#also don’t judge me on the hair i refuse to draw that shit in detail bye

[elevatormusic]

um lol have i mastered the blending for digital art yet? no. do i care? also no.

this one has been sitting unfinished for months now because after i drew it i realized i did not want to color it. nonetheless tumblr said “here are skam posts for your feed. now finish your drawing.” so i did.

show: skam (this specific couple is from season 3)

[sugaabooga]

Chance | 5

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader | Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, rich!Seokjin, rich!Jimin

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: PG-13, alcohol consumption, alcohol intoxication, societal classes

Synopsis: Seokjin had no problem of getting girls and also had no problem of getting rid of them. One girl after the next. So why was it that you - a middle-class citizen - was an exception? You - a middle-class citizen - made Seokjin question if he really did have it all. But one thing’s for sure. He didn’t have any of your chances.

Clank.

The glass in Seokjin’s hand nearly shatters at the sheer force he slams it down on the bar counter.

Seokjin grunts, sloppily gesturing towards the wide-eyed bartender who stares at him with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry sir,” he says with a gentle voice. “I’m afraid you’ve had too much to drink. Do you have anyone to pick you up or should I call a cab?”

Seokjin whines, laying his head against the counter and wriggling his body as if there was a rat crawling up and down his body.

“Mur,” Seokjin pouts.

“Excuse me?” the bartender leans forward in hopes of hearing some kind of name of number he could call.

Seokjin lifts up his body feeling heavier than usual and props his hand under his chin to look straight at the young man in front of him.

“Jungcoook?” Seokjin squints at the bartender’s name tag, arm sliding from underneath him.

Jungkook smiles good-naturedly, quite nice for a mere bartender who deals with countless drunkards each night.

“That’s me,” he answers. “It’s getting close to the end of my shift and I would like to send you home before I go.”

Seokjin nods heartily at him. “Yur a nice kid.”

Jungkook shrugs, setting aside a glass he just finished wiping dry. “Just doing my job I guess.”

“You see,” Seokjin sighs, eyeing the bottle of whiskey a few inches away from where Jungkook stands. “I can’t call anyone.”

Jungkook nods. “I’ll hail a cab.”

Seokjin merely hums as Jungkook turns around to place the glasses on the shelf behind him. Taking this as a chance, Seokjin uses all the soberness left in him to reach over the counter and grab the whiskey bottle by the neck, hurriedly and sloppily pouring out the alcohol into his empty glass.

“Which area do you- SIR!” Jungkook shrieks mid-question, turning around to see Seokjin hastily gulp down the remains of the drink. Jungkook snatches the glass from his hand in exasperation before Seokjin can tilt his glass again for the last few drops left underneath the ice cubes.

“No cab,” Seokjin mutters as Jungkook merely sighs. Why was this wealthy man, probably mid to late twenties, drowning himself in drinks tonight?

Jungkook bets this guy wouldn’t even have to work part-time jobs like he had to in order to make ends meet. So why was he so miserable?

Seokjin huffs, yanking out his phone and fingers automatically finding a specific name in his contacts.

He rests his head on the counter once again as he strategically places his phone on top of his ear, letting the rings lull him in and out of consciousness.

__

“How’d you even know I was working overtime?” you ask Jimin who lazily spins around in his chair.

“I called Hoseok for a drink but he said he was too tired and mentioned how you were working past working hours,” Jimin recalls. “Again.”

“And you just. . . decided to come?”

Jimin nods. “Of course. Can’t have you suffering alone.”

You blink a few times at the man who appears quite nonchalant about this whole ordeal while you were purely confused at how you were supposed to feel. This wouldn’t be weird if that intimate moment a few days back hadn’t happened.

You were sure his hand lingered longer than usual after he had gently tucked your hair behind your ear and his eyes gazed with a look you’ve never seen before.

You quickly shake the thought out of your head, refusing to mull over that moment more than you needed to. He was merely comforting you as a friend. There was no need to overthink anything. Those things can happen from time to time.

Then the rest of his sentence registers in your head. Once again, the fact that Jimin even calls Hoseok regularly surprises you despite it being widely known in your department how Jimin was probably the only one who free-spiritedly joked around with Hoseok. “You. . . You’re close with Hoseok, right?”

Jimin immediately hums in response, as if he didn’t know how intimidated everyone was of the marketing manager and actively avoided any sort of contact with him.

“I mean. . . he’s only a year older than us,” Jimin states, making you turn to him in shock.

“WHAT!?” you gasp. You had assumed Hoseok was at least four years older than you. Now you realize, he did look quite young, but his workplace habits were of an accomplished forty year old who was ready to retire early.

Jimin giggles at your shock. “Yeah. It’s pretty obvious though. That hyung really is youthful. He’s actually fairly optimistic and a great listener. Which makes him the perfect drinking buddy.”

You roll your eyes at Jimin’s alcohol fanaticism making an appearance. “Well, you do know about his reputation in the office right?”

Jimin stops his swiveling, turning to look at you properly. His gaze switches to a more serious gaze as he lowers his voice. “Cold caller baller?”

You break out into a smile, scrunching your nose in the process at Jimin’s genuine inquiry. “What the hell is that?” you laugh. “I meant how everyone treats him like ‘he who shall not be named’. Everytime someone mentions,” pause “Hoseok,” you whisper, making Jimin scoff. “He randomly appears and scolds the whole team.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Now that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard about.”

You open your mouth to protest but freeze as Jimin shifts closer, his head just a few inches away from yours.

“It’s probably because Hoseok’s the only one in our department who gives a shit about his job,” Jimin smirks, playfully dropping to a low whisper at Hoseok’s name. “That’s why everyone’s scared. They can’t handle his professionalism.”

You gulp, barely noticing the hidden indirect insult Jimin purposely shot at you with the purpose of agitating you, and instead being able to only focus on why he was so close to you and why you felt like you suddenly couldn’t breathe.

Jimin’s smirk slightly drops into a concerned frown when he realizes you aren’t reacting the way he had expected you to react.

“Y/N?”

Bang.

Both of you look up in alarm towards the entrance of the office that leads out to the elevators at the echo of something crashing into the wall.

Jimin stands up from his chair, leaning his body back to look as far as he can out the glass doors.

“Was someone else working overtime?” he asks, earning a shake of your head. Jimin starts heading towards the doors to check out the sound as you click out of your tabs for the night. Everything else that was left on your slides, you could finish up tomorrow morning. Right now, you were quite convinced that you were very exhausted, especially judging from the way you suddenly froze up in close proximity with your long-time best friend whom you had only platonic feelings for.

You let out a long exhale, forcing the thought out of your brain and logging out of your computer then carefully placing the flash drive with all the project details into your bag’s inner pocket. After half-heartedly organizing your desk area and cubicle, you walk towards the exit, heels softly clacking against the tiles as Jimin comes in through the doors peering into a black bag.

“What’s that?” you ask curiously. Jimin looks up and turns back around to head towards the elevators after noticing that you were done for the night.

“I don’t know,” he answers. “It was dropped against the wall which was probably the sound we heard.”

“Is there anything in it?”

Jimin nods, pulling out a bag of chips. “Snacks.”

You can’t help but let your jaw slightly drop at the sight of food after working for hours straight without a proper meal since 2pm.

It was your favorite brand of chips too.

“Gimme,” you pout, making Jimin chuckle.

“I don’t think we should just take it though,” he hesitates. “Isn’t it kind of bad to take something someone else bought? Without permission?”

“But it was literally on the floor,” you reason, not as morally righteous as your friend beside you.

Jimin still debates, fiddling with the handle of the bag. “Hey there’s a lunchbox in here.”

He fishes out the bulgogi meal pack with rice and a few other pre-packaged side dishes. Your eyes widen at the humble meal as if it were a five-star lobster.

“Okay, forget the chips,” you gasp. “We have to eat the lunchbox. If it’s left here uneaten, it’s going to spoil! What a waste that would be!”

Jimin laughs at your logic but still shakes his head. “Let’s just drop this off at the front desk.”

You purse your lips in distaste as the elevator finally dings, indicating its arrival.

Jimin grins, internally cooing at how cute you were.

“Dinner’s on me,” he adds as you begrudgingly press the lobby button.

You whip around to him, instantly perking up with newfound energy. “For real!?”

Jimin is nearly floored by your glistening eyes that were sparkling just because he offered to buy you dinner. He can’t help but match your wide grin as he nods. “Yup. Just name it! Actually, besides the five-star restaurants downtown.”

You snicker as Jimin quickly draws the boundaries to your food choices.

The one time you went out for dinner with him after college graduation, your food suggestion resulted in a $285 check for two steaks and a teeny tiny salad.

Your jaw had dropped all the way down to the floor at the sight of the bill. You tried to split the bill but Jimin had physically pushed you out of the restaurant, insisting to pay for the meal.

Even to this day, you have no idea how Jimin managed to pay the bill as a fellow broke college student who had yet to land a stable income.

“Hm. . . I’m craving donkatsu,” you say, indirectly asking Jimin if he was okay with pork cutlet for dinner.

“Donkatsu!” Jimin exclaims with a wide grin. 

“I take it that you agree?” you say with a scoff at his child-like excitement at the mention of his favorite food and playfully nudge his shoulder when the elevator doors open.

Jimin gulps at your playful grin and your bright eyes peering up at him, making his heart stutter and mind going blank.

Geez. What was wrong with him today? Either you were extra attractive or he was just more whipped than usual.

“Jimin?” you ask confusedly when he remains standing still in the elevator with an indecipherable look.

Jimin’s head jerks up at the sound of his name and he glances around, confused at when the elevator doors had opened and when you had already left his side.

“Park!” you yell, catching Jimin’s attention from his distracted glances around the elevator.

“Yes?” he immediately responds, making you look at him with pure bewilderment.

“You good?”

Jimin breathily laughs making you crack a hesitant smile.

“Yeah I’m-”

“Oh Y/N!” the front desk receptionist on night duty calls. You turn around at the sound of her voice and give her a polite smile, walking towards her desk.

Meanwhile, Jimin hurriedly presses the open door button as the elevator doors start to close and quickly follows after you.

“Hey. . .” you trail off, unable to remember her name.

“Soo-ah,” Jimin smiles at her with a slight jog, catching up to you and saving you from embarrassment.

Soo-ah grins back at the charming man in front of her, not even noticing that you had forgotten her name despite the years both of you worked here.

“Soo-ah,” you repeat with a smile.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” Soo-ah says right off the bat.

Your brows slightly raise in question, exchanging a confused glance with Jimin.

“For… what?” you ask.

Did I get a raise I don’t know about?

Soo-ah slightly tilts her head. “I heard you got scouted by JJ Corps.”

“JJ Corps?” you and Jimin ask simultaneously, eyes widening.

Seokjin’s company?

Our company?

“Yeah. The director himself came and asked which floor you were on,” Soo-ah pauses. “Wait. . . I just realized that it’s past the normal office hours. How did he know you were working overtime?”

Jimin frowns. If it was the director, that would be Seokjin. 

Seokjin came?

“Did you get his name?” Jimin asks the befuddled receptionist before you can open your mouth.

You shoot Jimin a slight glance, noting how Jimin almost seemed agitated. Last time, Jimin had known Seokjin’s name even though you made sure not to tell anyone since Seokjin was such a known public figure. And now, it almost seemed as if Jimin was on the same page as you, suspecting that it was Seokjin who had come over.

“Um. . .” Soo-ah tries to recall, attracting your attention once again and keep in mind to mention it to Jimin later. Her eyes lighting up in remembrance. “Ah! I think it was Kim. . . Seojik? Seonjin?”

“Seok...jin?” you hesitantly suggest. Soo-ah lets out a sound of recognition and nods.

“Ah. Yes, yes. It said Kim Seokjin, Director of JJ Corps on his business card.”

Jimin holds in his questions and scans your reaction. For the first time in your years of friendship, Jimin couldn’t read your face. Your lips were turned into a grim line and your eyes seemed blank, void of any emotion.

You nod with a wry smile, mumbling a thank you and greeting goodnight to Soo-ah and turn around, walking towards the lobby doors.

Jimin stands watching your retreating figure with slight worry and hurriedly snatches out the bag of your favorite chips and hands the rest of the black bag to Soo-ah.

“Oh?” Soo-ah lets out a noise of surprise at the familiar bag. “This was what Mr. Kim was hold-”

Soo-ah stops mid-sentence at the realization that she was alone. A small smile appears as she scoffs in amusement watching Jimin trail after you like a lost puppy with the chips in hand. Jimin playfully, but hesitantly pokes the side of your face with a tiny, shy smile, forcing you to give him your attention. Soo-ah sighs, plopping back down onto her swivel chair once you take the chips with a roll of your eyes. Jimin’s arm hovers over your shoulder as he debates whether to put his arm around you. His fist clenches as he decides against it and Jimin continues walking with his hands behind his back.

Soo-ah sighs with pity at his internal debate that she just witnessed.

“Will she ever notice?” Soo-ah mutters to herself at the unfortunate sight of Jimin quite obviously whipped for a girl who has no idea of his feelings.

__

“Bus is here,” Jimin announces nudging you up off the bus stop bench.

You climb up the steps and fiddle around your bag for your pre-paid bus pass. The bus driver softly sighs as you continue rummaging with a apologetic smile.

“Two please,” Jimin intercepts with his own card from behind you.

Beep.

His chest gently presses against your back, his warmth wrapping around your cold frame draped around with a thin cardigan.

Before you can think anything more of how comforting his warmth felt, your feet jut out, walking towards the two seats on the left side of the bus as the driver continues to drive his nightly route.

“Thanks,” you say as you sit down.

Jimin shakes his head as a sign of no problem. He follows after you, plopping down on the cushiony seat next to you and setting his bag onto his lap.

You try to ignore Jimin’s burning stare at the side of your face by mindlessly scrolling on your phone then give up with a huff once Jimin doesn’t look away for a few good seconds.

“What?” you sigh, turning your head to look at your friend. You instinctively shift backwards once you notice the close proximity.

Jimin silently studies your face for a quick second before offering you a small smile. “Finish the chips already?”

You roll your eyes with a light-hearted scoff. “Yes. I told you. I was hungry. I threw them away while you were looking down the street for the bus.”

Jimin laughs with a nod. “Good job. That was the appetizer.”

You smile to yourself, savoring these small moments with Jimin in your life.

“Are you uh. . . Are you okay?”

You stay silent for a moment before letting out a breathy laughing with a smile, looking up at the back of another passenger’s head. “What do you mean? Of course I’m okay.”

“I’m talking about Seokjin,” Jimin specifies bluntly.

You weren’t quite sure if you were okay. All you could think of were endless questions. Why had he come to your office? Why didn’t he call or text instead? It’s been a full two weeks since you last met up with him about the money envelope.

You look back down at your bag perched on your lap and unknowingly fiddle with the end of your gudetama keychain, a nervous habit of yours.

Jimin feels his own fingers twitch, reaching out towards your fidgety ones before he stops himself.

You had made yourself somewhat clear last time. Jimin felt you draw a certain line. Whether it was fear or genuine dislike, he wasn’t sure, but all he knew was that the two of you had boundaries that he had to keep in order to keep your friendship out of jeopardy.

Jimin sighs, reminding himself that your friendship is more important than his confusing feelings and pulls away his hand.

RRing.

At the sound of the obnoxious rings, you dig into your bag, looking for your phone.

The rings continue, attracting attention from the other passengers on the bus, and it’s only when Jimin feels the glares and hears harsh whispers directed in his direction that he fully turns to you, wondering why you weren’t picking up the call.

You stay still as a statue looking down at your phone. Jimin side-eyes your phone, lips slightly parting in realization once he reads the caller id.

Kim Seokjin.

You stare at your screen, reading the name over and over again, tuning out the rest of the bus who were now thoroughly annoyed.

It is only when the call ends and your family picture pops back up that you let out a shaky breath.

You start to put your phone back in your bag when the rings start again. A series of groans and sighs fill the bus.

Kim Seokjin.

Why was he calling? What else does he have to say?

“Aren’t you going to pick up?”

Your head sharply turns at Jimin’s question.

“What?”

Jimin shrugs, avoiding your eyes. “If you’re debating that much about answering his call, just answer it. If you’re over him, tell him clearly so he knows your definite stance in your relationship.”

You stay silent, pondering for a brief moment and finally get enough courage to swipe your finger across the call button.

“H-Hello?” you answer.

“Good evening,” an unfamiliar voice greets back, making your brows furrow and double-check if this was really Seokjin.

“Uh. . . who is this?” you ask as you see Jimin turning to you from the corner of your eye.

“Ah. Sorry about the inconvenience. This is Jeon Jungkook from Sky Lounge and I am calling from customer Kim Seokjin’s cell phone. Mr. Kim seems severely drunk at the moment and I saw that he called you just a few seconds ago so I figured you were somewhat closely affiliated with him?”

“Oh. . .No. . . Well, used to be, I guess,” you answer with uncertainty at the relation you have with Seokjin.

Have a definite stance in your relationship.

“Ah, well we need-”

“I would like to think I have very little relation to Mr. Kim,” you state. “I hope you can get him home safe. My apologies.”

“Wait Ma’am-”

You quickly tap the red button to end the call and toss your phone into your bag.

“Was that not Seokjin?” Jimin asks confusedly as you let out a long exhale.

You shake your head. “It was. . . but. . .”

He’ll get home safe, right? The Jungkook guy sounded nice over the phone. He’ll hail a cab or something right? But Seokjin seems dead drunk. What if he accidentally sleeps with a girl or gets taken advantage of? He’s currently in a vulnerable state. The bartender also mentioned that Seokjin called himself before he gave a second call. Why would Seokjin call me if he’s drunk? Maybe he wants me specifically to pick him up? Does he have no one else to call? Is that why he had no choice but to call me?

“Was it some manager or something? That rude rich people stu-”

“Sorry Jimin,” you hastily apologize, slamming the red button on the side of the bus, indicating for the bus driver to pull over on the curb. “Let’s get dinner tomorrow. I’ll call you later.”

Jimin sputters as you climb over his legs and speedily shuffle towards the open sliding doors.

“W-Wait. I’ll go with you.”

You hop off the bus, Jimin closely behind you as the bus takes off to leave the both of you in the middle of a random sidewalk near downtown.

“Y/N,” Jimin calls, grabbing hold of your wrist to turn you around and forcing you to stop in the midst of your hurried steps.

You’re slightly out of breath when you respond with a quiet ‘yea?’

