spends time with outside of work. Methinks its usually at a bar or someplace like that.

I think he calls his parents every once in a while. More frequently after you start dating him. I also feel like he has a sibling but I dont know if they're older or younger. Methinks an older sister? What if she's a lawyer too!!!

(Plot twist- Celestine and Darius are related. Big just joking.... but his older sister is much like Celestine. He likes working with her.)

Idk where to put this but !! Hes a podcast guy. He listens to podcasts rather than music. He dislikes true crime with a passion (literally dont get him started because if you do, he, rightfully so, will talk for like a whole ten minutes and you won't be sure if you should be excited he talked for that long STRAIGHT or if he's ok) but he won't say anything if you listen to it. To each their own. I think he listens to podcasts talking about, like architecture or, like... news, or something. He knows what's going on in the world. Hes the first to deck any asshole. Not physically, tho. It takes a lot to get him to physical action. He has a killer glare, he knows how to insult someone (hes gotten his (un)fair share of insults or heard them thrown around). He knows how to intimidate. Usually, he can get someone to chill out or leave. If not, he would take anything outside. I think he would try not to flash his badge. If he's off the clock, he doesnt work for the city. Idk deTECtive Darius Morgan, only Darius. I dont think he likes attention.

Oh God this was much longer than I thought. I thought I would type a bit about his clothes, maybe a few habits. Good lord.

I hope someone enjoyed! If you have any of your own ideas, definitely let me know! If you agree or disagree. We literally have so little to go on that any of us could be right.

I... might post a NSFW batch at some point, but I also feel like it would be more telling of me than him, beside the things in this post. So yanno. Maybe we can just imagine.

[nikkiruncks]

How did I forget you liked stelena?? I love stelena too! Anyways, I have some questions for you!

1. What's your favorite elena and stefan moment?

2. What's your favorite elena and stefan fanfiction?

3. What's your favorite stelena youtuber?

4. What's your favorite elena and stefan edit?

5. What's your favorite stelena tumblr blog?

Also, do you have any tips for finding Elena and Stefan content cause when I look for anything there really isn't anything recent? (The tags I search for is stelena or Elena and stefan)

Hey! It’s fine! I love stelena so damn much! They were actually what got me to continue tvd tbfh.

1. So many but their first love scene was so beautiful that I cheered. The angst, the chemistry, Elena just smiling and being in Stefan’s shirt. I just miss them.

2. I actually don’t read that many Stelena fics but there is this rlly good stelena wedding fic that contains bamon (can’t find it tho)! I honestly just love stelena bamon forwood fics but it’s so rare to find them unfortunately.

3. My fave Stelena YouTuber is Epic Stelena. I love her Stelena vids and she just keeps my Stelena love alive in general.

4. There are sm good one so it’s hard to pic but there was some Stelena/Bamon edits with the song dressed to digress that I loved.

5. @zalrb is the one that got me hooked on to them in the first place. I just love her Stelena metas so damn much and just all her metas in general.

And as for finding Stelena content, I suggest looking at the #stelena shippers club and #stelena stan club tags, but there are also some rlly good se blogs I’d recommend @stefan4president @zalrb @initiumseries @katherinepierceismyqueen @nocakesformissedith @lookformebymoonlight @stelenadaily @markofcaindean @eleanorsdrea (she has some rlly good Stelena content on her blog), @beverllarke, @forwood-stelena, @alina-aleksanders, @wereimmortalremember-blog (mainly forwood but also loves Stelena)

Thank you for the ask!

[astralfire-xiv]

Zero shipping headcanons

Had this draft saved on my phone for the longest time and im just gonna dump it here zzzz

Will add more ""ships"" later but for now I'm only putting main ship here. They're not really ships but more... what ifs. I guess?

Zero/Chamber

- Def both bisexuals.

- Actually like to go to big parties from time to time. We’re talking big ass parties and festivals on Ibiza and St. Tropez here.

- A retail worker’s worst fear and a server’s biggest dream.

- Like to spend hours at a cafe/terrace on off days. Tip generously, as long as the server doesn’t bother them. They’ll ask if they need something.

- Probably own a wine cellar even though Zero knows little to nothing about wine. She just trusts Chamber’s expertise.

- Riding a vespa together while on holiday is actually pretty romantic who would have thought. Also Zero is, for once, not complaining and nitpicking about Chamber’s (perfectly fine) driving skills.

- Would live either in the middle of nowhere in the Provence/Ardennes in a renovated château or in a large expensive penthouse in Monaco.

- Chamber likes it when Zero wears lipstick but Zero thinks it makes her look even more pale than she already is.

- if they’re attending the same business party, others will often refer to Chamber as the man with the gold tattoos and Zero as the woman with the silver piercings.

- Sometimes they will just get cheap takeout to eat at the hotel because fancy dinners get boring after a while. Would Netflix a reality series together while eating cheap Chinese takeout.

- Zero would give up her ‘exciting’ life to live with him somewhere under the radar and she’s offered it once but has never gotten a decent answer from him so she just left it at that.

- They mostly buy ‘prank’ gifts for each other because it’s hard to buy something for someone who can just buy whatever they like. When they do finally find a present that’s unique and unexpected, it’s saved for a special occasion.

- Playing board games with these two is living hell because that’s where their competitiveness and pettiness really shines. Never let either of them be the bank in Monopoly.

- Zero is the dedicated driver purely bc Chamber gets tired of her backseat driving when he’s at the wheel. The fact that she even lets Chamber drive is an impressive feat by itself, though.

- Zero likes to sleep on Chamber’s hard ass chest. Probably because she normally sleeps on a singular flat pillow. Idk I don’t think Chamber is very muscular. He’s fit but he doesn’t have dem tiddies or extremely defined packs. Like judging from his skinny legs, he can’t be that broad tbfh.

- Zero hogs the sheets like it’s an olympic sport

- Zero would give Mirror Chamber a try and I’m pretty sure the same goes for Chamber and Mirror Zero.

- Zero treats her own mirror like she’d treat herself but if she and Chamber were an actual thing, I’m pretty sure she’d prioritize him over even her own mirror.

- Chamber likes to poke fun at Zero’s accent but he actually thinks it’s cute and attractive. Zero is very vindictive about it.

- Zero sometimes just feels like dressing the part. Sometimes you need to put emphasis on the power in power couple.

- That said, Zero likes trying on Chamber’s suits even if they’re too big on her. Zero is too skinny for suits anyway so she needs everything not just tailored but fully custom made if she ever gets one. Zero doesn’t like the style and shape of most typically female suits. Zero likes the prettiness of dresses but wouldn’t wear them to work because they’re super impractical.

- Zero tried to introduce Chamber to natural make up only to find out he already knew the tricks and she was very impressed by how open he was about it. But then she realized how vain he is and she just shrugged it off.

- Zero hates it when Chamber uses her silver shampoo but he likes it because it smells nice and because he’s too lazy to grab a new bottle when he’s already in the shower. He might be vain in more ways than one but he can be a bit lazy, too. He’s also very aware of the fact that Zero’s stuff is somewhere in the same price range as his own so it’s probably as good for his hair as his own stuff.

- It’s tradition to try to shoot something with the champagne cork. Bonus points if it breaks.

- Say they don’t smoke but smoke all the time on terraces

- Chamber is the wine drinker while Zero prefers beers and hard liquor. They always have to trade drinks at bars bc their order gets messed up or confused. Only good bartenders will remember it.

- Lunchtime is probably more important than dinner for these two. They’d skip a nice dinner but they’ll never pass on a good brunch/lunch.

- Both coffee drinkers/connaisseurs and will judge your decaf soy double espresso with whipped cream, three pumps of cinnamon syrup and chocolate chips.

- Zero and Chamber would 10/10 compete for frags so they’re rarely on missions together unless Zero is tech support.

- Chamber’s tattoos stop at an awkward place on his back and Zero stuffs her bra but they agreed to never talk about it ever in public.

- Romantically, Zero would never agree to a third party in their relationship. She’s way too possessive. When they’re together, all attention is on her and her alone and in return, she has all her attention on him.

- Chamber is much more easy going and much more likely to get involved with people (bc he wants something from them, wants to toy with them, etc). Zero knows this and agreed to it but simply doesn’t want to hear about his endeavors. He should do as he pleases but he doesn’t have to try to get Zero to care. To Zero, everyone else Chamber is getting on with is insignificant. Only her relationship matters and shouldn’t be influenced by a third party. She also doesn’t bother him with her private affairs. They respect each other enough to keep it to themselves.

- Zero is the one that likes expensive cars and barbecues and Chamber likes reality series and goes to the store to get a pack of milk and some eggs and comes home with the Last Supper.

- Zero’s philosophy when it comes to Chamber’s shenanigans is somewhat along the lines of “At the end of the world, I’ll be waiting for you. And whether that is as a lover, a friend or an enemy, that’s up to you.”

[lindberghtm]

          *  .  desirée lindbergh was spotted in the fashion district adorning prada platform chelsea boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to you know i'm no good by amy winehouse . you may know them as @desi or as that aisha potter  lookalike . their twenty first birthday just passed . while living in the upper east side  , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be duplicitous but on the other hand reliable . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines . ( cis female / she/her + c / 21+ / she/her )   .  

         hey  !!!!!!  i  was  planning  on  coming  thru  with  a  cool  intro  to  establish  myself  as  a ~ cool ~  person , but  covid  has  absolutely  ✨ decimated  ✨  my  social  skills  so  ,,,,,,,  this  is  what  im  left  with  .  anywho  hi  i’m  c  (  short  for  clown  tbfh  )  ,  im  21+  ,  from  the  rainy  ole’  pnw  ,  &  i  use  she / her  pronouns  .  i  was  in  wealthy  like  , , , ,  AGES  ago  &  tbh  i’ve  been  missing  it  real  bad  lately  so  here  i  am  with  a  brand  new  bitch  , , , , ,  ms  .  desi  lindbergh  🖤  i  just  finished  reading  the  girl  with  the  dragon  tattoo  so  you’ll  find  elements  from  that  novel  in  my  biography  like  the  names  ,  & the  general  ‘ company  comes  first ‘  &  ‘  no  one  gets  a  divorce  in  this  family ’  attitudes  .  but  hennyway  here’s  a  pinterest  board  ,  &  my  discord  is  𝐌 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁#1264  (  the  best  tiktok  song  imo  )  .  my  bio  is  rambly  but  there  are  stats  at  the  top  ,  personality  &  wanted  connections  (  inc  .  this  sideblog  w  wanted  plots  )  at  the  bottom  !  xoxo

*  .  stats  .

full  name : desirée  ‘ desi ’  charlotte  lindbergh - montenegro

age : twenty - two

gender : cis  female

pronouns : she / her  

pob ; current  home : london  ,  england  ;  current  residence  in  tribeca  .

family : henrik  lindbergh  (  80  ,  deceased  ,  ceo  of  lindbergh  corporation  )  ;  miriam  montenegro  (  46  ,  lives  in  the  upper  east  side & london  ,  supermodel  turned  vindictive  widow  )  ;  no  siblings  or  pets  .

birthday : september  2  ,  1998 ��;  virgo  sun  ,  taurus  moon  ,  cancer  rising .

career : heiress / model / daddy’s credit card swiper  .

drinking / drugs / smoking :  yes / no / occasionally .  

physical : aisha  potter  fc ,  dark  brown  mid - length  hair  ,  dark  brown  eyes  ,  no  tattoos  ,  two  ear  lobe  piercings  in  each  ear  ,  5 ′ 6 ″ .

*  .  character biography .

1998  : miriam  montenegro  ,  an  english  model  coming  from  a  humble  background  ,  made  it  big  when  she  was  scouted  for  runway  shows  ,  eventually  making  her  way  to  being  a  household  name  .  by  the  age  of  twenty  five  ,  she’d  found  love  (  or  ,  financial  comfort  ,  rather  )  with  the  fifty  nine  year  old  henrik  lindbergh  ,  a  swedish  business  magnate  whose  involvement  in  global  industrialization  spanned  far  wider  than  the  european  economy  .  the  relationship  took  the  world  by  surprise  ,  miriam’s  friends  being  far  more  involved  in  pop  culture  than  an  aged  man  .  while  she  claims  it  was  love  ,  the  world  had  already  made  up  its  mind  on  her  motive  —  money  .

the  pair  got  married  six  months  after  they  initially  became  involved  , & desi  was  born  a  year  after  .  her  father  ,  the  product  of  the  ‘  silent  generation  ‘  ,  was  of  the  impression  that  children  should  be  seen  ,  not  heard  ,  an  outdated  idea  that  her  mother  was  comfortable  abiding  by  .  desirée  ,  by  association  ,  quickly  became  accustomed  to  the  spotlight  ,  the  interest  in  the  uncommon  relationship  between  miriam & henrik  only  growing  after  the  birth  of  their  sole  child  .  desi  grew  up  a  prop  ,  a  toy  for  her  mother  to  dress  up  in  matching  outfits & parade  on  the  global  stage  ,  before  stepping  behind  closed  doors  &  forgetting  about  the  child  entirely  .  this  led  to  desi  being  raised  almost  exclusively  by  nannies  ,  her  mother  more  interested  in  savouring  the  last  of  her  youth & her  father  too  busy  with  his  international  duties  .    originally  based  in  london  ,  the  family  moved  to  new  york  when  desirée  was  starting  her  schooling  to  be  closer  to  the  hustle & bustle  of  american  life  .

