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Si tú me quisieras

(If you loved me)

Mike schmidt x Gn!reader | wc: 2.2k

“Si tú me quisieras, el amor que quisieras lo tendrías conmigo. No soy cursilera, pero si me quisieras, sería todo distinto” — Si tú me quisieras by Nia Vanie & Adrian Bello

Warning: Friends to lovers | Sappy | angst and fluff (?) | mentions of sex | fighting | a bit of aggressive Mike

notes: it seems like I love writing sappy stuff for Mike at 1-4 am. I didn’t really revise this so sorry if there is many mistakes or repeated words ✨ Also the lyrics in this story is the same as the one from the intro (and yes. Mike knows spanish here)

Summary: As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult for Mike not to hide the secrets that are troubling him. He has had enough and decides to reveal his feelings to you, his best friend.

You caught sight of Mike wearing the same shade of sage green shirt you were wearing. With a deep breath, you called out to him, "No, no! Change, please. That's too much of a coincidence!”

Mike sighed heavily, slamming the car door shut behind him. His eyes narrowed, frustration etched onto his face. "Can you give me a break? This is the only clean shirt I have left!"

Reluctantly, you let out a frustrated groan. It wasn't about the shirt or the coincidences; it was about how deeply it affected you every time he wore that particular color. But you knew pushing him further wouldn't solve anything. So instead, you relented, "Fine, fine."

Why does it matter anyway?" he asked, increasing the volume of the radio in an attempt to cover up his unease.

Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel as you tried to explain your concern. "Because people are going to think we're a couple,"

Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had been hoping that today would be the day when you finally noticed him in the way he wanted you to. But here he was.

“But like, we aren’t so it doesn't matter, does it?”

“I guess.” You shrugged.

You started to suggest what movie to watch at the end of the day. A little tradition you guys did after running errands together, but Mike was staring at the street, drowning in his thoughts. Did you hate the idea of dating him that much?

“No hay nada que pueda hacer que me veas, y eso me duele tanto. Y aunque tú no me quieras como yo te quiero yo te seguiré amando.” / “There's nothing I can do to make you look at me, and that breaks me. Even if you don’t love me like I love you, I'll still adore you.”

"Isn't this the song that you like, Mike?" you asked, a small smile forming on your lips.

Mike's response was quiet and subdued. "Uh, yeah."

He didn't like the song, not really. He related to it, to every verse, word, and beat. It was a reflection of his feelings, a mirror to his unspoken thoughts and emotions. The lyrics echoed through the car, resonating with both of you in different ways.

“Dicen que de amor nadie se muere, pero si este dolor es la alternativa, prefiero la muerte” / “They say no one dies out of love, but if this pain is the alternative, I rather die.”

Mike sat silently next to you, the strum of guitar strings and the singer's melodic voice echoing throughout the car. A wave of disappointment washed over him, making the atmosphere in the vehicle almost suffocating. You could sense his discomfort, but you pressed on, trying to stay focused on the road ahead.

“Te estoy amando aunque no te diga nada. Estoy guardando este secreto para mí en el fondo de mi alma. Si tú me quisieras, no perdería ni un minuto más. Me entregaría con sinceridad, si te quedas conmigo.” / “I'm loving you even if I keep quiet. I’m keeping this secret in the depths of my soul. If you loved me, I wouldn't lose another minute more. I’ll sincerely give myself to you, if you stay with me.”

…

Feeling the need to intervene, Mike quickly stepped in to assist an elderly woman who was struggling to reach for a specific medicine. "Oh, let me help with that," he said, his voice filled with genuine kindness. As he handed her the item she needed, a warm smile spread across his lips, and you couldn't help but feel proud of his compassionate nature.

The woman thanked him graciously, her eyes twinkling with gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said, her gaze shifting between you both. "You two look like a nice couple. It reminds me of when my late husband and I used to go shopping together."

A sudden flush crept up your cheeks as the weight of her words settled upon the both of you. You knew it wasn't intentional, but the implication made your heart race faster than it should. Swallowing hard, you felt the need to clarify things.

"We're not a couple," you quickly replied, your voice tinged with slight awkwardness. The heat from your blush radiated outward, an audible confession of your true feelings.

Mike smiled gently at you, his eyes dancing with a mix of mirth and sadness. "Definitely not a couple," he affirmed, a hint of longing lurking beneath the surface.

As he turned to face you, he couldn't help but notice the defensive posture you took, your arms firmly crossed over your chest. Was there pain in your eyes? No, it couldn't be. He pushed the thought aside, choosing to focus on the present moment.

"Well, you seem pretty insulted by that," he remarked casually, attempting to shift the topic away from the elephant in the room.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What? I’m not good enough for you?” Your words were laced with humor, but the underlying emotion was undeniable. There was a yearning, a desire for something more.

Mike sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. "We are not having this conversation again," he stated firmly. Today, he simply couldn't muster the energy for the friendly flirtation that had become a routine between the two of you.

The innocent, fun activity of grocery shopping quickly transformed into something far more uncomfortable between the two of you. The mood had shifted dramatically, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to grow more oppressive with every passing second.

Mike could no longer mask his emotions – his face bore the unmistakable signs of anger, complete with furrowed eyebrows and heavy breathing. His movements became more forceful as he tossed items into the cart, each action an expression of the tumultuous emotions churning within him.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, you hesitantly asked, "Are you alright?" The question hung in the air, seemingly adding fuel to the fire. The guilt you felt for asking it gnawed at your insides, knowing that you might have only exacerbated the situation.

Mike glared at you, his dark eyes flashing with hurt and resentment. At that moment, he couldn't bring himself to answer your question.

As you tried to find a way to bridge the gap, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the last straw in maintaining the delicate balance of your friendship. For years, the two of you had shared laughter, tears, and dreams, but now you stood on the precipice of something unfamiliar and uncertain.

…

To lighten the mood, you attempted a weak joke, "Where else, boss?" but it fell flat in the wake of the tension between the two of you.

Mike provided a terse response, focusing on giving directions to Walmart without acknowledging your attempt at humor. "I need to get a few things for Abby, she's doing a project for school," he said, buckling his seatbelt.

Attempting to ignore the growing discord, you asked, "Oh, are there any close by?" and started the car, navigating the streets according to the directions Mike had given you. However, your nerves got the better of you, and you found yourself missing turns and getting lost.

Each error only served to fuel the fire. Mike's frustration grew with every misstep, a slow burn that threatened to consume the both of you. And then, finally, it boiled over. "Left, I said fucking left!" he shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back his emotions.

"My fucking god. Can you drive?"

Stung by his harsh words, you couldn't help but retaliate. "What the hell is your problem? Why are you suddenly acting like a bitch?" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, the frustration of the day taking its toll on your composure.

His eyes locked onto yours, the transit stretching on as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he snapped, "Because you're terrible at driving!" It was a feeble excuse, an attempt to deflect from the real issue that loomed between you.

Your heart sank as you demanded answers, pleading with him to reveal the truth. "I'm not stupid, Mike. Tell me what is it!"

Mike's jaw clenched tightly, his mind racing as he tried to find the words to articulate his thoughts. But the harder he tried, the more elusive the truth seemed to become. The weight of the question pressed down upon him, threatening to crush the fragile foundation of their friendship.

Finally, he posed the question that hung between him like a cloud. "Do you hate the idea of being with me?" His heart pounded in your chest, waiting for your response, fear and hope to battle within him.

"What? Am I disgusting to you? Is it because I don't have a set job? Why?"

The weight of those words hung heavily between you, the car falling silent except for the hum of the engine. In that moment, everything felt on the line – your friendship, your future, and the truth that had been bubbling under the surface for so long.

"I never said that," you responded, your voice shaking with hurt and confusion. You grasped for some semblance of control amidst the chaos of your emotions.

"Well, you don't have to!" Mike declared, his voice wavering. Years of unspoken feelings finally burst forth, spilling out in a torrent of raw honesty. "We've avoided this for years. We're not friends!" The accusation hung in the air.

Mike recounted memories that flooded your minds, moments shared between the two of you that transcended the boundaries of friendship. "Holding hands at IKEA? Almost kissing? Showering together and almost having shower sex?"

With a bitter laugh, Mike snarled, "Friends, my balls. We're more than that, and we've been avoiding the truth for too long. It's time to face it."

"I just didn't know you liked me..." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the truth bore down on you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume you.

Mike's eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I've liked you for a long time," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared to say anything, scared of losing you as a friend."

The car fell silent once more, the hum of the engine the only sound that broke the heavy silence. At that moment, the two of you sat there, grappling with the new reality that had been laid bare between you. The path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear – the friendship you had cherished for so long has now changed.

Mike sighed deeply, attempting to gather his thoughts and steady his escalating emotions. "I understand if you don't want to ever see me again," he murmured, his tone filled with a combination of regret and resignation. Despite the turmoil, he reached out and gripped your hand tightly, a silent plea for understanding.

"But, if that is the case," he continued, his voice catching in his throat, "at least let me kiss you... for the first and last time." The request hung in the air, heavy with the implication of finality.

You felt your body tremble at his words, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through you. The prospect of sharing this intimate moment with Mike, the one person you'd always cared for, both thrilled and terrified you.

"I don't want to die without knowing what it feels like to kiss you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of longing and desperation. The weight of the moment bore down on both of you, the unspoken emotions finally giving voice.

"And you won't have to," you whispered, desperation mingling with determination in your voice. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you until your lips met his in a searing kiss that echoed the years of longing that had built up between you.

Mike hesitated for only a moment before responding, his arms wrapping around you as the passion of the moment took hold. The weight of the past years melted away, replaced by the intensity of the present. For once, the uncertainty that had plagued your friendship was gone, replaced instead by the electric connection that had always been there, hiding just beneath the surface.

As the kiss lingered, you began to realize that this was not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter for you both. The path forward may be fraught with uncertainty, but you were ready to face it together, finally embracing the love that had grown between you.

Fin, Hope you enjoyed! I just wanted to write more than smut 😪

[igotanidea]

Batboys x albino!s/o headcanons

Requested : yes

This one was truly a challenge and got me thinking. But I like nonobvious requests, so if anyone else got anything specific in mind, ask away :)

DICK

He would notice it straight away, like he is tuned into spotting extraordinary looking people

Definitely staring at first, but not in the creepy or judgmental way, rather astonished

He would love you, I mean, consider the fact that he had dated a princess from Tamaran with purple hair and eyes glowing green,

I believe he would be the one to try to get the attention of such person by showing off a bit, trying to display all his best feature to match your outstanding ones.

“Hey, let’s be friends!”

He would show you off as well, sometimes making you blush or causing a bit of a drama when you feel a bit insecure about going out or being put on the spotlight

Once you get into a relationship with him, he would be the protector, always ready to assure you how amazing you are, and that people are only talking because they are jealous

Definitely doing self-care together, he would love to help you oil your hair and moisturize the skin (face mask first!)

And on sunny days he would never let you leave the house without putting a ton of sunscreen on, always having a sun umbrella to protect you from the rays and/or a bag otf other accessories (sunglasses, hats, etc.)