“Can you please explain what’s going on?” he asks.

You sigh, tugging Jimin’s arm to walk while you explain. “It was a bartender at Sky Lounge. Apparently, Seokjin’s drunk right now.”

You cared. You still cared about Seokjin. Jimin’s lips turn into a straight line as he tries to ignore the bitter feeling entering him.

“I’m sure he’ll get home safe. The bartender will hail a cab for him or call someone else in his contact list.”

That’s rational. That’s the logical facts.

“I. . . I know,” you reply as Jimin catches up the few steps to walk beside you. “But I have to see for myself to get rid of this worrying feeling. What if something happens to him?”

Jimin suppresses the urge to tell you that there’s little to none possibility that someone as tall and intimidating as Seokjin, under the supervision of bartenders at a top-class bar, falls in danger. 

“Yeah. I get it,” Jimin lies.

He doesn’t get it.

You look at google maps pulled up on your phone that directs you to Sky Lounge, around a two-minute walk from where you currently are. You turn your head to your surroundings, finding something quite familiar about the buildings and restaurants in this specific part of downtown.

“There?” Jimin points towards the fancy looking bar near the end of the street.

The banner read in cursive, dark maroon red and white light, Sky Lounge.

“Yeah. Seems to be the place,” you pause, looking around once more. You recognize this street. “Hey isn’t that the five-star restaurant we ate in last time?”

Jimin follows your gaze to the said restaurant that he had paid for a while back. Jimin grimaces at the memory of his father pestering him if he had a girlfriend after that big gap in his credit card at a hot romantic dating spot.

“Yeah,” Jimin answers. “Sky Lounge is a luxury bar which is why all the five-star restaurants and stores are gathered here.”

“The elite town,” you smack your lips, adjusting your bag and walking down the sidewalk, past the flashy lamps and designer brand stores.

Soon enough, you arrive in front of the bar and with no hesitation, you pull open the glass doors only to get pulled by the doors yourself.

These were a lot heavier than you thought.

Jimin snickers next to you, nudging you aside and pulling the doors open with ease.

“I told you, you need to hit the gym,” Jimin mutters from behind you while you hurry into the bar with a half-hearted thanks, eyes scanning the tables and counters with all types of couples, businessmen, and businesswoman mingling and getting drunk.

You squint under the dim lights and spot a lone, slumped over figure at the counter. A tuft of dark brown hair poked out between the figure’s arms as their legs haphazardly dangled from underneath them. You glance at the coat draped over the man’s chair and you immediately recognize it as one of Seokjin’s designer brand coats that he wore the most often.

By often, you meant once every three months.

You quickly make your way over to Seokjin and try to shake him awake.

“Seokjin?” you clarify, grasping his arm and simultaneously shaking his shoulder.

You hear a series of incoherent grumbles and with a sudden jerk of his head, Seokjin’s eyes meet yours and they seem to bore into your soul.

Seokjin laughs in surprise, a whiff of strong liquor drifting into your nostrils and making you scrunch up your nose.

“Y/N,” Seokjin giggles.

Oh, he was extremelyyy drunk.

“Seokjin,” you sigh. “Why’d you drink so much? No, actually tell me later. Let’s get you home first, alright?”

Seokjin’s bottom lip juts out as he wiggles out of your grasp. “I aM a big kid. NO. Man. I’m a big, caaaaaapable man. You see thiS fACe? Wuuurldwide hannsum.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Are you now?”

Seokjin nods with a slight laugh.

You slightly pause in your tugging to properly take a look at him.

Despite the fact that he was drinking right now, it seemed that Seokjin still looked as healthy and unaffected as ever. Quite contrary to you whose hair was tied into a messy bun and eyes were slightly swollen every single morning from tearing up or straight up sobbing yourself to sleep.

How was it possible that a dead drunk man could still be so handsome? His reddened cheeks only made his face glow with a child-like innocence and put an odd emphasis to his lack of pores. The dim lighting of the bar only seemed to make his eyes brighter as he sat near the lights on the shelves. His tousled, messy hair only added to his attractiveness as he grumbled under his breath with those pouty pink lips.

“Are you Miss Y/N?”

You’re pulled out of your daze by a familiar voice. Over the counter stood Jungkook, the employee who had called you.

You immediately nod. “Yes. that’s me.”

Jungkook represses the urge to point out how you made it seem like you weren’t ever going to show up in Seokjin’s life again over the phone and instead shoots you a grateful smile. 

“Thank goodness. I’m Jungkook. The employee who called you earlier. My shift is almost over so I was just about to call a cab. Having someone Mr. Kim knows to pick him up is a lot more assuring.”

“Yeah. I got a little worried, so I just decided to come myself,” you say with a small laugh.

A movement from the corner of your eye makes you turn your attention to Seokjin who was attempting to stand up from his stool. As if in slow motion, Seokjin’s foot gets caught on the stool’s footrest, his eyes still closed from intoxication. His heavy form starts to lean towards you and before you know it, he’s full on falling towards your small frame, your helpless arms reaching out in a pointless attempt to brace yourself against a full grown man’s deadweight.

But, the impact of his body never comes.

Jungkook curiously eyes the other man in the picture who holds Seokjin in an awkward hug, shielding him from your body.

You peer up at Jimin who huffs as he waddles Seokjin back down onto the stool. Keeping his arm supporting Seokjin’s back, Jimin turns to Jungkook.

“Did this guy pay?” he asks.

Jungkook nods with widened eyes at what he just witnessed. “Yes. I charged everything to his card just a few minutes ago.”

Jimin nods and grabs Seokjin’s coat, poorly attempting to shove the drunken man’s limp arms through the holes with one arm while holding him up with the other arm.

You quickly intercept and help hold up the coat for Jimin who gives you a brief smile before successfully draping the coat around Seokjin and buttoning it up.

“Hey, can you help him get on my back?” Jimin asks with a non arguable tone.

You push away the habitual need to protest whenever Jimin gets too caring and instead nod with a slight sigh.

Seokjin whines as Jimin adjusts him on his back with a grunt.

“Have a good evening,” Jimin greets Jungkook, you doing the same as you swing Jimin’s bag over your own shoulder and trail after him.

Jungkook gives you a slight bow and quickly wipes down the counter where Seokjin was slobbering over before leaving. He tilts his head as he takes off his apron with genuine amusement at the relationship dynamic between the three of you.

It was quite obvious you had some kind of history with Seokjin judging from the tone of your voice over the call and after, your reaction. Perhaps an ex? Then, Jimin. Where did he fit in the picture?

Jungkook hums with a shake of his head, checking out with a beep of his employee card. If Jimin wasn’t romantically interested in you yet, he sure will be soon as seen from the way he was constantly putting himself between you and Seokjin.

How interesting, Jungkook muses. There would definitely be heartbreak between that trio.

[into-crazy]

Man Under the Makeup Pt. 7

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Female Reader series

Warnings- Cursing, mentions of violence, more sadness, talk of bad eating habits, Arthur breaking down, lots of FLUFF🥺🥰

You can find the other parts RIGHT HERE and through the “Man Under the Makeup” tag lovelies!💘

Freshly cleansed, Arthur steps into your living room. Following the scent of something delicious drawing from your kitchen. You stand over the stove, mixing sauce in a pan. The spaghetti noodles boiling on the burner next to the sauce. Unaware of his presence behind watching you focus on your cooking, humming to the tune barley coming from the small radio on the counter. Everything about you is so angelic to Arthur, your own signature qualities he adored witnessing as you obliviously displayed them.

"Something smells good."

Arthur's voice startles a slight jump. Turning to a smiling Arthur, wet hair framing his handsome face. Clear of the blood and makeup. No shirt on, displaying his thin, bare torso. He's wearing a pair of your light grey sweatpants. Not to worry, he made them fit. In fact, they dropped a little low on his hips. Exposing his lean waistline in all the right ways. No underwear. It's difficult not to stare, especially when his lower regain practically challenges your wandering eyes.

"Spaghetti sounded good, thought I'd make some." You acknowledge handing him a fluffy robe. Again, one of yours. That'll surely help keep your mind out of the gutter. Hesitant in taking it, he leaves your arm hanging. "Don't be like that," you laugh with a humorous roll of your eyes. "It's cold, take it. No one's going to see you." Waving the article until he takes it.

Sighing, he accepts it. How could he deny the comfort you so blithely provide? He wraps the fabric around his body, it's warm and soft. Okay, yeah, maybe the robe was a good idea. "Spaghetti huh? Sweetheart you know it's past 10, right?" he laughs.

"Have you ate?" You blink at him.

"Well I- no," he answers in playful defeat.

To which you snarkily reply, "hm, that's what I thought. Well then looks like we're having pasta tonight." Draining the noodles, you start fixing him a plate.

Of course he hasn't ate. There's no way he could lie to you about that. The only time he'll eat a proper meal is when he's with you, and you took note of this. So when he's in your presence, you make sure he's well fed. Though you know better not to push it. Naturally appreciating every aspect of his- which includes his slender frame. Finding him beautiful in his own skin. You just don't want him to ever go hungry.

After dinner, Arthur watches the news station while you clean up in the kitchen. He kindly offered to help out, but you refused. Telling him to relax on the couch. That might have been a mistake- the channel's replaying the 'breaking news' segment from a few hours earlier. There was a mention of the Joker and his gangs activity, plus a death resulting from it. They didn't go far into detail about the man, quickly transitioning into the next topic. You felt it was best, for Arthur's sake.

His leg bobbed up and down, he's craving badly for a cigarette. The carton sat next to his revolver by the door. However he's choosing not to have one, since he knows you're not fond of it in your home.

Once finished up, you grab a blanket from the room. Taking a seat next to him, wrapping the blank around both of you. The news isn't mentioning him anymore, yet his eyes are still widely glued to the television. He's in deep, worrying thought, you sense it. Grabbing the remote from the table, you switch the power off. He doesn't move, like he didn't even notice you turned it off. It's dead silent.

"Arthur?" You ask scooting closer, "baby, everything alright?" Shutting his eyes, he slowly shakes his head no. "You know you can talk to me. I'm here for you." Resting your head on his shoulder, you rub his arm.

"That's, that's just it.." he whispers.

"What is?"

He signs deeply before opening his eyes. "You're so good to me, so kind. Even after all the horrible things I've done."

Having gotten your full attention, you straighten up. "What are you saying?" You face him, uncertain by what he's trying to explain.

"I've done some bad shit," his tone is serious, "I guess what I'm saying is I don't.. deserve you."

Taken aback by his words, you couldn't believe he really said that- thought that! "Don't say that-"

"It's true!" He cuts you off, "Y/n, I've hurt people, killed people. Those wall street guys, Murray, people from the jobs, my- look I never told anyone this but- even my adoptive mother." You gasp in surprise, placing your hand over his. Hearing about a parental figure for the first time. "Yeah, that's right. The only woman I killed, was Penny Fleck. See, she was in the hospital. I had found out she adopted me at a young age. I was abused, neglected, lied to.. finding that out I felt so angry. When I went to see her I took a pillow-"

Arthur talked in grim detail about how he suffocated Penny to death. Describing how relieved and happy he felt when she fell lifeless. "Ha, you know she used to call me Happy? I always hated it, how I had to smile through everything." Then he goes on to describing how he also felt after shooting Murray and the guys on the train. Even some guy formally known as Randall- the gruesome stabbing followed by the furious bashing of his head against a wall. You stayed silent the whole time, carefully listening to every recited incident.

"Now do you see me for what I am? I am a monster." He tells you, ashamed. Not from what he's done, but of how you'd react.

"No you're not, not to me."

He can not hold back the fit that surges out. Unable to move, his body clenches up as the hysterical coughs and laughs emerge. Laughing so painfully hard his chest and stomach hurt. This right here, is the worst you've seen his fit take over him. Tears roll down his strained cheeks. He's crying, really bawling, it shatters your heart.

Taking his head in your arms, "that's okay, cry. Let it out. I'm here." Assuring him while he slowly calms.

"I just- I just don't understand," he whispers, "my hands are stained with blood, scarred from murder, yet you trust them- trust me- completely.. Why?" He's confused, you should be repulsed by him, despise him, hate him even for what he's done. You're a beautiful, perfect soul- giving this monster to the world your unconditional care and compassion. Is it out of fear, pity? "Why do you care so deeply for me?"

His words are like stab marks to your chest. Deeming himself unworthy of your affections. Talking terribly, tearing himself down. You choose your words carefully before answering in all honesty. "I don't judge people off of their worst, Arthur. No one in this world is perfect. You.. you're real. Been through so much, guided by your pain and anger, taking a beating from this terrible excuse of a society. But, you're free now. You've been so real, and so good to me." You reply, shedding a few tears of your own. "I'm not here to judge you. Not going to tell you what to do unless you ask for it. I won't tell you how to live your life. I'm here to hold you, comfort you. Just as you've done for me, because I care for you- I find you beautiful. I accept you, all of you. The man underneath the Joker, under all that makeup." You finish, lightly rocking him in your arms.

It's obvious he's never been familiar with this amount of kindness, endless supply of pure affection. Surely he'll question what he's not used to. And it's okay. He has you here- to show him, give him what he's been missing out on. He knows all too well that he can be a handful. A complicated man. He'll have his good days, and he'll have his bad days. It's bound. There's nothing he can do to push the bad out of his life. But, no matter how rough, how gloomy- you will be there with him through it. He's starting to realize. Fully accept it finally. He doesn't have to be unsure anymore.

Releasing your hold on him, he takes your face in his hands. Rubbing his thumb over your soft cheek. He's exhausted, telling by the heavy bags beneath his tired eyes. Giving you a heartfelt kiss, his tongue glides slowly among your own. You caress his jaw, kissing the air out of one another.

Taking a breather, his forehead rests on yours. "Is.. is it too early to tell you I love you?" He whispers deeply, causing you to giggle. Oh, how he adores those little giggles.

"You can tell me anything you're ready to tell me." You laugh.

He squints, "well, um, do you?"

"Do I, love you back?"

He nods against you, thinking maybe he's brought it up too soon. Having only been in a relationship for over two months. Heck, you're not even living together! Yet, here he is already talking about "love."

Rubbing your nose on his, you answer, "I love you." No sign of regret or dishonesty when it rolls off your tongue. You mean it. Getting to know him over time, no issue accepting his flaws. He's only human, after all. Every human has their flaws. You'd undoubtedly give your love to Arthur, in a heartbeat.

"I love you," Arthur smiles. You've become his safe haven, his genuine happiness. Because of you, he feels whole.

Kissing his temple, you nudge him over. "Alright, you should get some rest, come on." Positioning back onto the couch, you invite him in.

He removes the robe, to avoid getting hot and sweaty under the blanket. Wrapping your arms around him, he lays comfortably between your legs. Head settled atop your stomach, his hands make way underneath your thin shirt, caressing your smooth skin.

"Now, you just go ahead and fall asleep baby." You purr massaging his scalp, "I'll stay awake a little longer."

"Okay.. wait y/n, don't you work tomorrow?"

You shrug, "Not a problem. I'll call in sick." With the reassurance, Arthur drifts into a peaceful, much needed sleep. Listening to the beating of your loving heart. His relaxed breathing soon inducing you to join him.

End of part 7. Not gonna lie, I was on the verge of tears writing this up😭 Also, there’s a lovely smut piece coming up next!😆

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Iron Man in a relationship with Tony Stark? Yep.

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Tony Stark/James Rhodes

Warnings: None

Summary: James Rhodes is Iron Man. It makes the secret identity less confusing, and if you asked Tony, he'd say that Jim was better at it anyways. 

Relationship between Tony Stark and Iron Man! the headline proclaimed. The byline read 'Sexual favors to keep the Avengers funded or just sexual harassment from another boss? More on Page 6!’. As with all gossip rags, there was a grainy picture taking up the majority of the front page. Tony's head was tilted up, arms wrapped around the neck of the Iron Man armor as they kissed. Iron Man's face was completely unrecognizable, so he should probably be thankful for small favors. That particular shot did make him look like a comic book heroine though, which-- while accurate-- was annoying. 

Jim thought it was fucking hilarious. He'd bought a copy and brought it to the Tower to show Tony, then proceeded to draw hearts on it with red marker. 

"You're such an asshole," Tony groaned, unsuccessfully trying to steal the paper away. As far as he was concerned, that picture was an embarrassment to his reputation. He was usually much more smooth than throwing himself at someone and hoping for the best. 

"Uh-uh, this is our first kiss, and I want a picture to remember the good times when we're old and decrepit and possibly broken up." 

Tony glared as he sank into a seat at the table. "I could've planned it better if you told me that's what you wanted." 

Jim snorted. "You didn't plan it at all, that's the only reason it happened." 

"Hi Rhodey," Pepper said as she walked in. 

"Hi Pepper, how's it going?" 

"Can I see that?" she asked, motioning to the paper. 

"So long as I get it back." 

He handed it over, and Pepper folded it in half, whacked Tony on the head, then gave it back. "That's for kissing Iron Man where everyone could see! What were you thinking?" 

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"I wasn't," he muttered, rubbing the top of his head even though it didn't hurt. He'd just been kidnapped, and for a while there, he'd thought that Jim had died. It was an emotional ordeal all things considered, and she should be happy that Tony hadn't tried to suck him off right there on the street-- which he had definitely considered. 

"Well I suppose that's better than you thinking this was a good idea and going through with it. That picture is spreading like wildfire, we need to release some sort of statement to try and corral it a little." Not much, because Tony's sex life was always a hot topic for news' sites and this was the juiciest thing to come out of it since the emergence of superheroes, but it was still worth the effort. According to Pepper. Personally, Tony thought they should let it sit and see how wild the theories got so this could become more entertaining than annoying. "Can I trust that you and Iron Man are in a relationship, not just fooling around?" 

"That's a pretty safe assumption," Jim said, still looking amused. 

"Good," she said, relieved. "You probably don't need to hear this Tony, but I'm going to say it anyways. If it doesn't work out, remember that you still have to work with the man? Please? It's going to be impossible to find someone to replace him if he quits, especially since you refuse to tell me who it is." 

"I'll behave," Tony promised. Rhodey-- the asshole-- was hiding his snickers behind his hand which Pepper would have noticed if she thought it was at all important. As far as she was concerned however, Rhodey was still working for the military and that's why he popped in and out without being able to say where he was going or what he'd done. It was a nice set up they had going to protect Iron Man's identity, but in this moment it was a pain in the ass. Or, more accurately, Jim was being a pain in the ass. He shouldn't be enjoying this nearly as much as he was, but he probably figured that he was owed this with all the other bullshit he had to deal with-- Tony was not going to admit that yes, Rhodey did deserve to have a little bit of fun with this because that would be admitting defeat. "And Iron Man wouldn't quit anyways, he likes the suit too much to leave it behind just because I'm a jackass." 