2017  : desirée  is  graduating  high  school  a  year  early  after  having  been  sent  to  institut  auf  dem  rosenberg  ,  a  swiss  private  school  that  prides  itself  on  being  highly  exclusive∫ˆ  highly  expensive  .  the  name  was  a  selling  point  for  her  father  ,  but  more  importantly  she  would  be  safe & out  of  the  way  on  another  continent  while  her  parents  bickered  ceaselessly  .  desirée  found  herself  to  be  nothing  special  at  rosenberg  ,  her  identity  having  been  formed  on  the  idea  that  public  exposure  equated  to  popularity  ;  without  the  constant  public  eye  while  at  school  ,  desi  found  a  freedom & lightness  she  hadn’t  before  experienced  .  she  could  be  real  , & have  real  friends  , & not  be  putting  on  a  fake  smile  to  allude  an  air  of  comfort  .  most  of  all  ,  she  could  get  away  from  her  spiteful  mother  ,  who  ,  once  desi  hit  puberty  ,  saw  her  as  a  threat  to  her  own  beauty  ,  success  , & public  popularity  .  being  sent  to  private  school  was  the  best  thing  to  happen  to  desi & her  mother’s  relationship  .

after  graduating  ,  desirée  moved  back  to  new  york  city  ,  moving  back  into  the  expansive  upper  east  side  apartment  , & being  sure  to  move  into  a  room  on  the opposite side  of  the  home  from  her  parents  .  being  thrust  back  into  the  spotlight  ,  a  ‘  homecoming  ‘  of  sorts  that  her  mother  capitalized  on  ,  desi  fell  into  a  depression  .  she  feared  leaving  the  house  ,  she  feared  that  people  would  only  want  to  be  her  friend  in  order  to  access  the  family’s  wealth  (  a  seed  of  an  idea  planted  in  her  father  at  the  age  of  twelve  ,  when  she  was  told  there  was  to  be  no  dating  unless  their  family’s  net  worth  was  over  500  million  )  .  soon  enough  ,  though  ,  desi  made  the  choice  to  get  in  contact  with  her  mother’s  rival  modeling  agency  ,  inquiring  about  the  possibility  about  modeling  .  they  ,  of  course  ,  welcomed  the  legacy  with  open  arms  ;  her  mother  ,  however  ,  decided  that  this  deceipt  would  not  be  tolerated  under  her  roof  , & kicked  desi  out  as  soon  as  she’d  heard  .  desi  called  her  father  crying  ,  explaining  the  situation  over  the  phone  ,  who  immediately  created  a  separate  bank  account  of  her  own  for  desi  ,  secretly  hidden  away  in  an  overseas  bank  to  avoid  her  mother  finding  out  .  the  account  held  far  more  than  desirée  needed  ,  but  it  was  her  father  who  enabled  her  to  get  back  on  her  feet  ,  find  her  own  home  , & start  a  career  for  herself  .  

2020 : desirée  hardly  speaks  to  her  mother  ,  though  they  keep  up  the  public  illusion  that  they  are  as  close  as  a  mother  -  daughter  duo  can  be  .  her  father  though  ,  now  80  years  old  ,  was  actually  close  with  desi  ,  the  two  catching  up  daily & him  celebrating  her  accomplishments  she  believed  were  self  -  earned  .  in  october  ,  though  ,  she  received  a  phone  call  from  her  father’s  attorney  ,  mr.  berger  ,  who  informed  her  that  henrik  was  in  the  hospital  in  critical  condition  after  a  heart  attack  .  she  flew  to  stockholm  ,  where  her  father  had  been  taking  care  of  business  items  , & realized  that  it  was  time  to  say  her  goodbyes  .  her  father & her  played  chess  ,  talked  about  her  childhood  , & reconciled  on  any  old  issues  .  he  passed  away  three  days  after  she’d  arrived  .  seeming  as  if  he’d  been  able  to  tell  something  horrible  was  coming  ,  henrik  had  updated  his  will  a  matter  of  weeks  before  the  heart  attack  ,  naming  desiree  as  the  sole  inheritor  of  all  his  assets & belongings  .  except  ,  of  course  ,  her  mother  ,  who  inherited  a  whopping  five  dollars  from  her  husband  .  this  was  ,  mr  .  berger  explained  to  desi  ,  so  that  miriam  could  not  claim  that  she  had  accidentally  been  left  out  , & was  entitled  to  more  of  his  estate  .  

if  this  wasn’t  enough  ,  the  press  soon  released  that  interntional  business  mogul  henrik  lindbergh  had  passed  away  , & the  companies  he  owned  were  now  owned  by  a  twenty  one  year  old  model  who  had  never  truly  worked  one  day  in  her  life  .  to  make  matters  worse  ,  her  mother  quickly  played  the  victim  ,  launching  a  multitude  of  lawsuits  against  her  own  daughter  for  defamation & coercing  her  father  to  leave  her  mother  out  of  it  .  berger  quickly  chose  desirée’s  side  ,  though  he  couldn’t  become  her  personal  attorney  out  of  conflict  of  interest  with  the  executing  of  the  will  .  as  the  accounts  lie  in  limbo  during  the  legal  battle  ,  desi  is  relying  solely  on  the  secret  account  her  father  made  her  in  switzerland  ;  if  her  mother  knew  ,  she  would  try  to  go  after  it  ,  as  well  .  

2021 :  desirée  has  layed  low  over  the  last  few  months  ,  her  mother  continuing  her  public  display  of  heartache  as  the  widow  .  desi  can  be  said  to  be  two  -  faced  due  to  her  sweet  disposition  one  day & her  cold  attitude  the  next  .  in  reality  ,  she  is  normally  kind & thoughtful  ,  giving  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  to  those  two  wrong  her  ,  but  lately  she  has  become  more  withdrawn  ,  secretive  , & volatile  .  she  was  recently  photographed  in  a  restaurant  ,  crying  on  the  phone  with  her  head  in  her  hand  ,  something  she  would  never  normally  allow  to  happen  .  overall  ,  though  ,  she  doesn't  want  to  speak  publicly  about  the  legal  battle  because  she  considers  it  a  delicate  matter  &  wants  to  take  the  high  road  .  because  of  this  ,  she  puts  on  a  face  that  she's  happy  ,  has  done  her  mourning  ,  &  intentionally  does  things  to  make  it  seem  like  life  is  normal  ,  like  making  appearances  at  events  about  new  york  city  &  being  spotted  hanging  out  with  friends  .  only  a  very  small  handful  in  her  inner  circle  notice  the  immense  stress  she's  under  because  she's  good  at  managing  it  ,  &  doesn't  want  to  be  pitied  .

*  .  personality  .

personality  wise  ,  she  is  quite  bubbly  ,  thoughtful  ,  dependable  ,  observant  ,  calm  , &  chooses  her  words  carefully  .  on  the  other  hand  ,  she  can  be  very  hot  &  cold  ,  self - isolating  ,  two  -  faced  , & tells  blatant  lies  when  she  ought  not  to  ,  &  denies  vehemently  when  others  call  her  on  her  bs  .  she’s  the  type  to  remember  someone  saying  they  like  something  ,  in  passing  ,  then  suddenly  she  shows  up  with  that  exact  thing  when  she  sees  them  next  .  her  love  language  is  definitely  gifts  &  acts  of  service  .  considers  herself  a  good  advice  giver  but  won’t  take  any  advice  others  give  her  .  kind  of  an  air  head  ,  in  that  she  can  get  so  wrapped  up  in  her  own  world  that  she  forgets  that  others  aren’t  just  npc’s  in  her  life  sfjklsd  .  can  get  overwhelmed  easily  ,  &  retracts  back  into  herself  &  isolates  in  her  apartment  for  days  on  end  ,  pampering  herself  with  huge  shopping  sprees  ,  overpriced  face  masks  ,  &  too  much  champagne  .  her  way  to  deal  with  problems  is  to  pretend  they’re  not  there  until  eventually  they  go  away  🤡

the  world  knows  the  bulk  of  the  lindbergh  -  montenegro  affair  ,  as  its  known  in  the  media  ,  thanks  to  her  mother  taking  interviews  left  & right  to  allude  to  her  being  snubbed  by  her  own  daughter  .  desi  pretends  that  it  does  not  bother  her  ,  that  justice  will  be  served  & that  legality  will  prevail  over  her  mother’s  cries  ,  but  the  weight  of  the  affair  is  taking  a  toll  on  her  .  

*  .  wanted  plots  .  

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best  friend / ride  or  die  :  someone  desi’s  been  friends  with  for  YEARS  ,  knows  all  her  family’s  bs  ,  prob  has  called  her  mother  a  b*tch  to  her  face  dflkjsdkl  .  literally  the  nicole  to  her  paris  ,  the  lorelai  to  her  rory  .  

squad  :  a  group  of  friends  who  go  clubbing  every  saturday  &  get  brunch  &  gossip  the  next  morning  ,  have  shady  nicknames  in  their  gc  ,  have  designated ‘ roles ’  in  the  friend  group  (  mom  friend  ,  the  cr*ckhead  ,  the  wingperson  ,  etc  .  ) ,  go  on  trips  together  ,  have  the  wildest  birthday  parties  ,  etc  .  please  !!  

first  love  :  this  would’ve  been  in  their  teens  ,  a  summer  fling  that  she  fell  hard  for  &  who  her  father  didn’t  approve  of  bc  he’s  business - minded  first  .  they  tried  to  do  long  distance  when  she  went  back  to  school  in  the  fall  ,  but  it  didn’t  work  out  &  now  they’re  either  on  good  terms  &  have  sweet  memories  of  that  time  ,  or  one  is  still  kinda  salty  how  things  ended  .

bad  influence  :  encourages  desi  to  get  the  stick  out  of  her  *ss  ,  &  when  she  hangs  out  with  them  ,  they  tend  to  go  overboard  on  whatever  the  entertainment  of  the  night  may  be  . 

friends  to  lovers / slow - burn  romance  :  they’re  friends  first  ,  but  there’s  been  undeniable  romantic  tension  between  the  two  of  them  (  imagine  pope  towards  kiara  in  obx  )  ,  &  their  friends  can pick  up  on  it  .  they’ve  never  acted  on  it  , worried  of  ruining  the  friendship  ,  but  they’re  always  a  lil  disappointed  when  the  other  goes  home  with  or  gets  involved  with  someone  else  ,  but  are  ultimately  there  to  pick  up  the  pieces  afterwards  .

enemies  /  mutual  dislike  :  maybe  someone  whose  family  her  father  screwed  in  business  ,  their  parents  could  have  been  friends  before  desi’s  mom  turned  on  them  somehow  ,  they  think  desi  thinks  she’s  queen  of  the  world  ,  etc . let’s  plan  it  out  hehe

cheating  :  oop  !  i  love  the  angst  ,  so  gimme  someone  who  either  a  )  cheated  on  desi  ,  or  b  )  they  think  she  cheated  on  them  due  to  some  tabloid  article  ,  rumor  around  town  she  was  seen  with  someone  ,  etc .  their  relationship  was  prob  rocky  as  fuck  ,  toxic  ,  &  lacked  trust  &  communication  .  just  a  total  shit  show  tbh  .

that’s  all  i  can  think  of  now  dskljfkl  please  feel  free  to  reach  out  over  tumblr  msgs  or  on  discord  !  

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hey could you write some yandere headcanons for aesop and andrew? thanks a lot

Hello! Sorry it took a long ass time but I hope this is okay! Also I stan Baesop

Pairings: Aesop Carl x reader, Andrew Kress x reader

Tw: contains gore, deaths, yandere theme. Please proceed with caution

Aesop Carl:

I bet yo ass that this man willing to kill for you like, enemies? Gone and dead af.

B u t, he is smart enough to hide the bodies since he is a embalmer. He can be chill af and say that this person deadass met with an accident or maybe say the person run against his knife few times

As the fact he is a mercy killer, he can be very ruthless tbh

Like one time you got mocked by a person, he torture them endless and also probably stab them numerous times

He want to protect your smile, your innocence and everything

But he can be very harsh on you too

Just do not ever make him jealous or test his patience because he will take a body parts of your friends and keep it in a jar for you to remind you everything

Although it rarely happens or it doesn’t happen at all because he adore you so much

Honestly, he will only manipulate you that he is the only one meant for you.