Casually running fingers through your hair or stroking your skin, just because he can

JASON

I think he would be the one to miss your pale skin and unusual hair color

at first

come on, this guy has  a white hair strand in the middle of the forehead and a tone of scars, I don’t think he focuses on the looks that much

But he has to notice eventually (probably by being called to order by Dick or Tim because of how insensitive he is)

Cause yes, he may seem a bit insensitive and rough on the outside never really addressing the matter of your albinism, but we all know he cares much more than it shows

You want to go out, but feel shy? – he will hype you and kill scare off anyone who may even look at you in a judgmental way.

You want to stay home and watch movies, but get insecure because of the way the lead female character looks? – screw the movie, he will kiss you until you forget about the whole world and just believe in yourself

I strongly believe he would be the one to understand why you feel down the best of all the batboys

He would stand with you in front of the mirror, pointing out all those little things you feel insecure about and then his own

“See, baby? We match.”

forehead kisses and cuddling on the couch (he won’t let you leave, just holding in that iron-clad embrace, not that you care).

TIM

Oh my god …

He’s like a walking encyclopedia and that is not necessarily a good thing

The most open about the matter, but the most awkward about it as well.

Once he started getting interested in you as more than a friend, he read like a whole library about albinism and approaching you without causing any psychological pain or hurt

And with that he pushed the point to the other side

“You don’t need to walk on the eggshells around me, Tim! You treat me like an alien or something like this! I am a person!”

And after a little fight he would confess that in fact he likes you and therefore all that embarrassing behavior

He would be the one to create a safe space for you both, like a bubble,

He’s been judged before and kind of learn how to not care and just be happy and content with himself and is more than willing to share his methods with you

Grabbing your hands the second he notices you getting insecure, arms rubbing and temple kisses

Making you meet all his friends, who will love you the first second they saw you

DAMIAN

Oh, he’s the one to stare at you with that impenetrable gaze which also seem judgmental, but it’s just curiosity

He’s been raised by a cult of assassin, there are so many things he knows shit about

Making you blush hard, which is way too visible on your pale skin

No one can really tell what he thought when you first met.

Not saying  a single word, just gawking

Pushing your limits to the point when you either cry or yell at him and it makes him even more interested (and maybe tiniest bit sorry)

Since then, he’s been the one to spite you just to see your reaction

Slowly getting addicted to that, to the point where any other girls just seem to ordinary and he misses having you with your astounding features around

“You are a jerk, Damian!” “Why? Because I find you the most interesting person on the planet?”

And once you get together ? he would probably go everywhere with his katana

And I mean everywhere, just to scare everyone who may say a single bad word about you

No one would dare

Even when you are in a relationship, he would still stare at you at times, when you don’t see that

He just can’t seem to keep his eyes of you, but is never going to straightforwardly admit how much you mean to him

[sparklingchan]

Echoes|| Hwang Hyunjin (Stray Kids)

Pairing: Reader(fem.) X Hyunjin

Word count : 5.8K+

Warnings : Blood, death, weapons, fire.

Genre : Romance, time-travel AU, royal AU, suggestive, mentions of death

Description: One day, you’re a college student, barely making it through your finals. And the next, you wake up in a palace, married to the most beautiful man on earth. What the hell is happening?!

A/N : HELLO MY TUMBLR FAM! I know its been way toooo long. And I’ll be honest, I missed everyone and I missed writing more than anything. I’ll try to post regularly and I hope my stories reach out to you as much as they did before.

Also, in other news, if this story gets a good response then imma write a mini series of royal stories for the other members as well(the stories will not be interrelated tho)

I hope y’all like this! I put my heart and soul into it!

You're not sure if you're awake anymore or just a frozen sack of meat staring at a painting like your life depended on it.

"See? I told you, y/n! She looks like you." Your friend, Lia squeals excitedly. You wish you could share even half of her enthusiasm.

You knew this trip to the museum was a bad idea the moment you got on the bus. This entire trip has just not been clicking with you the way you'd expected it to.

You were always a history lover, though. You'd read pages and pages about kings and queens and ancient politics and everything along those lines. This trip was supposed to be equally enlightening but you'd spent the entire day trying shake off an odd, eerie feeling that seems to have latched on to your back.

"Yeah.." you mutter to Lia.

Your eyes run along every single stroke of the painter's brush. The red hues of the curtains, the golden shine of the crowns, the green frills on the Prince's overcoat and the brown contour of the Princess's face.

The face that somehow mirrored yours.

"Maybe she's a far, far ancestor of yours?" Lia suggests, "Who knows, y/n!"

There's no way a Princess from the 1800s could be your ancestor; you'd know if you had even a bit of royal blood coursing through your veins.

And in that one possibility out a million, even if you did have a royal ancestor, there's no way she'd look exactly like you. No way.

"Or it could be your past life, y/n." Lia's voice goes into a whisper, her eyes widening behind her square rimmed glasses, "Maybe you were the princess."

You only sigh in response.

You walk closer to read the placard placed near the foot of the painting.

Hwang Yeji

Painter, 1795-1856.

Portrait of His Royal Highness Prince Hwang Hyunjin and the Royal consort

1827

Oil on canvas

Her Royal Highness princess Hwang Yeji was born in 1795 to His majesty King Chung and the royal consort Her Majesty Queen Sayuu of the then kingdom of Clé. She also has a twin brother, Prince Hwang Hyunjin who is believed to be older than her by a few minutes.

“It is said that the Crown Prince and Princess have had quite a tragic story, and Princess Yeji had gathered strentgh to complete this painting a long time after her brother and sister in law were tragically killed.” Lia reads out the rest of the sentences.

"I'm taking a picture, oh God! This is so fucking awesome." Lia fishes out her phone and starts clicking pictures of the painting, muttering how the similarity between these you and the Royal Consort is giving her goosebumps, "Should I make a video too?"

Her voice drains out into the background as a throbbing pain spreads across your head and eyes and you see odd flashes like the scenes of a movie playing without any particular order; castles, ball dances, a crown colored in blood and a boy wounded in your arms.

An unexplainable force pushes you closer to the painting and the moment your fingers touch the rough wooden frame, your headache stops.

"Y/n, you're not allowed to touch the pai-"

Lia's voice gets quieter and quieter till your vision goes black and your body goes limp.

*

When your eyes flutter open after god knows how long, you find yourself in a rather unexpected place.

The room is bright. Too bright for your liking. Yet the sparkling white marble of the walls and floor look beautiful against the dark brown vintage furniture of the room.

You stir against the feather soft mattress of the bed when a concerned voice calls you from across the room.

"Oh my darling! You're awake!" The voice is gentle, "We were so worried about you, y/n."

Your vision is still hazy but you see the figure of a lady walking toward you.

"Um, where am I?" You ask, rubbing your temples.

Until a while ago, there was unbearable pain but now you feel fine.

"Oh dear," the lady sits at the foot of your bed, "You're home. Do you not remember?"

Home? Since when did home go from a 3 BHK apartment in the heart of the city to this huge, fancy room?

"There..there has been some kind of mistake, ma'am."

When you try to sit up, she pushes you back down. Gentle but insistent.

"Dear, you need to rest. The physician will be here in the evening and I am to stay here with you until Hyunjin arrives, okay?"

She smiles at you and finally, you are able to take a closer look at the woman. Her hair is graying but long, a silver crown rests on her head gracefully and she wears the most beautiful silk gown you'd ever seen. Her face is wrinkled yet when she smiles, one can tell that she must have been quite a beauty back in the day.

"W-who might you be, ma'am?" You ask, nervous, heartbeat in your throat.

You were excited when you saw the fancy room earlier but now it's getting real creepy. Why is this random woman talking to you as if she knows you?

"Oh, dear, y/n," She places a hand on your forehead, and you flinch, "I'm your mother in law. Queen Sayyu. Do you really not remember?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat.

Queen Sayyu. You'd heard that name before. That painting in that museum you were in. Lia was right beside you. What the fuck happened after that?

"I think you're mistaken, ma'am. I am a student. I cannot be married." You mutter, "Did you find my phone when I was brought here? I could call my friend. She must be around." Because there's no way Lia would leave you alone with this creepy old lady with some serious personal issues, right?

But then again, Queen Sayyu was a real person. And for all you know, her daughter in law did resemble you.

Did you perhaps travel back in time? Or was it just your brain making you see weird things?

"Phone? What's that?" She asks.

You sigh, and tap your thighs where your pant pockets once resided but now, your fingers slide across the softest silk.

"Where are my clothes?" You jump out of the bed, getting worried by the second.

Why were you dressed in a blue silk gown? You don't even remember ever buying one.

Panic seizes you when Sayyu tries to touch you, "Ma'am, would you please tell me what’s going on? I'm genuinely confused!"

"I am telling you the truth! You, y/n Princess of The Northern Kingdom was married off to my son Hwang Hyunjin a few months back. " she sucks in a deep breath, "Did you perhaps lose your memories after the accident? Did you hit your head too hard?"

You are about to open your mouth to reply when you hear a gentle knock on the door.

"Y/n, it's Hyunjin. "

Sayyu passes you a worried look before she rushes off to let her son in.

"It's worse than I thought, " you hear her whisper as the front door opens, "She has amnesia!"

You sit on the edge of the bed, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

As if the mother wasn't enough, the son is here too. Brilliant.

"Please talk to her. She is saying peculiar things like some thing called phones and some girl called Lia and she kept asking who I was!" Sayyu continues whispering to Hyunjin, with no active reaction from the latter.

You wonder if Sayyu was really stupid enough to think you couldn't hear her.

"I'll talk to her." A male voice finally replies, "You should rest, mother. You've been here all day."

For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to have a look at your supposed husband.

You have a fleeting memory of the painting you'd seen back at the museum but you weren't sure if the Prince really did look as attractive in real life.

You hear the front door open and close, and then heavy footsteps approach you.

"Is this some new plan of yours? Trying to get attention again?"

Wow. What the actual hell!

You snap your head to look at him, "Excuse me?"

But oh, boy was he beautiful. Long blonde hair, golden eyes and blue silk robes, he carried it all so elegantly.

"Y/n, please. I know you didn't actually lose your memories. So stop pretending and tell me why you are doing it."

For a second, you almost feel bad for yourself.

Well not you you but the princess you.

It must have been hard marrying someone like this. But then again, good looks hardly ever guarantee good behavior.

"I am not pretending. I genuinely do not remember anything, Hyunjin! Why do you have to be so mean?"

"If you really do not remember anything then why are fighting with me like you do always! See, I was right. You are lying."

You clench your jaw, frustrated, " I am fighting because whether I remember you or not, you're still a piece of shit!"

Hyunjin's eyes widen in shock. Of course he never expected his graceful wife to ever use such profanities. He looks betrayed.

"Now get the hell out of my room."

You climb back into the bed, cover your head with the quilt and shut your eyes.

Before you know it, you are sleeping soundly with no idea that your poor husband is spending the night on the sofa in your room

*

The next morning, you are woken up by your maids followed by the most delicious breakfast ever.

They prepare a bath for you, chose a gorgeous gown from the closet, and even style your hair. You do not even have to lift a finger to get these things done.

And all of a sudden, your odd reality doesn't feel as horrible anymore.