"You're not a jackass, you're a jack-angel," Jim said, then grinned obnoxiously when they both looked at him. "I have a report to finish." He ruffled Tony's hair then walked away. "Bye Pep!" 

*

Jim was in the suit when Steve approached him-- unsurprising since he was pretty sure he'd never even seen Steve without the faceplate in the way. "Hey Iron Man, you got a minute?" 

"For you Cap? Always. What's up?" 

"It's about Mr. Stark." 

Ah fuck. "What did he do now?" Try as he might, Rhodey couldn't actually watch him 24/7. There was a lot of trouble Tony could get into in just twenty minutes, as they'd all seen time and time again. 

Steve frowned. "He didn't do anything. It's about... um, your- relationship." He was blushing now, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks. 

Jim kinda wished that maybe something had happened with Tony, because he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with having this conversation. Cap was going to get all nervous and sputtery about relationships within the team, even worse since Tony was funding them and technically in charge. "What about it?" was what Jim said though, because clearly Steve felt like he had to say something and cutting him off wouldn't help. 

"You don't-" he stopped and chewed on his lip. He took a bracing breath, and there was a tightness to his shoulders that hadn't been there before. He rushed the next sentence out like if he didn't say it quickly, he wouldn't say it at all. "If you feel like you're being forced into this, you can always ask for help. I don't think Mr. Stark would do that, but sometimes you think you know people and then they do horrible things, so I just want you to know that no matter what, the team will always be here to help you out." 

It was laughable that Tony would do anything of the sort, but it was also pretty damn touching that Steve reminded him that he had back-up should he need it. "Thanks Cap," he said, voice coming out soft even through the filters. "It's not necessary but... thanks." 

Steve gave an embarrassed nod and walked away. He got to the doorway before he realized that that wasn't all he'd needed to say. More red-faced than before, he went back to Iron Man. "Do you have that report on the last fight with the Controller? Coulson says yours is still missing." 

"I turned it in like a week ago," Jim said. He knew that for a fact, he'd spent an inordinate amount of time trying to remember all the necessary details, and he'd been so annoyed by the end that he'd sent it three times to make sure they wouldn't lose it. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

"That's strange. It's not like Coulson to lose something." 

"I don't care if he never finds it, I'm not writing it again. I swear, that's a form of torture somewhere." 

"Iron Man, re-" 

"Reports are important, yeah yeah," Jim said, waving him off. "The problem is that I already did it, and I'm not gonna do it again; it was bad enough the first time. I wrote my report and turned it in, I'm not gonna get shit because they lost it somehow. You can call Coulson back up and tell him to look for it in his fucking email because I sent three copies and there's no way he magically lost all of them." 

Steve sighed. "I'll tell him, but Iron Man, if he can't find them, you are going to have to rewrite that report." 

"Make me," he said petulantly, walking away, the boots making it seem like he was stomping. 

*

Molecule Man vanished the suit, and it was clear he was expecting the same moment of shock that everyone else did. Steve completely froze when the shield disappeared, not that anyone was judging him for it. When Jim lost the suit though, he just hauled off and decked Reece in the face. Since Molecule Man had been expecting some hesitation, he was not at all prepared to get punched and went down. Rhodey was not looking forward to seeing him get up, so he hit him a few more times for good measure. 

"Is anybody still suited up?" he asked, endlessly grateful that his comm was in his ear even though it usually processed through the suit for the voice filters. "I could use some cuffs if you've got them." 

"Iron Man?" Wasp asked hesitantly. 

"Yeah. I'm the handsome one standing by the idiot in green." 

"On my way. Gotta say, I was pretty sure you were Tony this whole time." 

"That must have made the kiss pretty weird." 

"A bit," she admitted with a laugh. 

"You okay Iron Man?" Cap asked. 

"I'm fine, the suit's not. Molecule Man can reform objects, right?" 

"He must," Thor said, tone leaving no room for argument. Even if Molecule Man didn't know how to do it, they'd find someone to. Maybe hit up the Professor and see if he had any mutants around with a handy power, since mjolnir wasn't exactly replaceable. 

"I'm sure Fury will strong arm him into giving our stuff back big guy, don't worry." 

"I was not worried," he said, affronted. 

"Uh-huh, sure." 

Jan landed cuffs already out and ready. She raised an eyebrow when she saw him, like she was surprised but thought she shouldn't be. "That makes more sense than I thought it would. So did you and Tony just barely get together or was it revealed to us all with that kiss?" she asked as she snapped the cuffs on Molecule Man. 

"Does it matter?" 

"Aw c'mon, inquiring minds want to know!" 

"You're not a reporter, Jan. Ask Tony if you want to know so bad." 

"I did ask Tony, and he told me that it started several lifetimes ago," she said, rolling her eyes. "I never realized how much of a romantic he is." 

"Then you haven't spent much time around him when he's been in a relationship. Consider yourself lucky."

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 011 [A Hero’s Style]

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〈“It’s the very first breath, When your head’s been drowning underwater, And it’s the lightness in the air when you’re there.” Logic ft. Alessia Cara, “1-800-273-8255″〉

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The door to the nurse’s office slid open and the boy with the messy green hair stepped inside. He was cradling his right hand, the index finger swollen and badly bruised. I sat up on the bed, rising a brow at him. “The fuck happened to you?”

His gaze shot up, a blush covering his freckled cheeks and nose. “A-Ah, it was n-nothing, really!”

My eyes narrowed at him. “Pretty sure a broken finger ain’t ‘nothing’, but okay.”

“W-What about you?” he asked, softly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He refused to meet my gaze. “A-Are you okay, Winchester-san?”

The door slid open again and Granny stepped inside. “Can I help you, deary? What happened?”

He handed her a slip of paper, his green eyes trained on the ground. “I, umm… I got hurt…”

“Well, I can see that.” She brought his hand to her lips and gave it a smooch before having him sit down to wrap it up. He thanked her before swaying out of the room, tiredly. She glanced over at me. “Feeling better?”

“Define ‘better’,” I scoffed, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “I could go for some tacos, if that’s what you mean.”

“That’s the best I could hope for,” she smiled, patting my arm. “You’re free to go.”

I gave her a lazy salute before leaving the room. I stopped off to change back into my uniform before heading back to class. A couple students still lingered inside, turning to look at me when I slid the door open. Didn’t anyone ever teach these brats it’s rude to stare? I scowled, grabbing my bag from my desk before leaving the room.

“Young Jen!” A woosh of air rushed past me before Toshi appeared in front of me, his large hands on my shoulders. “I was looking for you!”

“Well, you found me. And you know where I live, so.”

“Come with me, please!”

It was a bit hard to avoid drawing attention to myself when I was being dragged along by the most attention-grabbing hero in the fucking world. He led me to a small room with a couch and coffee table, where three cups of steaming tea sat. Aizawa was sitting in an armchair with his eyes closed and arms crossed.

“Please have a seat,” Toshi held out his arm toward the couch and I plopped down on the end closest to Aizawa. He sat beside me, angling his large body, which slowly fizzled out to his skeletal form. He coughed a few times before speaking. “Will you tell me what happened today?”

“With the green-haired kid? Yeah, I was wondering about that, too. A broken finger is pretty crazy, huh?”

“Jen,” Aizawa shifted, giving me a pointed look.

I shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t fucking know. One minute I was fine, the next I’m being subdued by Magic Eraser over here.”

Toshi put his hand on my knee, giving me a kind look. “You know you don’t have to keep secrets from us. You can be honest, you can trust us, we won’t judge you. We just want to help you.”

I clicked my tongue, lifting my leg to rest my ankle on my knee to remove his hand. “That’s pretty unfair, Toshi, when you have so many secrets of your own. Trust you? That’s rich considering you won’t even trust me.”

“What are you talking about, Young J -”

“You know a shit ton more about my dear old mum than you’re willing to tell, aye?” I forced a smile, standing up and shoving my hands in my pockets. “Probably about me, too. And this damned quirk. But that’s fine. I really don’t remember anything that happened so can I go now?”

The two of them exchanged a look.

“This isn’t over,” Aizawa responded, but his voice was softer than it had been earlier.

“Sure, sure.” I waved at them over my shoulder before closing the door behind me.

As I walked home, my phone started to buzz in my pocket as a new message came through. Another a few minutes later. And another. My eye twitched, already annoyed. I swear to god if Murder is spamming me again… but I knew it could only be him. I only have three contacts in my phone – Aizawa never texts me and I knew Toshi would be giving me some space for a while before trying to talk things out.

At that moment, I was overcome by a loneliness fiercer than I had ever felt before.

‘Oi, extra’

‘Dont ignore me’

‘I want a rematch’

The hell is this kid on about now? I replied, ‘U won last time bro…’

‘Its not a win unless i destroy u completely!’

I rubbed the back of my neck, ‘Im really not in the mood for this’

‘Che what crawled up ur ass and died?’

I hesitated, stopping to look up at the sky. The blue was replaced by hues of orange and red as the sun sunk low on the horizon. We’ve only talked a few times, but I felt… a bond with Murder and, right now, he’s the closest thing to a friend that I’ve got. ‘Hey… I wanna tell u somethin’

‘Oh god i dont want ur nudes’

This fuckin’ brat… ‘I said tell not show dumbass’

‘The fuckd u just call me bitch?!’

I slid my key into the lock, stepping into the silent apartment. I kicked my shoes off, pushing them against the wall so Toshi wouldn’t trip when he finally returned home. Falling onto the couch, another message came through.

‘Well r u gonna tell me or nah’

I smiled, sadly and began to tell him my story. I told him about how I got here and about the shadow man with his weird-ass warp quirk, about Gramps and how my mother was apparently a hero. I left out names and key details, of course, but I told him mostly everything that had happened over the past year. He would chime in with some smart ass remark every now and then, but I ignored them and continued to pour my heart out to this guy I had only just met a few days ago.

It felt so goddamn nice to get everything off my chest. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

That night, I slept better than I had since I arrived here.

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“I am… HERE!” The door to class 1-A slammed open and Toshi leaned into the room, standing on his tiptoes and holding the outside of the doorframe. “Coming through the door like a hero!”

If that’s how heroes make an entrance, count me out. It seemed to impress the other students, though, as a murmur of excitement filled the room. God, these kids are too easily amused.

“I can’t believe it’s really All Might!”

“So he is a teacher! This year is going to be totally awesome!”

“Hey look, is he wearing his silver age costume?”

“I’m getting goosebumps, it’s so retro!”

I fell onto my desk with a sigh. It’s like a bunch of little kids meeting Santa at the mall. I guess I could kind of understand it if he had powers but they didn’t, but they do. They’re no different from him, they’re just younger. I was thankful to be sitting behind Big Boobs – between her tall frame and gravity-defying hair, I was completely hidden from Toshi’s line of sight. We hadn’t talked since yesterday. I was asleep by the time he came home, and he was gone before I woke up.

“Welcome to the most important class at U.A. High – think of it was heroing 101!”

I don’t think ‘heroing’ is a word. Or is it? Scratching my cheek, I pulled out my phone, hiding it under my desk as I typed the word into the Goggle. Oh my god, the first result that comes up says the word ‘heroing’ means the opposite of being a hero! There’s also a mention of something about heroines. I scoff, earning a glare from the Peppermint that sits beside Big Boobs.

“Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro! And what it means to fight in the name of good. Let’s get into it! Today’s lesson, we’ll pull no punches!” He held out a card that said ‘battle’ in large, bold letters.

“Fight training!”

“But one of the keys of being a hero is~” Toshi pointed to the left wall as thin shelves emerged from it, holding numbered cases. “Looking good! There were designed for you based on your quirk registration forms and the request you sent in before school started. Get yourself suited up and then meet me at training ground beta!”

“Yes, sir!”

I waited until he left the room before standing up and grabbing case number twenty-one, following the throng of students as they rushed to the locker rooms to get changed. I went to the back of the room, hoping to avoid the other girls before sliding my shirt off.

“Woah, you have a tattoo? That’s so cool!”

I glanced over at the Punk Girl, earphone jacks hanging from her ear lobes. I grunted in response, turning my back to her. She muttered something about being rude before walking away from me. I glanced over my ‘costume’ before grunting in approval. Honestly, I had expected them to fuck it up, especially since Midnight didn’t approve of it, but I was surprised that they had kept it just as specified.

Black, steel-toe combat boots accompanying black baggy cargo pants with plenty of pockets for knives. A black belt with a silver skull buckle. A white wife beater, over which was a white overshirt, the sleeves stopping just past my elbows. I glanced in the mirror, putting my pendant under the tanktop before tucking the front of it behind the belt buckle. Damn, I really like this look.

I stepped out of the locker room ahead of most of the girls, seeing a few guys leaning against the wall outside, waiting. Fumi was among them, dressed in a black cloak that completely covered his body. He glanced at me when I approached, red eyes scanning my body.

“You look nice, Winchester-san.” He said, politely.

I chuckled. “You can use my first name, it’s easier. And you don’t look so bad yourself, Fumi.”

“Fumi?” he mused, following in step beside me as we headed down the hall.

“Don’t like it?” I asked, glancing at him.

“I don’t particularly mind,”

I hummed.

As the group reached the end of the long hallway, I could hear Toshi’s booming voice before I saw him.

“They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen. And behold – you are the proof! Take this to heart, from now on, you are all heroes in training!” His shadowed eyes scanned the crowd. “This is getting me all revved up! You look so cool! Now, shall we get started, you bunch of newbies?”

My eye twitched. Who the fuck is he callin’ a ‘newbie’? Didn’t that insult die like five years ago? We’ve talked about this, man, don’t try to be hip, you’re just gonna embarrass yourself, bro. I sighed, shaking my head. This is gonna be a long-ass day.

Footsteps came from the tunnel and I glanced over my shoulder. Is that… a green bunny? No, no, no, there’s something familiar about that costume, but what is it? Ugh, this is gonna bug me.

“Now that you’re ready, it’s time for combat training!”

“Sir!” Prep was encased in a suit of armor. “This is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean we will be conducting urban battles again?”

“Not quite!” Toshi held up two fingers and at first, I thought he was flashing us the peace sign. “I’m going to move you two steps ahead! Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly evil-doers take place indoors. Think about it! Backroom deals. Home invasions. Secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows. For this training exercise, you’ll be split into teams of good guys and bad guys, and fight two on two indoor battles!”

Good guys and bad guys? That’s such a gray area, ain’t it? I leaned my arm on Fumi’s shoulder, scratching my cheek. Is anyone truly ‘good’ or ‘bad’, really?

“Isn’t this a little advanced?” Frog-girl asked.

“The best training is what you get on the battlefield! But, remember, you can’t just punch a robot this time. You’re dealing with actual people now.”

Actual people, huh? Should I avoid using my quirk? If I lose control again, there’s no Aizawa around to stop me. Someone could get seriously hurt or… I shook my head. Come on, don’t think that way. Just take a deep breath, you got this.

“Sir, will you be the one deciding who wins?” Probably.

“How much can we hurt the other team?” How villainous.

“Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled liked earlier?” No, ’cause Toshi ain’t Aizawa.

“Will you be splitting us up based on chance or comparative skill?” Should be obvious it’s gonna be random.

“Isn’t this cape pre chic?” What the fuck is wrong with you, French Fry?

I sweatdropped. These guys are really fucking nuts, aren’t they?

Toshi held his head back, his voice strangled. “I wasn’t finished talking…” He reached into his costume, which I didn’t know had pockets, and pulled out a small notebook about the size of his palm, flipping it open as he held each side with one hand. “Listen up!”

Oh my fucking god, he wrote a script for this? “This class is a hot fucking mess…”

“The situation is this: The villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys either have to catch the evildoers or recover the weapon. Likewise, the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes. Time is limited and we’ll choose teams by drawing lots!” He held up a bright, yellow box.

“Isn’t there a better way?” Prep asked.

“Think about it,” Green Bunny responded from beside him, holding up a gloved finger. “Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot. So maybe that’s the reason we’re seeing that here!”

“Yes, I see. Life is a random series of events… Excuse my rudeness!”

I should really learn these guy’s names, but how can I do that without actually having to interact with them? I wonder if Aizawa or Tosh would let me see the student files… that seems pretty doubtful. Plus, Tosh hasn’t looked at me once so he’s probably still upset with me.

“No sweat! Let’s draw!”

Yup, this is definitely going to be a long-ass fucking day.

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Glorified G- Chapter 17

A/N I’m really sorry but the case in the next few chapters is pretty grim, I’ll try to keep the gore to a minimum, this is just a heads up. I hope you enjoy- feel free to ask me anything :)

The following morning Joanne awoke to an unfamiliar warmth and the strange feeling of a strong arm around her waist, she thought back to last night for a moment remembering her and Eddie deciding on sharing the bed, she blushed and tried to wriggle out of his embrace, but as she moved his arm tightened around her and she felt his head nuzzle into her shoulder she turned her head to look and saw the curly mass of hair belonging to Eddie. She yawned and stretched her legs out, she lightly took Eddie’s hand and removed it from around her, she looked at her clock - shit she was gonna be late for work - She quickly got dressed for work throwing her hair in a ponytail, she grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a note for Eddie:

Morning Ed,

Sorry to have disappeared on you, I woke up late for work and you looked really peaceful and I didn’t want to disturb you. Feel free to help yourself to food and drinks, thank you for last night, and for being you. I’ll see you later, don’t feel like you need to rush out, make yourself at home. Here’s a key to lock up.