Other than that, you are free to have some freedom as long he can stalk you from afar (not that you know though…)

Privacy? What’s that? Actually jk, the only privacy he gave it to you is bathing time or changing outfits. He must be by your side all t i m e

Another thing is, if you ever cheat on him. It will only resorted you to death so don’t even try

Once he kill you, he will place you in a special coffin. Place your favourite flowers beside you and rub your favourite scent on your neck so it’ll be always smell like you

Obviously, he will talk to your dead body maybe even caress your cold face. He doesn’t mind though, at least your body will stay by his side forever and ever.

“We will be always together forever and ever, right? (Y/n).”

— ❁ * ✲ﾟ* ❁ —

Andrew Kress:

This man, I can’t stress this enough how much he have use his shovel to bonk tf out of people that are against you or too close to you

Obviously, he won’t hesitate to use his shovel to murder a hoe right in front of you

He’ll just smiles at you and say, “Ah, at least the pest won’t bother you anymore.” while giving you the full uwu energy

Don’t you ever show fear on him though, he’ll probably confined you in his room because he know you’ll try to run away from him

Ngl tho, you probably tried to run away from him many times

Privacy? Nah, he’ll be with you every seconds and doing the same thing together

Going out with friends? Wait for me babe, gotta get my shovel just in case

Istg if you vent about a person of how awful they are, he will just send them a bonk and six feet under. Maybe a little more deeper but we won’t talk about that—

His favourite thing to do with you is having tea time, because y'all are so relaxed and no one is there to bother you yet he can have you for himself only

Test his limits or try to make him jelly, punishment will be approaching to you tbfh

His punishment won’t be hurting you but making you watch him doing something bloodshed

It’ll turn your stomach upside down, he will gently caress your face and ask you if you have learned your lesson

You better say yes though, otherwise he will do something for more upsetting.

Don’t try to fight him though, he doesn’t like it. He rather you be quiet and sincere, knowing your situation because he don’t want to traumatising you further more

Okay ngl tho, Andrew will dress you up in some cute dresses and he will just adore you in every single detail

“Yes, just like a doll that I adore so much… Don’t try to run away from me again, okay?”

[toxicxxmyth]

Dating Christopher Vélez headcanon

Authors Note: Don’t know if I rlly have to mention this but I called Chris a fuckboy in this like 20+ times so don’t be offended m8 and just like Richards, this is all over the place

Richard‘s headcanon

Christopher has mentioned many many MANY times that he is not looking for a relationship

My man is getting that good good PussAy ;))))))

And he ain’t looking for no commitment :(:

We stan a fuck boy ;)

So it probably took him like three encounters to notice you

The first time was at a house party and y’all talked for like five seconds and then went your separate ways

You remember him

He didn’t even remember your hair color lol

The second time was also at a party

You were looking for your car keys but you spotted the cute guy you talked to for like a second

So you asked if he’d seen your keys like a fkn dumbass

And he was like “nah m8 😔”

And you were like “aight 🤘😔”

And he thought you were hot so that’s a start

Then the third time was also another party

And then y’all saw each other again and made a convo this time

He for sure remember you this time cause he wasn’t as tipsy as before

Lol

So that’s how y’all met

But just like Richard

It took this boy a long time to actually get his shit together and be like

“I actually like this girl”

Ya feel?

But you already liked him

But you understood his position

You were actually grateful that he didn’t just agree to go out with you if he wasn’t certain about you

It saved you the heart break

But after many MANY months

He gave in, and he was grateful for your patience

Anywhore

Now to the headcanon of dating the Ecuadorian fuck boy who we love

There is never a day where you’re bored

He’s always got something planned for the day

Lazy days are superior tho

His laugh could cure your acne, sadness’s and anxiety

Thank God he laughs every damn day

HE WILL FOR SURE TEACH YOU HOW TO SKATEBOARD

And if you already know how to skateboard then y’all will ride together like actual goals

He goes all out when it comes to dates

Will take you to the most expensive restaurants in the area

For sure will buy you a fancy ass dress

I highly believe that out of all the members he’s the one who’ll spoil you the most

Like fuck

It’s a lot

When he’s away on tour he’ll have a bIG ASS bouquet of flowers sent to you or chocolate

Will surprise you jewelry, food, clothes aNYTHING

you’ll have to remind him that he doesn’t have to do any of that but he insists on doing them bc he loves spoiling you sm

Yet when you return the favor by buying him something small he’s all like

“:0 thIS IS TOO MUCH, AMOR”

and you’re like “???? Khe ???”

For sure will teach you Spanish if you don’t already

Staring by cuss words ofc :’)

Whenever y’all go to the club he always comes up to you like you’re a stranger or smth

“I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?” ;)

“ChRisssss”

He’d try this the whole night making random guys come to your “rescue”

Chris is laughing his ass off while you calmly tell them that it’s just your bf

He doesn’t seem to be the jealous type

He’s v confident that u love him and only him

Which is true

It takes a lot in him to get jealous

But when he does

OOFFF

You better be scared

He never takes it out on you, just the guy who seemed to cross a boundary that Chris drew in his imagination

You’re the one who gets jealous easily for sure

SO MANY PRETTY FEMALES THROWING THEMSELVES ON HIM MAKES YOU SEE RED

But he always shows you that you’re the only one he wants if you know what I mean ;)

Honestly, y’all don’t even cook, just order a shit ton of food while watching movies or the both of you just work on your individual projects

If you ever get stressed over work or a project from uni hes always there

Softly rubbing your shoulder as he presses kisses soft kisses along the shell of your ear sending shiver down your spine as you relaax

It might lead to ;) or it could end in you cuddling until you get your mojo back

The sEX is bOmB bTw ;))))))))

Like, this dude is so into overstimulation and subspace that he’ll have you c*mmimg multiple times a night :):

Ooff

Edging is suCH a big turn on for this boy

Y’all fuck like rabbits no doubt

Public sEx is definitely HIS thing

Expect a quickie after each show in his dressing room when you visit him on tour ;)

Anything you do is such a turn on for him

You literally make him feel like a hormonal teenager again

I’m 92% sure this boy will cry one tour bc he misses you sm

Which leads you to surprising him on the other side of the world

Which he is super grateful for :’)

And then y’all have some bomb sex cause y’all a bunch of sex addicts m8

Whenever he feels down he just rests his head on your boobs and wrap his long arms around your body

You let him rant as much as he wants

And somehow you know whether or not he wants advice or just someone to listen

vice versa

Now imma be 100% honest

Don’t @ me

I feel like it’ll take such a long time for Chris’s mother to actually like you

He’s such a mommas boy that just seeing him with another woman might make her skeptical

Ooff I’m crossing dangerous grounds here

He’s siblings and grandmother automatically loved you, but his mother was distant

Christopher has to have a heartfelt conversation with her about it beCAUSE HE LOVES YOU SM AND HE NEEDS THE WOMAN OF HIS LIFE TO ACCEPT THAT

This lowkey makes you feel like an intruder

You feel as if you’re ruining their relationship

But you’ll also have a heartfelt convo with her and at the end of the day y’all would get along once she sees how much you love and care for her son

It probably took a year for y’all to move in together

But when you do, y’all have even more fun and adventures than before

Y’all goals asf

Most of his ig stories are about you

Videos, promoting your posts etc the whole package deal

Subtle matching tattoos

You say “I love you” first and he’s all blushy and giggle which makes you all bullishly and giggly as well :’)

And y’all just make love as he repeats the words and over and over :’)

He always has his hands around your shoulder

Pulling you closer at the most random times

HUGS EVERYWHERE MAN

Omfg this man smells like christmas heaven

Just like his mom, your family wasn’t certain about him first

And by your family i mean your dad(or male figure if you’re dadless :’)

Making him sad

But you’ll do your best to convince you dad that he is a good guy wHICH HE IS!!!!

After a while, he gave Chris a shot

And that’s all you ask for Tbfh

Will subtly mention you in interviews which would cause the guys to give each other knowing stares

Just Like Richard, you receive hate after hate

BUT YALL FICKING TOO HARD TO NOTICE!!

It sometimes gets to you but Chris is always there to comfort you

Making you go all uwu

He goes full mom mode whenever you get sick

Will google your symptoms

Lowkey has a mental breakdown when google tells him that you only have two weeks to live lol

He later calls his mom and she tells him what he should do

Will try to help you with your work but he just gives you a look and gives tf up

Soft hours late at night

You guys talk about your future and marriage and kids and it just lives you all soft and warm inside

Little did you know that he feels the exact same

You’d be in his arms slightly leaning against the headboard as your dress hands play with each other fingers talking about nothing and everything

Sings to you whenever you have trouble sleeping

THE GUYS LOVE YOU

Did I mention that? Lol

Just like any new friendship

Y’all were awkward at first but after a few minutes of getting to know each other they all loved you

Especially Erick, that boy is your child and you will protect him from any danger in the world lmao

That’s it my ppl :’)

Deuces once again :’)🤙🏼

[pxppinmolly-archived]

Val and Vel!

Vibe Check!: Ship Edition

How did I have a feeling if you were gonna send something in it was gonna be them.

Alright~!

Of course, full honesty with these here. I never really shipped Velvet with Val (or Vox really) at first at all. I was just kinda ... Okay!

I never really cared for it, and granted I never really shipped them much at all in the first place, SOOOO ... But I saw art and some posts and I was always like. Shrugs my shoulders, could live without it.

I thought they were all awesome besties for SURE. I did think their relationship was kinda fun, but I kinda saw them more familial at first. Val (and even Vox) being more of a father figure in her life. Velvet and her two gay disaster dads/best friends.

BUT.

As usual, when I pick up a muse they fucking 180 flip me and make their voice clear and go, “actually? I have thoughts of my own.” and all that went out the fucking door like. Immediately LMAO.

Again, full truth here, but it WAS you specifically that got me suckered into Val and Velv honestly. As I said my Velv muse is especially attached to your Val, after all. And so far their interactions and the posts you’ve made all really fuckin’ tied cinderblocks to my ankles and here I am drowning in this shit.

I know it feels and seems to be like Vox and Velvet being the closer of the two, if she was going to be closer to one over the other. Both from the pilot and them both being social media influenced BUUUUUUUT I just really vibe with Velv being closer with Val. I just think they share that energy and kinda have a similar vibe going on? Again I pointed out before in my personal lil HC Velvet adapting hearts onto her dress bc of Val’s influence, and they both are also fluffy looking son of a bitches. Also got some pinks and purples all going on yk yk yk.

Valentino is a cut throat and sadistic mother fucker and Velvet absolutely is a black tar hearted bitch. At least in my lil portrayal and view of her I imagine her very much not being the type of person to have much of any actual personal attachments to people, but Val is one of the two that she absolutely does, sincerely, love with her tainted little chest organ that can be argued if it’s even there. (I mean, how much she cares and loves Val - and Vox - is the only proof of there being anything in her tbfh -- )

Also like. Ok the huge size difference? I’m a sucker for that shit. Tiny little doll with this large ass mother fucker. Outstanding, luvs. Xoxo.

Also flipping the coin of Valentino, who is very much vocal on how love and all hat nonsense is bullshit, no such thing. Fucking cruel cold hearted bastard being soft and sweet on this feral little evil bitch? Okay, I’m a sucker for that kinda trope man.

There’s a lot of things on my little checklist of tropes and dynamics that make me a fucking sucker being checked off with them honestly and the fact I never even thought about it until recently is a shame on my part because I adore it.

And honestly? My craving for just evil and just. villainous ships and the lack I currently have atm is being very much sated with this and Im like. Finally-

[artificialqueens]

Black Leather Chapter 4 {biadore} - imafuckinglibra

Daddy’s home boys & girls & those who are the theys. Tbfh this one got a little rushed but I just wanted to be able to finally put something out for you so enjoy lemme know which of the other fics you are most desperate for me to finish or if you’ve just stopped caring about me k bye.

Darienne was the first of the girls entering the workroom after BenDeLaCreme’s elimination sighing deeply as Courtney followed like a baby bird learning to walk soon after.

Adore and Bianca were, as usual, the last to enter, Adore immediately making her way to the mirror to read Dela’s message but Bianca’s heart was heavy so she straggled behind the rest.

Adore winning the challenge and proving everyone who ever doubted her wrong made her insanely proud and happy but at the same time hearing her idol criticize her outfit was eating away her self confidence.

Not to mention even Kourtney Kardashian had a few words about her gown, a Kardashian? Judging her? Really?