You remember the placard placed near that painting, and all your fears vanish. It was written that Prince Hyunjin and his wife would be killed in a few years and you are positive that when you die in this world, you will wake up in your original world.

Yes, the dying part is scary but might as well enjoy the luxury that comes with the fear.

In the afternoon, you find yourself sipping tea and breathing the fresh air of the rose garden behind your palace quarters.

"So you are...Nabi. My lady in waiting?"

Nabi is a cheerful, smiley young woman. She also seems to be closer to the princess version of yourself than most other maids.

"Yes, your Highness, " she sighs sadly, "It breaks my heart to see you like this. Do you really not remember anything?"

"Um, I remember some things. Like the king's and queen's name and princess Yeji. I also know that I am from the Northern Kingdom."

You also know that you'd die in around two years and Hyunjin's sister will make a painting to let the world know what a tragic story you had, but you decide to not say that.

Nabi pouts, "I'm sorry, your Highness. I wish I were there when you fainted. Maybe I could have helped you."

You tap your fingers against the porcelain cup in your hand, "Could you tell me exactly what had happened that day? Did I fall down? Or something else happened?"

"Oh, you didn't fall, no," she chuckles, "All the women of the Royal family were invited to this art gallery. While looking through some paintings, you suddenly fainted. We brought you back immediately."

"The physician check you and confirmed that you weren't pregnant, much to the Queen's dismay. She was looking forward to becoming a grandmother."

You almost spit the tea out, "What! Where did that even come from?"

Nabi smiles, "Well, why else would a newlywed bride faint? Anyway, I knew you weren't pregnant. You'd told me the prince and you haven't done that, you know."

Wow. The princess 'you' really told this girl way more than needed.

"And why exactly did I say we hadn't fu- I mean done that yet?" And now you were asking more than necessary.

"Because he's cold to you." She says, "But you know, even when you told me that, I knew he loved you and only you. He has never been involved with another and I saw him keep a portrait of yours in his private study room."

You are at a loss of words. How does one even react to this kind of information? Should you be happy for the princess 'you' or should you be jealous of her?

You force a smile, "How exactly did you find out about the portrait?"

"What portrait?" A male voice says from somewhere behind you.

Nabi and the other maids quickly get on their feet and greet their prince as this ethereal man walks out from behind the tall bushes.

"Hm? What are you guys talking about?" He asks, a gentle smile on his lips.

Oh so now he smiles?

"Just palace gossip." Nabi says, her gaze low.

"Is it true, my princess?" Hyunjin walks toward you and takes your hand in his, pressing his lips gently to your fingers.

You hate the way your cheeks heat up at the contact.

"Y-yeah. Obviously." You say.

He smiles widely, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Could you ladies please excuse us?"

When Nabi and the maids leave, you find yourself alone with the prince again and you're not sure how you feel about that.

Last night, he was so mean to you and now he's acting like a lovestruck man? What is the meaning of this?

You push him away, "What?"

He sighs.

Today, his blonde hair is tied half way up, and he wears a diamond crown. He looks more sophisticated from last night. More prince-like.

"What?" You demand again.

"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, okay? I'm still not convinced that you've lost your memories but can we put this behind us for a while?" He says, "Can you come with me to the study room? I have to show you something."

You follow him without question.

The palace complex is still a maze to you and other than your living quarters, you don't know much about the rest of the palace.

He leads you through a staircase to a huge room on the top floor of one of the buildings. Or was it the main palace where the king and queen resided? You weren't sure anymore.

"Yeji was very worried to hear about your amnesia, by the way." Hyunjin mutters as he lights the candles in the room, "She'll be back by next summer."

"Where has she gone?" You say, mindlessly staring at the huge collections of books in this place. A huge chandelier hangs from the center of the room and as the Hyunjin continues to light numerous candles and lanterns around the room, your eyes finally take in the whole picture of the room. For a second, you almost felt like you were watching a Renaissance period drama.

Hyunjin stops in his tracks, "y/n, do you really not know?"

He turns around and looks at you strangely, as if expecting your eyes to give away the truth of this supposed amnesia.

And when he sighs, you know that he didn't find what he desired.

"She's training under a really famous dance academy. If she's lucky, she might be able to clear her final year dance exams this year." He says.

You want to ask him if art doesn't interest her but that might make him doubt you again. You cannot afford to do that when Hyunjin is the only person here who you trust even slightly.

Nabi is honest and Sayyu is kind but you find it hard to match their energy.

"So what did you want to sho-" You stop mid sentence when your eyes fall on a huge painting behind Hyunjin's study table.

Your painting.

"It's me", you gasp, "It's..my portrait."

"Yeah. I just finished it today, actually." He rubs the back of his neck, "I'll hang it in your room once the paint dries."

In the painting, you are sitting on a chair, dressed in the finest white dress you'd ever seen. An elegant tiara sits on the crown of your head, and your lips are stretched into a smile.

"Hyunjin..." you are at a loss of words.

Nabi was right; Hyunjin did have a portrait of you in his study. What she didn't know is that he was the one who made the painting while all this while you were under the impression that Yeji was the artist in the family.

"It's good right?" He asks, unsure.

"Yes. I love it," you reply, "When is this image from?"

Hyunjin frowns at your words, again scanning your eyes as if looking for some hint of lies in your words.

"Y-you don't remember?" He asks.

"What?"

He sighs, looking rather disappointed, "It's from our wedding, y/n."

*

Hyunjin is starting to wonder if you'd actually lost your memories.

The next few days, he tries to subtly engage you in conversations regarding your wedding day and your life before getting married and by the time the week ends, he is sure you'd lost your memories.

He hated to admit it, but he did like the fact that you couldn't remember the times when he was so horrible to you.

Now he can start anew. A clean slate.

"You've been spending suspiciously a lot of time with me, Hyunjin." You had asked him one evening, munching up a cookie, "What's up?"

He chuckles; he's come to enjoy this new side of yours. It's a completely different version of your other self- the one who grew up training to be the lady of a house.

"Nothing," he grabs a cookie for himself, "We're having a ball this evening, by the way. It's mother and father's 30th anniversary."

Your eyes widen with excitement, "Really?! We're having a ball ball. Like we wear dresses and all? And we dance under a huge chandelier?"

Hyunjin is taken aback; you used to hate balls. Or any public gathering for that matter.

"Y-eah, well. Yes." He gulps.

"Oh my god. I need to talk to Nabi. I have so much to prepare, oh my god. Why are you only just telling me," you grab another cookie and sprint towards your room, "Also will there be a fountain where wine flows instead of water? That would be so cool!"

Hyunjin gives you a soft smile; no such fountain was planned for the ball but if it meant he'd see you this excited, he could pull a few strings.

*

The rest of the hours leading upto the ball is a blur; you only remember running from the dressing room to the ball room to your bedroom and back to the dressing room and as for Hyunjin, the day goes slower than ever.

He only got to see flashing glimpses of you running from place to place and somewhere, deep down in his heart, he missed your attention.

It was a jarring realization; him enjoying your company and attention and even craving it at times. He couldn't quite digest this unfamiliar feeling yet, he realised, he wasn't unwelcome to it.

"Are you ready? They're waiting for the Prince and Princess, y/n. We don't want the Royal families of other kingdoms thinking we were out doing something unholy now, would we?"

Hyunjin has this mischievous smile on his, leaning against the door Frame of your dressing room.

Is he flirting? You wonder.

You sigh, "I don't think I look good enough, Hyunjin. I look..weird."

You run a hand over the lustrous material of your ball gown. You feel very foreign in your body all of a sudden.

"I don't think so, my lady," Hyunjin steps into the room, a hand gentle on your waist, "I think you look breathtaking. What would you say, Nabi?"

Nabi hides a blush while you stare at your husband; wide eyed and mouth gaping.

What has gotten into him lately? Is he trying to annoy you or are these words coming from somewhere else?

You shake the latter thought away from your mind. How could this beautiful Prince from centuries before your time find you breathtaking?

Impossible.

You swallow your nervousness and turn on your heels.

"If you say so," you shrug, "Let's go, come on, Hyunjin. "

Chuckling softly to himself, Hyunjin follows suit.

The evening is great but you don't remember much by the time it ends; you somehow end up getting drunk on wine from the wine fountain and Hyunjin has to subtly carry you away from the ball room.

"Hyunjin ~" you slur as he covers your body with a duvet, "Do you ever wonder if a parallel universe exists?"

He lies down beside you, sighing, "Maybe. Why do you ask?"

"I know it exists. I am living proof that it exists, you know," you say, passionately, "I'm not bluffing."

Hyunjin laughs, " Of course, you're not. How could you lie?"

He pushes strands of hair behind your ear.

Your heart thumps against your chest; you love that feeling.

"If there was a parallel universe, I hope I end up with you." You giggle, snuggling into his chest.

Hyunjin freezes for a moment, breath stuck in his throat and eyes not even blinking.

But when he feels you relaxing into him, he let's his shoulders slouch.

"If there was a parallel universe, I hope I end up with you too."

The only reply he gets from you is a snore.

*

The next few months are smooth as the calm sea, pleasant as the spring wind, beautiful like the blooming of roses.

You'd come to adore Hyunjin- that was for sure. You'd come to love his presence and crave it everytime you guys were apart. He had become like the anchor to your ship; and you, his.

"Yeji's coming home tomorrow, by the way. How much do you remember of her?"

"Just her face," and the fact that when you're both killed brutally one day, she'd make a painting of you two, immortalising your love.

The thought causes your stomach to stir; you didn't want to go back to the reality you knew.

All of a sudden, you find yourself wishing you had more time with this man- this man who loved nothing more than lying in your arms, your naked bodies as close as one could get, this man who had made you feel safe when you were suddenly sucked into this unknown world, this man who loved you to death and beyond.

Hyunjin snuggles in closer(as if he could get any closer) and kisses your temple oh so tenderly. Then he moves to your cheek, then nose and then mouth.

His lips are plump and warm and inviting, and before you know it, you both find yourself falling into the wonderful ocean of pleasure. Over and over again.

The next day when Yeji arrives, you are skeptical about approaching her but she was more than happy to see you. Before the day ended, she'd already invited you to a tea party in the gardens, and by the week ended, you guys had become great friends.

She was just so comfortable to talk to and so friendly. She was so curious yet sweet. How could you not be her friend, you often wondered.

It was on one such afternoon picnic that Nabi came running to you.

"His Majesty is injured! He was attacked during his hunt."

You didn't waste a second before storming off towards his room, not caring for your supposed lady etiquette anymore.

No God, please, not yet.

You reach your bedroom, out of breath and sweaty, and Hyunjin was sitting at the edge of the bed, getting his wounds cleaned.

Your heart drops into your stomach.

There is a big gash on his arm; bleeding profusely even though the physicians were trying to stop it. There are blue and purple all over his face and stomach, and a few more smaller cuts on his entire body.

And he looked terrified and pale and sad.

"Hyunjin..." you run to him.

He looks up at you, teary eyed.

"Y/n...I'm okay." Is his first instinct, "Don't cry."

You sit beside him and press a long kiss to his temple, your heart feeling lighter when the physician signals to you that the bleeding has stopped.

"Who was it?" You ask

Yeji stands in front of the two of you; tears streaming down her face.