See you :)

She grabbed her gun and badge and drove as quick as was possible to get to the office. When she got to the office she was quick to immerse herself in work, a couple of tourists had disappeared and were last seen by a bus driver who had seen them with another couple a week ago. Joanne read over the files when her desk phone rang,

“Agent Taylor,” She answered,

“Hello, I’m a dispatcher and I’ve got a robbery in progress, your office is the closest to it so can I ask you and a few other agents to go to it. It’s a block south, the police will be too late so I need you to get there asap.” The dispatcher told her the location, and the details so Joanne, Eleanor and one other agent who she believed was called Aaron made their way to the shop. Upon arrival, the group spotted a couple, armed with guns and knives. Joanne sighed, Eleanor stepped out of the vehicle first and pointed her gun at the pair,

“FBI. Drop your weapons and put your hands on your head.” Surprisingly the couple complied and dropped their guns and turned around with their hands raised, Joanne and Aaron rushed forward and placed the handcuffs on the two, Joanne read them their Miranda rights. The couple were taken into custody and questioning when Joanne was questioning the wife she noticed she had a ring around her neck on a chain,

“That’s a lovely ring, where did you get it?” They wife twiddled the ring in between her fingers,

“I got it from a friend,” Joanne nodded, “so what do you want from me?” Joanne was slightly taken aback by the woman’s bluntness,

“Well Erika, you have been arrested for armed robbery, and we have a witness that saw you with a couple who are now missing- So I was wondering if you could help us, do you recognise these two people?” Joanne asked pushing the photographs of Joshua Ford and Geney Crutchley forwards, Erika glanced at them and Joanne noticed the fear that registered when she saw Geney’s left hand, the ring that was around Erika’s neck had been on Geney’s ring finger,

“Can’t say I know em’.” She said, Joanne gave her a smile before replying,

“So if you don’t know the couple you won’t mind that we have a warrant to search your hotel room, if you co-operate now we can get you a reduced sentence should foul play have occurred.” Joanne watched as Erika pondered it for a few moments,

“You can’t search our room, you don’t have any reason to suspect us for anything.” She said with a hint of cockiness in her voice,

“Well you see Erika, we have reason to suspect you. The ring you are wearing on your necklace is exactly the same as the ring on Geney’s hand, see the dragon that goes around the ring, I looked into it- it’s a one of a kind design.” She bluffed, but she knew could read Erika like a book, if she played into Erika’s fear of being caught she could get Erika to turn on Benjamin, her husband who was being interviewed next door by Eleanor.

The search warrant for the hotel room was quickly granted, and a group of agents went to search the hotel room- Eleanor and Joanne were ordered to stay with the suspects in the interview rooms and feedback to the search team with any useful information, the team called Joanne informing her that there were polaroids of the couples together and that there was one polaroid of Erika with a dragon tattoo on her abdomen, and there were bullet holes in the walls,

“So Erika, the team have found some pretty damning evidence in your hotel room, forensics are working on analysing some bullet holes in the walls of the bathroom, do you know anything about that? If you can tell us and help the judge will give you a shorter sentence.” The forensic team were analysing the bullet holes, and they had found a slug in the wall, which could be compared to the guns that the couple had during their armed robbery. Joanne just had to try and get a confession or a hint as to the location of the missing couple, she had been optimistic that the couple were still alive, however now there had been bullet holes in the walls the chances of a positive outcome had been dramatically reduced.

Hours passed in the interview room and Joanne was losing her patience, she had played on Erika’s fear but the woman was loyal to her husband. She had shed her blazer and re-tied her hair several times, she wanted to go home and curl up into a ball this case was exhausting. She had taken a break from interviewing Erika to let her sweat it out for a few moments, just as she was finishing her mug of coffee her desk phone rang, she jumped at it,

“Taylor!” She answered a little too enthusiastically,

“Hi, it’s Meg from forensics- the bullet found in the wall match Erika’s pistol, and the other holes in the walls match the shape and size of the slugs from Erika’s gun. Currently, my team and I are using UV lighting and scanning the rooms from top to bottom, if Geney and Joshua were here, we will know.” Joanne smiled, thankful for something she could use against Erika,

“Thank you, Meg, keep me updated.” She hung up and returned to the interview room disguising the smug grin she had, taking her seat she glanced at Erika and noticed her tapping her fingers on the metal table, she was bored. Joanne couldn’t believe that the woman sitting across from her was bored.

“Erika. We know you fired your gun in the hotel room, forensics are looking for blood now- and when they find it you will go away for life, you need to tell me what you know about Joshua Ford and Martha-  I mean Geney Crutchley.” Geney was Martha’s nickname so if Erika knew her she knew her by Geney. “Benjamin is in the next room with my colleague and he is this close-” Joanne said holding her fingers extremely close together, “to pinning everything that went down on you. He said the robbery was your idea- is that true?” Erika began shaking her head,

“You’re lying! He wouldn’t! He made me do the robbery!” She ran a hand through her hair, Joanne nodded to her and told her to explain everything, finally she caved, “He dismembered them, and we took their bodies to Oregon and dumped them in several garbage cans around the state- you won’t be able to find them now- It’s too late. I want my lawyer now.” Joanne felt a chill run down her spine, she checked her watch and left the interview room to gain some composure- how can people be so brutal, a motiveless crime- the couples didn’t know each other, she could hardly begin to imagine the horrors that happened in that hotel room- she began to dread the forensic report.

She got herself a glass of water and began heading back to the room when the director called her and told her to stand down, there wasn’t more they could do- Oregon had officers searching in bins and at garbage disposal sites, forensics wouldn’t get back to them until the morning and Erika refused to talk without a lawyer, Benjamin was also demanding a lawyer- however it was getting late and they were allowed to be held in custody for thirty-six hours before being charged with murder, which would give the team time to gather evidence- but for now they all needed to go home and rest and come back tomorrow ready to work.

Joanne got in her car and began searching in her bag for her house keys,

“Where the everloving fuck are the little shits!” The case had stressed her out and she could not be bothered to deal with missing keys too, she decided to drive home and see if she had left them in the door when she locked up this morning, as she drove she remembered giving them to Eddie- she relaxed before realising she didn’t know where he lived to get them back, “Shitty little shits!” She cursed, she pulled up outside her apartment and pulled out her mobile before looking up and seeing her kitchen light was on, in a moment of panic she thought that Eddie must’ve left them under something and some petty thief found them and decided to clear her apartment, without thinking she got out of the car her bag was on her shoulder- handcuffs inside, she tapped her gun which was on her left hip- a subconscious habit she had developed since being forced to carry a gun, tapping to make sure it was there was a way to draw it quicker should she need to. Silently she made her way towards the door, she moved quickly up the stairs- careful to keep close to the wall to keep an element of surprise for the unknown subject or unsub. Joanne drew her gun as she heard some clattering in her apartment, as she approached the door she paused listening to hear how many people were inside she could hear one pair of feet, and possibly four different voices, shit five against one - calm, calm, you are armed- fuck they could be too- call it in? No, it’d take too long for backup- grow a pair and go in! You are trained, they are most likely not- Okay Jo you can do this. She twisted the black doorknob slowly, the door was unlocked, slowly she edged the door open peeping her head through to see the unsubs, they weren’t in sight- Fuck it would be harder to sneak in without knowing their location. Quickly Joanne crouched down and snuck into her apartment, she heard footsteps and without thinking she sprung into action, standing straight with her gun aimed.

“FBI. Freeze.” She ordered, the person in front of her wore a black baseball cap and a corduroy jacket, slowly they turned around, “put your hands where I can see them.” The person raised their hands, when Joanne got a look at their face she holstered her gun and relaxed, “Jesus fucking Christ on a crutch! Eddie what the fuck- I literally shit myself!” Eddie looked to the floor sheepishly,

“Sorry- I should’a called to let you know I’d still be here, I mean I haven’t been here all day- the guys and I went to the studio for a bit then I decided we should come back here for a bit because I didn’t wanna leave the key somewhere outside, I’m so sorry Jo- are you okay?” He explained, after hearing the commotion the other four had appeared in the kitchen, Joanne didn’t know how long they had been stood there,

“Fuck me that was intense, I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of you, Jo.” Stone remarked, Joanne shrugged it off before replying to Eddie,

“It’s okay don’t worry- have you guys eaten? I can make something really quick. I’m okay knowing my house wasn’t robbed, but I’m not okay about the case I’m working- It’s fucking bad.” The guys all said they hadn’t eaten so Joanne began making a lasagne- her grandma’s recipe of course, everyone returned the living room while Eddie remained in the kitchen offering to help cook, “Eddie, I’ve got this just sit down or join the others- trust me I’m not gonna burn the house down.” She laughed, “Oh and thank you for yesterday, I appreciate it.” Eddie didn’t reply so she turned to look at him, he didn’t speak for a few moments,

“Jo, you have like a superpower because of your job, you can tell when I’m not okay and whether I like it or not I can’t hide my emotions from you, so when you didn’t answer your phone I knew something was wrong- and I um, didn’t want you to feel like there wasn’t someone there for you. Because I am here for you no matter what, remember when I said you can vent about work, you can. So if it’s been bad, talk to me- nothing’s worse than bottling shit up.” She didn’t reply, instead the two made eye contact, everything she didn’t say was said in that stare- Eddie’s blue eyes were met by her warm green ones and in the moment he stared into them he noticed that they had a few specks of brown, like freckles, in amongst the green- he knew she was thanking him before she turned back to the sauce she was making for the lasagne.

The six managed to squeeze around Joanne’s small dining table that was designed for four, maybe five at a push. The lasagne was incredible and it caused Mike to question whether she was part Italian, they had moved into the living room where there wasn’t enough room on the sofa for all six so Joanne had ended up grabbing a dining chair and placing it next to the sofa, Eddie had insisted on letting her take the sofa- which she reluctantly did, she didn’t think she could bear to sit on another uncomfortable chair after spending practically all day in an interview room on a hard, heavy, wooden chair. After hours of random chat the guys decided to leave, Joanne was going to do the dishes and head to bed, Eddie had offered to stay behind to help her tidy up- normally she would’ve refused, but she was so exhausted and wouldn’t have time in the morning to do it that she accepted his help.

Once the washing was done and the apartment was tidy again Eddie put his jacket on and headed to the door,

“Thank you again, Eddie, for everything.” Joanne said as he pulled her into a quick hug, once they stepped apart they found themselves staring at each other for a few moments, Joanne found herself looking at Eddie’s lips- she quickly averted her gaze to his eyes only to see they were staring at her lips, she let out a yawn and took a step back, “Well goodnight Eddie, I think I could fall asleep standing up if I’m honest with you- I’ll see ya at some point.” She smiled, he returned the grin,

“G’night, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

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A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader)

(The GIF of the wolf is intended to represent Aera when she transforms. I admittedly do not possess the ability at this current juncture to even fathom what godly wolf form Park Jimin would take on.)

Hello guys! So, here's the fanfic that I've been working on in tandem with 'Risen from the Ashes'. If you guys have yet to check it out, I would certainly appreciate it if you did. If not, that's cool too. Without further wordiness from me, here are details of the story:

Pairing: Aera x Jimin (though it can totally be taken as a Reader x Jimin. Just replace her name with whatever you'd like to be addressed as, as her name is very seldom used)

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut to come in later chapters)

Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)

Characters: Aera (or reader if you like) and, of course, BTS. Aera'a brother Jung (though this could also be replaced with whatever name you fancy)

Word Count: 4,516

Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.

The testosterone characteristic of authority wafted through the air. "You cannot be serious?!," I directed at my brother whom had just given the order. "I am. I'm the Alpha. My word is law," he replied coldly. "You're only Alpha because dad trusted you more than you deserved! I refuse to let you reduce me to a bargaining chip in your quest for glory. Especially when I already know it isn't exactly going to be a success story!," I reply with a growl. "Unless you, the weakling that you are, desire to challenge the Alpha, you must comply. My supporters in the pack greatly outnumber yours. You know it's just not okay for a female to lead the pack," my brother cut back still lacking any hint of emotion or sympathy.

"You know, mother would be so ashamed. You're still so traditional, just like dad. Get over yourself. I'm not letting you sign me over as someone else's bitch just so you can make an alliance with another pack," I protested with a flash of my teeth, knowing full well these were all characteristic of a challenging body language. The Alpha was never to be opposed, or so my dad used to say. Though raised to have great respect for those occupying the Alpha position of any pack, I refused to venerate or obey my brother's orders. He hadn't considered anyone other than himself in their formation.

"You speak as though you are never going to be submitted to a mate. I'm mearly expediting the process. I know that your mate is somewhere in that pack," he answered calmly. It took every ounce of me not to shift. A shift would announce total defiance and lead in a fight to the death. As much as I hated my brother for everything that he'd done, I didn't want to kill him and I wasn't exactly keen on the concept of dying. "Bull shit! Don't get all high and mighty! No one could know that! Hell I won't even know it until it hits me in the face. You aren't some great leader like you'd have everyone believe! You're a cowardly mutt trembling in the shadow that is our father, you know, the one you killed when his back was turned," I snarled. I felt claws elongate where my human nails had once been. I inhaled, trying even harder to keep my feelings in check. That was another matter I wouldn't air in front of the rest of the pack. They'd all revolt and kill both of us if they knew the truth of the evil that my brother had committed. Sure, in the animal world, that was perfectly normal, but werewolves weren't all animal. We possessed a certain degree of civility that made it completely unokay to kill someone when their back was turned.

"I could honestly care less about anything you have to say. You've always been sheltered by that bitch we used to call a mother and that weakling we called dad. He could only see a fourth of my ideals. No where near enough to make him the leader our pack needed. That leader is me. Now, I suggest you put the only three valuable lessons he ever taught us to work: 1) Female werewolves are always to be respectful, polite, and subdued in the presence of a male werewolf, 2) All Alphas are to be universally respected and acknowledged, and 3) Female werewolves must submit fully to their mates. No questions, no exceptions. You live to serve HIM. Bangtan will be here soon," my brother commanded with finality.

"The only problem with your logic is that I've always had trouble following dad's sexist logic. Especially in this era of human civilization where women are given more than in the past, allowed to strive for more, allowed to fight what is unjust. If I can have a voice in my human skin, I will have a voice in my wolven fur! You think that this forced mating is going to bring you any benefit? You'll be lucky if I don't wind up making sure that it kills you! Enjoy the rest of the short time you have left in the sun because, as long as I draw breathe, you will not remain Alpha long," I finished flashing the blue glow of my Irises before retracting my claws and canines.

Before I could verbally lash at him any further, an unfamiliar scent wafted with the blow of the wind. On further inspection it was not just one new scent, but seven. Bangtan had arrived. One of the scents sent a jolt of electricity throughout my body and I felt my Irises flash painfully to a shade of pink. Fuck! I refused to believe that my brother was even remotely closed to right. I shielded my eyes with my hand hoping that no one else had noticed. "Welcome, Bangtan! I'm so glad you could join us today. I respect that you trust us enough to arrive in your human forms just as we have elected to receive you," my brother addressed the seven approaching individuals. "I am Namjoon, the leader of Bangtan. We have chosen to show up this way in order to show respect for the sacrifice that you are making today. Please make no mistake in believing that we possess any level of trust for you yet. Today will determine such. This is merely a showing in hope of a positive alliance to come," their Alpha answered as his eyes briefly flashed red. The symbol of the declaration of an Alpha, something to be respected even if I absolutely hated everything about this situation.

I hid myself in the cluster of my pack, the very pack which was to abandon me in a matter of minutes at the request of my own brother. Not that I could really call him that after everything though. Namjoon suddenly tilted his head in observation. "There's been a shift in my pack. She's here," Namjoon observed aloud. Shit.

The pain racking my body was getting more intense by the second as I was resisting the pull coming from an unknown exact location. The flashing of my Irises was growing more intense judging by the increased burning. My body was hot. It burned. My bones ached under the pressure and splinters bursted at my sides. Someone out of the seven had noticed the bond and was pulling at it. As much as it fucking sucked, my mate was one of the seven and I couldn't resist much longer. He would undoubtedly try to symbolically submit me soon. "Let us commence with the ceremony then. As is traditional, both packs must let it play out how it does. The male must submit the female without help in acknowledging who she is. The two will remain in human form until the commencement of the symbolic submission," my brother declared as his own eyes flashed red. Namjoon appeared to second the opinion as he uttered the word, "Begin" with a red flash in his own eyes.

I tried to turn my body and walk in the opposite direction of the seven, but the pain splitting through my body glued me in place. I gritted my teeth and felt my canines begin to extend from my gums. The bond was strong if it was already forcing my transition. "You're here. Your scent is driving me crazy," a voice shouted out. "Every fiber of me screams to turn," the voice continued as it got closer. His scent intensified in my nose and consumed my senses. Pain in my shoulder forced me to lower the hand covering my eyes and my eyes, now violently radiating a hot pink, became visible. That's when I locked eyes with him and my entire body violently shook. Though not tall, he was muscular and possessed a strong jawline. His hair was jet black. The muscle shirt he was wearing drew attention to his toned arms and his tight jeans hugged, what were becoming, his irresistible thighs. As his scent magnified with his approach, his features became more and more attractive. By now, he too had noticed me and was smirking wickedly, his animalistic nature taking over.

The pain intensified to an unbearable degree and my transformation furthered as claws erupted from my hands and feet. I was losing control over the change and losing even further control over resisting the bond he was tugging so hardly on. As he finally stood directly in front of me, I couldn't look him in the eye and my canines erupted fully from the roof of my mouth. I emitted a low growl, to which he chuckled and snarled back, his own canines now visible.

"I, Park Jimin, claim you as mine. From this day forward, you are my mate, you will bear my children, and I will do with you what I please," he challenged as he began to accelerate his transformation, the symbolic submission looming. "That is if you can submit me. If not, I, Min Aera, walk free, never again to be bothered by your claim," I returned my own challenge accelerating my own shift to finally ease the pain racking my entire body.

He let out a howl that reverberated throughout the entirety of the woods. My own howl followed. His sole goal following that howl was to firmly grip my neck in his mouth, force me to whimper and bow my head in submission. He had to make me stop resisting. I lunged at his legs, biting firmly when I met fur and flesh. He snarled menacingly. I darted quickly to his hind quarters and bit down on his right hind leg. He snarled menacingly again and moved with a speed I thought impossible. Within seconds, he was biting down on my throat and crushing my wind pipe. I let out a whimper and bowed my head in defeat. I was claimed by Park Jimin. My body shifted of its own accord following my defeat. I laid on the ground naked and defeated. Jimin shifted back just as quickly grabbing a blanket extended towards him by one of his pack members. He covered me with it. "As defeated as you are, you're mine and no one else is ever going to have the privilege to gaze on your naked body like I will," he said bending down to brush my hair out of my face. With me covered, Jimin went to retrieve a change of clothes from Namjoon and proceeded to clothe his naked form. A form that I could not take in because of the weakness that consumed my body forcing my eyes closed.  His pack had thought of everything, had been considerate, had been sympathetic to his plight. It wouldn't surprise me if Namjoon had in his possession a change of clothes for every member. Meanwhile, my pack had nothing for me and only looked on my shivering form. No sympathy, no consideration, only cold abandonment could be found in their eyes.  