“What the fuck is that on the mirror!” Courtney pointed towards the wall where the girls got dressed each week, now covered corner to corner in pink lipstick words.

“Oh, Jesus,” Darienne exclaimed and Bianca followed their staring. Her spirits lifting as she started reading the ridiculous mirror message along with Courtney.

“Well, congratulations miss Adore!” She quickly changed the subject, the insane pride she felt had pushed its way through her internal panic. Regardless of how negative her critiques were her love came first. “You won a sewing challenge!”

“Yeah, mother fucker, yeah.” Adore did her 90’s rapper act.

That smile. That was all she needed to forget any negative thoughts.

“You. Did. Great.” Bianca praised smiling at Adore.

“Thanks, baby.”

“Well apparently Adore’s the perfect banjie girl,” Courtney commented shady as fuck rolling her eyes like a displeased brat.

Adore began loosening her corset pretending not to be affected by her words but the voice in Roy’s head said something else. Literally.

‘You hearing this?’ Adore thought loudly again.

“You don’t know what the judges are gonna think.” Courtney in some fucked up way defended herself but as she spoke Bianca felt her love’s discouragement radiating out so she quickly changed the subject.

“No you, no you don’t know.” Bianca had to admit Adore’s emotions were starting to affect her too.

She felt vulnerable with her wig off and the puff around her shoulders off too but figured it was best to swallow her pride and take some of the spotlights off Adore to give her a breather.

“They want more, but then they want, my ruffle’s too big and my hat’s too much.” She half-heartedly laughed looking at Adore next to her to see if she was okay. “I don’t know.”

“If I am brutally honest.” Courtney began.

“Sure, be brutally honest.” Before Courtney began speaking Bianca spotted Adore in her peripherals turning to the Australian with a pouty glare on her face as if the younger was in attack mode waiting for her to say something shady so she could pounce.

“I kind of was thinking that you would turn out something that we haven’t seen yet.”

‘Was the kind of thinking you’d show some fucking talent for once and not throw people under the damn mat.’ Adore’s usual loud thoughts were now just unstoppable screaming in Bianca’s head as she continued her silent rant.

“Hey I’m still here, I’m grateful.” Bianca quickly put an end to the conversation and to Adore’s venting and placed her hand on the younger’s.

“Party.”

-

Roy dropped down onto the big grey couch with a deep sigh. The comments from the judges were still heavy on his mind, out of habit he took the little white handkerchief out of his pocket. Examining the embroidered letters that he had made a mental note of previously to ask Danny about.

Danny came to sit down next to him, no way he was done dedragging but he probably sensed the disappointment in Roy’s gut. The disappointment which was now mingling with something else? Something…different.

“Hey, baby.” Danny’s hand came up to rest on his knee.

“Why aren’t you done yet?”

“You were more important.” Danny smiled.

Love. Maybe that was what was rolling around inside? Danny was truly the greatest guy he could ever hope for. He was sweet, caring and absolutely adorable.

He leaned in closer to Danny’s side and dropped his head on his shoulder with another sigh. “Thank you, my darling.”

“I’m sorry Bob Mackie hurt your feelings.”

“He didn’t, well he did but…he was just honest.”

“Yeah but I know how much you like went on about him being your idol and all that and like I don’t want you feeling all sad and shit.”

“I’m a big boy I can take it.”

The mystery tingle sprung up again in his abdomen, now growing intense and spreading down to his groin. Following a similar path that Danny’s hand was moving up his thigh, casually and slowly.

“Yes, you are. I know how to make you feel better though…” Danny whispered against his forehead. His hand shifting to his inner thigh to give a squeeze. “I’ve been thinking how all day. About you all day.”

“I can tell.” Roy gulped.

“You feel that?”

He did, very very vividly. Intensely burning between his legs making his freshly untucked dick twitch ever so slightly.

“Baby. Not now.” Roy quickly grabbed his hand trying to avoid Danny’s advances looking so obvious.

“But I need you.” He whined biting the shell of Danny’s ear.

“Soon. Just a…”

“Ladies! Times up! In the van let’s go.” The designated ‘queen wrangler’ stood by the door ordering the queens back.

Roy could feel the tingling die down in the ride home, he and Shane sat behind the rest of the pack in the back of the small dark van.

As soon as he stepped foot in the dreary hotel room and closed the door behind him the tingling sprung up again, this time burning deeply through him causing his erection to grow almost instantly.

The source of said tingling jumped into the room just as unexpectedly as the feeling did when the door slapped him away and Danny appeared slamming the door shut behind him.

“Are you crazy? We’ll get…”

“Shut up.” Danny interrupted before he could speak by slamming his lips onto his.

His lips parting to allow their tongues to glide between their teeth to dance over each other.

“I told you I need you.” Danny breathed out into his mouth, his hands reaching between the small space separating them to reach for his jeans.

As soon as his jean was unzipped Danny dropped to his knees, wasting no time to pull out his semi.

His tongue flattening out to lick up the shaft of his cock, licking from the base towards the head to suck it into his mouth. His lips covering the sensitive tip as his tongue swirled around it for a second before he took him whole in.

“Shit.” Roy hissed when his cock was fully enveloped by his warm wet mouth. Growing more in his mouth by the second as he pulled back repeating this process till he was fully erect.

Roy’s hands wrapping around the back of his head to grab hold of his short brunette locks.

“That’s it.” Roy pulled him up by his hair so he’d stand and with his hands tightly holding onto his ass he lifted him effortlessly.

Dropping him onto the bed he pulled down his pants, his jeans around the shins of his legs hanging off the bed as he did before quickly flipping him by the hips.

“I’m really starting to love this faggy shit.” Roy chuckled when he saw he was wearing another jock strap. Danny once admitted he loved jock straps more than actual underwear and it was quickly becoming very apparent.

He sat on his knees pulling the jeans the rest of the way off, the tight white jock strap’s material tightly stretched, practically bursting from Danny’s growing erection pushing it out.

Roy, just as eager as Danny had been a minute ago, now rushed to get him ready to take him.

“Oh god.” Danny moaned dipping his back to push Roy’s pointed tongue further into himself. “Fuck you’re good at that.”

Roy continued eagerly eating him out, making sure he was properly lubed with his saliva even spitting on his ass one more time before he massaged his inexperienced asshole with his index and middle finger.

Danny, the over-eager young man he was, lowered his ass onto his fingertips in a desperate attempt to get him to hurry up.

“Roy, please.” He whined wiggling his ass onto his fingers a little more.

Roy didn’t want to neglect his love when he was so apparently in need and pushed the fingers into him feeling them clench tightly around his digits when he was knuckle deep.

He continued fingering him as he kissed all along his perfect ass, along the marks his teeth previously left. His lips clamping onto the tender flesh every so often next to the bruises to leave fresh ones as Danny sank lower into the sheets. His chest completely against the fabric now with his lower half resting on his folded knees.

Danny’s arousal radiating in his abdomen as well mixing with his own causing a dangerously irresistible want that he couldn’t bear any longer.

He stood up and lubed himself up one final time while he positioned himself perfectly behind the younger.

His hands gripping his soft hips tightly as he without warning slammed himself into Danny, the high pitched cry erupting from his partner sent a pang of guilt through him.

Maybe he rushed him a bit, not that he cared that much to be honest, his want made him desperate. Besides if Danny wanted to get fucked that badly he was going to get fucked. Properly.

However, he didn’t want to hurt him so he halted any movement and with his arms either side of his love he bent forward to bite around his shoulder blades. Careful not to leave any marks where his skin would be showing for the final runway.

Danny, however, didn’t waste any time but started riding back slowly, his movements strained giving away that despite his willingness he hadn’t given himself enough time.

“Impatient little fuck.” Roy chuckled standing back giving his ass a loud slap, the red hand forming instantly against the porcelain skin.

Roy grabbed a hold of the waistband of his jockstrap, tightly twisting it in his hands around his fist causing the fabric to dig into his hips. Using the new tight hold to stabilize himself as he started forcefully pounding into him. “Careful what you wish for, bitch.”

“You did promise.” Danny reached around to grab hold of the wrists twisting his underwear so roughly. His face smushed against the bed looking back up at Roy with those big irresistible eyes driving Roy wild.

With every hard slap of their bodies the force of it would make bed shake, the back of it hitting the wall as Roy’s belt buckle from his jeans still around his upper thighs hit Danny’s legs.

Roy pulled the underwear tighter till his knuckles turned white, the visible red lines scratching into his hips.

“Ah…Harder.” Danny moaned when he fully adjusted to Roy’s rough fucking.

“Want me to fuck you harder? Beg for it.” Roy growled, his one hand remaining on Danny’s lower back twisting the fabric as the other slid up to his neck, his fingers digging into his pulse points.

Maybe this is what Danny meant by needing him. He finally had an outlet for all the stress, the rage, the negative comments, the pressure, the drama - everything.

He had an outlet for it all, right here lost in Danny, his danny.

The hand on his nape pulled him up, sliding around his neck to properly hold onto him so he could continue fucking him without missing a beat.

The hand holding onto the waistband slid around as well, pulling it down in the process so his dick could be released. He took the now freed cock in his hand, the hold on it just as tight as his hand around his throat. “Beg.”

“Ple…please.”

“Good boy. Now show me.” Roy bit the shell of his ear and gave his jugular another squeeze. Danny reached his arms around, wrapping his biceps around his head when Roy stilled his thrusting

His hips taking over slamming his ass into him, the sounds coming from his love, the feel of his young body smacking against his body - everything driving Roy crazy.

With Danny’s arms around his neck he could let go of his hold on his hips and snaked them in his shirt up his sides to his chest. His index fingers and thumbs tightly squeezing his small erect nipples making the younger moan deeper.

From the new sensation over stimulating his body Danny’s muscles all grew limp, his arms falling to the sides with his back leaning against Roy’s chest. His mouth open clearly far lost in ecstasy when Roy took control again.

“Atta boy.” Roy praised in his low husky voice, his hands now back on his hips as he thrusted forward a few more times with such force Danny fell forward.

“Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah…” Danny’s moaning turned to incoherent gibberish. His fingers tightly gripping the sheets under him as Roy’s thrusts became more unstable, harder, desperate - unable to restrain himself any longer as he felt Danny’s orgasm creeping closer. “B…I’m gonna…I’m…”

His words were cut off when he fell forward, his back arching, his cry cut off from the fabric of the sheets between his teeth muffling any sounds.

“Shit!” Roy hissed halting his movements when he fell on top of him overcome with not only his orgasm crashing down on him but Danny’s as well.

“Fuck yeah, cum in me, baby.” Danny breathed out encouraging him as Roy filled his tight asshole, his hips thrusting a few more times with every pulse of his cock as he shot his load into him more and more.

The younger’s hand up on the back of Roy’s neck to pull him in for a kiss as Roy whimpered into his mouth when the last of his load entered him.

The warmth of his own cum enveloping him as the walls of Danny’s asshole relaxed around him further.

“Shit.” He breathed out again, a slight chuckle in his voice when he lifted himself off his lover. “Don’t get up.”

He pulled off his shirt over his head to wipe himself off as he slowly pulled out of Danny, watching the string of cum following dribbling out of his asshole.

Roy slapped his ass when he was all out but hit his thigh accidentally the second time when Danny rolled over. Revealing the wet spot he left in the bed when he came.

“You missed a spot.” Danny seductively whispered licking his lip, his hand stroking up from the base of his semi limp cock showing him the cum dribbling down from his head.

“Can’t have that, can we?” Roy bent forward holding his hips down onto the bed as he took him whole into his mouth.

Savoring the low moan coming from the younger almost as much as he did the taste of him sliding onto his tongue as he lifted his head back up. Careful not to miss a single drop of cum he flattened his tongue against his shaft till he reached the source of the liquid and twirled his tongue around it.

He let go of his cock with a pop giving his head a final quick peck, trailing his kisses down to the base of his cock and down his inner thighs.

“Happy?” He lifted a brow grazing his teeth along the soft part Danny’s thigh, right next to his balls.

“Fuck yeah.” Danny dropped his head into the sheets. “But fuck it man think you wrecked my ass.”

Roy snorted at the comment before taking a chunk of the supple skin into his mouth, his teeth biting down into it in the process making Danny whimper faintly.

-

“So what’s the deal with this?” Roy asked examining the initials threaded onto the handkerchief he still had of Danny’s.

He tried kicking the younger out after their moment but he wasn’t in any condition to immediately walk home. So instead while Roy was laying back against the headboard, with his jeans pulled back up but his shirt discarded and belt still unbuckle, Danny was resting his head on his thigh.

His fingers running through the younger’s short hair making him purr against his leg. He looked up at Roy to see what he was talking about. “Oh…that.”