"Whoever it was, I'll kill them with my own two hands, goddammit!"

"Calm down, guys." Hyunjin sighs, "I didn't see a face. But they were wearing a very familiar perfume. I wonder who it could have been."

You swallow nervously, "Just..just stay safe okay?"

Hyunjin smiles at you, "Of course, my love."

An odd mixture of expressions grace Yeji's face.

*

While Hyunjin recovers, you make sure he does not step out of the palace unaccompanied.

You're getting his food tested, his room sanitized, and every gift that he receives has to go through multiple rounds of security checks. You know what is to come, but some silly, silly part of you wants to prevent it.

"You're being a little too paranoid, I think." Hyunjin tells you as the servants set up the dinner table for him, "I'm gonna be fine, y/n."

"Hyunjin, just," you sigh, reminding yourself to be patient with him, "Just please let me do what I'm doing. It helps me sleep at night."

With a gentle wave of his wrist, Hyunjin dismisses the servants.

He grabs your hand and pulls you in to sit on his lap.

"Y/n, I'm literally right here. I'm stronger than you think. I'm not planning on leaving you any time soon." He presses a kiss to your temple.

A wave of realization washes over you, and you find yourself tearing up, melting into his embrace.

How did you even come to love this man that you'd only ever heard of in history books? Was this even real? If you pinch yourself hard enough, would you wake up to a world where Hyunjin is not yours anymore?

"Just shut up, goddammit, " you say to him, "Hold me, please."

You say it like a request, but really, you were begging him to hold you. To make you feel safe, even if it's for a short while. Because for all you know, the end could be closer than expected.

That night, you and Hyunjin fall asleep in each other's embrace. There was nothing more pure, raw, or beautiful than what you felt with him. In a span of a few months, you'd fallen madly in love with the prince.

It's funny, huh, how you never found love back in the modern world yet here you were, sharing your whole heart with Hyunjin?

Maybe it was always meant to be like that and maybe when this beautiful daydream ends someday, you could look back at it and relish these memories.

"Y/n, get up." You're pulled out of your sleepy thoughts when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. Urgent.

"Nabi? What time is it?" You whisper back, gently putting Hyunjin's head of the pillow, "What's happened?"

Nabi shakes her head, "The Royal investigators have got some news. A possible group of assassins is heading to the palace as we speak. My lady, we must rush you to safety immediately. The soldiers will escort the Prince."

Your heart hammers against your chest.

"I-I can't leave him. He's not recovered yet. He cannot fight!"

"Your majesty, please. I beg you," Nabi replies, "These are the orders of The Queen. I have to escort you to where the ladies are. "

With a tight throat, you quietly follow Nabi out of the room.

She leads you down through a secret tunnel between Your Palace and The King's, that leads to a dark corridor with a single metal door at the end.

"This way, your majesty. The princess and the queen are inside. I'll bring you news from to time so there's nothing to worry about." Nabi says as she unlocks the door from the outside. She passes the lantern to you.

The moment you step into the dark room inside, you hear a loud bang. You turn around in horror only to find the door closed in your face and Nabi gone.

"N-nabi?" You murmur nervously, "Why did you close the door?"

From inside the room, you hear a faint chuckle.

"She's gone, y/n. Left us to rot in this dungeon forever. "

"Yeji?"

You jog towards the tired, lifeless voice.

And when you reach the princess, what your lantern shows you horrifies you to the core.

"Your majesty!" You fall on your knees, grabbing the lifeless body of a once beautiful Queen who you'd come to adore over the years, "W-what happened?"

You're crying now; watching the princess caress her mother's cold face.

You're sobbing; watching the bloody hands of the daughter who tried to stop her mother from bleeding to death.

"Nabi is..", Yeji swallows, "She's a part of the resistance that wants to overthrow the monarchy. They want a military ruled government. It was her doing. On the day Hyunjin was attacked, I knew it was her."

You cry harder, moaning into your hands.

How could she?

"And I too, am at fault here. I made the mistake of befriending her so so many years ago," Yeji continues, "I paved her way into the palace. I'm as much as of a criminal as her."

You clear your throat, rubbing the tears off your cheeks and neck, another sob bubbling within your chest.

"We do not have time to repent things we had no control over," you say, "The Queen Mother is gone but we can still save your father and Hyunjin. "

"They've taken father to their military fortress. " Yeji says, her tone suggesting she's given up all her hopes. "He's as good as dead. "

"Then we save my husband."

"Y/n, how will we-"

"I saw the key. When Nabi unlocked the door, I saw the key."

"What about it?" Yeji asks, shifting.

"It doesn't have a key. It only has a numerical lock code."

Yeji lifts an eyebrow, as if to ask you "So?"

"It was 0143."

*

Leaving the Queen Mother's body behind, you and Yeji rush out of the door, grabbing every knife, sword, and other sharp object you could find in the dungeon.

"I think she must have taken Hyunjin hostage," Yeji says, rubbing the sweat off her forehead. "But since he cannot fight that well because of his wounds, they're probably interrogating him in your bedroom. "

"Interrogating him for what?"

"The keys to the Royal armory and the king's safe of gold."

Sure enough, you find Hyunjin in your bedroom. Except it wasn't your Hyunjin, it was a replica of

Queen Sayyu. Blood and blood and blood everywhere on his body. His eyes barely open but his hands, they pointed at you as you rushed in.

"Hyunjin!" You cried, kneeling by the bed side floor, "Hyunjin, please, hold on."

The room was empty except for the three of you. The furniture was broken and burnt and cupboards were clearly forced open.

"Did you give them the keys?" Yeji asks him, sobbing, "Mother died to protect those keys."

He coughs and leans into you, "I've alarmed the military. They are on their way."

"The rebels will be coming back too." He coughs again, "The keys are behind the painting in my study. Save them Yeji, run, now."

Yeji steadies herself as she gets up, "Come on, y/n. He said they might come back. "

Oh, but how could you? How could you leave the love of your life to bleed to his death alone while you escaped?

Moreover, this was the tragic end of your daydream, wasn't it? Dying together while Yeji survives and continues to rule the country.

"Go, Yeji, " you tell her, over the noise of the blood coursing through your ears, you hear footsteps, "Now!"

Yeji is a smart girl, you realize. With a hand over her mouth to suppress her sobs, she runs out of the room, without turning back even once.

When she is out of sight, Hyunjin fumbles to find your hand in the darkness. He's cold and stiff.

"If I disappear today, promise me you will find me. Promise me, please y/n." He manages to say.

You kiss his hand softly as the footsteps get closer, tears streaming down your face.

"I will find you. In every universe, in every timeline. I will find you, my love. " you say as you find a metallic taste in your tears and your vision goes black.

*

After what feels like a millennia, the darkness around you is finally replaced by a bright light.

It is too bright, but when you see a familiar face, your discomfort vanishes.

"Lia!" You throw yourself onto your napping friend, "Lia! Oh, I'm so happy to see you."

Lia though surprised at your outburst, returns your embrace with equal enthusiasm.

"I missed you too, y/n." She says, "I didn't know that picture would have such an impact on you. I was so scared when you passed out!"

Picture? What picture?

And suddenly, all the memories play in your mind like an old film. It's hazy, but you know what's going on.

You see blood, a crown, burning curtains, and..a blonde prince.

Hwang Hyunjin.

"Lia..", you sigh, your heart aching terribly, "How long have I been out?"

"Like around 36 hours or so. I don't remember. "She replies.

36 hours in this world and you'd already spent a lifetime in another. How utterly tragic.

"Y/n, what's wrong? You're tearing up." Lia says, offering you a tissue, "Are you in pain?"

You sigh, "Yes. I am in extreme pain, Lia. How could life have been so, so unfair to us?"

Lia gives you a confused nod, not really sure what had exactly led you to believe that life had been unfair to you.

"Y/n, what-"

Lia is cut off by a knock on the door.

"Ah. That must be the doctor." Lia jogs towards the door, "Just a second, Dr. Seo!"

"Um, hello," the doctor greets, "Dr. Seo is in urgent surgery. He sent me in his place to check on the patient. "

When the doctor steps in closer, your breathing gets stuck in your throat.

Of course, you know this man. How could you not?

You'd died with him in another world, in another time, in another life.

You'd loved him.

"I'm Dr. Hwang, Miss Y/n." The doctor says, a familiar expression on his face. He looks rather delighted to see you.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." He chuckles to himself as he sits on the chair by your hospital bed.

"Yes, me too." These are the only words you manage to say.

[jezabatlovesbats]

I rewatched Unikitty to jot down my observations of what the society and culture of the Unikingdom is like.

Then, I rewatched some episodes again to analyze the society and culture of Frowntown. I did my best with what little we saw of it. I went off of both what was shown in Frowntown, and what Master Frown and Brock were doing and saying.

This is your long post warning!

The Values and Opinions of Frowntown:

Uhhhhhh… frowning?

Being nice is discouraged, but is that just a thing with the Doom Lords, or does all of Frowntown discourage it?

The Doom Lords are responsible for all the pain, mayhem, and despair in the whole world

Being buff is seen as attractive (In one episode, Master Frown wears a shirt with abs on it and says, “I’m a beefcake!”)

Stories, Mythology, and Folklore:

Birthday wishes (although, they probably don’t know that you can’t say your wish out loud. By the way, that’s a fact of life in this world. When Master Frown said his wish out loud and blew out Puppycorn’s candle, it blew him back, and the flame regenerated.)

Ghosts (Brock dressed like one)

Witches (Master Frown dressed like one)

Chainsaw killers (Master Frown dressed like one)

Gifting someone presents

Magic wands?

The Tooth Fairy?

Santa Claus?

The Sandman?

Sentient Skeletons?

Magical things happening after bedtime?

Stories about pirates? (I wrote this in the Demographics section by mistake, my bad)

Laying down a towel to claim a spot at the beach… or is Master Frown just doing that to mess with Unikitty and her friends? We see Master Frown and Brock taking part in Unikingdom stuff many times.

Frowntown Geography:

Rocky?

Hills?

Little to no vegetation, from the looks of it

Cliffs?

Barren land?

Frowntown is confirmed to be in the south of the planet Unikitty is set on

What are those tall things way out in the background? Are they tall rocks? Are they more buildings?

The weather is usually overcast or rainy (“Frowntown- getting pummeled with rain!”), so that suggests the climate is humid

It’s prone to getting extreme weather, like thunderstorms and blizzards

A desert neighbors Frowntown and the Unikingdom

Naming Customs:

People in Frowntown have more proper names; they aren’t named after their being/what they are

Names can either be more realistic, like Brock, or less realistic, like Crankybeard

People can have middle names; Master Frown’s is Alan

Brock refers to his mother as “Mama Brock.” We never see her or learn anything else about her. On the other hand, he refers to his father, Crankybeard, as Dad

Unikingdomans also refer to their parents as Mom or Dad or other variants like it

The Doom Lords’ names are all Master (Insert Negative Thing or Quality here). How do they get these names?

In the episode Brock Most Wanted, it’s implied that you get your Doom Lord name when you take the job. They tried to initiate Brock as Master Party Ruiner

But if that’s the case, what was Master Frown’s name before he joined the Doom Lords? Does he have a name other than his Doom Lord title?