I tried to lift my weakened frame off of the ground only to come crashing back down to the ground. My body was effectively done. Jimin returned and crouched down beside me. "Don't struggle," he commanded as he lifted my form from the Earth. He carried me over to where the other six members were standing. "Welcome to our pack. Trust that I will ensure that you are taken care of just as the other six members of my pack are," Namjoon spoke up. I took the little remaining energy I had to bow my head to him. At least it was evident he cared a little.

"Can I trust this seals the alliance?," my brother spoke up. "I suppose you can Min Jung, but do know that if your pack is ever to harm any of mine, including your sister, the deal is off.  She will not ever return to your pack and her loyalty lies with us so don't try to sway her either. Do not enter our territory without express permission from myself or my Beta, Yoongi," he says gesturing to his right. A pale individual with green hair is standing beside him and smirks slightly at the utterance of his name. With those final warnings uttered, Namjoon turns to leave, his pack falling in line behind him.

The walk remains silent, my body steadily bumping against Jimin's as he carries me. When we are out of ear shot, Namjoon speaks. "Whew! I hate being so serious like that. You okay Aera?," he asks turning to me. My alarm must have registered on my face at his sudden transition from authoritative to, well, sorta fluffy. "I'm not really like that at all. None of us are. It's really more of an appearance we put on for more traditional packs like yours," he says shooting me a smile. His smile makes me relax a bit in Jimin's arms. I'd been too preoccupied with fear about where I would fall in this new pack to take in the feel of Jimin's arms around me.

Now more relaxed, I felt like practically melting into them. I felt more secure than I had felt since the death of my parents. It was strange and it scared me a bit. This whole mate stuff was new to me and I had no idea how it was going to pan out. "There see. You're way cuter when you relax," Jimin said looking down at me and chuckling. My cheeks flushed. Embarrassed and intimidated by the intensity of both his stare and my growing desire to be even closer to him, I spoke up.

"I'm recovered enough to walk now," I offered squirming a little. "I don't mind carrying you," he replied without hesitation. I squirmed a little more. "No really. Can I walk?," I asked. He nodded and crouched to set me down. I pulled the blanket tighter around my frame as my feet met the ground.

"Oh, Jungkook is carrying your things. Apparently your brother preemptively packed them up for you. Would you like to change? I can promise all but Jimin will look away. I really can't control what he does when it comes to you, as much as I would like to help," Namjoon offered. I nodded, hoping to get out of this blanket and not feel as vulnerable or naked. Namjoon motioned to Jungkook, who brought over my things.

I pulled a pair of black skinny jeans with rips up the thigh, a black thong, a white push up bra, and a lacy white crop top from the suitcase. I pulled on a pair of white no shoe socks and slid on a pair of white Vans. Closing the suitcase, I grabbed a hair time and tied my long black hair up in a pony tail.  Now dressed as I pleased, I breathed out a sigh of relief. "All done," Jimin hollered to the rest of the boys and they all turned back to face me. My cheeks flushed crimson. I'd been so excited to finally get clothed that I forgot Jimin had been watching me.

The object causing the crimson dust to appear approached me. "Nice body," he said with a wink teasing me. "I'll explain how we work so you can fit in as soon as possible," Namjoon started drawing my attention and preventing the somewhat biting comment I had for Jimin. "I am of course the Alpha. Yoongi is the Beta. Beyond that we don't really have a hierarchy as I don't really feel the need to berate or relegate any of my pack members to an omega position. Past Yoongi and myself, the rest of the pack is pretty equal with respect given to age. Jungkook is our youngest and I expect you to address him just as everyone else does. You don't really need to pay him any special kind of respect. Taehyung is next youngest, but is only slightly younger than Jimin. You may need some respect there, but not as much as you'll need towards Jimin not only for his age but also for his relation to you. I will allow him to police that fairly hard. Next is J-Hope, he's older than you even though it may not ever seem like it. Of course respect is due there. Then, there's Yoongi, of course, as he's my Beta, you'll need to have respect there. Then myself, you already know how that one goes though because I'm the Alpha. The eldest is Jin. I would remind you to respect him, but you should have no trouble with that. He's easily likable. While my word is final, I do take suggestions from the pack. Also, in case you've been living under a rock, we're sort of always traveling because we're a famous band," Namjoon finished trying to scoot past the last sentence like it was nothing. "Hold up! What?," I spoke up. Apparently I'd been living under a rock. "Yes we are Bangtan Sonyeondan. Better known as BTS," Namjoon answered. I'd never heard of them. Clearly, I didn't get out much, even in human form. "Wait, how do you even juggle both? I haven't ever strayed far from the reserve that my pack stayed on," I asked curious. Their lifestyle was something completely different from everything I had ever known.

"Like I said, we aren't exactly traditional. I won't explain us much further. You'll kinda just have to figure out. Just watch out when the more animalistic, traditional nature comes out. As it's more suppressed, it tends to come on stronger," Namjoon cautioned. His words of caution began to mold a fear within me. It wasn't like I wasn't used to traditional ways of thinking. I'd been around it my entire life and it always manifested in varying levels of severity, but the way Namjoon said it, gave the impression that even the most severe experiences I'd had with my traditional pack would be overshadowed or even bested by their traditional manifestations. Eager to hide my growing anxiety and prevent the characteristic pheromone of anxiety from escaping my body, I offered a change of topic.

"So, could you tell me more about Bangtan? I've never heard of it. My pack was never really into listening to modern music. Or any music for that matter. My dad sorta wanted us cut off from the rest of the world," I both explained and inquired. "Well, it's not exactly easy for us all the time, but we love our fans. We must always keep our aggression in check as you know that facilitates a transformation faster than any other emotion. Other than that, it's about suppressing the more animalistic urges whenever we are in the face of the public. We've sort of adopted the minority approach when it comes to integrating with human society in that we've assimilated. We rarely undergo transformation save the necessary times of the full moon and the blood moon and any eclipses that might occur. We don't hunt often and generally consume meals which are still high in the necessary protein but also still socially acceptable. The few times that we do hunt are during blood and full moons. As you know, these moons peak transformative sensitivity and aggression. We use hunting to channel these emotions and normally shift to hunt on each night a full or blood moon is present. This assimilation aids in reworking instinct enough so that the public isn't able to cue in on what we are. It promotes control so that this lifestyle is possible for us," Namjoon explained in great detail.

I nodded with each of his points realizing almost instantly that I preferred the way his pack worked to the way my own pack had worked. Though a preferred lifestyle, it wasn't what I was used to. A complete one-eighty actually and I wasn't sure if I was going to adapt well. Having been given a sufficient amount of information on their pack for one sitting, I decided that I'd inquire specifically about the music. Something about Namjoon made me comfortable enough to ask all that I wished to know.

"What about like what you guys do as a band?," I asked. "I can answer that," Jimin spoke up quickly, perhaps jealous at my conversing with Namjoon. "Taehyung, Jin, Jungkook, and I are the vocal line. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok (better known as J-Hope) make up the rap line. J-Hope, Jungkook, and myself are undoubtedly the best dancers," he said his confidence appearing to rise with the last sentence. I nodded my head. I wasn't entirely sure what all music comprised being that I had been away from it basically all of my life, but he seemed passionate about it. For some reason, that made me want to be passionate about it. I caught myself before expressing such as I was still somewhat fighting the insane strength that was our mating bond. Jimin seemed to sense this as he rotated his head slightly to the right in confusion. "We'll have to let you listen to our stuff when we get back to the dorm," the boy they'd been addressing as J-Hope spoke up. He sent a smile my way. A smile I literally couldn't help but to return. It went against every fiber of me not to.

"Yah! You don't smile at me! You should smile at me the most," Jimin shouted out at me in slight agitation. I don't know why, but my body reacted instantly by slouching and bowing my head in a submissive position. Completely uncharacteristic of my normal reaction, I attributed it to the bond again and shook it off within a few seconds hoping no one had noticed. It was undoubtably certain that Jimin had noticed. Given the looks I was receiving from the rest of the pack, it was apparent that I had secreted some pheromone that had alerted them as well.

I heard the individual they had been gesturing to as 'Jin' emit a chuckle. "You'll get used to the bond with time. I promise you won't always respond like that. Eventually, you'll be just as ready to bite his face off as you are ready to fully submit to him now. It's the newness of the bond. As with all things, it will get worse before it gets better. You'll be even more submissive after the marking confirming the submission and the.....consummation....if you will.  But then, you'll be able to go toe to toe with him to a certain extent as you become more familiar with him and grow to test the bond," Jin exclaimed with a warm smile. I was thankful that he could provide some insight into the current situation that was leaving me completely flabbergasted and without a single shred of control. "Hyung! Don't tell her that," Jimin complained with a light blush dusting his cheeks. A small giggle, uncharacteristic of me, nearly left my lips before I suppressed it. He was hot when he was being dominant, but totally cute when he was being slightly childish.

"Jiminie doesn't want her to know because it's when she's submissive that he can create pups," the one they'd gestured to as Taehyung spoke up. "Yah!," Jimin complained loudly glaring at Taehyung. Taehyung busted out in an intense fit of laughter that concluded with a somewhat boxy smile.

Namjoon cleared his throat, effectively silencing the rest of the pack. "I'd nearly forgot to mention that you'll be traveling with us. Being as your Jimin's mate, we can't leave you alone at the dorm while we tour, at least until it is widely and firmly established that your claimed. Unfortunately, this means that you're going to need to adapt quickly. You'll have three weeks before the start of our next tour. All seven of us will be your guide, but I expect the responsibility will fall more to myself and Jin. The others are still learning some of it themselves," he said sending glares to the younger members of the pack, including a now embarrassed Park Jimin. Though I felt that he wanted to protest, not a word slipped from his lips. Namjoon might not have been a strict Alpha, but his presence commanded both respect and attention.

"That being said, expect the next three weeks to be stricter than the rest of your time with us. Just until you get used to our ways and learn to cope with our less desirable habits. After Jimin's claim has been firmly established and we no longer need to fear the snooping around of rogue or packless males attempting to force a claim, you'll no longer be required to accompany us on our tours and can stay at the dorm for extended periods of time by yourself. You are of course still welcome to continue to accompany us," Namjoon finished with a small smile. He had a way or wording restraints and regulations. He made every one of them seen as if they were intended solely for my protection and well-being rather than making them seem tedious and like an object I would be inclined to rebel against.

"I can't actually think of any other rules off of the top of my head. I'll likely just need to mention them along the way as you accidentally break them or as they come to me. Though not a rule, a word to the wise: don't wake Yoongi without his express permission. He tends to be quite krabby and even violent with the boys from time to time," Namjoon finished.

"I can vouch for this! I bruise the least easiest of all of us and he punched me so hard this one time that I had a bruise on my shoulder for a good month," the one they'd referred to as Jungkook spoke up for the first time. "That's entirely because you deserved it. The first time you speak and it's to berate your hyung," Yoongi teased shaking his head. "You'll just have to excuse him Aera. He's shy, especially around females and strangers," Yoongi added addressing me directly. My head snapped in Yoongi's direction at the direct mention of my name. Though he spoke less enthusiastically or loudly than the rest, his voice too held a level of authority and control. He was calmer than the others, more reserved. "Well then I guess that means I strike out twice," I attempted to joke looking over at Jungkook. He sent me a small smile.

With that last awkward exchange, we arrived at our destination. I was surprised at how close their pack was relative to ours. Separated by only a few miles, were two completely different lifestyles and two completely different spreads of compassion and acceptance. Glad but apprehensive about being on the other side of the territorial bounds, I wondered what it was my future held with this new pack, with my newly found mate, and even with this new lifestyle. Namjoon said that I only had three weeks and I prayed that that was enough.

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Main Challenge #1 - The Queens Who Mopped Concepts

This week, the girls were tasked with interpreting and producing their cycle 9 sister’s mini challenge concepts! Let’s see how they did!

Analyse Thropic - Judah Kiss’ Flame Concept

I chose Judah’s fire dress design because I saw in it the opportunity to take a great concept and develop it into something that matches my aesthetic. The character I created for this design is a witch who was burned at the stake and has come back hundreds of years later to exact her revenge. I loved the print of Judah’s original sketch that reminded me of fallen ash, and so when I was unable to find a fabric close to that print, I bought a white stretch knit and used fabric paint and a drinking straw to create the scattered “ash” pattern on the fabric. I also wanted to maintain the juxtaposition of beauty and destruction that comes across in Judah’s design, and so I chose to create faux burn holes in the dress as well as carrying the idea of burn over to the makeup. The red collar in Judah’s sketch inspired the cape and the cuffs in my design.

Lila: I just refuse to believe that you come from Charm School, at the beginning of it, not knowing how to sew, to making a full dress with this burning look, UGH. It’s just to die for. Your SFX skills are so good, like texture artists can’t do that molten lava shit, and ugh, I could go on, and on, but you know this is TDR, and I have to be a little bit of a nitpicker here. I wanted your velour-cape to hit the ground, and that could’ve helped with pairing the shoe with your concept a lot better. It’s a solid look in my opinion, Great job here, Analyse!

Gluttoni: Ms. Anal If You Nasty, you clearly are out for blood in this competition! That definitely shows through your dedication to the execution of Judah's original concept. Overall I think your adaptability and vigor for drag itself will not only get you far in this competition but also in the real big bad draggy world out there. As someone who get a boner over conceptual makeup styles, I have to say you really raised the stakes (as well as got burned on one) with this extreme third degree burn makeup application. Especially with it being your first attempt. I can definitely see the progression in your overall makeup skills with your new and improved cleaner lines but I will urge you in the future to push it even more so don't get complacent. Enough of the praise though because everything below that beautiful crystal necklace and oxblood cape  is a mess in my eyes. Not because of the the evident burns or hole but the entire fit is off and completely uninspired. I remember giving you a direct reference to one of Jeremy Scott's recent collections and expected a cool silhouette from you but I must say that's where my disappointment starts. Just be more aware of your body shape and try to make somethings that comes off as more flattering to your figure. This is a solid first submission and your talents are evident. I'm eager to see more.

Letha: Goodness gracious, great balls of fire! I love this look, Analyse! You executed Judah’s concept while adding your own flair to it, which I think really embodies the challenge parameters. There’s a wonderful campiness to the look, while still reading as fierce. I like the hair and hood a lot, they go amazingly with everything. The burns on the dress are awesome, but I think the fit leaves something to be desired. If it nipped in closer to the body at the waist it would be better, as it is a touch loose there at the moment. I also don’t love the final length of the dress. You were talking with us about a high/low hemline, which would have been great if it were lowered more to the ground and you had added some trim or fringe as an accent. The makeup is verrrry good, especially the burn side. The virgin side (as virgin as you can be, anyway) could use some more blending on the eyes, and sharpening of the “leading” edges of the contour (the bottom of the cheek, for instance), but I love the brow and the lip is cool. Nice accessories, and I love the nails, they’re quite fun. All in all, STUNNING work, Analyse, I’m glad to see you kept the momentum form your mini challenge win up, I can’t wait to see what you do next! 

Toni: Honesty???? Your pussy is on fire this week bitch! to win the mini and then come right back to the main with this level of concept, quality and thought has me shook. I love that you spoke with the judges every step of the way to make sure your look was right. I love LOVE LOVE THE MAKEUP. The burn is everything to me and is well done for your first time. The drag side was very well done and probably the best you have looked. I would love to see a bit cleaner lines as well as raising your contours a bit more. I think the gown was stunning really, but I was it was longer to really hold a high level of beauty. It also could have done with a bit more of the burn or fire put into it. You are using your corset as a fancy belt right now because its not being pulled as tight as it can be, you shouldn't be able to breathe. Over all amazing work, keep it up!

Gii: I wish the other girls would take note of how much you worked with the judges on discussing your look from start to finish, asking them for help when you had technical problems, and got our advice at various stages of your creative process. That alone gave you a huge advantage because now the judges and I have a better understanding of your look. That said, I can appreciate all the work that went into this dress, but I think I want to see more cinching from you! I know you have a corset so get a friend to really PULL on those corset strings, I find that it’s impossible to get that typical corseted waist without someone’s help. Even without cinching though, I think it would have helped if the hem of the dress was higher, like on the narrow part of your waist rather than your hips. On your makeup, I think you’ve worked really hard to make the lines on the drag side crisp and bold and it’s a huge improvement from what I saw in Charm School! The eyes are nice, but I think the lips could be a little neater with the blending. I think you could make your lower lip even bigger since you have a lot of space around your chin too. Still, great job. I think you’ve come a long way since Charm School (which is great -- I was rooting for you during that stint) and I can’t wait to see where else you’ll go in this competition!

Avana Noir - Ebony Boss’ Paint Concept

Hello Judges and TDR community ! For my look I got Ebonys Paint inspired look. I was mainly inspired by Avant Garde Unconventional Materials as well as watercolors. What I did differently was that I used Paper and Watercolor to make the top part of the dress and set it up to make it look more structural. For the lower part I made a high waisted skirt and then dyed the shit out of it haha. As well as using splatter paint. I also made a headpiece out of a canvas. The watercolor done it was also done by me. Thank you so much! and I hope you enjoy my look!

Lila: Hi Avana! I’ll start out by saying that I love the colour palette you’ve chosen, very similar to the one that Ebony picked but the pastel nature of it really fits your aesthetic. I thank you for doing an unconventional look, I love it when people experiment with different materials, and I’m in love, LOVE with your headpiece. Very alternative and I’m in love! I wish your heels were a different colour, I wish it was a white, green or blue, just so that it ties in with your look, and as much as I LOVE LOVE LOVE your nails, the other hand doesn’t have any on either. Overall, great job!

Gluttoni: Avana! I'm in love with these colors you've chose to highlight with this beautiful look. I can see the inspiration very clearly from the drawing you were assigned but I love that you still took it and made it your own. The water color motif on your chest is beautifully placed and I love the resourcefulness of it all but I'd urge you with making details like that please try and make them neater otherwise they come off as cheap and rushed. I've noticed how much you work doing your day job and I'm completely emphatic about that kind of stuff but no need to look overworked henny. I think my love for the color palette of this look is detracting me from some technical difficulties I'm having with the overall look. Such as your "breast" are showing due to fitting issues and if you are going to do a long length make sure it hits the floor. I love the canvas headpiece because it gives the look an overall finished look along with the calming aqua hair color but on the same token I'd love to see more refinement with both aspects. I think the only major downfall I have from this look is the makeup. Out of drag you are youthful and cute but I'm think just through a lack of experience you are painting yourself to look much older with almost like a dead fish type of gaze. Be wary of the shapes you are trying to convey while making sure all your lines are crisp. I'm confident in your ability to do so and you should honestly be proud of this.