Roy felt his euphoria turn to complete hollowness and instantly regretted his decision of questioning anything. His fingers ceased their playing and instead trailed down his cheeks to caress his chin with his thumb. “You don’t have to explain, I’m sorry.”

“No it’s okay. It’s um, it’s my da…it was my dad’s.” Danny’s eyes flicked to the fabric. “I use to watch him and my uncles fold theirs in a specific way in their pockets every morning or starch their pants’ creases and stuff so he gave me his one day to not feel left out. Kind of felt like him giving it to me was the only time he made me feel wanted or loved you know? So I just, I just kept it I guess.”

Roy’s heart dropped, maybe he shouldn’t have pried like that. Shit.

“I can’t keep this.” Roy held the handkerchief towards him trying to return it but Danny pushed his hand back.

“If you don’t you’ll be hurting too much.” The panic rising it Danny made his his voice higher.

“I’ll be fine. I can’t take this, Danny. Keep it.” He tried keeping his own emotions as calm as possible to ease Danny’s through their link.

“Okay…” Danny smiled softly. “I guess I should be going.”

Danny gave his thigh a kiss and pushed himself off the bed.

“Loves you.” Danny cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly goodbye.

“Love you too.”

Danny turned to leave but by the pulling in his chest Roy couldn’t let him leave in that state with a clear conscious.

“Hey.” He pulled him back by his shirt. Holding into his hand and staring directly into his eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster. “You are wanted and you are loved. No more weepy bullshit okay?”

“Okay.” Danny nodded.

-

As the girls were waiting for Jamal to arrive they were idly sitting at the table they did every morning enjoying the break the crew gave them to just chat.

Danny and Roy were in the corner of the table sitting next to each other for once, their arms next to each other on the table but neither made any attempts to touch.

“Everyone already knows just be gross and hold hands like a real couple.” Shane grabbed each man’s wrist in hand and slapped them together. “It’s 2014 dammit let the gays hold hands!”

“She’s almost as bossy as you.” Roy joked taking the bait when Danny spread his fingers and wove his through them.

“Oh thank you, jesus that feels so much better.” Danny purred when they finally made skin on skin contact.

Although he didn’t want to make it to obvious Roy involuntarily released a deeply relieved sigh as well.

They’d been apart all day, far too long to manage.

“So do you need to be touching all the time or else you die or something?” Darriene next to Danny inquired.

“I doubt it’s THAT severe but I have seen you go every variety of pale I think known to man when you’re apart.” Shane added poking Roy’s cheekbone.

“I mean I don’t know maybe you feel different but for me it’s like…” Danny started answering.

“Really really bad heartburn.” Roy finished his thought for him.

“Yeah or when someone’s lacing you up and they pull the strings back that like, that, intense tugging and then the longer you’re corseted that ‘oh wow my heart’s totally in my throat I can taste blood’ feeling, that.”

“What do you know about being laced up, hogbody?” Roy teased nudging the now pouting Danny’s shoulder. “But definitely. Like he said it’s this very, heavy pulling in my chest.”

“Have you thrown up yet?”

“Oh yeah. That day between filming right after we linked.”

“Mh-yeah.” Danny nodded linking the corner of his mouth. God he looked cute doing it.

So cute that Roy brought his other hand up to trail his hand up from his jaw to the back of his head to slowly pull him in for a small kiss.

“Gross.” Darriene snarled.

“Another!” Danny loudly shouted with his trade mark giggle and Roy happily obliged.

“Throwing up is part of linking?” Shane suddenly spoke up, the panic evident in his voice.

“Romantic, right.” Roy chuckled. “But even just if he was standing over there at the fabric planet wall I’d feel that. Kind of. That reminds me.

Roy suddenly got up and went over to his bag, digging through one of the pockets for what felt like forever.

“Guys can I speak to Adore in the hallway or something? Just for a minute?” Roy asked in the direction of Duncan and the set manager. He knew it was a long shot but just maybe they’d allow it.

“Sorry you know we can’t let you.”

“What if we both happen to go out for a smoke break? We’re still mic’d so it’s not like we’ll talk shop or anything.”

“I mean…” The set manager looked over hesitantly to Duncan, Courtney in the background quietly cheering ‘do it.’ “I’m okay with them both just accidentally happening to go out for a smoke together.”

Duncan looked down at his watch, counting something silently down. “Fine, you have exactly 8 minutes, if you’re not here we’re filming Jamal’s showing the dance routine without you and you can explain to Ru why you’re not in her music video. Got it?”

Strict as ever.

“Thank you.” Roy looked over to Danny, cocking his head in the door’s direction.

“Okay so what the actual fuck was that?” Danny finally asked when they reached outside and the still slightly brisk morning air hit them.

His heart started racing for absolutely no good reason as he watched Danny lighting the cigarette between his teeth.

“Want one?” Danny grinned holding the pack up to him as he exhaled.

“I don’t smoke you know that.

“Never? Because I sensed some bad juju involving cigarettes and some b…”

“Alright alright, shut up ,bitch.” Roy quickly shushed him embarrassed that Danny actually knew about his ex from his youth. Fuck this stupid linking process.

“Just trying to get you to calm down you’re the one making me feel all twitchy this time. fuck man.” Danny took another deep inhale, motioning Roy closer seductively curling his fingers slowly one by one.

He knew exactly what Danny was planning but was too desperate to kiss him or ease his anxiety. With his hand on the back of Danny’s neck and Danny’s hand on his cheek the pair leaned into each other.

Danny’s puffy lips hitting him first gently caressing his before their lips parted and a gust of menthol laced smoke invaded his mouth.

He wasn’t a smoker but if this was how it was done he’d become an addict in a heartbeat.

“Better?” Danny asked pulling back to caress his cheekbone with his thumb.

“Yeah. Okay now lemme do this before we both get kicked off.” Roy nervously chuckled coughing slightly when he exhaled the leftover smoke. “People will pick up on something being different if you’re wearing it but just you know, carry it in your pocket for now or something.”

He reached in his back poked and pulled something on a long distressed leather string out, raising his brows waiting for a yay or nay from the stunned young man examining his gift.

Danny was standing frozen with his fingertips examining the small silver ring with chipped gold flecks between the cracks. “Wha?”

“When I was younger, your age actually, I wore a lot of really cheap rings. And while hosting mardi gras for the first time one of them snapped. In my defense it somehow actually rusted because the weather there is shit, okay.” He laughed hearing how ridiculous the whole thing sounded out loud. “So um anyway, a friend of mine from New Orleans who makes jewelry kind of sanded down what could be saved and made it into a pendant that I’ve just always carried around with me. But I uh, I know you’re too punk for shit like that so if you don’t want it…”

“I do.” He interrupted lunging at him.

The older lifting him so he’d wrap his legs around his waist like an over excited child squealing in delight.

“And I have another treat for you in case you don’t want that.” Roy laughed digging in his pockets.

“Yeah?” Danny bit his lip. “Wha?”

Danny dropped his cigarette and took hold of the small piece of fabric Roy handed him. It looked less like something Roy would make and more like some 80’s punk had gotten his hands on a defenseless handkerchief.

It had the word ‘party’ embroidered in red and black underneath a skull on one side and on the other Danny’s initials.

“It’s like my dads?” Danny looked up from his gift, his fingertips still rubbing over the threaded D. A. N.

“But it’s not. It’s yours.” Roy smiled caressing his cheek. “I wanted to show you you’ll always be included with me, always wanted because I want you.”

Danny looked into his eyes as his own started glossing over with tears. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Roy smiled as the pair leaned in for a final kiss before returning to the workroom.

-

When Jamal came in and explained a little of what they’d be doing Danny must’ve picked up on Roy grinning so brightly at the tall buff man because the older could feel this intense burning jealousy filling his gut.

“Hey.” Danny mouthed slapping Roy’s ribs. “Mine.”

“You guys ready to learn some sissy- oghraphy?” Jamal interrupted before Roy could react.

‘Watching you.’ Danny’s voice echoed in his mind making Roy give his hand a slap before they all rose to go learn their moves for the music video.

Danny took his time however with Roy following shortly on his trail with their hands together before Roy’s fingertips gave a small yank on the back of his striped shirt.

“Help me.”

“Well that’s easy.” Roy joked dryly as they watched Jamal showing the moves they had to learn emphasizing his annoyance by rolling his eyes at Courtney.

Danny smiled at Roy’s nervousness biting his lip when Jamal called on him to show his part of the routine.

The way he so easily rolled his body seductively and his ungodly long legs looking absolutely incredible in his tight black jeans and pink heels caused a strange twitch in Roy’s groin.

Roy shifted nervously when he caught himself blatantly staring wide mouthed at his love. Probably looking like an actual idiot right on camera while Danny perfectly mimicked his part.

“Just to let you know I had a stroke in 1972” Roy warned when Jamal called on him which made Danny laugh, the sound easing some of his nerves.

“You got this c’mon.”

“Alright.” Roy yelled shaking his shoulders getting ready, hyping himself up before he attempted his body roll.

He wanted to look to Danny for some comfort but the glare he was getting from Jamal and the ever present reminder that cameras were watching him stopped him and only made his body rolls more awkward.

“Shit, I can’t I’m,” He laughed shaking his head. “Am I going down or am I?”

Jamal showed the way he was supposed to do it again and Roy parroted every move as best as possible noticing that this time it was Danny doing the blatant staring laughing at him.

The sweet sound of his giggles and his goofy grin only encouraged Roy to ham his moves up more the more Danny’s laughter grew.

Roy shook his head when Jamal stopped clearly unamused by his show.

“Keep going c’mon! Come back to me.” He laughed.

“But look, you cant be smiling like this.”

“It’s that stroke! It’s that stroke.” He continued his joke with the most idiotic grin he could manage repeating his goofy body roll ”You like this? Like my roll.”

Jamal however remained unimpressed so he quickly stopped and apologized. Shooting a glare over at Danny and mouthing. “Your fault!”

“She’s trying to impress her boyfriend with her new hip.” Shane teased with a sly grin making Danny clap back.

“Someone with wig lines so dirty they be looking older than my existence shouldn’t be sayin’ shit.”

Roy proudly cackled and clapped his hands looking either side of him as the queens meowed at each other before Jamal pulled them back to being professional.

Watching Darienne fucking up his part even more than he did only discouraged Roy further. He didn’t want to be in the same boat as the other queen and get pulled aside like some special kid in school who needs extra attention so he continued practicing his moves on his own while the others watched Darriene.

“You got this.” Danny reassured him again before he leaned back so he could look at him behind the queen between them. “C’mon epileptic realness”

Roy threw his head back as he clapped his hands laughing the shady comment off. “Dont make me cut you.”

Danny blew him a kiss but before he could retaliate they were instructed to all perform it together once or twice to get the unity of their dancing down.

-

Much later when Darienne was having her final four lunch with RuPaul the rest of the three girls were busy picking out their outfits for the final runway, well, mainly Roy and Shane. Danny was sitting to the side trying to remember if he even had any more outfits to pick from or if he should just risk making his own seeing as he won the glitter ball.

“I’m tryna’ decide for the final runway look between like this or to go for something with a little more pazass” Danny nervously continued watching when Roy walked over to Shane to help look at what he was showing.

Pouting as he saw Shane show off the shimmery belt he held up followed by what looked like an ancestral hand me down from Big Bird’s great grandma. “This is like a feather backpack but it’s got like big pheasent feathers coming out the back.”

“It’s cute.” The youngest of the group made an effort to be included that went seemingly unnoticed.

“I have a hooded thing.” Roy ignored him pulling the hood off a gold dress to show off as well.

“Aaaah.” Danny moaned at the glimmering gown which finally made him turn around to show off the hood to him as well. “That’s pretty .” He smiled the best he could but before Roy could comment back Shane interrupted with yet another option.

“Maybe this is my opportunity to wear my Priscilla wig.” Shane came strutting up to them with ridiculous fake purple hair as if straight from the movie itself.

A wig so ridiculous it actually made Roy pull a disgusted face from where he was leaning against the table.

“It’s a little homage to Priscilla queen of the desert.” Shane continued strutting around clearly living fully in his own fantasy till he found another goodie to show off.

Examining a blue and red dress while Roy still debated if the hood was the way to go, reconsidering it as he this time held it over his head with an unsure pout and looking Shane up and down with whatever he wore this time.

While they were growing more and more confident with their decisions the nerves were getting too much for the youngest again and before they knew it Danny had excused himself for a quick smoke break.

When he came back Roy was pretending to show a black sheer dress with stones twirling it around to play it off as if he didn’t even realize Danny had left.

I mean obviously he knew, what kind of bullshit was that? How could Danny be so thick to think he wouldn’t pick up on his emotions sooner, before Darriene even left in fact.