Frowntown Architecture:

Samey colors

Drab colors

Geometric shapes

Squarish, green-tinted windows

Circular windows, too

People live in apartments (and houses?)

One-story and two-story apartments

Unrelated people can live together in apartments as roommates

Single smaller doors on most buildings

Movie theaters with old-timey marquees

Condomiums? (Brock mentions his and Master Frown’s dream condo)

There are gas stations

Lots of highways and streets

Roads circle the whole city

Billboards, signs, and street signs

Traffic lights (all of them are red?)

Multi-paned windows

That one tall building that looks like Master Frown (What is it? Is it the Doom Lords’ lair? If it is, why do they berate him so much if the building looks like him?)

Smaller buildings connected to larger ones with metal rods?

Lots of metal rods

Triangular roofs

Pillars

Stairs

Red curtains

Carpets

Thin, wood tables

Candles and flowerpots are used as table centerpieces

Fruit bowls are placed on coffee tables as decoration/centerpieces

Electric furniture

People sleep in beds, the beds are dark and square

Frowntown furniture in general is plain, dark and square

Outdoor parade chairs?

Flag

In the Doom Lords’ lair, we see the following:

Bookshelves

Desks

The double doors to the lair are tall and have a silhouette of Master Doom’s head on them

A silhouette of her head is also on her chair

Red curtains

Columns (from ceiling to floor, against the wall)

A tiled floor

Frowntown Symbolism:

Frowns

Frowny faces

Clouds

Dark clouds

Rain clouds

Lightning (street lights and other things in Frowntown are shaped like lightning clouds)

There’s a yellow flag above Frowntown that looks like a swallow tail or a burgee. That couldn’t be Frowntown’s national flag, though, could it?

Demographics of Frowntown:

Humanoid figures (which aren’t Lego minifigures or humans)

Lego brick creatures

Anthropomorphic animals? (Master Plague is a plague doctor-like bird. Is Master Malice a bull of some kind?)

What is Master Doom? Is she some kind of monster?

People here can make sparkle matter, too. (We only see Master Frown and Brock doing it, but that proves it)

Flora and Fauna of Frowntown:

Square trees with brick-like leaves. (Are they trimmed? Are they topiaries?)

There are hardly any plants anywhere

Mega ostriches

Puppies?

Birds?

Crabs?

Bunnies?

Horses?

Sheep?

Possums?

Frowntown Society:

We don’t know who the leader of Frowntown is, or if it has one

In the episode Election Day, Master Frown suggested to Unikitty that she should, quote-unquote, “let the people decide” if she should be princess. She agrees to have an election. So, are there governmental elections in Frowntown?

Frown also says, “It’ll be more fun when you lose and I become president!” So, does Frowntown have a president?

Do the Doom Lords lead Frowntown?

Does philanthropy exist in Frowntown, and the Unikingdom? Master Frown says he’ll make the people’s lives better by giving out free stuff if they vote for him. (That’s probably not what philanthropy is, but still…)

There are landlords in Frowntown

Bosses call their employees

People use corded wall telephones

There are analog clocks and alarm clocks

People are seen buying and selling things, in stores and outdoor food stands

We don’t know what Frowntown’s currency is, but it’s probably dollars

Trash is disposed of in trash cans and dumpsters

Everyone eats alone, is stuck in traffic, and is going to the movies by themselves. Unikitty sees this as sad

People wait in lines. There are lines for everything in Frowntown.

Waiting in the lines is very time consuming. People spend many years (at least 10 years on average!) waiting in lines.

The Unikingdom often checks in on Frowntown, even though Frowntown is a separate country from them.

Brock is a foreign correspondent

Unikingdom TV shows air in Frowntown

The people of the Unikingdom don’t really like Frowntown? Puppycorn calls it the worst and says he hates Frowntown, and Unikitty and her friends see the people as cranky

Unikitty’s gang tries to cheer the people of Frowntown up

The Unikingdom and Frowntown both have a concept of pranking others, and a concept of war. They have a prank war in the episode Prank War

Brock and Master Frown often partake in Unikingdom stuff, as I said before. Mostly, it’s to ruin Unikitty’s day. Is there anyone else in Frowntown like them?

Courts in Frowntown don’t work like the Unikingdom’s. This is evident by Master Frown saying, “This is not how court is supposed to work!” when he goes to Unikitty Court.

A wiki editor compared Frowntown to Gotham City

The art director for the show compared it to Tokyo

Does Frowntown have any theme parks? How do Master Frown and Brock know what a theme park is? (I put this in the Architecture section, but I think it’s more fitting to put it here)

Art in Frowntown:

Darker, much more muted colors are used.

They are put together with brighter greens and yellows.

Vertical banners that look like vertical gonfalons and have frowny faces

Square shapes

Symbols like frowns, storm clouds, and lightning are utilized

Spray paint/graffiti

Portraits

Photography

Crocheting (In Float On, Master Frown says he’s working on crochet)

Master Frown’s art style- surreal art? Cubism?

Scribbles with pencils and color pencils

Drawings are done on small pieces of paper, or large pieces of paper. Easels are used.

Dark statues of figures making sad/scared expressions; they can have round or square heads

That thing in art where a shape starts on one page/canvas/whatever and ends on another

Sticky notes appear to be used a lot

Tongue twisters? (Brock was legitimately trying to say You Know You Need Unique New York in Unikitty News.)

Frowntown citizens have TVs, and it seems like they typically watch shows like Soggy Cereal (Master Frown and Brock were watching the Soggy Cereal marathon)

Sad Fellas is a movie that is playing at a movie theater

There’s a poster for Sad Times 4 in Master Frown and Brock’s apartment

Radios and speakers are used

Classical music?

Whatever song Omeletta is to the tune of

Rap music?

Turntables?

Singing

Traditions, Customs, and Holidays in Frowntown:

Birthdays are celebrated very similarly to the Unikingdom. There’s presents, cake, banners, and the Happy Birthday song.

Frowntown citizens also celebrate their birthdays IN the Unikingdom. Master Frown did when he was a kid. (How many people go to the Unikingdom to celebrate their birthdays?)

Valentine’s Day? (Master Frown and Brock were in a Valentine’s Day drawing by one of the show’s directors, Careen Ingle)

Halloween? (Master Frown and Brock were in both Halloween specials)

Christmas?! (Master Frown and Brock were in the Christmas special, and they had their house decorated)

No references to Christianity are anywhere to be seen in Frowntown

Snow Day. The Unikingdom observes this day as a fun winter holiday. For Frowntown’s residents, however, there’s slippery ice, they shovel snow, there’s lots of sadness and cold, people stroll down the street, it chills their hearts, and they fall on the ground

Parades? Parade Day? (Master Frown showed up in his own personalized float to ruin Unikitty’s parade)

Sleepovers? (Brock went to Unikitty’s sleepover. “Won’t Master Frown wonder where you are?” Dr. Fox asks. “Nah, I left a decoy,” Brock replies. But why would he need to leave behind a decoy? Couldn’t he have just told Master Frown, “Hey, I’m going to a sleepover!”? Especially since, in an earlier episode, they were like, “I’m having a party!” “Yep…”)

Do people also go sledding on Snow Day in Frowntown? Master Frown had a sled that he rode down a hill to knock over Puppycorn’s snowman

Roommates can celebrate when they became roommates (In Dinner Apart-y, Brock’s dinner party was to celebrate his and Master Frown’s roommate anniversary)

Kissing people goodnight is customary (Brock and Master Frown give each other a nighty-night kiss every night)

Telling people bedtime stories and tucking them in is also customary (this is also the case in the Unikingdom)

Mannerisms and Etiquette:

Honestly, Frowntown citizens’ mannerisms are very similar to the Unikingdom

In both the Unikingdom and Frowntown, slapping someone helps them to stay awake

People are okay with Master Frown and other citizens being rude?

Landlords want people to keep their apartments spic and span, even though Master Frown and Brock like to keep their apartment very messy

Any Language in Frowntown?:

As I said in my Unikingdom list, this show is set in a universe where Everyone Speaks English™️

Slang terms are very heavily used in Frowntown and the Unikingdom

Brock speaks Spanish, Japanese and German??

Education in Frowntown:

In my notepad, I wrote that just like with the Unikingdom, there’s almost no education to speak of in Frowntown.

But in reality, the Unikingdom has just a few references to college and medical school, whereas no kind of school is ever seen or mentioned in Frowntown

Fighting Styles and Weaponry:

Master Frown mentions karate, so do people practice it?

He also mentions ninjas, so do people know what ninjas are?

Chainsaws?

Mechas/robot fighting?

People don’t seem to fight much in Frowntown

Food in Frowntown:

About this list- Master Frown and Brock mention, eat, or carry most of these foods while they’re in the Unikingdom, but they know what those foods are. So, I assumed that Frowntown has all of these foods as well.

Popcorn

Pizza

Butter

Jam

Butter jam soup (Master Frown’s favorite soup)

Ham

Tortellinis

Juice boxes

Macaroni and cheese

Pickles

Some brown stuff in a bowl that Master Frown threw against the wall

Lots of pasta. Master Frown says his diet is “pasta based.”

Tacos

Carnitas

Peas

Honey

Pies

Whipped cream

Lollipops

Hot sauce

Chicken nuggets

Grapes

Omelettes

Donuts

Cookies and milk

Onions

Water bottles

Eggs (they go rotten pretty fast)

Scrambled eggs

Cheese

Popsicles

Ice pops

Turkey/chicken?

Corn dogs

Cupcakes

Spaghetti

Bananas

Cakes

What’s all that green stuff?

Beets

Ice cream

Churros

Candy canes?

Peppermint bark?

Salads?

Food is stored in refrigerators (that people put magnets on) and in cabinets

Food is cooked on appliances such as stoves and toasters

Similar appliances to the Unikingdom

Tools such as pots, pans, spatulas, and colanders are used

Drinks are served in bottles, mugs, and cups

Food is eaten on plates or in bowls

Utensils used are forks, knives and spoons

Napkins are probably used as well

Food is served in boxes at restaurants?

Straws are used for drinking and for firing spitballs

Frowntown Fashion and Dress Code:

Cloaks. Does anyone other than the Doom Lords wear them?

Clothes usually have dark colors

It’s a similar situation to the Unikingdom, where people don’t usually wear clothes, but occasionally, they do?

Aprons and mitts are worn when cooking

Hats and coats

Shirts?

T-shirts

Socks

Boots (like Brock’s comedically realistic sneaky boots)

Puffy jackets? (Not the Hotline Bling reference… 🤮)

Racing helmets? (Brock wore one while driving his little go kart at the parade)

Judge robes in Frowntown are folded to the right, while in the Unikingdom, they are folded to the left

Costumes?

Batman? (Master Frown and Brock dressed up like the Joker and Harley Quinn to stop Unikitty, who was dressed like Batman)

Princess dresses/crowns?

Headbands

Tied headbands, like hachimaki?

Baseball caps?

In the bathtub, Brock is seen wearing a bathing cap even though he doesn’t have hair

People rub on facial masks and put cucumbers over their eyes? Master Frown does it while taking a bath

Ski masks?