Letha: In case the literal canvas on your head wasn’t enough of a tip off, I immediately got watercolor from your pictures without reading your description, which is a great sign that your interpretation and execution of Ebony’s concept was strong. I personally love the color palette, and it carries throughout the look. I quite enjoy the paper bodice you made, but I do wish the dress had either a bit more structure or a bit more shape to it, as it is sort of straight up/down at the moment. The wig and head piece go well together and match the rest of the look, and the makeup is also cohesive, but I feel the lip shape reads more “sloppy” than water color, perhaps doing more of a light pink ombre with some paint splatters around/over the lips would have been more effective? The nails are massive and fun, but I wish you had more of them on! Still, this is a good look and you should be proud of your work on it!

Toni: Hello dear! This looks absolutely nothing like ebonys but I can see the same influences and I really like that! I think making it water color really made it pop a bit more in my eyes. I also have to give you props for using unconventional materials. I do wish the dress was more fitting because girl both ya titties were out and the dress was a bit too short. I love your head piece. Onto your makeup I wish you were a bit more blended on the cheeks and in the eyes. I would also love if you took a brush and teased out that wig a bit more for more volume. Good luck next week love! 

Gii: Your final look was definitely far from Ebony’s original design, but somehow I can still see the inspiration in there. I think it’s the color scheme (although much paler) and the fact that you did attempt the paint blobs in the original design. While the colors aren’t exact, I do like the pastel version more than the original. The easel was a pretty funny and fitting touch as well. The biggest thing I notice, however, is that this dress doesn’t seem flattering on you. It’s a little hard to tell that the dress is high-waisted because the paper bodice is like...right at that level where I wish it was either a bit higher or lower haha. I think you could have actually gone for a corset + dress silhouette as opposed to the high-waisted silhouette, because that would probably flatter your body much more. With the high-waisted silhouette you went for though, I think the skirt could have been floor length so it would look much more elegant. You can probably keep that in mind for future looks! Makeup-wise, when doing looks with colorful eyeshadows you still want to define the edges with blacks or very dark colors, as it is very easy for the bright colors to appear washed out otherwise. Overall, I didn’t hate this look and for a first challenge you did pretty well, but there’re definitely things that could be tweaked or improved. I’m hoping to see you grow a lot by the end of the competition!

Daddie Dearest - Phoebe St. Jefferson’s Blacklight UV Concept

My gown is inspired by Phoebe's concept. It keeps the asymmetrical silhouette, the structured shoulders, and the blacklight transformation. I also tried to incorporate some of the judges critiques of Phoebe's design by including a matching head piece and gloves. I made the skirt out of fabric, hot glue, and satantic rituals. The textural element of the gown is made of paint chips spray painted with fluorescent yellow and splattered with green acrylic paint. I decided to make the pieces diamond shaped to harken back to Alexis Michelle's promo dress which inspired Phoebe's original concept. I'm looking forward to hearing the judge's feedback. Thanks!

Lila: Hey hey hey! Okay, immediately drawn to this because of the colour scheme and the fact that you did the UV aspect too because I wasn’t expecting that for this concept, rather one or the other. I just love your face, you’re another one of those porcelain dolls, its just the way you incorporate your bearded drag into your look and how you carve out your face. Things I wish that were a little bit improved, I feel like the grey wig doesn’t match your concept here, and while I’ll give it to you that you styled it similarly to Phoebe’s character, it just blends in with the background in both photos. If you used a black or stark yellow/green, it could’ve been so much more impactful? Anyways, besides that, great submission here, Daddie!

Gluttoni: Daddie! Daddie! DADDIE! Not only can I say your name all day but I'm also extremely floored by the grandness and the boss ass bitch vibes I'm getting from this look. Honestly there is nothing more appealing than a boss bitch in my eyes and I think you really take the cake in that category in my eyes. TENS ACROSS THE BOARD. You're fucking glowing and mean that quite literally which just skyrockets this look to the level of other worldly. The asymmetrical silhouette is making my nipples hard along with that hair that's teased to perfection. You're one I think has a grasp on what shapes highlight your body in the best way possible. Not a lot of people have that same understanding even later in their careers so it's refreshing you understand your body so early on. I'm in love with your makeup because you definitely have the precision down-packed and the proportions are soooo on. The most outstanding part is that your beard is one of the last things I notice cause I'm focused on how much detail you put into your eye makeup and when I finally analyze your facial hair only to realize it's completely coordinated with the look has me absolutely gagged. I can tell you perform live with your nude fishnet tights and I definitely appreciate that added detail. I honestly can't really find any flaws in this look so please, please keep steering in this direction of greatness because at this rate I think these other ladies need to watch out for you because you are serious competition.

Letha: “Get that black light away from MY sheets!” This is such a cool look, Daddie! At first I didn’t see the silhouette from Phoebe’s design, but I’m with you on it now. I love that you incorporated our critiques as well, as I love the gloves and the fascinator! The hair isn’t my favorite, I think something darker would have more impact, given the lightness of the paint chips. The black-light photos are awesome, you made that part of the original concept very special. Your makeup is stunning, as always, and the echoing of the colors/shapes of the design is a nice touch (including the glow in the dark nose contour, though it makes your nose look a tad bare when it’s just the regular lights). Fantastic submission, Daddie, color me impressed!

Toni:BITCH OKAY I SEE YOU. theres so much i love about this and some things im not super feeling. I adore the acessories and they were so cleverly done and I do love these tones. I was also pleased that you chose to make yours glow as that was the main point for the orgional design. the only thing that really threw to  phoebes was the glow and the asymmetry. i really love this i see all your influences, i do wish the dress was a bit more put together like construction wise thought. As always i lvoe your makeup, from the shoulders up this look is giving me Opulence Black vibes and I live. Good luck this next week <3

Gii: Wow! I have to admit I wasn’t sure how the WIPs you sent me were gonna turn out, but you really knocked it out of the park with the final project! You did really well carrying out all the original intentions of Phoebe’s design, with the asymmetry and especially the glow in the dark part. I do find myself loving the non-glowing version more than the glowing version (though this may be attributed to the pose), and the top half more than the bottom. I think we lose a bit of your shape in the dress, though I understand that you were trying to stay true to the design. I wonder if an updo would have worked better since it’s already so busy in the neck area. But I think more importantly a better photography angle would have flattered you more, perhaps one that is further away and not so top-down. You could try out different poses as well. However, I will give you kudos for creating this dress purely with hot glue! What a great example for queens who can’t sew!

Dotte Com -Marcella Fox’s Aquamarine Latex Concept

The outfit I was assigned was created by the talents of Marcella Fox. Based off of Katya’s “Pokestop Realness” blue latex look, she altered the design to be something that the 16 year old drag queen, Ms. Fox would wear. I decided to interpret HER source material and also transform Katyas outfit and Marcellas outfit into something Dotte would wear.

The shape of the arm capes were inspired from Marcellas design, however red hair was substituted for yellow as Dotte is all about that CMYK lyfe. The basic placement of the floral arrangements were kept the same, excluding the two flowers in the hair vs a flower crown. Materials utilized were spandex to increase dancey-ness, leather belts, flowers, and a bit of hand-sewn pixel perfection.

Lila: Dotte! I see a lot of elements from Marcella’s original concept in here, and its really giving me like grass-water gym leader extravaganza. You know I love the colour scheme of blue-magenta-yellow and that’s what’s captivating me the most in this concept. I wish that the pastel green was more suited to your hair colour, i think there’s such a balance of blue and pink in here but not enough yellow, and if you swapped the marshy green tone out with a yellow tone it would’ve tied the look together a lot better. Overall, this is a good submission!

Gluttoni: WWW. SICKINGINGBITCH (Miss) Dotte Com! I must admit as a fellow POC kween I'm doing nothing but rooting for your success in this competition.  With that bias aside though I think this is a very middle of the pack kind of look due to the outright simplistic design you choose to present to us. That isn't to say this look is not adorable and aesthetically pleasing because I'd be lying if I said it wasn't but there are just a few elements here that fall a tad flat to me. The hair gives me more Halloween Express than it does drag for me, I'm not upset at the fact that it's straight and I love the color but it could use a fabric softener wash and a good brush out to rid it of that Halloween clearance bin type of look to it. You are going to have a long journey with your makeup with me around because I need the refinement there for you want to stay afloat in this competition. Keep pushing those shapes and blending skills because that will help you in the long run. That aside I love the duality of your cape-like arm attachments and I'm glad you kept that aspect of Marcella's design and the color palette of the Katya reference really complements your skin tone. All in all I'm happy with your submission as should you be but just know I'm expecting more from you. Also TUCK, I mean this sincerely because I know the detriments of having a fat pussy first hand.

Letha: Yay, Dotte! This look is very cute and fun. I think you kept a lot of the same elements of Marcella’s design while making it your own. I think the Katya influence is still very strong because I do get a “synchronized swimmer” vibe, like the original. The color scheme is okay, though I think I would have liked a green/teal more with the pink, but the yellow is cute. I find myself craving more texture/visual interest on the outfit, as it is a little simple, maybe with some pleating or more flowers? The makeup, I must admit, is not my favorite. The lip color makes sense with the look, but I think doing a bit more pink in that eye would have brought more unity to the face, as the purple seems out of place. I think the overdrawing the under eye is cute, but some bottom lashes could also really help to sell that illusion as well. Some stronger highlight/contour could also help you define your face more, as right now I don’t really read a lot of makeup, however much might be there ( a stronger hand with the blush couldn’t hurt either, a doll pink would have been so cute here!). All in all, strong work, Dotte! 

Toni: This is giving me girly its giving me frilly its giving em life. This is barbie at the pool living her life. Lets start with the bad and then go into the good. I think you need to start tucking bitch, i can see it all. I also want you to start carving your face with contour and highlight because I think you’ve gotten great with your eyes but need to focus on the face. Now onto the good, even great. I love this on you, it looks like marcellas but you made it into your own look! And these colors are everything on you. Its so fun and flowing and over all i adore it and this submission as a whole is amazing! <3 good job this week

Gii: These colors look so good on you holy fuck! What a gorgeous interpretation of Marcella’s already gorgeous design. I really love the color scheme here, and I think that bright yellow wig is the PERFECT accent. You know how to pose well too. That “purse first”-esque pose is a little awkward and I’d recommend practicing a little more to perfect it, but the other one is really cute! However, I really wish the makeup was a bit cleaner. You have this perfect look that is very neat and smooth and clean but then the makeup doesn’t match it as well as it could. It’s actually not the eyebrow coverage part, everything upper lid + above is fine by me actually. I think where the white ends along the nose could be made smoother if you take concealer to define the edges, but I’d honestly bring it in even more a la Kim Chi. The bottom black + pink eyeshadows look a bit cakey as well, and could have been more nicely blended. I would recommend using an angled brush to draw your black lines, and when blending use small patting motions so you can be more precise since it probably won’t be as blended as the upper lid. So yeah, great job this week, just work on polishing your makeup! Don’t be afraid to wipe it all off and start over if you need to, as long as the end product is flawless it’s totally worth it.

Ebony Boss - Lexi Lamour’s Unconventional Paperclip Concept

SOOOOOOOO... For my interpretation of Lexi's look I really wanted to focus on the silhouette more than the materials. I used a black mesh body suit with a white tulle skirt to get the ballgown vibe. I also chose a wig I had that fit her hair descriptions

Lila:  Ebony Boss! First off, we need to see your top to your bottom of the concept, which means your shoes as well. Please remember to do this next time! Okay, for positives, I love this look from the waist up, it’s really cute and I love the bodysuit’s shape. Your face is a lot better than when you first started out as well! I just don’t see Lexi’s concept being fully realised here. When you said you would use a large tulle skirt, I was expecting a floor length tulle skirt, and with the paper clips from Lexi’s original concpet, you could’ve had so many different motifs with that, black tubing, felt tubes, cardboard cutouts, etc. I wish the wig had a little more volume too, just with a little hairspray and a rat tail comb you could really have a bouffant bob with your look. I wish I could see the shoes too, because it might’ve helped add an element to this concept that feels a little empty in execution. This is a decent look, however. Good job.

Gluttoni: I realize we said "interpretations" but this interpretation is looser than the skin hanging from Donald Trump's neck. I was quite excited to see what someone would bring to Lexi's imaginative design and I must say it seems like you scraped the whole concept as a whole and pieced together an outfit together from Forever21 and The Children's Place. What I enjoy about you most is your passion to learn about the art of drag as a whole but if you really want this title I really want to urge you to go for it full force because I know you have it in you. Otherwise "YOU'S IN DANGER GIRL" (ten points to the queens who get that reference) and I don't want to see you not doing well. If you are to make it to next week I want to see a clean makeup job from you because again I don't think this is the best you are capable of and I want to properly assess what could make you get even better at that what you want to do. Bring us the fire Ebony.

Letha: Hey there, Ebony! While I do think you have the sort of “bare bones” of the original concept’s silhouette, there isn’t much going on beyond that. It reads as pretty basic, which when the look is a black and white color scheme, something in the look should really jump out and make it special. I think you could have kept the skirt if you wanted, and overlaid materials such as pipe cleaners to give it the same effect as the paperclips. The top is okay (the runs in the mesh don’t look great though, covering them up with jewelry or some other piece could help draw attention away from them). The wig also goes very well with the overall look, some volume could help it along though. The makeup is cute as well, but the lips read as very nude to the point of being almost gone, and don’t have a lot of impact. There’s also something on the right corner of your mouth, so be sure to always double check before taking face pics! All in all, it’s an okay look, but I know you have the talent and creativity to do better.

Toni: Ebony dear im so glad you’ve finally make it! Now when we talked I loved your first design and was disappointed when you couldn’t do it, but you said you were gonna do this you assured me that it was going to have the elegance and ball like theme that Lexis design had. When I saw this I was so disappointed. Theres nothing here that even nods to Lexis design. it looks like a top and skirt and not much out, its underwhelming. I think had you incorporated some head piece of giant paper clips or a more exciting skirt with a bit more shape it would have been a real stunner but this is jsut a miss for me this week. Makeup wise ive been seeing you improve so much lately, I would say i’d like to see more dramatic contour/highlight as well as I would like to see your foundation match your skin tone. Points for effort this week <3

Gii: I know it’s hard to create a paper clip dress in real life, but I’m a little disappointed! The judges told me you were thinking about going with recycled materials as the dress and I would have been totally okay with that interpretation, but I’m hoping you didn’t mean recycling clothes. It is very hard to compare this to the other looks when other queens are customizing their dresses and accessories specifically for the challenge while this look gives me the impression that you already had the top and the skirt lying around and just put them together. Even some accessories made out of recycled materials would have helped. Your makeup unfortunately doesn’t read as very draggy to me either, if you can get your hands on a darker contour powder that will transform you from fish to drag. I think if you are doing a cut crease (I can’t tell sorry), you will want to draw it way higher, even if it is far above your natural crease -- drag is all about exaggeration. You’ve wanted to be cast for a while, so I want to see that fighting spirit in you! It’s as easy as just adding a few details, so I know you can do it.

Giraffez Doris Buckel - Paprika’s Wedding Gown Concept

So I was given Paprika's design and I was really excited where most people saw a very simple and basic outfit I saw a blank canvas. I figured by making my dream wedding. I started by wearing my mom's old wedding dress since she wasn't able to wear it do to contractions from me, I then put a belt from a new coat on to help keep everything in place as well as add a bit of color. I then borrowed some flowers from an old funeral arrangement that was left over from the last funeral which was my grandmother who raised me and since she couldn't be there the next best thing is some of the last flowers that were given to her. I then had a nod to my Scottish roots and wore a blue knotted bracelet since in Scottish tradition of tying of the hands of the couple signify unity and a strong bond. I went with a very subtle beat face just to show how I have grown in my makeup skills. But sadly the rat bastard ran and I ruined my mascara and everything just saying. #fml

Lila: It might be a bit grating to hear me nag at you for another cycle, but we needed to see your top to your bottom of the concept, which means your shoes as well. Your concept matches Paprika’s quite nicely, which I commend you for, and I can see a vast improvement in your makeup game since Charm School - you might want to contour some areas like your forehead and nose, just to add a bit of definition. I’m glad you’ve gave this a left at the altar kind of character too, since we feared that the concept was a little basic, you might’ve had problems constructing something from it. When using a headband to give the illusion of your wig like it’s growing out of your head, you’ve got to make sure that your boy hair doesn’t expose through if you wear the headband like you have. Glue down those side burns and apply foundation like you would on your brows and that will help eliminate that exposure. You did an alright job, none the less!

Gluttoni: Giraffez Doris Buckel along with your name, your sunny prospective on life is what I love most about you. I was so happy when you individually messaged me about the direction you should take in this look because this look you had to reference was by far the most simplistic. Regardless of that I think your interpretation was informed and spot on and I'm glad you took my pointers with the running graphic liner, the expression of sorrow (very campy which I loved) and the roses. But through inexperience I feel this look has fallen short especially when compared to the other racers you're competing with. I'm making it a personally goal of mine to help you all can to make you the best queen you can be. That means making your makeup more definitive and visible and really focusing in on the styling that will really make yourself a brand. This week you just didn't quite hit the mark.

Letha: Hello, Giraffez! When I compare this design to Paprika’s the concept is there and you did stay true to that. With that said, because of the simplicity of the original concept, it should have been your task to really nail the fine details. That dress does not fit, which you could have worked around by having some fabric in the back to help hide it. The black belt does help the look go for that “grunge” vibe which makes sense. The quality of your pics is also a problem, as they are either blurry or low quality (one of the face pics is stable enough though). The hair could be better/bigger, and your boy hair is coming through the front which doesn’t really match. The makeup is subtle, and you have improved since Charm School, but there are still points to work on. More blush could certainly help, and because the lip is shiny your real lips show more obviously where you overdrew. The eyes are grungy/smoky, so I do understand where you went with that, but the blend could be better up top, and the “tears” below, should flow more organically on the bottom (they look just like “streaks” at the moment). I will also repeat what Lila said about taking full body shots- it has to be EVERYTHING. For all we know you aren’t wearing shoes, which you need if you’re going to perform/go out. But I see improvement, so keep it up!