Unable to stand his depressed puppy dog expression or the gnawing in his chest any more Roy for once decided to ignore the cameras and walk over to him for a little heart to heart of their own.

“You know what you’re gonna wear yet?” Roy asked as he drapped some green tape over his shoulder.

“I’ll wear something cute.” Danny held up a bright blue gown that looked more like something Roy would’ve made when he had just started.

‘Baby, no.’ Roy scolded silently in his head when he noticed Shane looked like he had a bitchy comment to announce again.

“Say something shady I dare you, I’ll trip you on that stage bitch.”

Shane’s sudden locked shut lips and shocked expression reassured Roy all to well his comment did the trick as the blonde instead just titled his head to try and keep inside whatever nasty remark he was going to make this time before scurrying away to sort his jewels while Danny discouragingly showed off his dress again.

“Where’d you get it.” Roy asked calling him closer.

“It’s just 10 dollars on ebay.” He proudly admitted walking closer to where Roy was making a snarl and feeling the cheap fabric as if it was an abomination that deeply offended him.

“Looks it.” He tossed the fabric away from him. “Bring that sparkly thing I have an idea.”

After Roy got back from his own lunch date with Ru he couldn’t even remember half the things they talked about. The time flew by too quick for him to catch up and especially since he was mostly focused on getting through it so he could go back to where he was sure a still depressed Danny waited.

To his disappointment Danny got called immediately after he returned just as with Darriene and judging by the tension in his stomach it wasn’t going well.

Memories of Danny’s dad popped in and out of his head helping him piece together why he was feeling the way he was and recognize that they must’ve been talking about him.

Feelings of abandonment and sorrow rushed through him as he tried fighting through it all and ripped out a piece of paper from his sketchbook.

The rest of the 20 minutes that Danny was away Roy spent on the couch with a cold towel against his forehead from withdrawals getting the better of him.

He didn’t move an inch except for when he sensed Danny coming back and rushed to compose himself as he went back to work on making sure everything for his final runway was perfect.

Danny walked back to his station completely drained after the emotional chat looking for Roy but the man was hidden behind his gowns in the corner so instead he proceeded to his own.

Never realizing that Roy kept a close watch through his peripherals making sure Danny saw the big torn page of instructions pinned against the dress he’d shown him earlier.

‘Stop overthinking it and turn it the fuck out. Use this as a guide and spend tonight stitching on these sequins just as I show here. If you need help call me.

PS: you’re dad would’ve been proud’

[kvetas]

*✿ 001; tyl headcanons (tsuna)

gotta establish what kind of guy he is ten years later before i even start to think about threads tbfh. they won’t be in any specific order.

tsuna is more composed and has more confidence in himself in comparison to his past self. he’s nearly appears to be a spitting image of giotto back in the day. though he has accepted his fate of becoming a mafia boss, he refuses to inherit the vongola’s accumulated sins. he currently works to tear down the vongola and reign as primo for neo-vongola.

though, in the end, he’s still the down-to-earth and humble person who can’t quite say no to someone in need that he’s always has been.

tsuna is just the kind of guy who’d look like a dignified figure, but he’s honestly running purely on 10 cups of coffee from doing an all-nighter with paperwork the night before because he slacked off a bit earlier in the day thinking ‘i’ll be able to catch up with paperwork later haha!’.

well he did, but at what cost.

also, i don’t care how classy he has to look as a mafia boss, you’re going to have to pry his Hoodie Aesthetic from his casual wear out of his cold, dead, hands. he will fight you on this with his dying will.

someone usually has to wake him up and pick clothes out for him if they don’t want him looking like a five year old dressed him up. he still hasn’t fixed his habit of sleeping in during the morning so he’d put clothes on haphazardly in a mad rush if left unattended.

compared to how he’d panic to a situation, he’d normally be kinda impassive, rather no-nonsense, and maybe even a little amused at General Canon-Typical Shenanigans happening. but this is mostly contributed to the fact that he’s literally just too tired to be putting up with this with only maybe 20% actually being from a backbone lmao

he’s so jealous of other mafia bosses who actually have time to travel around. since he’s running the literal biggest mafia family in the entire underworld, he has considerably more ground to oversee even with divided sections of the organization. and he still has to take time out of the day to train so that he doesn’t get rusty smfh

sunday is like, the only day of the week he eventually had made to be his official off day. please do not @ him about work unless someone is literally dying/is dead. this happens more often than he’d like, however.

his sundays are usually either lazy days (usually the case) sleeping in or binge-watching tv shows, taking time to visit the town, or just hanging out with friends. nothing special, but that’s pretty much what he’s aiming for here.

there’s about, a 40-60% chance of someone barging in to drag him into canon-typical hijinks anyways though.

unlike his dad, he actually takes time every week to call his mother and tries to take a weekend off every month to go visit her. (usually, he’d bring lambo and fuuta along if possible.) i like to imagine that he’s in a group chat with her, along with reborn, lambo, i-pin, and fuuta so at least they text often. for holidays, i would imagine he’d visit for new year’s, for sure.

he most likely went to university in italy on the pretense of a scholarship (despite his miraculously average grades he graduated high school with) at 17-18 via reborn kicking him to using italian lessons in practice.

i guess he majored in business. since. that was the most relevant major.

initially, tsuna’s only really able to pull off cooking something simple considering how clumsy he still is. but after living in italy for like, a week, tsuna became homesick, and started missing his mom’s cooking. he wasn’t satisfied even when a cook specializing in japanese food was hired. so he seriously started to learn from his mom’s recipes after that and now he’s a relatively competent cook. Though, he still isn’t on par with his mom’s cooking, if anything he’s just. Okay with maybe a 18% chance of making a blunder. But he’d feel bad hassling his cooks about it.

he prays that the day reborn crashing by to lay down spartan cooking lessons never comes though god may it never come.

still reads manga in his spare time, though he generally reads it on his phone. also plays mobile games now instead of consoles, but rather casual about it. not really the kind of guy who’d drop $100 for rolling any favorite characters but he definitely has general bad luck on gachas so he wouldn’t. really play games with that implemented very much. :’)

you know those kinds of fancy formal parties where all the mafiosos and other important figures go to? yeah, he Dreads going to those very much and hates it when he can’t just send anyone else to go instead because it’s important enough to warrant mafia bosses to go.

like YEAH SURE, he can keep up a conversation about work and business deals and inane stuff like taste in wine or designer watches blah blah blah. but he’s practically just. auto-piloting 80% of the time, the remaining 20% is just mentally figuring out when a good time to Leave is. technically speaking, he has all the authority to walk out whenever he wants but he’s too polite oops

but yeah, if he can help it, he’d usually just be frequently be near any of his guardians and personnel. he just wants to hang around his friends lol

thank fucgkin god he’s able to refer to everyone by first name basis by now. like, he’d still use honorifics but Gosh tsuna, hayato and takeshi are like, your best friends - why were you still calling them by their surnames even at the end of the manga.

he’s usually so, so unbelievably happy if a mafia boss he’s friends with is at the party too because God, finally, someone he can relax enough to talk about stuff he’d be fine talking about. dino, uni, and enma are like SS+ tier level. byakuran’s like, A tier, if only because you just never know what he’s thinking so that makes tsuna kinda nervous still especially since he had a life-or-death battle against an alternate version of byakuran but hey, at least he’s generally a fun guy. longchamp is probably at a C tier because he’s... pretty tiring to deal with but he appreciates his friendliness and sincerity.

tl;dr - being a millennial managing a whole ass syndicate is Hard. he may seem like a distinguished bi, but really he’s a disaster and he just wants to curl up and Nap.

[ne0nbaby]

Enemies to lovers!cal

Request: can u do enemies to lovers with cal? thank u x

thanks for request hun hope it’s not too bad!! ok yea it’s a bit messy im sorry my love i hope you still like it a little bit 

- ok so you’re actually one of luke’s best friends for years and he asked you to come on tour with the boys as the stylist bc you know how to make a good ass outfit as well as fix the mess they call their hair 

- you hit it off with all the boys really well like y’all became best friends   except for calum for some reason bc he was being difficult 

- but like you were too sooo 

- he’d love to do shit to tick you off like complain about his hair 

- or saying he wont wear an outfit just because of the color or the material is itchy even tho it was like the softest shirt he just loved to make you mad 

-  y’all could actually go at it sometimes like full on yelling bc of something stupid

- the other boys thought it was funny first and would like make jokes calling calum your best friend and vice versa

- cal lowkey being jealous of your friendship with the rest of the band especially luke

- he'd always have a dumb comment and roll his eyes when you where talking with luke

- "are you done talking to your boyfriend so you could do my hair or what?"

- at this point even luke was getting annoyed and the rest of the boys but like mostly luke

- Ashton actually was the one who confronted calum first bc he's like a dad tbfh and was tired of his SHIT

- "why do you keep acting like a dick to her? She's actually a really cool person when you're nice to her"

- "she just annoys me"

- Ashton gets PISSED bc y'all actually got close and he saw how your feelings would lowkey get hurt at some of the things calum says

- "i don't care if she annoys you treat her like a DECENT HUMAN"

- calum just rolls his eyes and leaves but hears Ashton whisper something

- "what did you say" "she's too good to be treated like shit"

- he didn't say anything and just left but then started thinking about you

- how you'd always do nice things for the crew like help them out whenever they needed it

- you always stayed up with them to help clean up after shows

- you even brought them brownies and cookies that you'd make for everyone bc you love baking and it was an excuse to make a shit ton of sweets

- calum being the stubborn bitch he is would never get one but the one time he did he was like well shit

- he slowly started to realize that Ashton was right and he was just being a dick

- he was trying to figure out what he was gonna say to you bc he actually felt really bad

- when he finally got to the dressing room he was all ready with his apology

- homeboy even got you your flowers after he bugged the fuck out of luke to tell which ones they were

- you being the good person you are accepted his apology but like you were still kinda cautious bc you were scared he was gonna turn on you again

- he'd notice that while you guys were starting too be friends you weren't as close as the other boys

- which now made him highkey jealous

- he was confused on his feelings bc you'd make him feel some way and he'd constantly be a bit jealous bc you weren't giving him attention

- he didn't know what to do anymore so he just talks to Ashton about it

- "i don't know i just feel like she still doesn't like me which hurts bc i think im actually starting to really like her and im confused bc i don't normally feel like this"

- he kept rambling and rambling until ashton lost his shit and started LAUGHING

- "im trying to tell you my feeling THIS ISN'T FUNNY"

- Ashton just keeps laughing bc he doesn't understand how two of his best friends can be so OBLIVIOUS

- "OH MY GOD ARE YOU BLIND ?! SHE'S LIKE BASICALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU"

- calum was shook i like jaw dropped, eyes wide, can't even say anything shook

- cal thought he was just messing with him to get his hopes up but really y’all were both headass for each other

- “ dude she still has one of the flowers that you gave her. i was about to throw it away bc it was dead but she almost pushed me over saying she can’t throw it away bc you gave it to her”

- luke walks hearing about the flower “ oh yea y/n would literally fight anyone for that dried up flower”

- oof when calum heard that he got the biggest fucking smile that boy was WHIPPED

- that was literally all the convincing he needed homeboy was already on his way to get more flowers

- the way he asked you out was simple but so cut ;(

- he got your favorite flowers again and also on of your favorite albums you’ve been wanting you talk about it all the time and you bet your ass he listens bc he is HEADASS 

- “i heard you still have one of the original flowers i gave you so um here are some more so you can replace them .. and also... um  doyouwanttogoonadatewithme?”

- he looked so nervous it was so cute omfg mY FUCKING HEART STOP

- you almost miss everything he just said but of course, you said yes 

- everyone already knew you guys were gonna get together so when you guys officially started dating you were EVERYONE’S power couple

- you guys are actually the cutest fucking couple and now you drag calum to help the crew too he even bakes with you even tho he’s really just there making a mess

- he finally appreciates you for everything and he’d do anything just to make you happy

- you were his world and he was your’s

i dont know how i feel about this it’s lowkey a mess like i wrote the first half while i was really high yikes dont judge me bc im a borderline pothead . also sorry for any errors i finished this real quick bc i have to do my stats h help 

anyways my request are open for hc’s !

AGAIN SORRY THIS IS SO MESSY 

[fragmentedink-archived]

Well to balance it out, evens for Nik!

thank!!!

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

Nik collects lighters!!

What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

Nik will wear whatever the fuck he wants depending on his mood. His Go To clothes are usually dark colors, graphic tees or band shirts, and ripped jeans and biker/combat boots. He’ll wear long sleeve shirts pushed up to his sleeves. His Dress Up Clothes is a black on black suit. He also always has a pair of headphones and rings on him as well as a set of leather bracelets he chews on

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

I think Nik would like spiders and snakes. He likes dogs. I don’t think he really dislikes any animals?? Except for like, maybe fish??