Brock and Master Frown wear desert wasteland garbs in the desert

Spikes on clothes and costumes?

Winter clothes:

Pom-pom hats

Jackets

Swimsuits:

Tanktops (worn by lifeguards)

Pajamas

Nightcaps

Face masks

Bathrobes

Formal clothes:

Tuxedos/tailcoats

Bow ties

Cummerbunds

Queer Culture in Frowntown:

Master Frown and Brock are gay.

No one gives them any shit for this, not even their landlord or the Doom Lords

But there’s no information on what it’s like to be a queer person from Frowntown besides this

Any History?:

Aside from character backstories, we don’t know anything about Frowntown’s history (when it was founded, by whom, etc.)

Brock and Master Frown have been friends since early childhood

Both of them have been to the Unikingdom multiple times

As I said before, they’re often seen taking part in Unikingdom stuff, mostly to ruin it for Unikitty and others

Okay… this is gonna be off topic. This isn’t a Unikitty Confessions post or a Unikitty Salt post, but I still want to point out that the show had two episodes where Master Frown and Brock had issues with their friendship that they needed to work out. Yes, no relationship is perfect and there’s gonna be problems, but I want to say this. I know Master Frown and Brock are meant to be partners in crime. Master Frown is meant to be a really mean guy, but a really good boyfriend. His main thing is making other people frown, and messing with Unikitty’s day. But, beneath his nastiness, he really does care. I get it. And for what it’s worth, I ship Frock, but I still wish that Master Frown would consider Brock’s feelings more. He could really shout much less, too. I feel like Dinner Apart-y could have been more about how, just because he doesn’t want to be at the dinner party doesn’t mean he has to ruin things for Brock and the guests. After all, the whole reason Brock threw the party was for him! And in Beach Daze, instead of smacking Brock’s sand condo, Frown could’ve said, “Wow, I love it! Maybe we can build it on that secret beach Unikitty’s looking for!” I don’t know. I just wouldn’t portray them as an old, bickering married couple type. (And all that stuff that happened with Brock in Unikitty and the Ice Pop Factory was super fucked up, actually.)

(Also, I’m not sure how I feel about the only main queer couple in the show being the one with the main character’s arch nemesis in it. I’m trying to balance it out in my AU by giving Unikitty a female love interest, and by having several other characters be queer.)

Sports and Games in Frowntown:

Again, all of these sports and games are stuff seen in the Unikingdom, and since Master Frown and Brock know what they are, I’m assuming Frowntown has them, too.

Cheerleading (Brock wanted to be the flyer on a cheer team)

Kickball (the Doom Lords play it against the Unigang)

Playing catch with balls (Brock was doing this with Puppycorn)

Video games with consoles and controllers (Brock often plays them, and he even has a gaming channel, BrockRocks93. People in this world can have gaming channels online)

Golf (Master Frown uses a golf club in Too Many Unikittys)

Charades (Unikitty brought it to the dinner party)

Staring contests

Cards

Pillow fights

Darts

Piñatas

Baseball?

Weightlifting

Fishing

Toys:

Stuffed toys

Rubber duckies

Pails and shovels

Frowntown Transportation:

People drive around in cars (and like I said, they get stuck in traffic very frequently)

Mostly cars with roofs, some are convertibles

Master Frown’s car can turn into a mecha; can other cars in Frowntown do that?

People also often get around on foot

Go-karts? (Brock was driving one at the parade)

Vans (customizable ones; Brock and Master Frown had a customized one for the princess election)

Buses (there was a bus stop)

Master Doom mentions splitting a cab, so cabs exist?

Helicopters (Frown has his own helicopter, the Frown-Copter; in fact, for a low-level Doom Lord, he and Brock have access to some pretty advanced tech)

Trains (Brock dressed like one)

Skateboards

Motorcycles

Hot air balloons

Rafts

Rockets

[proudchildlesscatlady]

Do have any headcannons about William lark tor

William:

1. Was raised by a single parent as his other parent died because of the abatement. **Not sure if Will is the Scion of Gawain through his mother or father **

2. His favorite music genre is jazz, blues, and classical music.

3. He doesn't watch TV and movies as much but would often listen to the radio. He has his own portable radio. If he does watch TV it would be documentaries.

4. His love of tea developed after he was awakened by Gawain but before, he could care less for it. Tea helps Will alleviate the stress and pain of being the healer.

5. He likes to eat scones and cucumber sandwiches with his tea.

6. His family is the "poorest" out of all the Legendborn members. His family still had wealth but not as much as the families of the Legendborn members.

7. One of his parents is a doctor and William would often read his parent's notes, medical books, and listen to them talk about their jobs.

8. Green used to be William's least favorite color. After being awaken, he learn to appreciate it.

Lark:

1. Born and raised in Scotland but him and parents moved to the United States so he can attended the Merlin Academy.

2. He can do a very convincing American accent.

3. His favorite TV shows are The Bing Bang Theory and Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

4. He likes listening to Minnie Riperton and Stevie Wonder. Lark's favorite music genre is soul, blues, and R&B.

5. His favorite desserts are lemon cakes and orange creamsicles. Anything that is citrus 👀😉

6. During his time at the Merlin Academy, his father was very strict towards Lark as he wanted his son to win the Kingsmage title. Lark endure harsh trainings from his father to ensure he beats Sel which did not end up happening.

7. He does not get along with all of his Mageguard coworkers but is cordial with them. He dislikes Zhao and Ramirez the most as those two would often bully Lark.

8. Even though he didn't show it, Lark was hurt (for a bit) that Bree didn't want to him to be her Kingsmage. He was so excited to meet Bree and trained hard to ensure he is the best for her. In the end, he harbors no harsh or ill feelings towards Bree.

Tor 🙄😒🤬

1. She has one younger brother who she does not get along with because the siblings are nothing alike.

2. She once made her dad lose a big business opportunity because she said something bigoted to one of her dad's clients. She was grounded for two months.

3. Despite being a racist, she secretly finds super model Anok Yai attractive.

4. Would use Sar when Tor gets called out for her racist/ biogeted behavior. She would say, "I'm not racist my girlfriend is Mexican" even though Sar is half Venezuelan and not Mexican.

5. She does not have any [real] friends because she is so unlikeable and unbearable. Sar is the only person that actually wants to be around Tor instead of just tolerating her.

6. She is a Trump supporter and has voted for him (should not be a surprise 😑). She thinks Kamala Harris does not deserve to be President. She also thinks Harris is a "DEI hire" or got her position as vice president because of Affirmative Action.

7. She tried to get back together with Selwyn but he said "Fuck off."

Sorry not sorry but I hate Tor and I can't come up with any headcanons that is remotely kind or positive.

[fossiljockmatt]

Lovely and Lethal Exhibit

Ok, so I know I've been kind of radio silent. I haven't updated my webcomic in months and news has... trickled. Don't worry, I haven't abandoned it. I just... had something come up. For the past few months I have been producing art for a horror themed museum exhibit and, although I thought I could balance both, I was dead wrong! If you're familiar with "Spoon Theory," which I was not prior to... all this, it's the concept that someone with chronic pain or disabilities may find they are drained quicker by daily activities. I love to draw, so I had figured that I could work on the work art during work hours, then my own in my free time. Instead, I worked on art at work, but then when I got home I didn't want to do anything. I basically... well... lazed in a chair for hours scrolling. Now that it's done, I can refocus.

I also can share some of the art I made now the exhibit is up. I made 9 horror movie posters/comic covers. The one at the top is for the "fur trade" potion of the exhibit and I channeled the "possessed fur coat" from "Ghostbusters," but went more sinister. That woman is probably more of a threat than the generic bad taxidermy animals that are snarling at the viewer. Each poster has a unifying color, and it was obvious that one should be red. As for the second, that one is for the "arsenic dye" section. "Paris Green" or "Scheele's Green" was a particular dye that was made using arsenic. Obviously, as a toxic mineral the dye was as deadly as it was beautiful. The green was super vivid, but it would cause skin lesions and the vapors (which I focused on for the poster) would cause lung cancer. The vibe sort of aligns with the scene from "The Little Mermaid" where Ariel got her voice stolen. In this case, the woman is having her breath taken away... permanently. Green was the only choice for a unifying color for this one... and the dress is actually one from the museum's collection. Where I could, I incorporated actual objects that were going to be on exhibit into the art. If you're in the Charleston, South Carolina area... please check it out at The Charleston Museum downtown and let me know what you think!

[worldseer]

A list of random HCs about Jason Todd because I have brainrot~

THESE ARE MY PERSONAL HEADCANONS! IF YOU DISAGREE, THAT'S FINE BUT DON'T LEAVE HATE! Headcanons are separated by catagories: Random, fluffy, angsty, and NSFW. MDNI!!!! The different colors are just to break up the hcs a bit and not look like pure walls of text-

Random:

Has tapetum lucidum after being in the pit, causing his eyes to glow green in low/no light.

Has hazel eyes, which causes them to look brown or green at certain times.

Built sturdy and more like a boxer. I refuse to believe that this man isn't wide. Getting a better diet since being adopted + Robin training + Lazarus Pit = BIG. FRIDGE OF A MAN.

Has vitiligo, hence the white streak in his hair. It just so happened to show up after being resurrected.

Known to sleep walk and talk after resurrection. If he ever sleeps at the Manor, Bruce has cameras and sensors in place to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.

Mostly talks shit to the houseplants while sleepwalking.

Canonically eats fast food alot. However, he always manages to burn off the calories. And the fat just makes him bulkier.

Bisexual but he doesn't tell anyone. Not that he's trying to hide it. He just doesn't label himself.

Wears eyeliner regularly, just because he wants to. Look I just love the concept, ok?

Considering getting his ears pierced, just debating on what exact kind of piercing

Has tattoos but not many, most notably small tattoo of a flower on his wrist to honor the death of Catherine, his step-mother.

Has prominent scars: Autopsy scar (died, obvi), scar stretching from the left edge of his left cheek and then up into his hairline (from crowbar), cut in his right eyebrow (from fighting as a child), lip scar that runs from slightly above the skin of his top lip and down over his lips to his chin on his left ( also from fighting as a child). Any other "scar" he receives since resurrection often fades away due to effects from the pit. The others do not fade.

Almost as tall as Bruce, maybe shorter by about an inch at most.

Fluffy:

Has cried watching the Titanic movie. Was inconsolable for a week. Refuses to watch it ever again.

Laughs at horror films these days. Also will talk about how cuts and bullet wounds are anatomically incorrect like its casual conversation. It's one of the few activities he actively enjoys doing with Damian.

Calls Dick an old man just to spite him.

Never passes on an opportunity to tease Tim and call him a huge fucking nerd.

Loves all animals, but prefers cats. No real reason. He just always liked them more. Used to leave cans of food out for the cats to eat from as a kid.

Mostly likes Nu Metal, since it allowed him as a kid to get anger out and all the cool teens in his neighborhood blasted it a lot. But he's not picky about music. Secretly a snob for classical music though.

Strong relationship with Barbara, thinks of her as a sister he never had.

Always helps Alfred cook when he's at the Manor, and is good at it. Obviously works a knife well in cooking, but secretly prefers baking because the kitchen smells better afterwards.