Toni: Hello Giraffez! This gown is absolutely stunning and I think its very appropriate for this design. I do wish that it had a better fit or a bit more to it though so it wasn't just being held up by a belt or your hands. I know that you’re still working on improving your makeup but I would have love to see something much more dramatic, you were left at the alter girl i wanna see dramatic smeared lips, eye liner smeared down to your titties. You did have a bit of performance aspect in your pictures which i did enjoy! Step it up next week!!

Gii:I burst out laughing when I saw your expression in the fullbody pics so you made my day. I was pleasantly surprised by this look -- it was smart of you to use a headband to hide your wig line, the flowers are pretty, and the belt cinches you nicely. However, you were given a rather simple design, and while your look is not bad, you can do better. “Not bad” is fine for Charm School, but for the actual competition, I feel like you need to get a better handle on some drag essentials. I understand that money could be an issue, so I’m going to narrow it down to two very cheap things you need to buy: a better webcam, and a darker contour product. Firstly, this competition is heavily photo and video based, and it’s unfair to both you and every other competitor for me to compare these blurry photos to the others. This one (https://www.wish.com/c/562dc1605b47960fcb64c40d?hide_login_modal=true&from_ad=pla4&_display_country_code=US&gclid=CJPb8KXVmNICFZeFswodX1kKqw) is $5 with $3 shipping. Secondly, if you can buy just one makeup item, get a foundation stick in a darker color for your contour. I actually like the makeup you have on this week, but it’s not draggy enough for me. I think dark contours are what set drag makeup apart from regular makeup. NYX’s Stick Foundation in the color Cocoa (http://www.nyxcosmetics.com/mineral-stick-foundation/NYX_130.html) is $10. There are probably cheaper sticks at the drugstore or Target. These two combined should be around $20 at most, but that one-time spending will be worth it in the long run. I apologize if I’m being harsh. Maybe you’re only doing drag for yourself and you don’t really care about getting your name out there, which is great! But by auditioning for and being cast on TDR, you ARE getting your name out there, and you’re competing against many other queens who want to get their name out there, and it’s only fair that you give them a fair fight.

Judah Kiss - Daddie’s Avant Garde Concept

Hey judges! So this week was a bit of trainwreck and a half for me. This is the first outfit I have ever made myself, but I am SOOO happy with it. I used a stretchy, dancewear fabric for the pants, and a satin for the blue shirt. The backpiece/spikes are made of a large picture frame I broke into uneven pieces and hot glued/velcroed to the look. The pants were my greatest focus in the look, and I could not be happier with them. The headpiece is a Styrofoam circle cut in half, and hot glued together with sheer fabric embellishments and a bow on top. It was held to the wig cap/stocking with an immeasurable amount of pins and a little bit of prayer. I was inspired by Daddie's design because it's extremely avant garde and club-kid, two things I always strive for my drag to be. I had to make some changes on the basis of available fabrics, and also changed the color scheme to match my tastes more. I interpreted the original concept by keeping most elements the same, and rearranging shapes to give the design flow, while maintaining a very striking, intimidating figure and look overall. I feel gorgeous, I feel scary, I feel mysterious, and I'm so happy that after three auditions, I have FINALLY conquered my first challenge in TDR!

Lila: It’s honestly hard to believe this is the first outfit that you made yourself in its entirety! The harem pants are soooooo good, and you’ve tailored the look to match your aesthetic while still holding some of the elements of design from Daddie’s concept. Really enjoy this colour scheming, while I wouldn’t have mind you using the original colours, I love this as I see the silhouette that Daddie designed rather than something utterly different. I am trying really hard to nitpick at this at the moment because it’s so good, maybe if you created more of an illusion with your makeup that your body is of that green colour, or if you painted the rest of your body black like you did your arms as gloves (nice touch,) it could really tie in the elements a lot better? Either way, great submission this week!

Gluttoni: Judah, you are betraying my best judgement by me pumping your already big head up but gurl.....you really slayed me this week. This level of work is phenomenal and you deserve nothing but praise for bringing my personal favorite design of them all to life. This being the first outfit you've ever made in full entirety is astonishing. You really took this challenge by the balls and then force fed it to us. My only overwhelming critique is the top half is a tad messy with the drawn on  baby hairs and kind of juxtaposed headpiece. I think with looks that have so much going on it's better to have one aspect of the look be as simple as possible. Otherwise this perfection and I'm happy you're here showing your drag to us because the community has been waiting quite a while to see your amazing potential. Keep up the good work.

Letha: Wow Judah, this is awesome! I see so much of Daddie’s concept in there. I am in love with the pants, they might be my favorite part of the whole outfit! I’m not as in love with the top, as it’s a bit big and you kind of get lost in it. Were it a little smaller and showed more midriff it would be more flattering to the figure, but the volume elements/spikes stay true to the concept. The head piece is sort of a jumble, but it’s very structured and sculptural so I appreciate that a lot. The makeup is verrry cool, I love some good swamp green, and the glitter on the new lid is stunning. I will say this for the overall color scheme. When compared to Daddie’s design, I feel that some of the vibrancy is lost by not having any “poppy” colors such as a yellow or a red, and while your final product is totally cohesive in its own right, it’s more of a “chill” color palette. 

Toni:Bitch! As the only bitch who did pants this week, and with so much structure. I was impressed to stay the least. I love so much about this. ima start with your makeup because I’m glad you took the chance to show your signature Judah style, and it worked really well with this look, but don’t rely on it! I love how the outfit is shaped really because it gives me this street fashion club kid feel which is very you. I would work on stability because you did seem to ahve issue with that this week and it shows a bit in the picture but over all amazing! 

Gii: Not gonna lie, I was really worried for you at first because Daddie’s design was definitely not the easiest to execute well. So honestly? I am really pleased with how you interpreted the look. If anyone could turn this design out it would be you. Admittedly it’s not a look I would wear personally, and without knowing the inspiration I might have clocked you for some details, but as I know the inspiration I think you did a pretty damn good job. The cutout harem pants were really the most fashionable way to execute the original, and I think sticking to this green and blue palette was smart. It made your look more cohesive while still being really bright and out there, staying true to the design. I’d probably want the shawl to drape a little better, and the sticks in the back to be a little more symmetrical, but I can see what you’re going for and I know you put the effort into constructing it, so it doesn’t bother me as much. I do have to admit I am not the biggest fan of the headpiece since it doesn’t really seem to relate to the rest of the outfit, but your makeup more than makes up for it! I’m so glad to see some glitter in this competition. I do wish your drawn bangs were a little more precise and sharp, though! Still, what a different queen from the girl in the Cycle 7 Fan Favorite poll! I’m so excited to see what you can do this cycle.

Klinker - Dotte Com’s Starry Concept

I got her concept  and changed the idea of "Galaxy" for "Hell" since that's my signature. I kept the body suit  with the boots and a belt. Did the skirt matching the  devil look and the head red as the skirt. My make is very inspired but the matching lips in the drawing and, instead of wearing glasses matching, I decided to paint it all. I'm serving Slut from Hell realness.

Lila: Hi Klinks! Let’s start off with the positives of this look; I love that you had the vision of interpreting it in a way that was way different. The colour swork well with eachother and it’s very you. Now, I’ve got to say that I’m a little let down, because we didn’t expect it to be interpreted in a way that changed the overall theme, rather in a way that stuck close to the original design, just altered in a way that makes the concept your own, with similar colour schemes. Your makeup is looking a little shiny with the black on your forehead to your eyes, make sure to use some translucent powder or black eyeshadow to set it. Overall, this was an okay submission.

Gluttoni: I think you're klinky and I like you a lot. My fellow devilish sista, I'm obsessed with this look but for all the wrong reasons. I like the concept you were grasping at but the execution leaves something to be desired. Dotte's design was brighter and a lot more grand while I think you making it darker way more streamline was probably not the best direction to go since the design itself was overly simplistic. I'm hoping we will see you in a wig at least a few times in the competition along with more dynamic makeup styling. The body is sickening and you definitely know that but please don't rest on that the entire time you are in this race because I can already tell you're passionate and forced to be reckoned with.

Letha: Heya Klinker! I do enjoy the look/design you came up with, and the colors/silhouette go with the theme you picked. But, sadly, that theme is not the concept you were given. TDR is about finding yourself, but there are also assignments that you should follow. If you had wanted to use the red you could have gone for some sort of nebula or galaxy design (like the Hubble telescope images, perhaps) but adding some sort of pattern or design, but “Hell” is just too different for me. The makeup makes a statement, but if it’s going to be so simple then it should be totally precise in execution (meaning no wobbly lines on the face paint). I do really enjoy the lips though, they’re quite good! Overall, I’m not mad at the submission, it’s a decent look, it doesn’t fit the challenge super well. 

Toni: Hey babe! This is such an amazing! but the issue seems to be that other than a cape it doesn't look like dottes at all. I would have loved for you to have gone all out and really shot this one out of the park because dottes design could have been interpreted so many different ways but I don’t see “hell” as one of them. I think you have great makeup for this, i love the high fashion feel but I think it needed to be cleaned up a bit before taking picture. over all it was a great look but not what we were looking for. 

Gii: I think this is a cute look, but I don’t see much resemblance to Dotte’s drawing :( The only thing I see that remotely calls to the design is the cape, which gives off superhero/villain vibes like the design. I was so looking forward to seeing you strut in white and gold, too! So unfortunately there isn’t much I can critique about this look, because it is really cute and well constructed, but I just don’t see how this was inspired by Dotte’s drawing. If you could have even incorporated some small details, such as the headband and the stars, while still sticking to the red and black color scheme, and I would have been fine with that. The makeup is decent as well, although a bit simple. It could be a bit more polished, as the lines seem a bit messy. If you’re going to do minimal makeup you want to spend a lot of time making it look clean and precise. Again, the makeup would have been a nice place to incorporate stars. So I don’t know if you decided to completely change the concept because you couldn’t find the materials or what, but in the future if you’re going to change concepts like this, I STRONGLY recommend messaging the judges privately and getting their advice first. This isn’t your regular Instagram drag race with minimal interaction between the cast. The judges are here to help you grow and they love helping people out, so please make the most of that! I’m still rooting for you, so do your best to get the judges’ advice so you make it to the top!

Lexi Lamour - Avana Noir’s Lolita Pink Concept

Next on Toonami: The new original anime, Cloud 9! In the galaxy of Cloud 9 there are 9 Nimbus Planets each consisting of nimbus of different colors. The inhabitants are called Nimbees. These alien creatures are born in their own personal Nimbus Cloud that become their familiars and their forms of transportation that grow as they grow, but once they reach the age of assention they grow wings so that they can be away from their Nimbus if needed. On the planet Pink Nimbus we meet our protagonist Princess Pinkasuki. Her father is not only the king of Pink Nimbus but the High King of the entire Cloud 9 galaxy! When the antagonists, the evil color snatchers, capture him it is up to Princess Pinkasuki to gather the princes and princesses from the other 8 planets in the Cloud 9 Galaxy and ban together to save him.....before the entire galaxy is left colorless. Hello, judges! I was assigned Avana's outfit and it's exactly what I wanted. I knew immediately what I was going to do. I stayed as true as I could to her original design while still making a concept of mine own and a character that would fit her look. I kept the pink color throughout and tried to incorporate various different Pink colors as to not be entirely monochromatic. Where the hair was concerned it felt pretty open to interpretation, so I styled a pink wig in an updo. The headpiece I kept to her original design and made out of paper, but added an extra little fabric bow to it. The upper body is made of a metallic pink material decorated with stones and the bow as she had in her picture. The wings are made out of paper, but I covered them in an ombré of pink feathers to give it something extra. The sleeves I kept and remained true to her design. Now the bottom is where I really took off and had fun. I did make her cotton skirt and spray painted it a light pink(the dark pink was too heavy and didn't make it feel Cloud like or fluffy). However.....I used it as the cloud for my character. I took a pair of pink tights, rhinestoned them, stuffed them to look like legs, and put hem in a pair of dark pink boots and tied them around my waist so that it looked like I was sitting on the cloud. The little skirt I made out of metallic pink fabric and decorated with rhinestones so that it looked like I was a dainty cute princess riding atop of her own personal Nimbus Cloud.

Lila: Who are you? This is I N C R E D I B L E. This is so damn impressive, and when Toni told me that you were going to do something of a cloud illusion I was expecting what you delivered. This matches the concept almost perfectly which I don’t mind, but for a first challenge? Incredible. Your makeup skills are impeccable and the pink is such a great choice with this concept, I’m just in awe of your contouring and highlight, because from first hand experience, its not easy to find the right colours of a colour-makeup. My nitpick would be that the wig isn’t doing it for me personally, it’s way too bright for this concept I think and if you used a more rosey pink than a neon, it could’ve worked a lot better? Besides that, great submission, mama!

Gluttoni: Lexi! This is super kawaii and everything I expected this design to bring and more. My favorite part is all the elements that go hand and hand with the mahou shoju (magical girls) aesthetic. I'm getting references of decora & lolita street fashions and I'm living for it. To be honest the fact that you got this accomplished this in less than four days blew me away. You told me before the competition that you were hungry for this title and without a doubt see that. Some slight changes I'd lack with this look are some of your blending techniques and shading. Your contour comes across as manly something a drag king would do per say. Round out your shapes on your face to really bring the female illusion. Besides that I have to give your props on a magnificent look. This look was definitely the most awe-inspiring look of the week.

Letha: Lexi, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m shook. This look is so thoroughly realized and executed that I have very little to critique. The cloud with the shoes is adorable, with a touch a whimsy and the wings are very impressive. The sleeves are so cute and the dress itself is also well crafted. And those nails are EVERYTHING, whew! My main notes of critique would be that the pink makeup looks a touch severe with some harsh lines along the cheek bones, and that the silver brows get a touch lost in the shuffle of the face and could use more definition. The wig is also cute, but does look a touch Party City. But those are literally drops in the bucket when compared the the LOOK that you have created. Stunning work, Lexi, keep it up!

Toni: BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my gay ass i cannot with this. This is everything to me, the pink, the cloud the way its so fun and campy as well as being so cute. I think its such a smart look to make and it reads so well. Theres a clear connection between this and the original design. I do wish there was  a bit more of coordination between the colors where it was 3 colors instead of 5 just to tie it all together. Your makeup looks so cute and I think it would be a bit better to darken those contours and really vamp it up an extra notch. I am so proud of you for turning this out so keep up the good work <3

Gii: LEXI. You’ve hit my weakness: metallic pink fluffy magical girl realness. There are a few things I’m going to nitpick but I can tell you put a ton of effort into this and the overall first impression is good! I legit thought you were sitting, I had no clue you were standing underneath that pedestal. However, I think there are a looooot of different things going on here...you have so many variants of pink metallic fabric, then the bow is one pattern and the wings are a totally different pattern. While I love each of those details individually, I can’t help but wish there was a little more cohesiveness to the look? Like, stick to one pattern (I’d say the fluffy wing one since it matches your pedestal), and if you’re going to use a different colored fabric on the sleeve, maybe include it somewhere on the dress as well so that they match. For the makeup, I am generally not a huge fan of coloring your skin, mainly because you put a lot of work into highlighting and contouring your face but then it contrasts a lot against the rest of your body which is not similarly contoured. I think the eyebrows didn’t show up very well either, though I love a glitter eyebrow! I think maybe if you outlined them faintly it would have improved the look a lot. Still, like I said, you worked hard this week and you really did a stellar job! Just work on outfit cohesiveness in future weeks!

Marcella Fox - Analyse Thropic’s Snake Concept

Firstly, I just want to point out that, as a Ravenclaw, I felt extremely disloyal making this outfit :p I didn’t think Ana’s design really fitted with my style, so I wanted to change it significantly. Similar to what I did with Katya’s latex, I wanted to simplify this and take it out of costume territory. I decided to use an existing green dress, with scale-like sequins, and complimented it with snakey accessories made from cardboard that I meticulously decoupaged with snakeskin-printed giftwrap. I opted for silver instead of gold, to give a sleeker look that would match my simpler style. I refined the busy headpiece into something more abstract but still very serpentine, with the yellow eye to pop out and turned the original collar idea into an actual snake that wraps around my arm and peers over my shoulder. To compensate deviating so much from the drawing, I decided to add extra accessories, making matching earrings, a belt and shoe embellishments. The overall effect is less theatrical than the original design - it still reads mysterious snake lady, but it’s much fresher and a lot more Marcella!

Lila: Ugh, you make me so jealous with how beautiful your face is. You look like a little porcelain doll and it just makes me so envious of you. I love this, it fits what Analyse did, but you’ve got that little charm of Marcella on it, and it’s such a different look as we’re used to seeing you in, like you’re giving me antagonist at Epsom ready to sabotage some horse racing to win the bets you’ve placed, honestly! I wish there was a little bit more to it, however, like I do wish there was a hooded aspect or a cloak of some sort, even like whipping up a piece of fabric or a bedsheet as a cape could’ve turned you from evil henchwoman from Epsom into the woman who owns the evil corporation? Anyways, I loved this concept, good job Marcie!

Gluttoni: Miss Fox. I must say I'm quite the fan of your body of work beyond this competition. You have a clear vision of your character and above all else I sense a sincerity in everything you do. Those traits are what's going to skyrocket you in this competition as well as your attention to in-depth details. Your makeup is so soft and clean which I think personally takes more skills than something very overt. Although I can't find anything "wrong" with your paint there are still things that can be done to take you to the very next level. You are beautiful canvas but dare I say a tad blank canvas with plenty of room to branch out and try something more. You have the fresh face female illusion down but I'd personally love stronger contours on you and I think you have the bone structure/skill to carry it well. Try more shading along your jawline, cheeks and temples just to bring a tad more DRAMA to your face. The outfit was where I was underwhelmed because the dress was too simple for this challenge. The scale connection was great but I was left wishing the silhouette lended more the slickness of a snake. The metallic accents were fab and I'm placing my order for some as we speak. If you had brought that same creativity to the rest of the look I think this challenge could have been yours for the taking.

Letha: What’sssssssssss up, Marcella? I really enjoy this look, it echoes a lot of Analyse’s concept, which was the assignment, while still staying true to your own aesthetic. The reptilian elements are there and they make sense. I wish the fascinator was a bit larger though. The makeup is signature Marcella, and you look beautiful, but I do kind of want more in terms of color? While the red lip makes sense with the green of the dress (while still not seeming Christmas), I think some green and gold/silver on the eyes might have pushed the envelope a little further. Also, I was not exactly known for wearing nails on TDR, but I have since learned they can both make an impact and tie a look together, so I would recommend even a small set (perhaps painted gold for this look)? They even sell double sided adhesives if you don’t want to use glue. But besides those little things, you did a GREAT job this week, strong work!