What is your OC’s theme song? 

currently, Trouble by Valerie Broussard

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

lust def lust

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

Patience??? Nik??? he don’t know her

He can be very hot-headed

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

Oh,,, Nik will eat anything. Like Nate, he is a damn garbage disposal. But he really doesn’t like bland foods and likes them SPICY

What does your OC smell like? 

Sandalwood and sea salt

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

mmmm Nik is afraid of small spaces. he’s actually lowkey afraid that his parents are Right about him being nothing more than a fuck up who has done Nothing right. Tho that is a more,,, subconscious fear.

weaknesses: small spaces, rational thinking, asphodel, hellfire, keeping his mouth shut

Nik’s strengths: Death magic dual swords, hand to hand combat, being a fucking idiot

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

oh man he would FREAK 

but in a GOOD WAY

Music!!! On small devices!! That hold hundreds and hundreds of songs!!!! clubs!!! more drugs!! to try!!!

He would get SHIT FACED

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

NIk was,,, a mostly good student?? I mean, he had moments where he got into fights with other students, he back talked sometimes. But he was mostly a good kid, who was Dealing with a Lot of Shit

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

Live life to it’s absolute fullest and take no shit from anyone

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

mmmm probably his brothers??? or cam tbfh. His brothers have shown again and again that they care about him, and that they Love Him, so ofc he cares aabout them. He’s getting dicked down by Cameron and Cameron is his boyfriend who he knows loves him, and its bec of Cameron that he is alive alghadslg

His father. His father has locked him in rooms for days at a time, to get out, to break out. he pushed and pushed and pushed him to the point nik doesn’t fucking CARE anymore.

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

Nik would chew at his lip piercing, or he would chew at his bracelets. He would probably flip his lighter lid a lot it gets on cameron’s nerves. a lot. Nik isn’t,,,, really addicted addicted to the drugs he does?? he could stop if he wanted to, but he just doesn’t. He doesn’t see the Point. But he is addicted to making stupid fucking decisions

well. I guess he could be addicted to sex tbh. he does get antsy and pissy when he hasn’t been laid in a while. Good thing Cam is more than willing to help with that aslgthasdlg

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

n a h. Nik isnt really the marriage type. He doesn;t need a fuckin peice of paper or the government to tell he can get married or be faithful or committed to his partner. 

Kids,,,, are interesting. Nik would not mind kids. He doesn’t actively want them. Like he’s not gonna go out and Make a Plan to Have Kids. If he happensd to have a kid one day, great. Otherwise, he’s cool either way

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

to be enough

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

idk that he is actually a part of any social groups?? he will show up at parties, hang around w his friends. 

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

I think Nik actually wants to be understood. Like. On a fundemental level. He wants to be understood for the angry, damaged dude that he hides very very well behind his grin and partying and obscene wealth and Swagger

What would your character do with a million dollars? 

blow it on his friends or girls/guys

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

out dancing. Party clothes, probably a lil highlighter to make him Sparkly. Whoever he plans on boning that night

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? 

He does have some scars!!!

He has two smol scars on his eyebrow that he put there himself solely for the #aesthetic 

He probably has some nicks and scars from fighting and things like that. But nothing Too Major, at least not yet i dont think

How does your character react/ accept criticism?

Nik: criticism?? what could I Possibly need to be criticized for???

everything nik everything

tbh it depends on the person giving it and how its given. if its done by someone he likes/respects, and its done politely and not rude or belittling, he’ll take it p well. But otherwise he’ll dig his heels in and refuse to change anything

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themselves. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

yes, yes he does

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

his parents were cold bastards and that made him an Angry Boi who acted out 

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

Nik?? Die?? ha.

He would just look you flatly and be like try your worst. He is death. you can still die you idiot aoghasdlgs but he would be like well see about that

whats that quote?

rage rage rage against the dying of light

that is Nik to a Point. He is a fuggin fighter and he will be damned if Death kills him First

he will riot and rebel against dying to the last possible breath

[aspcnrowe-blog]

hi new friends im lou and tbfh i dont know what happened in this intro but it’s a damn right mess. promise my plotting is less messy so hmu or like this if you’re keen.

—— wait, that’s not VIRGINIA GARDNER! it’s ASPEN ROWE who identifies as CISFEMALE. a TWENTY-ONE year old JUNIOR and a MEMBER of THETA MU GAMMA. ASPEN is OPEN-MINDED, SARCASTIC and studying SOCIOLOGY. will SHE even have time to do anything else?

 background

- grew up in the country town of broken hill, nsw, australia but she and her mum moved to melbourne, vic to escape her father after they had a falling out. ( i’m highkey just making her australian so i can use a bounty of slang on you all get ready ). 

- she grew up in the suburbs, her mum growing more and more distressed as she aged. the abuse that her father would give her mother had maintained a long-term effect on and her mental health was deteriorating more and more with every drink she consumed. 

- aspen learned the difficulties of life when she was young, and she began having to take care of her own world. she began work at 14 at a trusty mcdonalds store ( less than minimum wage ) and found herself in a managerial position when she was 18. 

- she was a hard worker and she maintained good grades. the fact that she did this with her mother’s state was remarkable, but she had support from teachers and parents-of-friends throughout the experience. lots of pasta bakes were taken home by this girl, they basically lived off them.

- it was a surprise when she realised she needed to move away. she’d lived a life merely looking after her mother but could that really be considered living a life. with her mcdonalds funds, a scholarship to luama, and a backpack on her back, she found her way to luama. that’s where she is now.

- what of her mother? that’s a good question. i don’t even know yet, so we’ll just get back to that one day.

 personality

- very edgy and sarcastic. you can see that she was raised on the rougher side of town, that she had to fend for herself, that she’s aged a lot quite quickly. but she’s trying to embrace the trueness of being a university student and alas there are bounties of new experiences that she won’t say no to.

- actually genuine though. she grew up having to support her mother and she understands the necessity to be kind to others. she doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

- definitely a hard worker. she’s here on scholarship, and she’s not intelligent just good at trying hard, so she can get caught up in her own little world sometimes. 

- probably the definition of ‘tomboy’. aka, she’ll ride her skateboard basically everywhere, most likely has a beanie on and really doesn’t know how to dress appropriately for parties. someone teach her how to be a girl.

- she undertakes photography in her spare time.

- very gay sry boys.

 connections

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #157

hey instead of lyrics, there’s a warning for a religiously offensive answer.

How many kids do you want to have?  Only too many scaly and furry ones. <3 Who’s the last person you smoked weed with?  I've never smoked it. Who is the person you have hurt the most?  Probably Mom. Who is the person that has hurt you the most?  Jason. Who was the last person who cried around you?  Mom when she found out about my cousin Brenna. What was the last thing you cried about?  Emotional conversation with Sara. What’s your current problem?  Just friendship stuff after breaking apart from Colleen again and being ignored when I've been reaching out to old friends, something I've been putting a lot of effort into lately.  I just don't get what's wrong with me/what's that damn unlikable about me that I can't make or maintain friendships. What brand of face wash do you use?  Biore.  Or I think Neutrogena if I have a pimple. Do you know anyone who owns a boat?  Dad. Did you get carded the last time you ordered an alcoholic drink?  I surprisingly didn't.  Nor did I get carded when I bought something from the liquor store for Mom and me.  Do I look 30 or something now that my hair's cut. Did your parents give you an allowance as a kid? No. Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth? No, thankfully. Are you (or have you ever been) a vegetarian?  I am.  Took a brief break for weight loss purposes but seeing as that did nothing, I went back to it and plan on staying that way. Do you ever use Snapchat?  No. What was the last show that you watched a full episode of? The Good Doctor. Do you get your feelings hurt easily?  Yup. When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get?  Coke. What’s the nickname of your home state?  The Tar Heel State. What’s the worst type of weather in your opinion?  Hot and humid. Do you have a Kindle or iPad or neither?  Neither. Would you rather read or write? Write. Is there a dead end road near where you live?  Most likely. Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought?  No. Do you have a sensitive gag reflex?  YUP. Are you at risk for any medical issues?  Heart issues run in my family, and I'm finding out if I have hypoglycemia like.  Tomorrow. Is there an upcoming concert you want to go to?  Metallica in January, desperately. Do you own a robe?  No.  Don't really need one.  I get dressed right after showering. What is your favorite mark of punctuation?  Question mark. How many deep dark secrets do you have?  I don't really keep it a secret, but I don't just happily share it either.  One. Where is your father right now?  I'd assume at work. How comfy is your bed on a scale of 1-10?  I guess like... 7? What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten?  Hot wings at BWW doused in like the... fourth-hottest sauce. Who last called you sexy?  The only one who is insane enough to call me that is Sara. Do you want any more piercings?  Collarbones when they're prominent again, more in my ears, and then if/when I lose enough weight probably lower back dermals and bellybutton. Do you believe in heaven and hell?  Not in the Christian concept, but in some manner, probably.  Certainly a heaven of some sort for the good.  I don't know about a hell, but maybe purgatory as earth-bound spirits?  I mean there's no way the evil are going to a lovely place. Which do you think you're most likely to go to?  Hopefully a heaven, but if it turns out the Christian god is real, happily to Hell because fuck him for a multitude of reasons. How will the world end?  A meteor strike seems logical.  Flooding from global warming (I don't know how much it actually would cover if all ice melted, but).  The sun dying, if Earth is lucky enough to possibly survive that long. Are you scared of the dark?  No. How many true friends would you say you had?  Like 2-3, lol. Do you have a motto?  Not really. When was the last time you went on a trampoline?  Couldn't guess. What’s your best memory with each of your parents?  Dad, maybe him teaching me to ride a bike.  Or playing softball.  As for Mom, maybe the time we were driving around one night, grabbed some milkshakes, and jammed out to Judas Priest way too loud lol. Do you believe that leaving a significant other for someone else is ever a good idea?  I mean, sure.  If you truly loved your s/o, you wouldn't even consider someone else.  Better than cheating. Is it possible to ‘fix’ a ‘broken’ relationship?  I'm not sure, honestly.  This will never in any universe happen, but let's just say Jason and I got back together.  It wouldn't work.  At all.  Our relationship was Heaven to me until it ended, and I know it could never be repaired. If you found someone seemingly perfect for you, but it turned out they had a child… would you still give the relationship a chance?  Nope.  I could never take on the role of a parent figure for a child.  Nevermind one that wasn't mine or Sara's. Is it possible to ‘fall out of love’?  Yeah, been there. Why do you think people choose to get married?  Some people just enjoy the idea of a legal union with each other to signify their love, some don't want sex or kids before marriage, etc. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?  We're both girls, but if it was physically possible, definitely. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?  Mom or Sara, depending on the subject. Who was the last person you danced with?  Sara. How many tattoos would you get?  Arms covered, hands, knuckles, neck, sternum, hips, back, ribs... lots.  The only place I'm not very interested in tattooing are my legs, but it'll probably happen if I find something I love and also to balance things out.  Might look kinda weird to have so many but then none below my hips. Abusive relationship: leave him/her or keep it a secret?  TELL.  SOMEONE.  I'm sure the idea is terrifying, but what's scarier is staying with someone abusive.  Tell someone who can do something. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?  Breasts. Who was the last member of the opposite sex you laid in a bed with?  Jason. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus?  I like the broccoli, the latter is disgusting. Do you like gore?  Sometimes it's aesthetically pleasing to me, sometimes it gives me a quick gag if it's something real gross with humans because then I can actually imagine it on myself. Have you ever read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov?  No.  Pretty sure I know the basis of it, though, if it's about the lolita fashion.  My friend had a phase where she was deeeep into it and told me about a book of that name.  Gross. Do serial killers fascinate you?  Not especially, but sometimes it is intriguing to learn just how fucked they can be.  I wonder how the mind can make up some shit. Besides your own, what’s your favorite country?  That I'm at least somewhat aware of, I find Japanese culture quite interesting. Would you ever get a septum piercing?  Nah, don't think it'll look good on me. Are you lactose intolerant?  No. Are you allergic to gluten?  No. Do you know anyone who is missing a toe?  No. Do any lights stay on while you sleep?  My snake's and iguana's lamps. If you have a notepad in your phone, what do you use it for the most?  Lmao tattoo ideas. Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender?  At least three girls.  Two before I even realized I was bi lmao.  Just looking back, my bond with them on my end wasn't straight, Alon especially. What store do you shop at the most for clothes?  HotTopic. Would you ever get your nipples pierced?  I very recently actually briefly considered it lmao.  I wouldn't tho.  Tbfh mainly just because of foreplay reasons shhhh. How many pets do you own?  Six. What’s your least favorite season? I loathe summer. Do you like tacos? Omg no. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert. Do you like to play board games?  Not really, no. Are you fond of romantic novels? When I read, I wouldn't actively seek them out, but I enjoyed quite a few. Fruit Loops or Cocopops?  Fruit Loops = Good Shit. Would you eat a live spider for one million dollars? Biiiitch yes for that much. Do you believe in aliens? I've been more open to the possibility lately.  Maybe. If you were the last person alive besides one other person you get to chose, who would it be?  My Sara Jane. Dogs or cats?  Cats. Do you like cotton candy?  I can only manage a couple bites.  Too sweet. Would you ever use a dating site? I like to pretend that never happened lmao neeeever again. Do you believe in ghosts?  Absolutely. Rap or pop? Pop, if I had to pick between the two. Do you like Lady Gaga?  Some of her songs are super catchy. What about Nick Minaj?  She's very talented in her genre, but I'm not a fan of her music. How many pairs of jeans do you own? None. Do you have an addiction to anything?  Technology. Do you like cheeseburgers?  Probably what I miss most being a vegetarian.  I love burgers. Do you have a Flickr? Yes. When did you last vacuum your room? Few days back. Who was the last person to sit on your bed?  Mom. Do you have a favorite flower?  Orchids. Do you like to cuddle with your S.O. or do you prefer your space?  Depends on how comfortable I am in the relationship.  In my current one, I am like.  Soooo cuddly. Do you like being called pet names or not?  Depends on the person.  Parents, s/o, friends, sure. Do you care if your produce is organic or not?  Not really, but I mean if I was to pick between something organic or not and I was aware, I'd certainly pick the organic. Do you get enough calcium?  I love milk, bro. Who is it that you’re in love with?  Sara 100% 100% 100% my babygirl. Is your significant other of the same ethnicity as you?  Yes. Do you have any friends in a band?  An old friend is the guitarist of a pretty nice metal band. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip?  Classic, probs. What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?  Suicidal depression. Do you ever donate money to charity? If so, which charity and why? Once I have a source of income, I plan on donating to every charity livestream Mark does.  One, because it's just being a generous human, but also because I try to actively support everything he does. How many are too many partners for one person, in your opinion? Basically, I only support monogamy. What has been the most exciting moment of your life thus far? Meeting Sara. What’re your plans for your next birthday?  Lemme get my Mark tattoo, man.  Go out to my favorite restaurant.  Family time. Have you ever kissed anyone with a tongue ring?  No. Thinking back to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on their bed?  Yeah. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed?  Yeah. Thinking back to the last person you really, truly passionately kissed, how many times have you cried because of them?  Waaaaaaaay too many times. How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater?  Like low 50s. Has anyone ever pulled a gun on you?  Whoa no. Kisses on the cheek or the neck?  If you're not in the mood to make out, don't kiss me on the neck lmao. One word to describe your most recent ex? Hilarious. Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? I only like scrambled. Have you ever gotten into a club, whilst being underage?  Never been to one. When do you plan on moving out?  When Sara and I are ready to move in together. Before Facebook became popular, did you use any other social networking site like Bebo or MySpace?  I had MySpace. Do you think when someone says “I love you” that you are obliged to say it back?  Definitely not.  Those are strong words. Which Disney princess do you think is the most beautiful and why?  Hmmm, I think Pocahontas.  I just think she's very pretty. What’s the best food to have at a sleepover?  PIZZA. How did you meet the last person you shared a bed with?  YouTube. Do you have any half-siblings?  Four. When going shopping for junk food, what’s the first thing you pick up?  Usually chips. At sleepovers, do you usually stay up all night or actually go to sleep?  Go to sleep. Is there anything in the room you’re in that’s really dusty?  I neeeed to dust my fan. Do you know anybody with different colored eyes?  No. Are any of your relatives vets?  Not to my knowledge. How many minutes do you consider late?  More than 5. What kinds of food do you dunk into milk?  Just cookies. Do you have any current or past teachers on your Facebook friends?  Yes. How much sugar do you like in your tea/coffee?  I hate both. Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk?  Yeah. After seeing a movie, do you go to a site to enter a review about it?  No. Do your parents vote?  I know Mom does.  Guessing Dad does. How would you react if your best friend was pregnant/got someone pregnant?  My best friend is my girlfriend, and I'd support whatever she decided.  She doesn't want kids at all, nor do I think her body could handle it, so I'd understand if she aborted, and if she didn't, I'd try damn hard to be an amazing parent. What restaurant has the best fries?  Bojangle's fries got all her challengers SHOOK. What does your mailbox look like?  Just a normal 'ole mailbox. Would your mom make a good president?  No. What’s your favorite thing to eat during a movie?  Popcorn. Do you consider cooking to be an art?  Sure, it can be. What browser do you prefer to use?  Chrome. What genre of films do you like the best? Paranormal horror. Have you ever had a crush on someone several years older than yourself?  No. Does your best friend have any tattoos?  No. Who was the last person you were rude to? Did you have a good reason?  Probably Mom.  There's never a good reason to be rude.