As I've said before, I would not be surprised if he brings a stray home from either a shelter or the street. If he could, he'd help all the stray animals in Gotham and keep them.

Cares deeply about Tim. Tries to act like a big brother and be a good example to the best of his ability.

Not really a gamer, but he had some old consoles when he was a young kid under Bruce's care. Loved Wii Sports; boxing was his favorite. Nowadays, he doesn't play video games much. When he has time and feels like it though, he will play a game or two. Doom Eternal and Red Dead Redemption II are the top favorites after being resurrected.

Spends a good amount of time around Cass when at the Manor. They probably understand each other on almost a psychic level. They also train together a lot too to sharpen skills they both are weaker in.

Angst: (sorry for the pain)

Volunteers often at shelters and soup kitchens as a way to cope, makes him believe that he can offer comfort instead of just pain and being a burden.

Prefers to not talk out feelings after being resurrected; usually drives around to clear his head. Depending on how bad the situation is, it ranges from a few minutes to over an hour.

Loves classical literature because it was the first thing that allowed him to escape reality.

Has weird as fuck dreams, thanks to trauma and the pit. Never says anything about them to others however.

Never lets his stubble grow out too much because it makes him think he looks too much like Bruce, and he doesn't want to look like him.

Picked up smoking because what the hell are they gonna do? Kill him again? Always tries to avoid smoking around the others though, especially the members who are younger than him.

Rarely drinks. Reminds him too much of his birth father. Only does it for times when things are really bad.

Is so close to Barbara because she's one of the few who understands what it's like to be traumatized by the Joker. Often seeks her out for some comfort if his PTSD acts up again.

Hates crying, never cries in front of others unless he really trusts them. People who have seen him cry include Barbara, Dick, Alfred, and Bruce (on accident).

Grew up Catholic. Stopped believing the moment right before he died. Now has immense Catholic guilt and occasionally questions his morals a lot. (Might be self projecting but fuck it)

Zones out a lot. Happens the most during off time. If he's not doing anything, he's likely zoned out. Usually zones out when he thinks too hard about what the Lazarus Pit did to him, his death, and resurrections.

Copes in brash and self-depreciative humor. Also will make fun of others to draw attention away from his own problems.

Tried to help Catherine as much as he could, even if she wasn't the best mother to have.

NSFW: (Minors look no further!!!!)

A switch, dominant-leaning.

Softer dom, surprisingly. Sure, he can be a hard dom if he asked, but that's not what he wants. Coos sweet words while teasing.

Grunts and groans. Not vocal, but he'll talk through it sometimes. Grits his teeth if he's really into it.

"Oh, look at you on my cock. So tight and taking all of it, do you feel full? You look good when you're full of me."

He needs foreplay before subbing. Sometimes he's still wary about letting his guard down, so he needs lots of prepping and reassurance. Once he is into subbing, he's very obedient and eager to please.

Softer noises and gasps when subbing. He doesn't dare be loud, and often tries to cover up his noises. Doesn't beg often, takes what he gets without much complaint.

"Mmph- ah- hah- fuck- I'm close- I'm close baby. Can I finish?"

LOVES dirty talk, giving and receiving. He's already a bit of a cocky lil shit, so he'll tease you and talk you through it. Supportive about his dirty talk usually.

"That's it. Just like that. God- you're perfect. So fuckin' perfect- keep goin' baby, I gotcha."

Not experienced, sorry. With a combination of being bad at expressing emotions, trauma, and being busy as a vigilante, he does not get many bitches.

Has had hookups here and there, but that's all they were. He left the moment the other was all settled or asleep.

Experimental. Because he's low on experience, he's not entirely sure what he does or doesn't like.

Would not use a weapon in bed. That's a hard line. Weapons make him think of violence, and that's the last thing he wants to think about when in such a vulnerable moment.

Hates degradation, on both ends. Won't do it even if asked. The only time he'd ever get close to degrading is if you allow him to fuck while he's still working through some anger. Would apologize profusely afterwards though.

Not big on being tied up himself, but likes tying someone else up a bit. Nothing crazy besides handcuffs. Any further and he feels like he's taking advantage/being taken advantage of.

PRAISE!!! Loves to receive it, especially if he's being focused on or on the more submissive side.

A giver. He's not selfish, and feels bad if the other is not feeling good as well. Would most likely give more than he ever receives.

Not picky. As long as you are clean and consenting, he'll eat out if offered/allowed. Hair? Doesn't matter. Menstruating? Good thing he's low on iron. And you best believe that he is not stopping until you either push him away or are begging.

Thick, as expected. A little bit over 6" long. Prominent veins.

Trimmed, not shaved. Yes there is a difference.

Has a bit of a happy trail, and veins appear on v-line when hard.

Aftercare game ranges on how much he and his partner did, and their relationship. Hookups are usually left to take care of themselves and he leaves quickly. If Jason is serious about someone, he'll grab a washcloth, urge the other to use the bathroom (and maybe carry them if they're tired), and stay for cuddles.

[silverspleen]

No family or anything this Christmas because I worked yesterday and am working tomorrow, but I bought myself a new mattress! I need to remove the old mattress/boxspring from my apartment but the trash pickup area is full rn so uh.... Guess I'll just keep living with it in my room I guess.

I did not buy this for Christmas, I bought it at the Ren Faire 1-2 years ago and it's been living in a box in my living room. Since I'm doing some cleaning (and will probably do a light junk purge) I decided to finally unpack and display it! Skinny fuckers. This is the largest dragon statue I own, and by far the most expensive.

You can also see, (left to right) my McFarlane Dragons eternal Dragon Clan dragon rider, which I have owned since it was released. It's probably one of my favorites, and one of my older pieces (2005 release! about to go on 20 years old!). The pose is just really good, the outstretched wings are really intimidating; a zilla toy I actually bought in Japan five years ago at a random collectible/toy store Q and I found while exploring; and a like... three dollar dragon toy from walmart. I am a man of a broad dragon desire, I don't simply buy big fancy dragon things, cheap plastic toys will always have their place on my shelf. I bought this one for the lovely texture, and the nice contrast between the green body and the airburshed yellow! Very classy.

McFarlane Dragons haven't been cool since my childhood. Oogling the collections wall at FYE was always a staple of my mall trip, but the recent releases are all very... Solid color kind of plasticky things, and lack the detail and quality pain job of the older 2000s models.

I do like the McFarlane Avatar (movie) stuff. I have a banshee! The bright, solid colors works well with that. But not the dragons...

[lupaeusmoved]

get to know the mun .

What made you pick up the muse you have? at first i just wanted to use a new fc , i came back to tumblr rp and the first muse i made was a maia mitchell fc ( hayley , she's over on @tvintedspvrk ) bc i'd used her fairly often over the course of like a decade and i just wanted to mix it up , and then emma pretty quickly started developing and growing and especially when i moved her into the teen wolf fandom she just took on a mind of her own and became my number one little rat goblin

Is there anything you don’t like to write? doesn't apply to emma obviously but i'm very selective about M/M ships , just because i'm so out of my element . it's possible , just generally reserved for close friends

Is there anything you really enjoy writing? ANGST i love causing my muses pain emotional or physical it's so twisted but i also love fluff and letting them be happy and in love etc

How do you come up with your headcanons? i literally just start talking and wait for something to stick most of the time lskfjldkjfdslkfjf

Do you write in silence or do you play music? when i don't have my concerta i try to write in silence but a lot of the time i have some kind of music playing

Do you plan your replies or wing them?  i wing literally everything lmfao

Do you enjoy shipping?  yes

Do you not like shipping?

Is there another character you would like to write?  i have so many of these assholes in my brain but there's always another straggler to pick up from the obscure background of various media

What’s your Alias/Name?  em ( i rly named myself after this bitch she owns me so bad )

Age?  26 ( and a half 😤 )

Birthday?  september 4th

Favorite Color?  lime green and black

Favorite Song? the crumbs noah kahan has shared of great divide

Last movie you watched?  creed ii with liv

Last show you watched?  i can't think but probably some reality show via a commentary youtuber

Last song you listened to?  new perspective by noah kahan

Favorite food? nachos or crab rangoons

Favorite season?  autumn

Do you have a squad on tumblr? yeeee boy we out here @greedaeye // @goldenboybarracuda and also @boundforhale // @stilesstylelinski

Do you have a tumblr best friend? literally so many but @razorfst gets a special shoutout bc she's so quickly become such a great friend and i'm currently screaming over all of our different plots and trying to decide which draft to do next lmao

tagged by : stolen from @waehles tagging : everyone i already tagged , @salvatoraes , @implsvly , @shadowbrn , @ofcrxwns , and YOU

[your-local-squip-fanatic]

Factoids on Lester Leander Belenus Papadopoulos BECAUSE THEYRE NEAT AND I DONT HAVE MY RESOURCES TO WORK ON CH 3 (feral goblin noises) also wtf is with me posting so much GOD

-To recap, he's from Rhodes, later moved to Athens, then New York. He's got the Greek accent too, but he eventually was able to switch back and forth from an American accent. Just don't ask him to say "she sells seashells by the seashore." He literally can't say it and it's painful to hear him try. Oh gods, dude stop you're embarrassing yourself...

-When I was still working on the AU early on (CHRIST, I think it'll be nearly 4 or 5 years now dayumn!) I had everything down for my characters, but the only one needing finished was Lester. I simply couldn't think of how his personality should be. So I decided to use myself as a base and go from there! Trust me, the similarities will be evident once I get to his introduction in Shatterverse! And maybe this explains why his music taste is very similar to mine haha

-Speaking of his character, during the early stages I made his father a rich movie producer just to allow me room to work until I could figure out what I really wanted to do. Now, just a normal... well, mostly normal family and Lester doesn't need to worry about looking normal. (Advice: making your first draft god awful is a good way to go, trust me.)

-Lester, due to the above, was also supposed to know Piper personally and even crush on her like the hopeless romantic he is. Obviously not the case anymore, but he went from acquaintance to friend of Percy, and possibly even having met Annabeth once!

-Lester's design originally was just a copy of the cover designs, but I wanted to make him more authentic about his Greek roots, and so I gave him darker skin. And to clear confusion, I draw Canon/ToA Lester/Apollo with a green tee and paler skin. DLAU Lester!Apollo has a smidgen more roundness in his biceps (that cute lil chub) and visible acne. DLAU Lester always has his red hoodie, but his thinness and sickly pale skin should identify him quickly!

-He can do 115° heat. Cannot do anything below 60°.

-Bonus round! He will eat pretty anything but he adores seafood, favorite color is red (not the case once the series is done MWAHAHAHA) and he cares so much. Like he will play nurse if you're sick, he will comfort you after a bad day, and he will FIGHT anyone picking on you. Granted he will most likely lose, but hes defending your honor buddy. This mf is 16 and he is such a SWEETHEART. Too good, too pure for this world

Guys as soon as I get access to my books I will start work on Ch 3. It's killing me more than you guys not having it.

[firstsprinces]

Happy Sunday, pals! Thank you to @wordsofhoneydew, and @anincompletelist for tagging me! It was refreshing to read all new ideas from you all! I’m excited to read them in full once they’re posted!