Toni: Taylor swift its a joy! I really enjoy this, you took a super elegant and high fashion design and made it into a wearable real cocktail look. It’s giving me “super villain at a art gallery ball ready to steal all the art and be thanked for it. “ its very that. i love the head piece and the shoe pieces. All of your accessorizing was very smart and fun, i do wish they were a bit bigger though. Makeup wise you paint beautifully and quiet feminine I might add, but I do wish there was a bit more color in the eyes for this look because it really could have tied it all together. I know you were struggling on what to do with your hair and I think this was a really good choice because it adds a level of elegance to the look. Good luck this week!

Gii: I know you said you adjusted Analyse’s design to match your style, but I still found myself wishing for more resemblance between your look and her design. I feel like I’m looking at two separate snake-themed looks, rather than one inspired by the other. The simplest way to close the gap would be to incorporate more yellow and gold, ideally by replacing all the silver accessories with gold. I don’t remember seeing much silver in the original design, and since the main color scheme was green and yellow I was really looking forward to seeing you rock that palette. Aside from that, the look is very well made for sure. It fits you well and the accessorizing is flawless, I really love the texture of the belts and the shape of the fascinator. I think your hairline could be a tad lower but it’s not a huge deal to me and I like it as is. Your makeup is the perfect example of “fishy but still drag” to me, although I would have liked to see green, gold, or even silver eyeshadow as a pop of color. On its own I would say this is a flawless look, but for this challenge I just don’t know if I can say this fulfilled the assignment as well as I’d like it to! Even though you say your style is very simplistic, I feel like this was the best opportunity to show a more intricate side (versatility amirite) and make a really impressive first impression. I think you’re one of the stronger queens in the cast, so I know you can step your game up and I want to see that!

Paprika - Sugar Monroe’s Flower Concept

So I got assigned Sugar’s sketch, which was exciting because I thought hers was really cute. I tried to blend elements of the original sketch with my personal style, so I went with a slightly different dress shape. I bought dollar tree out of purple and blue flowers and did the skirt in a similar pattern to the sketch, and went for a different sort of neckline with the petals and leaves. The flowers on the eye were my own personal touch, because I’m extra and I like to stick shit to my face. I was taping and gluing and all that jazz pretty much all day and I honestly loved it, I haven’t made anything like this before and I think the final product is really cute and really me, while still close to the original design.

Lila: You are literally so adorable! Your makeup is extremely stunning and the blue is such a great pop with your white dress and flowers! I love the dress, although a little simple, your interpretation meets what Sugar originally created quite well. I wish that you had some gloves or accessories, because it seems a little bear in the legs and arm area. If you made the capelet, that could’ve helped eliminate that empty feeling perhaps. You could’ve used white socks and overlapped the shoes, because the red is really throwing the concept off! Overall, I do like this however, good job!

Gluttoni: Beside being my favorite pointless seasoning, you are honestly one of my biggest obsessions within this race. Something about your persona just pulls me in and makes me fall in love with the things that you do. You are so soft and innocent with this look literally a breath of fresh air. I think this look is just very safe as a whole. I worry you don't have the resources or courage to take the proper risk that will get you wins in this competition and I hope you prove me wrong in that statement because the potential is there without a doubt. The eye work is simple and clean with I'm totally into and the eye flower arrangement added some much needed flare to this overall look. I'm beyond eager to get to know you more and help you along the way.

Letha: Awwww Pappy, this is such a cute look! I definitely see Sugar’s original concept here, which is great! It’s toned down a bit, and I don’t mind the dress at all, but I do wish there was a bit more. Had you made a small cape (going to maybe just the waist) and trimmed the edges of that with flowers, it would have kicked it up a little bit. Some jewelry (even flower bracelets or maybe a crown) also would have been cute (nails don’t hurt either!). The red shoes add a pop of color that ends up being out of place with the rest of the look (I understand being limited on shoes, but even doing a cover on them made of flowers could have worked).  The hair is okay, but could use some more styling/volume. The flower eye is also a nice touch, but on the eye you did paint, I wish the crease was a little darker/more defined toward the new line you made. A bigger lash could also help it along! The lips are cute, I enjoy the shape you did with them. I would like perhaps a bit more blush, as the cheeks read a little flat. But overall, I think you did a good job adapting the look and you should be proud of it! 

Toni: Okay so if sugars was the wedding gown yours is the matching flwoer girl outfit. i really like this, its a bit simple but for your first outfit this is verry nice and well done> i lovev the trimming you could have dotted a few flowers above it to add a bit more. I want you to start trying to shape your body a bit more as well as carve your face more because right now you look very 10 year old girl which is cute but if you shaped your body and contoured it could be sicking 16 year old diva bitch. Good luck next week dear <3

Gii: GOD flower eyepatches are my weakness. I have to admit I was a little worried for you because I didn’t know what resources you had, but this turned out really nicely! Your choice of flowers was perfect, and the dress fits you really well. The little design on your chest with the flowers and leaves was artfully done and I think that was a perfect touch. I think the wig could have been brushed out a tad so it looked a little less narrow, and I would have liked to see a bit more pink just because I’m a sucker for pink/blue/purple florals. I do think this was a bit of a safe look (but like, good safe) and there were some details you could have added to make this into more of a high look. The easy road would have been to find some matching jewelry and maybe something as a headpiece -- accessorizing is really what makes a look polished! The more challenging road would have been to add even more flowers, so instead of lining the hem maybe they’re sort of all over the bottom of the dress similar to Sugar’s design. Ideally you could do both haha but given that most queens only have the weekend to work on their looks, good job!

Phoebe St. Jefferson - Giraffez Doris Buckel’s Rainbow Concept

Hey Judges :* This week I got my inspiration from the one the only icon legend herself Giraffez! The drawing I got featured a cute mermaid cut pride dress, and so I decided to take the inspiration of rainbows to create a look fit for my TDR debut! I have a girly white dress, where I attatched felt strips to make a rainbow going all the way around. Then I took a jacket and hot glued cotton balls on it to make clouds. For my head, I fabricated a rainbow headpiece, and I wore my white wig to make it look like the rainbow was shooting out of a cloud. Giraffez also gave me a cute picture of what she wanted her make up to look like on the drawing, so I decided it would make a fun mask to wear on the runway. Woooooooooo

Lila: Girl, you and your poses always have me cracking up, it’s like you’re in The Office doing somehting mischevious and then the camera just pans to you, I love it! Your outfit is so damn cute, it works well with what Giraffez gave you and that coat, jesus that coat, I can’t believe you had the perseverance to sit and hot glue all those cotton balls to a coat. For me, I wish your hair was a little bigger, if you rat tailed and hair spray that beautiful white lace front into a cloud shape, it could’ve added an amazing element to your concept. Overall, this is a good submission, Phoebs!

Gluttoni: Phoebe! PHOEBE! I'm so delighted the community gets to see your gorgeous smile and bambi eyes again in the tag. Not making it on cycles past has suited you well because look how far you've grown as a queen! Giraffez gave you a hard ball assignment this week because you were in danger of either being to simple or too tacky and I have to give it to you and say you attacked this like a fucking pro. This is definitely one of my favorites just because of your keen eye for detail. The cloud coat is EVERYTHING (a little crafty looking) but everything nonetheless . My favorite part is a choice on your part the understand fashion and proportions to make the rainbow more tangible and provide the proper negative space to make it figuratively and literally shine. This is something I would totally imagine you wearing to a show of your own someday because above all else it shows your personality. I will warn you though I need to see some more advanced makeup skills but I only say that because I trust that you can do so. Good job my love. P.S The mask murdered me!

Letha: This look is as adorable as you are, Phoebe! You look like you should be doing the weather for a really gay news station, and I love that. The clouds and the rainbow translated well to your creation, but I do feel like the headpiece is a touch lackluster. I like the white wig, but would have preferred you to inject it with some volume by doing some backcombing. The makeup is okay, but I would have liked to have see more color. The red lip pops a lot, but the rainbow you tried to do on the eye comes across as a little muddy/muted. I would suggest a white base like Nyx Jumbo Eye Pencil in Milk to help those colors pop more. Some white brows, or even rainbow ones, would also have been really cool! All in all, this is a solid submission Phoebe, good job!

Toni: Hey bitch!! I love this, i think it its very you and I like this a lot more than the original design. I think the jacket makes it cute and summery and fun and the head pieces turns it into a look rather than just a dress. I want to see your lips lined a bit more next time and your eyes a bit more blended. I also want to start seeing more conceptual things form you.I love a good white wig I just wish you had brushed this one out a bit more so it has more volume and looks a bit less stringy and more cloud like. Over all I really enjoyed this.

Gii: I’m a sucker for rainbow-themed looks, so I knew I was immediately going to like anything you did! I love the dress but I especially love the cloud-themed jacket as your main accessory, it is really what sold this look for me. I do wish it was a bit puffier -- you could pull apart those cotton balls to make them really fluffy and poofy and I bet that would have looked super cute. Without doing that though, I think I would have preferred a bolero-style jacket -- basically a jacket that doesn’t end at the waist, but a little below the bust. It’s usually a little hard to find those types of jackets though, so I understand. The wig definitely needs some styling -- a side part, at the very least. A center hair part is usually not flattering unless you’re styling it into an updo! And while I appreciate that you wanted the headpiece to match the rainbows on the dress, I think you could have utilized the rainbow theme in a more fashionable headpiece. I’m also not sure how to feel about the makeup too much. I think the bottom lashes age you a little bit, though I commend you on the effort of even putting in big draggy lashes. But since you are going for big draggy lashes, you gotta remember to draw your liner and crease even higher so they don’t get hidden! The eyeshadows are a little faint as well, I would recommend patting them on. It takes longer than just sweeping with a brush, but it’s the best way to guarantee maximum pigmentation. Overall I think this may be somewhat safe for my taste, but it is still a very good safe!

Sugar Monroe - Klinker’s CD Concept

Hey judges! Today I have for you a cascade of broken CD realness. In the original design, the CDs were purple, but I couldn’t find any so I just used the silver iridescent ones and paired it with a black mesh top because black and silver go really good together. The materials I used were: broken CDs, some thick gauge clear vinyl for the skirt, and a black mesh body suit. Oh! And superglue. Lots of superglue. Haha anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this look as much as I enjoyed making it. Stay Sweet!

Lila: Sugar Monroe, I am in love with this design. Your colour scheme works well with Klinker’s CD concept and you’ve made it work for you. I’m in love with this sheer bodysuit and solid bra combination, and your acrylic CD skirt is amazing. Now girl, I hope the next challenge you do I see some nails! and my wish is that I wanted a little headpiece or CD necklace or earrings, just something to tighten the look around your head area I think would’ve helped a lot. Overall, good submission this week, Shugs!

Gluttoni: Sugar, my sweet! I'm so happy to be in your presence again. You were a fierce competitor then as you are now. I'm glad you are back with a new and improved attitude and what seems to be a revamped style. It's something both I expect from you as well as just enough of something new to make me want to see more of what you can do. I have a personal problem with the brow shape. The front is too messy for my liking and the shape I think doesn't suit you well but I have to say you've stepped up you brow coverage tenfold. The outfit was just a little under designed for my taste but it's so simple and flattering that it works but please do rest on your habit of top and circle skirt this time around. I'm seeing you grow before my eyes just be sure your progression is steady and key word for you is consistent. 

Letha: I love the colors here, Sugar! It differs somewhat from Klinker’s design but still reads with the CDs. I love what you did with the skirt, I just wish there was more to the look! Compared to the bottom half, the top is a little meh, even though it is cute. Using more CDs in other areas would have helped it along, either as accessories or as appliqués on the top, but the necklace is quite pretty. The hair is cute, and honestly could have been left as is if there was a cute little headpiece on top (it’s a little plain by itself though). The makeup is getting better all the time, and I love the lip combo you made, just work on cleaning up your lip lines (use lip brush your lipstick for sharp lines or clean up the edges with a concealer/foundation, or both). Also, how u gonna take a face pic with a hand on your chest and not have a nail on???? I know from experience that it can be a bitch to do things like filming with nails on, but they really do complete a look. Still, the look is a cute one, good job!

Toni:Hey sugar, you’ve been through this, you;re back, you’re my sister so ima keep it 100 with you. You’ve grown so much since c8 and ive loved watching ti and every time you perform I can tell you’re getting better and better so i really want to see you PUSH YOURSELF on c9, and this my dear isn’t doing that for me. It’s a bit simple and a step down from kilnkers design I think you could have added more cd’s to the time as well as made some cool designs that would have really made this a stunner. You’re makeup is really nice and I love this wig but it is your standard shape so i would like to see something new from you. Over all though I’m glad to see you’re improving. 

Gii: Welcome back! I get to judge you again. To be honest, I thought you were undeservedly in the bottom too many times last cycle, so I’m really glad you get this second chance to redeem yourself. The look is a bit pedestrian, but I can still see so much growth from last cycle. It fits you decently, your paint is flawless, and you hold yourself with a little more confidence. I do wish the skirt was just a bit higher since right now it’s not at the most flattering level -- check out high-waisted skirts for relevance, when worn correctly they are so good looking on body types like yours! I really love the CD shards too, so much that part of me wishes there was even more -- a headpiece or jewelry or something on the top half to match the bottom half! Your makeup has gotten so much nicer as well. I think you could stand to make your lips larger and rounder, and I probably would make your eyebrows a little more square and less droopy near the inner corners. The hair is a bit flat on you as well and I think you could have fluffed it up to give it some volume! Voluminous hair will help a lot with exaggerating your proportions for drag. But amid all this nitpicking, seriously, I’m looking forward to seeing much more from you this cycle! Though the look could be touched up a tad, I don’t think you’ll be in the bottom this week.

[garinna]

1. Pick one of your muses: Ylva/Garinna the muse I use on this blog.

2. Fill in the questions/statement as if you are being interviewed for an article and you were your muse

3. Tag 10 people to do this meme, (repost, don’t reblog) Ah, no, can’t think of that many.

TAGGED BY: @dangerous-smoll

TAGGING: @the-self-exiled @hadesrebelofadaughter @mischiefandnightmares @inspect0rzenigata @primedspecimen @anyone what bloody wants to!

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

“Ylva Larsson.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

“That, is my real name? What kinda shady stuff do you think I’m involved with that I would need a false one?”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

“Because my mum wanted to name me after a fairytale character, and dad refused, so she only gave me half of the name she wanted to. Sappy af really, but I like it.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

“Single, but, I mean... I have hopes, if I can get my sorry ass to actually talk to the damn... Nevermind.”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

“Does telling nearly lethally bad jokes count? Or the inexplicable ability to always pick out the most dangerous person in a room to try and be friends with? If not, then no. Terribly dull li’l human here.”

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE/GARY STU.

“How the fuck am I a Mary Sue? They’re supposed to be flawless marvels that everyone loves yeah? I am not.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

“Light green, kinda looks yellow in certain lights.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

“Redhead. I was originally brunette but there are a lot of ways to change that shit, aside from pouring chemicals in your hair, if you know who to talk to.”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

“Yeah, mum, dad, two siblings and a combined three kids between them. Not to mention a fuckton others if you count aunt’s uncle’s and cousins. But you ain’t getting any details about them, or we’d be stuck here all night.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

"Several, kinda, got them tucked away at a friends place because it’s better that way. I travel so much I’d only make them go crazy if I pulled them back and forth every time I left for some new weird place. Got a dog, a cat, a few... hard to describe ones...”

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

“Uhh, math? Being nearly killed, happens a bit too often. Bad food, horrible people... I’d guess a lot of the normal things?”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

“Traveling, drawing, photography, gaming... Videogames and roleplaying, not that huge a fan of like, roulette or stuff. Though poker is kinda fun.”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

“Yes.”

14. EVER… KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

“Thankfully, not yet. I hope I never will.”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

“A very nosy cat. Will probably end up as the proverbial curious cat one day too.”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

“Being nosy, butting into people business when not needed, being a rude li’l shit when in a bad mood... Uh... Laziness? I’m sure there’s a fuckton more, but I can’t think of them.”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

“Most tall people, quite literally so.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

“What’s the one that means you’ll do any gender or gender-variation, as well as anyone from a sentient species? I mean, I’d do an octopus person if they were nice and we hit it off. Is that a thing that should be covered in there too?”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

“Eh, no.”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

“Possibly marry, with the right person, or people, but no thanks on giving birth. Do not want.”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

“AHAHAHAHAHHAHhaaa... I REALLY doubt it.”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

“Not telling you that, fuck you.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

“Whatever is reasonably clean and covers my junk. I have very few shits to give about clothes.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

“Yes.”

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

“I don’t fucking know? What kinda weird question is that? You got a kink for it or something? Not gonna judge, but also not answer.”

26. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)

“Like, sort of a step above hobo I guess? I got a house a few months ago, first time I’ve had a lasting home for a few years now.”

27. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

“That would depend on what level of friendship you count as friends.”

28. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

“I want some.”

29. FAVORITE DRINK?

“Either this blueberry/peach juice thing I tend to get if we’re counting non alcoholic things in here, or blueberry vodka if we’re just going for alcoholic drinks.”

30. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE?

“Don’t have one, next question.”

31. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE?

“Yes, the cutest... Nevermind. Yes, the answer is yes.”

32. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR COCK?

“I do not have a dick, and my cup size varies apparently. Mostly it’s a d, a few bra’s are c, and one weirdo mothafucka of a bra claims that my ladies are friggin f cups. What kinda weird ass measurement they used for that one I have no idea.”

33. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

“Depends? If I’m swimming for the sake of exorcise then a lake, if I’m doing it to look at pretty underwater stuff, then the ocean.”

34. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

“Hard to define? It varies. But often big, and growly, with fangs, and claws, maybe horns... Hmm. Yeh. Monstery. Or they can be small and cute, or, well you get the point. It varies.”

35. ANY FETISHES?

“Yes, and no. I won’t share.”

36. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

“I’d say mostly submissive for sure, but it depends on the other.”

37. CAMPING OR INDOORS?

“Both, I spend a lot of time traveling so I also spend a lot of time outside, and I’m happy about that. But I do like comfort now and then too.

38. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

“Yes, thank the gods for the end. I hate talking about myself and shit with strangers.“