[piahautea]

Appreciation Post: My Lovely Barkada

I’ve always been the stick-to-one type of friend.

Back during the first two years of junior high, you’d only see me with just one friend. One lunch buddy, one fair week constant, one automatic partner, one let’s-go-to-the-library-during-intrams-instead co-lazy bum, one companion and one everything. But never really the more meaningful ones like: a confidante, a tell-me-your-secrets-they’re-safe-with-me type of chill, a laughing comrade or a wingman /pagdating sa mga crushes na iyan/. That was until I met each of the cartoon people above. 

This post is dedicated to them. The not-so-small barkada I never thought I’d have. They've also been so supportive of my blogging ever since and I want y’all to meet them! Somehow you may also try to see a part of yourself in them with their little intro’s /but that's only if you want to/.

A little disclaimer by the way: Their art banners are filled with silly deets about them while their actual descriptions are a lot graver; although, it's still sounding a lot like silly Pea wrote them, aye. 

This is Leila. Leila’s been one of my best friends since 10th grade. I never thought we’d be in the friendship situation we have now because I only thought surface-level bros were all we'd ever be. But, nah. What are those for anyway? She was the quietly-acing-my-way-in-the-honor-rolls type. And, well, I was trying so hard to be that student. But we just randomly sparked up a convo about my blog and her love for Niall Horan and then she became my confidante in an instant with her shipping me so hard with a Tumblr boy that I used to like. In the things I thought highly impossible for myself, she believed I could turn them around in my favor and she stood there behind me with her hand on my back. She’s the best. I still wish she'd become a doctor, even though she's already faced towards a different track.

This is Margaux. When she spots you and you tickle her fancy, she’d probably talk to you. Basically, that's what happened to us. We were just batchmates in the same baking class. That changed when we bumped into each other at a charm store; she saw me first, tapped my back and said, “Hi!” like it’s nothing. Post the little meeting and the year after, we became classmates. And then I knew that smiling was her best asset and her laughter was her best type of music. She’d made me cookies and a chocolate-mint birthday cake for my 18th because that’s her. You hear little words and phrases like pastries, being top-level artsy, beauty queen pageants, genuine grins, dressing up for fun and you got it. That’s still gonna be her.

This is Froilan. If you know me well enough, you’d know that this dude’s been one of my constants since the beginning of time /‘di naman haha since 9th grade lang siguro/. You'll see him almost everywhere I go and part of almost everything I do. We’ve also been constantly teased by past classmates about us having that chemistry and that maybe we were already secretly a couple. All I can say is, nope. We’re merely bros. I love him, though. In the gayest way possible. He’s amazing in general. He loves getting and slaying the D so much. Drawing, dancing and designing *wink wink*. I’m never afraid to be myself when I’m with him and for that I’m eternally thankful. He’s also my punching bag hehe he enjoys the force of my knuckles kissing and smashing his fudge brownie skin /poetic/.

This is Nesli. She’s the first friend I’ve ever made in our circle. We’ve been together since the 7th grade and mutually sworn to be each other’s best friends during 8th grade. She’s also one of my confidantes. And the one who’s literally seen me in the good, the bad & the ugly and has still loved me no matter what. She has a heart large enough to fit in giraffes, all her favorite Filipino & European dishes, historical fiction books, her family, her art, her hoes and all her other friends. She’s my happy pill, tbfh. She’s going to make it big in the animations field or in any other field because she’s that flexible. She can write, draw, paint /in both the common mediums/, care for wildlife and humanity vividly. It's such a cakewalk to believe in what she's capable of because when she dreams, she dreams with her eyes open and with stellar passion running freely in her veins.

This is Brian. He’s one of my sister’s former tutees. I’ve heard stuff about him being sassy and loud /which he was/, but our friendship was a bit like of a plot twist. An unexpected thing. Although believe me when I say this: my sister predicted that we’d be the best of friends in the future. And she was right about it. 9th grade and I can still fondly remember it all. We’d sit in a corner where people weren't around to sing Defying Gravity because it was his fave and I was his fave duet partner, too. Sooner or later, we begun that singing routine. He easily became the person I’d always wanna sing with and now he’s worked his way to get into theater by switching schools for both SHS and college. I love my theater geek friend /who apparently knows how to get wasted now/. And I miss having to deal with him and his antics everyday. 

This is Gia. Being friends with her was also an unexpected one. She’s quiet and was only the closest to Cather /you’ll get know her later/. We’d never really had those talk-talks until the final years of junior high. She lent me her copy of To Kill A Mockingbird and it opened me to widen my reading choices. We also discovered each others’ love for indie/alternative rock music. She loves Nirvana, blink-182 and The Killers and it killed me. I’d also boast to those who love her brother’s band from the indie OPM scene that I’m friends with the vocalist’s baby sister because Hello? it’s not everyday you get to be friends with someone who has blood thick and rich of musical notes and art. She's an epitome of those two things.

This is Mika. Mika was Froilan’s friend first. And then she randomly talked to me in class and we became instant friends who loved hugging each other. She’s the type to get crafty and make you keychains or little drawings of your favorite things for Christmas or your birthday. She’s the sweetest soul and she likes to share stories with you; it doesn’t matter how long you’ll chatter with her. She’s also super smart! She helps me with all the Math help I needed back when we still had to take Math. You would just never see an honor roll without her in it. And yes, she had a phase with Big Time Rush back in junior high. But now, it seems like she’s also been bitten by another Kpopper /probably a friend from outside the circle/. She's the kind of treasure I'd like to keep with me anywhere I go. 

This is Carmela. This one’s another plot twist kind of friendship. Like Margaux, she’s also extremely loud and friendly. Like randomly-popping-into-your-face kind of friendly. She’s chatty but it’s a reasonable kind of chatter. She also dances like a pro. I envy her grace on the floor and the flat stomach she'd cultivated out of that. We may not have the same amount of time as we had before but we see to it that no matter how busy we are, we’d never fail to exchange short stories and warm hugs when we see each other. Also, yes, she is my co-bully when it comes to Froilan. Everything she does to put him in artless misery cracks me up every time /that’s how we roll/.

This is Seline. I’ve only known her this year but since then, she’s already been one of my closest friends in class. We just vibe well and we could talk about anything in the pop culture spectrum or just anything Tumblr and art-related. I love how her mind just works like a charm and concocts puns real quick. I love how she'd update me and tell me stories about her dogs and their newborn puppies because we share the same love for these critters and it just makes me giddy every time. Because of her, I’m starting to rethink my stances on animated films /because I’m not big on those/. She makes some of the greatest digital artworks I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait to have more cafe adventures with her and our other amigos and to visit her in Benilde by the time we reach college. 

This is Cather(ine). Like Nesli, we’ve been friends since 7th grade and best girls since the 8th. She’s the cutest /next to my spot/ in the group and makes equally-adorable reactions to everything she sees. It kind of takes her a while to do almost everything she has to do but it adds up to how she handles anything with the utmost love and care not anyone would ever spare time for. She's also loud whenever she opens her mouth to speak /e.g. when we're in the car and it's quiet, she would completely ignore the silence and start a quickfire with her words but that's okay because she can never be irritating to me at all/. I love her that much. I hope she’d find solace in the fact that she’s a bright, bright kiddo who would slay any scientific fate she’d choose. I’d always have her back as she's always had mine.

When we met, it suddenly just made sense to meet altogether, too. It wasn't like our personalities were so similar with the other that we just had to gather around a campfire and talk about starting a tribe or something. Our personalities differ; but in such a way that we complement each other, filling gaps that needed a little something of this or that. But about the tribe thing, yes we do gather. Annually. For Christmas. And it has to be in a different house each year until we get to be in everyone's humble abodes.

Ladies & gents, this is my second ohana. My very own battle cohort. Top 1 in my small list of kada’s. My most favorite non-blood related people in the universe. I used to be a stick-to-one kind of person. Now, I'm mostly a stick-to-ten.