I have also (unintentionally) thought of a new idea that I’ve been pushing away for a long time. The only reason it’s been allowed back into my brain is because I recently rewatched my favorite childhood movie this is loosely inspired by and I can’t deny myself of putting Alex, Henry, and David (this is the only hint I’ll give and if you have an inkling of what the movie is, we will become best friends) into this universe.

He’s never thought of a Christmas wreath beyond a whimsical holiday decoration before the worst day of his life. Now, the damned adornment screams at him with every form of symbolism its carried throughout history. From the woven evergreen those of Ancient Rome and Greece believed represents healing, continuity and survival through difficult times, including pain and suffering, to the colors of green and red respectively standing for life and growth and the blood Christ had shed on the cross. Somehow, together, they mean the promise of eternal life. On the day his fiancé, Liam, had died Alex had seen so much of the color red, and each day after has held so much pain and suffering to the point where he doesn’t think he’ll ever truly heal from it. He can’t even remove the wreath from the front door, the door to their first place together where everything was supposed to start for them. All he does when he finds the strength to actually leave, is stare at it and think about Liam calling him an idiot from the other side of the door. He had driven Liam crazy about having to decorate their place for Christmas the second after their leftovers from Thanksgiving had been put away into the refrigerator.

Tagging @priincebutt, even though you've already been tagged. I can't get enough of your work and I don't want to miss anything! I'll also be going through my following list tonight to check out everyone's posts!

[eternalergo]

— 15 Questions for 15 or maybe 5 or 6 Friends —

I've been attacked twice but I will not parry, I thank you @deepdwellingsteamboat and @corffiser Happy you always have me sobbing on the floor when I see your stunning gifs 😔🖤

Are you named after anyone? Complicated. My father liked the name Guinevere due to the whole King Arthur stuff so he thought why not give me the more modern version of the name.... When was the last time you cried? About two weeks ago at my granny's grave Do you have kids? Never gonna happen, bloodline will die with me ✨ What sports do you play/have you played? Many. Does dancing count tho?? Now all that remains is back pain 24/7 Do you use sarcasm? Usually depends on the level of stupidity I'd be faced with What’s the first thing you notice about people? It's likely their behavior and style What’s your eye color? Green gray Scary movies or happy endings? Of course scary movies!! Any talents? Gaslighting myself and. etc Where were you born? Somewhere deep in the woods where you wouldn't even dare to go What are your hobbies? Anything creative, reading, gaming, annoying my kitty, doing absolutely Nothing Do you have any pets? Yesss a cat and she's my everything 🖤 How tall are you? 1,70. Usually tall enough to look down upon total dipshits Favorite subject in school? Art my beloved Dream job? Just living life tbh, not wanting to think about surviving anymore

Sorry for the onslaught of tag games, there's yet more to come lmao but there's no obligation of course. Also let me know if you don't want to be tagged (or want to be! will soon upgrade my tag list I swear)

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@claudiasurrogate thank you for tagging me!!!!

- last song: a robin and the rainbow and a red red rose by nat king cole 🤍

- favorite colors: orange, purple, and green. but i love orange the most!

- last book: authority by jeff vandermeer!

- last show: the bear! i haven’t watched it in a bit though ive mainly been watching movies lately

- sweet/spicy/savory: sweet. but also i love spice as well

- relationship status: single, but i’m trying to date atm!

- last thing googled: can you stop a gas burner from working 😭😭😭 i was making rice pudding and my milk boiled over and now the burner i was using doesn’t work. so yeah. i gotta figure that out.

- current obsession: hmmm. maybe abstract art. i can’t say im thoroughly obsessed with anything atm though. but i am enjoying things! just not like crazy. also realistically probably writing. i’m working on a few things right now.

- looking forward to: going home soon. i need a bit of a rest and although i wont be home for long i just need a place to feel like i belong right now. im also looking forward to eventually getting a doctor here and starting to hopefully see a therapist and all the specialists i need again. i’ve been kinda in the trenches with my chronic pain lately and i would just like some help.

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Get to Know Me (tag game)

Thanks @burntheedges and @sydneyinacoma for the tags! 💖

I guess I don’t post much about myself on here, so behold the mystery of Jyar’ika revealed under the cut (because I waffle and didn't wanna take up y’all’s dashes)…

Ahh space to include GIFs (*is happy*)...

1. Were you named after anyone? Hmm, that’s a sneaky way to get a name reveal outta me. Alright, I don’t mind… apparently one of the hosts on Blue Peter (the longest-running children’s TV show in the world - you’re not getting an age reveal outta me too!) had a baby just before I was born. Why my parents were watching a children’s TV show I have no idea, but this host evidently wrote/sang some kinda song on air about calling her baby daughter Jemma with a J not Gemma with a G. So I was named after a terribly trite and obscure TV reference that nobody will ever remember. You may call me Jem if you wish, my friends all do, and if you’re bothering to read this then you’re in that category.

(If you're wondering about the GIF, the show was always broadcast live and they had several pets. The outtakes are numerous.)

2. When was the last time you cried? I think I’m weird… I don’t tend to cry? Or only if I’m really really upset. Maybe I’m Cameron Diaz in The Holiday? So yeah, I can’t actually remember 🤔.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, although it’s a fairly recent decision to not have them. I spent much of my life assuming I wanted kids until I realised I had been conditioned by society to think I did. Since I started considering what I genuinely want and need in my life, I’ve never been happier! I'd make an exception to adopt a certain little green guy, though.

4. What sports do you play/have played? Ugh, I hate questions like this. Nope, I’m a lazy asshole and now you all know it 🫣. I mean, I activity-hopped throughout my school years (gymnastics, karate, soccer), but these days I live in front of a computer. My exercise is lugging 24 bottles of water up 4 flights of stairs twice a week.

5. Do you use sarcasm? I’m British. Sarcasm is my mother tongue.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I’m the least observant person ever! So voices a lot of the time, I think. Pretty sure that’s why something clicked inside me as soon as Din Djarin spoke his first on-screen words.

7. What’s your eye color? Depends on the light, but somewhere between dark blue and grey.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I’m an absolute wuss when it comes to scary movies, so I don’t put myself through that. Also, the literature student in me desperately wants to point out that these things are not mutually exclusive, as you can have scary movies with happy endings, so a more appropriate ‘either/or’ scenario would be tragedies or happy endings. But either way, I will say no to the former and yes to the latter. I dislike making myself feel scared or sad – I consume fiction (in all formats) to feel good, so I’ll always look for the positive. I’m currently experimenting to see if I can write a massively angsty fic, and it was supposed to be done by the New Year, but I’m struggling. I will also have to include one of those open-ended ‘maybe it could work out after all’ epilogues. I just can’t leave my characters in pain.

9. Any talents? Not sure what constitutes a talent… I can sing, play guitar, write a longass Din Djarin fanfic that people seem quite keen on, uh… cook, I guess (though I rarely bother), understand quite a few languages (less proficient at speaking them). I’m sort of a jack of all trades, master of none. I would say I have a talent for procrastination – I can complete a whole workday and get barely anything of substance done!

10. Where were you born? In a village outside a town in Surrey, England. It's only about 30 miles from London. Lots of trees. Very dull. I left as soon as I could.

11. What are your hobbies? Writing is my main obsession, specifically Din Djarin-related, of course. Also reading (same genre). Throughout my entire life I’ve enjoyed stories in all formats – reading, writing, watching, listening, proofreading the fuck out of them – so if it’s a good yarn, I’ll have a good time.

12. Do you have any pets? Not currently, my landlord won’t allow it. I used to own 3 rats who were the most adorable boys and so smart – they knew their names, responded to commands, liked to snuggle. When I can finally buy my own place I’ll probably get a dog, as I like pets that listen to you, even if only sporadically. I had a very non-communicative chameleon once. He was called Minion. He was not a good minion.

13. How tall are you? 5’4. Not tiny, but sometimes I have to go up on my tippytoes to reach stuff.

14. Favorite subject in school? English literature (see hobbies question above). When I got to university and enrolled on an English lit/lang degree, I tried to take as many literature courses and avoid the language ones. It wasn’t until years after graduating when I started proofing/editing and writing more seriously that I developed a respect for all the mandatory language courses I had to do. I also liked media studies and film studies; you can guess why. Psychology was interesting too, it’s good to understand human nature if you want to write realistic characters.

15. Dream job? I wish I could write novels for a living. It’s a goal as well as a dream. I know a couple of authors who’ve self-published via Kindle Direct Publishing (I proofread/edited for one of them), and they were successful enough to turn that into their careers. They keep encouraging me to try, although I’m currently in my ‘obsessed with Din Djarin so just writing fanfic to develop my authorial voice’ era. When my obsession wanes, as obsessions inevitably do, I’ll hopefully feel ready to write something original and take my shot. But I’m not pressuring myself, and right now I’m happy attempting to entertain the Mandalorian fan community. I feel safe here 💖

Now I know I’m supposed to tag people since that’s the point of a tag game… but I’m that autistic kid in the corner who is too shy and worried about tagging people who might not reply. So I’m foregoing tags today. But, if you’ve bothered to read this and you haven't already played: TAG YOU’RE IT! That’s me tagging you, please take it seriously and thank me for your tag in your own post (I will be genuinely thrilled if anybody does this, and I’m sending advance love to anyone who does – you don’t know how much it means to someone autistic to have the decision-making element dealt with for them). So go on, now it’s your turn!

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People I wanna know better tag meme

Thank you for the tag @shannankle :)

Last song?

Currently obsessed with Seungkwan's cover of Shape by Choi Yu Ree because I love to be in pain.

Favorite color?

Probably deep green.

Currently watching?

I just caught up with a bunch of BL I missed from 2023: Love for Love's Sake, Jun and Jun, The New Employee, Kiseki: Dear to Me, and To My Start 2 from 2022. All good, lfls and tms2 are my angsty faves and Chen Yi and Ai Di have simply taken over my brain cells to argue and never say one single thing directly if it could be said obliquely and with threats of violence.

I just started Love in the Air lol because I wanted something light but ep 1 and Payu's vibes are perhaps not for me. I'm also watching Build Up, this korean vocal survival show thing, it's great background watch vibes.

Honestly I'm kind of looking for BLs to watch, not that there isn't wild amounts but because I want something which is kind of similar to The Eighth Sense or I Promised You the Moon, which is to say, a bit artsy, a bit angsty and with something to say outside of the romance itself? So recs are welcome~

Last movie?

Oh good god, I genuinely don't remember but I think it was Mind Game dir. by Masaki Yuasa sometime last fall. I'm truly bad with watching movies.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory?

Spicy~ I like it hot lol

Relationship status?

Single and too caught up in work and research to want anything more than a cat and an apartment to my name.

Current obsessions?

Chen Yi and Ai Di. Truly so good. Why isn't there 1000s of fic about them already?? Their dynamic is so good and so cursed and truly neither of them can communicate to literally save a life and I love them for this.

Last thing you googled?

Masaki Yuasa's name spelling lol~

Selfie or another pic you took?

A photo of my cat bundled in blankets:

Truly just tagging with no knowledge about whether you've done this before or not. Please also simply partake if this is your jam~

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